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So this turned out longer than i thought... (JJBA: DiU vore)
A/N: this was originally just supposed to be a short drabble... how did it turn out like this? It’s almost 2am and I maaaay have been re-watching part 4, so blame that for the inspiration. Idk if I’m gonna finish it, but enjoy?
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“W-what are you doing, Josuke?” Koichi gazed up at his giant friend in terror. Josuke’s blue eyes narrowed as his stomach turned. He bit his bottom lip, could he keep Crazy Diamond inside his own body to prevent digestion? In theory, it would make sense, but for the actual execution, he had no idea if it would work. As footsteps neared, he could see a flash of orange begin to turn corner, Josuke’s heart thumped, no time. I just have to trust my gut.
“Trust me.” were the last words he was able to utter at his friends before popping them in his mouth, instantly recoiling on how easy they were to stash inside him.
Koichi and Okuyasu had polar opposite reactions to being eaten by someone they considered a close friend; while Koichi went rigid, Okuyasu screamed and fought for his life. Shouts of betrayal scratched at his throat until he started coughing.
“This…this isn’t f-funny, Josuke!” he rasped, throat burning with each word.
“Okuyasu!” Koichi shouted, unable to help his friend as he was thrown into the pouch of Josuke’s cheek.
The slimy tongue shot out from under the scarred man and firmly pushed Okuyasu’s back upwards. He was pinned to the roof of the mouth while a stream of saliva trickled down the daunting entrance behind them. Koichi’s entire body shivered at the wet sound, just the thought of what lies behind that dark throat horrified him to no end. Time stood still, and neither party was released from their position. Koichi paused, it was certainly possible that Josuke was simply keeping them in his mouth for safekeeping. Albeit a disgusting way to protect them, it would be safer than possibly getting crushed inside Josuke’s pockets.
However, fate was a cruel mistress, he was proven wrong when the tongue released its hold on Okuyasu. The muscle twitched a bit as if unsure what to do next and Koichi’s brows furrowed, Josuke, what are you planning? The giant teenager’s gullet flexed open, and Koichi’s mouth dried up. His thoughts were answered in the worst way possible as Okuyasu was pulled to the back of the throat, hands clawing frantically at the back of the tongue, trying to maintain some grasp, any grasp to survival.
“The Hand—!” he clamored urgently, but right as he could feel the strength of his stand separate from his soul, another wretched contraction forced his chest deeper into Josuke’s throat and the stand vanished.
Koichi felt the bile rise up in his throat as he saw his friend get dragged down the throat.
“N-no!” he screamed and lunged to lend a hand to Okuyasu. He was too late. Another echoing swallow and Okuyasu screeched a string of profanities before finally getting sucked into the darkness.
Koichi’s insides watered as he saw Okuyasu getting swallowed by someone whom they considered so close. His eyes blurred with tears as the tongue began to maneuver him into the center of the mouth. He grabbed onto a molar as quick as possible and clung with all his strength, saliva coating his hair, and something warm dribbled down his cheek, he couldn’t forget Josuke’s calm yet determined face as he rose them to his maw, like pieces of candy. That’s how insignificant they were to the giant, Koichi trembled,
He doesn’t care.
No, no no no. Koichi squeezed his eyes shut, refusing to look any further in the cramped mouth
Maybe this is sill all part of his plan? Okuyasu could just be safely wedged in his throat and he’s going to let us out after Murachi is gone? He knew he was being overly optimistic but he didn’t want to believe that Josuke would eat them willingly.
His fingers held onto the wedge of the molar, giving everything to not let go, yet he was outmatched as the tongue carefully wrapped around his torso and pushed him to the back of the mouth.
A/N: I’m cutting this fic into 2 parts because my motivation is waning and it’s turning out longer than I originally thought. This part is literally all description and Dimi being like “im inside a thing, but what is it? hmmmmm-ing intensifies.” and I’m deceased. Warning for unaware vore (but that’s on the tin), OOC-ness, and mentions of digestion. Enjoy :)
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The incessant pounding of a nearby heartbeat stirs Dimitri out of his slumber. He groggily rises, his first thought drawing from the heartbeat, thinking that he perhaps fell asleep on somebody after growing weary from a recent battle. His face flushes—it would explain the volume and closeness; however, as his eyes flutter open, he immediately notices that this is not the case.
He’s inside a cavern of sort, he had to be, what else would explain the liquid dripping from the ceiling and the ever present puddles of water?
Dimitri curiously takes a step forward, but finds his boot sink into the fleshy ground. Flesh? How could this be? His pulse picks up, nothing about this cave made any sense, the whooshing from above, the constant wetness, and what kind of caves had pliable floors?
He wishes for a lantern to illuminate his surroundings, perhaps then, he could see what kind of cave confined him. Dimitri inhales slowly and while ignoring the surreal sensation of the odd flooring molding around his feet, he walks forward, trying to gather clues of where he could possibly be. As the blond trudges blindly, he notices a slight dip which makes him lose balance and lands him face-first to a squishy wall.
Dimitri’s eyes widen, caves shouldn’t have soft walls, they should be hard and rocky. None of this made any sense.
His heart is thrumming like a hummingbird beneath his ribcage, almost painfully fast. The notion that he may not even be in a cave at all is becoming more fitting.
Dimitri reaches for his lance but finds his sides bare. Not only was he trapped in this… area, but he had no weapon of protection. He clenches his jaw as sparks of rage, and pure frustration begins to nip from under his skin; however, he squashes those feelings down, choosing to focus on a way out over letting his temper get the best of him. If he entered this pit somehow, there had to be an exit.
No, before on deciding on an exit strategy, figuring out where exactly he was would be more efficient, and then he could use that to escape. He paws around his surroundings, trying to check off what qualified as a possibility of where he was. Cave? Does not explain the plush walls. Kidnapped in a sack? Does not explain the wetness… Or…It could be raining outside, and the water was leaking considerably inside the sack. Dimitri’s face lit up before turning grim, figuring out that he may have been kidnapped was not much of a consolidation prize.
Dimitri’s face darkens as straightens his back and calls out,
“Release me!” it was a poor attempt to gain his captor’s attention, he’d admit, but unarmed and having few advantages on his side, he decided to speak to his kidnapper before doing anything rash or could possibly be turned against him.
There’s no initial response, but the thumping from above quickens while the sack gurgles and convulses? Dimitri freezes, feeling rooted despite the shifting of his surroundings. The idea that he could be inside a creature never came into fruition until now, but it all clicked. The whooshing noise was the beast’s powerful lungs, the heavy, constant thumping was a heart, and the odd chamber that seemed to never stop moving…. a stomach. He thinks to himself, the sheer thought of being inside an organic prison, filled to the brim with lethal acids, sends shivers down his spine. He would be digested alive and not have a clue of the beast he was inside of. Dimitri’s eyes narrow, going by the size of the organ and how he so easily able to fit, the only fathomable guess would be a Crest Monster; but, forgetting the memory of getting close enough to the beast to be eaten? Was he rendered rendered unconscious? Perhaps he had passed out in battle, and someone had taken his unconscious body as feed to the beasts. Still, that rationale didn’t add up. He had always been careful, always precise, so being betrayed, and fed to a Crest Monster could not have been true. Yet, his surroundings tell a different story.
The overwhelming heat, the puddles of liquid increasing, and stale air, all point to being inside a living creature.
A warm molasses envelopes him as he can hear the rush of the lungs get louder, and the gurgles intensify; everything is too loud, too crushing. Dimitri’s teeth clench as white-hot anger bleeds through his body. He surges forward to the nearest wall and digs his nails into the ridged walls, ignoring the giant heartbeat pick up frantically, he tears into the walls, scratching and grasping until they bled: this monster will spit him out, or he’ll tear his way out.
His fit didn’t last long as the chamber lurches, earning a gasp from his captor; a loud groan shakes his surroundings, and Dimitri finally stops. His body is tense, animalistic, and he’s breathing heavily. If Felix were to see him now, he knew exactly what he would say, imagining the clear disdain written in those amber eyes.
“You’re nothing but a bloodthirsty boar.”
Dimitri shakily exhales, trying to compose himself, yet he can’t. If he just lets himself get digested by this monster, everything he fought for would be for naught. His brows knit together, focusing on the inky darkness before him and as he’s about to throw an exhaustion fueled punch to the walls, he hears a very familiar voice surround him.
“Nah, it’s nothing. I’ve survived off feeling way worse.” the slightly strained voice of Claude echoes, he’s clearly feeling more pain than he’s letting on, but for now, that’s not the point—
I’m a trashcan for actually being in the process of writing One Piece v/ore. Gross. I’m sorry this will exist. One Piece has kiiiiinda been my new hyperfixation and I can’t help but to love Law and Luffy... and you know Luffy would 100% get himself into some vorish shenannigans if he was tiny.
Ughhhh and I still need to finish the tiny Dimi and Hawks fics ~cries~
Sooooo I have a vore blog now and just wanted to come out and say that I’m Tori and I mostly post SFW vore fanfictions from various fandoms (mostly from anime, but ya never know!).
I’ve never actually had a real vore blog before, but tumblr still has a pretty large vore community and I wanted to step a bit out of my comfort zone... so that’s about it! Thanks for reading :)
