Hi... I've ask another person last year but they didn't respond so I hope I have luck with you... could you do a protective safe vore with y/n and wolverine... pretty please?
ehhhh this is the best I got. I haven’t drawn X-men in a while
OHH I LOVETHAT CONCEPT (the f0rsaken one) I really need more on that (when you havemore!!)
Your wish is my command :)))
Voresaken // Drabbles/HCS
CWS // Cruel preds, talk of fatal vore
The meanest preds are 007nS3v3n, 0neX, N0l1 and Bu1lderman by far. S3v3n and N0l1 are both pretty similar, S3v3n fell back into bad old habits from his younger hacking days and N0l1 never changed. They're both very degrading to prey, mocking them for how them were caught and intentionally pressing down or laying on their stomachs to leave no room for struggle or movement at all for that matter. Bu1lder has already been talked about but he also has a habit of forgetting about the prey he ate, sipping on coffee or going about his life with little regard for the person inside. 0neX is a straight up asshole, but the worst part is that their stomach is translucent. They won't hesitate to laugh over your misfortune as you melt, especially since they can see every bit of it in detail.
Softest preds are N00b, Du5ekkar and surprisingly Ch4nce. N00b is just very gentle in general, as much as they need to eat they don't want you to suffer through it. They've been known to reassure their prey throughout, staying still and resting so there isn't any jostling around, and even apologizing that things had to go this way, they're extremely thankful along the way as well. Du5ekkar is a similar to N00b in the fact that he reassures and thanks his prey, but he's much more factual about it. This is a part of life, there's nothing to fear or be shameful of, it's just how it's meant to be and he's grateful for the sacrifice of one life to continue another. Ch4nce on the other hand is just smooth and flirty as hell, the majority of his prey at least start off as willing purely from how much he talks them into it. Even after you've slid down his throat he'll be complimenting and coaxing you into just letting him do what he needs to. Charm be damned, the bastard's good.
In terms of survival tactics, there are some preds that you're kinda just fucked with, but there are some rare occasions where they've been outmatched or outsmarted. Sh3dletsky can be swayed with the promise of other food, but given that he's drooling like a fucking animal while you try to convince him, you better have a really good second choice. Carrying food on you could work, but the chance that he'll actually listen to a word you say before eating both you and the food you have is pretty slim. Gu3st666 is a tough one, because there's no amount of talking or convincing or pleading that could prevent them from eating you on sight. If you're really desperate, the best option you have would be to get them locked onto someone else that seems like easier prey and hide immediately. If you're on your own though? Good luck, you'll need it. 0neX can be thrown off hardcore by willing prey, it makes them confused as all hell and can sometimes be just enough to give you time to get away. It's a gamble though, the chances of them stopping in shock or just calling you a degenerate before eating you anyways is pretty 50/50, unfortunately failing that gamble is a 100% chance to wind up churning in the soft green glow of their insides. J0hn D03 doesn't get swayed, there's isn't an intact part of his mind left that would even listen, your best line of defence for him is literally just hiding. As futile as it seems, he's more of a monster than a man at this point, getting up as high as you can and praying he doesn't find you is all you really have to work with. M4fi0s0 is where the real planning comes in, your main threat are his goons, and thus your main line of defence is either convincing or outsmarting comes in. They're deathly loyal to him so convincing them not to bring you to him isn't exactly easy, but outsmarting... that's more reasonable. Just keep in mind that he has eyes on their location at any given time, so even interacting with them can be deadly.
On a side note, more lore based, each bad end in Voresaken is pretty much exclusively fatal with the premise that people come back to life regularly in R0blox. If you want to imagine that something else happens (ie. safe vore, fatal but permanent, etc.) I won't stop you, do as you please :).
The Sp3ctre is still watching, they just can't actually do anything to stop the current state of things. Interestingly enough, if they were to come back from their corrupted state and took back control of things again, they would be very, very likely to keep things as they are, if not make it worse.
The "game" is actually quite different from how F0rsaken is normally played, instead of set rounds with a killer it's honestly more like a mashup of Ultim4te Cust0m N1ght and S0mething 3vil W1ll H4ppen. Before going into it you can see where the hunger level is at, essentially the danger meter, as well as the contributing factors to that. Each individual character's hunger meter adds up to the overall threat level of each match, being at their lowest right after a character has just eaten (with the except being Sh3dletsky, he's built different) or at their peak if they've gone way too long without eating.
If someone is full enough, they straight up won't be in the round, alternatively though if someone has been at their max hunger level for too long it unlocks a starving mode. Each person's starving mode is different, effecting their mind and play style in different ways, but the point to take from this is that starving mode doesn't end until they get a meal. This means that if you're really good at the game, it'll only get harder and harder until you inevitably fall.
Without the Sp3ctre in control, there's no balancing the odds, there's no fairness and there's certainly no nerfing. Divine intervention will not bring this world to salvation, the only thing that matters anymore is hunting and trying not to hunted... although on a side note, they all still return to the lobby they once used when they aren't hungry. If someone could find their way in there... maybe it would be safer? Who's to say really :)
Vore with plot? More to be unlocked?? Yeah probably I'm violently fixated (do i make it obvious that vore is my passion because i hope so)
OHH I LOVETHAT CONCEPT (the f0rsaken one) I really need more on that (when you havemore!!)
Your wish is my command :)))
Voresaken // Drabbles/HCS
CWS // Cruel preds, talk of fatal vore
The meanest preds are 007nS3v3n, 0neX, N0l1 and Bu1lderman by far. S3v3n and N0l1 are both pretty similar, S3v3n fell back into bad old habits from his younger hacking days and N0l1 never changed. They're both very degrading to prey, mocking them for how them were caught and intentionally pressing down or laying on their stomachs to leave no room for struggle or movement at all for that matter. Bu1lder has already been talked about but he also has a habit of forgetting about the prey he ate, sipping on coffee or going about his life with little regard for the person inside. 0neX is a straight up asshole, but the worst part is that their stomach is translucent. They won't hesitate to laugh over your misfortune as you melt, especially since they can see every bit of it in detail.
Softest preds are N00b, Du5ekkar and surprisingly Ch4nce. N00b is just very gentle in general, as much as they need to eat they don't want you to suffer through it. They've been known to reassure their prey throughout, staying still and resting so there isn't any jostling around, and even apologizing that things had to go this way, they're extremely thankful along the way as well. Du5ekkar is a similar to N00b in the fact that he reassures and thanks his prey, but he's much more factual about it. This is a part of life, there's nothing to fear or be shameful of, it's just how it's meant to be and he's grateful for the sacrifice of one life to continue another. Ch4nce on the other hand is just smooth and flirty as hell, the majority of his prey at least start off as willing purely from how much he talks them into it. Even after you've slid down his throat he'll be complimenting and coaxing you into just letting him do what he needs to. Charm be damned, the bastard's good.
In terms of survival tactics, there are some preds that you're kinda just fucked with, but there are some rare occasions where they've been outmatched or outsmarted. Sh3dletsky can be swayed with the promise of other food, but given that he's drooling like a fucking animal while you try to convince him, you better have a really good second choice. Carrying food on you could work, but the chance that he'll actually listen to a word you say before eating both you and the food you have is pretty slim. Gu3st666 is a tough one, because there's no amount of talking or convincing or pleading that could prevent them from eating you on sight. If you're really desperate, the best option you have would be to get them locked onto someone else that seems like easier prey and hide immediately. If you're on your own though? Good luck, you'll need it. 0neX can be thrown off hardcore by willing prey, it makes them confused as all hell and can sometimes be just enough to give you time to get away. It's a gamble though, the chances of them stopping in shock or just calling you a degenerate before eating you anyways is pretty 50/50, unfortunately failing that gamble is a 100% chance to wind up churning in the soft green glow of their insides. J0hn D03 doesn't get swayed, there's isn't an intact part of his mind left that would even listen, your best line of defence for him is literally just hiding. As futile as it seems, he's more of a monster than a man at this point, getting up as high as you can and praying he doesn't find you is all you really have to work with. M4fi0s0 is where the real planning comes in, your main threat are his goons, and thus your main line of defence is either convincing or outsmarting comes in. They're deathly loyal to him so convincing them not to bring you to him isn't exactly easy, but outsmarting... that's more reasonable. Just keep in mind that he has eyes on their location at any given time, so even interacting with them can be deadly.
On a side note, more lore based, each bad end in Voresaken is pretty much exclusively fatal with the premise that people come back to life regularly in R0blox. If you want to imagine that something else happens (ie. safe vore, fatal but permanent, etc.) I won't stop you, do as you please :).
The Sp3ctre is still watching, they just can't actually do anything to stop the current state of things. Interestingly enough, if they were to come back from their corrupted state and took back control of things again, they would be very, very likely to keep things as they are, if not make it worse.
The "game" is actually quite different from how F0rsaken is normally played, instead of set rounds with a killer it's honestly more like a mashup of Ultim4te Cust0m N1ght and S0mething 3vil W1ll H4ppen. Before going into it you can see where the hunger level is at, essentially the danger meter, as well as the contributing factors to that. Each individual character's hunger meter adds up to the overall threat level of each match, being at their lowest right after a character has just eaten (with the except being Sh3dletsky, he's built different) or at their peak if they've gone way too long without eating.
If someone is full enough, they straight up won't be in the round, alternatively though if someone has been at their max hunger level for too long it unlocks a starving mode. Each person's starving mode is different, effecting their mind and play style in different ways, but the point to take from this is that starving mode doesn't end until they get a meal. This means that if you're really good at the game, it'll only get harder and harder until you inevitably fall.
Without the Sp3ctre in control, there's no balancing the odds, there's no fairness and there's certainly no nerfing. Divine intervention will not bring this world to salvation, the only thing that matters anymore is hunting and trying not to hunted... although on a side note, they all still return to the lobby they once used when they aren't hungry. If someone could find their way in there... maybe it would be safer? Who's to say really :)
Vore with plot? More to be unlocked?? Yeah probably I'm violently fixated (do i make it obvious that vore is my passion because i hope so)
when the prey is mostly digested and pretty much just goop in the belly, but that used to be a whole person, so it's going to take a while for the body to process it
a pred sitting up from a nap and feeling their belly churn and gurgle, the wet sounds of their prey getting pushed through their intestines gurgling quietly
a pred who has to throw on pants, squishing their pliant belly to button their jeans
a pred whose tummy is morphed by their steering wheel as they head home from work, fighting back hiccups from the pressure
a pred who gets to lean back as someone rubs and plays with their belly, squishing and jiggling it, feeling how heavy it is despite so much having been digested
and a hapless prey who gets grabbed by a greedy pred, sent down into the half-digested goop that used to be a person, knowing that soon enough they'll be melted and mixed into the slurry, indistinguishable from the first prey...
Not as one of the characters you get to watch run around, no.. but as one of the food items. It was painstaking, sure, but you were quite happy with how it turned out.
Feeding it to several of those little characters on your island, and attempting to ignore the way your stomach did little flips, watching who liked it and who didn't. A quiet list you were committing to memory, even now.
But it had been getting late, and you had to shut the game. Turning in for the night, and drifting to a restless slumber..
But, when you had come to, you were in someone's palms. your design for one of the characters, his big brown eyes sparkling as he stared down at your form.. like you were a treat for him to savor.
Before you could utter a word, you were shoved into his mouth, with barely any decorum; a small 'mmph-' from his vocal cords as he savored your form.. licking you over, as if you were a candy. a sweet treat to savor, his and only his.
but when his head tilted back, your feet catching in his throat.. he had no choice but to swallow. once, then twice, even as your hands scrambled for purchase, as the pressure around your calves, then your thighs, became almost too much to bear.
but, another swallow, and you were to your chest.. and you could *feel* the next one. the ripple of his throat, pulling you fully in.. and hearing them work around your form, even as you attempted to squirm. a futile effort, even now.
you ended up in the character's stomach, and knew, without any hesitation.. that the one that had handed you over was watching. peering into his stomach, even as you heard the man audibly go on about how much he loved the taste.
it was almost flattering.. if it wasn't so overwhelming. the stomach walls pressed in, warm and wet and *soft,* just the right amount. massaging your form, even now.. and you could hear everything. his heartbeat from above, each little slosh and gurgle of the space around you, the space you were occupying that was now molding to your form..
and, if one were to pay attention, they could hear him talk about other things. going about his day, knowing he had put you right in your place. a meal, he needed. nothing more than a piece of food to be digested away, his focus drawn to drama on the island, than anything else.
but thats what living the dream was. Best get comfortable.
You lived in the city next to heights for around two years now, a small community of sword fighters became full blown town after years and years of people moving in. Since the area was in heights, Telamon looked over it and kept everything under his control. Tho it was hardly if ever known… the god mostly cared for the arenas and mountains he lived in, hardly if ever showing his face around. But every towns folk didnt dare to disrespect him, as if binded by a spell or unknown force kept them in line
After a day of work at a pizza place nearby, you decided to go to one of arenas to spare, there were two arenas opened 24/7 with provided light and such necessity. Changing at home from your work uniform to something more comfortable, you took your sword and left the house
Walking down the street something nudged you to one of the closed arenas, the sun was slowly setting down and before you knew it was almost completely dark. You had no idea when the sudden urge to visit that one specific arena occured. It was an old basketball court that they removed hoops from and called it a day. No one really used it, only junkies or teenager at this point so it was run down and filthy looking. Coming up to the fence, you suddenly stoped coming to your senses, confused „why the hell did i come here-? God, i probably zoned out again…” you cursed yer self before turning around to leave, but you caught something with the corner of your eye. It was something sparkly? The moon lighted up the area, making visibility possible even at this very hour. Before you knew, you crawled under the fence, big mistake…
In the very middle of the ground laid something.. golden? As you aproched closer it was clearer, it was something golden! Picking it up, it was a goblet, fitting perfectly in palm of your hand. It looked like a budleup wings, with each feather supporting almost microscopic inscriptions. As you decided to put it in your pocket to check at home, you felt something land in your hair „hu?” Thinking it was a leaf, you simply brushed it off, before realizing it wasnt a leaf. It was feather! A brown feather with golden ends, could that mean-
A loud thud was heard behind you, the impact so strong it nearly knocked you down as the dirt and sand around you scattered around. Turning around you were suddenly face to face with someone huge! Around 8 if not 9 ft tall!? (you were around 5.8 to 6.0 ft tall) With humongous 4 wings spanning even at 12 ft long, gracefully closing and hiding behind the figures back. As the smoke settled down you relized who was standing before you, the god of heights, Telamon himself
„now, what have we here? A little thief, huh?” As he spoke the wings on his head moved away, revealing his face and making his voice clear. You could barely see anything due to the hood and only source of light being the moon. But you didnt have to see the gods face, his unseen gaze bore down onto you making shivers crawl down your spine. Before you could say anything you felt as if your mouth was glued shut?! You couldnt make even a sound, only breath through your nose „heh, for now the i am the one who speaking.” His voice was low and arogant, with echoing undertone making it absolutely terrifying to listen. Suddenly the goblet you hid in your pocket flew out, landing in Telamons open taloned hand „hmmm…” he hummed lowly hiding the goblet inside his robe, before taking a step forward. Instinctly you took a step back in fear, still trying to desperately open your mouth „you probably know the consequences when you steal from someone like me, right my dear mortal?” Turning his talons a bright purple light appeared as if in the palm of his hand suddenly elongating and turning into a sword before your very eyes „but before we get to the messy part, i will let you speak, so use my moment of mercy wisely~.” his arogant sweet tone rolled off the gods tounge like sickly sweet poison. Suddenly you felt your mouth open up again, at the same time telamon took a swing with his illumina „w-wait, lets m-make a deal!!” You had no idea why you said what you said, your mind went blank and it was the only thing you could blurt out. As the sword swooshed, the sound of blade ringing in your ears you closed your eyes in fear. But not feeling any pain, you decided to take a peak, just to see the blade stopping right before your very nose. The tip touching it slightly before being lifted away „a deal you say, but what can a mere mortal offer to a god like me?”
You took a shaky breath, glad to have a mere chance of survival. But now what? You had literally nothing to offer! You were an average worker who occasionally sparced on heights with other people. Think think think!
Lost in your train of thought you didnt even notice the god loomed over you. As you finally seemed to remember his presence, Telamon chuckled „i may have an idea what you can offer” the deity circled you, his keen eye inspecting every little detail on your body. You felt your legs practically giving out at this point, all you wanted to do was run away and forget all about it like it was just a terrible dream „if youre so eager to keep your life, i shall make you my servant, just till i think of something more suitable” s-servant?! You bit your tounge just in time not to yell it out loud, but you had work and life! Before you could protest the deity spoke again as if reading your mind „but because im feeling merciful tonight, and you seem too cute to kill off~” you didnt want to admit that your cheeks heated up with blush. The deity had a weird charm to himself, being menacing and insanely arousing at the same time. You hated that fact… „i will let you keep your ordinaryy mortal life” Telamon said with disregading tone, while waving his taloned hand before you „but you will be ready for my any command, whether in the middle of the night, at work, taking a shower you. Will. Come.” Before you knew, the deity dissapeared, as his last words echoed menacingly throughout the arena. Leaving you disheveled and soon laying down on the ground as your legs gave up. In such circumstance, even the cold dirty ground felt comfortable in a way…
Almost a week passed since the encounter, and the deity didnt show up or called in any way. You didnt even know how hed call you! What if he already did and you didnt come!!
The thoughts didnt let you sleep at night, making you groggy and tired. As you crawled out of bed to get your ass to work, money wouldnt come in like magic afterall.
Taking your work uniform it absolutely reaked like pizza, you didnt have the time nor energy to throw it into washer. At least it wasnt sweat, everyone and everything reaked of pizza at that place
Getting to work you bought yourself a can of coffee chugging it down in one go, anything to keep you awake.
Work itself went rather well, taking your mind off everything that happened a week ago. Soon it was almost end of your shift but as you were about to leave something caught you off guard. A huge hand came up behind you seemingly out of nowhere, catching back of your collar and tugging it back. Before you could scream for help, your scream was cutted off in mere seconds
You were somewhere completely different, and if not for a wall behind you youd probably fall from dizziness „i told you you’d come~” a shiver went down your body as you heard a familiar voice just behind you. Turning around quickly you relized that it wasnt a wall, but Telamon himself! He looked as scary as the night you first faced him, even if his face was merely visible now in sunlight
Looking around you relized you were in some type of room, with tightly placed pillars forming walls. Keeping wind and debris out, but letting in fresh air and sunlight, rather fitting for avian such as telamon
But before you could notice anything else, you felt suddenly being lifted up by scruff of your uniform. Now facing telamon you could see those golden constantly hidden eyes, shadows obscuring any details of his face „now then- hm?” Suddenly he leaned in, making you squirm slightly before he practically planted his face in you „h-hu-?! H-hey what the?!” Before you could do anything a shiver went down your body as telamon took a long inhale. Making you squirm and frail more, as involuntary whimper of protest escaped your lips. After long akward minute the deity finally tugged his head back, but still being uncomfortably close „well, i didnt really crave pizza today but im not complaining~” „wait what-?” Your words suddenly turning into a muffled protest as telamons huge tounge went up your neck to the cheek and forehead. Leaving trail of golden gleaming saliva in its wake, which slowly dripped down your face and onto the shirt leaving huge wet marks. Before you could even comprehend what happened, a beam of hot air puffed down on you. Telamon mouth was now widely open, his fangs and back canines sparkling with saliva just begging to sink into something. His throat golden with hint of orange gaped open awaiting and moving with every hot breath like moist moving tunnel „w-woah! H-hey this wasnt p-part of the deal!!!” Your protests were swiftly cut short, as you were planted face first into telamons tounge. The Deity wasted no time tasting you, covering your entire face and some of hair in drool. A content purr could be heard as Telamon kept on savoring you, taking his sweet time with it! As you tried to somehow wiggle away, the thing you feared most happened. Suddenly you felt yourself move further into his maw, air becoming thicker and extremely moist the further you went „w-wait please d-dont!!!” But once again your pleas were dismissed, giving you only a content hum before swallowing once again. Your head was almost entirely in the god throat, staring down his esophagus. Your torso already splayed out on his tounge, clothes absorbing tons of saliva till they were dripping wet
With another obscene swallow, you head was send tumbling down Telamons esophagus. It all was so overwhelming, you felt your feet still outside cluthes of his mouth while your head and torso were being squeezed mercilessly over and over. Soon enough your feet followed down, as your ears popped you felt an opening in space. Sliding inside what felt like a vacuum sealed meat chamber, you figure it was deitys stomach. Air thick and thin, barely enough to catch a deep breath, everything smelled like saliva and something underlying sickly sweet like overripe fruits or even wine. The pressure was immense, squeezing you from all sides, the heat stifling and impossible to escape. You were nothing more than a wriggling snack, a treat for the deity to relish and savor at his leisure.
Outside the deity licked his lips absolutely content with the meal, purring happily „i knew the moment i saw you, youd be a perfect snack my little servant~” patting his stomach, he felt the mortal struggle inside with protest „mmmm~…. yesss keep going like your life depends on it~” with a dark chuckled, Telamon stretched out, squeezing the prey inside even more. His stomach barely grew, hidden under the robes and feathers only someone with keen eye would notice the subtle change As if you were erased from this planet, hidden away inside his godly guts „i will let you out at some point, but be sure that its not the last time i will use your services like this my dear~”
HIII ITS MY FIRST EVER FIC POSTED HERE
I hope it readable LMAO its been awhile since i wrote anything especially vore related But it was fun to tap back into my roots >:3
In the future expect such longs fics aswell but not too often since it takes some time for me to write /school /Adhd lol
Ps: any tips are always welcome and appreciated!! <:333
Blurb: An hour of ease between rounds where B^ildr wanders too far off and encounters h4cklrd. Starts off tense but smoothens out to be something they both needed.
I know we have requests pending but >< B^ild3rH4ck..ouhggh We promise we're working on them!!!
CW: vore/g/t vore, hurt comfort(?), mean to flustered/soft pred, accidental bondage [again?] (whoopsie), fearplay, mawplay, sfw but almost romantic vore (you'll see why I tag this xP), desensitization to death/mentions, safe/endo vore, kinda obsessive/possesive pred
Dark as ever when it comes to the realm, eerie silence abundant enough to alarm any creature wandering too far from the cabins. But Builderman was far from swayed away by such, he had to find a way out after all. Too many lives were counting on such a find, he couldn't continue to let them all down. It was a pressure only existent to him, no one else has asked this much of him, maybe Jane in a silent way amongst her grief. But he's chosen this responsibility and weight, and prefers to handle it whenever he can. He had a good amount of time between the intermission and the next round, especially considering he apparently wasn't assigned to be on the next one anyway. So there was time to figure things out.
He carefully made his way through the forest that surrounded the cabins. Each step crushing leaves below, the same look as per usual. Nothing seemed different, there was nothing to find as per usual. He grumbled silently to himself, too stubborn to simply quit there. He kept looking, trying to grasp even the thinnest straws on a difference, and to much surprise there indeed was one. It looked like an odd teleport pad, much akin to the ones utilized in certain games to mark checkpoints and warp the player somewhere else. They usually had a forward and back option he could toggle with the little power he has, it could prove worth the risk. And even if he dies he'll simply be back here.
Taking the warp was quick and simple, although the same cannot be said for where he ended up. It was a dark, almost too gloomy and grim recreation of the heights, Telamon's old playground before this whole mess. It was a strange sight indeed, one that made him nearly hesitate before committing to the investigation. Builderman carefully wandered around the grand arena, observing how all looked in ruin and lost to time. Was this what happened once they were dragged into the realm? Was he out? Or was this another part of the game by the Specter? Answers would come quickly in form of the sound of rattling chains and the faintest of creaking metal. It had the ashen skinned man on high alert and even then he flinched as his body was bound firmly by green glowing chains and pulled straight at a figure he had not gotten to notice prior.
The masked man caught Builderman in his arms, glaring down at him with no clear intention. A jarringly firm hold the grey man couldn't get himself out of no matter how hard he was to try. Then came the other's voice, it finally highlighted that unmasked half of his face showing it far more familiar than expected. " Now what are you doing here outside of the grounds? You'll get yourself killed, or maybe that's still what you're looking for. " He couldn't truly come up with a better response than just: " Is that all you want to say? You didn't have to manhandle me for this. "
Builderman was held firmer as the taller man scoffed at his words. " What are you even trying to achieve here? Almost more importantly, were you thrown my way as an annoyance or were you poking around like you usually do? " Ceasing the idea of escape Builderman simply sighs in defeat. " You know the answer Shed. " " Don't call me that. " The other snapped, right Builderman honestly nearly forgot the other's sensitivity to his own name, doesn't blame the guy in truth. " Right. Hacklord. My mistake " He corrected himself much to Hacklord's pleasure, a gloved hand holding the older's face by the chin. " You have not changed a day have you? " " So long as I can help it. "
The change in Hacklord's demeanor was subtle but enough for Builderman to take notice of it. The way his one visible eye almost softened slightly, the silent gaze that still made him appear imposing yet accentuated his much more lax stance. It was subtle little things Builderman could keep track of. " You don't change much either, you know? " Hacklord would've raised a brow at that, had those words not been from who they came from. " You simply know 'me' well by other means. I know nothing goes by you. " " Then why so hostile?" The ashen man questions, not making any moves to attempt to break free from the hold still, something Hacklord would've expected by now.
He scoffs before his overly serious expression turned into an almost too gleeful one. Squeezing one of Builderman's shoulders in his hand, leaving a tingling feeling for the other admin. " You have a good point. Hostility to you doesn't get anywhere now does it? Well. I do have time for more.. indulgent methods.. " Before Builderman could properly protest the other man's actions he felt the world around him shifting, in truth it was him the one changing simply being shrunken down. Hacklord held the now helpless tiny man by a chain, dangling before him. " Now doesn't this seem familiar enough for you? " His tone almost smug, maybe he's letting himself enjoy the moment. Once a Telamon, always a Shed..
" Hacklord.. What are you doing? " It was odd to be held in this way, he hasn't experienced this since.. well that doesn't matter. But it did not go unnoticed to Builderman's misfortune(?). " Changing my approach. Violence gets me nowhere with you, but I know what does. " The larger held the chained admin closer to his face, amused by the look of realization in the tiny's eyes as he begun to struggle in his binds. " Now hold on a dam minute-! " " I don't think I want to. " He grinned, jaws opening up before the smaller as a wave of hot breath hits the tiny.
Builderman's face lit up, an awkward mixture of startled, panicked and.. oddly fine. Sure, he recalls times where Telamon's done this exact thing to thing prior, it has been far too long from that. Seeing this from Hacklord, someone who claims to be oh so different from the deity- no, man he used to be. It was strange, he did not know if to be frightened or comforted by familiarity. Being slowly lowered into the corrupted giant's maw he scrambled to try and kick himself away, struggling much to Hacklord's amusement. " You were so still just now, what changed? " He snapped his teeth shut before the smaller, too familiar, too soon.. " Relax, unlike the others I have no plans to hurt you.. not much " He jested, though Builderman didn't see it as such. " .. Was kidding. I thought you wanted me to lighten up? " " That. Is not how you- "
Before he could protest further, Hacklord undid the binds and simply tossed the tiny admin into his mouth, trapping him with a clack of his teeth. Builderman's quick to not only process but attempt further struggle as well. Although much to his dismay begrudging enjoyment, He proceeds to be shoved between Hacklord's teeth, admittedly petrified and bracing himself for the possible pain ahead. Only to be met with gentle, almost loving gnawing. Soft nibbling almost like a puppy's playful biting. It felt strange, nice? Can he even say that it feels pleasant? Great now he's just embarrassing himself further as Hacklord begun to faintly chitter contently at the feeling and taste of the smaller admin.
The corrupted admin would slowly tilt his head back, parting his lips just enough for the tiny inside to get a glimpse of the outside and attempt to scramble for it. As opportunity approached, Builderman felt tempted to but he had a feeling where this was going to go.. and in truth he doesn't exactly mind it. And just as expected, Hacklord took a hefty swallow pulling Builderman's legs into his throat. He should've been trying to get himself out or at least just think of it but no, but to not let it be known he's pushing against the walls anyway as the external light fades and he's pushed into the tight oddly green fleshy tube with an audible gulp.
Hacklord let out a content hum as he followed Builderman's decent by trailing a finger over the bulge in his throat until it went past his collarbones. The corrupted admin let out a content chirp as he wiped his mouth of any stray drool. It was far too good to indulge like this again, especially with him. It felt like something in him just clicked, flipped the right switch where he's left smiling to himself with an all too happy sigh. Meanwhile Builderman was squeezed all the way down the larger's throat, wondering the entire time why he felt the way he does about it. Face tinted with embarrassment and reluctant enjoyment of the situation as he's dropped into the other's stomach.
Hacklord seems to snap out of his happy trance and acknowledge the tiny admin's arrival to his gut. " I think this is how I lighten up. Get comfortable, I have no intention of letting you leave so easily after showing up in my domain unannounced. " The wording made the situation too clear to the smaller, getting an honest laugh from Builderman in response. " You can just say you enjoyed it. " " Oh so you will? " He snapped back, leaving an awkward yet mutually understood silence at the realization of their feelings towards the scenario.. you'd think they would've been smart enough to tell the first few minutes no?
After what should've been a little too long Builderman sighs and gently rests himself against one of the stomach walls, rubbing small circles against it with his hand. " You don't have to say anything then.. I don't mind it " Hacklord merely chittered and left out a small burp only muffled by his hand, clearly embarrassed by such action, merely getting a quiet chuckle out of Builderman. The smaller knew that maybe staying here wasn't smart, he needed to get back to the others eventually but.. right now? It feels nice to be close to an old friend love again.
THIS TOOK ME WAY TOO LONG OUGH
HiI'm a Builderman fictive and im GAY AS FUCK FOR SHED/TELA/HACKS OWUFDIDIFHDOFU SO I WROTE THIS KAY IM HACKLORD BRAINROTTED AS FUCK PLEASE MORE PEOPLE MAKE CONTENT OF HIM OLEAE PLEASE-🐅
The great thing about being inside a stomach is that the outside world stops existing.
Whatever worries you had, responsibilities you needed to take care of, whatever stress was weighing down on your shoulders... none of it can reach you here in this cage of fat, and flesh, and bone.
You are physically and mentally disconnected from that world. You cannot see it—only the grooves in the stomach walls in front of you. You cannot hear it—only the heartbeat thumping and the acids bubbling. You cannot feel it—only wetness and slime. You cannot smell it—only acridity and shared food.
When you're inside that stomach, there is nothing else. The stomach provides all. The stomach lets me thrive, the stomach lets me suffer. If I wish to be loved, the stomach loves me. If I long for the thrill of hate, the stomach hates me. Why would I want to leave it?
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