Intro post! Minors dni (we get freaky around here)
Hello everybunny! I am an aspiring author who writes mostly yandere characters, whump, monster media, and similar romance and horror themes. My inbox is always open! If you have any questions about my works, suggestions, or topics you want me to cover, feel free to send an ask. I want to write stories for people who send asks as well! I find it to be a fun writing exercise :3
I'm a bit of a furry, freak, and other f words.
Pronouns: Any!
Age: 22
Masterlist: TBD
Kinks and topics I WILL write for: torture, dub con, non con, mild scenting, somno, edging, bondage, leashplay, transformation, blood play, cannibalism, monster fucking, pet play, degradation, amputation/medical play, WHUMP, yandere (oc, reader, or both), breeding (but not pregnancy), male x male (either or both can be ftm), gnc x male, and other things! Feel free to reach out if you're unsure, I am very accepting of most kinks, though!
Maybes, I'm just not very confident in my ability to write these topics, but I'm willing to try: latex, goo, forced chastity, androids, drinking/ drug usage, woman x woman
Things I WON'T write for: Feet, age play, scat, watersports, spit play, pregnancy, beastiality, bigotry (except for kinky gay degredation), heavy scenting/ musk, inflation, vore.
Hai hai! I'm Jude (he/him), the owner of this in-character blog! The game in question is called False-Mutton, and it is a visual novel for the Furry Games and Development Jam #5
I will keep everypuppy updated on game progress, dev updates, and interact with the silly people on my phone! Send any questions you have to me, and I will answer ASAP.
Me and the devs thank you for tuning in to this project, follow for more updates soon. Puppy out!
Apologies for my absence, I have been very busy and working on a new project!!! Please go show it some love, @caninebite and I are working very hard to complete it.
The blog is in character, feel free to go bully the puppyboy (he appreciates it greatly).
I am doing a the writing, and Canine is doing the art! I am honored to work with it on this project, we are having a blast :3
(Oh yea the game will be very pornographic and violent as a warning)
You're on tumblr, so I'm assuming you do. Anyway, I made an anonymous data survey. Gathering information about opinions on cannibalism in fiction. For my job. If you like cannibalism stories. Go take it
"Please, just let me go. I'm a person! Not an animal. Please. I can't take being held like an animal anymore." When he said this to me, I was quite intrigued. It'd only been a couple days in his new forever home with me, yet he dared to act like I had been holding him captive for years. He was complaining about being kept in a windowless basement, but it's not a jail cell! I'm giving him amazing conditions, so it can't be a lack of care. I took a deep breath and responded, "Now now my pet, you know I can't let you go. It's not even been a week since you arrived!"
"I didn't arrive by my own choice," he snapped. "I was taken. I thought I was finally free until you kidnapped me, and now I have nothing. Nothing! How can you treat anyone like this?" I furrow my brow, "Do not talk back to me. Ever. I love you, and I took you in because I wanted you. Don't you want to be wanted and loved?" I raised my voice and he shifted at that, I clearly struck a nerve. He was also upset at his allowed attire. I gave him a clean pair of boxers everyday, and that was all he needed. He had some odd scars in places, I guess he wanted those covered as well. I don't mind, though. I think all of his body is beautiful, even if it is scarred. I want to eviscerate whoever did this to him, NO ONE gets to hurt my darling but me. Regardless, he wanted more clothes, but he doesn't need them in my presence. He covered himself with his arms, something he liked to do when talking to me, as if I was just going to strike him out of nowhere. "Please, don't yell. S-sorry."
My heart shattered, how could I be so cruel? My love deserves the best, yelling is such an awful thing for me to do. I approach him slowly, with my claws held up in peace. I kneel on the bed where he laid, begging for forgiveness. "I apologize my dear, yelling was not alright. I accept your sorry, I am being unfair. It is only natural to fear me and your situation, but I promise I am doing what is best for you." Slowly, my paws traced his jawline, so beautiful and strong. My darling should never suffer again, I won't allow it. "I saw you, I watched you for so long. Your worries, your fears, the way you moved from town to town."
He shuddered at my touch, terrified of what I would do. Small sniffles dam an onslaught of tears waiting to burst, my words don't seem to help. I grasp him fully, bringing him to my chest. He fully lets go, sobbing in a way that seems foreign to him, as if he hasn't allowed himself to cry in too long. "I know it's scary, my dear. I won't yell again, I promise. No one will ever yell at you again, not if I can help it."
"Let go." He whispers between shaky breaths. "It hurts. I want to be alone. Please." I squeeze him one last time before drawing away, lingering for longer than he would like. I can't help it, I want to hold him so tightly always. I put a small kiss to his forehead and draw away from the bed silently, against my wishes. Relationships have give and take, so I have to be patient. I can't give him all of my love so soon, he wouldn't like that. No one likes that. I am too much, too monstrous and obsessive. I stare from the doorway, unable to fully look away from the center of my world. "Would you like anything to eat? I can get anything you could wish for." It's a poor attempt at comforting him, and he simply looks down and shakes. I close the door behind me, and I faintly hear a deep, deep sigh of relief.
I have been so terribly lonely as of late, so I wrote my desperation into this piece on a lover, and his loved recently turned into something inhuman. Gay vampires ahead! No smut, but it is very erotic in nature
I haven't updated in so long... anyways if anyone wants more reblog and send asks!
“P-please, just hold me, dear. I'd do anything for your warmth.” He didn't look at me the same since I changed. I couldn't help what I became, and I couldn't help what I desired. His embrace became distant, yet I only wanted his presence more. His smell, his alluring scent, pulled me deep into his grasp. I could notice the very way he bathed, breathed, looked at me with fear in his eyes. His love was still there, but his humanity knew I was no longer of his kind.
“I love you, my only. However, I cannot be near you right now. I cannot trust your form, your pale cold face sends a chill to my heart. I hope you understand my pause, I need to live with the changes that have come unto you.” He did not leave my eyes, his love for me still clear. I can feel myself losing a part of my control, the urge to take him was undeniable.
The night I had met my first end, he held me until I revived. His tears fell for hours as my form agonized and twisted into something dark yet darker. I still grow darker as my lust for life overtakes me slowly. The moon held me that night as well as my dear, the softest glow holding me while I rose again.
I haven't fed in days. He insisted on keeping me here, keeping me in a state of spiral and hunger. My dear has locked me up for his own good, not mine. I would not dare to end him, to take too much from him. He has taken my freedom in exchange for safety. His looks grow ever more enticing as my mind wanders to his flesh. “My dear, I promise not to hurt you. My hand, hold my hand at least. Your soft glow soothes my soul. Without it I cannot persist.”
His fear was palpable, so tangible that I could taste it in the air, a taste that left me with need. He approached closer, the dim light bringing more sullen need with the closure of distance. His shaking fingertips met mine, and I began to weep. “Thank you, thank you. My dear, please stay with me. If I cannot feed I will lose myself to this monster I've become, I would lose all I know of you. Please bring me something to feast upon, something to sustain the mind I have left. If it could be you, your love and flesh, then I would never be without you within me.” I slowly grasp his hand fully, the blood flowing through him fueling my heart. I squeeze tight, eager to not let him go anytime soon.
“Do not hurt me, my only. My love for you has not dimmed, I want to shed my anxieties and come closer. I want you to love and remember me, and if you have to feed then I have few options. Can you make me a promise, my dear?” His expecting eyes, his innocent and adoring eyes, were nothing I could argue with.
“Yes, my dear. Anything you desire I will grant.” I grasp him tighter with my other hand, begging for him to stay. “Then feed from me. Slowly and with care. If I live, then I would hold you forevermore. If I die, then die with me. Do not stay here without me. I could not handle staying away from you, even in the afterlife.”
“Of course. I could never dream of being in any world without you. Please come close then. Please let me live with you, let me sustain our fire.” He got down to his knees, and grasped my jaw. My need for him nearly came over me, my desire for his blood. I waited for him to bare himself to me, my patience being nothing short of indescribably difficult. At last, he lowered his collar and swept aside his hair, his delicate and soft hair. His trust in me not shaken by my form any longer, I leaned in to him. The starvation within me was present with every breath as I approached. I kissed him first, to show my dear that my love was more alive than my body. His lips noticed my fangs, and pierced themselves onto them. I gasped as his lifeforce filled my mouth, his taste gracing me with splendor. I sustained my grasp on his lips, pulling him in closer. His blood filled my mouth as the warm red flowed into me.
This bloody kiss left my breath shaky, his pained inhale matching the life I was taking. As I pulled away from his lips, a string of crimson connected our mouths. His eyes told me that he could give more, so much more. My hunger wasn't yet sated, and my mind had not returned to me. My heart only burned for him more as I left kiss after his unto his skin. Trailing down further along his neck, the sweat and adrenaline the most delicious reward I could ask for. Bruises formed as I lapped at his soft skin, a distraction from the fangs I was about to dig into him with. The sharp teeth trailed his neck, wanting to go further each second. When my desire finally overtook me, I released my tensions. His agony was subtle, yet audible as he groaned into my ears. He pleaded for me to not kill him, something I could not guarantee as long as he was in my arms. His nails dug into the fabric of my shirt, with a desperation I had not seen before. He was enjoying the loss of his spirit, something I had to indulge him in. I slowly took his blood drop by drop into me. The blissful feeling had me in a date of wonder as I tasted his beauty. I could not let anything stain his clothes, so I licked and sucked away at the wound. As I felt him growing weaker, my own fears rose. I was not full, yet I had to stop. I could not fully drain my dear, I simply could not bring myself to that extreme.
I pulled away from his flesh with a speed I had to use, even if it hurt him. Leaving him slowly would only draw me in more, and I could not cause his demise. He dug into me further, wrapping himself around me. I passionately gave the most affection I could, with the warmth I obtained from him circling through me. My chains came undone, and my dear went limp.
His slow breathing was apparent to me, and his heart beat was soothing as I felt it pulse in my grasp. I had carried him to bed, with a bandage around his wound. We survived this night together, this event that could have ended terribly. I kissed him goodnight as I watched over him until dawn.
A king and his closest knight, the knight thwarting an assassination attempt at nearly the cost of his life. A bit angsty, and bit dramatic, and very sweet.
I have been so terribly lonely as of late, so I wrote my desperation into this piece on a lover, and his loved recently turned into something inhuman. Gay vampires ahead! No smut, but it is very erotic in nature
I haven't updated in so long... anyways if anyone wants more reblog and send asks!
“P-please, just hold me, dear. I'd do anything for your warmth.” He didn't look at me the same since I changed. I couldn't help what I became, and I couldn't help what I desired. His embrace became distant, yet I only wanted his presence more. His smell, his alluring scent, pulled me deep into his grasp. I could notice the very way he bathed, breathed, looked at me with fear in his eyes. His love was still there, but his humanity knew I was no longer of his kind.
“I love you, my only. However, I cannot be near you right now. I cannot trust your form, your pale cold face sends a chill to my heart. I hope you understand my pause, I need to live with the changes that have come unto you.” He did not leave my eyes, his love for me still clear. I can feel myself losing a part of my control, the urge to take him was undeniable.
The night I had met my first end, he held me until I revived. His tears fell for hours as my form agonized and twisted into something dark yet darker. I still grow darker as my lust for life overtakes me slowly. The moon held me that night as well as my dear, the softest glow holding me while I rose again.
I haven't fed in days. He insisted on keeping me here, keeping me in a state of spiral and hunger. My dear has locked me up for his own good, not mine. I would not dare to end him, to take too much from him. He has taken my freedom in exchange for safety. His looks grow ever more enticing as my mind wanders to his flesh. “My dear, I promise not to hurt you. My hand, hold my hand at least. Your soft glow soothes my soul. Without it I cannot persist.”
His fear was palpable, so tangible that I could taste it in the air, a taste that left me with need. He approached closer, the dim light bringing more sullen need with the closure of distance. His shaking fingertips met mine, and I began to weep. “Thank you, thank you. My dear, please stay with me. If I cannot feed I will lose myself to this monster I've become, I would lose all I know of you. Please bring me something to feast upon, something to sustain the mind I have left. If it could be you, your love and flesh, then I would never be without you within me.” I slowly grasp his hand fully, the blood flowing through him fueling my heart. I squeeze tight, eager to not let him go anytime soon.
“Do not hurt me, my only. My love for you has not dimmed, I want to shed my anxieties and come closer. I want you to love and remember me, and if you have to feed then I have few options. Can you make me a promise, my dear?” His expecting eyes, his innocent and adoring eyes, were nothing I could argue with.
“Yes, my dear. Anything you desire I will grant.” I grasp him tighter with my other hand, begging for him to stay. “Then feed from me. Slowly and with care. If I live, then I would hold you forevermore. If I die, then die with me. Do not stay here without me. I could not handle staying away from you, even in the afterlife.”
“Of course. I could never dream of being in any world without you. Please come close then. Please let me live with you, let me sustain our fire.” He got down to his knees, and grasped my jaw. My need for him nearly came over me, my desire for his blood. I waited for him to bare himself to me, my patience being nothing short of indescribably difficult. At last, he lowered his collar and swept aside his hair, his delicate and soft hair. His trust in me not shaken by my form any longer, I leaned in to him. The starvation within me was present with every breath as I approached. I kissed him first, to show my dear that my love was more alive than my body. His lips noticed my fangs, and pierced themselves onto them. I gasped as his lifeforce filled my mouth, his taste gracing me with splendor. I sustained my grasp on his lips, pulling him in closer. His blood filled my mouth as the warm red flowed into me.
This bloody kiss left my breath shaky, his pained inhale matching the life I was taking. As I pulled away from his lips, a string of crimson connected our mouths. His eyes told me that he could give more, so much more. My hunger wasn't yet sated, and my mind had not returned to me. My heart only burned for him more as I left kiss after his unto his skin. Trailing down further along his neck, the sweat and adrenaline the most delicious reward I could ask for. Bruises formed as I lapped at his soft skin, a distraction from the fangs I was about to dig into him with. The sharp teeth trailed his neck, wanting to go further each second. When my desire finally overtook me, I released my tensions. His agony was subtle, yet audible as he groaned into my ears. He pleaded for me to not kill him, something I could not guarantee as long as he was in my arms. His nails dug into the fabric of my shirt, with a desperation I had not seen before. He was enjoying the loss of his spirit, something I had to indulge him in. I slowly took his blood drop by drop into me. The blissful feeling had me in a date of wonder as I tasted his beauty. I could not let anything stain his clothes, so I licked and sucked away at the wound. As I felt him growing weaker, my own fears rose. I was not full, yet I had to stop. I could not fully drain my dear, I simply could not bring myself to that extreme.
I pulled away from his flesh with a speed I had to use, even if it hurt him. Leaving him slowly would only draw me in more, and I could not cause his demise. He dug into me further, wrapping himself around me. I passionately gave the most affection I could, with the warmth I obtained from him circling through me. My chains came undone, and my dear went limp.
His slow breathing was apparent to me, and his heart beat was soothing as I felt it pulse in my grasp. I had carried him to bed, with a bandage around his wound. We survived this night together, this event that could have ended terribly. I kissed him goodnight as I watched over him until dawn.
I haven't been active much on tumblr lately, and I feel a subtle sense of disappointment in myself. My creative passions have been lacking lately, and I need to get back on the horse, so to speak.
I feel more energy, even though my work life is more frustrating than ever. I've rebuilt much of my scenario for the story I am creating, so it is difficult to stay consistent with the posts I make in the context of that story's world. I need to make a better tagging system regardless.
okay but I love it when the whumpee's fears are never confirmed. Like, they've been captured by a Carewhumper, but Carewhumper isn't going to hurt them and has no intentions of hurting them. Does Whumpee know that? Nope. Do they have good reason to believe that? Also no. Nothing painful is going to happen to them, but imagine the crushing anxiety of anticipation where Whumpee keeps waiting for this other shoe to drop but there is no other shoe at all.
Meanwhile Carewhumper is trying to spoil them with affection and gifts but poor Whumpee keeps flinching and waiting to get stabbed or hit or tortured instead.
"create the things you wish existed" writes a 500k+ word mlm fic with enemies to lovers, rape/non-con elements, suicide attempt, whump, hurt/comfort, angst, slow burn, non-consensual drug use, Stockholm syndrome, post traumatic stress disorder — PTSD, feelings, dead dove do not eat, sexual slavery, blood and gore, injury recovery, forced prostitution, anal fingering, anal sex, blow jobs, dom/sub, power imbalance tags
I recently watched a video essay regarding early English literature and it's correspondence with cannibalism. The word "cannibal" has unfortunately always been based in racism against indigenous cultures. I wish anthropophage was a more accepted and well known term, if not just for this fact. I want to eat people in its own merit, not based on race or other bigotry.
As a result of this video I watched by GlutenbergBible, I feel a need to write more about eating those I love. I don't view cannibalism as an inherently gross or evil act, especially if there is consent involved. The youtuber's stance, her distain for the topic rather, reflects a largely accepted idea of othering and disregarding those that wish to or have indulged in human flesh.
I'll link to the video at the end of this post, as I find it quite worth the watch. I am appreciative of this essay as it breaks down early views on the topic and discusses them. I am glad that in modern views and media, we rely less on bigotry and more on desire. Instead of a bold display of inhumane acts, modern depictions of human eating are more sensual and loving. I'd love to know the thoughts of other cannibals on this site to provide input into how they view this video and their views on cannibalism as a whole.
I'm trying to use masculine language for genitalia, I know some trans men prefer to still call their parts by feminine names, but this is just what I felt was right for me. :3
You found yourself tossing and turning that night, unable to sleep. Your partner tried to console you, confort you in their arms. You couldn't sleep for that reason, though. You were too excited for what's was to come within your slumber. You and your partner had planned it out carefully, going over dos and don'ts for when you went to sleep. Now, on the verge of slumber, you couldn't keep your eyes shut.
After some careful backrubs and a small snack, you were able to completely fall unconscious. Making sure you were sound asleep, your partner got ready to take control of you. They made sure to dress you up like a perfect toy beforehand, with your favorite boxers and t-shirt. Taking care to unwrap you, they lowered your boxers, blushing at the sight of your cock and hole. Climbing on top of you, they couldn't help but stare hungrily for a while, taking in the amount of power they held. They pet your soft skin at first, trailing from your chest down to your treasure trail. Perhaps the best part of all this was getting to simply take in the view at their own pace. Getting harder and harder, their length brushed against your lower half as they began to lean in closer and closer.
Their breathing picked up, taking in how handsome you were. Your gentle breaths made you look so sweet, so helpless as you were about to get what was coming for you. They couldn't help but subtly grind against you, groaning softly at first. You were just too hard to resist after all. They brought your boxers close and inhaled your scent, subtle yet warm after you had just showered. The subtle body wash clinging to the fabric made their senses overwhelmed with need for you. They mumbled into the article of clothing, a simple chant of their lust and desire. Fucking you was something they needed to do now, especially when your body was so ripe for the picking.
Lowering their free hand down past your hips, they slowly stroked your member. Feeling it get a little bit harder was the nail in the coffin for them, all the further consent they needed. They had to use your body now. You were just too perfect. They shivered in ecstasy as they picked them self up and slowly lowered down into you. You were nothing short of magical, closing around them so perfectly. Through the many times you two had done this, none had been as so effortless and claiming. They sunk further into you, slowly at first. Building up to a constant thrust was no easy task, as each little bump and grind sent shockwaves into your partner's penis. A little mumble escaped your lips enough to guide them to their goal. Once fully inside, they began to slowly grind into you. A leisurely pace was all they could handle with your hot body at first. They cooed and praised how well you were doing, only to fall on slumbering ears. You couldn't fight back. How perfect for them. They almost laughed at how easy it was to use you and make you theirs. Picking up the pace, they grunted just a bit louder. Not too loud as to not wake you up, though.
You felt so good to them, almost unbearably phenomenal. Their face twisted, and jaws opened slightly, unable to keep a straight face through all the pleasure. They were already getting close, and it'd only been a few minutes. Being buried inside you was always a treat, something to appraise as a fine delicacy. Their speed picked up even more, eager for release. A whole body shiver made them tremble with want from your entrancing body, pulling them in even more. They couldn't take it anymore, not a single second. They mumbled your name, stumbling over the first letter as they spilled out into you and painted your insides white. Pulling out, they brought you into their warm embrace. They couldn't be done just yet anyway, as you hadn't gotten the chance to be ruined from their touch. After a few minutes of holding you close, they had to go down and suck you off. Starting from the bottom, they trailed their tongue up your folds and onto your member. They couldn't help but moan at your salty, sweet taste, and teased you from side to side. Placing one hand on your lower thigh, the other went directly into you. Climaxes always felt better when both of your sensitive spots were being fondled after all. Alternating between tongue work and sucking, your body felt pleasure all over, threatening to wake you up. Slowing down meant a longer session, but they didn't mind. They were quite used to this, training their mouth to not get tired from the action. Squeezing your thigh rhythmically, they worked their way around your lower half till you couldn't stop squirming. With a final grumble, your body came undone, soaking their hands in yourself. They couldn't help but pull out their fingers and suck on them, admiring the irresistible ambrosia that was your cum. Moaning at your taste, they settled down by your side, praising you for a job well done. Tattered, short breaths escaped them as they knew they had done well.
Whumper who wouldn't dare hurt a hair on Whumpee's head. No, they love them so much, they'd kill for them without an ounce of hesitation--and they have.
When Whumper accidentally roughs Whumpee up, they're apologizing frantically and cradling them, almost in tears. Even when it's not their fault, they're panicking over their beloved Whumpee.
But just because they wouldn't physically hurt them doesn't mean they won't kidnap them, threaten their loved ones, and keep them locked in the basement.
Reader x serial killer husband thoughts: You husband wants you more than anything on earth, living or dead.
If people like this i might turn it into an actual story ;3
● Your husband wants nothing more than to kill you and take apart your insides, savoring, and tasting them. If he eats you, then you'll always be his.
● The news has deemed a new serial killer in your city, and all the victims match your description. Your increasing unease climbs with each kill, but your husband assures you that he will protect you always.
● Your husband comes home from work with a small red stain on his shoes. You think it must be nothing, surely it's just some pen ink or paint.
● Your husband gets off to the thought of killing you and uses his victims to fill his unquenchable thirst for your blood. You noticed that everytime a murder is displayed on the news, your husband is just a bit more affectionate than usual.
● Your meals have been more and more extravagant lately, each tasting better than the last. A distinct flavor you can't place your finger on in the main course.
● Your husband loves you too much to kill you, so he finds substitutes where he can. Who knows how much longer he can keep hiding this desperate need for you?
I love the idea of domestically taking care of your captor, making you slowly see them as more than just a villain.
I noticed that the monster looked even more ruffled and matted than usual. It smelled clean enough when it came up and hugged me from behind, but its fur was incredibly tangled and coarse. It noticed, of course, it would notice its own deterioration. It went up to me with a brush one day after it made lunch, and I was lying in bed taking a nap. "Darling, could you help me? I can't reach my back very well," it growled. With its long limbs, it could obviously reach, so I guess it just wanted an excuse for me to brush it. I'm half asleep from my nap, yawning as I pick up the brush. It coos to me as I slowly start to brush its back. I'm scared at first, as I don't know if it'll snap at me when I make a mistake. It doesn't, however, as it never does. I can't get past my old situation. It's hard to adjust to something being gentle with me. I hear a clicking noise after a while, and I think it is coming from the beast. "Are you alright? Am I doing something wrong? I'm sorry. Please. Please don't hurt me."
"Hurt you, darling? You're doing a great job. I'm grinding my teeth together, is all. We rabbits have to keep our teeth from growing too large. Here." It grabs my shoulder and pulls me in close. Its fur feels much softer after my brushing, and its large and raspy breaths are soothing in a way. I guess I haven't done anything to upset it after all, unless it wants to hurt me while I'm so cozy and sleepy. I keep trying to drag the brush through all the tangled fur, and my strokes become slower and slower as I fall asleep in the monster's arms.
When I wake up, I notice all the shedded fur on my bed. I'm under the covers, and two thin, long arms are securing me down. "Finally up, my dear? I thought you'd sleep the whole night. It's past dinner, I thought you needed the rest more. Besides, when am I going to get the opportunity again to hold you so close? You're so cute when you sleep. It's even cuter with the lights on." I rub my eyes sleepily and cling to the monster's now much softer fur. It must have brushed itself a bit while I was sleeping.
I come to my senses and realize that the being I'm holding is the very same one that kidnapped me, and I pull back. "What's wrong? You haven't finished what you started. You have to finish grooming me. Or else." There it is. The threats. I pick up the brush and keep going till my arms are sore. It picks up my hands and removes the tool from them. It pulls me in again and compliments my work. It presses its whiskers against my face and nuzzles me. It does this on occasion, apparently, to get its scent on me. If it's being so kind to me now, then maybe being here won't be so bad compared to the alternative. If i went back there, I might just die. I'd die. So I guess this is better. I'll still escape, but at least it won't hurt as much until I do.
