Jkknight: After Hours

Welcome to the dark side of my writings, no one is safe. It you want softness, go back to my regular blog, things go hard here. This is nsfw space, minor interaction will not be tolerated.

[jkknight-after-hours]

Welcome to the nightshift~

This space is nsfw, minors kindly unfollow

Hello to those who seek a more bitter brand of story compared to the ones I usually create, gone are cotton candy fluff and sugary sweet snip-its. Here is where I lay out my darker drinks and spicer items. The strings of fate are pulled tighter and every action has a consequence. I can still whip you up a story for you with a darker imagination, but should you be brave enough to enter the world I make you, there’s no guarantee you’ll make it out again.

Enjoy your time here you brave souls, and welcome to the dark side of this witches hut, maybe you won’t be turned into a toad, or end up in a cup of tea.

Now, how may I be of service~?

While its good to eat and drink something, be extra careful what you pick up here.

Writing list~

If I indulge~

When I get the chance to be the devourer

My thought on marking

What if you got hickeys before being swallowed

[jkknight-after-hours]

I’m going to say this now, I will not stand for minors interaction as this blog is classified as nsfw. You can enjoy my other works until you are no longer classified as one, but I will fully block any minor who goes against this.

I don’t give a damn about having a following, I’m just writing to have fun and I won’t risk my irl life just because you think your mature enough to handle/ understand it.

[everchased]

can someone please get these hoes under control i'm BUSY

[jkknight-after-hours]

Hickey’s for prey

Another vorish thought inspired by my poor unassuming partner.

I will be going into a considered nsfw topic so this is your warning and to not read further if subjects like this bother you.

You’re still here? Good.

Italics are my irl inspiration if you would like to skip straight to the vorish thought.

So by definition a hickey is caused by sucking on the skin until the blood vessels under them burst, sometimes teeth are involved, but it is mostly done with the lips. The other things about hickeys are the reason they are made, some are made with the heat of the moment and passion, while others are a visual stake of claim. I can’t tell you the metaphorical rush that went though my mind when I saw that mark, a mark that I made on their skin, a mark to show they are not available. (Don’t worry for my partner, I have a matching mark that was quickly laughed at during work today)

But what about a predator marking their favorite prey, or a prey they released with a calling card that they are to become their next meal. If they are the same size It wouldn’t be to different from a lovers act ( and could be confused as one by anyone passing by) the predator using their teeth as well as tongue to raise the mark. Tasting the skin of the preys neck while the pulse flutters under their stroking tongue, possibly leaving impressions of their teeth within the red skin. They could leave just one mark of varying sizes ( a small one that only they know the location of, or a massive one that matches the maw of the predator) or multiple that paint the prey’s skin in reds and purples.

In the size difference situation, it could be the preys whole limb being marked, their arm or leg being held in the giants maw with enough suction to almost pull it out of its socket while the tongue cradles it..and the teeth pressing down warningly if they struggle too much.

But how can you fault a pred getting lost in the process of marking their chosen prey, they already have their mouth on them, tasting them, maybe even lightly chewing on them. It’s all too easy to get lost in that bliss... that is until their mouth is empty and they don’t feel as hungry anymore.

oh well~

[cypric-rat-hyperfixation]

[wertercatt]

*pushes the button and holds it down for an excessively long time before releasing it. and then waits*

[cypric-rat-hyperfixation]

[the-true-pink-ninja]

*presses the button* *presses the button* *presses the button* *presses the button* *presses the button* *presses the button* *presses the button* *presses the button* *presses the button* *presses the button* *presses the button* *presses the button* *presses the button* *presses the button* *presses the button* *presses the button* *presses the button* *presses the button* *presses the button* *presses the button* *presses the button* *presses the button* *presses the button* *presses the button* *presses the button* *presses the button* *presses the button* *presses the button* *presses the button* *presses the bu-

[oldblogbones-deactivated2022020]

[moved-2-sillyfunny]

*Just barely pushes down the button for a very short amount of time*

[grelliam]

[mageless]

*accidentally spills their water on the button and pressed it while trying to clean up*

[cypric-rat-hyperfixation]

[jack-the-lion]

So many little friends!

[hexedbug]

scp experiment log

[ramen-guy-221]

SCP-7238: Push For Rat

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-7238 is to be kept in a secure minor-anomaly storage locker at Site 54. Any personnel may interact with or operate SCP-7238 upon request As of Incident-7238-Alpha, only personnel of level 2 or above may access SCP-7238. Object Description: SCP-7238 is a blue button made of plastic, approx. 7 in (17.78 cm) in diameter. SCP-7238's surface is made of a glossy blue polycarbonate plastic of unusually high density, and it is labeled in black text "push for rat". The border of SCP-7238 is a less dense, glossy black polycarbonate plastic. When SCP-7238 is released after being pressed, a seemingly non-anomalous rat (a random member of the genus Rattus) will be created with certain attributes related to the circumstances surrounding SCP-7238 being pressed.

Experiment Log: 

11/██/20██ (Researcher A. Stein): SCP-7238 was pressed down for 8.23 seconds. Upon releasing the button, a large (8 in, 6.42 lbs) rat of indeterminate species appeared 2 meters in front of Researcher Stein.

12/██/20██ (Researcher P. Trunin): SCP-7238 was pressed 30 times in rapid succession. Upon releasing the button for the final time, 30 average-sized rats of varying species appeared in a pile in front of Researcher Trunin.

12/██/20██ (Senior Researcher H. Townsend): SCP-7238 was pressed lightly for 150 milliseconds. Upon releasing the button, an unusually small (<3 inches length) rat of indeterminate species appeared on top of Senior Researcher Townsend's hand. Senior Researcher Townsend has since adopted the rat and is caring for it. As of 2/██/20██, it has not exhibited growth, but exhibits no other anomalous effects.

1/██/20██ (Junior Researcher M. Agel): SCP-7238 was accidentally pressed after Junior Researcher Agel spilled his water on it and attempted to clean it up. Adjacent to the button, a small, wet rat of indeterminate species appeared. The fluid found on the rat was found to be non-anomalous water (H2O), and was chemically identical (including mineral concentration) to the water in Junior Researcher Agel's bottle.

Incident Log:    

* Incident-7238-Alpha: A research assistant unintentionally left a clipboard laying on SCP-7238. Upon removing the clipboard, a colossal brown rat (Rattus norvegicus), 30 feet in length and measured to weigh approx. 2/3 of a ton, appeared in the containment area adjacent to the room SCP-7238 was in. No fatalities occurred due to this, but a minor Euclid-class containment breach occurred and 2 personnel were injured. The research assistant was reprimanded.

[thevillaincodex-deactivated2023]

@rat-fanatic @sevastopolcrew

[jkknight-after-hours]

@plant-gt-thought-box

[jkknight-after-hours]

I have to eat on a schedule. You see, I have a condition that's commonly known as acid reflux, though mine is a little different than the standard symptoms. Sure I can't overindulge like most and certain foods activate my system enough to make me sick (not that I would even say which ones, that's too easy), but here's the kicker-

My stomach let's me know when it wants to be filled.

Sure I can eat outside this time frame with little issue, but I can feel the burning need when I don’t. It becomes rather vocal, and it's almost as if it's intentionally forcing acid into my esophagus to say “fill me or you’ll regret it.” It’s always punctual, and never forgiving, so I don't bother delaying its demand.

So a word of warning to those that share my company, I'm safe to be around the majority of the time, but be aware of my internal timer. When it goes off and I feel the first burns of discomfort, I will not hesitate to relieve it, no matter my chosen company.

So no hard feelings~

[jkknight-after-hours]

Hmmm.. ya know I was thinking of sneaking onto the table to get some snacks.. but maybe I should wear a high visibility vest before I do that o-O

That's depends on the giant guests we have, is it safer to be accidently picked up by one unknowing, or be visible to the ones actively looking for a more..”lively” snack.

I'll leave the choice to you my little minty marshmallow, but do tread carefully~

[plant-gt-thought-box]

Trip Back Home

Hoi!!! This is the second chapter for me and @jkknight98 AU where making together! I really hope all of you enjoy it!

TW- Mention of child neglect and bullying

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Tommy woke up with a jolt as he heard loud thunder ringing throughout the cave he and the giants where staying in, he quickly climbed out of Techno’s cape (which he had been using as a bed) and moved closer to the pink haired Giant. He squeezed his way underneath Techno’s hand desperately trying to block out the thunder as it continued to rage outside.

The blonde yelped as the giant fingers slowly curled around him and he was slowly lifted up into the air, he curled up into a ball as he was held in front of a giant red eye that looked directly at him. “Kid…what are you doing up this late?”

Tommy looked away from Techno desperately trying to hide his fear and stop himself from flinching as more thunder went off outside, he quickly came up with a good lie. “I-I thought something touched me in my sleep! I thought it might have been a centipede so I came over to you hoping you would scare it off!”

Keep reading

[jkknight-after-hours]

Hey people, this is the second chapter of mine and plants shared au, come check it out

[jkknight-after-hours]

Whoops

Should've listened to the warning

Picked something from the snacks table, turns out that wasn't, a potato chip, and was, indeed a tiny person.

Eh, they tasted nice at least.

Hm, that's on them, unfortunately. If they linger on the snack table too long, it's not hard to imagine them becoming snacks themselves..Especially as you said, some of them smell as good as they might taste.

But at least you got a snack that didn't turn back to bite you, some of them do have surprises in them~

[find-the-beauty-within]

The person I reblogged this from deserves to be happy

[priincessolivee-deactivated2025]

I tried to scroll past this. I really did

[jkknight-after-hours]

Speaking of the sam fic... im working on some fanart.... and the gore was so extreme that i needed to look up skeleton hand diagram...ill share it here first as this is the gorey place (:/

Ooh that’s exciting, I can’t wait to see it

[jkknight-after-hours]

I don't know how I feel about this, this is way to much cuphead vibes for me.

[jkknight-after-hours]

Pred view (hard version)

Tw: hard vore, bitting, digestion.

I don’t get to indulge often, I’m more inclined to release those I put away, especially as they are normally those I hold fondness for.

But those I do get to play with, I enjoy them for as long as I can. I can dunk them into my tea, watching them sputter and thrash in the hot liquid while I use a spoon to push them back should they try to climb over the rim. I would even use said spoon to push them under the liquid, but not letting them drown as that would be too easy.

If I didn’t feel like tea I would dunk them in my various toppings, roll them in sugar, drizzle them in honey or caramel. I like the natural taste when I plan to release one, that way I could easily imagine savoring their taste again when I get the opportunity to store them once more. But for those I get to keep, I want to work to get their natural flavor, even as they voice their appropriate displeasure at the situation. I would pull them in halfway at first, either legs or head since I was never one to lick things like ice cream. If I went with the legs I would relish in their yelling as I pulled each limb between my teeth, digging into the tense flesh until I get the faint taste of copper, but not breaking bone. If I went head first I would move the tiny body until I had their head between my teeth, listening to them scream as if I would pop the source of their entire self like a grape, but I wouldn’t do that. Thats no fun.

Either way I would lift them above my head with my jaws opened wide to show them where they will end up, where they will be processed into nutrients, where they as an individual will be over...and drop them.

I would savor the feeling of them fighting against the muscles of my throat, feeling the minute fluttering under my skin as the lump traveled from under my chin to vanish from sight under my collarbone, but not vanishing from touch. I would remain motionless as I would feel the soft fluttering brush past my heart and lungs, and only shift into a relaxed position one they’ve reached the final destination.

They wouldn’t end their journey alone though, with a stethoscope pressed to my skin, I would listen to every pitiful threat, begs for release, and the sobbing of acceptance. I could be kind and drink enough liquid for them to run out of air to breath, or I would be cruel and chew some antacids when it got too much and swallow more air to prolong the process. I would speak with them until they were no longer themselves.. reduced to nothing but a calorie rich sludge for my body to convert.

But again.... this is only when I get the rare chance to indulge~

[jkknight-after-hours]

*chanting*

ANGST ANGST ANGST DEATH DEATH DEATH WOOOOOOOOO

All in due time, I actually have something almost finished for this blog.

[smolcinnamonchipmunk]

I want to make stuff, drawing and writing, but I end up just sitting in my free time thinking about how I want to do stuff but not able to make myself do anything. I don't know if it's burnout or executive dysfunction, but I do apologize for not being able to do much

[jkknight-after-hours]

*Has arrived*

Welcome to the night shift ~

Content should arrive by the end of the week at least