Okay since like everyone I know has a master list I will be making one too for ease of access for like everyone stumbling across this blog. It’s always gonna be a wip cuz I’m pretty sure I’m missing some stuff
Note: there are aus with soft vore, fatal vore, and bunch of other things. This blog is sfw tho! Just yeah uhhh enjoy lmfao
thatoneteadrinker666’s Masterlist
Extermination Au:
First Idea
Chicken or Pork?
Finding a Colony
Career Day
The Lucky One
Tiny Escape (a drabble)
Food Aggression Snippet
Sudden Willingness
A Hat Unfit to Wear
Tags related to the au: #extermination au, #ask, #Bothersome Borrowers, #tw vore
Keeper Au:
No official posts yet aisjjsskj this has gotta be updated
I've been scrolling though the extermination au for mcyts and honestly? I would like a spin on it where the exterminator is the exterminated, like x gets called for an infestation problem and instead gets hunted for sport by another human for the entertainment of an elite group of borrowers and it turns out like hundreds of exterminators have died this way, idk if the tag is dead/for use of the creator only but like, it sounds so cool to me, idk maybe I just hate the thought of a humanoid thing being considered a "pest" and wanna see a redemption ark for them, either way.
Heyyyy y’all! It’s been a while- mainly because I had school and also really bad depression for the longest time. Admittedly the depression is still here and school is in a week but heyyyyy at least I wrote something! So yeah addition to extermination au-
A Hat Unfit to Wear
Warnings: mentions of digestion, ambiguous ending, fear, definitely not safe vore, Wilbur back at it again
Eret squinted, trying to make out a face from the flesh colored blur of his attacker. Normally Fundy would’ve helped describe their surroundings, but he’d vanished about twenty minutes ago. So Eret was left on his own to navigate his environment. Normally it was empty. But today, apparently not.
“Who are you? What are you doing here?” He asked, straining to see the owner of the warm hand he was caught in.
They only laughed, bringing Eret closer to their face, the mouth specifically, which turned up into a grin. “I’m the one they call to fix things. Things that you and your little friend and the rest of your kind ruin.”
“My friend? Fundy? You saw him?” Eret ignored what they’d said in favor of focusing on Fundy. She liked Fundy a lot. They were good friends. She’d like him back.
“Ohh. Fundy. Fun-dy. He was fun. I definitely saw him. I could..bring you to him.”
Eret perked up, ignoring a slight dribble of drool that slid near his face. “Yes! That would be so kind of you!” She beamed.
“I am kind, aren’t I? Fixing things for very little pay. Reuniting.. whatever you two were.” The giant scoffed.
“Were..?”
——
Wilbur snapped his jaws over the borrower and slurped them up, shoving his tongue into their face. They didn’t react immediately like most, instead patting and feeling over it with their tiny hands. And then shrieking.
“No! Please! I just want to see him again!”
Wilbur only laughed, curling his tongue around the borrower and pulling them close to his throat. They were slower to struggle than most. It seemed they had to feel around first before struggling. Less fun than the other one. Though he could still feel the little hairs of their tail tickling the back of his throat. Wilbur brought his chin up and let the borrower slide into his throat with a cute little shriek.
He let them squirm for a bit, grinning at the desperate clutching for the back of his tongue. They’d caught on by now, what was going to happen to them. Took them long enough. Wilbur placed a hand over his throat and swallowed heavily, enjoying the familiar feeling of a lump moving down his throat. Job done.
——
Eret gasped for air, trying to press out at the esophageal walls so he could have even the slightest bit of space. The giant must have been lying. He clawed at the flesh. But she couldn’t avert her fate. With a groan she slid into the active stomach, landing in a puddle of… well she couldn’t tell. Eret scrambled up to a stand, squinting around. His eyesight was already somewhat testy. And now the darkness of the stomach wasn’t helping.
“Please.. please let me out.” Eret begged, pressing against the churning walls.
“I think not. Plus, you wanted to see your friend again. I think you’ll find him soon enough.” The giant cackled, jostling their stomach around.
Eret stumbled and slipped, once again splashing into the puddle. And something touched their hand. She grabbed it and held it up to her face. There were holes all throughout the fabric. It was barely held together by pieces of string. But even with his eyesight and the lack of any light source, Eret could tell what it was. It was Fundy’s hat.
I absolutely love the exterminator au and I love the forced ally-ship between the bench trio, and I have an idea for that >:) (you can take this as just a thing I wrote or a writing request, whatever you want 💖)
I’m an absolute sucker for unwilling noms on both the pred and prey. No want wants it to happen, but it’s the most convenient solution for a given problem.
The problem being Wilbur. I can totally imagine him just breaking into Tommy’s house and only announcing himself once he’s really close to Tommy room. Tommy was just talking to Tubbo and Ranboo when he hears Wilbur’s voice and panics. He tries to find somewhere in his room where Wilbur won’t find them, but he’s panicking to badly to think clearly. He turns back to the borrowers and sees them just kind of whispering to each other before going silent. He goes to ask them what’s up and Tubbo just pries his lips open and shoves himself down Tommy’s throat-
He looks at Ranboo who just sighs and shrugs and asks Tommy to swallow him down, too, even if he seems far less willing than Tubbo.
also did I mention I’m a sucker for multiple prey and uncomfortable preds and I’ve re-read your Tommy-centric story for this au like 200 times? cause I have, it’s one of my favorites-
Oh ho hOOO
This sounds like something that would most certainly happen later in the timeline. When things get more….dire. More terrifying and more… physical. Can I spoil my own au? Is that something I can do? Anyway, snippet time >:)
Tommy seemed to have gotten the borrowers to like him. Somewhat. The tall one didn’t mind the impromptu handling, and the smaller one didn’t bite as often. But he shouldn’t be calling them that. Their names were Ranboo and Tubbo, like they said. He had to remember that. It’s been months now, but he honestly couldn’t imagine not having the two with him. They’d gotten to be such a big part of his life. He didn’t want to lose the borrowers.
Tommy sat at his desk, drinking water and quietly talking to Tubbo and Ranboo when he heard the front door open. At first, he wasn’t all that concerned. His parents didn’t just barge into his room. But then he heard that voice. One that he hadn’t heard in a while.
“Ohhhh Tommy… are you home?” Wilbur practically purred, sounding like he was walking down the hall.
Oh shit. Tommy stared at the borrowers, horrified. He didn’t have enough time to properly spray them down. There wasn’t enough time to even hide them in a good spot. He lowered himself to the desk, prepared to hide them with his body.
Tubbo and Ranboo peered at each other before nodding. Without saying a word, Tubbo sprinted forward and pried Tommy’s mouth open. He gasped with horror, barely having enough time to protest before Tubbo dove into his throat, and he was forced to swallow him.
“G-guys?! I didn’t prepare for this!” Tommy hissed, grabbing his stomach worriedly.
“You drank a lot of water. That’ll be enough.” Ranboo murmured before also climbing into his mouth and practically climbing down Tommy’s gullet.
Tommy swallowed heavily , covering his stomach with his hands.
The door to his room flew open.
“Tommy.. nice to see you.” Wilbur hummed.
Tommy scrambled back. There was definitely something off about him. His hair was messy and there was a nasty glint in his eyes. A river of drool steadily streamed down Wilbur’s chin. The tall man stepped forward, hands resembling claws, and reached for Tommy.
“I need a favor from you..”
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Ashsbshsnsjsbs thank you Cyn!!! It was probably one of my favorite additions to write for this au. I’m glad someone else enjoyed it!!! :DDD
I don’t know if you can tell or not but I am 🥺🥺🥺🥺💚💚💚💚💚💚 at the compliments
Warning: soft and safe vore, cursing, dehumanizing language, fearplay, Wilbur
“What the fuck? I’m not your fucking child, you know.” Tommy laughed and shoved Wilbur’s shoulder.
Wilbur took the shove, unfazed. “I think you’d like it. I don’t need my own child for Bring Your Child To Work Day. You’re a child. And I think you’d have fun. It’s just a fun game really. Not even a job.”
“Fine, but don’t call me child. I’m a big man.” Tommy grinned. “Where do you do this job anyway?”
“Down the street. Come on. We’ve got a job to do.”
———
Tommy was pretty sure he was excited. According to Wilbur, it was a lot of fun doing what he did. It was like a game, but with snacks at the end. That’s what Wilbur said, anyway. Tommy wasn’t too sure about the ‘eating’ part. Eating wild animals raw was probably not a good idea. But Wilbur did it all the time, so it was fine, apparently.
He followed Wilbur into the house. “What kind of job is it gonna be? What do you do?”
Wilbur set down his bags on a table and turned to grin at Tommy. “Well, normally I’d do a population check, but the client has told me that there’s only a few pests here today. Caught on camera, stealing food from the cabinets like the little vermin they are.” He pulled out his phone and peered at it.
Tommy looked over his shoulder and saw two little things scampering over the counters, holding hands. They almost looked like-
“Easy job. They’ve been filming for a while now and they’re positive there’s only two.” Wilbur shut off his phone. “Considering the square space in here, I doubt there’s enough resources for a colony.”
“Re-?”
Wilbur smiled, showing off perfect white teeth. When Tommy looked closely, it almost looked like Wilbur had sharper teeth.. like fangs… “I’ll show you how it’s done.” He turned and dug through his bag before pulling out what looked like a square. “This is very important. Very important. Without this, it’s hard to get ‘em.”
Tommy blinked. “Big man.. that’s a square. He wrinkled his nose.
“Not just any square. A GLUE square.” Wilbur swung it around a little. “Sticks them right where they are so we can just swoop in and get them. Easy.” He trotted over to a counter and slid the square up against the wall. “I’ll give them a few hours, tops. Then my favorite part begins.”
Tommy heaved a sigh. “We have to wait? I thought this job is all about being smarter than the pests and chasing ‘em around and stuff. This is boring.”
“Well I didn’t want to scare you away. It can get intense. I chose an easy day for you, just to dip your toes in. It gets better.” Wilbur packed up his things and headed for the door. “Well, off I go!” He bellowed before grabbing Tommy’s arm and dragging him away. “Let’s go listen to some music. It’ll be fun.”
———
Wilbur was right. He was RIGHT. It had only taken two hours to capture the little pests. Tommy couldn’t believe it. He stared at the two little borrowers, watching them struggle and trying to pull each other out. Something about their movements seemed almost…human.
To his right, Wilbur had gotten a wash bottle of oil and roughly grabbed the one closest to him; a little brown haired borrower that squeaked with horror as he applied the oil to carefully peel the creature off. “Heads up.” He haphazardly tossed the borrower to Tommy, who only just managed to catch it. “There’s your prize for waiting. Dig in.”
The boy stared at the quivering borrower in his hands, noticing tears streaking their face and the shuddering sobs wracking their body. They didn’t once look at him, instead focusing on the other borrower that was currently being manhandled by Wilbur. He didn’t seem to care bout hurting them; he handled the little things with confidence. Tommy almost felt sick. He’d been led to believe that they were not sentient, but watching them interact, he felt very very wrong.
Wilbur’s borrower had a long tail that he dangled them from, swinging them back and forth and cackling at their screams. He noticed Tommy staring and raised a brow. “Well? Aren’t you hungry?”
No. Not anymore. Tommy was certain that these two were friends. Hell, probably even partners. He didn’t want to separate them now. Not when they appeared to care for each other more than their own safety, considering the weak attempts the brown haired borrower was making to get away. Tommy painfully swallowed a lump in his throat, thinking. There had to be some way to get them both to safety. He didn’t want to be responsible for their breakup. He didn’t want them to die afraid, slowly and alone. He didn’t want that weight on his shoulders. He had to do something. Fast.
“Hey, big man? I did some thinking and I don’t think this one will fill me up by itself. I’m hungry. I’m a growing boy. Could I have yours too?” He hoped that didn’t sound suspicious.
Wilbur blinked before throwing his head back and laughing. Tommy tensed.
“You know what? Sure. Alright. I get some nearly every day. You can have a treat.” Wilbur pushed the other borrower into Tommy’s hand. “Have fun with that.”
“I will.” He shot back, nervous. Tommy peered at the creatures, trying to imagine how good they could possibly taste. “And you put these in your mouth?”
“That’s how you eat, yes.” Wilbur snickered.
Tommy opened his mouth, and paused. “Why are you watching me? Making me uncomfortable.”
“Just want to see your reaction.” But he turned away.
Tommy could hear the little things saying words, but opted to ignore them in favor of putting the upper half of the brown haired borrower into his mouth.
He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to feel. They tasted like meat, he guessed. Like a medium-rare steak, only the cow was still very much alive and squirming in his mouth. Tommy wasn’t sure if he liked that either. If anything, it made him not want to eat them. But he was pretty sure that if he didn’t eat them, Wilbur would. And probably not in the nicest way. So he had to proceed.
Furrowing his brows, Tommy pushed the rest of the borrower into his mouth and let his teeth shut around them. Like a cage, he thought woefully. Better a cage than death.
He placed his other hand over the second borrower and cupped them between his fingers before tilting his head back and swallowing loudly. They barely moved. Tommy gave another heavy swallow and thankfully the borrower slipped into his throat, kicking and screaming, but whole. He coughed as they got stuck just above his collarbone and was relieved when they descended into his chest. The little borrower dropped into his stomach soon after, sending a wave of guilt through his body. He had to be fast.
“Yeah, I’d suggest giving them a good licking before swallowing. So they don’t get stuck.”
“Now you tell me.” Tommy groaned and lifted the second one up. They were tall, for a borrower. Tall and skinny. He couldn’t be sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. He took a deep breath and shoved them into his mouth, trying his best to ignore the screeching, which was difficult considering the proximity of which the borrower was to his ears. Like Wilbur said, he ran his tongue over the borrower a few times, getting a slightly different taste of meat and the same feeling as before; uncomfortable. Tommy just wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. He squinted his eyes and pushed his tongue back, wincing as the cries became muffled and the borrower was pulled down his throat. He coughed again and smacked his chest a few times. “Fuck, doesn’t it hurt to swallow them? Don’t they get stuck?” Tommy grabbed his stomach as it snarled violently and clenched around its contents.
“Sometimes.” Wilbur hummed. “But you get used to it. How do you feel?”
He didn’t even have to act. He felt ill “Horrible. That was fuckin’ horrible.” Tommy belched and leaned on the counter.
Wilbur appeared disappointed. But he produced some alka seltzer and mixed it with water, sliding it over to Tommy. “This should calm things down in there.”
This was good. Wilbur was following the script like he was supposed to. Tommy grabbed the water and downed it, grabbing his gut and hissing.
“Your body just has to get used to borrowers. Mine had to. But now I eat them all the time. I enjoy it.”
Tommy could feel the borrowers stop struggling, instead clinging to each other and huddling against one of his stomach walls. That was probably a good thing. Meant they weren’t hurting. Probably. “Well, I don’t want to do this shit again any time soon.” Tommy grumbled. “I think I’m done for today. I want to leave.”
“Suit yourself.” Wilbur shrugged and gathered his things. He motioned towards the front door. “Come on.”
Tommy couldn’t wait to get home and let out the borrowers. They were making his stomach upset.
Warning: intentional fearplay, talk of fatal vore, mentions of vore, just all around angst stuff
“You know, those little guys I caught with you? Little piggy and tweety bird? What were their names? Gil and Beckno?”
“Phil and Techno!” The borrower cried. “For the last time, their names are Phil and Techno!” The air rattled in their chest as they fought back a sob.
“That’s right. Phil and Techno. They were your friends, weren’t they?” Wilbur leaned on the counter and sneered at the borrower in the cage. Fear scent permeated through the kitchen, sweet as always. “They were fun.” Had he not been paying attention, he wouldn’t have caught the borrower’s next words.
“What happened to them…?”
At that, Wilbur laughed, a loud laugh that came straight from the belly and bounced around the room. He slammed a hand onto the counter and grinned as the smell of fear spiked. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“I-I do want to know.” They mumbled, back pressed against the cage wall farthest from Wilbur.
He laughed again, finding their fright amusing. “I’m sure you do! Well, I suppose I’ll tell you.” Wilbur rubbed his chin. “The details are fresh. I couldn’t forget it, really. I found it funny how they practically begged to take the others place. They fought to be the first one.”
“First to be what..?”
“Well, the first to be eaten, of course.”
The borrower slapped her hands over her mouth with a loud sob.
“Mm, yes. They were fighting to be first. If you’d like to know, the little piggy went first. I doubt you little things have ever tasted pork. All you really do is steal crumbs and skitter around in buildings. But-what was his name? Techno. He tasted delicious. Phil did too, don’t you worry. Bit too feathery for me, but I like chicken. I enjoyed him. Them.”
Wilbur tapped his chin, watching the borrower’s face. His mouth started watering at the pure emotion radiating off of the little creature. Wilbur moved closer, feeling his stomach grumble as the source of the delicious aroma was practically in front of his nose. The taste was almost condensing in his mouth. It was hard to keep from snatching the little thing up and shoving her into his mouth.
Wilbur swallowed the mouthful of saliva and raised a hand up to the door of the cage. “Just thinking about that is making me hungry. And I think I’d like a little snack to help me with that.” He unlocked the door and snaked his hand through, belly rumbling as the borrower howled with fear. “Oh come now. You won’t have to do anything. So, Niki, just relax.” Wilbur ran his tongue over his lips. “You might even get to join them. Who knows. We’ll find out together.”
