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scary-wizard-tower · 3 months

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characters: king/argent, rook/florin

nsfw

special kinks: breeding, mild cnc, leashes

length: 1.5k

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“I told you I would find a use for a little morsel like you.” Florin hissed, shoving Argent into the room. “I will teach you your place as I see fit.”

Argent rubbed his neck where the collar sat.

“Oh, please. Do your worst.” he growled back. “I’ve taken your beatings before.”

Florin chuckled.

“You continue with your lies and delusions, Argent. What will happen if your words reach the public?” he asked, closing the doors behind them. “You will be further mocked by the masses. Who would believe a challenge to my rule by something as small and pathetic as you?”

Argent swallowed the lump in his throat, watching Florin as he turned around.

“I cannot have anybody think I have an equal.” he continued. He unclasped his cape, which fell gently to the floor. “Therefore I must show them that I am absolute. That lesser cyborgs only exist to serve me.”

“Nothing I haven't heard before, Florida.” Argent snapped. “Boy, I’m real scared. What are you gonna do? Blow my back out? Not a whole lot different from what you did back home.”

Florin shoved Argent backward onto the bed, the chain on the leash pulled taut. Argent could see the growing bulge in his rosy pants. He probably would have thought the pink was a look if Florin would only come to his senses.

“Curious.” Florin said. “Your defiance and continued disrespect is perplexing to me. My name is Florin, Argent. Perhaps I ought to replace the blasphemy in your mouth and throat with something else.”

Argent wanted to laugh, but he didn't. Good thing Florin was just as subtle as Rook.

“These next months will be rather…arduous.” Florin continued. Christ, he talked a lot. “You will be by my side the entire time. And I will have the pleasure of watching my claim on you in real time.”

“Is this your idea of foreplay?” Argent asked. “Feels like I’m being lectured by my mom.”

Florin unclasped the armor he wore and shed it from his arms and chest, casting it aside with the cape. Despite the circumstances, Argent still marveled at his construction, the tone of his plating, his sheer size, and the sound of his voice, even if it didn't have that very slight note of warmth in it. Argent's mouth was dry.

“I can see the anticipation in your face.” Florin said. “But I do not believe you know what is coming to you.”

“Your dick, probably.”

Florin laughed again.

“I must admit, your crudeness is rather refreshing. It is truly a shame I must crush it out.”

He crawled over top of Argent on the bed, his single eye as fierce and hot as a wildfire. Already he slipped a hand under the cloth covering Argent's chest, his sharp claws grazing the surface of the plating underneath. Argent shuddered as he pulled the cloth down until his arm and shoulder were free.

“You’d better make this good.” Argent hissed. “If it isn't worth it after all the bullshit you've put me through so far, I’m gonna be pissed.”

“There will be nothing you can do.” Florin answered coolly. “But do you think someone as flawless as I would disappoint?”

No, Argent thought, but he bit his tongue.

Florin's hands traveled downward, unwrapping the torso cloth from around Argent's waist and tossing it onto the floor. Then, he hooked one of his claws around Argent's pants and slipped them down his legs until he finally lay exposed on the pink sheets beneath them.

“Whatever you have ‘planned’ for me can't possibly be worse than what you've already done, you big oaf.” Argent remarked. “The collar’s too tight and you handcuff me to the chairs at dinner. Some way to treat a guest, huh?”

“You are no guest.” Florin answered. He kicked off his boots and reached for the thick leather belt on his own pants. “You are far more than that.”

“Aww, you're too sweet. Maybe my boyfriend is still in there somewhere.”

Argent watched him ease his pants down, his massive, equally pink cock springing out as he finally freed himself from the last of his clothing.

“You almost amuse me.” Florin said. “Your arrogance will soon vanish with the wind.”

He lined his already leaking cock up with Argent's entrance. Argent bit his lip.

“You're, uh, pretty big, eh?”

“You will take what you are given.”

Florin began to push himself inside Argent's slick entrance, his girth taking up just about as much space as Argent could give it. Despite his resolve, Argent gripped at the sheets and groaned softly as his partner eased himself inside.

“You will be filled with my offspring, Argent.” Florin purred, grabbing hold of one of Argent's thighs with his free hand, the chain in the other. “If only to show the masses my virility and power.”

Argent gritted his teeth, clawing at the bedding as Florin finally nestled himself against him.

“Y-you’re not serious.” Argent breathed. “We s-sort of lack the facilities for that."

Slowly, Florin began pumping his hips in and out, his grip on Argent's thigh holding him still.

“Are you sure?”

Argent could hardly answer. Florin's cock moved inside him in a steady rhythm, his body more than ready to accept its fate. He squirmed on the bed and braced himself on the sheets, his fluids dripping onto the mattress below him.

“You're…you're fucking w-with me.” he struggled. “We-we’d always pretend I was your little slut, Florin.”

“I do not pretend, Argent, and I do not exaggerate.” Florin answered. His pace began to quicken, until he'd worked up to his full speed, slamming himself in and out with intense fervor. He chuckled. “I look forward to seeing you grow.”

Argent moaned and arched his back, his tail lashing at Florin's legs. It was as if some itch were being scratched, or like he was finally getting some reward he’d anticipated. He didn't want it to end. But, despite his pleasure, concern rose in his mind.

“You're k-kinda–fuck–freaking me out.”

“It will be a great privilege to hold my seed, Argent. You ought to consider yourself incredibly lucky to have such an honor.”

Florin grabbed him around the throat to better anchor him against the force of his thrusts. A primal look had come into his eye, and it made Argent nervous.

“You are an example.” Florin growled. “And soon, you will be naught else but a bitch for my breeding.”

Argent grabbed hold of his wrist for his own stability. They were words he was familiar with coming from Rook, but it was all part of the scene. It was just an idea. They’d finish their business and go about their lives like normal, and maybe do it again another night.

But something was different.

“You are an example to others who dare to challenge me. You will bear the mark of my power and dominion over all things…including you.”

Argent's breathing came in rough pants. Florin kept burying himself inside his slit, over and over and over again, a growl rising up in his throat. He gave into his animalistic, instinctual urges and let himself go, the only thing still in his mind being the need to mate.

It was then the thought crossed Argent's mind that he was entirely serious.

Florin didn't relent. Each time his hips struck Argent, the thought grew. This wasn't just a shared fantasy they had.

Then, Florin stopped and pulled himself out, yanking on the chain.

“What the Hell are you–” Argent began, but was cut off as Florin grabbed him, lifting him up and throwing him back on the bed again, this time face down on his stomach. He put a hand on the back of Argent's head as he mounted him again, pushing his face down into the bed.

He grunted each time he thrust inward, watching Argent squirm beneath him. Argent couldn't form any words, his moaning in place of his speech. He didn't know whether or not he needed to care if Florin wanted to put a baby in him. He was too far gone to behold any rational thought.

Florin moved his hand from Argent's head to his hip, pulling back on the leash at the same time, forcing Argent's back toward him. Argent scrabbled at the bed, fighting back his choked gargling.

Florin snarled at him, bucking his hips harder into his soft loins, his breath hot on Argent's back.

Then, finally, he came. A heavy roar escaped his chest as he filled Argent's body with his thick, hot seed, burying his girth all the way inside. Argent gasped, his head dropping down onto the bed as the chain went slack, gripping at the sheets.

Florin sat there for a while, his cock twitching, until he finally pulled himself out. Argent weakly looked back at him.

“But I-I didn't even–”

“Your pleasure is irrelevant.” Florin snapped, his voice rough. “You are to grow heavy with my offspring. We will continue until we are certain it has worked.”

Argent just stared at him with disbelief.

“And you are to accompany me everywhere so that I can display your state. So I can show the world the claim I have on your body.” Florin hissed. “I cannot wait until it begins to show on your form.”

Argent just lay there trembling, resting back down on the bed.

Florin was serious.

He had become an example.

#mod tron #nsft writing #nsft #smut #writing #character: king #character: rook #breeding k1nk #impreg nsft

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Being asexual is like yeah I’m ace. Except for my one intense kink that my asexuality doesn’t apply to.

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characters: king, rook

nsfw

special kinks: bondage, overstimulation, degradation, sadism/masochism

length: 2.6k

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It was dark.

Chains dug into the plating on King’s wrists, holding him just high enough off the ground that he could barely stand flat-footed. Only one light shone overhead. His exposed plating only let the cold air get to him faster, his clothes off somewhere out of sight.

Heavy footsteps. He could see two glowing pinpricks of light, accompanied by the harshness of a power core.

“Hello, King.” Rook’s voice purred. “I am so glad we could finally conduct our business.”

King shuddered at the sound of his speech. As his eyes got used to the darkness beyond his yellow halo, he could see Rook’s massive outline standing before him.

“Rook.” King squeaked. Rook chuckled, putting a finger to King’s lips.

“You do not need to speak.” he said. “You will have all of the time in the world to give me your pathetic mewling. Why waste your breath now?”

Rook slowly began circling him, each of his steps intentional and patient. Calculated. His gaze was almost analytical, looking over every plating seam and joint. Perhaps it was more predatory, as if he were finding his prey’s weaknesses.

King could see Rook's plating crisscrossed by the thick leather straps of the harness he wore. It only accentuated his strong, powerful form, and King found himself short of breath.

Rook completed his circle and stopped in front of King again, reaching forward and putting a hand ever so gently on his cheek.

“You poor little thing.” he cooed. “I cannot wait to watch you fall apart in front of me.”

Before King could answer, Rook stepped away, out of sight. King pulled against his chains, but they held fast. He looked up, but he couldn't see where they ended.

Then, Rook reappeared, this time stepping into the light.

“I want to hear you beg for mercy, King.” he said coolly. He came even closer, and King could only keep his eyes up on his face. “But even so…it will never arrive.”

King could feel Rook’s hands on his stomach, slowly descending as he traced the lines in his plating, until finally, he stopped. King then gasped as Rook slowly slipped a toy into King’s waiting slit before stepping back again.

“Rook, what are you–”

He wasn't allowed to finish his sentence. King gasped again as he felt the toy inside him begin to buzz.

“Now…” Rook said. “How far can I take you?”

King whined, shuddering again. The chains held his weight even as his trembling legs threatened to give out. Rook resumed his circling.

“You were made for my entertainment, King. I must always remind you of that. We cannot afford you forgetting, can we?”

“I-I can't forget, Rook!” King answered, the desperation already creeping into his voice. “You-you won't…you won't let me!”

Rook laughed.

“I know. What do you think all this is for?”

King hadn't caught his breath. How he wanted to be ravaged, completely and utterly obliterated, but Rook was ever methodical and ever calculating. King wasn't going to get what he wanted.

“You are powerless, King. Give up your inhibitions now. It will only save you time.” he said. “Or perhaps not. It is not up to you, is it?”

A moan escaped King’s throat. He looked up at Rook with half-lidded eyes, trying desperately not to lose his composure. His fluids dripped onto the floor below him, drool pooling in his mouth. Rook chuckled.

“I know everything that makes you tick. You will not last very long, will you, King?”

How badly King wanted to prove him wrong. He had a stronger will than that! This had turned into a show of constitution, of just how long King could handle Rook’s tirade.

“You-you’re…you're–fuck, you're dead wrong.” King managed to sputter. “I-I’m not gonna let you win.”

“Always so headstrong, aren't you, King?”

King whimpered in response, the heat between his legs continuing to grow. And Rook hadn't even touched him yet! He involuntarily began to twitch his hips, the toy’s relentless stimulation not letting up.

Rook snorted.

“You are always so willing to get on your knees or open your legs for anybody that is willing to take you.” he said. “This is your punishment for being a little slut.”

The word hissed past Rook’s mouth like venom. It was jarring coming from him. King shuddered once more.

“Who do you belong to, King?”

King drew in a shaky breath, still trying to keep his composure. He looked up at Rook with half-lidded eyes, trying to will his mouth to form words, but another moan left his lips.

“I asked you a question, King. Do not make me ask again.”

King’s entire body had begun to tremble like a lost kitten on the street.

“I-I b-belong to-to you!” he managed to squeak.

Rook narrowed his eyes.

“I cannot understand you when you are blubbering like a toddler.”

King gritted his teeth, squirming in his place against his binds. The toy stuck in his sensitive loins did not let up, and he was certain Rook would ensure it wouldn't in the future.

“Now. Answer me.”

King’s breath came in short gasps. There was growing tension in his nethers as Rook pushed him ever closer to the edge.

“Rook–Rook, please, I-I can't…I c-can't…”

“You cannot what?”

Rook grabbed King's chin, their faces inches apart from each other.

“Your little whore mouth is hardly good for speech, anyway.” he growled, parting King’s jaws with his thumb. “It is such a pity you are hanging where you are. Your punishment keeps me from filling the empty space with my cock.”

King could only imagine it. More than anything he wanted to taste Rook as his mouth was completely overstuffed, to be hardly anything more than an object for his pleasure.

God, he was getting delirious.

“Rook, I-I’m g-gonna–” he stammered. Rook interrupted him.

“Do you really think you are deserving of such a thing?”

King didn't know how long he'd be able to hold himself back. He just whined pathetically in response. Rook let go of his chin, continuing his circle.

“Who do you belong to, King?”

King’s breathing became more ragged. He clenched his hands into fists, tightly enough he was certain he'd break something in his fingers.

“I-I belong to you! I always have!” he managed to splutter. Rook chuckled.

“I knew you were capable.”

King couldn't handle it anymore. His stomach tensed and his eyes nearly rolled back into his head, and he cried out without any regard as to how loud he was as he finally came, more of his fluids dripping down his legs.

The toy didn't stop.

King looked wearily up at him.

“R-Rook, gi-give me a second, I–”

It wasn't the word. Rook stepped off into the darkness again.

“No.”

Suddenly, King felt the vibration of the toy grow more intense, and he gasped roughly again.

This thing had multiple settings?

He writhed against his chains, but they didn't budge.

“I do not think you are truly bearing the weight of your punishment.” Rook mused. “After all, why should we stop here? Someone as constantly, pathetically horny as you must suffer the adequate consequences.”

King watched Rook as he picked something up from a table that was just out of sight. He could hear the rattle of more chains, and suddenly felt a new wave of energy wash over him.

As Rook began his circling again, King saw the chain in question dragging on the floor behind him, the metallic scraping sound filling the room more than the toy.

“I should not have to share my pets with other people.” Rook growled. “Letting you roam free is a generous act of kindness, King. To think you would take advantage of such a thing…it simply makes my blood boil.”

Rook stood behind King, drawing back and suddenly lashing his bare plating with the chain. King cried out when he did, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

God, he looked pathetic. Rook couldn't help but stand there for a moment and take in the scene he’d created; the pathetic beast in front of him, willing to follow his every beck and call, hopelessly powerless in front of him. The tight leather pants he wore had grown considerably tighter.

“Rook…Rook, please…” King struggled.

“Please, what?”

Rook pulled back and gave King another lash, earning yet another meaningless cry.

He circled back around in front of King, gently putting a hand on his shoulder. King nodded in response, as best as he could, anyway, and Rook returned to his place behind him.

“I want to hear you beg, King.” Rook snarled. King squirmed against his binds again, even though he fully knew they still wouldn't give way.

Rook gave him another lash.

King’s mouth hung open as he panted, pleasure and pain blending together in his mind. He couldn't hold back his moaning, long having given up what little composure he had to begin with, only succumbing to Rook’s relentless torture.

“Please, I-I…f-fuck, I…I c-can't…”

Rook just laughed.

“Look at how gorgeous you are, King.” he purred. “Oh, if only I had a mirror. Then you would see just how much of a laughable little bastard you are.”

King braced himself just in time for another lash from the chain. There were tears streaming down his face, but god, he didn't want to stop. The toy in his slit still hummed away, ever resilient in his tender loins. He was already close to another orgasm.

Rook walked another circle around him, and King could see the bulge pressing against the crotch of his pants. He swallowed the spit that had collected in his mouth.

“I treat you so well, King. Unfortunately, you truly did bring this upon yourself.” Rook said. “You cannot even speak to me.”

It was beginning to become too much.

The stings from the lashes only made the stimulation from the toy much stronger, and vice versa. King looked up at Rook's face again, shaking.

“What is it you want, King? Freedom? Absolution from the consequences of your actions?” Rook questioned, idly toying with the chain in his hands. “Mercy? Oh, did I not tell you in the beginning that you would not find it here?”

“Rook, I-I…p-please, I j-just…I just need a m-minute–”

“No. I want to see your undoing, King. How many more times can I make you cum for me? How much longer will it take for you to unravel at the seams?”

“God, fuck!” King shouted. “Please, Rook!”

Rook swung the chain back and forth in front of him, as if to tease him.

“What a thing of beauty you are.” he sneered. “An object only for my use. Is that not true?”

“It-it’s true, R-Rook!”

“Finally. A real answer from you.”

King continued to gasp and pant like an overheated dog, writhing and thrashing against his binds again, until finally, he once again reached his climax.

King's head tilted back as he screamed upward toward the ceiling, another deluge of his fluids dripping from his slit. His body spasmed as he did, his knees threatening to give out beneath him.

He looked up pleasingly at Rook, who folded his arms across his chest.

The toy didn't stop.

“My turn.” Rook said. He walked up to King, reaching up and releasing the binds that held him, only to use his chain to tie King’s wrists together behind him.

“Get on your knees.”

Without question, King dropped to his knees on the floor, bucking his hips around the toy, biting his lip as he did. He looked up at Rook, almost in a sort of daze, watching him as he stepped back.

Rook ran his thumb along the waistband of his own pants, unclasping the leather belt that held them up. He let them fall slightly, his cock finally freed from its hiding place beneath the tight material.

King swallowed more saliva as he watched.

“You truly are a perfect pet, King.” Rook purred, using one of his hands to gently pump his length. “You have a chance to redeem yourself.”

King couldn't take his eyes off of Rook, but he didn't necessarily want to. He was tired, he was weary, but despite it, the massive, impossibly perfect man before him gave him whatever little strength he still had. The impressive member before him was dripping pre, just waiting to be plunged into whatever hole Rook chose for it.

“Open your mouth.”

There it was.

King parted his jaws, and Rook wasted no time pushing the tip of his cock inside. King's desperate mouth took as much of it as he could possibly muster, and then a bit more, saliva running down his chin. Rook slowly started moving himself in and out, putting a hand on the back of King's head.

The toy inside King still tirelessly buzzed away. He whined around Rook’s cock, but got no meaningful answer.

“You continue to impress me with the way you can take so much. Perhaps you are learning from your punishment, after all.”

Rook increased his pace, his package slamming into King's chin each time he moved his girth inside. He ran his fingers through King's hair, electing to hold onto his horn as they went.

King felt each time Rook's cock struck the back of his throat. The relentless pounding continued on and on, with King desperately moving his own hips back and forth with the toy still inside his fleshy interior.

He was already close again, and beyond that, he didn't know if he could handle another. Rook moaned softly, and King couldn't help but feel another burst of energy at the sound. King was made only to serve Rook, wasn't he?

Rook’s thrusts grew more intense. His pleasured moaning soon turned into primal grunts, his teeth clenched in anticipation as he finally got the stimulation he so deserved. The heat in King's loins once again grew. Now it was a race between the two of them to see who would cum first.

Then, finally, Rook pushed his cock as far inside King’s mouth as it would go, roaring as his massive load of hot seed shot its way down King’s throat. He gave a few more heavy thrusts, until he sat there at rest for a moment.

King whined and squirmed. His mind begun to cloud as he made it to the edge once more, his entire body shaking as a third orgasm overtook him, making a further mess of the floor below him.

Rook chuckled as he pulled himself out, a strand of cum mixed with saliva connecting his cock to King's lips.

Finally, Rook turned the toy off.

King groaned.

Rook gently knelt down in front of him, stuffing himself back into his pants.

“Are you alright?”

King fought to catch his breath, shakily nodding. Rook reached around and untied the chains from around King's wrists, then gently took him up into his arms and stood up. He wiped King's face with his thumb.

“Jeez…” King breathed. Rook chuckled as he carefully set him down in a chair, finding their bathrobes where they hung on the wall and handing King’s to him.

“Did you enjoy yourself?”

King rested his head back on the chair after pulling his robe on, giving Rook a tired thumbs up in response.

“I need water.” he mumbled. “And food.”

“Of course.” Rook replied, tying the belt on his own robe. He knelt down next to King's chair, and they both leaned into a nice, tender kiss. “I will be back in a moment.”

He stood up and started heading for the door, stopping when King spoke.

“Rook?”

“Yes?”

“I…I love you.”

Rook’s face was soft in a way it was only when he looked at King.

“I love you too.”

#mod tron #nsft writing #smut #nsft #writing #character: king #character: rook #overstim kink #overstim nsft #masochist sub #sadist dom

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characters: omicron, rook

nsfw

special kinks: light bondage, exhibitionism

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length: 1.1k

"You poor, pathetic little thing." Rook purred. He wrapped the rope around Omicron's wrists one last time before giving it a few rounds around the post. "You certainly are not as strong or powerful as you say. All bark and no bite, hm?"

Omicron had lost. How? How could he have fallen to someone as dimwitted and brainless as Rook? Omicron, the best of all of his siblings, Halcyon's favorite, the strongest, fastest, smartest cyborg around, and yet Rook had somehow trumped him in every area.

Rook finally seemed satisfied with his work, stepping back and watching Omicron try wrenching himself away from the post.

He wasn't going anywhere.

Rook began to circle him like a predator about to pounce on its prey, a hungry, primal glint in his eye. Omicron glanced around nervously. The sun shone down on the photocells in his plating, but he still felt weary and tired. And the worst of it wasn't even over yet.

Rook had him tied to a post in the middle of town, on the sidewalk, as if he were a dog waiting for its owner. And he might as well have been just that!

Rook stopped his circling in front of him, folding his arms across his chest.

"You should be excited, Omicron. You are finally about to prove your usefulness. Prove everything you say about yourself. How you are the best." Rook said. "People are already turning their heads toward you. Do you not want to give them all a show?"

Omicron wanted to disappear. Rook really was just as insane as everyone said he was.

Before Omicron could say anything in response, Rook finally walked around and stopped behind him, leaning close.

"You are nothing but my plaything, Omicron." he whispered. "You are a toy."

Rook reached down and pulled the waistband of his pants down until his cock almost sprung out, already slick with pre. He glanced around one final time before he pushed himself up to Omicron's entrance and slid his way in.

Despite his best efforts, a moan escaped Omicron's throat.

Rook chuckled as he slowly began to pump himself in and out.

"I knew you would enjoy this." he teased. "You have been so quiet until now."

"Shut up!" Omicron grunted. He didn't want to admit defeat. He didn't want to admit to Rook that the feeling of his cock practically spreading him apart was exactly what he wanted. He didn't want to admit he'd lost the battle.

Rook started to quicken his pace, putting a hand on the post above Omicron's. His other hand held the smaller cyborg's hip, pulling him into each thrust. He'd break Omicron eventually, and he wouldn't give up until he'd done it.

Omicron pulled against his binds, but he was still held fast. All he could do was take it.

"What would you do if I were to breed you, Omicron?" Rook purred. "You would have to walk around with my mark upon you. You would have to show the world even more that you are hardly anything more than something sent for my amusement."

Omicron leaned against the pole, his eyes rolling back, his mouth hanging open as he tried to form a retort. Each time Rook's hips struck his own, the heat in his loins grew. He was losing the battle.

His fluids ran down his legs as Rook continued pounding into him, with no sign he was about to slow down. Omicron's fingers clawed at the pole. His binds still held him there. His breathing came in short gasps and his legs threatened to buckle out from under him.

"Getting tired already?" Rook taunted. He dug his fingers into Omicron's hair and forced him further against the post. "But I am having so much fun with you."

Omicron moaned in response, nearly certain his plating would crack against the wood. The more Rook bucked his hips into him, the more he realized that he had, in fact, lost the battle. In a matter of minutes he'd lost his dignity and status as a top-of-the-line, creme de la creme cyborg, and become a breeding mount for some brute in an inferior dimension.

And the public was there to see it.

Omicron didn't pay attention to the other people that were around, only able to think about himself. As usual.

Rook had settled into a steady rhythm as he went, listening contentedly to the delicious little noises Omicron made with each of his thrusts.

"You do learn rather fast. I will admit that much." he remarked. "I find it amusing that this was all it took to teach you your place."

Omicron was nearly certain he could feel his guts shifting around when Rook moved inside him. The massive cock making waste of his dripping slit was certainly big enough to do so.

Rook put his hands on Omicron's thighs and kept at it, gritting his teeth. His thrusts became harder, and short growls came from his throat with each one.

Omicron grasped at the post, his moaning almost coming out in sobs. He hated how good it felt. He loathed it. But all he could think about was the man that was completely decimating his ability to think.

Omicron's legs were rubbery and his breathing was ragged and choppy. He gripped the post as hard as he could and shuddered, crying out as his legs shook with his orgasm.

Rook grabbed hold of Omicron's thighs and buried himself inside the smaller cyborg's slit, snarling roughly as he came. His warm, sticky seed filled Omicron's entire being, the excess dripping out and onto the ground, or otherwise running down his legs.

Rook sighed, catching his breath. He pulled himself out of Omicron's slit before hiking his pants back up as if nothing had even happened. Omicron slumped forward against the post, his knees weak and shaky, and he looked up at Rook with half-lidded eyes as he walked toward the post.

Rook chuckled, taking Omicron's chin in his hand.

"Look at you." he said with a smile, brushing a lock of hair out of Omicron's face. "You are a perfect pet. You simply needed to be domesticated, that is all."

He turned to walk away, clasping his hands behind his back. Omicron's eyes widened.

"Y-you're just g-gonna leave me here?" he asked weakly. Rook stopped and looked back at him.

"Of course. Animals do not belong indoors." he answered with a devious smile. "Who knows? Maybe you will be able to provide some other people enjoyment as well. Is it not wonderful to be a plaything? My mother did teach me to share my toys, after all."

Then, he turned and kept walking, ignoring Omicron's protests in his absence.

Omicron glanced around at some of the other regular passersby, his heart sinking.

This was not what he'd imagined for himself.

#mod tron #character: rook #character: omicron #original character #nsft writing #smut #nsft #writing #exhibitionism #exhibition kink

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Sexually repressed angel with a very high libido who has done chastity vows 🤝 Demon with an equally high libido who knows what the angel truly wants and it's up to help him unleash all his perverted desires

#mod tron #marv and jules exactly

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scary-wizard-tower · 4 months

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characters: julian

nsfw

special kinks: fatal vore, digestion

minors dni

Hex thought he'd made it. He hadn't done much, right? A little trespassing never hurt anyone. How would he supposed to know his little ritual had led to the realm of a cosmic master?

Something brushed against the back of his shirt. His hackles raised, all the fur across his body standing on end. Ears alert, he tried to turn around, but froze when he felt the heavy, warm breaths against the nape of his neck.

There was something behind him.

Large. Heavy. Imposing.

A small squeak escaped Hex's throat.

A hand on his shoulder.

"You don't belong here, do you?"

The voice was sultry, lilting, and handsomely accented.

"My name is Julian, trespasser. And this is my domain."

The being stepped around Hex and suddenly he was confronted with the full figure. An enormous, furry beast, with cloven hooves, tall horns, and far too many eyes. He was completely nude, his long, blue cock hanging underneath his ample abdomen.

With a snap, Julian's finger turned to a razor-sharp angled claw that he hooked under Hex's shirt and tore it clean open, slicing his shorts and undergarments as he went. His eyes, all of them, traced down Hex's body with a lustful admiration as the torn clothes fell off his body.

It was humiliating.

Julian's cock was already beginning to leak as he saw the fear on Hex's face.

Hex had never truly felt fear before seeing the hungry look in Julian's eyes.

Large, glistening teeth soon filled Hex's vision. As Julian opened his maw, every fiber of Hex's being told him to run, but he couldn't get his legs to move. A large, dexterous tongue worked its way around Hex's face as Julian's hands grasped his body and began to force it into his mouth.

Hex was being smothered with warmth, with wetness, an overbearing pressure from all sides as he was swallowed like a mouse in the clutches of a snake. Only now did he find the strength in himself to struggle. He thrashed his arms violently, but Julian's tongue pinned them to his body as it continued to force him down the great beast's ample throat. Julian's neck bulged out, causing gaps in his fur where it stretched to accommodate Hex's form. Soon, he found himself at the base of his esophagus, pressing against the sphincter of Julian's stomach. With a burbling laugh that emanated from deep inside Julian's guts, Hex was squeezed through the opening and into the acidic soup of Julian's acids and digestive enzymes. His fur was soaked with fluids as his legs and feet entered the great beast's maw, the tongue playing with his own sensitive nethers as he was pushed further and further in by the rhythmic muscular contractions of swallowing.

And then, he was gone.

Julian licked the taste from his teeth and lips before closing his mouth, using the last of the saliva from off of his teeth and gums to force Hex's paws down his throat.

The man inside could hardly breathe, his struggles amplifying as acids began to break apart his very cells. It was agony for him, but Julian felt differently.

The large, squirming mass in his gut just furthered to stimulate his growing arousal. Julian ran one hand over the bulges of his abdomen with the other rubbing his shaft, feeling the weight in his stomach press on his erection.

He could spend all of time like this.

Finally, though, the noise in his gut began to turn from groans to gurgles, and the masses subsided as Hex's body was reduced to bubbling chyme. His climax soon followed, coating the fur of his digesting underbelly with the blue, sparkling substance.

Hex got what he deserved. And Julian wasn't hungry anymore, at least for now. How well things worked out in his favor, just like always.

#nsft #nsft writing #smut #fatal vore #digestion #mod marm #character: julian

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scary-wizard-tower · 4 months

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characters: tamatoa, king

nsfw

special kinks: fatal vore, graphic digestion

length: 1k

minors dni

King's feet slipped down Tamatoa's gullet, his throat bulging out to accommodate the form of the large cyborg.

"Let me go, fuckwad!" King screamed, trying to claw at Tamatoa's tongue that had wound its way around his legs. Its forked tip began to prod at King's still wet slit, sore from the strain Tamatoa had put him under not minutes before. He instantly spasmed again, letting out a pathetic moan as Tamatoa took the opportunity to pull him down farther into his throat and pin his arms to his side with his own meaty hands. He was not subtle about letting King's plating scrape across his fangs as he swallowed, in some parts biting hard enough to draw blood which his tongue gladly lapped off of the cyborg's body.

King continued to squirm and whine, trying to get out as best as he could, but Tamatoa was simply too strong for him. Soon his legs followed his feet, Tamatoa taking extra time to explore his folds before slipping them too down his esophagus. Arms and lower torso next, then chest, and then all that was left was his head. The rhythmic contractions of his throat pulled the cyborg further, further, further, but slow enough to make it last.

Tamatoa looked down to the lumpy surface of his upper stomach and chuckled, pulling out strands of blue synthetic hair from between his teeth.

"Enjoying it down there, boy?" Tamatoa purred.

King huffed, pressing his hands against the tight walls of Tamatoa's stomach.

"You'd better let me out or I'll cause you some serious damage. I can get right to your vitals through here, y'know."

"Oh, believe me, you're not the first to try, and yet here I am. What makes you think you'll be any different?"

"I don't think you're built for eating metal, shitass."`

"Oh, you'd be surprised the things I've digested. Besides, what's a stomachache but a marker that I'm pushing my limits and experimenting? Isn't that what life's all about?"

King grumbled, curling himself up to try and maintain some sense of comfort in his warm, wet, far too tight environment. His horn poked at the wall of Tamatoa's stomach, the bulge of it visible on the surface of Tamatoa's stomach, before the great man pushed it down with a chuckle.

"Don't think that'll earn you any favors, boy."

He was being forced out once again. Down into the beast even further. The contractions and slimy internal coating forced King into Tamatoa's draconic stomach, where he found ever so slightly more room. With his hands outstretched, he tried to press against the walls of the stretched organ, using the light of his eyes to see around the pitch darkness.

It was wretched. The stench of acid and rot and raw flesh was rancid as is, but the wads of undigested hair, skin, and bones that he had landed on nearly made him vomit. He couldn't, though. Wouldn't. Tamatoa would not get to him. Not this time. Not ever.

He shut his eyes as tightly as he could, feeling the acidic fumes burn his nose and begin to peel his paint.

He'd make it through this. Like he had to. Like always.

King could feel the acidic sludge slosh around as Tamatoa fell to his side, his massive paws massaging the King-shaped bulges of his abdomen.

"Oh, this isn’t something you're coming back from this time, boy."

King froze.

"Wh-what do you mean? You always do. You can't anger my bosses, can you? Right? That's what you always say!" King squeaked, the acid soaked into his paint beginning to dissolve his hair and the outer protective coating of his plating.

"Accidents happen, you know. I can be very convincing." Tamatoa laughed.

King's struggles renewed tenfold. He screamed, shouted, pressed as hard as he could with his hands, feet, and horn into the wall of Tamatoa's stomach, trying to get the great beast to expel him. All to no avail.

"You really think you're that special, don't you?" Tamatoa scoffed, continuing to press into his abdomen and jostle King around in the process. "You think you'll be the one to escape. A 'perfect' cyborg, of course, nigh invincible with a reputation to back that."

King began to whimper as tears streamed down his cheeks, mixing with the acids that were corroding his joints and beginning to spread inside of him. It was excruciating. His fleshy body was beginning to dissolve as the plating remained somewhat intact.

But what could he do?

Nothing he did had any effect on the monster he was inside.

"I'm here to remind you of your mortality, King. I may be here for a good time, an experiment, even, but in the end, I am a harbinger of death. Through death I bring about resurrection, becoming a part of me. A part of my form, my size. You should honored."

King was bawling. It really was the end for him. He could feel the organs of his abdominal cavity burning, burning, turning to nothing but chyme to please the insatiable beast. It was creeping into his mouth, his ears, his nose, his tightly-shut eyes. Soon his brain would turn to liquid.

At least the brain was painless.

He let out one final cry as the acids and enzymes ate through his brainstem, severing the connection between him and reality.

Tamatoa felt the life leave King's body as it sagged into the green-tinged slurry around him. It was silent, bar the sounds of his digestion and the rumbles of his own guts.

He'd done it.

The shell, oh, that'd still take some time, but he was determined. He'd sit here as long as he needed for it to break down. Maybe he'd top it all off with another, just to feel their fear as they were confronted with King's half-melted faceplate. What an exciting idea. But, for now, he was content with his prey.

The metal behemoth, the pride and joy of both the company and their admirers, one of the most advanced pieces of modern technology, gone. Nothing left.

And, with him, went Kelvin Romero.

Nothing left.

#nsft #nsft writing #graphic digestion #hard vore #vorephilia #fatal vore #character: king #character: tamatoa #mod marm

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scary-wizard-tower · 4 months

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characters: rook, king, queen

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special kinks: none

length: 1.7k

minors dni

It had been a long day. A long week. A long, well, long time. Such was the life of being a cyborg of his caliber, King supposed. He really had no idea what he was getting himself into, but at least he wasn't dead. Besides the whole dangerous missions and the attitudes of some of his coworkers, it wasn't all bad. He was living it up right now, that was for sure.

He sighed, sinking deeper into the cooling tank. It always got the ache out of his joints.

In the adjacent tank sat Rook, sitting, like always, in silence, staring at the wall in front of him. He was always so difficult to parse.

The minute hand spun around the clock, hour hand making its slow approach behind. The two of them didn't have anything today. They could stay in here as long as they needed.

Well, until Rook decided to break the silence and step out. The draining of the tank completely broke King out of his peaceful zoning out and drew his eyes to the source of the sound.

Rook stepped out from beside his tank, naked except for a towel wrapped around his waist. He turned to face King, beginning to walk towards him.

"You cannot laze around here all day, you know. There are better things to be doi-"

His folds hadn't worked. The towel around his waist fell to the floor, exposing his Rook hadn't detached his well-endowed spare part from the night before.

King's cooling tank became just a little less cool as it began to have to compensate for his skyrocketing internal temperature. He looked hungrily at Rook, swallowing the saliva that was beginning to flood his mouth as his mind filled with thoughts of them together.

Rook quickly picked up his towel and wrapped it around himself, but the growing stiffness in his member was hard to hide under the plush fabric.

"Someone's excited." King smirked dreamily, staring at the bulge in the towel.

Rook glanced around the room, making sure they were alone. He began to approach King before turning off his tank and pulling him out by the throat.

"Wh-what's the big idea?" King yelped, trying to break from Rook's grasp.

"I cannot be seen in the complex like this." Rook hissed, a wet spot forming on the towel where his erection was beginning to throb. King's eyes went wide as Rook dropped him to the floor, forcing him onto his knees.

He dropped the towel right in front of King who whimpered as Rook took his head in his hand and forced him to look up into his eyes. Rook leaned into King, pressing the smaller man's face deep into his ballsack while his dick sat atop his head.

"You will take care of this, King. I am not asking, I am commanding."

If King had been wearing any of his respective parts, he knew he'd be leaking right now. But he still has his mouth on him, and he knew just what to do with it.

King's knees began going weak under him. His legs began to slide apart beneath him, forcing his thighs into a sideways split.

"Can't even hold yourself upright?" Rook teased, rubbing the tip of his cock against King's nose. King did his best to hold in a sneeze as pre was smeared underneath his nostrils while Room just laughed.

"At least we know you can hold something in."

King's bottom lip began to tremble as his hands pressed firmly into the floor below him to stabilize himself. He was seated like a perfect pet, palms planted against the floor, legs bent with his feet seated under him, looking up with wide eyes at his master.

Rook put his hand firmly on King's lips, guiding his fingers inside and using his index and middle to tease King's teeth apart. He used his thumb to pry his lips open, beginning to press his member into King's now-opened mouth. He removed his fingers as his slick, throbbing tip began to do the work for them.

King moaned as his tongue began to explore the taste of Rook's pre, eyes rolling into the back of his head as his jaw was forced further and further open to compensate for the immense, ridged girth of the cybernetic grey-green cock that was inching its way into his mouth.

As his mouth began to fill, and Rook began to thrust himself deeper and deeper into King, he found tears building up in his eyes. His neck was at such an angle he could hardly breathe, his nasal cavity bent backwards and his mouth beginning to be overfilled with an enormous dick.

"Oh, you cannot take it all, King?" Rook mocked, forcing King's head further forwards onto him, pressing his chin into his balls.``The smaller man could only reply with muffled whimpers as more of Rook was shoved inside him.

"You *need* to, King. My little cum receptacle. You know I cannot leave until you take *all* of me in."

Just as Rook reached King's laryngopharynx, barely above the divide between trachea and esophagus, he came. His hot seed shot straight into King's esophagus and making a beeline into his stomach. He could feel his plating swell even from one load of Rook's seed, and he hadn't softened yet.

Perhaps it was best he didn't wear his parts today. The mess he would have made right here, right now, on the floor below him would have been an embarrassment to clean up.

"Hey, uh, King..."

A voice called out from the door.

Queen.

If King's mouth wasn't completely full of cock, he would have screamed. Luckily, Rook did it for him.

"Get out!"

Queen's head poked around the corner before she covered her eyes with her hands and turned around on her heel.

"I'm leaving, I'm leaving!"

King had been hoping for Rook to shoot a second load into his waiting maw, but, unfortunately, Queen had ruined the mood.

Rook pulled King off of him, saliva and cum dripping off of both his rapidly deflating cock and King's face.

"I suppose that worked." Rook harrumphed, picking his towel up again and beginning to wipe off King's face with a clean corner.

"Perhaps we will have to finish this later."

Even through the daze he was in, King nodded. Neither of them were finished yet.

...

They weren't finished yet.

The rest of the day had gone by slower than an amoeba getting across a football field. Rook found himself running the edge of his coat between his fingers nearly every idle moment, while King was running his hands through his hair with such frequency he'd pulled more than a few strands out. Both of them needed to finish.

Night fell. Queen and the others were finally asleep. The only noises in this wing of the complex was the hum of electricity and the gentle whoosh of the filtered air circulating around the facility.

King's footsteps stood out against the stillness, his shoes clicking loudly against the linoleum as he quickly made his way towards Rook's room. When he arrived, Rook was waiting.

The room was dark, Rook's eyes visible in the black.

"It's just me, Rook." King said.

The lights turned on.

Rook was waiting.

Rook was completely naked. He was reclining on his bed, one leg bent with his foot flat while the other was outstretched to the side. His elbow rested on his bent knee, hand under his chin as he stared at King, a small smirk coming to the corner of his mouth. And, of course, what King had been so desperately waiting all these hours for lay right where Rook had opened his thighs to expose it.

Almost instinctively, like a hungry animal, King rushed over to the bed and began to climb onto it.

"Ah, ah, King." Rook chuckled, leaning forwards and putting his forefinger against King's forehead to stop his forward movement.

"Did I say you could start?"

King whined in anticipation, biting the inside of his cheek to prevent his mouth from falling open and beginning to drool on Rook's sheets. He was already beginning to uncomfortably buck his hips from the sight of Rook's fully erect, already leaking cock.

Rook looked King up and down, seeing the need in his eyes, the discomfort pulsing through his entire body, and pulled his hand back from King's head.

"We both know we need it. Why prolong the inevitable?" Rook laughed, opening his legs wider to King.

The smaller man fell forwards with a yelp as Rook retracted his hand, face falling firmly unto Rook's lap. He pushed himself upright onto his forearms, and began to open his mouth, Rook adjusting to guide his cock into King's more than eager maw.

Gentle at first, King's tongue explored Rook's tip, the taste of his pre soaking across the inside of his mouth. Rook pressed further, inch by inch, until King's eyes began to cross from pleasure. It wasn't until then that Rook began to thrust his own hips forwards, his cock throbbing inside King's mouth.

Faster, harder, minute by minute their pleasure grew. Even Rook was beginning to drool.

It seemed like hours until Rook finally came. Thick seed shot down King's throat, mixing with the residue still in his stomach from earlier that day. King moaned as he swallowed, and Rook gripped the bedsheets below him as the orgasm rocked through his body.

Rook had been gentle tonight, but... maybe that's what they both needed. Once he came to his senses again, Rook grabbed a box of tissues on his dresser, handing them to King, who cleaned himself off before crawling up Rook's torso and laying on him. The smaller borg's stomach had a slight, but noticeable, paunch from the volume of Rook's cum inside him, and it was obvious that both of them noticed. Rook just chuckled as he looked down to King who had moved into a more comfortable position being cradled in Rook's arms close to his chest, and Rook's hand gently ran over King's abdomen, eliciting a small, pleasured whimper. Rook used his other hand to run through King's hair softly as he nestled his head above King's.

There was no harm in sleeping together tonight.

#nsft #nsft writing #smut #character: king #character: rook #character: queen #mod marm

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scary-wizard-tower · 4 months

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characters: makoa

sfw

special kinks: soft vore, implied digestion

length: 1.1k

minors dni

Makoa was just about as feared as Tamatoa was when it came to unfortunate casino patrons. It was widely known among the regular gamblers that cheaters never prospered, and instead were subject to whatever beck and whim Tamatoa and Makoa had.

This time was no exception.

A man, who was dressed in rather nice clothing, stood in front of Makoa, almost a sort of confusion in his face. He hadn't learned to be afraid yet, Makoa mused. It would only make the whole endeavor that much better.

“What's your name?” Makoa asked, folding his arms across his chest. The two of them stood alone in one of the dark back rooms of the casino, the muffled sound of the gambling floor still permeating the walls. The scent of cigarette smoke wasn't so offensive, either.

“My friends call me Palm.” the man answered. “It's…a long story.”

Makoa raised an eyebrow, looking Palm over with his good eye.

“Well, Palm.” he said. “Do you know why you are here?”

“I have a feeling you're going to tell me.”

“We have a set of rules here, friend.” Makoa began. “They are few and far between, of course. We do not like to limit the imaginations of our attendees, as I am sure you are aware. But our fine establishment has no tolerance for…cheating.”

Palm swallowed hard.

“W-well, most casinos don't.”

Makoa watched the man squirm under his gaze. A smile lifted the corners of his mouth.

“We give our patrons so much. Drinks. Food. Entertainment. And yet…I am disappointed when people ask for more. Of course, you can have as much food or sex as you want. But trying to cheat us out of our money, well, that isn't very fair, now, is it?” Makoa stepped toward Palm, his massive frame towering over him. “But unfortunately, we have such patrons come in from time to time. On the bright side, we do have ways of…taking care of these people."

“Y-yeah?” Palm asked, stepping backward away from him. “I-I’d imagine. This place has been around for ages.”

Palm soon reached the wall, unable to back away anymore. Makoa stopped inches away from him.

His stomach growled.

“How much money did you think you could swindle from us, Palm?” Makoa asked. “Did you truly think you would get away with it? I mean, come on. Tampering with the slot machine? You couldn't possibly have thought that would have worked.”

Palm’s mouth was dry. He didn't know what else to say.

Makoa sighed.

“Oh, well. Your actions have consequences, friend. Surely you knew trying to cheat us was wrong. Nobody that's tried hasn't gotten caught.” He took a step back and untucked his shirt, beginning to unbutton it.

“Y-you’re not gonna–”

“Fuck you? No. I considered it, but…it would be a waste of time. I just don't want my favorite shirt to be ruined.” Makoa answered. Palm heard Makoa's soft, fuzzy stomach growl again. “All this talk’s just worked up my appetite.”

“What?”

Makoa laughed.

“Cheaters never prosper.”

Before Palm could try dashing away, Makoa pinned him against the wall with his strong arms, his claws almost digging into the other man’s shoulders.

“Let go of me!” Palm protested. Makoa just laughed.

“Come now. We can move past this soon enough.”

Makoa's jaws parted, and Palm could see his huge mouth lined with sharp teeth, glittering with saliva in the dim light. His hot, humid breath hit Palm’s face, prompting him to try squirming away. Makoa leaned forward and ran his wide, slimy tongue over Palm’s skin, tasting the tender human skin the poor man had.

Makoa chuckled.

“You human-types are always so delicious.”

Before Palm could try screaming for help, Makoa pushed his head into his mouth, his tongue once again exploring his face. Slowly, Makoa opened his jaws further and pushed Palm's head toward the back of his throat, the heat from inside his body almost too much to bear. His impatient stomach growled again. He was going to enjoy this.

Makoa's grip on Palm didn't waver. Palm’s head finally reached Makoa's throat, which was slick with saliva and compressed him from all sides. Makoa's tongue ran over Palm's neck and shoulders, and he groaned with the sensation of Palm’s continued struggling.

Makoa's throat bulged outward with the mass he was taking in, and he gave a mighty swallow as Palm’s chest began entering his body. Palm tried to scream, but was muffled by Makoa's body. All that showed of his head from the outside was a vague shape beneath Makoa's skin.

Makoa lifted Palm off the ground, swallowing once more as he pushed more of the man deeper inside. The powerful muscles of the esophagus were hard at work drawing Palm closer toward his impending doom, and soon enough, his head reached Makoa's hungry, empty stomach.

Makoa had Palm in up to his stomach, his arms pinned to his sides by the walls of Makoa's nigh invincible throat. Palm kicked his legs, still not giving up the fight, but Makoa just took it in stride. This wasn't the first meal of its kind, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

Palm’s head and shoulders began to fill Makoa's stomach, the bulge in his throat beginning to give way to a paunch in his stomach. Makoa tilted his head back, reaching Palm’s waist, until only his futile kicking legs remained outside.

Makoa's flesh pressed down on him from all sides, hot and slimy, with hardly enough room to even wiggle around. Each time he moved and tried to thrash about, it only aided his descent into Makoa's stomach.

Makoa finally let go of him and swallowed again, drawing his legs into his throat, holding his stomach with his hands. Then, finally, Palm fully disappeared inside Makoa's gullet, and the outside world was no more.

Makoa closed his mouth and took a breath, feeling Palm continue his struggling all the way down, trying to fight against the powerful muscle inside Makoa's body, until he finally came to relative rest curled up in the dragon’s distended stomach.

Makoa laughed, running a hand over the soft fur on his belly.

“I haven't been able to get a good meal in a long time.” he said. “Tamatoa usually snaps all of you up before I get a chance.”

Makoa then walked over to the pile of cushions he and Tamatoa normally shared, opting to wait until the massive beast returned from the casino floor.

He watched the rippling of the struggling man in his stomach, resting his head back and sighing contentedly. The man would be nothing but liquid soon enough.

Cheaters never prosper.

#mod tron #writing #vorephilia #soft vore #unwilling prey #unwilling vore #character: makoa

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scary-wizard-tower · 4 months

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honestly, the vore appeal to me is in the horror aspect. like i get people finding comfort in it and stuff but GOD i love a character being eaten by some space creature, never to be seen again. like the idea that there is Nothing Left of someone? i eat that shit up. pun intended. the idea that There Is No Escape and the prey has to very quickly come to terms with their impending doom. i love the scary

#mod tron #fatal vore #unwilling prey #unwilling vore #minors dni

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scary-wizard-tower · 4 months

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*me working in the insides of a machine* shush, I need to focus, this is very intimate- I mean intimate- I mean intimate- I mean intimate- I mean intricate.

#reblog #mod tron

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scary-wizard-tower · 4 months

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characters: rook, king

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special kinks: none

length: 3k

minors dni

For once, Rook got to sleep in.

When he awoke, it was about four hours after he normally got out of bed. The clock on his nightstand read 10:30AM.

He rubbed his eyes and sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed before getting dressed and wandering out into the workroom. Weaver and Queen were there getting a mission briefing, or getting ready for repair, or something. He couldn't hear what Bishop was telling them.

“There you are, lazybones.” Queen remarked, looking at him. “King’s been waiting for you to wake up. You both got the day off.”

Rook raised an eyebrow.

“We did?”

Something was different about today, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Why had they let him sleep so late? Where was King?

Weaver chuckled.

“Happy birthday, Rook. How old are you turning? Thirty-six?”

Rook blinked.

It was his birthday?

“Oh. I…I suppose I am.” he said. “Thank you.”

How could he forget something like that? Well, he supposed it didn't matter. He knew now.

“Where is King?” he asked.

“In the lounge, I think.” Queen replied. “You wanted to spend the day with him.”

“Oh. I…vaguely recall him asking.” Rook said. “Thank you.”

He left the three of them behind, walking back down the hall toward the lounge. At the very least, he wasn't at home with his parents. King was a far better alternative to having to behave in front of however many guests they invited.

When Rook made it to the lounge, he saw King fiddling with something on one of the tables.

“King?”

King jumped, looking over at him.

“Rook! You're up!”

“You wanted to see me?”

“Well, yeah! It's your birthday, y’know, and I wanted to celebrate with you.” King answered. “I got you something. Two somethings.”

Rook’s interest was piqued. He stepped into the room, standing next to the couch with his hands clasped behind his back. King held up a decently-wrapped present.

“Here. My mom helped out with it.”

Rook took the present from King's hands and carefully unwrapped it, opening the box beneath the paper. Inside was a green stuffed bird, carefully stitched, and perfectly soft. For some reason, it had two heads. It was strange. Rook set the empty box aside.

“How did you know I love birds?”

“One time you talked about how you had this little stuffed animal when you were a kid. Reese, right? Well, I figured you'd like this guy. My mom helped sew him all together.”

“I love him.” Rook replied. “Thank you. Tell your mother I said the same.”

“Will do.” King said. “One last thing.”

Rook sat down on the couch as King disappeared somewhere to get the second part of his little display. He looked the bird over, marveling at its strangeness. It was rather cute, really. King was quite considerate.

He looked up when King returned, watching him set a plate on one of the tables. On top of it was a cake, with thick chocolate frosting and sprinkles here and there. Rook stood up again and joined him at the table.

“I baked it this morning.” King said. “Chocolate cake and chocolate frosting, right?”

Rook’s mouth watered as he watched King start slicing it.

“I did not know you could bake.”

“It's just boxed mix. Hard to screw that up.”

“Boxed mix?”

“Yeah. You get this powder and throw some other stuff in it. Put it in the oven and cake happens.”

“...Interesting.”

King set a plate in front of Rook with a large slice, then handed him a fork.

“Go on. I wanna know how it is.”

Rook carefully picked up the fork, which was too small for his hands, and cut himself a bite of his cake.

As soon as he tasted it, he was certain Heaven was real, and that King was some kind of angel.

“This is…the best I’ve ever tasted.”

“Really? It's just from a box. I figured you'd have had something a lot fancier in your lifetime, being filthy rich and all.”

Rook kept eating. He didn't seem to care much about his etiquette.

“You made it. For me.” he said. “It makes it all the better.”

King would have blushed if he only could.

“Well, y’know…you're too sweet.”

Rook stood up, picking up his plate and tucking the bird under his arm.

“I am going to put my bird in my room. Come along, and bring the cake.” he said. He and King went back down the hallway and back to Rook’s quarters, where he closed the door behind them.

King set the cake down on one of the counters on the kitchenette side.

Rook already began cutting himself another slice.

“December 6th, huh? That makes you, what…a Sagittarius?”

“I believe so.”

“I ask as if I know anything about astrology. Queen and I used to read the horoscopes in the paper.” King sat down on Rook’s bed. “I’m…glad you like your stuff. Probably isn't anything close to what your folks can do, but…”

“Nonsense.” Rook answered. “You put a lot of heart into what you did. I would not want it any other way.”

“You think so?”

“Of course. Your earnestness and genuine care does not go unnoticed.”

King didn't know what to make of it. He’d never been treated so well by a partner before. Some nagging demon in the back of his mind told him it was all a ruse to get free cake out of him, but that didn't make any sense. Why would someone even do that? Squeezing free cake out of someone like that seemed to be way too much effort for such a task.

King decided not to dwell on it. Somehow, the stars aligned enough for Rook to love him, and that was more than enough.

As he watched Rook eat the rest of his cake with very little regard for how they looked in front of each other, he knew this was exactly where he wanted to be, and who he wanted to be with.

Rook wiped his mouth and set the dirty dishes in the sink, resolving to worry about them later. He then sunk into place next to King on the bed.

“I have never had anything more perfect.” he said. “It has been…a long time since I have had such a wonderful day.”

“Really?”

“So much of our time is spent working. But today, I can be alongside you.”

King and Rook looked at each other, silence filling the space between them. There was a sort of tension in the air that crackled like electricity, buzzing like an impending lightning strike.

“You, uh…have some cake on your face.”

“Do I? I must have–”

Before Rook could finish his sentence and wipe his face again, King wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. Rook was surprised at first, but eventually melted into King's embrace, putting his arms around him in return.

They broke away after a second.

“I…thought I’d help you get it off.” King said with a sheepish grin. Rook reached up and put a hand on King's cheek.

“I believe you may have missed a spot.”

The two of them came together again, this time much more intensely than before. Their tongues slipped around each other, each ensuring they had as much of the other’s taste as possible.

Rook pulled King closer, his hand resting on his thigh. He ran his fingers through King's hair with the other hand, while King kept hold of Rook’s neck and shoulders. Neither of them wanted to separate from the other.

Then, slowly, Rook’s hand moved from King's thigh toward the waistband of his pants, slipping down toward his sensitive nethers. King grabbed onto Rook's arm, suddenly breaking away from the kiss and gasping when Rook pushed two of his fingers inside.

“Rook…” he groaned. Rook chuckled.

“I think my favorite birthday gift may be sitting in front of me.” he purred. He leaned in and kissed King’s jawline, deftly working King’s moist slit with his hand. King tilted his head back and moaned softly, Rook moving his kisses down his exposed neck.

King squirmed in Rook’s grasp, instinctively rocking his hips back and forth. His grasp on Rook’s arm tightened and his breathing quickened, and he chewed on the inside of his cheek as his arousal grew.

With his other hand, Rook began to unclasp King's coat, sliding it down his shoulders and then onto the floor. King looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, the two of them pressing together in another kiss.

Rook sped up the movement of his hand, finding silent amusement in the noises King made.

“You are always so sensitive.” he said softly, running his hand through King's hair again. “You simply cannot get enough, can you?”

King could hardly answer, only panting and whining in response. Rook chuckled.

“Perfect little thing. I always have you at my command. You would do anything I say if it meant fulfilling your desperate desires.”

King's breath came in ragged gasps. He could hardly hear any of Rook's words, only focused on the bliss that had filled his brain.

Then, Rook pulled him into another kiss. This time, the both of them sunk down onto the bed, with King laying beneath Rook. He grasped at the sheets and squirmed some more.

Rook leaned down and kissed his neck, forming a trail down his chest, stopping for a moment at his stomach. He looked up at King.

“Rook, I…” King struggled. “I-I’m…”

Without a word, Rook pulled his fingers away, then grabbed hold of the waistline of King's pants with his teeth. King desperately helped him pull them the rest of the way off, finally exposing his entire body. Rook kissed King's stomach again, resuming his path downward, past his waist and hips, until he finally reached King’s desperate slit.

Then, he began to lap at King with his tongue, burying his face between his legs. King moaned and fell back onto the bed, his fingers pawing at the sheets beneath him.

Rook held onto King's thighs, his lips and tongue exploring every inch they could reach. King's taste was just about as good as the chocolate cake he’d made just a few hours prior. Rook’s tongue ran over King's clit, and King arched his back and cried out toward the ceiling.

It really was too easy. How Rook adored watching him squirm. He could make King do whatever he wanted. Make this sound that sound, whatever. Perfection.

Rook kept at it, listening to every moment King babbled incomprehensible mewling, every single sound he made, every single breath he took.

“Rook, I-I’m gonna…I’m…” King stammered through his panting. Before he could get another word out, King cried and his thighs shook as his climax washed over him, coating Rook’s mouth with his juices. He lay there, trying to catch his breath, as Rook sat up and licked his lips, wiping his mouth.

“Do not get comfortable, King.” he said, standing up from the bed. “I am not finished with you.”

King blinked, looking at him, his mind still swimming in the wake of his orgasm. He propped himself up on his elbows as Rook slowly began to unclasp and unbutton his coat, as if he were giving King a show.

King's eyes couldn't help but travel downward to where Rook’s pants were bulging outward as his erection grew, and already his mouth watered with anticipation.

Rook’s coat and undershirt fell to the floor, and King's eyes darted back up to his shining, exposed chestplate. They didn't spare any expense with him, that was for sure. Even just the sight of Rook's strong, toned, massive body was enough to get King all worked up again.

Finally, Rook hooked his thumbs around the waistband of his pants and eased them down, his cock hardened and already leaking pre in anticipation. King almost found himself breathless. It really never got old.

Rook climbed back up onto the bed.

“Get on your hands and knees.” he instructed. The commanding tone in his voice led King to not even think twice. He sat up and shifted his position, until he was at face level with Rook’s ever impressive member.

“I have trained you well, King. You already know what to do.” Rook said, putting a hand on King's cheek.

“I-I’ll do anything you want.” King said quickly. Rook chuckled.

“I know you will.”

He moved his thumb and used it to ease King’s mouth open, and for a moment he marveled at his partner's maw. King was always so willing to serve him, as if he truly was made for it.

Rook eased his cock into King's mouth, his considerable length forcing him to part his jaws even further. King fought back a gag as the tip of Rook’s cock hit the back of his throat, and he adjusted himself to better accommodate him.

“I am impressed.” Rook said. “You have certainly improved.”

He put a hand on the back of King's head and slowly began moving himself in and out, letting out a sigh as he did.

King fought back more gagging, trying to take as much of Rook in as he could. Rook quickened his pace and dug his fingers into King's hair as he pushed his head into his thrusts. The taste of Rook's pre coated his mouth and ran together with his saliva as it dripped down his face and off his chin.

“Look at you.” Rook purred. “Always a perfect pet. You would do anything I tell you. Is that right? In fact, you have already told me.”

King's tongue ran down the bottom of Rook's shaft each time it passed his lips. All he really wanted was to please the man before him, his throbbing cock battering the back of his throat.

Rook started to quicken his pace further. King had no choice but to take it in stride, low growls beginning to rise up from his partner's chest. King's anticipation grew.

All of the carefulness of Rook's movements was beginning to fade away. He forced King’s head toward his body, over and over again, his breathing rough and heavy. He couldn't form any words, drawing closer and closer to his own climax, the softness and warmth of King's mouth and throat almost driving him to the brink of insanity.

King whined around the girth in his mouth. Rook tilted his head back toward the ceiling, a low groan escaping him.

He couldn't take any more.

Finally, he shoved himself fully into King's mouth, moaning as a huge load of his hot seed flooded down King's throat.

King tried to swallow as much of it as he could, but soon couldn't handle any more, the rest backing up and running down his face. Rook sighed and looked down at him, panting.

“You never cease to impress, King.” he breathed. He pulled himself out of King's mouth.

King wiped his face with his arm. There was a slight swell in the flexible plating in his abdomen.

“W-well, y’know…I do my best.” he said nervously. Rook leaned in and gave him another kiss.

“It does not go unnoticed.” Rook kissed him once more, this time guiding him back onto his back, planting an arm on either side of him on the bed. “I am not finished repaying you for the cake, you know.”

King's breath hitched in his throat.

“You-you don't owe me anything, you know.”

Rook chuckled.

“Please. I want nothing less.”

King looked down at Rook's cock and bit his lip.

Rook guided himself up to King's sensitive, desperate entrance, then wasted no more time pushing himself inside.

King immediately let out a moan, gasping for breath as Rook started bucking his hips again.

“I was thinking…” Rook said. “Perhaps we can go to dinner later.”

King could barely answer.

“Y-you're just g-gonna…” he began. “God, fuck!”

Rook laughed. He kept moving his hips in time, despite King's squirming.

“You're gonna just-just ask me to-to dinner as…as you're fucking my b-brains out?” King asked.

“Yes.”

King groaned as Rook still pounded into him without regard for how comprehensible his speech would be. King was losing himself in ecstasy as Rook’s cock battered his slick hole.

Rook grabbed hold of King's wrists and pinned them on the bed above his head, holding him in place with the other hand.

“You have not answered the question.”

King tried opening his mouth to speak, but he couldn't get any words out. Rook laughed again.

He pressed his body into King's, further pinning him to the bed. His thrusting grew faster, each of their minds clouding with pleasure. Rook’s pace quickened, his and King's juices running together and soaking into the bed.

King's breathing was heavy and he could already feel himself approaching the edge once more. Rook buried his face in King's neck, an animalistic snarl escaping his throat.

“You belong to me, King.” he growled. “I believe you may have already known that.”

King cried out again as Rook finally thrusted into him with as much power as he could muster.

He was breathless. His stimulation was reaching its peak, and he could hardly focus on anything but the man above him.

Rook grabbed onto King's hips and buried himself fully inside him, another load of his cum flooding King’s abdomen. At just about the same time, King’s back arched as he finally made it to his climax, the two of them finally coming to rest together, completely out of breath.

They stayed there for a while, until Rook finally pulled himself out and laid beside King.

King stared up at the ceiling, blinking away the cloudiness in his brain.

Rook traced one of the lines in his plating with his thumb.

“So, King,” he said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Will you join me for dinner?”

“You bastard.” King replied. “Of course I will.”

#mod tron #character: king #character: rook #smut #nsft #nsft writing #nsft queer #cyborgs

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