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Comfy Cozy
A lil Jojo vore comic that took me way too long for how short it is haha
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Unfinished JJBA part 4 thing
basically a half-barely finished JJBA fic. I posted ch 1 ages ago (like probs during the pandemic) on @smol-and-trashy but sadly never finished it :( it's kinda long for an unfinished vore fic of mine tbh
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Arched brows furrowed, both Koichi and Okuyasu were missing from their usual routes to school. While it wasn’t unusual for the scarred man to skimp out of classes, Koichi wouldn’t, not with the looming threat of being forced to hear an earful from his girlfriend from hell.
The hell are they? This is weird, they couldn’t have just disappeared without a trace… unless--
Josuke’s initial thought was Rohan, but the mangaka was currently on a research trip to Italy for his newest volume. This had Stands written all over it, most likely someone who was recently hit by the arrow Kira’s dad currently obtained.
Josuke trudged forward, trying to find any clues about the whereabouts of his friends. It wasn’t until he came across a fairly plain looking man with bright orange hair did his suspicions spike. It wasn’t the man’s looks that piqued his curiosity but rather what he was doing. Crouched on the pavement, he was boasting to some, Josuke squinted, dolls? He couldn’t tell exactly what this man was talking to, but it was an all-around bizarre sight.
He strolled behind the man, peeking over his shoulders before finally speaking,
“Hey man, whatcha got there?”
The man jumped at least a foot, clutching whatever he was talking to in his fists. His eyes flickered with some recognition of Josuke, with further confirmed his suspicions that this man was granted some sort of abilities by that old, vengeful ghost to kill Josuke and his friends.
“I-it’s none of your concern.” he said quickly,
Josuke, never one to take someone’s word at face value, stayed by the man’s side like a thorn. He knew there was something up with this man and he wasn’t going to leave him be until he figured out what, or at least until his friends finally popped up.
“Mm, sure. But first, why doncha show me what’s in your hands? Must be pretty kewl, right?”
The man glared at the crouched pompadoured teen, trying to catch an eyeful of what he was holding and the connection it had with his missing friends.
He remembered what Jotaro told him, Stand users are attracted to other Stand users.
Josuke sucked in a breath as he slowly walked over to the shrunken students, his heart pounded in his chest.
Averting his attention back to the regular sized man before him, Josuke snorted, Murachi really was pathetic if his entire plan was to rely on size and a shrinking stand. It was beyond cowardly to shrink enemies to crush into paste. Blue eyes ignited anyway, Josuke stepped towards Murachi, Crazy Diamond by his side glowing bright with a fiery pink aura; he was going to put an end to this coward getting off on picking on the weak and defenseless.
Instead of moving forward to attack Josuke, Murachi turned foot and lunged at Koichi and Okuyasu instead.
“Oh no you don’t!” Josuke pulled the man back by his neatly folded collar and swiped his shrunken friends from the ground. It was irrelevant but he couldn’t help but to marveling at the fact that they could fit neatly in his palm. This is kinda cool! Ah, y’know, if we didn’t have some psycho trying to murder us.
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Kochi’s breath quickened at the sight of his gigantic pompadoured friend reaching down and snagging both him and Okuyasu not so gently. Josuke rivaled storybook giants and just from seeing his friend’s oversized features, he wanted to curl up and hide. Still, he had to stay strong, it was just Josuke. There was no doubt that their newfound size was an effect from the other man’s stand and with Josuke being the only one left at regular size, he trusted him to get them out of this situation.
“Hey, I don’t think we have much time left to get away from this guy. I’m gonna pocket you, okay?”
Gigantic calloused hands carefully dropped them in a too tight uniform pocket. Okuyasu and Koichi were forced in a squished head-to-chest position with Kochi’s legs uncomfortably wrapped around Okuyasu’s.
“W-what are you doing, Josuke?” Koichi gazed up at his giant friend in terror. Josuke’s blue eyes narrowed as his stomach turned. He bit his bottom lip, could he keep Crazy Diamond inside his own body to prevent digestion? In theory, it would make sense, but for the actual execution, he had no idea if it would work. As footsteps neared, he could see a flash of orange begin to turn corner, Josuke’s heart thumped, no time. I just have to trust my gut.
“Trust me.” were the last words he was able to utter at his friends before popping them in his mouth, instantly recoiling on how easy they were to stash inside him.
Koichi and Okuyasu had polar opposite reactions to being eaten by someone they considered a close friend; while Koichi went rigid, Okuyasu screamed and fought for his life. Shouts of betrayal scratched at his throat until he started coughing.
“This…this isn’t f-funny, Josuke!” he rasped, throat burning with each word.
“Okuyasu!” Koichi shouted, unable to help his friend as he was thrown into the pouch of Josuke’s cheek.
The slimy tongue shot out from under the scarred man and firmly pushed Okuyasu’s back upwards. He was pinned to the roof of the mouth while a stream of saliva trickled down the daunting entrance behind them. Koichi’s entire body shivered at the wet sound, just the thought of what lies behind that dark throat horrified him to no end. Time stood still, and neither party was released from their position. Koichi paused, it was certainly possible that Josuke was simply keeping them in his mouth for safekeeping. Albeit a disgusting way to protect them, it would be safer than getting crushed inside the broad teen’s pockets.
However, fate was a cruel mistress, he was proven wrong when the tongue released its hold on Okuyasu. The muscle twitched a bit as if unsure what to do next and Koichi’s brows furrowed, Josuke, what are you planning? The giant teenager’s gullet flexed open, and Koichi’s mouth dried up. His thoughts were answered in the worst way possible as Okuyasu was pulled to the back of the throat, hands clawing frantically at the back of the tongue, trying to maintain some grasp, any grasp to survival.
“The Hand—!” he clamored urgently, but right as he could feel the strength of his stand separate from his soul, another wretched contraction forced his chest deeper into Josuke’s throat and the stand vanished.
Koichi felt the bile rise up in his throat as he saw his friend get dragged down the throat.
“N-no!” he screamed and lunged to lend a hand to Okuyasu. He was too late. Another echoing swallow and Okuyasu screeched a string of profanities before finally getting sucked into the darkness.
Koichi’s insides watered as he saw Okuyasu getting swallowed by someone whom they considered so close. His eyes blurred with tears as the tongue began to maneuver him into the center of the mouth. He grabbed onto a molar as quick as possible and clung with all his strength, saliva coating his hair, and something warm dribbled down his cheek, he couldn’t forget Josuke’s calm yet determined face as he rose them to his maw, like pieces of candy. That’s how insignificant they were to the giant, Koichi trembled,
He doesn’t care.
No, no no no. Koichi squeezed his eyes shut, refusing to look any further in the cramped mouth
Maybe this is sill all part of his plan? Okuyasu could just be safely wedged in his throat and he’s going to let us out after Murachi-san is gone? He knew he was being overly optimistic but he didn’t want to believe that Josuke would eat them willingly.
His fingers held onto the wedge of the molar, giving everything to not let go, yet he was outmatched as the tongue carefully wrapped around his torso and pushed him to the back of the mouth.
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Chapter 2
If the mouth was disgusting, Koichi was not prepared for the rank chamber that was Josuke’s gut. Soggy bread and sour green tea flooded his nostrils, his own stomach turned as he started to dry heave. This, all of this, was revolting and the waves of vomit and grumblings of Josuke’s digestive tract weren’t making this situation better. That’s right—Okuyasu is in here too, he’s not…he wouldn’t be…right? Koichi’s eyes scanned for a miniature grey pompadour bobbing in the liquid until
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“JOSUKE! YOU BASTARD! I DUNNO WHAT YOU’RE PLANNING BUT YA BETTER LET US OUT. NOW!” Okuyasu shouted, banging on the slimy, ridged walls.
They were met with booming laughter from above, shaking their entire confinement, “Guys, guys,” Josuke wheezed, trying to stop himself from doubling over, out of consideration for his friends. He held his stomach in vain to try to stop another wave of laughter, “Whatever you’re doing in there, it’s really—-“
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Hurt pooled in his gut, they really thought he would intentionally hurt them? He would never!
“Crazy Diamond is protecting both of you from being digested. I-I thought you would’ve pieced that together. I would never forgive myself if I ended up hurting both you two,” his fingers combed through his hair as he let out a sigh, “Yeah, this was probably extremely risky but I had to do something to something to hide you from that Murachi dude, the guy was fucking insane!”
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“So eating us was the first thing you came up with?”
“Heh, probably not the best of my ideas, but
#jjba vore#jojo vore#fandom vore#vore wip#unfinished vore writing#unfinished vore fic#soft vore#safe vore#abandoned vore fic#vore fic#jojo's bizarre adventure part 4 vore#josuke my beloved
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Ooohhhh mikitaka huh!! Got any vore headcanons for them?
Miki is my absolute favorite for multiple reasons and this ask made my day :)
Soft vore, g/t, dont like dont read. Nsfw dni.
I think mikitaka would be really casual about it. One of his friends is stressed? they'll tuck them away no questions asked. There's a firetruck coming? he'll flee into the nearest person he trusts.
Slime boy! As prey, they'll just become blue slime like he's trying to shapeshift, but not shape shift into anything. Or he'll shapeshift into a gummy or something.
As a pred, however, past their mouth everything is just blue. His tum is the same color as the pile of goop he becomes when he shapeshifts. jello texture, but its not jello comsistency. Its more like really soft rubber consistency. it has a dim glow to it thats very comforting. Naturally cool, making it a nice place to hide from the sun. But not too cool to hide from the cold in winter.
Also very quiet, very gentle and comfy tum, but he might squeeze you if you or him are nervous to try to comfort you. Wierd tum sounds too.
If he is with friends and sirens start going off he can and will jump down someone's throat and hide untill his host either spits him out or tells him its ok to come out. Only with friends though. If he trusts you, you are a hiding spot whether you like it or not.
Can hold a lot of friends in his tum. Cause he's slime boi. He can also hold spicy prey(prey that kick, claw, punch, etc.) without getting a stomach ache because of this. it doesnt hurt much but it does annoy him a little.
I have more but i'm trying to make shorter posts because i appearantly obliterated some people's dashes with my first posts :')
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I just WERY excited of JJBA borrower AU. And also I very much like Jotakak! Especialy at that AU it look VERY cute! So, here is some of my collored doodles! Also, Hello!
FIRST POST EYYYYY!I FINALY DID IT!
Also I'm a bit of scared
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A Terrified Number (JJBA Vore Story)
Number Five my beloved. And uh, yeah for people who don’t know, Number Five is part of a colony stand called Sex Pistols, yes named after the band, so before anyone gets confused there’s your explanation.
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“Mista! Mista! Miiiista!” Number Five cried out in tearful despair whilst gently tugging at the end of his beloved user’s hat. “Mista, wake up! Giorno took care of the man in the helicopter! The others aren’t captured anymore! Quick, call them back!”
Now that the former user of the mold stand, Cioccolata, had been sufficiently beaten up and thrown into a garbage truck by Giorno, the tiny sentient stand that was Sex Pistol Number Five had been desperately trying to get his user to wake up so his fellow pistols may be called back to their respective holes in the bullet chamber they called home, safe and sound with their user once more.
Quite luckily for Number Five, it wouldn’t take long before Mista would start stirring again, making muffled groaning sounds as he slowly came to. Grumbling in pain as he groggily opened up his eyes, the very first thing that the sore, injured man was able to see was the terrified, up-close face of Number Five, gazing down in panic upon his user’s much larger form. As soon as the tiny, yellow pistol realized that Mista was waking up, he began to slowly calm down, as much as the poor, habitually frightened little number could, that was.
“N-Number Five…” Mista groaned out as he began to lift his body off the ground.
“Huh?” Number Five faintly peeped out in response.
“...the others…are already back, Number Five. I was able to sense their presence inside the pistol chamber as soon as I began to regain consciousness…”
That much was true, as stands and their users have a natural subconscious connection with each other, and Guido Mista’s unconscious brain had still been able to call his pistols back despite his consciousness being rather knocked out. Number Five was swiftly able to realize this the moment Mista brought it up. He could feel the nearby presence of his fellow pistols due to their stand aura as they rested inside their bullet chamber holes, recovering and recharging from their recent injuries by Ciccolata’s stand Green Day.
Letting out a considerably relieved sigh, Number Five proceeded to set himself up against a now upright-sitting Mista’s midsection as he began to tear up from all the stress and horror that this fight had caused him to feel. Though he knew his dearest Mista and his fellow pistols were safe, he was still completely unable to hold back his emotions as his tear-flow only continued to grow.
With a small, sympathetic smile, and as gently and softly as he could, Mista placed a finger upon the sniffling pistol’s head, before giving the top of it a few gentle rubs, doing its best to help console the poor sentient stand as such.
Number Five began to loosely cling onto the skin on Mista’s midsection as he buried his face deep into his being. He didn’t exactly know why, but right now, his body was practically screeching for Number Five to push closer into his considerably larger user’s body, so he may be surrounded and encompassed all around by his warm, loving form as a result. Because of this, Number Five gently squished further into Mista’s skin, before he was suddenly able to pick up on the ambient gurgles and groans emulating from the stomach chamber within, rumbling softly and gently within the churning chamber inside.
It was right then and there that an idea popped up inside Number Five’s head, causing his eyes to almost immediately fling open and his voice box to almost automatically let out some sort of an: “Uh?” Noise, thus catching Mista’s attention, and causing him to casually glance down upon the now deep-in-thought pistol as a result.
“Hmm? Number Five? Is something wrong?” he called out to the pondering little number in a hushed, gentle tone.
Number Five’s voice began to quiver a bit as he tried his very best to put the idea he was thinking of into words.
“I-Uh…Err-” was all that ended up coming out as Mista gave a subtle, understanding chuckle.
“It's alright, Number Five. Whatever you’re thinking right now, I’m here to listen.”
Giving a feeble nod, Number Five took a moment to gather up his thoughts before speaking. “I…I…Mista…I wanna be even closer to you.” he managed to squeak out at last, praying internally that Mista understood what he meant.
Silently pondering on what the meaning of Number Five’s words could possibly be for a while, Guido Mista, upon glancing back down to see his beloved pistol gently hugging the skin on his midsection, at last understood.
“Ooooh…I see, Number Five.”
“...y-you do?” Number Five peeped out in response.
“Of course I do…and…that’s just fine with me, we can go through with it if you want.”
At last realizing that Mista had just given him the okay, and letting this reality sink in as such, Number Five proceeded to close his eyes and wipe off the tears that had accumulated upon them, before at last, he released his gentle grasp upon Mista’s midsection and slowly floated up towards his mouth.
Mista gave Number Five a warm smile as the tiny sentient stand gingerly came closer to his much larger user’s lips. Proceeding to part them just wide enough in order to allow the pistol to crawl inside, the gunslinging gangster was able to feel the little yellow number landing softly upon his tongue, before laying down his head and steadily curling up into a ball.
Number Five could hear the loud, consistent breathing of his giant user around him as the natural warmth began to soak into his being. Shuffling around and adjusting his position so that he was now laying down flat on the tongue, the miniature sentient stand began to crawl forwards, not daring to lift up his head out of fear he may scrape it against the rough ridges at the top of Mista’s mouth.
Swiftly taking note of this, Mista proceeded to raise up the roof inside the maw, thus revealing the entrance to his gullet as a result, and causing his uvula to wiggle a little as it rose. Able to sense Number Five making his way forth, towards the entrance to his gullet, Mista began to slowly tilt back his head in order to help Number Five slide into the thing, before at last, he placed a couple fingers upon the outside of his throat, and with Number Five on the inside gazing down into his user’s esophagus, waiting for the great gulp to commence, Mista swallowed.
The tiny little bulge that Number Five made inside Mista’s throat leisurely traveled down towards his guts as the walls gently squeezed and squelched around the feeble stand within, caressing him with its warmth and smoothness, and causing him to become just a bit more comfortable with his own emotions as such. Number Five’s tear flow eventually continued a while later, but this was only because he felt safe enough to be able to release these feelings again. Silently weeping inside of his user’s throat as the faint, distant sounds of his deep, booming heartbeat, as well as the high-pitched growling and groaning being emitted from the stomach continued to grow louder, both the precious little number and the bulge he was making, at long last, disappeared behind Mista’s collarbone.
As he was still on top of the roof that Ciccolata’s helicopter had attempted to take off from, the sore, exhausted gangster that was Guido Mista had absolutely nowhere to lay his back upon, and as a result, ultimately decided to just simply lay himself back down upon the flat, stony rooftop, and attempt to rest some more.
Back on the inside, once Number Five reached the lower esophageal sphincter, the tiny, yellow stand gave a slight nod and closed his eyes as he was promptly squeezed on through, thus splash landing deep into his much larger user’s guts and getting rather doused with the gastric juices within as a result.
Mista was able to feel the resulting sloshing and churning that naturally occurs whenever something new enters the stomach, however, this particular item that had just been granted entry was absolutely not something to be digested and built up into his cells, like all of the food that he ate. No, this particular time, the acids within were to do no harm, and as Number Five slowly shuffled his way on his knees through the shallow, harlmless pool inside of Mista’s stomach, the internal air of warmth and closeness that hang all around the sobbing stand began to soak into his being, practically hugging and caressing him as he at last squished into one of the chamber’s walls.
Nuzzling and rubbing his hands and face upon his sleek, pillowy confines as Mista on the outside slowly maneuvered his hand down to his middle in order to reciprocate the gesture, Number Five only continued to cry, all of his prior, built-up stress and anxiety about the safety of his user before the fight was won slowly dissipating as a result as he practically buried himself into his user’s guts, their goopy, churning nature shifting and churning the sentient stand around, and wetting his being considerably, as he did.
Mista gave a barely audible sigh of contentment, now that he knew that everybody was okay. Well…okay, everybody except Cioccolata, yes, but seriously…that guy had it coming.
As a result, as Number Five laying deep inside of his considerably larger user’s stomach continued to hug tight onto the warm, soothing walls and let his emotions freely flow, Mista began to slowly close his eyes, so he may fall back asleep and recover from the battle as such.
Meanwhile, climbing back up to the top of the roof via the stairs, Giorno Giovanna, having just smacked the absolute living shit out of the literal living shit that was Cioccolata using his infamous “Seven Page Muda”, shakily heaved his breath in and out, (the current hole in his lung did make it rather hard for him to breathe after all, especially after having expended a lot of his breath back during the muda), whilst limping his way up the steps. Upon finally making it all the way up and gazing at Mista laying calmly upon its floor as such, Giorno slowly hobbled his way over to the once more unconscious man, and swiftly brought out his stand to examine him.
Upon confirming that he was alive and his bodily functions were stable, Giorno let out a great deep breath of relief, and was just about to start climbing back down the stairs in order to try and regroup with Bruno, so he may help him deal with the stand user that could turn solid ground into liquid, before all of a sudden, as Gold Experience maneuvered his hand down towards the sleeping man’s middle, he almost instantly picked up something strange, and thus, through their subconcious link, called back his user so he may take a look at it, too.
Glancing down into the section of Mista’s body that his stand had just pointed out as such, Giorno was quick to realize that he was sensing a form of stand aura resonating from within. At first, he was rather confused, and thus got down onto his knees so he may be able to lay his ear up against said region, but as soon as he was able to hear the shaky, high-pitched breathing and crying echoing around inside, the blonde-haired man at last understood, letting out lighthearted smirk as a result.
“Oh…sweet, innocent, Number Five…” he calmly thought to himself whilst breaking a small smile and gently laying a hand over his fellow gangster Mista’s guts. “Thank you so much for helping me defeat Cioccolata back there.”
Giorno blinked a few times as he merely sat there and listened to the tiny sentient stand inside as his breathing began to slow and his being grew still, his body leading him on into a deep state of sleep as such, before at last, he rose up once more, and began walking off. Taking one more glance back over at Mista on the roof, only one single thought was coursing itself through the blonde man’s mind at that point. And that thought was, quite simply: “...thanks.”
#soft vore#safe vore#vore writing#vore stories#vore story#male pred#male vore#male predador#male prey#m/m vore#g/t vore#gt vore#v0re#vor3#v0r3#v.ore#human pred#human vore#v/ore#jjba vore#wholesome vore#endosoma#extreme cuddling
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Jjba Headcannon
vampires and pillarmen can change the size of their teeth.
Usually their teeth are simillar to a humans, but if they oraly want to consume prey or just want to intimidate an enemy they grow to resemble a carnivore's.
Pillarmen can change the amount and length to their liking.
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Heehoo silly Mikitaka brainrot
Panics when hearing blaring sirens and turn into alien slime and which friend happens to be the closest he’ll push himself into their mouth and wiggle his way into their belly, there’s nothing the friend can do about it. Almost canceling out the sirens so Miki can snuggle within the confines of the friend’s stomach.
I’m so normal about this I’m so normal about this I’m so normal about this I’m so normal
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Year old comic I never got to post, this would lead to a tiny Illuso being picked up by Cheeseman who shrinks too so Illuso doesnt feel out of place. He isnt too fond of his position...
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Big Scary Vampire
Sooooo
Awhile back I wanted to buy the Ghostbusters game and had no money
So solution was: Commissions!
Problem: Nobody really gave a crap about them...
But one person did! And thanks to their contributions to my ghostbuster’s hyperfixation I wrote a little short story about @anxiety-pocket ‘s little bitty LB and my big scary vampire Basil!
tw for blood and mentions of other ick, though it’s not directed towards any named character. Just typical vampire stuff.
It was supposed to be an average mission, a trek out to a small town to investigate incidents attributed to a wayward stand user…
Lb and Basil, supposed to be an easy enough team. The strong vampire and the quick healer stand user. But things had gone.. poorly, to say the least.
One wayward slash, a move that covered Basil's chest with a pattern of claw-like slashes, spilling the blood he definitely didn't have to spare.
Lb had tried to step forward, letting the attacker flee as they attempted to heal the old vampire's wounds, but a snarl sent them back.
Basil managed to get out, between gasps and growls, that they needed to go. They needed to get out of here before this got nasty… but lord only knew how stubborn the gremlin he'd been set up with could be.
It wasn't until they'd seen those brown eyes flash red, a glimpse of crimson through the fringe of the larger's bangs that they realized the danger they were in and finally turned tail to flee.
Too late.
Heart pounding, faint for mortal ears but he was no mortal.
Paws skittering on the ground, blood from a wound given before perfuming the air with their delicious scent…
Their fear and panic, so rich he could taste it in the air.
There were no thoughts in the vampire's head beyond satisfying the ache in his stomach, the burn in his veins calling to replace what he'd lost.
His hand came down, pinning the small form against the ground, hearing them squeak in fear and tremble like the frightened mouse they were.
The predator grinned, sharp fangs bared, his eyes a bright burning red as he lifted the small morsel to his face, his tongue lolling from his mouth to give his prey a taste, a rumble from his chest signaling his appreciation for their flavor before they were pressed face-first into his fanged maw.
Their prey gave another squeak of fear, some words they either couldn't hear or were blatantly ignoring, pressing against that slimy muscle as it continued to sample their taste. Another push with a finger forced them to the back of the throat, giving them a good long look at the rippling tube of muscle they'd be squeezed down, the vampire's stomach growling as if calling for their little snack to be packed away inside.
With a small gulp, those tight muscles gripped the prey, dragging them downwards and silencing their complaints beneath layers of oddly cool flesh.
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The first thing Basil registered when he snapped back to his senses was the warmth in his middle.
A squirmy warmth that kicked and thrashed… the second was the taste in his mouth, the taste of copper and… cinnamon…
It hit him like a train, the realization of what happened, and all at once Basil had a hand on his belly, ignoring the mess of his own blood saturating his shirt from the wounds that started this whole mess, "L-Lover-Boy? Dammit, fuck.. h-hang on kid, lemme just…"
He tried to heave, but it was like his own body was revolting against him. Demanding nutrients so it could fix the damage that had been done, not allowing him to give up the little scrap of food it had so graciously decided to get him.
"Dammit," Basil cursed again as he tried to focus, get his body to cooperate, but nothing he was doing was working and he could feel the poor little inside getting tossed about by the twitching of uncooperative muscles.
It was official, the little stand user was going absolutely nowhere for now…
He could feel their little hands rubbing against his insides, causing the organ to gurgle and groan in response, and while usually he would love nothing more than to sink into that delightful feeling now was definitely not the time for this.
"Just… just hold on kid," Basil mumbled, trying to reassure them with a hesitant pat to his stomach, "I'll.. I'll figure this out."
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While being surrounded by warm fleshy walls was nothing new to LB, Basil's insides were a bit different than what they'd experienced before.
The stomach seemed confused by their presence, kneading against them and groaning, and it was much cooler to the touch… made sense for a being who technically wasn't the most alive anymore.
Though, compared to the fear of being chased and cornered, the vampire's stomach was a better place to be than his fanged mouth or his clawed hands.
They could feel him moving, running, muttering apologies and promises that everything would be alright, even as the stomach churned around them in a way that spoke volumes about his body's desire.
The sounds of the outside were muffled from in here, but their sensitive ears were still capable of picking up the shouts of someone else, hear the hissing of the enraged vampire around them, his stomach tensing so tight the muscles felt almost like stone for a moment, and the shouts came to a sudden halt.
From above came a heavy gulp, and for a moment LB was confused by the sound. What was the vampire doing? He couldn't be- he wouldn't-
Their line of thinking was cut off as a heavy gush of crimson came from the tight ring of muscle that had allowed them inside, hot sticky blood coating them head to toe as a shriek rose from their lips.
Their kicking and wriggling grew worse as the stomach groaned in apparent delight over this development, gurgling and churning hungrily around the offering of food it could actually handle.
For a horrifying moment they thought that the vampire had forgotten them.. that this was how they ended.. dissolving into a pool of someone else's blood inside the gut of someone they'd seen as a friend…
It felt like hours before Basil's hands were pressing against them from outside, the vampire's cursing again as the stomach heaved again, though this time instead of simply squeezing them and refusing to let go, LB found themself being squeezed upward to freedom.
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Whatever had happened, between the time he'd gotten a proper "meal" and now, Basil had retreated to the hotel they'd been set up in while looking for the asshat who'd caused this mess, locking the door firmly and leaning heavily against it.
He was panting, even as his wounds sealed thanks to the mess he'd made of the idiot who'd tried to kill him, searching for a sign that the little he'd inadvertently buried in the world's worst sauna was still okay as he slid down to sit on the floor.
Basil's eyes were back to a warm brown, and his face was full of worry as he spat the small into his hands, the sight of them covered in gore seeming to send the vampire back into a mess, cursing as he looked them over, "I didn't hurt ya did I? Fuck, I'm so sorry kid, I swear I'd never mean to hurt you.. dammit kid…"
He could only continue to mutter as LB regained their senses, the small finding themself pressed against the vampire's face as he continued to mumble apologies incessantly.
The stream of words only stopped when a small paw bonked him on the head and he dared to look up to meet LB's gaze.
"You.. didn't hurt me, understand?" the small said firmly, holding up a finger when Basil opened his mouth to protest.
"Nope, see me? I'm fine. Covered in your leftovers, but fine."
Basil sighed at this, "god… sometimes I forget how tough you little bin lids can be..," He mumbled, worried eyes softening as he nuzzled against LB for a moment before his tongue shot out to lick along their body again, causing them to squeak in surprise.
"Not like I can leave you in that sorry state, can I? Now hold still and let me clean you up kid."
Once satisfied with the state of the little one, Basil made it clear he had no more intentions of venturing out that night by flopping onto the bed, making sure LB was perched in their favorite spot atop his middle.
Silence filled the room, broken only by the occasional groan from the vampire's stomach, the organ audibly sloshing as it processed his gorey meal.
"But seriously.. next time I tell ya to go, I'm not playing with ya kid, ya need to go," he mumbled after a beat, one hand playing with LB's hair mindlessly, "I can't promise you're gonna stay off the menu if I'm not in my right mind, and you're lucky I didn't do worse…"
He paused when that little face turned upwards to glare at him, "am I supposed to be afraid of the same guy who cries every time he watches Bambi? Or the big scary vampire who got spooked the first time he went through a corn maze?"
Basil felt heat rise to his face as he glanced away, much to the smallest delight as they giggled, the big guy muttering something about cheap jumpscares and stupid fog machines.
"You're not some big scary monster Bas, no matter what you tell yourself. Even full of blood, you're just a big softie inside, a fact that I can personally attest to."
LB smirked as the vampire's blush worsened, Basil mumbling something about cheeky kids as he continued to play with the smaller's hair until they settled down to rest after that far-too exciting night.
#jj/ba vore#basil mylo kingston#vampire oc#extreme cuddling#tw blood#I know some people get ick about it but it is what it is#anxiety pocket#Lover Boy#i feel i should specify the blood isn’t from the bitty prey#oc#jjba oc
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Random Bullshit go brrr--
All I did was doodle up whatever is running in my extremely busy anxious mind. Was watching JoJo Part 5 during this, and thought to draw this sort of stuff for the hell of it. Should draw up Prosciutto next, or Giorno Giovanna. Weird that most of their names are related to foods, but that's Araki for yah
Also, STATUS UPDATE!
I did get a new Laptop, but made a compromise with my Mother (bless her heart for this, she really didn't have to) that I wont be aiming for PC gaming stuff anymore. The TL;DR of it was stopping my own destructive shopaholic habits and be content with what I got. To be fair, I use my PC more for note taking, video editing, and the sort with light gaming on top. Honestly, it's for the best of my mental and financial health. At least I'll be happy, and certainly allows me to turn towards something else for the future rather than kneecap myself to oblivion. Anyways, uh... Kirin post!
#mlp#oc#pepper#kirin#artwork#vore blog#cellohorse#sfw#traditional doodle#jjba#jojo#golden wind#vento aureo#dead space#random doodles#I am a tag maniac aaaaaa
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Team Taxi
Ngl I had to flip a coin to decide if I should post this or not
#g/t vore#safe vore#soft vore#unwilling prey#kinda...they're definitely not happy lmao#jjba vore#jojo vore#i like vore and memes
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this is weird (unfinished jjba vore fic)
A/N: Wrote this back when I had GioMista brainrot. Never really got to the vore part, but mouthplay is close enough, right? Once again, keeping the original author’s note for this: What is this? A Mista/Giorno vore fic? These boys are adorable and I adore part 5. Gio Gio has been a Don for a couple years now, so he’s ~18/19 in this. Enjoy :)
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Mista tapped on Giorno’s office door, news of a recent Capo betrayal was on the right hand man’s report.
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“Uh boss, mind telling me why you’re so small?”
The blond appeared unfazed and simply responded,
“It was an enemy stand, Tiny Dancer.”
At first glance, the Don didn’t seem to give his new disposition much mind, Mista could see those gears working in his head, trying to figure out a way to return to normal and quickest way to take his new enemy out. He always was impressed on how Giorno always managed to stay calm under pressure and now was no exception.
Giorno looked up at him, and Mista noted, with some discomfort, he could barely see those ocean blues that colored the young man’s eyes.
“Open your mouth, Mista.” he said with such normalcy, the same tone that Giorno had used when asking for something as mundane as a report. Mista blinked, but Giorno’s face was serious and unchanging, as if he didn’t just ask such a bizarre request.
“W-What?”
Giorno sighed,
“I would like to test something out. The nature of the stand isn’t odd itself, but the user mentioned something…” he trailed off, eyes locked on Mista’s slightly gaped mouth.
The brunette realized where his boss was staring and automatically snapped his mouth shut,
“I…isn’t there another way?”
Of course there wasn’t another way, lady luck happened to miss him as a target because Giorno shook his head and Mista could have sworn the man’s lips turned downwards a bit; taking a deep breath, he laid his palm flat on the desk, he couldn’t imagine Giorno would be too happy if he grabbed him out of nowhere, despite oh-so wanting to. Seconds blurred as Mista popped him inside his maw as if he was nothing and quickly repeated don’t swallow, don’t swallow, don’t… like a mantra. Giorno’s little body was tense, but slowly loosened up upon activating his stand. Mista’s back straightened a bit, with Gold Experience, it almost felt like he had two beings in his mouth. Not exactly ideal. Couldn’t be further from it.
Time stilled as Giorno sat in the other man’s mouth, legs crossed on the plush tongue while he carefully assessed his surroundings. Mista resisted the need to immediately swallow, but with the amount of saliva piling up, not sending the golden-haired man down his gullet proved to more of a challenge than he anticipated.
“Giowno,” his words slurred around the doll-sized man, “Awe you donegh?”
A tiny hand pressed on his incisor, and Mista deeply repressed any urge to spit the don out. Instead, he tried to divert his focus elsewhere and gripped the handle of the chair harder, leaving his knuckles a pale white.
“Not yet, Mista. I just want to see something.” Giorno answered calmly, unperturbed by his cramped, slick surroundings.
Mista hummed in acknowledgment and sat there, waiting. He had absolutely no idea what the other man was planning. Just that Giorno had said it was for ‘stand research.’—-Not a clear enough reason, if he were to say so himself. Still, he trusted Giorno, so if he asked to do something as weird as sitting in his mouth, reduced to the size of Mista’s Sex Pistols, he would oblige.
#vore writing#soft vore#jjba vore#unfinished vore fic#unfinished vore writing#pre-vore#lowkey proud of coming up with tiny dancer stand adjksf
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❄️ for Ghiaccio and Melone
Ooo ❄️ snowed in is such a cute prompt for them!
Cold on the Outside
Summary: Ghiaccio is out driving with melone when the car dies. Ghiaccio is not bothered by cold, but melone isnt nearly as well suited for such weather.
Pairings: Ghiaccio and Melone
Tw: hypothermia, death mention, fear, soft vore, cursing
Ghiaccio had been stupid to think having a stand so well suited for the weather would have made things easier. The car ride was going smoothely. Ghiaccio at the wheel, melone in the passenger seat, humming along with some dumb pop song he put on. Ghiaccio didnt mind. He was used to melone's behavior.
The first thing to go wrong was the radio going out. Melone groaned in mild annoyance, giving the dashboard a whack before letting the sound of wind and the blasting heater take over. Ghiaccio was normally the irritable one, the roof of his car having notable dents. And the horn being broken. So seeing melone upset made him undeniably a bit upset.
And then the heater died. Go figure. Ghiaccio wasnt bothered as the cold set in, but over time he could clearly see melone shivering in his seat. He grit his teath. "Damn it, hold on a little longer, we're almost home." He fussed, hoping melone would suck it up so he didnt feel bad.
"Ghia just drive, im fine." Melone insisted, knowing his friend was worried. Melone speaks fluent ghiaccio tantrum. Ghiaccio scoffed and continued to drive. How dare melone assume he cared. Well, he did, but that is his business.
It got colder in the car as they drove. Melone was pretty desparate to keep warm, tucking his legs into the seat. Ghiaccio felt anger well up inside him. He had to get melone out of the cold. Asap. So he sped up. As reckless as that was he wanted OUT of this storm and into somewhere warm before melone got sick or something.
Finally, the car sputtered and slowed before rolling to a stop. Ghiaccio noticed as soon as the car began to slow. He jammed his shoe into the gas pedal a few times to no avail as his engine died. He practically developed rabies on the spot, flying off the handle for a brief moment. "Motherfu- We're stuck in this hell hole car! we'll be snowed in! god damnit! Start you piece of shit!" he screeched, trying to start the car. Nothing.
Melone reached over and stopped him. "Ghiaccio, stop. The engine died. We're going to have to ride out the snow storm in this car." He said. Ghiaccio did not have a good perception of what was cold. But when melone touched him and he didnt feel any warmth, he absolutely did feel cold. An icy fear creeping up into his chest and making it feel heavy.
That made him madder. He shook his head. "Melone you're cold! i dont feel cold!" he reminded. Melone was briefly surprised by that fact. But he shook it off. He would never calm ghiaccio down if he let him keep trying to start the car. "I'll be ok, i promise. Climb into the back seat, we can share body heat for a little while." Melone said, getting unbuckled. He could feel his hands stiffening and his face burning from the cold. He shifted into the empty back seat, where there was a large jacket belonging to risotto. He put it over his shoulders, and held opened the other side for ghiaccio.
Ghiaccio never did understand how melone got to him so easily.. he shifted into the back seat, and calmed, tucking himself in to the jacket right next to melone.
Soft vore warning
He was actually not very warm to cuddle considering his stand's cold immunity. Melone tried to curl up in the jacket with him to stop the onset of hypothermia. But he found himself getting colder by the moment. Weakening as the car was bombarded with snow and wind.
Ghiaccio took notice once melone became too weak to sit up with him. He found himself hilding melone, who looked like he was starting to submit to hypothermia. Pale. Blue in the hands and ends of his face. Weakened. Disoriented.. he couldnt stop himself anymore. He shrank melone down and cupped him gently in his hands as the now small man lay weak and shivering.
Melone had whitnessed others do this, but never ghiaccio. It scared him a little, considering he had seen this as a method of punishment. He had never attempted it himself. But as he was brought close to ghiaccio's mout he could feel the other's warm breath and couldnt help but calm.
It wasnt untill melone was already in his mouth that he came to his senses. it was pretty much what was expected, warm, humid. He attempted to shift back but ghiaccio's mouth was already closed. And he was already becoming soaked with saliva. He wasnt all that botherd. He was used to gross stuff. What did worry him was that he was about to be eaten. He pressed a shivering hand to ghiaccio's palette in hopes of grabbing his attention. "C..come on, ghia.. you.. you wouldnt.. right?" he said, slight fear evedent in his tone.
Ghiaccio didnt want melone to be afraid, but he was running on instinct right now. Protect melone. Warm him up. So he immedeatley responded by tipping his head back and swallowing thickly. Melone began to panick slightly as half of his body was pulled into the tight throat. He couldnt grab anything, his hands were still stiff and he was too weak anyway. One more swallow and he was tugged into the larger male's throat. He felt stomething tracing his decent past the collar bone. Curse ghiaccio's tense body, he felt like he was being crushed. It knocked the wind out of him.
He could hear ghiaccio's heart racing as his crushing decent continued further. He couldnt struggle, nor really breathe. But soon enough he was dropped into a slightly more opened space. The noisy walls kneaded at him. Melone shoved at them gently, still a bit frightened. "Ghiaccio! please let me out!" he pleaded.
He continued to be quite nervous. This was new to him. he knew he was capable but never did it. He was very tense as he felt melone within him. He knew melone was scared he would hurt him. "Calm down. I wouldnt have done this if i didnt think it was safe.." he insisted in a grumpy tone, hus hands wrappwd around his middle.
Melone listened. He wanted to believe him. and judging from ghiaccio's heart rate, speech, tension, and his noisy stomach, he could easilly tell ghiaccio was feeling anxious. He very gently pressed at the wall. "..alright. i'll trust you.." he said. He couldnt help it. He was warm. It was freezing out there. He gently rubbed the wall with his hands a little to try to calm him from here.
Ghiaccio settled down as melone did. But when he was given such new and gentle affection, he practically melted. The walls relaxed, giving melone a more comfortable place to rest, and his anxious, noisy body quieted down. ghiaccio curled up in the jacket to rest on the seat. He knew melone would be safe and warm, and so would he. the two spent the rest of the night in the car, awiting out the snow storm as the windows caked with snow.
Nearly fell asleep writing this one in the early hours of the morning, but loved it! enjoy :)
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HFIL EPISODE 6 LESSGOOO🔥
Amazing fight scene✨A nice reminder that Cell’s prob the most skilled fighter in HFIL and could still kick everyone’s a$$
Star characters of the month? GOZ & MEZ! I love them and I have given them my love❤️ 💙 These MCM Counselors needs to be appreciated!
TFS try not to be sus every episode challenge, I swear I’ve seen the same thing with Super Kami Guru fuckin voring Ginyu in Berserk, that’s next level disturbing, man. And that’s how you traumatise a frog. Thank you for the content TFS, more pls. Also, bye2 Ginyu!Frog rest in RIP in the soul scrubber.
The Ginyu Force coming to terms for losing their real Captain (and accepting a new one) kinda hits me, fam. Guldo finally snapping and being assertive is gold, yes u go king, accept ur loss and knit back the group like a chad.
OKAY IM SCREAMING, SHAKING, SPINNING, VIBRATING, FOAMING at the mouth rn. DADDY’s HOME, Daddy D1LF Darling is visiting HFIL! He came back to check on his Pretty Pink Princess💖 and the OGRES HATE HIM COZ HE’S IN MANAGMENT LMAO. Yes, Cell is gonna drag Frieza thru the fujkin soil. Devilartemis is voicing King Cold for TFS?? I’m so proud of him🥺
EDIT: DILF CUP
‘Princess’ being the new ‘Bussy’? I can dig it! I’m just curious if King Cold would still spoil Frieza or he’s the only one who can discipline him?
A fun chat with @zaphiregz & @lilfriezatyrant resulted in this: We need this to happen next episode coz it is the funni. Discuss
I swear Cell needs to pull an Okuyasu on Frieza’s dad if he wants to climb the HFIL ranks. Have a JJBA reference to finish this post.
OH I know who’s gonna be Character of The Month next HFIL art post, King Cold’s gonna flood the next one coz I SIMP. Thank you bye2, till next time.👋
#dbz#dragon ball z#tfs#tfs hfil#hfil#frieza#dbz frieza#cell#perfect cell#dbz cell#king cold#dbz king cold#ginyu force#ginyu#jeice#burter#guldo#recoome#goz#mez#fanart#dragon ball z abridged#team four star#devilartemis#artists on tumblr#fricell#cellza#?
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A lone wanderer
So, this is my first fic on here, it features kars from jojo's bizarre adventure. (He has been kinda my obsession). Enjoy
Tw; fatal vore
You woke up in th middle of the forrest. It was the late afternoon an hour before the sun went down
there was no time to sit around , yoy had to escape from him.
While hiking through the forest
a strange giant man had captured you, taken you to some kind of workshop filled with strange stone faces. There he traped you in a bottle and placed it on a shelf.
You could not see what the man looked liked, as it was nightime, but what you could see were his glowing red eyes.
The man seemed to stay in his workshop durring the day and would leave in the evening only to return right before sunrise.
At one point durring the day while he was preoccupied with his work, you took your chance to escape. You pushed the bottle of the shelf, causing it to shatter in to pieces, freeing but injuring you. Fearing the man , you headed for the tiny opening in the wall with as much speed your injured body could muster.
Knowing he could not follow you outside you traveled as far into the forrest as possible before passing out.
The sun has gone down and you know he will come looking for you. Too tired to walk Any furher, you decides to rest .
However, as you begins to fall asleep ,the sound of footsteps can be heard nearby. As you tries to flee, a giant hand reached into her hiding place and grabed onto you.
There you were, face to face with your captor while he held you in his fist. For the the first time she could clearly see his face: his features were sharp, his eyelids seem to be colored purple, he wore some kind of headwrap around his head, only showing a small lock of his deep purple hair. The look in his intense red eyes was one of annoyance.
'There you are little one, your attempt at escaping was rather pathetic as you did not get that far, but nevertheless you still need to be punished' He spoke in a rich, deep voice.
'P-p-please s-sir, don't hurt me, I-i will do everything you want.
Kars stares at the trembeling human in his fist.
He had found you outside of a human settlement and decided to take you to his workshop to study later. When you pushed the bottle of the shelf to free herself, he let you go to see how far she would get.
He continued to stare at you with a expression you could not read. You did see his nostrills flare up.
He suddenly grinned and proceded to lick his lips.
'You smell quite appetizing little one'. Then he proceded to run his tongue over your body. You were now covered in his thick saliva.
Kars lifted you above his head, 'usually i would have absorbed you through my skin, but your taste is to sweet to pass on, plus i enjoy the sensation of prey struggling on their way to my stomach'.
He says with a purr and then opened his mouth wide.
You stare in horror at his teeth, not only were they inhumanly sharp, but he had second row of smaller teeth equally as sharp. He drops you, right past his teeth on to his tongue and the then quickly snaps his jaw shut.
You were coated completely in saliva as he rolled you around on his tongue. As you were being tossed around you tried to avoid the sharp teeth, but you failed and cut your leg on one of the smal ones on the second row.
Kars, satisfied with the taste of blood on his tongue, decided to send his snack down.
You quickly noticed his tongue pushing her towards the dark awaiting throat. Panicked you try to hold on to something but you are quickly overpowered
And sent down kars' esophagus with one powerful gulp.
His esophagus was tight, you almost could not breath as she was pushed down.
You were visible as a small bump in his throat before disappearing down his chest.
You eventualy landed inside his stomach. The walls are thick and covered in mucus, the air is humid and difficult to breath in and the sounds of gurgles and his heart beating are deafening.
The pillarman lets out a small sigh of relief as he feels the human arrive at his stomach.
He places a hand on his stomach, the human is still alive but not for long.
Meanwhile the liquid begins to pool around you almost comepletely submerging you. In desperation you begin to punch and claw at the stomach walls, to no avail.
After a while you got tired and the lack of oxygen causing you to lose conciousness.
By the time kars returns, the human was already digested. You were not very filling, but he enjoyed having wandering humans as a treat.
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Vulnerability
My first fic of this kind of stuff. Actually this is my first fic overall.
This was a struggle to finish, I’m also terrified that this would appear to the wrong audience 😭
This is self indulgent and putting my own spin to this with adding my oc: Jonas (villain/vigilante). Imagine his appearance however you want because I will not describe much
@anxiety-pocket this is for you pookie 😉/p
NSFW/KINK DNI
⚠️WARNING⚠️ pred!K/ira Y/oshikage, teasing observer!Oc + oc lore (because, villains 😍)
Soft vore, fatal vore (non-descriptive), dehumanization, fear (?), mention of minor character death, humor, comfort, tummy rubs + noises.
*OC Lore* (skip if you’d like)
Wandering in a small town sure gets boring once memorized every street, having an entire map ingrained in your mind. But the recent series of events that happened has been the highest entertainment for Jonas. The infamous Kira Yoshikage that has been murdering people —mostly women…— for fifteen years was almost caught. How exciting it was for Jonas, like he was watching an action movie.
Jonas also being a murderous stalker, but nothing much is known about him to figure out what his reasoning could be for his behavior, since he everts topics about himself in any way. Taking enjoyment in finding information down to any detail about a person that peaks his interest and obsesses over that said person —no romances of course.— Especially the surprisingly many killers in Morioh like they’re rare collectible cards. So obviously, Kira is on that list. Though his record’s of murders are unclear since stalking other killers for a long period of time has it’s benefits of copying them too, essentially adding more kill counts on them than him. The amount of blackmail he can find from one person is unbelievable, he’d be a great spy or detective if he wanted, but chose not to. He likes being in the background, pulling strings, wreaking havoc (occasionally), it’s his highest entertainment.
If anyone would pose a threat to him or his files on other people in any way —be it civilian or criminal — they’ll be rid of or framed as soon as he can. And some alternative ways.
Basically he does what he wants and takes the trait of an observer to the extreme. And what he wants to do now is pay Kira a visit! After a few sleepless nights and days of tracking him down all over again, Jonas already knows where he’s hiding.
“Was it fifteen years…? Yeah, I’m sure of it.” Jonas thought, reminding himself of all the information he knew of Kira while walking through an alleyway. “It’s been a while since I’ve bugged him. I’m considering getting him a ‘congratulations-you-didn’t-get-caught’ gift.” They’ve known each other for a while, though Jonas’ visits aren’t frequent, they're always fun.
To him at least, Kira definitely has a different opinion.
“Or just a gift as an apology, because I loosened one of the buttons on his attire on purpose. Who knew such small evidence could cause such a bad day for one man.” A smirk tugged on his lips. It’s a dick move, but hey, it was funny to him.
He’s not sure what kind of gift he could come up with, but if Jonas still can’t set his mind on something before he gets to Kira’s current new house, he’s not getting him anything at all. Does what he did make him feel bad at all? …Maybe? He’s not sure what to feel towards Kira that he got to know personally in the killers mid twenties. “Hmm… One day I might figure that out.” He shrugged.
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It was sudden, but he was pushed to one of the walls in the tight space of the alleyway by some stranger that snuck up on him. It happened faster than Jonas could react. And plus, how dare they interrupt his train of thought?
The supposed attacker got too close to his face, rummaging through his pockets, “ughhh… just some random mugger.” Jonas cringed as he pushed himself further onto the wall. He’s not phased by the fact he’s being robbed, simply uncomfortable and annoyed that the stranger is all up in his personal space. “I don’t have time for this…” he pushed away his feeling of discomfort once they reached for his backpack and kicked the stranger off himself. A swift wack to the head and they’re knocked out. “Psh, you must be pretty desperate to attack someone bigger than you.” He says to himself, not caring if the other wasn’t listening.
“Should I kill them? Nahhh, I don’t have the time to hide them or frame their death to someone else…” he’s now thinking out loud, “argh, and I still don't know what gift to -“ his eyes widened as an idea clicked.
A moment passed, and the now shrunken, knocked out pred is being held by Jonas with both hands underneath their arms, like a doll. “Oh, this is gonna be priceless.” He whispered as he carefully placed them in his small leather backpack, as to not wake them up because Jonas would love to save them a very rude awakening later.
He gets up from his crouching position and slings the backpack over his shoulders, continuing his walk with an upbeat skip to it. Jonas really hopes he still has time to stay over this late afternoon alone with Kira, when that woman and child are out doing whatever, he’s not bothered to care. Finding Kira again wasn’t difficult, but the amount of time of scheduling for this specific day to be ruined will surely piss him off.
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The doorbell's ringing is heard throughout the Kawajiri house, which made Kira become alerted immediately. Who was in his now bedroom, still learning to copy a deceased man’s handwriting. Who the hell could that be at a time like this?
He already knows that it can’t be the wife and child, the woman obviously had the keys with her. Was he already found out by those brats? Or that guy in a white coat that almost fucking killed him? Was his act so poor that the woman called the cops?
Kira peek’s through the peephole of the front door and… no one was there.
“So! A family guy now, huh?” Came from his left and he swore he felt his soul leave his body, swiftly turning to the person who said it. “It really doesn’t suit you in my opinion.”
It was Jonas, who somehow appeared lounging on the living room couch. Kira put both his hands on his face, sighing deeply to calm his nerves. “Whyyyyyy do you do this to me…” he’s clearly already annoyed. Jonas completely ignores this, “You took too long so I broke in through one of the windows.”
“Seven years… and you still somehow scare the shit out of me every time…” Kira groans, he’s already stressed enough with other stand users after his head and getting used to his new identity, now with his headaches again that comes and goes. —that is Jonas. —
“Awwww, you kept track of our years of ‘friendship’.” Jonas said, in an exaggerated sarcastic baby voice. “Also, black hair doesn’t look good on you either. Ever thought of bleaching it?” He flicks his hand towards Kira’s direction, the sass is unmatched in this guy. Kira scoffs, “Where are you going with this? Get to the point already so you’ll leave faster, I’m not in the mood for your antics.” He really hates that he’s being reminded that he’s constantly watched by someone like Jonas, who sighed and moved to lay on his side. “When are you ever in the mood.” Kira attempted to kill him a few times when first meeting him, but failed to do so every time. His agility and stamina is incredible to say the least. And able to jump from building to building like an acrobat, without needing to use his stand? Yeah he gave up after a few days. Though he was never able to see his stand, even when he attacked him, because Jonas claimed he didn’t think using his stand to defend himself against him was necessary. The way he felt disrespected by that…
Jonas sat up, and though not often showing much facial expression than just a constant tired smirk, his hands fidgeting shows that he’s a little nervous. “Well, it’s been a few days longer than usual in my schedule to check on you, also on my way here I got you a ‘congratulations-you-didn’t-get-caught’ gift.” He’s obviously not gonna admit he had something to do with Kira’s situation. Kira doesn’t seem to believe he’s being genuine, “I swear if it’s another one of your pranks-“ Jonas cuts him off, “no no no no nooooo, it really is a gift! I mean, I guess you could call them ‘your supper’.” He laughs a little, though Kira quirks a brow. “Them?”
“Don’t worry, I cleaned them thoroughly.” Jonas opened his backpack that was on his lap and a series of muffled cursing could be heard from the inside, which got Kira to inch closer.
Jonas lifted the little pred —now prey — by the back of their shirt collar, thrashing in his grip. “This little shit tried to do something funny, so I turned the tables on them.” He gives the prey a hard flick to the head with his other hand, earning a yelp from the little thing. Neither the pred nor the bigger observer acknowledged what they have to say, as if they’re nothing.
Kira looks visibly stiff by the sight of his ‘gift’. The prey is basically the size of his forearm, a foot long even. “Yeah… no thank you, I don’t think I can handle that.” He crosses his arms over his chest. “Oh come oooon now, don’t make this awkward.” Jonas pretends to be hurt, exaggerating it as well, getting up from the couch and holding the prey closer to Kira’s face. “I worked soooo hard getting this for you.”
Kira knows he’s pressuring him by using the key word ‘awkward’ because he actually feels awkward now, stupid Jonas using his social awkwardness against him. The smell of something similar to a meaty broth and a mixture of fear from the prey are filling his senses, but still keeping his composure to reject it by turning his nose up.
Of course, Jonas knows the exact words to get him to do what he wants. “Who knows what they wanted from me!” He leans closer, his smirk turning a bit more sinister. “They could be one of those that are after you, why else would they attack me and search my pockets specifically? I know I handled it myself, but now that I brought them here to you and stuff…” Jonas grimaces and sucks air between closed teeth, acting guilty. “I admit, that’s my fault. I could let them go and it would be over for your ‘quiet life’. And I’ll be damned if you use your stand. Either way, it’s such a waste for something I put some effort into for you to reject it.” Could this count as a threat? Well, as long as he gets what he wants. And Kira listened intently to every word, it’s true that the little trembling mess in front of him could put him at risk if Jonas were to let them free. Also fully knowing it’s futile to use Killer Queen or even Sheer heart attack to pry them from Jonas’ hands, putting him in a difficult position. He’s somehow both smart and a dumbass.
He exhaled in defeat. “You make a really good point, like always…” Kira grumbled, he’s right. Jonas is right and he hates it, every damn time. He reluctantly takes the prey by the scruff from Jonas’ gloved hands as the ridiculously tall observer pats on one of the cushions of the same couch he was lounging before, signaling him to sit there. Even more stupidly smug as hell, knowing he was right.
Kira scoffed but did as instructed. Still unsure if he’d be able to handle the size of the prey, he takes a few seconds to brace himself before giving them a lick across their face. What if their wonderful scent could be deceiving?
They were silent a moment before, but the action seemed to snap the prey out of their shocked state, becoming a sobbing mess and mumble unintelligible pleas that fell onto deaf ears.
The taste was proven wrong to Kira, a loud groan emitted from his core. He turns away from Jonas, as the observer is, well, observing him. Kneeling beside the arm of the couch with his arms propped up and leaning his head in his hands. Would’ve been easier for Kira if he wasn’t there because his face is already pretty flushed in embarrassment. Nevertheless, he’s now eager to go through with it.
Making sure the prey's arms are pinned tightly against their sides with both of his hands, he shoves their head into his awaited maw, the saltiness from their tears heightened the flavor. He pushes them a little further to the back of his mouth and attempts to swallow, but that doesn't manage to send the prey down at all. He tries again, harder this time, but they still wouldn’t budge.
Jonas came into view, chuckling. “Silly, you still have your tie on. Let me get that for you.” He pulls the tie loose then grabs the little legs that are wriggling outside of the pred’s mouth. “Let’s try that again, hm? Third time’s the charm.” And gave a small shove with the assist of Kira’s swallowing, the prey’s head is finally inside his throat. It was stretched a little too much for Kira’s liking, it felt uncomfortable but he’ll manage. It’s a bit humiliating to him that he needed help though, but it doesn’t matter as of now that he’s slipped into a trance, focusing on the preys struggling. “Oh he is absolutely out of it.” Jonas thought, continuing to watch as he was licking along the torso of his prey, tasting them more as saliva dripped down the corner of his lips before swallowing again.
It was much more effective than last time, and resulted in half of their legs and up getting pulled in. His stomach growled impatiently again for its meal. Jonas smiles and reaches to rub it a little, causing it to make more noises and encourage the dazed pred to swallow the prey once more. But it got difficult again, which Jonas noticed right away.
With one last push and swallow of what was left outside of Kira’s maw, the prey is now completely enveloped. He gave out a huff, feeling out of breath. He can still feel them squirming as they descend through his esophagus. And Jonas admires watching the lump in Kira’s neck disappear into his chest.
Continuing to admire the pred as the prey filled up his empty belly, causing it to grumble happily at its meal.
Kira hiccuped because the feeling of uncomfortable fullness was sudden to his stomach, and the prey’s squirms weren't helping. Neither is the tightness of his button up. Actually, he’s not feeling so good.
The satisfied gurgles turned into whines as the prey inside kept fighting against the poor cramped organ. A hard hit caused him to groan a little from the pain.
Jonas is just taking in the sight of Kira being in a vulnerable state, absolutely loving every second of it. “Awww, not feeling too well?” And of course, taking the opportunity to tease him. “The big bad cereal killer of Morioh can’t handle a little lively prey?” Jonas sits beside Kira, who’s already flustered by his teasing, glaring at him. However, Jonas ignored him again and wiped the drool from his chin with a thumb. “Do you need to be pampered?” Flustering Kira further, angry about it as well.
The observer's instinct to assist the pred couldn’t be helped. Being the bigger one, to care and protect the unwell pred also shifted in his mind. He unbuttons Kira’s shirt just around the stomach. Kira would complain, but he feels a lot better now that his distended belly gets more space. Jonas reaches to rub it again, but is interrupted. “Couldn’t you be bothered to take your gloves off..?” Kira half mumbled, a bit drowsy because of feeling so full.
“Sure, if that would make the feeling better. But if it’s because you’re curious about my hands again I will clock you.” Jonas sounded sarcastic, but something about it feels like it wasn’t, which got Kira nervously averting eye contact. Jonas sighs but hesitantly does so, and sets his gloves on the armrest of the couch.
This is now the second time he’s shown his slender scarred hands, that he dislikes, to the same person that likes hands a little too much, who described them to be very beautiful and ‘the scars add some handsome ruggedness’. He was definitely not concerned about his safety.
Jonas puts an arm around Kira, moving him to lean against his chest since he seems too drowsy to want to move. Kira wanted to protest this, he really does, but he feels so comfortable and safe he could sleep right then and there. Until Jonas wrapped his other arm around him to rub the still whining gut. Every coherent thought left his mind as he melted to the warmth from Jonas’ bigger hand kneading away any cramps, snuggling up more onto him.
Jonas just happy to be of assistance, idly listening to the content burbling from the belly. Then another sound reached his ears, “Are you… purring?” He wasn’t given a response as there are no thoughts going on in Kira’s mind currently. Well it proved his theory that his stand, Killer Queen, makes both it and Kira equivalent to a cat. He is so not letting go of this fact.
He can feel Kira’s stomach soften a bit under his hand and the prey suddenly stopped fussing in there, so he gives a push into it that makes an audible slosh before surprising Kira by making him release a sudden burp. Embarrassed, he whispered a quiet ‘I hate you’. Jonas softly chuckled and whispered a mocking ‘no you don’t’ back.
Other than that, both are huddled together in comfortable silence. — besides Kira’s purring— The pred soon drifted off to sleep in Jonas’ embrace who can’t help but smirk that he has the notorious killer in Morioh wrapped around his finger, or in this case, his arms at the moment. They rarely show vulnerability and relax together, but the rarity is what makes their partnership special. — even if Kira would never admit it—
“I really should leave any minute now” Jonas looks down at the shorter man peacefully sleeping, still purring and snuggled up on his chest. He ran a hand through Kira’s hair, smiling fondly. “A minute longer couldn’t hurt, he definitely needed this.” He’s absolutely spoiling him.
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