The marble flooring of a hotel lobby.

An elevator with the buttons 5,6,7 lit up.

A single door number which could be part of many.

The door, open just crack with the do not disturb sign slid underneath.

And finally, a naked selfie.



Lance looked at the images he'd taken and wondered if they were too revealing. The app Finders Keepers required users

Caleb despised Vore Day. Hated it, loathed it, detested it, abhorred it, the whole gamut, a veritable 8/8 Grinch. Fear was a big part of it, of course. Lanky nondescript twinks like him were french fries on the best of days, and Vore Day turned every encounter into a life or death scenario. The fact that he was on so many people’s literal shitlists didn’t help, but it certainly wasn’t his fault that so many preds wanted him in a porcelain grave that he had to barricade his home. So what if

Thomas grinned at Sticks, looking down towards them. They gave a small, nervous smile back as they pushed their fringe out of their eyes.




The human was much shorter than usual- only a few inches tall, and they were currently sat completely naked on their boyfriend's plate. A small pile of torn, doll-sized clothes lay forgotten on the table. Thomas brushed his fork against the exposed skin of their middle, teasing them, and Stick

"Come on, out with it. What's bothering you?




Sticks gave Jake a playful glare, joking but still expecting an answer from their boyfriend. He sighed and ran a hand through his short black hair.




"Nothing, really. It's just..." he felt their eyes on him, urging him to be truthful, and mentally wished the topic had never come up.

"I've never really felt too... predatory, before. Carnivorous, I mean."

Thomas pulled Sticks in a little closer and nuzzled into their neck as he spoke.

"-but something about your scent is so enticing to me."




Sticks rolled over in bed to look at their boyfriend, eyes betraying their interest. They sat up.

Nyx: A Night to Remember

Commission for WhyMustI

Includes: M/M, Oral Vore, Digestion, Disposal




Chase sat alone in his usual bar seat, at his usual bar, drinking his usual Friday night drink, head resting on his hand as he slowly surveyed the crowd. The bar, aptly named the ‘
The Pit
’ was his regular haunt after a long week at work, an

Simptember 2

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Goku



Gohan yelled in frustration as he writhed and twisted in the grip of the huge, muscular fingers that held him in place. No matter how he thrashed, no matter how much strength his Super Saiyan form granted him, the burly digits refused to budge, if anything they squeezed down on him ever tighter! The bones in Gohan’s arms