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so many misguided metaphors around violence and desire. if the open maw of a panting beast fills you with the want to be devoured, that does not make you prey. while the rabbit trembles in fear, its deepest desire is to run. evolution demands it. in fact, the desire to be eaten does not make you any small animal at all.
it makes you a fruit.
by Jessica Cioffi
Ok this is an odd topic but...
If you like vore nonsexually, thats ok, but- if you demand vore to be treated as nonsexual and acting like kids online should be able to enjoy, please block me.
you can like feet nonsexually for example, but if you make spaces online all for admiring feet and letting people talk about how much they wanna touch soles ect, that space WILL be nsfw. Same goes for vore, an online vore space IS a nsfw space, theres no such thing as "sfw vore" online.
Please stop trying to say kids should be able to post their vore fantasies and art online, you are just putting kids in danger, YES this also applies to kids who are encouraging other kids to do it, stop it.
An ensign who has heard about Q but never seen him finds him fascinating. A being who can warp reality at will. A being who could make their impossible fantasy a reality.
On the halodeck you can live out any fantasy in privacy, thought not private from an omnipotent being.
Q is now curious. Why does this human want this? To be tiny and naked and held over his mouth? To be licked? Tasted? He doesn’t need to eat food, why would he eat a human? Why would a human want to be eaten?
I am disappointed to find that there’s no fan works featuring Q from Star Trek eating someone.
I feel that any being with god-like power should use that power to make someone bite sized and swallow them whole and alive.
The DnD fandom needs to be way more vorny about Fiends. I want a Warlock whose pact is predicated on the understanding that they’re getting eaten by their patron in a couple of decades. I don’t want any of this boring drafted for the blood war stuff. Get fucking nommed!
I agree, eating souls as a warlock deal.
I also like it as a theme for fae patrons.
I have a warlock whose patron is the fae lord of cats. It's an unhealthy relationship where he was her only significant relationship growing up. She grew up in an orphanage as the only tiefling in a place that viewed infernal blood as a curse or at the very least a bad sign, something wrong with her. She met her patron as a child. On the way home from the library, she came across a group of older boys, teenagers twice her size, who had a bag of kittens. The gang was discussing drowning them or lighting their tails on fire for sport. She told them to let them go, and was willing to get in a fight to save the kittens.
Her patron came to her afterward in the form of a black cat with a white tuft on his chest and spoke to her. He offered her a boon for what she'd done.
She asked to keep him, he said he could not be kept, she asked him to be her friend, he agreed to be her friend until she came of age. So he appeared to her as a boy her age or as a cat. (very Peter Pan and Wendy meets The Cat Returns and Fruit's Basket vibes). They snuck out from the orphanage at night. When she came of age, he asked to keep her, giving her a collar with a bell as a symbol of the pact (Pact of the Talisman). He only cares about his own people, cats, and has a cat's morality. She has self esteem issues and trust issues, so despite their friendship and her service protecting and helping cats and punishing anyone who hurts cats, she believes that this deal is means her soul belongs to him and he will eat her soul when she dies. She asked him about it.
"If I say yes, I’ll be yours?" she asked the beautiful boy playfully crouched on the roof. He seemed almost like an elf but not quite, too tall, too beautiful, scelera eyes still like a cat, and long fae ears still covered in black fur. As always, when he took this humanoid form, he looked the same age as her, though she knew well enough he was something ageless, immortal. "Forever," he agreed, his grin wide and full of sharp teeth.
Her heart skipped a beat. She had thought that when their deal ended, when she came of age, he'd leave. Vanish like an imaginary friend of childhood. Leave her to get along on her own now, since she was grown, and he'd taught her enough to take care of herself on the street. Sneaking, stealing, and how to make the rooftops and labyrinth of alleyways a thoroughfare.
Yeah, she could land on her feet, but she didn't want to lose him. She looked at the gift he'd offered her, a collar with an oversized bell. Her mind replayed his offer 'I want to keep you, but only if you agree'
Of course, she agreed. No one had ever wanted her. She wanted to be kept, to stay with him, to be his...but there had to be a catch, right? She'd read about deals like this. He got something out of this.
"So what, when I die you get my soul?" her voice all bravado, casual and tough, as if she was scoffing at the offer. Even though she did not want to hesitate. "Yes, I will take it from your lips with your last breath," he said, "but until then, I'll be with you and teach you more tricks and show you so many things and you'll help me and my people as needed." "They say cats will steal your breath when you sleep, and eat the souls of the dead. So I'm yours for life and then -" He laughed and smiled at her wickedly. "Are you scared? Here I thought you were fearless. Always willing to leap, whether from the roof or into trouble."
"Trust that you land on your feet," she repeated words he'd told her so many times, "but trust nothing else. Be alert, be cunning, be bold but remember the world is full of teeth and claws stronger than yours, so be quicker and be clever." "You remember well," he praised. "And I remember that you don't care for mortals, or morals, you're concern is your kind and I am not a cat," she said, "I'm someone you owed a boon paid with companionship for seven years but that's done. Now you want to keep me?" "I've grown fond of you," he admitted, "you're not just any mortal, you're mine - if you still want to be, hence the offer. You know I cannot tell lies." "You haven't said you don't plan to eat me," she pointed out. "I don't plan anything," he said, "not that far ahead. I didn't plan to offer this. I didn't plan to grow... attached and intrigued at what you'll do next and what you can become. I do not know if I will grow bored or roam or lose interest in you in the future, but regardless you can have my gifts and keep what you learn but there's always a price, and I don't know what I'll do with you forever, what may amuse me."
She could picture him playing with her like a mouse or a bird, putting off eating her but doing it in the end. The world is full of teeth and claws, and if this being ever wanted to catch her, she would be helpless.
He was the lord of a Kingdom in Faerie, a member of no court and welcomed in all. He sat on the throne of the Summer Court and in the lap of Queen Mab herself, belonging to no one but welcome by all, or at least not kept out, for that would be futile, this Archfey Lord of Cats. She knew that mortals should be wary of deals made with fae. She knew he would not promise to never hurt her, as a cat he could do from purring to biting when he was done with pets or biting just to play. Fae were changeable, and after a lifetime, how useful would she be to him if cats or cat faeries really did have a taste for souls, lapping up people like cream? He stood and sauntered towards her, holding out his hand for the collar. "It's just an offer," he said, "I'd like to keep you but I'd never fault anyone who did not want a collar, my little Ferral Vad." He spoke the name she'd chosen for herself, one based on defining how she saw herself, what she was, as was Tiefling custom. Fair for short, which she thought funny.
"I want you to keep me," she said, because, regardless of anything else, including well-founded concerns about this sort of arrangement, she did want him to stay, and she liked the idea of being his. She turned, using a hand to pull her short cut indigo hair out of the way to expose the back of her neck.
She placed the golden collar against the blue black skin of her neck. "Will you it put on for me?"
How did I miss this story in the reblogs? This is great!
And here's some art of them by @wrendrawsstuff
there’s a cod monsterfucking mix & match event thing going on on bsky. & there was a vore prompt. so i had to (feat. dragon!gaz, dragon!soap, & their favorite lieutenant) 🐲💖
Yes! One of my favorite things! Lady and the Tramping prey/being in the middle of a kiss.
So I’ve got this concept in my head- we all know the trope of “predator falls in love and eats the object of their affection on accident because they got a little too into it”, but consider:
Preds are incapable of digesting their soulmate- in the same way a lot of fics go “The stomach doesn’t distinguish between friends and food” but reverse. their body sees the soulmate and is just- “wtf is this?? I can’t eat this??”
You could get so many good scenarios with this- the same build up of the horror of murdering the one you love and panicking only to find out that thank god they’re actually safe. Or a couple that’s REALLY convinced they’re perfect soulmates only for the prey to get pulped. Or a rivals/enemies scenario where the pred finally wins but then wtf why is the prey still alive in there. Or grabbing someone random off the street and whoops they’re your soulmate that’s an awkward first impression to make.
The DnD fandom needs to be way more vorny about Fiends. I want a Warlock whose pact is predicated on the understanding that they’re getting eaten by their patron in a couple of decades. I don’t want any of this boring drafted for the blood war stuff. Get fucking nommed!
I agree, eating souls as a warlock deal.
I also like it as a theme for fae patrons.
I have a warlock whose patron is the fae lord of cats. It's an unhealthy relationship where he was her only significant relationship growing up. She grew up in an orphanage as the only tiefling in a place that viewed infernal blood as a curse or at the very least a bad sign, something wrong with her. She met her patron as a child. On the way home from the library, she came across a group of older boys, teenagers twice her size, who had a bag of kittens. The gang was discussing drowning them or lighting their tails on fire for sport. She told them to let them go, and was willing to get in a fight to save the kittens.
Her patron came to her afterward in the form of a black cat with a white tuft on his chest and spoke to her. He offered her a boon for what she'd done.
She asked to keep him, he said he could not be kept, she asked him to be her friend, he agreed to be her friend until she came of age. So he appeared to her as a boy her age or as a cat. (very Peter Pan and Wendy meets The Cat Returns and Fruit's Basket vibes). They snuck out from the orphanage at night. When she came of age, he asked to keep her, giving her a collar with a bell as a symbol of the pact (Pact of the Talisman). He only cares about his own people, cats, and has a cat's morality. She has self esteem issues and trust issues, so despite their friendship and her service protecting and helping cats and punishing anyone who hurts cats, she believes that this deal is means her soul belongs to him and he will eat her soul when she dies. She asked him about it.
"If I say yes, I’ll be yours?" she asked the beautiful boy playfully crouched on the roof. He seemed almost like an elf but not quite, too tall, too beautiful, scelera eyes still like a cat, and long fae ears still covered in black fur. As always, when he took this humanoid form, he looked the same age as her, though she knew well enough he was something ageless, immortal. "Forever," he agreed, his grin wide and full of sharp teeth.
Her heart skipped a beat. She had thought that when their deal ended, when she came of age, he'd leave. Vanish like an imaginary friend of childhood. Leave her to get along on her own now, since she was grown, and he'd taught her enough to take care of herself on the street. Sneaking, stealing, and how to make the rooftops and labyrinth of alleyways a thoroughfare.
Yeah, she could land on her feet, but she didn't want to lose him. She looked at the gift he'd offered her, a collar with an oversized bell. Her mind replayed his offer 'I want to keep you, but only if you agree'
Of course, she agreed. No one had ever wanted her. She wanted to be kept, to stay with him, to be his...but there had to be a catch, right? She'd read about deals like this. He got something out of this.
"So what, when I die you get my soul?" her voice all bravado, casual and tough, as if she was scoffing at the offer. Even though she did not want to hesitate. "Yes, I will take it from your lips with your last breath," he said, "but until then, I'll be with you and teach you more tricks and show you so many things and you'll help me and my people as needed." "They say cats will steal your breath when you sleep, and eat the souls of the dead. So I'm yours for life and then -" He laughed and smiled at her wickedly. "Are you scared? Here I thought you were fearless. Always willing to leap, whether from the roof or into trouble."
"Trust that you land on your feet," she repeated words he'd told her so many times, "but trust nothing else. Be alert, be cunning, be bold but remember the world is full of teeth and claws stronger than yours, so be quicker and be clever." "You remember well," he praised. "And I remember that you don't care for mortals, or morals, you're concern is your kind and I am not a cat," she said, "I'm someone you owed a boon paid with companionship for seven years but that's done. Now you want to keep me?" "I've grown fond of you," he admitted, "you're not just any mortal, you're mine - if you still want to be, hence the offer. You know I cannot tell lies." "You haven't said you don't plan to eat me," she pointed out. "I don't plan anything," he said, "not that far ahead. I didn't plan to offer this. I didn't plan to grow... attached and intrigued at what you'll do next and what you can become. I do not know if I will grow bored or roam or lose interest in you in the future, but regardless you can have my gifts and keep what you learn but there's always a price, and I don't know what I'll do with you forever, what may amuse me."
She could picture him playing with her like a mouse or a bird, putting off eating her but doing it in the end. The world is full of teeth and claws, and if this being ever wanted to catch her, she would be helpless.
He was the lord of a Kingdom in Faerie, a member of no court and welcomed in all. He sat on the throne of the Summer Court and in the lap of Queen Mab herself, belonging to no one but welcome by all, or at least not kept out, for that would be futile, this Archfey Lord of Cats. She knew that mortals should be wary of deals made with fae. She knew he would not promise to never hurt her, as a cat he could do from purring to biting when he was done with pets or biting just to play. Fae were changeable, and after a lifetime, how useful would she be to him if cats or cat faeries really did have a taste for souls, lapping up people like cream? He stood and sauntered towards her, holding out his hand for the collar. "It's just an offer," he said, "I'd like to keep you but I'd never fault anyone who did not want a collar, my little Ferral Vad." He spoke the name she'd chosen for herself, one based on defining how she saw herself, what she was, as was Tiefling custom. Fair for short, which she thought funny.
"I want you to keep me," she said, because, regardless of anything else, including well-founded concerns about this sort of arrangement, she did want him to stay, and she liked the idea of being his. She turned, using a hand to pull her short cut indigo hair out of the way to expose the back of her neck.
She placed the golden collar against the blue black skin of her neck. "Will you it put on for me?"
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Preds everywhere want her. And she knows that, and she adamantly denies wanting to be devouring and worms her way out of the claws of the preds that try to catch her, but...
Deep down, she wonders what it's like, to sit deep in the folds of someone's stomach, curled up in their body. Listening to their breathing around her. Listening to their heartbeat. Feeling their stomach gently compress around her, and then relax as it idly works around her. Is it warm? Is it cold? How does it smell in there? What does it feel like...?
But she's afraid to take the plunge. She's heard horror stories; prey who trusted someone, only for it to end badly and for them to never escape, or prey getting snatched up in the night. She's so curious about what it's like, but she's afraid of getting hurt.
Perhaps that's why she always feels a hurricane in her chest when she sees her crush, though. Her crush and her best friend... a pred.
They're very sweet, never giving any indications that they want to devour her or do anything she doesn't want to do. In fact, they treat her almost... reverently. There's an odd sense of tension in their relationship; they hold deep respect for each other, but they've never actually sat down to talk about their feelings or what kind of relationship they want from each other.
Sometimes, she can't stop herself from staring at their lips, at their teeth. She watches them when they eat, the way their throat bobs. The way they easily and almost greedily gulp down large amounts of food. Sometimes, she wonders; do they eat so much around her because they're craving a different kind of meal?
Whenever they look up at her and smile, she always stares at their teeth. Fuck, if they wanted to devour her, she doesn't think that she'd have the strength to stop them...
(And would she even want to stop them?)
The three types of kink are
* you have power
* you're safe
* feet
this is a shitpost but I think it's not THAT wrong. Most kink is either one of (or a combination of):
You get to play at having power over someone else. This is your dominance sorts of things, your sadisms, etc.
You get to play safely. You can play with scary things while knowing there's safewords and a dom/top who loves you.
Feet. By which I mean, there's some normal part of the human experience that your brain has for some reason fixated on. Maybe you're into red hair, or glasses, or fluffy tails.
Safe can have nuance within the fantasy. A fantasy of being safe in a dangerous situation because within the fantasy you’re not in danger in an otherwise dangerous situation or you’re not safe in the fantasy but safe because you’re engaging in a fantasy.
But feet also crosses into things that are gross and uncomfortable, which covers a lot of kink. Things that are eew for some people, and that cross into getting pleasure from things that are unpleasant.
My kinks are imaginary and can’t be played out, so it’s thoughts and fantasies but this probably applies to things you can do.
What does your favorite prey character get up to when stuck in a tum? Struggle, bargain, nap, rub the stomach walls, expore their surroundings...
uhhh kicking and threatening mostly! he moves on to bargaining at one point though. probably shortly after the big guy drains that martini
i love putting a small lesbian in a situation
She’s a shrimp, what about the big lesbian?
not all kinks are sublimated anxieties, but the readiness with which we turn our sublimated anxieties into sexual fantasies is one of the most endearing things about our species to me. like our brains are like, “hmm. don’t like this. i should jerk off about it.”
Experienced pred, swallows a prey for an hour or so to tire them out. Spits up the prey, and feeds it to an inexperienced pred so they dont have to struggle with an energetic prey
They could lady and the tramp the prey but backwards cause it starts with lips together
dragon who would never eat a human. her entire clan is strictly vegetarian and incredibly proud of it
dragon who would never eat a human.
…what? vegetarian? god no, she loves meat. humans are just weird and stringy and gross and don’t taste good unless you season the shit out of them. its easier to just eat a coop of chickens or something
dragon who would never- wait. you’re blushing? OH! you mean… well yes she would be willing to do that. if you really wanted
