UGHHHHHHHHHH Giant Mermaid/Merman who found a Sailor/Pirate/Biologist in the middle of the ocean, and just feel like "I like you, I'll keep you to myself"
AND IN ORDER FOR THEM; TO NOT DIE; THEY SWALLOW DOWN THE HUMAN, SO THE PRESSURE OF THE DEEP OCEAN- WHEN THE MERMAID/MERMAN SUBMERGE- DOESN'T KILL THEM IS JUST- UGHHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE IT SO MUCH
A safe/soft vore fanfiction. Willing prey and pred. Around 2.200 words.
Reuploaded from my previous Account
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You bounced up and down on your spot, sitting on a table in one of the backstage rooms. You were surrounded by various cleaning supplies, plastic bottles, creams, everything a TV could desire to stay fresh and sparkling.
After a few more minutes or so, the door to the room suddenly opened and a familiar, tall, TV-headed figure stepped into the room. He had a tired expression on his face, but it quickly brightened as he spotted you sitting there, waiting for him.
"There you are, sweetheart. Got done a little earlier than I was expecting. You been waiting long?” His voice was smooth as Butter, despite the TV static noises. He was clearly delighted to see you. Still there. Still by his side.
He walked over to you and gently ruffled your hair, a small smile on his face as he looked down at you. Despite being a bit worn out from the show he just did, he still had enough energy left to dote and fuss over you.
"Were you good while I was gone? You stayed put like a good, little Star, didn't ya?” He sat down next to your tiny form, even without eyes you could tell that his gaze softened as he looked over you. He was slightly tired-looking, the weariness visible in the easily missable lines around his nose, but he was still determined to give you his usual affection, despite the exhaustion...
"You haven't been getting into any sort of trouble, have you, Sweetheart? No injuries or anything?" T/enna’s voice was soft and if you paid close attention, even a little anxious as He gently ran a hand over your head, his fingers carefully and gently running through your hair in a way that made it obvious He was afraid of harming you.
You were his precious Star, After all! If anything happened to you–
His antennae twitched slightly, his expression freezing for just a moment.
You chuckled and tried to shoo his large hand away, which was anything but easy, seeing as that your entire body fit into the palm of his hand. “No, of course not!” You exclaimed, visibly struggling to keep his fingers at bay.
The voice of his small companion shook T/enna back to reality. He chuckled softly as you tried to brush his hand off, amused by your attempts to get him to stop. He was still determined to dote on you, however, and ruffled your hair once more.
"Oh, good... I worry about you, sweetheart. You're just so... delicate, after all. Can't have you getting hurt or injured in any way, no, no, no…” He murmured the last part more to himself.
You sigh and roll your eyes. Really, sometimes his overbearing nature Was just a tad too much, among his insistence to shout a lot. But despite that, the TV Man could be very quiet and soft spoken if He wanted to.
“T/enna, I told you, I'm fine! Come on,” you insist srubbornly. It was the truth and nothing but the truth, After all.
T/enna huffed sulkily as you told him you were fine, not at all liking the idea of you trying to brush off his concern. You could tell He was frowning down at you, despite not having any eyes. His hand continued stroking your hair, his grip slightly tighter this time as he spoke.
"You say that every time, sweetheart, and every single time, I can't help but worry. You're just so small and fragile... even if you *are* fine, I still worry. You're mine, remember? I have a responsibility to *protect* you…” He reminded you, sternly and firmly as if He were talking to a naughty child.
“Yeah? Does it say you gotta take care of your employee in my contract?” You asked with a raised eyebrow.
The larger man sweat a little, his expression growing a bit flustered, his Former grumpy aura vanishing into thin air. The contract, yes… The contract. Just a very convenient excuse to keep you bound to him. He cleared his throat and tugged on his tie.
"Ah, Well… It… It Doesn't *say* it in the contract, but…” he hesitated, not entirely sure if He should be honest or not. After another moment, He decided to put his cards on the table. It wasn't like you could leave him After knowing the truth, anyway.
“But I don't need a contract to remind me to protect you. You're *mine.* You're *my* responsibility. *My* little star. *My* little darling. *I* am the one who takes care of you, and no one else,” he replied, his voice firm as stone again, clear in his intentions.
You roll your eyes and chuckle a bit. He was always a little dramatic in his declarations, but that was, at least partially, what drew you to him. It was charming, in a way, though the intense stare the TV head was giving you was just slightly unnerving.
“Yeah, Yeah… Don't you have a Show to return to?” you ask casually, trying to ignore that nagging feeling.
T/enna grumbled under his breath as you brought up the show, clearly not very happy about the reminder. His grip on you tightened even more, almost as if he was reluctant to release you.
"I..... I *do* have a show to return to, yes... but... I just... I don't want to let go of you, sweetheart... I want to hold you close to me for a little while longer,” He leaned down and rested his face against the top of your head. He held you so close to him that he almost felt like he was trying to merge the two of you together. You could feel the TV static tickling your skin, your face embraced by his White glow.
"Just a few more minutes, sweetheart... just a few more minutes with you, then I'll go back out for the show, okay...? Just a few more minutes…” T/enna said, almost whining, as if He was a dog not wanting their owner to leave.
“You know... You could take me with you... In there,” you told him, pointing to his abdomen. You two had done this a few times before but he had never taken you with him on a Show.
He let out a soft, amused huff, clearly not at all expecting you to be so upfront. He chuckled softly as he tilted his head down at you, his expression softening slightly.
"... You want to come with me...?" He seemed a little taken aback by your suggestion, but that quickly started to fade as a smirk spread across his face.
He hoisted you up into the air, his large hands holding tightly onto you and keeping you perfectly stable above his head. His smirk only widened further as he held you up like that, his gaze almost manic with excitement at the thought of bringing you along with him to the next Performance.
"Ohhhohoo, how *lovely* of an idea! You'll get to sit all nice and cozy inside me while I perform! Doesn't that sound just wonderful, sweetheart?” He seemed overjoyed by the offer, clearly more than willing to oblige.
T/enna chuckled softly to himself as he held you there, clearly already getting excited at the thought of having you nestled away inside his core, perfectly safe from harm and all to himself. He gently lowered you back down to his head and nuzzled his face against you, his smirk ever growing.
"Ohhh, I can already imagine it, sweetheart... Me up on the stage, going through the show as normal, with you all snuggled up inside my core, safe and sound... all mine,” he said dreamily, as if He could see the scene happening right now, before his very eyes.
An affectionate expression passed over his face as he continued nuzzling against you.
"You're going to be all nice and warm in there, aren't you, my darling...? My little star, all wrapped up inside me...Safe. Where you belong. All mine… All mine… mmmh…” his voice had grown softer and It was clear He was on cloud 9, his head swimming in delight.
He opened his mouth wide, his razor-sharp teeth flashing in the light as he held you over his open maw, a low, excited rumble starting to rise in his throat.
"Come on in, sweetheart," He purred, his voice low and inviting as he gently lowered you towards his open mouth.
You found yourself being slowly lowered down into the dark depths of his open maw, the inside of his mouth smooth and warm as you were slowly pushed further down into his throat. The walls of his throat pressed against you as you were pushed further down, the walls shifting and tightening around you as he continued to swallow, his movements slow and controlled. It was like being in a tight, yet strangely comfortable, tube.
His swallows were slow, deliberate, each contraction of his throat working to push you further down into his body until you finally reached his core. His stomach was warm and padded with soft cushions. Once you were completely inside, he let out a low, satisfied sigh, the deep thrum of his inner mechanics adding a soothing vibration to the already cozy environment.
Even the sounds of the outside world were muffled and distant, the bubble of his core acting like a sanctuary. You were completely sealed inside him now, safely and securely tucked away. Your tiny form was cozy and snuggly hidden away and you sigh, content and happy.
T/enna laid a hand on his abdomen, gently rubbing his belly as he let out another satisfied sigh, his body slumped in his chair, his head laid back as he reveled in the feel of you tucked safely inside of him. He could feel your every breath, could feel the wriggling of your body as you shifted, could feel your every heartbeat, and all of it made him feel utterly ecstatic.
"There you are, sweetheart… there you are… all nice and safe and cozy in my core, right where you belong....” he murmured softly, his antennae attuned to your every movement, making sure you were comfy and cozy inside.
He chuckled softly as he looked down at his distended abdomen, one hand gently running over the slight bulge that you were causing within it. He gently pressed down against the bulge, a soft gasp escaping him as he felt you shift slightly inside. His eyes were wide as he gently touched the distended bulge, almost entranced by the sight of you being so completely and utterly his.
"Ohhhh, look at this… Haha, oh, you are perfect, my little Star…” he continued to fawn over the fact He got you all to himself again.
Slowly rising to his feet, He stood in front of the mirror, his eyes immediately roaming over his appearance. He turned and twisted, examining his midsection, his eyes locked on the subtle bulge that you were causing. He gently prodded the bulge with a finger, a hint of satisfaction crossing his face as he felt you shift inside him, the sight of the small distension something that he actually found incredibly pleasing.
In his eyes, the small bulge that he was now sporting was a mark of ownership, a physical indicator that he had claimed you and that you were all his. His alone.
He continued to run a hand over the bulge, his fingers gently tracing the outline of the shape that you were making in his midsection. Despite the fact that the bulge wasn't exactly that noticeable, he couldn't help but feel incredibly proud at the fact that you were making his abdomen look like this, a sense of pride and possessive desire coursing through him as his hand continued to gently trace the outline of his belly.
It was nice and warm inside him, the heat coming off the metal walls around you, the soft cushions that were plastered all over… you couldn't help but sink into them and close your eyes.
There was a slight tremble running through the Chamber and T/enna tensed as he felt a small, unexpected burping sensation, quickly placing a hand over his mouth to try and suppress a small belch that had been pushed up by your shifting. He felt his face heat up with embarrassment, his expression sheepish as he looked down at his distended midsection.
"Oh, haha... whoops... that was... that was a little, ah... a little embarrassing..." He couldn't help but chuckle slightly, his voice sheepish as he placed his free hand back on the bulge.
There was no way you could hold back a giggle of your own. Too bad you couldn't See his face or you would be laughing even more from how Red He was turning.
“Excuse me, my little Star. I guess my ol’ stomach has to get used to you again, eh? Hehe,” T/enna said, somewhat nervously.
After you managed to calm yourself, you speak up, “You ready for the Show?” you ask.
He gave a small huff, his cheeks still slightly red. “Yes, of course I'm ready. And with you literally tucked away safe and sound inside me, how could I not be?"
He chuckled softly before patting his midsection gently. "Just make sure you stay nice and still inside there, sweetheart. I have a show to do, after all.”
You roll your eyes again. As if someone would notice, Anyway. “Alright, alright,” you Concede, trying to stay put as best you could (haha, rhyme).
T/enna straightened up and gave himself one last once over in the mirror, making sure there was no other visible evidence of you being inside him. The slight bulge was still there, but it could easily be mistaken as just a bit of extra mass or weight if you didn't look closely.
"Perfect. Now, let's not leave the audience waiting, shall we?"
With determined steps, He headed in the direction of the stage, ready to put on the best performance that he possibly could, all while knowing that he had a secret passenger tucked away in his core…
(1.9k words. Story includes: mild swearing, digestion mention [don't worry, it's just the prey needing to be told tummies are safe], mild fearplay [again, really just the prey being scared at first], mild foodplay, and accidental vore. Everything is safe and soft, but if any of that is a no-go for you, that's okay! Happy vore day nonetheless!)
Living in a giant's house, you only ever took what you needed to survive. Okay, you allowed yourself some luxuries. After all, you needed some way to entertain yourself. You would take paper and pencils to draw and write, read books whenever the giant wasn't looking, sew clothes or plush toys out of old socks or shirts that had holes, but you never took things that would be easily noticed or risked being seen for any luxury good...
Except for those damn chips.
You swear, those things are coated in some sort of drug because of how addicting they are. You're sure they're probably not healthy, and you have no idea why the giant keeps buying them, but as long as he does, you'll keep sneaking some whenever you got the chance.
And today, you got the perfect chance. The chips were left on the coffee table while the giant left to get something. What's better, he had left the television on, so you could easily go unheard if you rustled the bag too much. The circumstances were perfect, but you only had until the comercial break was over, because you knew once whatever the giant was watching came back, so would he. You had to act fast.
You quickly made your way across the floor and climbed up the legs of the coffee table. The table itself was wooden, but it had textered metal legs that thankfully made it fairly easy to grip onto while you climbed. You checked one last time to make sure the coast was clear before climbing into the bag to claim your prize.
Sure, you could've just taken the first chip in the bag you could reach, but you had put so much energy into getting these chips that you were not going to settle for one of those half seasoned chips. You had to find something worth the risk you were taking. You venture deeper into the bag, looking for a chip that was packed with flavor, breaking off little pieces of ones you think might be good until you find one that'll do.
You finally got a good grasp on the chip- which was about half as tall as you were- and were about to drag it to the front of the bag when you heard, and felt, the signature THUD. THUD. of the giant's footsteps.
You took too long. You had to get out of here, you had to hide, you had to-
Your thoughts were thrown aside as you felt yourself slipping backwards. Your heart dropped to your stomach as you felt yourself moving quickly upwards. You felt sick as graviy passed through your body, like all of your organs were being pulled to the bottom of your body while the rest of you kept going up. You stumbled and fell into the chips as the bag continued to move, your skin grazed by the jagged edges of broken pieces. You barely noticed the pain of the small scrapes, however, as all your mind could think of was one thing,
If the giant is picking up the bag.... that means he's planning to eat from it.
You quickly felt the bag around you settle and you took the opportunity to push the bigger chips around you in front so you hopefully had enough of a buffer that the giant wouldn't find you before the next commercial break.
The bag shook slightly as the giant shoved his hand in to continue eating, but you held your breath even as the fear ran through your veins, because so far, you hadn't been discovered. Your plan was working; you had buried yourself far enough down that the giant couldn't get to you as he was eating. All you had to do was keep still and keep quiet until the next break, and then you could make a run for it.
It wasn't easy keeping quiet, though. Every rustle of the bag sent shivers down your spine and every crunch made you nauseous as you imagined the giant snapping a chip half your size clean in half without even giving it a second thought.
It's okay. All you have to do is make it a few more minutes.
You were caught in your thoughts until you realized that the giant's hand had paused its activities for a bit. You peeked out from the chip you were holding in front of you, curious if the giant was done eating, only to feel your whole body freeze in fear as you saw a huge pair of eyes staring back from outside of the bag.
What was he doing? Did he know you were in there?
You could've screamed in that moment, but your body was completely paralyzed. You noticed the piercing eyes looking around the bag, but they never looked in your direction. He hadn't seen you. You were able to get your body to move just enough that you were once again hidden from sight, but soon after, you felt the giant's hand pushing around the chips in the bag.
Was he looking for you? He had to be...
You carefully peeked out again, but to your surprise, the giant was picking out chips and inspecting them before deciding whether to eat them or not. Despite your immense fear, you found it a little endearing that this huge man was just as picky as you were when it came to chips. The irony wasn't lost on you , though, that being so picky is what got you into this mess to begin with.
The relief only lasted so long, though, as soon you saw a huge hand reaching towards you. Apparently, the perfect snack you had so carefully chosen- and unintentionally hid behind- was also good enough for the giant man to pluck out of the bag.
You were quickly scooped out of the bag as the large hand grabbed your shield, with you still attatched. The sudden light nearly blinded you as the air rushed around your body, leaving your senses overwhelmed and unable to focus on anything before you were suddenly enveloped in darkness.
You gasped as you felt the flesh around you twitch. He had realized that there was something other than food in his mouth.
Just maybe, he would let you go...
As soon as the thought crossed your mind, it was shattered as a strong muscle pushed against you, pinning you to the roof of the mouth as the giant hummed contently, vibrating your very body to the core. The giant let the chip that was in there with you soften before swallowing it down, his tongue still keeping you firmly in place. You felt your heart drop as you watched the food dissapear down his gullet, hoping you wouldn't be next, but something about the constant din of satisfied humming made you think your chances of coming out of this alive were slim.
After a few seconds of being squished and prodded by the muscular tongue, it relaxed. You shuddered at the knowledge that you were being tasted, but your disgust was quickly replaced with terror as you felt yourself slipping down towards the back of the throat as the ground around you tilted. He was putting his head back, ready to swallow you.
You scrambled to get some sort of footing, but it was too late. With a loud GLK- you were pulled down into the tight esophagus. It squeezed and pushed you downward until you felt yourself landing in the slimy cavern that was this giant's stomach.
You heard the air whoosh through the giant's lungs somewhere above your position in his body as he let out a sigh. Emotions swarmed through you: fear, grief, and most presently, disgust at the satisfaction that you could hear resonating around you. You slumped against the stomach walls, tears starting to well up in your eyes.
This couldn't be how it ended, it couldn't, it-
"W... what just happened? Where did you- shit."
A voice came from above. It wasn't nearly as loud as you would have expected, but it still caused you to flinch. Apparently, the giant felt your tiny movement, because the whole stomach tensed at your fearful twitch.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! I- I didn't mean to eat you, I don't know what came over me. Are... are you okay?"
You could feel pressure from the outside as the giant's hand rested where you stayed. He sounded... sorry. Genuinely worried about your wellbeing. But how could that be? He ate you! You were stuck here, how could he ask you if you were okay?
He seemed to know what you were thinking, because he followed up his question with,
"I promise you're safe! I- my stomach can't hurt any humans, I promise."
You couldn't believe what was happening, but for the first time, you decided to speak to the giant.
"It... It's... safe?" you managed to croak out in a tiny voice. Somehow, he was able to hear you.
"Yes, it is," he quickly added, "B-but I'm sure you don't want to stay in there regardless, so I'm going to let you out."
Let you out? How was he going to-
You felt the organ around you squeeze as it pushed you upward, back into the tightness of the giant's throat. At this point, your head was starting to hurt from the constant change in velocity you were experiencing, but you finally got a chance to rest as you were carefully let out of the giant's mouth and onto his hand, where you were gently lowered onto the plush couch beside him.
"Again, I'm so sorry,"
The man frowned, and you could now see his concerned face, complete with those piercing eyes from before. Now, though, they weren't looking with hunger, but with guilt.
"Is there anything I can get you? You were probably hungry, right? I could get you some food. Or a glass of water? You're free to clean up in the bathroom if you need to," He said, fidgeting with his hands as he tried to make up for what happened.
Wait, he was letting you use his things? This whole time you've spent hiding and the giant is asking if you want his food?
"You... don't mind if I eat your food?" You hesitantly ask.
The giant looked puzzled. "Of course not! You don't have to sneak around to get enough food to eat, I have plenty to go around," he started. "Besides, if you just ask, I won't end up accidentally eating you when you're trying to get food."
You could've sworn you noticed him blush as he said that. This was all so strange to you. The giant that you had hid from for so long was a genuinely nice person and more than happy to share his space with you. Also, he could apparently safely keep you in his stomach and let you back out, which was something you never would have thought was physically possible. You had a lot to learn.
Eventually, you took him up on his offer of letting you clean up, and later on his offer to get you some food and water. You started to ask questions and get to know him as you ate. He was a bit shy when it came to the questions about how he could eat people, but he assured you that being eaten by any giant is safe, and that he would only ever eat someone if they were okay with it... excluding today's accident.
You had to admit, you were somewhat curious about everything now that you knew he would never hurt you, but it would be a while before you were ready to be eaten again. And it would definitely be a while before you ate chips again.
Night had silently settled over Yokohama, a deep, velvety darkness that made even the Agency's offices, on the other side of the city, seem calm and peaceful. A light breeze drifted through the open window of the small apartment Dazai and Chuuya shared, one of the few places where chaos didn't reign at every moment.
His room was dimly lit, illuminated by the silvery glow of the moon filtering through the curtains. Dazai slept as always: lying on his back, his hair spread across the pillow, one arm around Chuuya's waist. A soft, steady purr emanated from his chest: the instinct of a predator when it feels warm, safe, and snuggled up next to something precious.
Chuuya used to make fun of him for that.
"You sound like a motorboat," he muttered.
And Dazai would reply, "Just for you, Chibi," before snuggling closer and purring louder on purpose.
But tonight, something wasn't right.
Subtle. Strange.
The moon shifted. The air grew colder. And as the night wore on past midnight, a faint glow—like a silent pulse of light—came over Chuuya's body. He didn't move. He didn't feel the change spreading through his skin, tightening like a thread shrinking.
He simply… got smaller.
Tiny.
Until Chuuya Nakahara, gravity manipulator, former executive and current husband, measured only 3.5 inches tall.
Still fast asleep, curled up in the exact same spot but instead of the mattress, on the pillow, but now barely the size of Dazai's thumb.
He seemed calm. Small. Oblivious to everything.
And very, very close to Dazai's face.
Dazai, still unconscious, stirred. His predatory instincts sharpened. Predators always slept lightly, alert to the slightest scent or movement, especially the borrowers. His sense of smell, keen enough to track even the faintest trace across the room, throbbed at the presence of something small, warm, and alive.
Something he loved.
Something he wanted to have close by.
A soft sound escaped Dazai's throat, something between a purr and a sleepy hum. His lips parted slightly. His tongue instinctively slid out, brushing against the pillow.
And then-
He grazed Chuuya.
The tiny man let out a sleepy grunt, barely audible, stirring without waking. Dazai's tongue slid easily beneath him, enveloping him as if he weighed nothing. The pred's mouth opened wider, his sleeping body obeying only instinct: soft, automatic.
Chuuya stirred slightly only when the warm, slippery surface lifted him up.
“Mmm… what the—!?”
His eyes snapped open just as the darkness of Dazai's mouth closed around him.
"DA—!"
The rest of his scream faded as Dazai—his eyes still closed—softly sealed his lips, savoring the gentle warmth within. A deep, contented purr coursed through his body. His tongue reflexively curled around Chuuya; he didn't crush him, only envelop him in the soft, moist warmth of a predator's instincts on autopilot.
"Dazai! DAZAI! Wake up—mmph—HEY!"
But the predator didn't hear him. Not consciously. He simply tilted his head back slightly and swallowed.
A slow and natural gulp.
Chuuya felt himself being squeezed downward, dragged through the tight, rhythmic muscles of Dazai's throat. He slid helplessly but safe, down the esophagus, screaming and writhing as he felt himself moving, the world around him becoming an ever-narrowing tunnel of warmth and pressure.
From the outside, a small and smooth squirming bulge descended through Dazai's throat before disappearing beneath his collarbone.
Moments later, Chuuya tumbled gently into the soft, warm space of Dazai’s holding stomach— the pred's pouch-like chamber designed precisely for this purpose. Safe, but one where he couldn't escape.
“OH, FOR THE— DAZAI, YOU MORON!”
His voice bounced uselessly off the fleshy walls.
Above him, Dazai let out a pleased purr and squeezed a pillow tighter.
Chuuya planted his tiny hands on the warm, pulsing wall of the stomach-pocket and kicked in frustration.
“I swear Dazai, when you wake up, you are dead.”
In response, he could feel the faint vibrations of Dazai's snores and soft purring.
// // //
MORNING
The sunlight warmed the bedroom.
Dazai stretched, yawned, and blinked slowly, staring at the empty mattress beside him.
"Huh?" he murmured. "Where's my beloved spouse? My little tempest? My compact ball of fury?"
He sat up, his hair sticking out in all directions, looking around the room.
“Chuuyaaa~? Have you run away again? I promise I’ll only remind you of it for the rest of your life.”
Then-
squirm.
Dazai froze.
Slowly, his hand slid down to his abdomen. The slightest movement wriggled beneath his palm.
A very familiar movement.
"Oh," he said with a dawning realization. "Oh, no."
He lifted his shirt slightly.
A clearly squirming bulge was pressing outward.
"Chibi? Is that you?"
From inside: “YES, OF COURSE IT’S ME, YOU ABSOLUTE MORON! LET ME OUT RIGHT NOW!”
Dazai grimaced, his ears slightly flattened with guilt. "Ah. I ate you in my sleep, didn't I?"
“YES! YOU DID! YOU F—ING MACKEREL!! LET ME OUT ALREADY…!”
“Ah. This is kind of romantic if you think about it...”
Chuuya kicked the stomach wall.
“I SWEAR TO GOD—”
"Okay, Okay, hold on, I'll get you out of here," Dazai said, gently rubbing the squirming spot soothingly, his tone apologetic. "But... you're awfully small, aren't you?"
“YOU JUST REALIZED THAT?!”
Dazai’s brow furrowed.
“Chibi… why are you so tiny?”
“How am I supposed to know?! Maybe you did something!”
Dazai gasped dramatically. "Accusations? From inside my body? How rude!"
He earned another kick for that.
But beneath the humor, worry fluttered in Dazai's chest. He pressed his palm more gently against the pouch.
"Are you hurt?" he asked in a low voice.
Chuuya paused.
“…No. I’m just annoyed. And slimy. And stuck.”
Dazai let out a soft sigh of relief.
"Okay," he said warmly. "Let's get you out of there, my little husband."
“Don’t call me that.”
“I’ll stop once you are out.”
"You're never going to stop, are you?"
"Nope."
Dazai's stomach gave a small gurgle, —not from hunger, but from Chuuya's renewed, restless squirming.
It's so close to Halloween so I'm allowed to be a little more deranged than usual.
I realized I don't have that much hard vore stuff I've done that I'm particularly proud of so I might do some more doodles inbetween commission work teehee ^w^
The inspiration for this is uhhhh well I like M/r. N/ob//ody and uhhh C/li//ff St/ee//le looks really crunchable that's it the end drops mic
My eyes shut tightly as you raise me upwards towards your face. We’re eye level, your palm is up, you’re not even tying to restrain me.
You know I won’t move.
The sheer thought of even looking down was enough to make me want to pass out. What was a mere 5 feet up for you was hundreds for me.
I hold my knees up to my chest, burying my face into them, I don’t dare meet your eyes. We both know what’s about to happen, why make it worse by making it personal?
I flinch, the air between us blows towards me as you breathe in and out, your body exhumes heat. I can feel your eyes burning into me, I don’t need to look up to see it, I know it.
Though it’s when I hear the parting of your lips, the saliva making soft squelching sounds as you prepare—it’s then I snap.
I bring my head up, tears staining my cheeks and I shake like a leaf in the wind—I’m met with your mouth, open and ready to bring me inside.
“P-please…please don’t”
It comes out so weak, for a moment I think you couldn’t even hear it if you wanted to.
Then your mouth slowly closes, and you look at me with what seemed to be utter pain in your big eyes. I can see you feel bad, but is it enough?
“I-I…uh…” you mutter out, you’re voice being nothing I had expected, it was so….human.
I cringe at the low hum in your voice, deep down, your Adam’s apple bobbing as you swallow thickly, clearly uncomfortable.
I could practically hear the muscles in your esophagus begging for me to be pulled down into your gullet.
You bite your lip, I turn away from your teeth, my hair is wisped back as you sigh, bringing me slowly away from your face.
W-what?
“I uh…” you search for an excuse “your tears, you’re too salty now…ew”
You switch positions of your hands, sliding me down into your shirt pocket, I’m still stunned at the sudden change, how you were so ready to eat me— now I’m not…going to taste good?
“Tomorrow… I enjoy breakfast more than a….midnight snack.”
Something in your voice sounded strange, I couldn’t figure out what. But I wasn’t about to question you.
Little did I know, that tomorrow just kept being pushed to the next tomorrow.
