#romantic vore

[marieyoukaibait]

Happy Vore Day!!!!! For the occasion I got inspired to draw my beloved OCs Lumi and Vivianne, having their first vore experience together❤️❤️❤️

(You can read an entire fic about it here!!)

[fuzzynecromancer]

So I have fallen in love with a new Kpop Demon Hunters fanfic. It's some very compelling post-canon polytrix kinkfic that manages to have amazing sex writing and carry a real sense of them as an established triad. It's also incredibly romantic and fluffy, and the blend fo wholesome and horny really compliment each other. The author has gone to some elaborate lengths to justify writing kink, but really knows how to pull it off.

Also, if you aren't a vorephile now, you will be by the time you catch up on this fic.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[im-just-a-little-freak]

ohh, idea.

a nervous pred is badly injured while protecting prey, and the prey, now terrified, gently takes them to a bed, dresses them in clean pyjamas, bandages the injured and probably miserable feeling pred, gently telling them they didn’t need to protect them, and that they only wanted the pred to be safe, before gently climbing into the preds mouth and down their throat, allowing the injured pred to sleep at least slightly comfortably, and in close care to their love

[burlypred]

Was fun going through you answering all your asks. Curious after you mentioning briefly you might like ENDO, but prefer digesting your food: what about the very specific situation of like, dominating/toying with a lover? Just getting to swallow them up when you want, and them being very turned on by you treating them like food when you want? Reformation or not.

Coming home from work, finding them on the couch, and first thing you do is stick their whole head in your mouth and gulp, finally explaining how bad a day it was once they’re fully curled up in your gut and how much you’re gonna enjoy digesting them (whether real or a tease) to make the day better.

You got it! That lover idea is the dream honestly.

Here’s the thing- if there is someone willing to be eaten by me but they want to be reformed, I don’t mind complying. There’s lots of willing prey who do want to be digested, and I also eat and digest a fair amount of unwilling prey, I can’t help it, the pred appetite is insatiable and willing prey are a dime a dozen! But reformation does take a lot out of you so I gotta make sure I’m well rested and in a good mindset. Can’t gulp a guy I made a promise to and then fall right asleep, I wanna keep my word- and truly even if I did fall asleep (some guys like to spend the night in this cozy hotel room) I’m gonna have to take some extra precautions, like plenty of vore-strength antacids and make sure I’m hydrated. Plus, that also allows for happy customers to return!

But if I had a boyfriend or husband (and ultimately that’s what I want) I would absolutely swallow him all the time with either method. That end of the day scenario is so sweet, whether I’d need him in my belly as comfort, or him in mine.

See vore doesn’t need to be so final all the time! And it’s okay to respect your willing prey’s wishes. You don’t have to be cruel to literally every guy you come across- unless they want that, of course.

[thechrispyboi]

Happy valentines day friends, instead of being matched with your valentine. Instead prey are gonna be matched with a stomach. And preds are gonna have their stomach match with a prey!

So who’s your valentine then this year?

[jack-the-nibbler]

Valentine’s Tea

A belated oneshot where Jack spends time with you in a rather...unconventional way on Valentine’s Day.

“Well, luv, I promised the perfect afternoon tea for you, didn’t I? You seemed to enjoy your little treats…I only think it’s fair for me to indulge now.”

All you could do was stare up at Jack from your position on his plate, hanging onto every word he said. You had gladly accepted his invitation after work, and he’d been nothing but a gentleman. The chocolates and treats practically melted in your mouth, and the tea was the perfect temperature and sweetness…and had been laced with a shrinking potion, condemning you to end up in the same position as a cream puff.

You watched Jack grab a spoon and drop two cubes of sugar into his cup and stir them around. He still looked rather cute, especially in this attire-a coat and top hat the color of dark chocolate, deep pink waistcoat and bowtie, heart-patterned dress shirt, and small roses pinned to his lapel and hat band. But that sly, hungry smile on his face put you off. You’d only been dating Jack for a little while, and though he was sweet, there was an air of danger around him. Surely he wouldn’t hurt you though…right?

Jack took a few long sips of tea, heaving a delighted sigh. His stomach gave a low growl as the drink settled. It almost felt like his stomach was beckoning to you…or were you just tense? Your unease didn’t go unnoticed. With utmost care, he took you in his hand and lifted you up to face level.

“Darling, there’s no need to be afraid,” Jack cooed. “Perhaps I could soothe you with a few kisses. Might that help?” Before you could respond, you were moved terrifyingly close to his mouth…which you’d eventually end up inside. Those soft lips moved in and pressed against your middle with a soft “mwah”. It tickled quite a bit!

Jack chuckled before planting another kiss, then another, and another. His fingers kept you from squirming free as his plush lips tickled you. You laughed and pushed against Jack’s face, having to endure the onslaught of smooches. Your fears had mostly dissipated…at least until one kiss turned into a lick.

“Shhh, darling…just relax. I’ll take care of you.” He whispered. Jack’s tone, soft as silk, was enough to ease you again. His warm tongue slid up along your front, lingering on your face. You felt each taste bud squishing against you, savoring you, painting you in a layer of saliva. With every lap of his plush tongue, Jack purred fondly at your flavor.

You were soon placed back down, but not for long. Jack took a small dish of melted chocolate and drizzled it over you. The sweet fluid thankfully wasn’t hot, but it did stick to you. You looked up at your boyfriend, watching him lick his lips and reach for a fork.

“I did say I prepared a shiny fork and knife just for you too, yes? Luckily for you, I’m not putting the knife to use.” He said. You did scoot back as the tines drew close, praying that Jack wouldn’t think to spear you. Thankfully he only scooped you up, slowly bringing you back to his lips.

Jack opened his mouth, his warm, clean breath washing over you. He gave you a moment to admire the view-his white teeth, pink tongue, and dark entrance to his esophagus. You were so entranced, you barely noticed him sliding you inside. As the fork pulled away, leaving you on Jack’s tongue, the reality of the situation set back in.

“W-Wait!” You cried, but it was too late. Jack shut his mouth, sealing you in darkness and leaving you at the mercy of his tongue. The soft muscle slipped and squished around you, suckling up the chocolate from your form. His soft hums vibrated around you, saliva clinging to you as the chocolate melted away.

After a minute or two of tasting, Jack’s tongue nudged you towards the back of his throat. Your feet slid over the edge, down into the tunnel of flesh. Trying to pull yourself up would be pointless-the surface was simply too slippery. You gasped as you slipped in, watching the throat open below you. In a single, small glk, you were sent on your way to your boyfriend’s tummy.

The walls of Jack’s gullet were slick and soft, the peristalsis steadily squeezing you downward. It was tight, but not crushing, feeling more like an odd full-body massage. An additional pressure was placed on you, the surrounding muscles pulsing with a hum. You realized that Jack was pressing a finger against you-feeling you travel down his esophagus. He panted softly, licking remnants of your taste from his lips as you slid past his collarbone.

After what felt like hours of being squeezed downwards, you fell from the end of the gullet and landed in a fleshy pouch. Jack’s stomach. Almost immediately, it started to churn and pulse around you, trying to determine the size of its new occupant. It briefly contracted as a small belch escaped his mouth.

“Ah, pardon me! My belly is just so happy to have you, luv!” Jack remarked. “You truly are an exquisite treat, my dear…here, allow me to give you a warm little bath.” You tilted your head, then heard gulping you above. Seconds later, you were doused in a cupful of Darjeeling tea. You sputtered as it poured from the sphincter above, filling the stomach up to your waist with the fragrant drink.

You sighed, having no choice but to lay back within the artist’s belly. You were still a bit nervous, yes, but it really was nice and warm. The fleshy walls were just as soft as his tongue, gently gurgling around you. It shouldn’t have felt so nice…especially as Jack carefully pressed down on his belly, rubbing you within himself.

“Mmmh~...Happy Valentine’s Day, luv. I hope you’re cozy, because I’ll be keeping you for a good while.” He cooed. Jack tenderly pressed on you again as he got up, rocking you within as he went to sit in his favorite chair. You sighed, settling into the bath of tea. One hell of a Valentine’s Day gift…oh well. You did feel strangely loved, tucked away inside your boyfriend. Perhaps this wouldn’t be the last time he showed his affection this way…

[jack-the-nibbler]

Okay, so I love gentleman preds to the moon and back. But you know what else is great? Gentleman prey.

-Inviting you to a lovely dinner...and offering himself as the main course.

-Alternatively, becoming flustered if you ask to eat him. He doesn’t mind too much, though.

-May entice you by wearing a cologne or perfume that smells like your favorite flavors.

-Compliments! How shiny your teeth are, how warm your digestive tract is, how you’re such a beautiful/lovely/adorable pred, etc.

-On the more unwilling side, there’s quite a bit of squirming and knocking on stomach walls, pleads for release and groans of disgust...

-Plus, it’s a shame to get those well-kept clothes all slimy. Do you know how much dry cleaning that suit and coat is going to cost??

-Overall sweet in personality, and in flavor.

[spookyscarycreepydollgirl]

Okay so it’s been a week and I’m still writing about an Orc god and a human in a voracious romantic relationship. Guess I have more OCs why does this keep happening?