The ripping and tearing of flesh- his arm being ripped open, blood gushing all over
If he were a mortal, it would have been fatal, but he isn’t. He’s a devil, and not just any devil, he’s the king. This is barely a scratch for him. At least, he’d like to say that. Though it’s not fatal and will heal soon enough, it still hurt like hell. Normally he’d push the pain down and power through it, in order to maintain his image, but he didn’t this time. He let himself wince, he let the tears prick the corner of his eye. After all, it was only the two of them. The only eyes to see his weakness were eyes that have seen them countless times, the eyes of his lover. His lover who is currently tearing the flesh from his arm and devouring it. His lover who is drenched in his blood. His lover that’s purring as he rips him apart.
And it is absolutely adorable. Devin tears the flesh from his arm, looking so happy and content, nuzzling Lucien’s shoulder and cuddling against his chest. Nobody else would understand just how lucky he feels, to be the only thing that Devin is willing to consume. It’s an expression of trust and affection, even though it looks like a puddle of gore to anyone else.
The two of them, tucked away in the castle’s attic, close together, and all alone. Devin is finally eating for the first time in days, and Lucien couldn’t be happier. He presses a kiss to Devin’s head and mutters:
Oooph— urp—- listen, little one, I know you don’t know what’s going on. It’s obvious you don’t speak common. Just —- mmmphhh— I really need you to stop fighting so hard. It hurts and it’s hard to breathe when you’re pushing on my diaphragm like that.
I know you’re scared and it burns, but we have to get through this desert and you’re the first prey I’ve seen in a week. I promise I’ll reform you once I reach the next city. I just need some calories to get me there.
Ugh— please— please stop squirming. I can’t let you out. It’s far too late by now. My stomach is too powerful and it’s been empty for days. You’re already halfway there. Shhhh, just a little longer and you’ll go to sleep for a bit. I promise to give you coin to get back to wherever you were traveling to. Shhhhh—
Just rest. I can feel you losing strength. My stomach is really kicking into overdrive now. It’ll be quick. Not sure if you’ve got much space above the surface… fuck, you’re such a filling meal. C’mon, just relax and let me do the work. You’ll be the fuel and I’ll be the caravan. Yours is the easy part—
He wakes up extremely groggy and overstuffed. Last night was a full moon, but he had chained himself up in the basement this time. He locked the basement door and had chains fixed to the wall, which should have been enough to hold him.
He blinks sleepily, noting the wooden floor he’s lying on and the white ceiling lamp above him- this is not his basement. He starts to sit up- but immediately lays back down. His gut is impossibly heavy and aching. He gingerly touches his belly, and winces as even that slight pressure makes him cramp up.
He contemplates what could have happened. This is still his house, but glancing around he can tell the place is a wreck. Furniture ripped to pieces, food and packaging scattered all over. It’s pretty obvious he went on some kind of rampage. But there are no chains on him. If he had somehow managed to break the chains, the cuffs would still be on his wrists, but they’re nowhere to be seen. He gently touches his bloated belly again, feeling at the odd shapes inside- it’s mostly liquid and sloshy by now, but there are a few hard pieces. It’s then that he suddenly recalls something-
His girlfriend. She had been going on about something to do with soulmates, how they physically can’t hurt each other due to “fate” or “destiny” or something like that. He hadn’t really paid attention.
His adrenaline suddenly spikes, he quickly gets up despite his heavy middle and rushes down to the cellar. Sure enough, it’s exactly as he feared- the chains were unlocked, deliberately. It’s not like he could have something like that in his deranged werewolf state, and the only person that could have possibly gotten in was his girlfriend. He collapses to his knees as a wave of nausea hits him, and vomits. Sure enough, a splintered bone lies in the puddle. It’s not like this has never happened before, but he was so certain that this time, he’d be able to minimize the damage.
He feels tears in his eyes, and sobs- he knew this relationship wasn’t going to work out. As much as he liked her, she was just too much for him; always lost in her daydreams and obsessing over whatever new conspiracy theory was floating around the internet. But he didn’t want it to end like this, he was just going to break up with her, maybe still try to be friends, but now he’s breaking her up instead.
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.
NEED more people to talk about symbiotic monster partners with fucky anatomy. I will make this a popular trope or so god help me.
Your... demon? It seems most receptive to that word, it immediately grew cute little horns when you first called it that. Is being particularly protective and needy this night, you know what it wants, and it won't stop fretting and pacing around you till it get what it wants.
You sigh, and make a short click-whistle, and they immediately pounce, looming over you, tail wagging wildly as they push their snout into your neck and kiss you while making a deep, rumbling noise you've learned means they're very happy.
The feeling itself was easy to acclimate to, once you stopped screaming and struggling and gave in, but your stomach still turns at the sound of its sternum cracking, snapping open like a latch, your entire field of view occupied by the pulsing, inky abyss of squelching organs and shimmering ichor that compose its internals...
you do your best to release any tension in your body as slick black tendrils coil around you, carefully supporting your frame as you're lifted into its chest cavity, you are pressed against its lungs and heart as its intestines coils around your legs. You involuntarily shudder as the ribs seal shut behind you, but a deep rumbling purr calms your nerves...
It's incredibly warm, and your partners organs are soft and plush, good for resting on... you brace yourself for what comes next, wincing as a thick chord of neural tissue embeds itself in your back, and foreign arteries pumping black ichor snake across your skin, it's skin, you're already losing track...
It keeps you calm with purrs and trills as it claims your body for itself, your mind sinking into a dark, fuzzy warmth as your blood runs black with ichor and a noise of foreign signals hums in your nerves... whatever this thing is, you belong to it, every cell of what was once your body is filled with its essence...
You feel a shift as your host curls up to sleep, and you drift off soon after as the warmth of your home sinks into you...
male domtops are like a common pest, they thrive in low light high moisture environments. You'll walk past an ill-kept sewage system and hear "buy her lingerie and fuck her in it" echo from inside
Having a gore/vore fetish honestly sucks. Like, I can’t watch horror movies. Partially because I’m scared of them, but mainly because they make me so fucking horny. Watched a zombie movie with some friends a while ago and that sure sucked. Played it off as being scared but watching that guy get torn apart and devoured? 😳🥵💦
Plus there’s the fact that I only like it subconsciously. Putting any thought into it at all makes me feel sick.
I just really like when a character tries to show affection but it’s in a really fucked up way but they genuinely don’t understand why.
Warning!!! Mild description of gore beneath the cut.
Against her better judgment, she’s jogging through the woods in search of her boyfriend. It’s almost midnight, and the sky is clear. The full moon is up high and bright.
The wind carries a strong metallic scent, and sure enough, there’s a trail of blood. She takes a deep breath, prays that it doesn’t belong to a person, and follows it.
It seems god isn’t on her side tonight. At the end of the trail is corpse, and a large wolf tearing it apart. She freezes from the shock of seeing the gore, the despair from realizing she’s too late, and the realization that she’s now in danger. She knows that thing isn’t her boyfriend anymore, and won’t be until daybreak.
The wolf notices her and growls, protecting its prey from any possible thieves.
She runs; the wolf chases, abandoning its meal in favor of the hunt.
It takes barely a moment for it to reach her. It pounces on her, knocking her to the ground. She looks into its mouth, knowing that this is the end. Rather than fear of death, a wave of guilt washes over her, knowing that her boyfriend will never forgive himself.
But the wolf hesitates. Then looks into her eyes.
They stare at each other for what is, in reality, only a few seconds. She says his name, and the wolf steps back upon recognition. Even in this state, love is stronger. However, it doesn’t change his current state. He’s still just a wolf, the only difference is that he recognizes that she’s his mate.
Realizing her injuries, he starts to lick the wounds clean. This actually does the opposite, her previously light scrapes are now covered in slobber and germs. She pushes him away, but can see the confusion and worry in his eyes as he tries a second time. She pushes him away again, and he gives her a desperate look, but doesn’t try again.
He turns to walk away, and she breaths a sigh of relief. Just as she thinks it’s over, the wolf returns with something in its mouth.
The heart of the corpse, torn clean out of its chest.
The wolf drops it in front of her, and pushes it towards her with its nose. It is, in a way, a romantic gesture, but it definitely doesn’t feel that way to her.
…throw back to that time I was talking to someone and I mentioned the term “unwilling vore” and their response was “There’s no such thing as unwilling it’s either consensual or r*pe” and I’m just like.
Consider: A small person. Maybe 4’5”, fully grown adult. Looking at them makes you wonder why they’re so small.
You’d expect them to eat very little, right? I mean, how much could they possibly fit in that little body?
A lot. They ask for thirds and fourths, devour their whole plate, it’s almost concerning. Just as you start to think they’re some kind of black hole, they groan in pain.
They ate way too much. Truth is, their stomach is only small; they just don’t realize that they’re full until it hurts. They complain and whine about how stuffed they are, how much their poor belly hurts. And some people might pity them or think it was a one time accident.
But this happens regularly. Their metabolism is crazy high, which is why they don’t gain weight. And thus, the cycle continues.
Consider: a world in which being dinner for a pred is considered an honor.
Preds are few and far between, an endangered species even. Plus, they only have to eat every couple months. They’re known to be picky eaters, having a sensitive tongue and pallate. The chances of being eaten are extremely low. Even if you do know a preds likely that you’re not to their taste.
So when someone is chosen; it means they’re special. Their taste and texture are perfect and high quality. Parents, children, spouses, and other relatives are rewarded handsomely by the government for “helping preserve the species”.
Some people spend their entire lives trying to make themselves perfect. There’s a large market for products intended to make someone more appetizing. It’s treated no differently than makeup would be. It’d probably be akin to a gold-digger. However, most realize too late that being a meal isn’t what they expected it to be.
So earlier I was feeling a tad miserable and in my misery adled state, my brain cooked up an idea:
Pred that hates what they do, and literally only does it to stay alive.
Pred that doesn't taunt prey or make fun of them or even tease or flirt with them.
Pred that just hastily stuffs the prey down their gullet and forces themselves to swallow so they don't choke on the anguish of what they're doing to this poor person.
Pred who sits and weeps quietly for hours, even after digestion, because of the horrible, disgusting act they did.
Even after hours, days, weeks, months... a LIFE of being miserable and hating what they are, though, they keep doing it.
Their tears and guilt will not absolve them, no matter how hard they wish to have some kind of moral superiority over other preds.
Ok ok ok let me give this a happy ending cuz I was literally just fantasizing about the exact same thing.
The pred meets someone who’s immortal. A fairy. Easy to eat and very filling. BUT as long as at least some part of their body is still unharmed and unconsumed, the rest of their body can regenerate from that part.
I just ISGSSKSBBDJDJ was literally just daydreaming about this so I thought I’d share.
You don’t get to spend much time at home. Being the leader of such a large criminal organization takes up a lot of time, not to mention the amount of travel you have to do.
Every time you get to go home is a treat. Your ridiculously giant mansion is more of a hotel due to the large number of people it houses; servants, clients, family, friends, captives, partners, colleagues, employees. But there’s one person in particular you’re always excited to see.
Before you go to see him, you make sure to have your finest chefs and bakers prepare a large dish to bring with you.
As you knock on the door to his den (which is literally just the bedroom he’s claimed), he calls out for you to enter.
You find him sitting on his bed, trying to read a children’s book. As soon as he notices you, he tosses the book carelessly and rushes to wrap his arms over your shoulders. This is why he’s only allowed to have children’s board books.
“Master! You’re back!” He nuzzles against your shoulder.
Jane is a werewolf you captured. Your initial intention was to sell him on the black market, but that idea was quickly discarded. The first impression you got of him, a feral beast with a craving for human flesh, turned out to be wrong.
In fact, it wasn’t even close. The truth is that he was cursed. It’s a sensitive topic, so you don’t know much. You do know that the curse inflicted him with a constant and painful starvation that drove him into a rabid state. He’d been wandering aimlessly in search of food; stealing from people and hunting for prey. Eventually, it got to the point he was eating people. Eating them whole, at that. But nothing he ate eased his hunger. He had thought it was impossible to satisfy, but you provided him with a ridiculously large buffet, and disproved this.
Now that his pain has been eased by a steady flow of food and a minimum of seven meals a day, his real self shows. He’s very affectionate, and especially likes belly rubs and being pet. He’s obedient and loyal, and most importantly, he loves you. Genuinely and generally, it isn’t romantic, sexual, or even platonic. He just loves everything about you. And you’ve grown quite fond of him too.
“Indeed~ now come and sit back down, I brought you a snack.”
His eyes blow wide and he smiles, rushing to the couch to obey your command as quickly as possible.
“You’re the best~!”
As you sit next to him, he grabs at the platter and pulls it right out of your hands. Once he has the food, he starts stuffing his face.
“Mmm! It’s so good! Thank you, master~”
The amount of food you brought could probably feed a family of five, but you know that it’s just a light snack as far as his stomach is concerned. You chuckle and pet his head, combing your fingers through his hair. At the base of his neck is the leather collar you gave him, with the golden charm imbedded with his name. It’s slightly tight on him, but that was intentional. It shifts with every swallow, making the charm jingle and shine.
“You’re wearing the collar I gave you~”
He speaks with his mouth full, “Of course I am. You got it for me after all.”
You smirk. “You know that wearing a collar makes you look like a dog, right?”
He swallows his mouthful. “Yeah, and? You like it, don’t you? I don’t really care what it makes me as long as you like it.” He shovels more into his mouth.
You rest your head on his bloated tummy, watching him devour the plate of food. It’s entrancing, he can fit so much into his mouth, and his throat can swallow such large amounts. You listen to him chew, the crunching and slurping is like music to your ears. Every swallow is powerful, punctuated with a soft *gulp* and the jingle of his collar. But his stomach is the best part. You can hear every soft gurgle as it’s quickly stuffed, and it groans as it attempts to digest its contents. Your thoughts are interrupted.
“Enjoying yourself~?”
You nod, and he chuckles affectionately. He sets the empty plate aside and adjusts his position so you’re both lying down. He’s soft and comfortable like a pillow. He’s gained a lot of weight since you took him in. His arms, legs, chest, and belly have filled out. What was previously just skin, bones, and muscle has been softened with a healthy layer of pudge. His body has just the right amount of padding. The perfect amount to grope at. And that’s exactly what you do. With your ear pressed to his stomach, you grope at his sides and gently knead his belly. His tail starts wagging, and you can’t resist teasing.
“Looks like you’re enjoying this too~”
He chuckles again and stretches. Yeah. Ravenous beast my ass. He’s closer to a puppy than a beast.
This is a short kink fic about two of my original characters. Though there’s no explicit adult content, it is still a kink fic. Story is under the cut.
It contains:
Stuffing
Pet play
Belching
Starvation
Messy eating
Probably cringe
Almost vore
There is no actual vore, it’s just mentioned briefly
It’s a beautiful summer day as I hike through the woods. Despite my pampered lifestyle, I’ve always loved being surrounded by nature. I recently bought a log cabin nearby, and I intend to spend the summer living in the woods. I admire my surroundings, it’s quiet. Suspiciously quiet. Aren’t there supposed to be creatures singing all day? Like birds and cicadas? Yet the only sounds are my own footsteps and the light breeze. I suppose it’s still early in the summer, perhaps the creatures are still asleep. I’m quickly disproven, as the reason for the silence appears.
Before I can even process the situation, I’m shoved to the ground. A beast, a werewolf, is on top of me. A beautiful one, too. He licks his lips.
“Yeah, you’ll make a good meal~”
Despite the situation, I’m not afraid. Rather, I’m excited to be presented with such a wonderful opportunity.
“Wait! Hold on! You’re hungry, right?”
He growls, “Obviously, now be a good meal and let me swallow you whole.”
“Wait! I can provide you with much more and better food! I’ll have a feast prepared just for you!”
He looks skeptical, which is reasonable. Being outside in the woods wearing my hiking gear, I don’t give off the same refined imagine as usual.
His voice is low and threatening, “Oh really? And how do I know you’re not just bluffing?”
“But I’m not! Just think about it. I can give you a feast with only the best of foods. Let me make a call, and I’ll have a buffet organized for you!”
“…Be quick about it.”
He glares threateningly, which only excites me further. I quickly pull out my phone and call my head butler, telling him to prepare the dining room for my guest. The wolf looks surprised, it seems he’s finally started believing me.
“Now come with me! It’s a short walk to the car, and it’ll be about a ten minute drive.”
He reluctantly follows me. His eyes widen as he sees my limousine. Finally convinced of my honesty, he climbs inside. However, is impatience is clear. I open the fridge at the back, offering the freshly assorted charcuterie boards and expensive wine. He freezes, and drools at the sight, before lunging at it and devouring its contents. His manners are atrocious, but it’s perfect. He swallows chunks whole and downs the wine quickly, burping shamelessly as he finishes. He licks his lips and fingers happily, though I can tell he’s still hungry.
As we reach our destination, his eyes widen once again at the sight of my cabin. Since it’s much smaller than my main residence, I forget how large this place seems to commoners. My butler greets us at the door, holding it open for us. I lead the werewolf inside, his eyes widen as he with wonder, and into the dining room. The table is filled with freshly cooked meats and vegetables, all locally obtained, and the smell of freshly baked bread fills the room. He freezes once we reach it, the sheer amount of food and it’s delicious smell likely overwhelming him.
“Go ahead, this was all prepared just for you~”
He doesn’t need to be told twice, as he immediately rushes to the table and starts stuffing his face. He eats quickly and messily, using his hands to tear into the food and shoving far too much into his mouth at once. The sight is mesmerizing, I’ve never seen anyone eat so much so fast, and he just keeps eating. His hunger seems endless.
He speaks with his mouth full, “This is.. *NOMPH* so good..! *GLRK* I’ve never.. *CHOMPH* seen so much food… *GLP* in one place before..!”
And this is my chance, the final move that will ensure that he becomes mine.
“…You could eat like this every day y’know~ That is, as long as you agree to my conditions~”
“Grmph?” His reply is muffled through his mouth of food, but it’s evident he wants to know more.
“It’s a simple condition, really. I want to own you~ I want you to be my pet~”
He looks stunned. He swallows his mouthful without bothering to finish chewing.
“…what exactly does that entail?”
“You’ll always be at my beck and call. You’ll obey my every command. I get to play with you and pamper you. And in exchange, you get to eat to your hearts content whenever you want~”
He pauses for a second, unsure about whether his pride could allow that. But then he takes another look at the table, and the servants that continue bringing more large portions every time he finishes, and it’s far too tempting to resist.
“…Alright, I agree to your terms.”
And just like that, he’s mine. This unique and rare creature has willingly given himself to me. I smile wide and clap my hands together.
“Wonderful! I knew you were a smart one~”
“So what exactly… *CHOMPH* am I supposed to… *GLRK* do?”
And now it’s time to claim what’s rightfully mine. I press myself right next to him, and pull out a chair.
“Have a seat~”
He obeys without question or hesitation. I climb onto his lap. His eyes widen in surprise, I doubt he’s used to such intimacy. I rest my ear on his chest to listen to his heartbeat, put one arm around his waist, and put my other hand on his belly. He remains in place, obediently waiting for his next command.
“Go ahead~ you can keep eating~”
And eat he does. It’s so much more erotic being this close. I can hear his excited heartbeat, his uneven breathing, his loud chewing, the food going down his throat. I can see how he stuffs his large mouth full, and chews with his sharp teeth. I can feel his stomach working hard beneath my hand, and I can feel it slowly start to swell.
But the most noticeable thing is his smile. He looks to be in complete bliss, like he’s eating for the first time in years. His bright blue eyes practically sparkle as they start to water with blissful tears. I can’t help but wonder when his last meal was.
My thoughts are interrupted by a loud, wet gurgle from his stomach, and he belches loudly.
“*UUURRRRGGLLPPHH* …phew”
And he goes right back to eating. I can’t help but chuckle, thoroughly entertained by his antics. I start to rub his belly in circles.
“Mmmph~”
…
He eats for what must be at least an hour, and his stomach continues to swell slowly. It’s not until he’s devoured six full course dinners that he slows down, his stomach round and taut. He smiles blissfully, licking his lips and fingers. His stomach is loud, I wouldn’t be surprised if even the servants in the next room over could hear it. With my ear pressed to it, I can hear every little sound. From the loud *GRLBL*s to the soft *shclupl*s. He belches again.
“*GUUURRRRRRRRLLLLPPPPPHHHHH* ah…”
He smiles in satisfaction, and looks down at me rubbing and resting on his rounded belly.
“…You really seem to be enjoying this.”
“You’re just so soft and round and warm and stuffed and fat..!~” I babble, much more into this than I expected to be.
He chuckles, making his belly bounce and its contents slosh. He puts his hand on my head, petting me gently.
“I dunno know why you’re enjoying this so much~”
He pauses, his expression softening to something akin to adoration. He continues to gently stroke my hair.
You start to panic as I pull your soul up from your throat. It’s warm in my hand, like holding fire. Your body goes limp in my arms. It’s still alive; it continues to breath and it’s heart continues to beat, but now it’s just an empty shell. I keep it close so it stays safe. An empty vessel is a very precious treasure for wandering spirits, after all. This is only temporary, so I can’t let anything happen to your body.
Your soul makes my mouth water, I’ve never seen anything so delectable before. I admire it for a few minutes, before the temptation grows too strong. I lick it, and my body shivers in excitement.
Unable to resist, I finally push it past my lips. I’ve never tasted anything like it, I suppose falling in love with someone does add flavor. It’s sweet like honey. So sweet that it almost burns. I turn it in my mouth, tasting every inch. I savor it as long as I can, it’s so perfect I almost cry. I give up trying to keep myself collected, it’s not like anyone’s around to see it anyway. Drool drips from my mouth, and I hum around it in pleasure.
My stomach growls in anticipation, and my patience snaps. I push it to the back of my mouth, and finally swallow it. I feel it burn my throat, but it just adds to the bliss of the moment. As it reaches my belly, I feel a deep sense of contentment. Tears finally spill past my eyes, I feel full and relaxed and happy; a combination I’ve never felt before. I pat my belly happily, and curl around your body. A soft burp works its way up my throat as my eyes start to get heavy.
I’m completely content, and drift off into a peaceful sleep in moments. It’s embarrassing how strongly you affect me, humiliating actually. I’m supposed to be a scary powerful demon, not some lovesick fool. But it doesn’t matter, you make me happy. Though I’d never let my cohorts see me like this, it’s fine to be self indulgent sometimes.
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