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please dont don’t hurt me
Some vore things that are extremely good
- G/t vore where the prey is just big enough to fit snugly inside the pred’s stomach, causing a slight bulge from the outside.
- Preds that unconsciously place their hand on their belly as they fall asleep
- Preds with extremely verbal bellies that gurgle at the sight of their favorite prey
- Preds with hiccups
- That unmistakable look your pred gives you. A mix of bashful true love and admiration mixed with a primal hunger and longing that lets you know he needs you slipping into his gut right now.
- As the prey squeezes into the pred’s stomach, it forces up a burp that the pred just can’t keep in. They then get flustered and apologize, blushing.
⚬ pairing: mingyu x fem!reader ⚬ word count: 54K (grab ur popcorn) ⚬ warnings: alcohol, drinking ⚬ genres: SLOWBURN, back and forth PINING, angst, summer romance, spice/nsfw mentions and smut, eventual friends to lovers, brief high school!au, fluff, slight love triangle, lots of teasing/flirting.
✧✎ synopsis: when you graduate high school, you realize you’re not really going to miss anyone, apart from a cute boy who doesn’t even remember your name. five years later, after accepting an offer to pass the summer at a friend’s lake house, he’s standing right in front of you. the universe doesn’t give second chances very often. you’re not going to let the honey boy slip away twice.
✧✎ a/n: MY LONGEST FIC YET. i did think abt uploading this as a series, but this feels like something which should be uploaded all at once. i actually did include “chapters” so that it’s easier to find the spot where you left off! ALSO, pls do not feel obligated to read this entire thing! if halfway through you’re like “this isn’t for me” then feel free to step away. i understand perfectly well that it can be difficult to stick with long stories, especially if the plot doesn’t grab us. that is natural and i don’t want anyone feeling guilty abt it. i also included some oc’s which i rarely do, but i thought it might further submerse the reader. thnk you sm for being patient!!
*! i’ve been made aware that there are certain terms which can be used to sexualize and or exotify those with tanned skin, such as the term ‘honey boy’ itself. this is absolutely not my intention nor is kmg sexualized for his skin tone in this story– however, regardless of intent, it’s important to acknowledge the real consequences these terms can have on poc! it is definitely something to keep in mind for those of us whose fanfic includes artists/oc’s of colour. !*
some final notes:
⇢ here is this fic’s inspo playlist ⇢ smut chapter is marked so it can be skipped ⇢ taglist included in final author’s note ⇢ i rly hope u guys enjoy it!
CHAPTER 1: THE DOT
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Perhaps my all time favorite part of Ten and Donna's dynamic is whenever Donna's like 'hey I'm gonna head out" and Ten is like "I understand. I can't lie and say that I'm ready for you to leave but I would never try to trap you here. I love you and thank you and before you go I want you to know that you've changed me on a fundamental level your presence has rewritten my DNA for the better I'll remember you and sing your praises to the stars with my dying breath" and Donna's like "I'm going on a milk run. Calm the fuck down."
I’m so fucked up. Like, sweater-weather is finally here and my first thought was “Cool, arms are now unlocked :D”
Bitch aren’t you supposed to be in recovery??
Preparing hot chocolate because relapsing is not the answerrrrrr
short trip with y.
it was our first trip together, his first trip to the capital as well as his first time couchsurfing.
we arrived in the night and the first thing we encountered was a musician performing outside the station. he was actually great. we listened to him for about ten minutes. y. said this city already made him want to start smoking and drinking again. our host h. lived in the coolest neighbourhood, *the* place to be for young people. h. works as a software designer, but mostly is an artist through and through. he paints and sings and seemingly lives the ideal life. h. first took us to a deli, we had the best fast food ever. then, we went to a bar together, it was crowded and people were smoking inside. we drank beer and talked for some time. h. and y. were clearly getting along more than h. did with me. they had more in common and i guess h. is very hurt from a recent breakup he told us about and therefore sceptical towards girls. after some time of pretending that we could hear each other, we decided to go home. we sat down in h.'s room, y. on the sofa, me on the persian carpet in front of it, h. on his desk chair. h. and me had more beer and until 6am we showed each other music and talked about life. when H. shortly left the room, y. leaned down from the sofa to kiss me. in public we never kiss, hold hands or behave like we are in a relationship really. just sometimes he rests is head on my shoulder when sitting next to each other on public transportation. eventually, we decided to go to sleep. y. and me were given the room of h.'s roommate who was travelling. it was ideal really, a typical room of this neighbourhood, high ceilings, big windows, a big comfy elevated bed. the second we are in private y. becomes really affectionate. he is the most sensual and passionate lover i have ever had and both of us enjoyed this night much.
