You know those rp ask blogs.. what if we collectively made a small community for vore related ones? LIKE I desperately want to rp on an ask blog but also want to indulge in sfw vore stuff.. gulp
Can we like, collectively do this please I think it be fun especially for those too shy to look for rp servers I plead
I think if we get one more 4zurt1me req I'm gonna lose it
Y'all there are other ships, we have no problem with 4zurt1me but please give us something else to work with we wrote it once already, maybe in the future we'll make more 4zurt1me content but we don't wanna focus on just those two
I post this cause this is our FIFTH req for 4zurt1me since the first fic, please I beg.
Ps: On queue we have a m4fialing ( C0ntract33) fic, t0xich3ro & Pizz4d3bt vore fics which are slowly being worked on
There is one personal fic between these reqs so please be patient thank you <3
Blurb: An hour of ease between rounds where B^ildr wanders too far off and encounters h4cklrd. Starts off tense but smoothens out to be something they both needed.
I know we have requests pending but >< B^ild3rH4ck..ouhggh We promise we're working on them!!!
CW: vore/g/t vore, hurt comfort(?), mean to flustered/soft pred, accidental bondage [again?] (whoopsie), fearplay, mawplay, sfw but almost romantic vore (you'll see why I tag this xP), desensitization to death/mentions, safe/endo vore, kinda obsessive/possesive pred
Dark as ever when it comes to the realm, eerie silence abundant enough to alarm any creature wandering too far from the cabins. But Builderman was far from swayed away by such, he had to find a way out after all. Too many lives were counting on such a find, he couldn't continue to let them all down. It was a pressure only existent to him, no one else has asked this much of him, maybe Jane in a silent way amongst her grief. But he's chosen this responsibility and weight, and prefers to handle it whenever he can. He had a good amount of time between the intermission and the next round, especially considering he apparently wasn't assigned to be on the next one anyway. So there was time to figure things out.
He carefully made his way through the forest that surrounded the cabins. Each step crushing leaves below, the same look as per usual. Nothing seemed different, there was nothing to find as per usual. He grumbled silently to himself, too stubborn to simply quit there. He kept looking, trying to grasp even the thinnest straws on a difference, and to much surprise there indeed was one. It looked like an odd teleport pad, much akin to the ones utilized in certain games to mark checkpoints and warp the player somewhere else. They usually had a forward and back option he could toggle with the little power he has, it could prove worth the risk. And even if he dies he'll simply be back here.
Taking the warp was quick and simple, although the same cannot be said for where he ended up. It was a dark, almost too gloomy and grim recreation of the heights, Telamon's old playground before this whole mess. It was a strange sight indeed, one that made him nearly hesitate before committing to the investigation. Builderman carefully wandered around the grand arena, observing how all looked in ruin and lost to time. Was this what happened once they were dragged into the realm? Was he out? Or was this another part of the game by the Specter? Answers would come quickly in form of the sound of rattling chains and the faintest of creaking metal. It had the ashen skinned man on high alert and even then he flinched as his body was bound firmly by green glowing chains and pulled straight at a figure he had not gotten to notice prior.
The masked man caught Builderman in his arms, glaring down at him with no clear intention. A jarringly firm hold the grey man couldn't get himself out of no matter how hard he was to try. Then came the other's voice, it finally highlighted that unmasked half of his face showing it far more familiar than expected. " Now what are you doing here outside of the grounds? You'll get yourself killed, or maybe that's still what you're looking for. " He couldn't truly come up with a better response than just: " Is that all you want to say? You didn't have to manhandle me for this. "
Builderman was held firmer as the taller man scoffed at his words. " What are you even trying to achieve here? Almost more importantly, were you thrown my way as an annoyance or were you poking around like you usually do? " Ceasing the idea of escape Builderman simply sighs in defeat. " You know the answer Shed. " " Don't call me that. " The other snapped, right Builderman honestly nearly forgot the other's sensitivity to his own name, doesn't blame the guy in truth. " Right. Hacklord. My mistake " He corrected himself much to Hacklord's pleasure, a gloved hand holding the older's face by the chin. " You have not changed a day have you? " " So long as I can help it. "
The change in Hacklord's demeanor was subtle but enough for Builderman to take notice of it. The way his one visible eye almost softened slightly, the silent gaze that still made him appear imposing yet accentuated his much more lax stance. It was subtle little things Builderman could keep track of. " You don't change much either, you know? " Hacklord would've raised a brow at that, had those words not been from who they came from. " You simply know 'me' well by other means. I know nothing goes by you. " " Then why so hostile?" The ashen man questions, not making any moves to attempt to break free from the hold still, something Hacklord would've expected by now.
He scoffs before his overly serious expression turned into an almost too gleeful one. Squeezing one of Builderman's shoulders in his hand, leaving a tingling feeling for the other admin. " You have a good point. Hostility to you doesn't get anywhere now does it? Well. I do have time for more.. indulgent methods.. " Before Builderman could properly protest the other man's actions he felt the world around him shifting, in truth it was him the one changing simply being shrunken down. Hacklord held the now helpless tiny man by a chain, dangling before him. " Now doesn't this seem familiar enough for you? " His tone almost smug, maybe he's letting himself enjoy the moment. Once a Telamon, always a Shed..
" Hacklord.. What are you doing? " It was odd to be held in this way, he hasn't experienced this since.. well that doesn't matter. But it did not go unnoticed to Builderman's misfortune(?). " Changing my approach. Violence gets me nowhere with you, but I know what does. " The larger held the chained admin closer to his face, amused by the look of realization in the tiny's eyes as he begun to struggle in his binds. " Now hold on a dam minute-! " " I don't think I want to. " He grinned, jaws opening up before the smaller as a wave of hot breath hits the tiny.
Builderman's face lit up, an awkward mixture of startled, panicked and.. oddly fine. Sure, he recalls times where Telamon's done this exact thing to thing prior, it has been far too long from that. Seeing this from Hacklord, someone who claims to be oh so different from the deity- no, man he used to be. It was strange, he did not know if to be frightened or comforted by familiarity. Being slowly lowered into the corrupted giant's maw he scrambled to try and kick himself away, struggling much to Hacklord's amusement. " You were so still just now, what changed? " He snapped his teeth shut before the smaller, too familiar, too soon.. " Relax, unlike the others I have no plans to hurt you.. not much " He jested, though Builderman didn't see it as such. " .. Was kidding. I thought you wanted me to lighten up? " " That. Is not how you- "
Before he could protest further, Hacklord undid the binds and simply tossed the tiny admin into his mouth, trapping him with a clack of his teeth. Builderman's quick to not only process but attempt further struggle as well. Although much to his dismay begrudging enjoyment, He proceeds to be shoved between Hacklord's teeth, admittedly petrified and bracing himself for the possible pain ahead. Only to be met with gentle, almost loving gnawing. Soft nibbling almost like a puppy's playful biting. It felt strange, nice? Can he even say that it feels pleasant? Great now he's just embarrassing himself further as Hacklord begun to faintly chitter contently at the feeling and taste of the smaller admin.
The corrupted admin would slowly tilt his head back, parting his lips just enough for the tiny inside to get a glimpse of the outside and attempt to scramble for it. As opportunity approached, Builderman felt tempted to but he had a feeling where this was going to go.. and in truth he doesn't exactly mind it. And just as expected, Hacklord took a hefty swallow pulling Builderman's legs into his throat. He should've been trying to get himself out or at least just think of it but no, but to not let it be known he's pushing against the walls anyway as the external light fades and he's pushed into the tight oddly green fleshy tube with an audible gulp.
Hacklord let out a content hum as he followed Builderman's decent by trailing a finger over the bulge in his throat until it went past his collarbones. The corrupted admin let out a content chirp as he wiped his mouth of any stray drool. It was far too good to indulge like this again, especially with him. It felt like something in him just clicked, flipped the right switch where he's left smiling to himself with an all too happy sigh. Meanwhile Builderman was squeezed all the way down the larger's throat, wondering the entire time why he felt the way he does about it. Face tinted with embarrassment and reluctant enjoyment of the situation as he's dropped into the other's stomach.
Hacklord seems to snap out of his happy trance and acknowledge the tiny admin's arrival to his gut. " I think this is how I lighten up. Get comfortable, I have no intention of letting you leave so easily after showing up in my domain unannounced. " The wording made the situation too clear to the smaller, getting an honest laugh from Builderman in response. " You can just say you enjoyed it. " " Oh so you will? " He snapped back, leaving an awkward yet mutually understood silence at the realization of their feelings towards the scenario.. you'd think they would've been smart enough to tell the first few minutes no?
After what should've been a little too long Builderman sighs and gently rests himself against one of the stomach walls, rubbing small circles against it with his hand. " You don't have to say anything then.. I don't mind it " Hacklord merely chittered and left out a small burp only muffled by his hand, clearly embarrassed by such action, merely getting a quiet chuckle out of Builderman. The smaller knew that maybe staying here wasn't smart, he needed to get back to the others eventually but.. right now? It feels nice to be close to an old friend love again.
THIS TOOK ME WAY TOO LONG OUGH
HiI'm a Builderman fictive and im GAY AS FUCK FOR SHED/TELA/HACKS OWUFDIDIFHDOFU SO I WROTE THIS KAY IM HACKLORD BRAINROTTED AS FUCK PLEASE MORE PEOPLE MAKE CONTENT OF HIM OLEAE PLEASE-🐅
Can we be fed Hacklord vore.. maybe comfort vore where the reader takes Brighteyes's place? 👀
Hmmm, alr
Might tap into some complicated territory, maybe some angst even
No promises it will be amazing since im not too familiar with hacklord and such <:3
Familiar face
Tw: a bit angsty, forsaken, player takes semi role of shedletsky(will explain during the story hihihihi), open ended, oral vore, sword fighting, injury, fear play, shrinking, maw play
God, why was this happening now of all times! Few days, or weeks? Maybe months! You honestly had no idea how long after being in this purgatory for so long, but however long its been didnt matter. What mattered was that shedletsky dissapeared! He didnt die during a round, he just, didnt appear during it. Everyone thought he was just slacking off with distracting the killer, hence why noone saw him during the round, but after it ended noone saw him in the cabin nor anywhere. Maybe he managed to escape? You all hoped it was the case, but nonetheless specter didnt even move a finger to do anything with this fact
After shedletsky dissapeared rounds werent easy, as much as he was slacking off, his distractons did a lot. Guest, taph and 007n7 couldn’t keep it up without fourth person around. And thats when you came into play, since being here you were the medic, healing everyone with pizza and what not. But it came with being targeted the most during rounds…
One particular day shed managed to copy his sword with 7n7’s help, and gave you few lessons so you could protect yourself in any need. Tho it fell flat, when you relized that specter foresaw this option. Programming it so you could either have only one of the items on you, either pizza generating backpack or shedletskys sword
The sentintals came up with an idea for you to take shedletskys place for few rounds, since you possesed the sword copy and had a bit of sword fighting knowledge! And to make sure specter didnt found out about shedletsky escape, builderman found a spare set of his clothes in theyre cabin. You werent the smallest person, so the clothes fitted semi alright, expect for the pants, they kept falling down to your ankles if you didnt tie them strong enough- „i hope it works-„ taking a breath, a pungent smell hitted your nose „god has he ever washed these? They smell worse then kfc deep fryer” you smelled the shirt scrunching your nose „well, now the disguise is more convincing” builderman said, patting you on the back reassuringly
With the sword in hand you waited for the round to start, which to concern of everyone took longer than expected. You started to nervously pase around outside, stretching out, turning the sword in your hands. It was different this time, as you were playing a completely different role this time around. As if you were in a game- A sudden appeared flash of light, followed with that all too familiar shiver, the round has began.
This time around the map was glass houses, but everything seemed weirder than normal. There was no announcement who the killer was, and the whole map was swallowed up by weird fog. The whole ground up to your waist was covered in thick dark fog, with odd green particles mixed within it. Could it be 1x1? But why no announce it? The whole place had odd feel to it, as you started to walk around looking for machines and your companions „guys? Is anyone near?” You gripped the sword handle, making your knuckles go white, something was definitely wrong… there were no machines, or you couldnt just see them due to the fog. You climbed up one of the rock formations to have a better look, but all you saw was buildings and rocks sticking out from the fog and nobody around. It was weirdly quiet too… suddenly a figure emerged from the fog, not too far from you, wait was that-? „Shedletsky!”
You jumped down on the ground, almost tripping over as you run up to him „where have you been, weve been worried sick!” It was so weird seeing him when you were pretty much cosplaying as the admin, but who cared!
Suddenly you stopped, as the figure grew larger. He was standing up to his full height, that definitely wasnt shedletsky- his head turned towards you, at first you saw green glitches and assumed it was 1x1! But as the figure turned fully around, your heart sank „w-who are you, what d-did you do to s-shedletsky?!” Your voice was trembling, before you stood someone who looked like shedletsky and 1x1 combined! But make shed way rougher and less goofy looking… „a-are you specters new puppet or something?!” You tried keeping a stern voice, but the fear had a strong grip on you. Taking your sword, you took a battle stance pointing it at the opponent, the blade cluttering quietly from your hands trembling. The figure didnt even move, his gaze piercing into you with odd personal agenda towards you. It sended shivers down your whole body, you weren’t planning on standing there idly. Youd fight, even if it ment fighting shedletsky of all people
Without breaking the eye contact, the killer moved his hand to the side, suddenly manifesting a huge sword seemingly out of thin air. As green fog surrounded it, suddenly exploding away in the same green particles you saw before, the sword shined with menacing tinge. For a second you could your own terrifyed reflections in the huge blade. And before you knew, it flew right at you with air piercing swish
You barely managed to dodge the incoming attack, the massive blade managing to catch few stray hairs from your head and almost chipping your nose. Feeling the second attack come, you blocked it with your own sword, taking every strength in your body to push back. While the killer didnt move an inch, not even a flinch or blink at your sudden move. Your feet slipped, almost making you fall, god how was shed fighting wearing a pair of freaking dollar store slippers?! You quickly scrambled back on your feet, just to receive another blow from the blade, nicking your shoulder and drawing blood. Shit! Using the opportunity, you attacked back but you were quickly blocked „shed come on, snapped o-out of it!” You yelled desperately, which suddenly angered the man, his eyes burning with even stronger rage. Suddenly swinging his blade, he started to attack you widly, as you backed away trying to block even half of incoming attack. Before you managed to do anything, a sudden spartan kick was sold to you stomach, making you tumble on the ground few meters away „dont ever call me that.”
Dazed form the sudden knock back, you crawled up, coughing and groaning from the pain of being kicked in the stomach. As the heavy footsteps approached, you tried scrambling to your sword, which suddenly was caught by set of green glowing chains and bended over like a toothpick. You were too weak and beaten up to do anything, as you stared up at the imposing figure „lets end this” as the huge blade hovered above you, you braced for impact and feeling of glitching death that usually occured. But after bracing for what felt like eternity, nothing seemed to happen?
Before you could look up again, you felt yourself be lifted up, but not by hand or chains. As if force around you shifted, picking you back up, suddenly making you face to face with your opponent once again „tho actually, i would prefer something different this time” before you could ask what he ment, an odd stinge went down your whole body. As if your whole body fell asleep, and felt like tv static at the same time. Wait, why was he growing? Wait no, you were getting smaller! As the feeling went to a sudden halt, you were no bigger than a apple. Was he planning on crushing you in his hands? Or torturing you like some type of bug- „w-wait what are you plan-?!” Before you opened his huge maw, it was sectioned off in two parts, one looked somewhat normal, maybe a bit pale for normal huge, while the other part was black with green half of tounge and green tinged teeth. The force moved you right in front of the opened mouth „n-no no no, c-cant we t-talk this ou- mhhh?!” Your protests swiftly muffled, as your whole body was plopped inside, the moment your clothes touched his tounge a valve of saliva has opened up. As the teeth closed behind you with loud snap, almost bitting off your feet „hate to admit, i missed this flavor…” he mumbled with his mouth full, exhaling deeply with unsual contempt. His tounge wasted no time, moving you around, drenching your whole body in gallons of saliva, and teasingly putting you between the teeth bitting down you gently. Slamming your already exhausted and injured body to the roof of his mouth, before coming back to tossle you around like a piece of hard candy
Your body was slowly giving out, as exhaustion took its toll, any protests you dying down, any scream, cry or effort to escape drifting away. As you laid out on his tounge, like frog on a leaf. Taking a notice to it, the killer hummed in displeasure but tilted his head nonetheless to swallow theyre snack down. His throat contracting and decontracting around your tired body, sending you deeper down. Soon a small lump on his neck dissapeared past the collarbone with soft gluk from inside. In the confined space of his esophagus, saliva soaked clothes smelled even more like grease, making you feel like a chicken drumstick
Soon you arrived to the groaning organ, of the killers stomach. It was hot and tight, with barely any room to move, even with your small size in account. But at the very least you werent being actively digested, yet… „tch, wonder if the others will go down as easily as you did”
ANDDD THERE YOU HAVE IT FOLKS
I wrote it with hacklord wiki page opened on the other tab LOL
