#tw vore mention (brief) | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

depravitycentral · 10 months

Note

what would be a yandere like feitan's reaction to his darling squirting the first time they finally are intimate?

Tw: squirting, virgin Feitan, no protection, implications of stalking, Feitan is insecure, Stockholm Syndrome, you're very sexually pent up and the months of being stuck with Feitan and only Feitan has really affected you, one extremely brief mention of vore, Feitan walks in on Nobunaga jerkin' it, fem reader

Listen, I know this is wistful daydreaming, but if we're being honest here, this would never happen. Feitan is a stone cold virgin; the kind that's never even willingly watched porn - or, at least, any porn not featuring a grotesque amount of vore, questionable consent, and moans so high pitched and frequent that it might actually be screaming. That, coupled with the fact that he's so awkward and nervous around you - especially in the context of sex - results in, frankly, less than mediocre sex. At least, the first time.

But it's fun to fantasize, so let's discuss!

Feitan knows what squirting is - loosely. He's heard about it before, sure, and accidentally walked in on Nobunaga doing something that really, really should've prompted him to wear headphones and lock the door. He's aware of what it is, but it's a combination of surprise, confusion, and a sudden and suffocating wave of arousal when it actually happens that leaves him with wide eyes and his lips slightly parted - the closest thing to shock you'll ever see on him.

There's surprise, because Feitan had been so hesitant the whole time he was touching you. He'd bent you over and practically shoved your face into the mattress, too busy staring at the curve of your ass and your pussy to really notice the telltale signs of his nerves. He wanted to seem confident, dominant, knowledgeable, but there's this ever so slight tremble in his fingers as he runs them up and down your sides, this hesitation in his hips when he's fucking into you, this sense of anxiety surrounding him because he really, really needs you to like this as much as he does. And the first time you come - because it takes much, much more than once to squirt - Feitan's honestly shocked.

He's heard how difficult it is to make women orgasm (mostly from Phinks and Nobunaga who, frankly, aren't particularly reliable sources of information), and the fact that he'd managed to do it with just his fingers, some eye contact, and a few careful, purposeful rubs at your clit has him feeling equal parts amazed and proud, because he did that. All those months of stalking you, watching you touch yourself and analyzing the speed and positioning of the toys you used has truly paid off. He's boastful, and it helps boost his confidence just a bit and lessen the tension in his shoulders.

Because now, he doesn't have to worry about making sure you like this. You came, so you'll want to do this again - and now, he can come without feeling pathetic because he's only just moved on from fingering to fucking, and it's been about a minute but he's already ready to burst.

But then you come again, and Feitan freezes up again.

This isn't supposed to happen. He's suspicious, now - there's no denying that your muscles spasmed around him, you cunt fluttering and sucking him in, and your cries and the way you trembled and writhed are certainly convincing. But how did you reach your high for a second time? He was just fucking you; quick, rabbit-like thrusts while he half-heartedly rubbed at your clit, and surely that's not enough, right? He starts to wonder if you're faking it - maybe you're a really good actress, and maybe he shouldn't feel so confident that he was actually able to do it and make you feel good.

He's hesitant to keep going, but he'll be damned if he doesn't finally get to come inside you, so his hips start moving again.

But then you come for a third time, and Feitan decides that you must be making fun of him. There's no fucking way he's making you feel this good - his insecurities (things that've been buried for a very long time, and things that he tries not to think about) come rushing to the surface and he crawls back to that closed off, distant persona, effectively rebuilding any sort of barriers that he's managed to break down between you for the last few months of your captivity.

He's literally pulling out, his expression turning sour (though his cheeks are bright pink from exertion, pleasure, and embarrassment), shame creeping up his spine along with anger because god, is he really so bad at this that you have to pretend to such an extreme degree?

But then you're reaching out behind you, your sweaty hand wrapping around his wrist, your voice strained and breathy as you look back at him and say no, please, give me more, please Feitan! And it's difficult, really, for him to decide what to do - on the one hand, he won't stand for having you humiliate him like this. He's a fully grown man, your captor, an internationally feared criminal, and the one indisputably in charge. But on the other hand, you're begging for him, asking him to stay inside you and keep making you feel good, and he's never seen you look at him with such yearning, such honesty, such need.

He'll scoff under his breath (though there's no malice) and settle back into you, his hips rutting noticeably faster, balls clapping against your clit over and over again, his eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure begins mounting fast, almost too fast.

He wants to hold off, to prolong this feeling - this warmth, this soft, fluttering feeling in his chest because you want him, but you just feel too good, the friction and warmth of your walls making it impossible for him to hold off any longer.

Except, right as he nears the edge, his eyes going wide then fluttering closed again, his lips catching between his teeth and his breath getting heavy and harsh and labored, he feels it.

It's wet, it's warm, and it's foreign. It's like something is spraying him, right on his balls, dripping down his thighs and leaving him sticky. Immediately he jerks back, cock slipping out of you, concern and discomfort making him stare wildly down at your shaking hips and ass, only to freeze.

There's this clear liquid gushing from you, landing on him while you tremble and shake and - he's now realizing - you're practically screaming his name. Your voice is strained and your face is pressed into the mattress, your arms having gone limp as you babble and cry out. He can't move, even as it peters out, your whimpers getting quieter while your shaking stays.

You squirted.

You just fucking squirted.

Because of him, and the pleasure he was giving you.

That's not something you can fake. He doesn't care how good of an actor you are - that was real. That was for him. He was making you feel good enough that you'd just done something he was mostly convinced was only possible in porn - all because of how good he was making you feel.

You can't see him, but suddenly you feel him - his cock is in you, hips moving so fast you can only gasp and let out something between a yelp and a gasp. He's fucking into you so fast that it's leaving you dizzy and disoriented, the aftershocks of the pleasure making your fingers and legs feel numb. You're shaking again, a constant stream of cries falling from your lips, but he doesn't relent.

How can he? You - the woman he thinks he's in love with, the woman he's spent literal months fantasizing about and thinking of every waking moment - and your body just showed him exactly how he affects you. You just showed him how badly your body craves him, how he makes you feel, how much you need him.

And as his orgasm descends upon him, his hips moving at an animalistic pace, uneven and stuttering, the sensation of warm cum flooding you only heightens the sensitivity running through your system, your brain feeling like mush and your muscles limp.

And Feitan, as the pleasure fades and the liquid coating his thighs starts to dry, can only heave, his chest rising and falling quickly. He's still staring down at you, dark eyes studying the curve of your back, your pretty ass, the way your hair is messy now from being rubbed up against the pillow your cheek is smooshed up against.

You're pretty, he thinks, in a way he hasn't really thought of before. Of course he's attracted to you - it's something he's tried to deny for months and has only recently really fully accepted - but something's different now. You're different.

You're different because you want him now. You showed him that, even - just how badly you crave him, just how much his touch affects you. It makes him giddy, this boyish, weird pride and warmth swelling in his chest, and it has Feitan rushing to the bathroom, wetting a rag (the rag is stained pink from previous hand washings, the blood mostly having been removed but the color remaining) and returning with quick footsteps, too fast to be considered normal.

He pauses for a moment and simply stares - you're still out of it, ass perched up in the air and face buried into the modest pillow, your legs still shaking, and he can see the remnants of both you and him. He can see his cum leaking from your quivering little hole, white standing out against your skin and a glisten coating the inside of your thighs from your little show. It makes him swallow, the wet rag in his hand feeling refreshingly cold against his body - his body that's growing much, much too hot.

The sight might just be enough to get him slotting himself inside you again, really working at your clit and maybe even pinching your nipple, his lips at your ear and voice husky, dark, strained as he tells you do that again, we won't stop until you do it again.

In short, although he's initially skeptical, Feitan really, really likes it. It gives him the vailidation he's craving, because it means that he was successfully able to get you feeling good, and this means you'll probably be eager to strip down and spread your legs for him again. And just that thought alone makes him jittery, his fingers tapping against his palms and his weight shifting from one leg to the other because god, it felt so good to be inside you.

It makes him feel proud and more comfortable around you, to the point where it's frankly a massive positive boost in your relationship. He's a little less nervous and jumpy around you, and he'll get more confident with touching you in general - whether that's sexual, intimate touches, or even just interlocking your fingers or idly resting his hand on your thigh.

It's a step in the right direction, surely - but be warned, once it happens, Feitan is expecting it to happen again. Every time. No exceptions.

And you - who'd really only even managed to squirt because it's been months since you've been touched in any way by another human being, and the Stockholm Syndrome has kicked in now and almost makes you like him - will have to deal with an insatiable Feitan.

Good job, you've created a monster.

#_lee discusses #_feitan portor #_hxh #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere hxh #yandere feitan

375 notes · View notes

da3dm · 1 year

Text

Mer AU 1.1

Here’s the mer au!! I switched perspectives towards the end and I hope everyone enjoys it!

Some people who wanted to read this! @beckyu and @brick-a-doodle-do !

TW: Fear, Dehumanization (calling someone ‘it’), vore mention, mouthplay, intentional to unintentional fearplay, fear of dying, fear of being eaten

Word Count: 6.7k

Veiled Curiosity 1

A flash of emerald green scales darted through the reeds at the base of the reef, zipping around to collect whatever interesting shells he could find. The rather bubbly merfolk flitted about curiously, enjoying this brief adventure away from the other merfolk. He’d always found that place so…crowded. It was fun to make new friends, don’t get him wrong, but it could get overwhelming. Somewhat boring, too. Honestly, they wouldn’t like that he was away from them, out in the open gathering items the others thought were useless. He’d be told things about the shells and rocks not being necessary to his survival. Did he care? Nope.

What he so loved about these things was their individual uniqueness. Not a single one was the same, just like how every mer had a different tail and coloration. He couldn't possibly get over it, and so what if it filled his home with useless items? It was always so much more beautiful than leaving it blank, so much less lonely. Of course it always made him receive the strangest looks, bringing back a bag full of stones and shells, but it kept him out of trouble. Thinking back, the only reason they didn’t use more force in stopping him was that he used to prank everyone as a child and only stopped when he started collecting these things.

Today there didn’t seem to be many new ones in this reef though, which was quite disappointing. Usually the changing tides and storms would move the sand and bother the animals enough to bring some out, but he couldn't find very much. Not all too pleased, he swam more to the top and to the side of the reef, skirting the edge before finding a good piece of coral that let him hang his bag. He smiled and left it there, then turned to head down, sparing only a single glance at the trench nearby. It was somewhat of a threat, but he didn’t see any glow and he had no intention of going too close.

Rather, he simply swam to the sand and used his tail to brush at it, hoping to maybe unbury any cool new shells or pebbles. He’d learned this trick for hunting with small sea creatures, but he never really used it for that. Sure, every now and then, but never anything all that important. The action of this however, didn’t quite get a reaction he wanted. A ton of silvery fish darted out of the sand, their swarming spinning him, then dove into the trench along with several items he’d been looking for. He gave a whine and reached a hand out but didn’t dare actually approach that darkness.

That was the world of the leviathans, and despite being curious and explorative, even he knew better than to swim right into certain death. With a pout he instead settled down on the sand, sitting as he used his hands to now lazily search. He was quiet for a while, every now and then finding his eyes trailing back towards the trench. It was a tug of curiosity, urging him to investigate, but…if he went down there, too many things would go wrong. If he was attacked no-one would help him, and even if he came back fine they would never accept something so risky. What if he led a leviathan to them all?

He noisily sighed with his lips making a fun bubbly sound before he let himself fall sideways. His bright green eyes traced the edges of what might as well be called a death trap while he went limp on the sand, only the water currents moving him around. The sand shifted around him as it made his fins sway and he watched it, but was easily growing bored. He frowned and closed his eyes to get at least a little bit of rest. His pod had only just come back from the trip to warmer waters and he hadn’t gotten much rest. Most of it was his fault for swimming all over the place, but hey, he had fun.

Not much time had passed but he must have fallen asleep, because it seemed not even seconds had gone by before something heavy slammed into his head. He gasped in both pain and surprise, his hands going to clutch his head with a groan as he curled up, laughter serving as the background to this agony. Them?? Again??? What was so amusing about throwing rocks at someone?! It was his own bag, sure, but they full well knew what was inside it! He grit his teeth and took a deep breath before he pushed himself up slowly, only sparing a glance at his bag and its now scattered contents.

Putting on a mask of a smile, he looked at them while rubbing where it hit him and acting like it was the joke they thought it was. “O-oh hey! What are you guys doing out here…?” He didn’t really like acting so weak but at the same time, he didn’t want to cause more trouble. In the first place…there were three of them and one of him. Mainly only two really harassed him, but the third was almost more irritating with how they hid in the background smirking all the time. Honestly, he really didn’t hate a lot of things, but these three were an extreme exception. It was hard not to.

The one that always overtook the others so loudly, boldly approached him with crossed arms and an irritating smirk he wanted to slap right off their face. “I should be asking you that, Varazae.” He tensed just slightly at his entire name being used with that tone…especially since he preferred Vara. Just when you thought you couldn't hate someone more than you already did… “You're not supposed to be out by the trench. You reek, it'll bring all those predators right to us.” For someone supposedly worried about dangerous predators, the guy really didn’t seem all that bothered being close to the hole himself.

Vara eyed them but kept up that behavior anyway, wanting to just be released and allowed to slip by them all. “Oh, of course! I should've known better. I apologize.” He didn’t really like saying that either, but it wasn’t wrong. The creatures in there probably could smell him just hanging out up here like some sort of fancy treat offering itself up for dinner. Except when he moved to grab his bag, scooping everything back inside, a hand darted out and snagged the incredibly precious bag from him. Well that immediately got an honest response out of him and he jolted, reaching for that bag. His parents made that!

He received mocking laughter and froze, a pit forming in his stomach over what he’d just done. What would they do now? He’d just given them the exact response they wanted! The bigger mer twirled the bag haphazardly before taking a look inside, face twisting with disgust. “Geeeez, you really do only gather useless junk! And what’s with this bag?? It’s freaking ancient!” He shut the bag, tying it shut tightly, then hoisted it above his head. “Thought you might've at least had something extra in here…oh well, trash goes into the trash dump!” Another thing he hated were the nonsense insults, but he was distracted by something else.

The mer pulled that arm back, grew tense, then chucked it towards the trench. Vara didn't hesitate to shove himself away from the sand and swim after it, his arms outstretched to catch it…and he missed. Horror filled his every inch as he witnessed the most valuable thing in his life, sink into the trench. Obviously, he should leave it and live. Clearly. He dove. Speeding downwards to the tune of their laughter and taunts, he began to curse his horribly weak body, already feeling all kinds of aches. The only silver lining was seeing the strap just barely get caught on a shelf jutting out from the trench wall.

He beamed with relief and went right towards it…until a giant squid pushed itself out of one of the many gaps and tried to grab him. He tried to dodge, unable to retreat at first until he was then backpedaling. Even so, he kept one eye on his bag, searching for an opening, any opening, to get it…and the squid dislodged it from the wall. He cried out wordlessly as it sped into the darkness, but he couldn't chase after it anymore. Instead, he had to refocus on getting out of there! The tentacles were reaching for him and he was already struggling, so he hurriedly just grabbed one and proceeded to bite as hard as possible.

His teeth, sharp like every other merfolk’s, sunk into the soft flesh easily and the creature spasmed in pain momentarily, providing just barely enough time to race right back out of the trench. Of course those guys were still laughing, but he just bit his lip and soared out of the trench, rushing right past all of them. He’d made it mad and was being followed…wasn't hard to guess that much when he heard screams of fear but not pain even as he was passing the reef. Maybe biting it wasn't his best decision? Well he didn’t want to be eaten! Still, it seemed an awful lot like he was leading it to the rest.

When that occurred to him he sucked in a sharp breath and his brows furrowed in concentration. If he fled to the pod…he’d be in trouble. They’d punish him! He glanced back only to see the squid trying way too hard to chase him and regretted looking. Paling, he opted for trying to fit through small gaps, using his extra small body to his advantage and hiding every chance he got among the coral. Of course, he got cut and even zapped a few times, but like usual it was only light sensations and not enough to stop either side of the chase. This wasn’t improving his situation.

In the end, more afraid of being torn apart for a meal, he took some more narrow trips to get close to the pod but not enough to put them in danger. Now he inhaled deeply and shouted, “Help! A squid left the trench!” He needed the guards to help him! It was only desperation that was keeping him going as his breathing steadily became a harsh wheeze and he got slower. He’d always had a weak body, but now he was genuinely despising it for the first time in his life. No wonder they were always so mad at him for not trying to strengthen it! All of that wasn’t even the worst part of this considering the thing made no sound.

By either pure luck or worst nightmare, the guards intervened. They had spears and utilized the special mer magic they'd been training for years, one of them catching Vara tightly. He knew they were mad from the grip alone, but he could help but to turn and watch the fight, feeling a pang of sympathy for the creature as it got hurt. And yet when it escaped alive, he was disappointed. It had taken his bag! He could've gotten it back if that thing didn’t show up! Both his heart and mind were screaming even while he could hardly keep himself up, grief the only thought dominating his head.

The last connection to his parents. His parents who disappeared and no-one would say where. The only two people that hadn’t hated him for just being himself…and he’d lost it today. Never in his life did he think those guys would go as far as to throw something of his into the trench of all things, but…lesson learned. On that note, when he caught sight of those three perfectly unharmed, his blood immediately boiled. It was them. It was their fault. Tossing aside all fear of punishment, he lurched forward despite the iron grip on his arm, snarling and hissing as he swiped at them the moment they came close.

Everyone there was shocked by the usual docile mer trying to attack someone, but not so much as when he spat, “YOU! It was YOU! YOU did this! That was MINE! You KNEW that was mine! Give it BACK! I NEED it! I HATE you!” Vara wasn't the type to explode on anyone. Yeah he’d play tricks, but he wouldn't outright declare his hatred for someone and threaten their life so vehemently. This was the only time Vara wished he hadn't dulled his claws, desperately wanting to tear them apart…but mainly the one who actually did the deed. He was never going to forgive losing that bag.

The guard holding him eventually yanked him back and retrained his arms behind his back even as he writhed, growling with his now bloodied teeth bared on full display. “Varazae, what actually happened?” They sounded concerned, but he knew they'd ask the others the same thing and go by majority. It wouldn't matter to them that he’d lost something like that.

Even so…he hissed out, “He threw my parent’s bag into the trench! And the squid attacked me because of it!” There was still that desperate, shining hope that maybe…maybe they would give him his bag back? Surely, the guards could venture down after it and—

A sigh interrupted his thoughts. “I’m sorry Varazae, you need to let it go.” The guard looked at the other three, everyone there remaining way too calm for his liking. “And you three will be explaining why you thought that was a good idea. Now let’s go, none of us have finished settling back into the area, we need all the help we can get.” He felt empty. When the guard let go of him, he just stayed there, his tail hardly twitching enough to keep him there before he sank. He knew it. Material possessions were always seen as useless and something to abandon…clearly nobody would help the misfit get one back.

Everyone else just left him there, at this point used to not trying to force him to participate in working. He should just be grateful they feed him, really. And protect him. But if they really wanted to protect him, they would have gone into that trench for his bag…because now he was broken. His shaking hands rose to his chest, fingers interlacing as he bit back tears bitterly. Vara’s mind was a maelstrom of emotions, with absolutely none of them going in the same direction and dangerous thoughts building up. Something so simple shouldn’t have caused so much damage to him, but it had.

He squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip, his entire body being wracked with grief and real rage. Except…he didn’t just remain there. After a time, he pushed himself back off the sand and made his way to his personal shelter. When he swam inside, it…looked exactly how he left it, but with more sand scattered about and some of his shells broken or missing. Usually he’d feel relieved by the sight and rush to relax on his bed while dusting off shells with his tail, but right now? He just felt so painfully empty. It wasn’t fair, they knew it wasn't too, but it didn’t matter. An item like that had no real survival value, and so it was to be abandoned.

く⁠コ⁠:⁠彡

It wasn’t even an hour later and he was at the trench, hands clenched and gaze sharp as he glared at the darkness. He was shaking. This was the place always made to be the most hostile of them all, why wouldn't he be? The only thing keeping him here, at the edge of doom, was his own despair. He didn't really have anyone important to him in the pod or the kingdom, no-one ever bothered to get to know him, and he would rather be somewhere else than trying to blend in with all their strange rules. So honestly? What did he have to lose after that one precious item being ripped from him?

Truthfully, he was on the verge of backing out when he heard something weird down there, but a water current pushed him forward until he wasn't over sand anymore, but a seemingly bottomless pit. This made him quite tense, but he merely took a deep breath and went for it, diving towards certain death for an inanimate object. No wonder the other merfolk thought he had problems. Still, he kept going, keeping his arms tucked in close while venturing into the darkness. It was hard not to outright flee back to the relative safety of the reef, considering this only looked like a death pit to him, but backing out now would be even worse.

The way down was slow and risky, with him keeping distance from the space that squid had appeared from earlier but sticking somewhat close to the wall. He didn’t need to add getting turned around to his list of problems. It was easier said than done as everything began to fade out, his own coloring slowly turning dull as the light that was supposed to be above him slowly vanished. This was…creepy. It matched the stories of the trench, of how it would drain all color and light from the world to trap you within its depths. He tried not to dwell on that too much though as it started to spook him.

Still…how was he supposed to find his bag in this darkness? He had to be getting deep enough to be at risk of meeting an adult leviathan at this point, right? Not the best thing to think of, but was his entire mission doomed from the start? His thoughts were spiraling only to be thrown out in an instant when the water shifted, pressure from something massive pushing him around roughly. He bit back a yelp, hands flying to his mouth to keep himself silent as he scanned the area desperately. Something was nearby! He had no clue what, but this wasn't the sort of movement he’d ever felt before, even with that squid earlier.

The water became displaced again, almost seeming to spin him as another motion took place underneath him. A dreaded thought entered his mind—he was being circled. Whatever this creature was had already found him. A shiver ran down his spine, but so much as when a deep growl vibrated through the entire area, shaking his entire body with the force. It was too hard to place the direction it came from, making his heart race as his breathing became short and shallow, tail flitting from side to side as he made attempts to flee only for the water itself to push him away.

Then a white glow lit up the area. It was a dim pulse at first, only to come back again and remain solidified. Before him were towering fingers tipped with claws that could skewer him without a second thought. They curled in towards him as he spun around…only to come face to face with a leviathan. He could have sworn his heart stopped for a moment, one of his hands raising to his chest defensively as he tried to back away. His try at leaving was stopped in an instant when he bumped into those fingers. Vara jolted away from the touch, his eyes instead locking with the ones far above him.

Nothing happening for so long might have made Vara question if he was actually in danger, but the massive creature had such an intense and unsettling gaze that he couldn't imagine it ever being kind. Then the fingers behind him flexed before attempting to close in on him, drawing a gasp out of Vara as he bolted upwards. Somehow this made it even worse, as he was brought to eye level with the constant angry glare…and a snarl that bared the sharp teeth leviathans shared with merfolk. He couldn't tell if that look was more frustration, anger, or hunger, but he wanted none of them.

He started to swim backwards at the same time it moved, rushing towards him with their jaws opening wide. Vara yelped, scrambling to avoid being eaten and assisted by the water displacement this time. He gasped a few times as he felt a rush of adrenaline, head spinning to try and find the giant, who kept turning their glow off. It was both frustrating and terrifying to be toyed with this way, treated as if this was some kind of sick game only meant to draw out the most fear possible. If he wasn't so panicked, he might have even gotten mad over it. But again, he felt the water move before ever seeing the danger.

A smaller glow lit up above him in a red color, and another one, a greenish tone, came from beneath. The white glow of his original pursuer pulsed again, almost like sending a message without words, and the other glows left. He didn’t exactly want to study that, but their scales lighting up made his head snap to it before he could even think it through. This also revealed another thing—there were more leviathans. This wasn't the only one hunting him but it looked like it was currently the biggest. Should he be comforted that it was claiming him from the others, or more scared?

He wasn't given much time before he saw the light pulsing once more, but coming from beneath him. The fang lined mouth was wide open underneath him as it gave another charge. Vara couldn't find a good way to escape the threat, the bright golden eyes narrowing as it got closer. But as if by magic the leviathan was slightly off and the water tugged him down, sliding right past the face as the eyes kept tracking him. He tumbled down its back haphazardly, trying to find purchase or at least remove himself from the current the large body created. With them going this fast, he was much too close.

But the leviathan changed directions, diving down with the glow only dimming rather than shutting off completely, and…he saw it. His bag! On one of the many spikes lining this massive creature, his bag had gotten solidly hooked, almost like it had been tied there. He would have celebrated, but now there was a fully different problem. Vara needed to leave and let it have his bag, or…risk trying to take it while avoiding being eaten. The decision seemed to have been made for him when it tried to come from under him again, using too much speed just like before. As much as he wanted it to shove him out of the trench…it was only tugging him down further.

Except this time when he went down, he tried desperately to take his bag back…but it was on the side fine, creating a battle against the currents he just couldn't win. He was too small, his body too weak. He began to curl up into himself, slowly just wanting to get out of this without being tossed around so painfully, for the leviathan to stop pushing him deeper. All of that was fine and dandy until it seemed to get the same idea and came charging down from above. Vara yelped again and tried to dodge the pull of the water, but his body was sore and definitely going to bruise…if he survived, that is.

The problem this time? The angle did pull him towards the surface, but it also yanked him directly into that massive mouth once combined with his struggling. He fought back a scream, his arms spreading wide in hopes of becoming too inconvenient to eat as the currents shoved him all the way back where he slammed into the throat. The leviathan made a choked sound, their mouth snapping shut and sealing him inside. Not too long after, Vara found himself being slammed against a hard surface by something much softer. The force made his vision swim, close to blacking out if this continued.

Whatever was pushing him—the tongue, he realized with a jolt—released him for a second only to shove him somewhere else. In this darkness he couldn't even tell where he was…until his hands slipped over an eerily smooth surface that his mind immediately registered as teeth. A chill went through him as he was fully pinned against it, only able to think that he was going to be bitten—torn apart while alive and turned into nothing but a snack—then it shoved him a bit harshly again. It hurt—every interaction with the levithan had only hurt so far and that was all he could focus on even when the pressure lightened.

Then a new development took place, a glow starting in the back of the mouth, from the throat, to illuminate the space he was in. He felt his heart skip a beat at being shown such a thing, eyes skipping all over the place. The glow was both comforting, as he could see what it was doing, and yet made it even worse. At the very least, it showed him that he was being pinned to the side of its mouth, the dangerous throat to his right while the deadly teeth were pressed against his back and his other side. Just lovely. Nothing like being trapped in the same place food went. At least the space was still full of water.

Although…with nothing happening for this long, he began to wonder what it was doing. He could feel the giant moving, but had no clue why he was still alive. What, did it not like his taste? He probably did taste more sandy, but he doubted that was a reason. The dark colored tongue then suddenly moved some, the apparently partially forked end wrapping around him and removing him from being along the side. He stiffened some and struggled just a bit, but he didn’t have any high hopes of being able to fight his way out of this. That didn't stop him from squirming when the muscle, somehow still slick in the water, started moving all over him.

He whimpered slightly and tried to push it away from him, this almost searching action making him feel way too much like he was being tasted of all things. It was unsettling him all over again, but he really didn’t have enough strength to even try to resist, and he was all too aware of this. His situation was made worse when the leviathan suddenly hummed, the tone unusual and borderline sounding like a wordless question, but his head was too busy spinning from being too close to the loud noise. They didn’t control their volume at all! The fact a thoughtless hum hurt him brought on another quiver.

This carried on and he failed to notice the pressure changes before the mouth cracked open. Fresh seawater and light flooded around Vara along with it, both trying to shove him deeper inside and pull him out. In the end the latter won as the tongue pushed him out a bit roughly, sending him tumbling through the water with his arms flailing weakly. He was started by this action and glanced around, but he was so drained that his movements were way too slow. His body felt heavier than it should and the world wouldn't even stop spinning…he should be happy he was out, but he hardly felt awake.

The leviathan seemed to have the same sort of thought, the hands raising back up underneath Vara. The mer stared down at those hands before simply closing his eyes. So it was done toying with him? Did it just want to better see what he looked like when torn apart by using sunlight? He just gave up and kept his eyes closed, going limp even as he came into contact with the huge hands. Except…he could have sworn he felt the limb jolt under him. He could feel the hands moving but didn’t register any pain. This brought him to slowly open his eyes just to make sure, and found something strange.

In this light, the giant didn’t seem near as terrifying. The gaze was still just as intense, as if studying every last motion down to a strand of hair, but he could properly see the face without the shadows. Was it possible he could see concern? No, that wasn't right. It had tried to eat him. He couldn't have been released so simply, it wasn't possible. This leviathan must be planning something…right? He flinched when it opened its mouth, expecting to be shoved inside and finally slain, but instead words flowed out smoothly, “Are you dying?” It took him aback. There wasn't any worry in the tone at all, more bored, but the eyes had changed slightly.

Vara quivered, debating whether or not he should answer before it became too overwhelming and he just curled up tightly, his tail wrapping around his as his arms covered his head. It was still speaking too loud. It could still dominate him with a single finger…it didn’t even sound concerned with that question. Was it possible the thing just wanted something to mess with and he might get out alive? Or was this simply another part of the game? It must have started to become impatient, as a huff came from above him and the hands around him began to move.

“Fine, don't talk.” Vara almost screamed when the hands cupped around him next, expecting to be crushed or impaled…but instead found himself being half tossed away from the trench and towards the reef he’d started all of this from. He tumbled through the water yet again, trying to right himself but too dizzy and crashing into the coral instead. As he sunk, he gazed weakly at the leviathan to find it was out of the trench from the shoulders and up, those harsh eyes still on him. “...stay out of the trench.” The sound made him flinch again. “Something that isn't even a snack should know better.” The tone was still…so strange.

He was silent, but the leviathan took their anger with them as they turned and headed straight back down into the darkness, leaving Vara stunned, in pain, and alone. His mind raced. Did he seriously just survive that? It brought him back out of the trench? Why?? It made no sense! Even if he wasn’t enough to be a snack, like it had so rudely pointed out, even merfolk would eat the tiny crabs and fish the size of their fingers! He almost felt insulted, but…he was mostly unharmed and it hadn’t actually done anything to him. Did the leviathan…? He froze, a different thought interrupting him as he remembered something important. That JERK took his bag!

く⁠コ⁠:⁠彡

This day chose to be very strange. He was just minding his own business in the dark, trying to avoid the two young ones that had been following him lately, when something chose to smack his face. Usually he would have just let it keep sinking, but a flash of color from inside of it caught his attention, bringing him to gently reach up and catch it in his far too big hand. Well, this was strange. He’d never seen something like this before. It held what looked like miniscule seashells and rocks, but unless he risked breaking or losing it, he wouldn't know for sure. Did a mer lose this?

He was curious, swimming a bit higher in the trench that day…but he didn’t get all too far before several near accidents with the tiny item occurred. Giving a heavy sigh, he opted for very carefully tying it to one of his spikes, hoping it would stay there. He might have stored it if he wasn’t worried about accidentally eating the thing without noticing. Still, he continued upwards, spending just a little bit of time in thought. He’d been told of merfolk before…that they were fish with hair and hands. Honestly the description didn’t make a lot of sense, but he couldn't remember if he’d seen one when young.

Another factor…was everyone always told him they tasted really good. That when you see one, keep your lights off and eat it before it can bit back. Apparently, the tiny creatures were supposed to have some sort of power and would fight back. Honestly, it only reminded him of all these irritating squids. The creatures made him wish he’d stayed in colder waters, missing the orcas and occasional penguin if he left the trench…but down there, there weren't really any mer. All these other leviathans kept insisting he travel and find some, and so he’d left…but only to shut them up. He didn’t want to hunt a mer, and he wasn’t going back…he just wasn’t interested.

His thoughts were disturbed when he realized that there was a strange motion in the water, heading his direction. When glancing towards it tiredly, it was for his eyes to lock onto what must have once been a bright green tail. At first he was just going to leave it alone, wondering if it was a young leviathan…but it stopped swimming and started looking around way too strangely. It drew his interest. He quietly changed directions, slowly building up to be circling around the smaller, curious about them not seeing him at all. All leviathans could see nearly just just down here…so what was this about? He gave a quiet growl to question, but only got panic.

He got closer, even bringing his hands up under the small creature to find that even then, he went unseen. Now mildly concerned along with being curious, he made his lights pulse, trying to silently ask a question…but he got fear in response and no glow. Only when he watched how they reacted to his hands, and then turned around, did it fully register what this was. He’d just found a mer. No, that couldn't be right. He knew he was frowning and was probably looking like a threat, but he didn’t necessarily care. All those leviathans…had eaten these? Sure, it was bigger than a penguin, but…they looked the same as them.

It took him a moment, but before too long he faintly realized that it must be quite dangerous for them down here. He narrowed his eyes ever so slightly before gently trying to close his hand to grab them. There was a good chance if he didn’t, they'd die. But…the little thing bolted away from his hand, only striking frustration in the leviathan and making him scowl, gritting his teeth in a half growl. Irritated beyond belief by what was honestly a natural reaction, he gave up out of annoyance and forced himself forward instead, pretending to hunt them. Maybe he could just get the thing to go up to the surface on their own and be done with this.

He curved around to do it again when it didn’t leave like an idiot, only to catch sight of the familiar lights of the two that had been messing with him lately. Rather possessively, he flashed his lights in warning, claiming what he’d found and outright threatening them to not come closer. He was satisfied to see their lights vanish as the two left. He grumbled and dove underneath the mer this time, letting his lights pulse in warning so it could avoid him before he actually caught them. Except upon approach…their desperate movements did nothing to help them escape. Was it not scared?

He tilted his head slightly to avoid catching them, watching as it slipped past his face and out of sight down his back. Deciding this thing was rather incompetent, he kept his glow on, but dimmer than it had been. Maybe if it was aware the entire time, he’d be avoided? He tried it again, wishing it would just go up…but when he actually saw how the water forced them downwards, he groaned inwardly. Of course. Smaller creatures had a hard time swimming around leviathans…how he’d so easily forgotten that was a mystery, but at least he now had a general idea of what to do.

This time he came down from above, hoping the water would pull them again, but upwards instead…and that did happen…but not the way he wanted. He could see them struggling and wanted to hurry, but then they just disappeared? He didn’t realize what happened until he was suddenly choking. Well that happened. He coughed to get them out of his throat, but closed his mouth. Obviously attacking with his mouth would end this way…but he’d been trying not to touch them after how scared they’d been. He just wanted to chase them out of the trench, not actually eat them.

Still, to quell any movement that might cause an accident, he pinned them to the roof of his mouth and hurriedly switched directions, wanting to rush them out of the dark area. With that done, he went ahead and stopped pinning them…only for him to just slightly get a taste and immediately shove them away. Well he hadn’t been expecting that. It was actually quite pleasant, but…he pushed them a little, wondering why he wasn't getting any reaction. Usually you'd struggle, not just lay there…right? He lessened the pressure he was using, wondering if that was the problem, but nothing changed.

Was it confused, maybe? He went ahead and lit up again, knowing it would also bring light to the inside, hoping to help somehow. That still didn’t get a reaction. He stopped changing things for a little bit, but with still no change, he half mindlessly wrapped his tongue around them, curious about their somewhat unknown taste, but also hoping to be shown it was still alive. Well, considering it started to squirm, it at least wasn't dead…yet. Had he hurt the small thing? He was feeling just a tad guilty, but was also unable to stop licking at the mer. He knew why the leviathans would eat them, but didn’t understand it.

When it started to grow much brighter he lessened the amount he was pushing them around and hummed questioningly. Why were they so limp? He moved them around only a tiny bit more before he was at the top of the trench and chose to just push them out and take a look. It would suck if he’d scared them to death when he was actually just trying to help them. Seeing how weakly they moved, he reached over to catch them so they wouldn't sink back down…but they looked so lifeless. He found himself flinching against his will when the limp body touched him, but suppressed it quickly.

It was still alive, right? He moved his hands to bring the mer a little closer and inspect them, only to find the bright green eyes meeting his. After what felt like a staring contest, he calmly asked, “Are you dying?” He was concerned quite a bit, actually. It wasn’t unusual for him to do something stupid when frustrated, and this was definitely one of those times again. Although…they just curled up and wouldn't answer him, only sparking that frustration once more and making him cup his hands both under and over the mer. “Fine, don't talk.” He weakly tossed them towards the reef, not expecting them to tumble so badly.

He felt a twinge of guilt over how they stopped, but focused on being sure they were still opening their eyes. When the little green orbs locked onto his again, he decided to warn them, “...stay out of the trench.” He had no clue he was talking too loudly, but knew they were still scared. Maybe a joke would help? “Something that isn't even a snack should know better.'' He got nothing from it even after waiting so he turned away with a shaking head, diving back down into the trench. Why did he even try? Except as he was drifting back to his home in the dark, he had a new thought. Maybe he should have given that mer the item he’d found? Oh well, not like that’s why they were in the trench.

—

End

Voila!!!

First time creating an actual au instead of a book! Also, first time I've done any mouthplay/vore writing so be kind to me QnQ

I'll either post the next chapter or do a diff au, depends on what my headache decides it can write :P

84 notes · View notes

sleeptokeninterpretations · 6 months

Text

Sleep Token’s “Take Me Back To Eden” and the five stages of grief

So I have had an idea for a possible interpretation for the album Take Me Back To Eden and as far as I have seen an interpretation with this idea has only been provided for Sundowning so far so I figured I’d give it a try.

Essentially what I’m seeing as a possible interpretation is Take Me Back To Eden expressing the five stages of grief after a suicide of a loved one, in particular a romantic partner. How I came to this idea? Let’s have a look.

TW: we will deal with the topics death, suicide and grief here.

Denial

Why would a song about death and grieving begin with two songs that sound more like an offering (see what I did there) to a lover rather than a sad song?

I think there are two reasons why the album starts with these songs. One of them is the stage of denial. When grieving, many people either feel numb or ever carry on like nothing ever happened in an attempt to ignore the issue. Both Chokehold and The Summoning can be seen as attempts to write about a passed loved one like nothing ever happened.

However I believe there is another reason. Throughout the album we watch the speaker go through a variety of emotions caused by the loss of a loved one. By starting the album with Chokehold and The Summoning, we are to understand how intense the relationship between the speaker and their lover was so we can empathise better with the emotions displayed in the course of the album.

Anger

Moving on to the second stage, anger, which is dealt with in Granite.

Now if you’ve wondered why I think the album might be about grieving after a suicide specifically, the explanation for this is mainly found in songs expressing anger. We will get back to this when talking about anger within the stage of depression but we can find some references in Granite already. It appears that the speaker is mad at their lover for not expressing their feelings before their death. Specifically “we’d rather be six feet under than be lonely” suggests that the loved one has not expressed their negative feelings out of fear the speaker might leave them. A similar theme is dealt with in the line “You say you want me but you know I’m not what you need”.

Bargaining

See, with Aqua Regia and Vore it gets a little bit tough and I definitely find it hard to find lines actually referring to this state but we’ll work with it.

I think Aqua Regia could be understood as the speaker offering to go through the same pain as their loved one in an attempt to get them back, kind of like “come back, I’ll be in pain with you”.

Vore goes in a similar direction, the speaker is trying to make themselves relatable (“Are you in pain like I am”), hoping that this might bring their loved one back.

Again this is very brief (and analysing Aqua Regia has always given me a headache) so I will keep it at this.

Depression

We enter the fourth stage, depression. This is by far the longest stage with five whole songs, which quite naturally shows how grief isn’t linear.

Ascensionism is a whole emotional ride on it’s own and can almost be seen as a trip through different stages within the grieving process.

I would still consider this to be part of the depressive stage. “Anything’s better than the way I feel right now” definitely suggest this.

Lines like “you make me wish I could disappear” might feel a little out of place here as they seem to be directed at a person who has hurt the speaker, however I believe the line is to be understood as “by disappearing out of my life, you make me wish I could disappear”.

Though as mentioned before, Ascensionism is a whole ride on its own and I will definitely write an interpretation on this song alone at some point.

Next we have Are You Really Okay?, definitely one of the main reasons that led me to this interpretation in the first place.

Here we have the speaker clearly expressing desperation and helplessness (“I want to help you but I don’t know how”) and we are confronted with the speaker being well aware of their lover’s mental struggles way before their death. The lyrics of this song are also the main reason I believe the album is dealing with grief after a suicide specifically since here we have a bunch of references to mental health struggles.

Now for The Apparition and DYWTYLM we can see an interesting shift in the feelings. If we stick to the 5 stages of grief we would still be in the stage of depression, however we can see the speaker circling back to anger.

It’s important to know that the stages of grief are to be understood as a “guideline” to what grief can look like when we observe people dealing with illness or loss, yet they do not necessarily have to appear in this exact order, grief is rarely linear.

Additionally we need to understand that a less commonly known symptom of depression is anger, so the anger expressed by the speaker can be understood as a symptom of the depressive state rather than a separate stage.

The Apparition seems to deal with the speaker (day-)dreaming about their loved one, however they keep circling back to reality and realise that those dreams are only based on memories and events that no longer can happen in the present.

Examples for this would be lines like “Why are you never real”, “But I know you will disappear just as I awake” or “Loaded dreams still leave me empty”.

What we can see here quite well is a combination of depression and anger. The speaker is angry with their passed loved one, they basically yell at them to finally leave their thoughts and stop haunting their dreams. At the same time they express the depression and feeling of emptiness that those dreams leave them with.

Now DYWTYLM continues the theme of depression in combination with anger while switching the topic. The speaker now asks for answers on questions that potentially deal with the suicide of their loved one. Simultaneously the speaker understands the death as an offense against themselves, they assume that their loved one has expressed a lack of love for the speaker by ending their own life.

Two things are important here. One, this does not mean that the speaker is self centred, it does not even mean they genuinely hold this belief. Looking for the “bad guy” is a very natural process in grieving, essentially the brain is trying to provide answers to questions that cannot actually be answered. Two, while the song is titled DYWTYLM and therefore the focus is easily on the emotion of anger, I don’t believe this is the actual focus here. Rather than that we can look at all the questions in the verses like “Do you pull at the chains? Or do you push into constant aching?” or “Is there something you give? That you will never receive in return?” While the anger in lines like “maybe not that you conceal your feelings, they just don’t exist” cannot and should not be ignored, I believe the main theme here is the speaker making an attempt at understanding the emotions that eventually caused the death. Furthermore the speaker briefly expresses their own sadness specifically in the line “my reflection just won’t smile back at me like I know it should”.

Lastly for the fourth stage we have Rain.

I put this under the stage of depression but I do think there is a good reason this is the last song in this stage.

The speaker is looking back on their love “the vicious cycle was over the moment you smiled at me” but we are still slowly fading into the stage of acceptance.

The last line in the bridge “When I open my eyes to the future I can hear you say my name” could be seen as an expression for the very common phrase “they would want you to move on”.

When the speaker thinks about the future, he imagines his lover guiding them a way into said future.

Acceptance

We now enter the stage of acceptance with the last two songs and I believe acceptance refers to two different things in this case, accepting one’s own feelings and finally the actual death.

In Take Me Back To Eden, the speaker mostly attempts at validating their own feelings. In the first verse, they let themselves indulge in memories of the past, in the second verse they express how they have been experiencing the journey of grieving.

One line I want to talk about in particular can be found in the third verse.

“That we’ve no idea what we’ve got until we lose it and no amount of love will keep it around if we don’t choose it.”

I think this is such a powerful way to express both the fear of not having appreciated the significant other while they were alive and the realisation that the speaker themselves can’t be blamed, the death of their loved one was not to be prevented by the speaker just loving their partner more.

Last but not least, let’s move over to Euclid.

We have to understand the death of a loved one does not mean one has moved on entirely. One can simultaneously accept while still being desperate, sad or helpless.

“Give me five whole minutes” may refer to the feeling of wanting to relive the time experienced with the person just a little bit longer. Generally the first verse refers to this exact feeling, getting lost in one’s memories and wanting back the old times just a little longer. If we think about lines like “Give me one last ride on a sunset sky lane”, we can see the speaker almost begging their lost love to come back for just a little bit. This could also be connected to a very common feeling in the process of grief, where one wants to go back to times with the loved one to experience the moments together more consciously.

“Call me when you get the chance, I can feel the walls around me closing in” appears to be the speaker wanting to talk to the loved person they lost while already being aware they won’t actually receive in an answer.

The second verse continues the theme of wanting back the loved one, however the speaker expresses the awareness that they are gone.

“I play along with the life signs anyway” seems to describe the process of slowly getting back into one’s daily life while slowly moving on from actively grieving.

Now as I already mentioned, moving back into your daily life and moving on, does not mean you entirely forget about the person.

“Yet in reverse, you are all my symmetry, a parallel I would lay my life on” can be understood as an attempt to express that the speaker does not want to forget about the person they lost, maybe they have learned a lot of valuable life lessons from that person and want to remember those things in their future life.

“Call me when you have the time, I just need to leave this part of me behind” basically concludes this feeling that has been building up over the second verse, the speaker clearly expresses that they feel the need to move on with their life.

Now for the sake of interpretation we are not going to look into the last verse being a reference to TNDNBTG and just look at lyrics on their own.

The first part of the lyrics once more shows the speaker reminiscing as in the line “We tangle endlessly, like lovers entwined”.

Now let’s have a look the last few lines.

“I know for the last time, you will not be mine, so give me the night.”

The speaker seems to reflect on their own process of grieving while also coming to terms with the fact that their loved one has passed away. They know they cannot be together like they used to be and are ready to go on with their life. “Give me the night” can be understood as an expression that the speaker is ready for new challenges, memories and experiences.

I obviously don’t know if this is the meaning intended by Vessel (if you ask my literature professor the meaning intended by the author doesn’t have to concern me either way).

However I think that it deepens the understand of songs like Are You Really Okay or Euclid and provides a rather new perspective on songs like DYWTYLM.

#sleep token #sleep token lyrics #interpretation #song lyrics #vessel #i wrote this in my english class while actively not paying attention #song analysis

14 notes · View notes

cr0g-0 · 1 year

Text

>:) Here it is fellas

Takes place directly after Scaly Friend(?)

Snake surprise part 5! No art to go along with this one but well-you got snake surprise art a few days ago so its overall fine!

Warning! This fic technically contains Hard Vore! Hard Vore is defined as sorta like the tiny is hurt or is getting hurt by the giant doing the nomming! It’s very brief but is important for the story going forward. I wasn’t sure how to properly explain all this. No vore happens

Without anymore delay! The fifth part of Snake Surprise!

Tw-Dehumanization, Blood, Mentions of Vore

Wc-1908 words

————————

Foolish Fangs (Abandoned Families)

————————

Wilbur was comfortable. His sleep had been wonderful compared to the past few nights. He was honestly kinda surprised he felt so comfortable, what with being in a cold cave and an even colder ‘cage’(Even the word cage didn't fit for it. The cage was so poorly manufactured Wilbur thought he would laugh if he wasn't so terrified for his and Techno’s lives-)

He quietly yawned, stretching a little as he began to open up his eyes, readjusting to the light when he was met with two bright blue, threatening eyes that bore into his soul.

“Hi.”

Wilbur screamed.

The naga’s face faltered ever so slightly and he frowned, letting out a mix of a sigh and annoyed hiss.

“Oi what’s that screaming about huh? I was just saying hi to you. You’re even more rude than Techno…” Tommy huffed, a small, hidden amount of bitterness lingering in his voice but he could barely pick up on it.

Wilbur was still currently attempting to stop his pounding heart while he stared at Tommy’s face. Right-he was snuggled up with the naga after last night…

“Well I—”

“Well…?” The naga tightened his coils around the human who let out a small wince before quickly refocusing.

“Y-You surprised me a little that I'm all-waking up and see such a giant face is-is unnerving.” Wilbur admittedly awkwardly, really hoping they would accept the answer without much resistance though he was sure he would get a little.

The naga blinked a few times before making an oh face. Tommy’s face grew as red as his scales as the naga grew embarrassed, feeling a little bad. “Sorry-I was excited! Today is a big day after all!”

“A-A big…day? What’s that supposed to mean?”

Tommy chuckled, as if he thought the brunet should already know the answer. He shook his head, rolling his eyes. “I’ll tell you after I get Techno. It involves him as well-!”

Was it just Wilbur or was Tommy just a little too excited about doing whatever they were doing today…?

Suddenly a hand grabbed him, scooping him into a tight grip that he initially squirmed around in before quickly just going limp. There was no point in fighting if he ran the risk of getting hurt.

The blond began to slither back to the other side of the cave before pausing. The lack of movement was a dead give away something wasn’t right and he was fearful of the results. Primes what if Techno was dead-or hurt or just in a coma for some reason-

“Hey where did he go? Techno?!”

The teen called out and Wilbur felt a lingering dread as he looked at the cage and his eyes went wide. His heart fluttered before skipping a beat.

It looked like…like the cage was broken into…

Or out of.

The idea hit him full force. Nothing would have come in here with Tommy, even if the kid was sleeping but it was the fact that the stick bars looked to have been taken off when any large enough predator would have just grabbed him from the top.

Techno had planned to leave…

But had he planned on leaving without him…?

The thought could only be entertained for a moment as he was brought back to reality by a growl, Tommy’s grip tightening around him further.

He winced, his chest feeling an ache. Oh there would definitely be bruises much later.

“Prime I knew I should have-UGHH!! I should have just marked you and dad could have marked you later-I shouldn’t have waited so long! Something must have gotten to him….sorry Wilbur.”

All the words were confusing to Wilbur but the last sentence did make sense to his mind so he decided to put up an act that could guilt Tommy into maybe letting him go.

“A-Are you apologizing because you let my brother get eaten by some monster?!”

“Well I…I didn’t think anyone would come in….it’s my fault.” The naga looked away and towards the cave floor guiltily and Wilbur smirked a little before hiding it as Tommy looked back at him.

“You should have tried harder to not let anything happen! My brother is dead because you are irresponsible!!”

Wilbur shot a venomous glare at Tommy and shockingly-the naga did look very guilty and quite upset with himself. Tommy released a sigh, seemingly extremely disheartened. Maybe the teenager would leave him alone long enough to make a break for it.

And then he felt himself being moved upward after a moment of waiting

….Wait a second why was he being raised up to the naga’s face? “Tommy?”

“Sorry I didn’t do this earlier but don’t worry Wilbur. It shouldn’t hurt a bit.”

Wilbur was getting more concerned and worried by the second as the blonds mouth remained slightly agape, the sharp fangs poking out sending shivers down his spine. He didn’t have time to focus on the fangs for very long as the mouth opened wider.

The hand he was being held in shifted its grip to be pinching Wilbur’s sides, arms uncomfortably stiff as he was held as straight as possible before Tommy, in an agonizingly slow fashion, brought him over to the bottom row of scarily sharp teeth.

His breath hitched and he began trying to squirm but Tommy only held him tighter.

“Relax….count down from 3, ok?

The voice would have been slightly comforting if it wasn’t so loud and his shoulder wasn’t resting on the sharp teeth.

“3…”

Why was Tommy even counting? Why had he asked him to relax?

“2…”

What the hell had he meant with that marking stuff earlier? Why had Tommy wanted to do it earlier? Was it supposed to protect him and Techno had his brother stayed?

“1…”

It only managed to hit him when Tommy reached one.

He had only barely formulated his thoughts when he heard a quiet ‘zero’ muttered and the sharp fang, which he had now realized was right above him, came crashing down all too fast on his shoulder and all he could do was scream at the searing hot pain that followed.

The fang was lifted and he felt tears begin to flow down his face as he gasped and tried to struggle out of the grip with one injured arm.

His heart skipped a beat as he moved over a little and he strained his neck to see the other sharp, unstained fang glistening above him and the brunet's blood ran cold. “To-Tommy s-top pl-ease don-don’t-“

Before he could even finish speaking the fang came crashing down, stabbing into his other shoulder and he felt another scream tear its way out of his throat.

Tears flowed down his face and he closed his eyes tight, trying to brace himself for more.

Then he was being lick and everything was just too much. He started to sob and flail despite the pain in his shoulders.

“Shhh Wilbur you did great your ok now! I’m proud of you, you didn’t react badly at all!” The naga’s praise would be nice.

It wasn’t though because Wilbur was still being treated like a possession not a person.

After a few more licks that felt agonizingly slow to Wilbur, he was lowered away from the mouth and set down in the broken cage.

He made sure he was on the opposite side before he shouted.

“What t-he hell Tommy?! The-What the FUCK was that!?”

Tommy just smiled. Smiled his toothy two fanged grin and Wilbur felt shivers go down his spine at the sight of the blood stained fangs.

He wanted to sleep and wake up in his own home because everything hurt. His everywhere was in pain and he wanted to feel safe.

“Hellooooo? Willlll are you listening to me I was answering your question.”

Wilbur snapped his focus to Tommy and slowly shook his head. “N-No can you just repeat it?”

The naga sighed like it was a huge effort. “Yessssss. I was saying that I was marking you! It makes sure nothing bigger tries to take you from me!…and if they try then they’ll-“ The loud laughter from Tommy made Wilbur’s blood run as cold as the nagas. “Well they won’t be around much longer!”

Wilbur hugged his chest tight. He had to go. It wasn't safe here at all….and was also probably bad for his mental health.

“Doesss that ansswer your quesssstion?” The blonde dragged out each ‘s’ and Wilbur tried to just stabilize his nerves.

“Ye-Yeah! Can you just uh-Can you get me something to act as bandages? I don’t want my…mark…to get infected.”

“Oh that won’t be necessary! Your mark may mean no one’ll try to mess with you but I want you close after Techno got taken!”

The naga scooped Wilbur up again much to his displeasure and he grabbed at the teenagers fingers to avoid stumbling.

“You’re gonna spend a loooooot of time in my storage from now on. No one’ll hurt you there!”

Tommy opened his mouth wide and began to bring his hands up to his mouth and Wilbur screamed. He just screamed and tried to get away from the ginormous mouth.

“T-Tommy! Tommy please please! Just-Just set me on a ledge please!!”

The naga paused, Wilbur only a few inches away from his tongue. With a huff that ruffled Wilbur’s hair, he closed his mouth.

“Wilbyyyyy I want to keep you close and safe! You might fall off a ledge…”

The human frantically shook his head and smiled nervously. “I-I promise it won’t happen! Just-please?”

Tommy hummed, as if he was thinking about it before he hummed. “Ok fine. Stay-“ he lifted his hands up to a high up ledge and set the human down. “Right here. I’ll get some leaves to work as a bandage.”

The teen began to slither to the entrance and Wilbur scrambled over to watch, his heart still pounding in his chest as the adrenaline high began to come down.

“See you soon Wilby! Don’t miss me too much~!” With a flick of his tail he was gone and Wilbur just sat and stared.

He scooted away from the ledge and clutched his legs close to his chest.

The cold and smooth surface of the rock radiated all around him but it was oddly soothing when he realized it made his dull and aching body feel a pot less achy and sore.

Maybe he should rest. Rest just a little. When he woke up he would find Techno still beside him and not a scale in sight. They’d be at home with Phil.

He closed his eyes and tried to picture it and a weak smile spread across his face.

Yeah. Yeah he was just having a bad nightmare and when he woke up? He’d be with his happy family again, in the safety of the village with his brother and father.

No trace of nagas or bite marks in his shoulders. Just the sounds and legends of these things existing but not being true in the slightest.

Yeah. Tommy was nothing but a myth. A figment of Wilbur’s imagination that formed when Phil told Techno and him about the giant nagas who lived in the woods.

Who ate up and stole away children who wandered into their woods and were never seen again aside maybe a bone or two.

He drifted away with the thoughts of Phil and the stories of woods.

#smog writes #mcyt g/t #snake surprise #tiny!wilbur #giant!tommy #tiny!techno #tw blood #tw vore mention

21 notes · View notes

colossal-red · 2 years

Text

The Mark

Chapter One: Tomorrow

Ayup mates, little note here, this new AU is very inspired by a YouTuber by the name of Ian Boggs who I’d highly recommend to check out. If you’re curious about any aspects of this au I implore you to spam my ask box as much as you’d like, I’ll happily answer :)

Anyways enjoy the fic! The warning are below :D

Tw: slight vore mention(?), mysterious disappearances, and fear.

WC: 1140

Tubbo woke up with a stretch. He was so Fucking ready for tomorrow! He got up and quickly got ready for school, he was so happy that his Birthday was on a Friday, and he was excited to get his mark. Sure everyone got the Prey mark all the time, but it was still exciting! He exited the house, and waved goodbye to his mom as he started the walk to school, he looked around to see if he could spot his best friend, but he seemed to be nowhere around... suspicious. It didn't take long for him to enter the school, as soon as he did so though, Tommy jumped out in front of him from behind a corner, making a booing sound. "Gah-!" He flinched. "Don't fucking scare me like that man-" He swatted the laughing Tommy as they headed toward their first class of the day... this was gonna be a long day...

After a few classes, he sat down in his last class for the day, History. "Woooo, finally almost done-" He spoke, leaning back in his chair, to Tommy who sat behind him. "What do you think is gonna be on the shitty lesson plan for toda-?" He was cut off. "Language Mr. Schlatt." Came Mr. Halo's voice as he entered the room, his wings curled inward as he got to his desk. "Settle down all of you muffins, now, today's lesson is gonna be on the founding of Essempi..." Mr. Halo droned on and on about Essempi and seemingly everything that happened ever... until the last few minutes of class. "Now, before I dismiss all of you, we're gonna have a brief lesson on the Marks, as I believe we have two muf- I mean, students, who are turning Eighteen tomorrow, correct Mr. Schlatt and Mr. Minecraft?" Tubbo and Tommy both nodded, confirming his question. "Alright then, as you all know, in the entire history of the world, there have been two Marks-" "The Mark of The Prey and The Mark of the Pred, right D- I mean, sir?" Came Sapfucks voice from the back, dude got an unfair advantage honestly. "That is correct Mr. Sapnap, however, there hasn't been a Pred marked in many many years... people doubt they even exist now as everyone who's turned eighteen since then has always been Prey." He turned to face the class again, after having drawn the marks for Pred and Prey on the board.

The Prey Mark resembled bunny ears, while The Pred Mark was depicted as being a set of fox ears. "Even so, it's important that we all know how to defend ourselves properly in the off-chance that someone DOES get the Pred Mark-" He quickly added- "But of course, the chances of anybody getting the Pred Mark is very low of course. Who can tell me some abilities of Preds?" A few hands went up, not Tubbo's tho, he couldn't remember. "Yes Mr. Found?" Of course, the teacher would pick someone whose hand wasn't up. To be fair though, George was passed the fuck out. Tubbo suppressed a chuckle with Tommy. "Oh, er, what was the question again-?" Tommy snickered again as Mr. Halo sighed. "Could you tell me some things about the Preds' abilities Mr. Found? Then you can get back to your muffiny nap-" He said with a polite smile, eventually George would gather his thoughts and blab on a bit more about how they could 'size-shift' and 'smell emotions' and a few other random things that just weren't relevant anymore. Tubbo groaned as this ensued, lightly doodling on his desk before finally... the bell rang.

"Thank Prime..." He heard Tommy mutter as they gathered their things to leave. "Where too Boss Man-?" He asked Tom as they walked the halls of rapidly departing students. "Hmmm, ahhhhh, I just want it to be tomorrow already man!" he pouts a bit as they walk. “Don’t worry Tom, tomorrow isn’t that much farther away, everything will go just fine.” He reassured, they eventually just got some dinner and headed home so they could get started on some homework… and sleep a bit earlier to speed up the process. Tubbo yawned as he worked at his desk, the hours seem to go by so slowly yet so fast at the same time as he trudged through assignment after assignment. He was so glad when he could collapse onto his bed, and finally began to fall asleep…

Meanwhile, Tommy had sped-run his assignments… and was sneaking out of his Dad’s house again, which wasn’t exactly difficult. Ever since Techno had gone missing a few years ago, Phil hadn’t really been the same, which sucked a lot. Tommy wandered through the woods, knowing exactly where he was going. It didn’t take long before he reached his destination, a small box fort, a training dummy, and two wooden swords lay abandoned amongst the grass and twigs. He sighed as he reached down and picked up one that was marked with a big T, only glancing at the one with the lil T. “Miss you Techno…” He rubbed some of the dirt off and placed it back down where it was, before picking up the other sword and turning to the dummy.

After a Prime knows how long amount of time of slashing at the dummy, Tommy rested at the entrance to the box fort that vaguely resembled a castle, just looking about the space as he remembered the old times, he closed his eyes…

“C’mon Tommy I know you can do it-!” Came Techno’s voice from the tree above. “Techno! Just give it the fuck back!” Tommy shouted as he tried to climb up the tree, just barely missing the handhelds. “I will, if you can make it up here, how will you ever be able to escape a Pred if you can’t throw yourself up a tree like I can-?” He spoke, dangling the lil T sword above Tommy’s head from a branch. “You’ve just gotta find the proper foot and handholds.” He encouraged. Tommy took a step back, and inspected the tree again, before trying again. This time, he was able to get up. He grabbed at the handhelds that he could, and though he did stumble once or twice, he was able to get high enough to touch the tip of his sword… before promptly falling. But Techno’s hand caught him, and pulled him up and away from the fall. “Hey, you did pretty good Theseus.” He spoke with a smile as he handed Tommy his sword back. Tommy accepted it with a semi/embarrassed look at having to be rescued, but the two laughed it off and eventually headed home…

Tommy opened his eyes. Fuck, he’d fallen asleep… at least he had a good dream. He stood up and ran back home as fast as he could, going back through his window and looking at himself in his bedroom mirror… today was the day. It was his birthday which meant that… he pulled his sleeve back, and looked at his right arm. On the arm, clear as day, we’re two bunny ears. He smiled, Phew… he had to admit, despite the fact that he knew that it would not be fox ones, it still kinda spooked him. He stretched, and got ready for school quickly. He was excited to see Bee Boy so that they could laugh about how nervous he was…

Tubbo woke up groggy. Hm, something smelt sweet, he wondered if his mom had actually made something. He got up, and looked at himself in the bedroom mirror. He messed with his hair a little bit before leaving it the way it had been. Then, he suddenly remembered, The Mark! He excitedly held his arm up, and pulled back the sleeve. His face did a few different things as he looked at the reflection… it switched from Excitement, to Confusion, to Shock, and then finally, to a combination of Fear and Nervousness. He quickly grabbed a marker off his desk and held it to the Fox Ears that were on his arm, almost glinting in the sunlight as if to say: “Look at me!” He quickly scribbled over the mark a bit, making the Fox Ears look like the Bunny ones that signified Prey. T-this couldn’t be… he couldn’t be a Pred!

Suddenly, another scent came into the air, another sweet one… from outside. A knock came at the door, and he heard Tommy shout. “Open up Bee Boy, we’ve gotta get to school! Happy Birthday by the way!” Oh shit… he exited his room, and went to open the door…

———————————————————————

#mcyt g/t #tw vore mention #the mark au #human!tommy #human!tubbo #prey!bad #demon!sapnap #human!george #human!techno

40 notes · View notes

gt-jjba-n-stuff · 2 years

Note

❄️ 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 :)

#jjba g/t #jjba vore #jojo vore #soft vore #bug's writing

26 notes · View notes

psychoticwillgraham · 9 months

Text

welcome to an impromptu hannigram fic rec list with the goriest and most disgusting (affectionate) erotic gore that im definitely going to hell for liking

it’s all under the read more bc of a shitload of triggers and if ur easily disturbed by or can’t handle this level of descriptive gore, turn away now

the aforementioned venom au that’s inspiring me for my current fic im doing. it’s real, real nasty in the best way possible and yes there’s brain licking involved. you can decide if that’s a deal breaker or not, but if ur looking for a venom au, it shouldn’t be an issue. this is also my fave hannigram fic period rn

TW: vore, extreme blood and gore, whatever trigger brain licking requires, blood play, tentacle sex, cannibalism, come inflation, knotting, triple penetration, organ fucking and organ stuff in general, and vomiting (not even a trigger list just letting you know what ur getting into)

a witch Will au that i rlly dig bc of the concept and I just adore when ppl write him as a witch. that’s the good shit

TW: monsterfucking, graphic descriptions of body horror, possession, dub con bc of possession, blood and gore, cannibalism, branding, amputation, and brief mention of mpreg

ok, this one. hoo boy lmao first of all, this is tied for my fave fic with the first one, and this one goes out to all my fellow monsterfucking/alien fucker/oviposition folk out there. it actually made me rlly tense once it started getting to the good shit, which the vast majority of media fails to do with me. do not even touch this if you have a weak stomach or can’t handle extreme body horror.

TW (hoo boy): straight up noncon (egg laying and everything), monsterfucking, extreme body horror, mpreg, oviposition, non consensual body mods, alien fucking, graphic transformation sequence, tentacle dick, EXTREME deepthroating (no I’m not joking), and gaslighting

last one for now (until I finish the other ones im reading), and it’s my third fave, an extreme d/s and consensual but NOT safe or sane fic. this one just, bro. BRO. made me realize a certain kink has a name and I uh. really enjoyed this.

TW: death kink (legitimately), extreme erotic asphyxiation, sadism and masochism, blood kink, desanguination (draining all of the blood out or nearly), kinky waterboarding (not telling u how), choking, and dub con

#pls don’t judge me for some of the noncon stuff i only read it for this ship #ur welcome for the awakenings u might have

1 note · View note

plumpstuck · 1 year

Text

here you guys go <3 hope this lets you guys get a better picture of what I'm more inclined to roleplay

Alright— let me elaborate...

(TW, there's a brief fatphobia mention, and also some discussion of unhealthy dynamics used in fiction that might be discomforting for some)

I LOVE force feeding and fat bondage and fat bulging out of tight places and rough and mean feeders (I would however like to also mention that I think that mean and dominating feedees are also underrated). Stuffing, breaking out of clothes, popping buttons, all that sort of thing is just heavenly~ <3

A lot of these jars speak for themselves but I'll go further in detail for the ones that I think need it:

I like burping, eructo is a high one on my list, but eprocto is more tricky and conditional for me. I think it's alright in more extreme slobby or dumb scenarios because it sort of fits there, but otherwise I feel like it sort of messes the mood for me when it's done in other situations. long story short, not my thing but i think burps are 😳😳😳

squashing is something that i didnt really understand the meaning of? wrestling isn't something I'm too interested in, but I do really like... like getting crushed under the weight of someone else and also just like being pinned by your own weight... AUGH thats beautiful

i dont really care for inflation or clothes padding. LIQUID BLOATING ON THE OTHER HAND... that shit's incredible. being full of soda or other beverage is just adorable

public stuff is also way too hot for me to ignore.

fat shaming <33 teasing, all stuff on that note... it's just so good I love it. real life fat shaming and fatphobia is stupid... horny fat shaming on the other hand? 🤤

preg also isnt my thing. vore is weird because most of the time i dont care too much about it, but sometimes...? it just hits different. i think that monster vore is pretty neat but if it's just 2 regular human people then it makes a bit less sense to me. i am kind of obsessed with nagas though and i think that they are allowed to eat humans if they so please <3

oh my GOD male tits <3. me when they fit into a bra hjkHGKFDSJKL.

funnel feeding !!! okay so i LOVE funnel feeding when its with like soda or milkshakes or melted icecream or other drinks, but I don't like it if it's just like blended food. there's some exceptions (like if it makes sense to be blended, like ice cream and chocolate and brownies and other food items like that, ones that sort of belong in a milk shake if that makes sense) but i dont like just like. Savoury dinner food blended. that definitely isnt my thing

dumb/bimbo for me is nice, but what really gets me is other psychological kinky factors. i like conditioning/pavlov sort of kinky logic: the thought of someone associating food with sex and vice versa or getting addicted to someone from associations with positive treatment? that stuff REALLY gets me. mind break and other things... captivity... lord those are some fantasies that i am more than happy to dwell on

i really like feeders that are like saccharine-levels of sweet and doting and caring that take care of all of their feedees needs before they can even lift a finger

on the other hand i ALSO really like feeders that are really cruel and mean and rough and YEAH.

basically just attention, good or bad. possessiveness and singling someone out with their attention. it gets me feeling a certain kind of way <3

note!! i definitely don't care if you're into some things here that I'm not, just because I'm not into something doesn't mean I hold any hatred for it. Just means that's probably not something I'm going to write for <3 please dont harass me for a difference in tastes, that's not something I can nor want to control

#my kinks lol #not rp #tw #fatphobia mention

1 note · View note

brick-a-doodle-do · 1 year

Note

I shall be watching for you answering it!

You shall now be in a burrito

Also. Did you know I still feel very nervous and insecure even mentioning noms and don't expect positive response for it so I kinda just spat out some of what's in that ask in a hurry before I could get crowded by doubt

WOOP WOOP

don't feel anxious about noms!!!! i mean i totally get it irl n stuff (i actually told my irl friend about it that was like a HUUGE step) but in this community don't even worry about it like pffff the last like 5 fics i've uploaded have vore in them. i guarantee everyone in this lil circle has "sfw vore" or "tw vore" in their bio. but i won't force you out of feeling nervous cause yeah but y'know

yk what anyone who sees this interact/rb if you like vore!

#brickquiries #3d brickling #3d my beloved 🤗#tw vore mention (brief)

3 notes · View notes

cyncerity · 3 years

Note

May we recieve angst? In the sizeshifter Tommy au?

tw: vore, brief mention of panic attacks, talk of throwing up

It was a harmless idea, how could it have all gone so wrong so quickly? The food was labeled, godammit! No one was even supposed to be coming over today! But no, of course fate had to hate him.

It was a good idea. A great one, even. He knew because it had worked flawlessly before. Ranboo didn’t have a clue what was happening last time, so realistically Tubbo wouldn’t either! He wouldn’t see it coming. He couldn’t use ice cream again, so a cup of coke in a non transparent glass would have to do. He had just enough so that he could breath, but duck under when he heard someone coming. And that he did, and it worked flawlessly. He was none the wiser! And Tommy was just about to shift bigger and scare the living shit out of him when he heard it. His mind screeched to a hault as the voice outside the stomach registered in his mind.

Tubbo’s voice.

Fuck.

Where the hell was he??

All that was going through Tommy’s head was *please be Ranboo please be Ranboo please be Ranboo-*

***

Tubbo was setting up the mics for another cricket crew stream when a familiar face walked through the door. He laughed a bit as he shot him a dirty look. “Finally came to help out, did you?”

Billzo feigned offense as he walked over to help Tubbo. “You thought I wouldn’t? What kind of a person would that make me, huh?”

***

*Fuck, NOT Ranboo. Definitely not Ranboo. Fuck!*

Tommy started hyperventilating. It was Billzo. He was inside of Billzo’s stomach. Shit, how was he supposed to get out?!

He frantically pulled out his phone and started to dm Ranboo.

‘Help fuck code fucking red fucking help I was trying to pull the prank I did with you again but on Tubbo and I left coke on the counter and put his name on it but Billzo drank it and I’m fucking stuck help me I’m panicking’

Tommy sent it and held his phone above the coke he sat in so it wouldn’t be damaged. He needed it in case Ranboo responded. Which he did shortly-

‘Are you saying that Billzo…you know? That you’re “with” him right now?’

‘No I’m saying that I’m fucking safe at home and have nothing to worry about OF COURSE THATS WHAT IM SAYING’

‘Oh god. He still doesn’t know. Does he feel anything wrong yet?’

‘Not as far as I can tell. He hasn’t mentioned feeling off at all. I don’t want him to find out like this.’

‘He might have to. He already knows something was up with what he drank.’

That made Tommy pause. ‘What do you mean?’

‘Tom you sent your SOS to the group chat’

*oh god fUCKING DAMNIT*

***

“What the hell is that supposed to mean? Is that gonna make me sick? And I gonna have to go to the hospital? What did he put in that coke?!” Billzo shouted, pacing the room while staring horrified at the message. Tubbo just stared, face getting paler as he realized what that message meant. Tommy was…oh god…

“Where even is Tommy right no-“ “Nowhere!! I mean, it doesn’t matter!” Tubbo interjected. How was he supposed to do this? How could he get Tommy out of Billzo’s gut without having him notice? Telling him was a big no. And keeping Tommy small enough to be undetectable wouldn’t work since Tommy needed to be at least 2 inches tall to be spit out without hurting anyone, and he was probably only about half an inch at the moment, otherwise Billzo would be freaked out for a different reason.

“What do you mean ‘it doesn’t matter’? I want to know what that fucker did!” “I mean…I already know! So there’s no point in getting Tommy.” Ok, that was a good enough on the spot lie. Tubbo could work with that.

He continued. “Last time, this made Ranboo…really sick. Yeah…he was…uh…in bed for like 3 days.” Billzo’s face was priceless but Tubbo didn’t let his face show any humor. “But! If you throw it up in time, maybe it won’t do anything!!”

“Ok let’s do that then-“ Billzo was cut off by Aimsey and Ranboo bursting through the door. “I saw the chat messages, what wro-“ “You need to go empty your stomach now.” Ranboo shouted over Aimsey. “We kinda figured that out already.” Billzo said, going into the kitchen and grabbing a spoon to hopefully trigger his gag reflex. “I-I’ll get a bucket or a bowl or something.” Said Aimsey, visibly confused as she went to go search for one. Ranboo wanted to help but was quickly pulled into a different room by Tubbo.

The second they were out of earshot, Tubbo had his phone pulled out and Tommy on a call, which he answered within seconds. Tubbo put him on speaker so Ranboo could hear him, too.

“You dumbass what were you thinking?!” Tubbo whispered yelled into the phone. “Oh sorry, it was totally my fault that no one told me Bill was coming over today!” Ranboo sighed and took the phone from Tubbo, doing his best to mediate the shouting match. “Are you alright? Did you hear everything we were saying out here?” Tommy took a few deep breaths and continued. “Yeah, I’m fine. Had a bit of a panic attack earlier, but I’ll be ok. And yeah, I heard the whole conversation. That seemed like it should work. Aimsey’s here too, now, isn’t she?” “Yeah, she showed up with me.” Tubbo suddenly yanked the phone back. “Tom what are we gonna do about you being too small to throw up?” “I’ll just have to shift at the right time, I guess. I don’t know, I’ve never had to get out of anyone who didn’t know I was in their belly in the first place! If I may remind you, this obviously wasn’t supposed to happen!! I-” Tommy wanted to continue complaining, but he was suddenly interrupted by a different discord call. Billzo. The name on his screen made his heart spike for a moment as he clicked decline, putting him back on the call with Ranboo and Tubbo. And seconds after, he felt the wall in front of him hesitantly press in. He froze, to terrified to move, when the wall started to push in further. “Tommy? You still there?” Tubbo said.

“…Tubbo,” Tommy said quietly and monotone in a voice that not only contradicted that shouting he had been doing earlier, but also contradicted how truly terrified he felt, “where is Billzo right now?”

Tubbo and Ranboo looked towards each other, both visually confused over the question. Until they saw it out of the corner of their eyes.

Billzo was standing in the doorway to the room, a shaking hand clutched over his stomach, and his skin a ghastly pale.

“Tommy has to get out of where now?”

#CLIFFHANGER AHAHAH #Roman gave me the ask that inspired this but I didn’t want to spoil it #I’ll answer that ask with part two so you can see the original prompt #tw vore #cyncerity #cynwrites #sizeshifter!tommy au #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #g/t vore

90 notes · View notes

smolcinnamonchipmunk · 2 years

Text

A Most Abnormal Titan Pt.2

(I didn’t expect to get this out tonight, but here it is! Don’t really have much to say about it other than I hope y’all enjoy!)

Count: 5212

TW/CW: Violence, blood, gore, soft/safe oral vore, talk of death/death mention/fear of death, panic attack, kind of self-harm but not from a human. Basically everything expected from something AoT related.

The day went from relatively calm to a shitshow pretty quickly, but sometimes that’s just how it was outside of the walls. One second, Epsilon was comforting his friend Jae to try and steady their nerves while hiding his own, and the next he was flying through the air with his maneuvering gear after several emergency flares went up.

He had managed to rescue two of the hunters from the Titans on the ground, each one shaking and breathless when he brought them up to the tree branches and helped settle them. One kept mumbling ‘No’ over and over under her breath, and he couldn’t blame her. The hunters hadn’t been training months for this, never went on the field or told the stories from supervisor Scouts of those that had been eaten in battle with grotesque detail. Probably never even seen a Titan before today.

It was always different hearing and imagining the creatures then seeing them in person.

Epsilon returned down below to take out a couple of Titans, struggling to not get snatched up by fumbling hands before landing the killing blows for each. Briefly, he wondered what Jae’s killcount was. He’d been trying to make bets with them about it before each expedition, but they always refused and said that they’d rather not wish Titans on the team.

Shaking himself from the train of thought, he noticed someone having difficulty taking down a Titan and swooped in to act as a brief distraction so that they could get the kill. The group of Titans that had started with nine dwindled with the small swarm of Scouts that moved between the trees. A pacing Abnormal on all fours caught his attention, hearing a scream as it suddenly pounced on a boulder and automatically went to assist.

“Swarm from the South!”

Well, that wasn’t very ideal. But, he was able to prevent himself from jolting in surprise at the news and slashed the wrists of the Abnormals hands as it reached behind the boulder to grab whoever was hidden there.

He wasn’t the only one that came to help though, and by the time he circled back in a hook swing another Scout was already reeling the hunter back to the tree branches while a second Scout sliced into the Abnormals nape. Someone was shouting something above, motivational if the sound of hollering war cries was anything to go by, and several Scouts dropped down past him as he pulled himself back up to assess this new situation.

And in the seconds it took him to do so and look back down, whatever swarm had been spotted had already run to the trees below, reaching up with wriggling fingers to try and grab the flying Scouts. Already, a couple Titans were on the ground and he couldn’t exactly let himself get a breather before going back into the fray.

Epsilon helped a Scout here, killed a Titan there, occasionally slashed the heels of Titans as he went by to make them fall and hopefully make them easier for the other Scouts to kill. It all became a blur, hooking from tree to tree and wondering after what felt like an eternity just how large of a swarm they were dealing with here. If he heard a scream or shout, he’d try to reach them in time to help, but sometimes he was just too late, seeing only the spray of blood or the bulge in a Titans throat that meant a casualty.

He wouldn’t find out who was lost until after the heat of battle, but a part of him panicked at the thought of maybe one of the ones he couldn’t save being Jae. He didn’t want anyone to die, but with this being a new regiment he wasn’t exactly as attached to anyone else yet.

Movement from the corner of his vision made him turn to look and his eyes widened as an Abnormal jumped up with open hands. He’d let himself drift too low, barely able to dodge out of its attempt to grab him. But, the sudden correction threw him off balance and, as the Titan leapt for him again, it managed to strike him with an open palm. If its angle was just a bit more towards the ground, he would have landed in a paste. But, as it was, he bounced painfully off the ground in a tumbling roll.

His momentum didn’t even slow to a stop naturally, the previous Abnormal taking advantage of his out of control tumbling by quickly pinning him under its palm after a few tries. The initial impact and roll were painful enough, dazed as his head stopped spinning from the fall. He struggled beneath the Titans hand instinctively, only managing to make it tilt its head before it began to apply pressure to him slowly.

Epsilon gasped out silently as the air was forced from him, making his vision burst into color and he shut them in pain. Weakly, he *tried* to push back against it, but his body was entirely held in place beneath the pressure that offered him no purchase against the behemoth's hand. He could feel his ribs start to creak under the weight, expecting them to give in any second now-.

“Epsilon!” someone screamed his name in the distance,

His eyes snapped back open at the familiar voice, blurry vision looking for the source. He would have thought that it was an auditory hallucination if he didn’t see a figure speeding towards him with their gear, certain that it was Jae despite not being able to make out the Scouts features. He saw movement from above but couldn’t warn his friend about the danger that dropped from above. With no air in his lungs, his shout was silent as he tried to exclaim on instinct.

‘Ja-!’

Everything went black, coupled with a loud cracking sound that lasted only a split second. He didn’t even register any pain. Was… Was that it? Was that just how quick his life was snuffed out, curtains closed, end of story? Then, why was he still able to think? Unless this is what happened after death. But no. No, no no, NO! He can’t just die after seeing his friend alive only to get ripped from the air! He had to be able to help, this *can’t* be it!

In death, Epsilon let out a yell of angered frustration at his lack of control. A yell that only increased as the black suddenly flashed with white. No! He couldn’t just ‘follow the light’! He wouldn’t! But, despite his anger at death, the light still found him and encased him with its blinding glow.

He expected to suddenly be somewhere else or to be faced with nothing after the light faded, noticing a crackling sound like lightning in a thunderstorm as it dimmed. He didn’t expect that once the light went away, he’d be high in the air, looking at the large trunks of trees like the area where he died. But he wasn’t high in the air. When he tried to look around, he noticed that the motion seemed more exaggerated than if he was dreaming of floating.

The Titan that had him pinned was on all fours on the ground, peering up at him with an even more wide-eyed expression than before he died. He had feet, noticing them in surprise, and immediately used one to stomp in the Titans head. The action stunned himself, able to *feel* the viscera beneath his sole.

‘Is this… Is this some sort of redemption thing in the afterlife,’ Epsilon thought to himself. He wished himself to not be helpless, to be able to save his friend. Was this the afterlife’s way of allowing him a chance to do that so that he could move on?

If so, he’d play into it, feeling giddy at just how *easy* it had been to take out the Abnormal. He was on their level now, the scales equalized by his new size. He grinned internally, ready to go off and create some carnage among the Titans, and looked up to find his next target.

He didn’t have to look far, seeing a Titan staring at the ground, hunting. Following its gaze, he saw the thin black lines of cables and followed them with his eyes quicker than it could to see a Scout sat stiffly on the ground, holding still to not catch its attention. Was… Was that Jae? The sudden stillness of the Titan in the corner of his vision caught his attention and he looked back to see that it had seen them.

This afterlife was offering him the chance to save his friend. And he wasn’t going to waste it.

Epsilon wasn’t sure who moved first, him or the Titan, but he leapt forward in rage as quickly as he could once he noticed its focus on Jae. He didn’t even register anything other than the closing distance between the Titan and his friend. He had to do something, he had to stop it, he had to-.

He thought he felt something in the Titan break or crack as his fist impacted its face, forcing it to the ground where it bounced off and away a bit. When did he get close enough to hit it? The Titan rolled to a stop and looked back up at him. The sight of it not being dead made him even angrier, feeling a rumble in his chest before opening his mouth to tell it off. It came out as a vengeful roar, surprising a small part of him and delighting the part that was relishing in being able to no longer fear the Titans.

This was giving him a wonderful power trip that he supposed would make passing on easier whenever it ended.

The Titan interrupted his intense glee by meeting his gaze defiantly. The action incensed him, a snarl pulling at his lips and his eyes narrowed. He stomped one of his feet in anger and bellowed out another roar to try and make it cower, make the other Titan recognize him as a *threat* and dangerous.

It seemed he had to earn his peace in death, however, the Titan letting out a low hiss, snarling and lunging at him. He was prepared to meet the challenge, a part of him *wanted* the challenge. A roar rumbled through his chest, stepping forward to intercept the Titan, managing to knock it to the ground with an open-palmed strike to the head that forced it to the ground again. Before it could thrash its limbs enough to coordinate itself back to its feet, he took advantage of its downed position.

Epsilon immediately dug claws that he didn’t even know he had into the Titans sides, chomping down on the back of its neck while emitting muffled snarls. He doesn’t even know why he was doing it exactly, just knowing that his instincts were screaming at him to do so.

‘Bite, biTE, BITE, TEAR OUT THE NAPE, SAVE JAE!’

The Titan in his hold squirmed and he bit down harder, feeling his teeth slide into the flesh with surprising ease and tasting the blood that burst from fresh wounds. Just a little bit more, and he’d reach the spinal cord and be able to rip it out!

A sharp and intense pain from him leg made his head recoil as he roared in pain, becoming even more angry at the audacity of the fucking Titan that wriggled from his claws. He saw it crouch on the ground, eyes widening as it pushed itself in a jump towards his face. His limbs moved quicker than either his thoughts or the Titan, hands grasping either side of the Titans head and *snapping* its neck with enough force that he separated it from its body.

A part of him felt nauseous at the action, having never snapped anyone’s neck before. This wasn’t exactly a person, but it had happened with a terrifying ease that made him recoil at the brief wondering of whether a human's neck would be snapped as easily.

But it didn’t matter! The battle was over. He won! He killed a Titan with his bare fists! No need for blades or maneuvering gear, no fear of being eaten or crushed by it, and no feeling of helplessness that sometimes came from being on the battlefield! He couldn’t keep himself from letting out a bellow of triumph, rubbing metaphorical salt in the dead Titans wound by slamming his fist against its spinal cord a couple times, just succeeding in causing more steam to mist over him as the Titans blood splattered with each impact.

Epsilon panted as his mind cleared from the frenzy that had taken over him, looking at the ground where he had thought he last saw Jae. But, they weren’t there, and he tried to temper his fear as he began to carefully look for them. They couldn’t have gotten far and he told himself that he would have heard them scream if another Titan had tried to get them.

After several seconds of looking and not finding them though, not able to hear them, he began to grow worried and took a sharp inhale that filled his senses with the dissipating scent of copper from the Titan blood. But there was something else there, something unfamiliar yet a part of him immediately knew what it was: fear. His eyes widened a little as the same part told him that it was *human* fear, focused on it intently and making him inhale deeply before he could ponder too much on *how* he knew what fear smelled like.

He sniffed a couple times, trying to figure out which direction Jae had gone in, thankful that the trees this far in the forest kept the wind from sweeping away the smell of the human.

Wait, “human”? Why did he think like *that*?

He had no answer for the question, not caring about the answer when his eyes eventually landed on Jae and couldn’t help but stare. They were huddled in the crook between two roots of the nearest tree and looked back at him with just as much intensity. A terrified intensity. But why were they scared of him, he was still the same old Epsilon.

Well, to be fair, he’d probably also be a bit caught off guard and nervous if a giant Jae suddenly appeared in the woods. But he was helping them, that’s *why* he was here. Or, at least that’s what he intended to do in this afterlife dream.

Epsilon decided against standing up to his full height, not wanting to scare Jae any further as he carefully crawled closer to them. It didn’t really seem to help, watching them try to back further away from him as though they could hide inside the tree behind them. He felt a bit guilty, but he wasn’t doing it on purpose. Something within him was also just hyperfixating on the scent of fear that reeked off of them.

‘You’re fine,’ he thought to his friend, but it came out in a huffing noise. He didn’t really like that he couldn’t talk in this dream. But, whatever, he was close enough to reach out and scoop them off the ground. He tried to not reach too quickly, realizing that the claws hadn’t just disappeared after killing the Titan and were probably not really helping his friend's fear.

He had been expecting to easily scoop them up with his hand given his size and the fact that they were cornered, but they proceeded to catch him off guard by darting to one side to get away from his outstretched hand. He instinctively slammed his other hand down like a wall to block them before he could think or stop himself, a shiver of dread briefly chilling his insides as he realized that he could have just accidentally crushed them under the side of his palm.

Jae changed direction in their run and startled him by running *closer* to him. He jolted in surprise on instinct, and realized that they were running between him and one of the roots. He let out a startled rumble, having to quickly press a hand to the tree trunk to try and keep from losing his crouched balance and potentially killing them by accident. He had to dig his claws into the bark and caused the outer layer to crack and splinter loudly.

Epsilon looked back quickly, seeing Jae sprinting away from him as fast as they could and grew worried that they would run into more Titans that wouldn’t hesitate to pounce on a lone human. He couldn’t keep himself from lunging after them, using his hands to catch them like he’d done in the past with frogs and lizards.

Thankfully, it seemed to work and he didn’t hurt them, carefully pulling his cupped hands towards himself and shifted so that he was holding them in one hand as he stood back up. His heart was racing a bit in his chest from the brief scare of them potentially hurting themself, feeling… kind of hurt that they were struggling in his hold and shouting at him as he lifted them up. He reminded himself that he couldn’t hold it against them, knowing that they had no control of what they did in his dream.

Still, he tried again to tell them that they were alright, frustration building when it came out as another guttural and nonsensical rumble. But, his friend stilled in his hold within a second, making him blink. Maybe dream Jae understood him? He could still smell the fear on them though..

He sighed through his nose, deciding to take the opportunity to turn his small friend in his hand to look them over. Mostly to see if they had any injuries, but he found himself somewhat fascinated by just how tiny they were compared to him. Sure, he had already towered over them in life with the height difference between them, but this was an entirely different level. Even with their smaller size though, he could see scrapes and already forming bruises from the day, noticing the odd way they held their ankle and the way that their left arm sort of hung there.

Was it dislocated? He reached up with his free hand and very carefully pinched it between his claws, unsure of how much they could handle. There was also the chance that the dream would just turn into a nightmare at the slightest of movement and braced himself mentally before pushing the arm back into place.

Jae cried out, making him panic for a second and think that he had made it worse, but they clutched their arm to their chest in a quick motion that assured him that he had popped it back successfully. They were looking at him again, confusion mixing with the fear he had seen earlier.

Epsilon tilted his head, a thoughtful growl absentmindedly leaving his throat as he internally frowned in his own confusion.

‘I helped Jae. They’re alive, they’re safe, and I tried to help their injuries the best I can,’ he thought. ‘Why isn’t the dream ending? Is there more?... What else needs to be done?’

As he stood in thought, wondering what else needed to be done before he could pass on, a sudden and intense feeling of anger and protectiveness ran up his spine. He snarled before he could stop himself, whirling around and kicked a three meter Titan as hard as he could into a tree. How he sensed it, he wasn’t exactly sure, but the sight of other Titans in the distance caused his instincts to kick in. He had to protect Jae.

‘Protect Jae, protect Jae, protect Jae, safe in mouth!’

Epsilon knew he was safe, that he wouldn’t hurt them. The whole purpose of this was to stop them from being hurt, so of course he wouldn’t hurt Jae! His dream instincts overpowered him, and he let them. They hadn’t led him astray so far and it wasn’t like he’d ever actually think of *eating* his friend, but dream times called for dream measures.

The instincts to protect his friend flooded his mind, pushing aside many of his other thoughts as his body moved of its own accord. Still, a muffled part of him wondered if he was actually going to do this. Even in a dream, this felt *wrong*.

He deftly pinched the back of Jae’s shirt between his thumb and forefinger, lifting them up to his face and felt his lips part as he opened his jaws slightly. He lifted them higher so that he could just lower them into his mouth but they started struggling. He couldn’t exactly see what they did, but he did notice that they had managed to stop their descent, the back of their shirt going somewhat slack in his claws.

‘Come on Jae, I’m trying to help you here! Just let me help so I can die in peace,’ he thought, letting out a mournful moan as his friend tried to drag this out.

He ignored their noises and protests, feeling his jaw strain as he opened his mouth wider and used his tongue to probe at them a bit. Oh, they had braced their boots against his teeth, that’s what had stopped him. Well, that problem was solved now at least.

Before the dream Jae could make another attempt to stop him, he quickly lowered them past his teeth as quickly and carefully as he could. He moved his tongue to block his throat as he pushed them in all the way, trying to be as careful as he could while trying to not dawdle. The Titans were getting closer with every second.

Once he had shoved them in all the way and felt them curled up in his jaws, he pulled his claws out and snapped his teeth shut before they could try and escape. Just in time too, the first of the Titans quickening its pace as it got within thirty meters. A growl rumbled throughout his chest as the fight began.

Epsilon was able to meet the first Titan blow for blow easily at first, the thing slightly smaller than him and less calculated in its movements. But, as the other Titans joined in and ganged up on him, he began to realize he was at a severe disadvantage.

He had to rely on his close combat training to block clumsy but hard hitting blows from the larger Titans, trying to ignore the very literal ankle biters that the small Titans were proving to be. He’d wait for an opening, then kick one of the smaller Titans, thinking that dwindling their numbers would give him the best chance of winning the scuffle as quick as possible.It was pretty effective too, taking out the three smallest Titans within a couple of minutes and allowing him to focus on the two larger Titans.

Jae wasn’t really helping though, and it felt like some of his instincts were now actively trying to work against him. He could feel them on his tongue the entire time, felt each time he jostled them accidentally in the fight that just dragged their taste further across his tongue while drool pooled beneath his tongue with each second.

Was his mouth watering or was it just because he was trying to not swallow?

He had a nasty suspicion that it was the former, some of his instincts delighting at the human, his FRIEND, that was trapped inside his jaws. He didn’t exactly expect to be enjoying this when he decided to rely on the instincts and was desperately trying to not think about Jae’s taste or the way they thrashed in his mouth, was reprimanding himself for liking any portion of this, even if this was some sort of afterlife dream.

Epsilons growls faltered slightly when one of the Titans took advantage of his distracted and conflicted mindset, biting into his side painfully. Then he jelt Jae kick his gums, the frustration, blur of the fight, and confusing instincts causing him to feel a sudden rush of rage to nothing in particular.

Without a second thought, he nudged Jae to the back of his throat and swallowed, the feeling pushed to the back of his mind as he roared angrily at the two remaining Titans.

He attacks wildly out of irritation and anger, not knowing or caring where on the Titans he’s hitting with his slashing claws at this point. The painful bites and attacks from the other Titans now only incensed him further, snarling and biting in retaliation. He’s not sure how long it took, could have been seconds or could have been minutes, but eventually there’s no annoying bites or defiant roars.

Panting, he realized he stood above the mutilated bodies of the Titans as he came out of his rage-fueled tunnel vision, leaving him feeling tired and empty. Absentmindedly, he noticed that his knuckles were busted and steaming from Titan blood. Or… was it *him* that was steaming?

Oh… Oh.. OH. Suddenly, everything began to click. He was a TITAN in this dream!

The claws that tipped his fingers and his size made so much more sense, along with the fear and terror his friend had exhibited. It also put the instincts into perspective. Having only seen Titans eating people, of course that would be something his subconscious would force onto him and made him feel less conflicted. It wasn’t *him* that enjoyed any of it, it was how his dying brain interpreted a Titan’s pleasure at eating someone!

‘Wait, Jae?!’

Epsilon couldn’t believe that he’d forgotten about them in the heat of the fight, and after! Were they okay? They weren’t moving, worryingly enough. Despite it not being real, he didn’t want to die with his last thought being that he hurt them!

‘Jae, are you okay,’ Epsilon grumbled, hoping that they’d respond in some capacity to the sound. Now that he remembered them, he couldn’t not focus on the human. The weight in his stomach was… weird. Not exactly unpleasant, but weird. To him, at least, trying to ignore the part of him that was actually happy with them in his stomach, the part that was obviously a Titan interpretation.

He shook his head from the… distracting thoughts again, focusing on trying to make sure they were okay. He placed a hand on his abdomen and pressed against the spot nearest to Jae lightly with his fingers, letting out more rumbling noises. An almost fluttering feeling against his stomach wall made his heart skip a beat, realizing that it was his friend's movement from inside.

But they still weren’t responding! And, aside from the initial movement, Jae didn’t move again.

Was… Was he wrong in trusting the instincts in his dream? Was the dream turning into a nightmare where he kills his friend as a Titan?!

‘No, no, no, no!’ he thought, his panic unleashing in a sorrowful keen and a jolt. ‘I can’t have hurt them! I can’t have *killed* them!”

Epsilon didn’t know what to do! Did he… Could he just spit them out? But what if the nightmare didn’t let him? What else could he do? He was a Titan right now, and Titans were built to just eat people, there was no way his nightmare would just let him regurgitate them! Unless…

He didn’t even flinch at the sudden thought, thinking that he’d probably have to do something drastic to work around his nightmare. Lifted both of his hands up to his abdomen, he hesitated only for a second before starting to dig in with the claws. Not for his sake, but because he didn’t want to accidentally hurt Jae by using too much force to tear into his gut.

As the claws pressed into his flesh with a surprising amount of pain, he couldn’t help but let out a pained bellow as his vision spotted from it. He almost faltered, part of him thinking that this felt too realistic for a dream or nightmare. But, considering his last memory was being crushed beneath a Titans palm, maybe this was his body's way of processing the pain. Maybe this wasn’t the afterlife or a prelude, maybe this was all happening within a few seconds as he died.

He had to steel himself before he could actually tear into his flesh, feeling muscle and sinew split apart beneath his fingers that continued to send excruciating pain through his body. He didn’t even realize he was still roaring until he felt the tips of his claws meet a more open spot, panting from exertion and pain as he cautiously felt around with them.

It was an unnerving sensation, being able to feel himself moving his fingers through his insides and also able to feel his insides through the tips of his fingers.

Epsilons eyes widened when two of his fingers bumped against what he thought was a leg or an arm, pinching it between the fingers and pulling them forward. Once he was certain of Jae’s placement, he didn’t hesitate to plunge his hand through the gory opening he had made, vision going dark for a moment in blinding pain as he yanked them out with a chunk of his own insides. He felt weak, blinking to try and clear his blurry vision as he lifted his fist up to his face.

When had he fallen to his knees?..

He almost cried out in relief when he noticed Jae was moving in his fist, barely able to register the movement past the pain in his abdomen. The human and his entire hand was covered in his blood. He hoped it was all just his blood. They seemed to be struggling to see and he fuzzily realized that the steaming blood probably wasn’t helping. He lifted them up to his face again, licking their torso and face to try and clean off as much blood as he could for them.

Jae squeaked a bit, but to his relief there was a lot more confusion and confliction behind their eyes than terror or fear. Then again, they also looked incredibly shocked, probably not able to process everything enough to register fear right now.

It didn’t matter, they were safe. Jae was safe. He couldn’t hear or sense any other Titans nearby and let himself relax a bit.

‘You’re safe, you’re fine,’ Epsilon thought, his mind slowly getting fuzzier, the reassurance coming out as a soft sort of rumble. He couldn’t help but lift them to his face, nudging them with his nose a little in an attempt of comforting affection. He wished he could give them one last hug, but it felt dangerous at this size… Was that a purr rumbling in his chest?

He wanted to tell Jae that he would miss them, that he was glad that they had been friends and that he hoped that they had a great life. But he could feel himself getting weaker, his vision growing dark as he succumbed to his wounds.

And his last thought before it all faded was, ‘Goodbye, Jae.’

#cinnwrites #AMAT #soft vore #safe vore #g/t vore #Jae #Epsilon

24 notes · View notes