#willing fatal vore

[sillyromance]

Oh captain, my captain...

Warning: desperate pred/sympathetic prey, willing fatal vore; the story takes place in my man-eaters/humans world's setting.

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He looked at me and I knew it was over.

We were alone in the cabin. Sea rustled outside, splashing at the sides of the "Brave", old wood screeching occasionally. Winds and weather had been serving to our advantage which ment a good speed for the ship and nice mood for the crew.

Nothing spoke of misfortune.

But I saw that in his eyes. The yearning. The hunger.

Mindfulness retreated at the sight of madness. The captain's throat contracted; his cheeks went pale, his fists clenched in distress as he locked his burning gaze on me. My scent must have been torturing him; I could imagine, his mind was overloaded with vivid pictures of different ways to claim me...

" Please. Run."

Oh, yeah... I still could have run...

Fear swelling in my guts, I watched as my capitain stood up. Reluctantly, he crossed the room and stopped just a few inches away, towering over my tiny form; indigo and gold on his perfectly sewn uniform shadowed my vision.

Instinctively, my head tilted back.

To be honest, I would have fleed away. I would have screamed for help...

If not for his own helplessness tying up my limbs with invisible ropes.

Those eyes above; they were begging for mercy, for help. The captain's lips curled into a sour smile of a wounded man tortured for ages. His trembling fingers reached my face and cupped it subtly, his thumb running up and down, drawing circles on my cold skin. Feeling it.

Yet, he didn't dare.

He would not dare.

"Run..." - A pleading whisper reached my ears again, one last chance for me to escape.

We had been at see for four months.

Our captain was a man-eater; everybody knew that. I knew that when I arrived on board one day and gave him my first report. He had always been an excellent officer and a fine man, an example of strength, courage, fierce and compassion. I loved serving under his command... Why would I lie - I loved him. And I wouldn't leave his side at the hardest of times.

But predators could never live in peace with themselves. The urge would always be a threat to any cause, and so it had to either be satisfied, or the person - killed.

But how should you act in the middle of nowhere with hundreds of men who can't be abandoned and no land to step on and feast?...

At a second, I made up my mind.

Quivering and white like seafoam, I unbottoned my coat. Then my waistcoat. Took off my shoes. Loosened my hair. And froze, pinned against the wall. He didn't move. It was hard to think, to look up at him again. Yet, I managed to; my hands pulled his own towards me, maintaining his grip on my shoulders while my eyes were talking to his soul staring back in disbelief.

I swallowed thickly.

"Just... Go easy on me, sir. Please..."- That was all I could force out.

Thankfully, it didn't last long. A moment I was drifting in the air, then brought to his face; my world turned upside down and sank in humid, squelching darkness. Before I knew it, my body was dropped into a tight, sikeningly soft and warm stomach which instantly came to life, grinding needily into me: a low, threatening gurgle shook the room from the bottom to the top. Ignoring my instinct to fight, I wrapped my arms around my knees and sat still.

Tears were sliding down my dirty face.

Outside, my captain blew out a breath of relief as my weight settled in. However, despite physical pain not bothering him anymore, his heart seemed to be less than fine with what he had done.

" I'm sorry, my friend. And... Thank you... so much..." - I heard through layers of flesh as he was stroking my back, his deep voice surprisingly, heartbreakingly gentle. Quiet sobs followed. I realized I was hugged; he was mumbling apologies and sweet reassurances over and over again, their restless swarm merging into a river - the final lullaby to bring me slumber I would never awake from.

I nuzzled deeper into the pillowy flesh; my hand was running cautiously between slick folds, caressing and tickling them lightly in attempt to repay for the comfort I'd been given, to show I wasn't scared or angry at him, no more. It wouldn't help much, but, perhaps, I could silence his conscience enough for him to enjoy me, at least for awhile... Without any regrets I completely succumbed at will of my capitain's starving body, allowing it to knead, and tear, and rip my numb flesh off my bones to give me worth.

A sense of tranquility and duty fulfilled made me smile.

His calm, soothing heartbeat drumming above my head was the last thing I heard when my eyelids fell shut.

Forever.

[hooter-n-company]

A silly little comic I threw together for @belliesandburps's birthday. Starring his characters Umbrak (big hooded fella who resembles a certain heavy metal band's mascot) and Claudius (the nerdy bird getting gulped). The lil' dork will be fine, he likes being in there for the

✨Science✨

and absolutely no other reason whatsoever lol

Umbrak is just being his grouchy self, but at least he gets a free meal. XD

[retrokatastrophe]

Ok but my mind is all on Dus3kk4r as a Pred. I NEED SOME CONTENT OF HIM- the prey can be whoever

🦠I totally see him being a pred! :0

[sillyromance]

Mine - Yours...

Warning: hurt prey/gentle pred; angst; hurt/comfort (willing fatal vore as a form of comfort); pred - OC (cnaz Georgy de Tevre).

A very self-indulgent little story.

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He finds me crying in a shadowed corner.

My form is curled up in a small ball as I sniff and sob. All I can hear is his footsteps, rustling of the cloth, breathing which is much louder than it should be for it belongs to a human being of enormous size. At first, I don't even know who it is.

As if I cared...

But suddenly, a huge hand wraps around my arm and gently pulls it aside. I rapidly perk my head and see Georgy standing on his knees, his only eye glowing with worry at me in the twilight.

- Why are you here all alone? - He asks, his deep, melodic voice flowing into my ears like honey.

I want to speak - and I can't. Words refuse to leave my throat, only tears continue to flow, more with each passing second.

- Oh, goodness... Come here, little one. I've got you... - He moves, pulling me into a hug I eagerly give in to.

Georgy is so strong, so big and warm; I nuzzle into his shoulder and cry as heavily as I possibly can, embracing his chest tightly. He silently pats my back, letting me scream the pain and anger out on him.

I don't know if I say anything, I have a feeling that I'm mumbling some nonsense but it's impossible to be sure. I choke, I howl, I dig my nails into him, but he doesn't even flinch. Just stays there, steadfast and motionless like a mountain. For me...

Soon, weight in my chest lightens. I quiet down, lying limp on his gigantic frame - and enjoying the closeness.

However, it's still not enough. I'm not ready to face this world. And that thought at the back of my mind - the picture of Georgy going away, leaving me alone once more is impossible to bare.

- You highness... - I call weakly, turning my head on a side.

He answers with a reassuring smile.

- I want... I want to be eaten.

His gaze is so kind and soft.... My body obediently bends as it's cautiously repositioned for his convinience. My face is less then an inch from his now - that breathing I heard earlier grows overwhelming, splashing over my face like a hot, moist seawave.

- Of course, my dear - if it's what you truly wish for. But tell me...

- Don't hold back. I'm yours. In body and soul.

Georgy nods. Wipes the tear tracks off of my cheeks with his thumb. Then, briefly, I see his tongue running across his upper lip.

- Very well then. - He murmurs.

I assume he is going to snatch me right away. But instead... he subtly bumps his forehead into mine with a soft grunt.

The motion so intimate, so affectionate leaves me speechless. I let out a shaky exhale and lower my lids.

It's one last minute before a big storm. My last peaceful minute. Every piece has been finally settled into place - anxiety, anger, sadness dissociate, giving space to solace and serenity.

We just exist. We communicate.

We integrate...

...His jaws unhinge. There is no time to back away or protest as my head is softly nudged inside and guided to the back of his throat. He swallows thickly - it slips further in, and soon I'm already half way down Georgy's esophagus. Strong muscles slide against me like water, pushing my body into the depths of his with gentleness and care I've never experienced before.

When I fall into the stomach and tug my legs closer to my chest, my new home is more than happy to accept its inhabitant. The enzymes are trickling down the walls and submerging me all over, adding to a small pool of acids my feet bath in. Each angle, each curve is paid attention to; I'm hugged again, but closer. Intensely closer.

Georgy's heartbeat is thumping right above my head. With unusual tenderness awoken in my soul, I hesitantly reach out for it through the thin layer of muscle dividing us, sensing each beat like a kiss upon my palm.

Georgy sighes. He is rubbing his full, sated belly which gurgles contedly at my arrival.

- That's it, my sweet... Settle in... - He coos.

A deep, hungry groan thunders in the chamber - and it clenches around me with no chance for escape.

- Allow my body to help you...

It's so soft... And the stomach squeezes me so delicately...

Yet, churning gradually gets stronger, impatient; I can barely move...

It becomes... hard to think...

- No one will hurt you. I shall never give you up to anybody else...

My flesh is turning raw. It's tingling a bit, but not enough to be painful. Warmth spreads around my limbs and torso like a fluffy blanket, and I can't help but snuggle closer, deeper into my devourer. The walls' embrace is deceivingly soothing despite the venom they drip on my bleeding wounds.

- Forget your sorrows... Relax. Digest...

The heat and darkness are too comforting to resist. I want to sleep... I..

I asked for this because I knew how I would be treated... Destroying my mortal shell, you take my heart in your hands to carry it with love no one else could give me.

- Let go...

Of course, Georgy. I will... I am. I've already surrendered...

- I'm your safe haven now...

I know.

And so I am your prey.

[hooter-n-company]

Some more recent art I made of Bubba for @twistedtummies2's birthday, starring his 'sona Rochak in a rather precarious position. He's rather fond of the giant swamp beast (in his own timid, blushy way), and Bubba feels the same...albeit in a much, MUCH more possessive sense. Blame the lil' guy for being such an amazing cook...and for tasting so damn good himself. XD

TT2 also wrote a wonderful little blurb to go along with the image, which I have attached below. Go check out the other stuff he's written, he's got a TON on his page!

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“Mmmmaaaaaaaahhhhhh…”

Rochak blinked his green eyes a couple times, as light stung them and saliva dripped onto his lids. He watched as the long, slimy, sticky, serpentine tongue that slathered and slithered under his chin stretched out, its goopy tip dexterously clamped around the brim of his beloved top hat.

He whimpered; he tried to wiggle, but the powerful peristaltic muscles that held everything from his chest downwards didn’t offer much room to move around. He was cocooned in rippling, pulsing flesh; slippery enough to let him slide downwards without much issue, but strong enough to keep him from going anywhere they didn’t want him to go.

A keening, flustered, frightened sound left the human. Hot, damp breath that smelled like a dead marsh flowed up and around him; they only intensified the blush upon his face, even as he felt himself trembling impulsively in the craw of his consumer. He tried to speak a couple times, to no avail. Either the words just wouldn’t come, choked in the back of his own throat, his lungs working overtime to keep him from passing out…or, when they DID start to leave his little lips, the tongue would roll and buck under him, slicking his face and making him sputter, and very nearly pushing him down the gullet that greedily waiting to gulp him down completely.

Bubba rumbled with pleasure, his grin wide and jagged. To any random observer, it would have seemed truly wicked…but it really wasn’t a look of evil. Simply of mischief.

Of course, you had to know the river beast well to know that, and the swamp-dwelling predator typically only got people acquainted with one part of him: his endlessly gluttonous guts.

Rochak would be one of the few to go down into those guts and come out again alive…but the carnivorous amphibian didn’t need to TELL him that, did he? After all, feeling his scared little heartbeat pitter-patter against his insides was just MUCH too entertaining to pass up.

With a deep, devilish chortle, the swamp swallower stretched his maw just a tad wider. He rubbed his upper belly with his webbed forelimbs, as he allowed his little pet one last look at the world outside.

The human WOULD see it all again…but not for several long, dark, smelly, sludge-coated hours.

Rochak let out a soft “meep!” as the glutton’s belly bellowed needily below his toes. Bubba could feel his heartbeat kick up a notch, and sensed more than simply fear in the little man’s heart. Deviously, Bubba wondered: by the time he got out of his belly…would the squeaky little swamp mouse even WANT to be free?

He shrugged. Ah, well. It really didn’t matter, did it?

The jaws finally snapped shut…and down the hatch the little rodent went.

GUUULLLP!

“BEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLCH! Ahhhh…tastes like Mama’s chicken! Heh heh heh…”

[tastylittlepixie]

let's play rock paper scissors. if you win you get to eat me, whole and squirming, your stomach melting me down to be absorbed into your body, to be barely remembered if at all as a tasty meal

I'm gonna throw rock btw

[predfiller]

[sillyromance]

"You know... Even though I'm a predator... I wish you could experience how it feels when I hold you, my dear. I wish I would be the one to slide my hands down your throat, to know what helplessness means; to dive into your depth and never reach surface again. I wish I could dissolve into you, give you everything I am, so you would never be alone, or afraid of anyone, anything ever again. It would be nice to curl up in your stomach, to let your body tear me apart - to allow my love flow through you, to hug every cell, every little nerve... To lose myself forever into you, my sunshine. Because you're beautiful in every way, and I wish my presence tucked beneath your skin would remind you of this every single day.

But it's impossible. I'm a big scary monster while you're a fragile butterfly. It'll always be you who willingly jumps into the abyss and gives me bliss which cannot be described by the greatest of poets.

...And that's why you're much stronger and better than me."

[yummynomms]

The Test (pg. 1)

STORY BELOW! Couple more pages at least, so stay tuned~!

Two graduate students, one giant and one tiny, are about to fail the most important course of their careers. With the final report due in less than a week, the two agreed to some serious cramming to come up with SOMETHING for their final. As the two chow down on Chinese, Zoey got a 'stroke of genius' as she called it (her partner, however, would say otherwise).

[im-just-a-little-freak]

Idk what character to use in this sorry 😭 also it may be long my bad

You can choose any

But like reader went inside a abandoned shopping to try and find some food, medicine, weapons e etc at first it looked like as if the whole place was abandoned and there would be no zombie there (if this is not a zombie apocalypse you can modify the ask/story)

Reader's guardian was waiting outside anxiously of course in a situation like this it's normal for them to be overly protective or get worried easily, while reader was looking through an abandoned market in the shopping a whole group of zombies appear out of nowhere and started attacking them but reader managed to fight them off and ran towards the exit but MORE zombies appear, and while they were running down the stairs to get to the exit one of the zombies jumps on them making them fall off of the stairs and onto the hard ground luckily their guardian drives inside the mall, kill the zombies grab reader and drive as faast as they could

Reader got badly injuried (luckily no bite marks) and really terrified of what just happened, that's my idea you're free to make it into a safe vore scenario or not :>

On it anon

It was cold, the winter had laid a heavy hand on the northern town and held firm and unyielding as the days passed like a slow-moving hunter ready to shoot a deer, it had been Optimus’ idea to make their way up north, a seemingly desperate plan to get away from the disease, one that didn’t work as well as he’d thought.

Ratchet had suggested that the cold may slow down the infection, namely due to humans being more fragile than cybertronians and falling apart like ashes in the wind the second the cold hits them just a bit too cold, but, seemingly, he’d forgotten the humans they where avoiding where both dead and uncaring of the cruel grip of frostbite.

So, how did you get here? Simple, Megatron wanted to flush out humans from the war, and make Optimus less caring about this green earth.

So, shockwave, like a good little lackey, did something too dark energon, making the substance human-compatible, what did he do? You may ask, no one knows, it was too overwhelming on human subjects and even though he is likely alive, no one has seen him since he declared this master plan.

Now, obviously, cybertronians are significantly stronger than humans, so why didn’t your big friends just squish ‘em, well, there’s still an abundance of cybertronian zombies, and now, they were becoming overwhelming, the long-dead pests appearing in every energon mine and major city around Earth, so even to the mighty metal monsters that guarded the earth, this was seeming less hopeful then desired.

And that’s a pretty good start to how you got here, being followed across the land by Optimus who seemed rather displeased by his choice, only more evident by his muttering.

“This was a waste of time, I am sorry (reader)” he crossed his arms, brow furrowed as he made sure no mutated human or cybertronian was around, he’d been rather ashamed of his choice to uproot the human companions, and practically drag them to such a hostile environment for…well, nothing at all really.

You walked ahead of him, you didn’t have a weapon, bullets ran out faster than you’d foreseen, so you and the other humans now relied solely on the malnourished robot aliens for protection.

You shook your head, looking around too “Don’t worry about it, it’s not exactly a situation we anticipated to happen” you attempted to reassure, but looking at him, it didn’t work much.

Awkwardly, you both meandered across the snowy land, making sure nothing jumped out, which was partly why Optimus didn’t transform into his alt mode, intimidation.

You’d both searched, Optimus standing outside as you ran in and out of the occasional abandoned shop, guarding the building from any undead or someone who might try to attack.

You’d both opted to avoid gun shops and sports stores, well aware that everyone else would have had the same idea, and the walls would be cleaned of guns and bullets.

So the main objective for supplies was to find food or clean water or maybe something that had been overlooked that if properly fixed, would make a fine weapon, but that was still just wishful thinking.

You dug up some canned fish from a pile of empty boxes and crates, dropping it into the bag, it was better than nothing, it had iron in it, and becoming anaemic was a luxury for a world without zombies.

You stood, looking around, but the walls of the tiny convenience store had been cleaned out, both essential and inessential items, even the cigarettes were gone.

Stepping back out into the cold light of the frosted lands, Optimus smiled, but stopped “…nothing appeared” he stood from in front of the shop “You sure you do not want me to carry you?”

But you shook your head “Na, that’ll have the same effect as me licking a cold lamb post, it’ll be horrible” You shivered at the concept, yeah, it’d be faster, but it’d hurt and make you freeze, and although you were fast, the movement kept you at least slightly warm.

So with that refusal, you both kept moving, now in a slightly awkward silence, the snow kept falling, and every so often, Optimus would have to shoot at one or two undead humans, you’d suppose Ratchet was half right, there were less zombies up here than in Nevada, but that might have not been due to the cold.

After a long time, the sun getting lower and lower in the sky, you both reached a significantly larger shop, kind of a mall, but maybe not that big, and after Optimus took his position and began to patrol the outside of the shop, you ran inside, breath visible in the icy air as you began to search, running in and out of every shop you could see, grabbing anything of slight use as you did, you wanted to be fast, so you could get back to base soon, and hopefully sleep.

The infantry you’d picked up after was rather impressive, a small home remedies book, a few cans of soup that had been left over in the raids, a couple of packs of seeds, a small box of bottled water, dried oyster mushrooms and-

The smell hit your nose like a train, the smell so specifically alien it was too different to not instantly recognise, and the horror made your blood run colder than the air that surrounded you, you looked at the floor, a trail of purple and red sludge lay a few feet away, and as you saw the bloated, rotted, frozen carcass, you finally realised what a mutated human looked like up close, and, intellectually, you ran to the exit.

You heard the stumbling footsteps of the zombie break into a surprisingly sturdy run, and then more feet joined, the sound of popping filled the air and engorged, bloated sacks of dark energon exploded on their skin and stuck to the floor, it didn’t stop them, they only seemed to get faster as the extra weight shed, and they didn’t slow, not even for a moment did they slow.

You finally made it outside, after almost falling many times, and horrifically, you couldn’t see Optimus anywhere, you looked behind you, and in the dim light, you could see the bloated, purple fluid-filled corpses of what was once humans trying to squeeze out of the door, their hot violet veins expanding in their bodies, creating sacks on fluid that popped audibly as they squirmed against each other.

And again, you ran around the building, running through the thick snow, frantically yelling for the metal giant who was supposed to make sure this wouldn’t happen.

You heard a few zombies break free as you ran, and began to sprint after you, only causing you to run more, making you sweat in your jacket.

Turning a sharp corner, and following the massive footsteps of the metal giant, you kept yelling, praying he’d hear, because if he didn’t, you’d collapse long before you’d get to him, and those footsteps didn’t sound like they would ever get tired.

But, thankfully, you heard loud sprinting a few hundred feet ahead, and as you saw blue and red plating, relief filled you, but you couldn’t stop, not even for a moment, and you ran on, blue fire filling the air above you as he shot at the zombies, their bodies exploding into burned mush on impact, and after he stopped firing, you slowed, and then, collapsed in the snow, it immediately cooling away your fear.

Hearing a few more gunshots, they heard Optimus stop just before them, a terrifying visual if you would be totally honest, but he wasn’t going to do anything violent, not to a living human anyway.

“…you alright?” He asked, and you heard him crouch “No injuries?” He asked again, not too loud.

You shook your head, the cool snow melting on your heated skin, and you relaxed, but then, felt yourself being lifted by the back of your jacket.

“I am sorry, but I must put you away, I cannot risk a large group of mutated humans attacking us” he explained as he held you to his face “I am…running low on energon and only have a sparing amount of shots left” he continued, looking rather apologetic, inspecting you for injuries, gently moving your limbs like a doll and squinting to see them better, and, satisfied with your condition, brought you closer.

You were about to argue, to fight against his teeth, but he spoke before you did “Do not fight with me, you are not in a good state to walk, we have been walking for hours and it will be morning before you get back” he stated firmly, opening his mouth, revealing much dimmer insides then what you knew was healthy.

He cupped his hands under you, he wasn’t going to force you inside, but you had the feeling he wasn’t going to let you stay out of his body, an illusion of choice, but you’d be okay.

So, without protest, you crawled inside, maybe he was right, maybe it’d be better to just sleep than tough it out on land.

So, you relaxed inside the huge jaws of the cybertrionian, slumping as you tried to relax despite everything telling you to jump up and run, to fight back, but, it didn’t seem to be more then a whisper as your entire body just melted into the odd warmth as metal teeth closed behind you with a soft click.

Feeling yourself being tilted down, you tried not to brace yourself as you were swallowed down a strangely rubber tube and were pulled into a spacious chamber that’s walls were coated in a strange gooey substance that seemed less bright and more faded than they should be.

And you felt yourself rest, exhaustion taking over your form as you lay still, letting the fluid coat your harmlessly, like an odd blanket.

You really hoped this wasn’t uncomfortable for Optimus, but that thought was cut as you felt yourself fall to sleep in the warm walls of the metal organ.

~

Optimus held still as he felt the human fall asleep, he didn’t want to jostle them out of their fading awakeness and keep them up for too much longer, but he smiled a little, not feeling the shame to hide it now that no living creature could see.

He looked down at the snow, the steaming goo that used to be human bodies lay on the snow, it was…a horrible sight for him, he didn’t like doing this to a human, even if said human was dead, and if not dead, was most definitely in excruciating pain, at least that’s what he’d tell himself, otherwise he’d probably cry.

But silently, he began walking back to base, a metal hand gently pressed against his abdomen, the small living human inside sleeping silently, it was nothing unpleasant, not at all.

“…rest well” he murmured, hoping to primus that you’d stay asleep, he knew it was selfish, but he wanted to conserve his small amount of energon, and his human running around, slowing as they got more and more tired was a sure-fire way to attract the attention of the undead.

So, he walked along the heavily snowed road, it wasn’t that far, for him anyway, but he knew the setting sun would be rising again by the time he would be back at base, and he knew that the walk would be peaceful.

And anyway, this was the most filling meal he’d had in months, he couldn’t complain about anything.

[spookyscarycreepydollgirl]

Love the idea of a predator slowly digesting someone they love over a whole day. Being seen by everyone, friends and acquaintances and strangers. Usually they’re quite fearsome, everyone stares at them in horror as they digest some poor sap, but surprisingly the muffled sounds heard from beneath their flesh are less chilling or frequent today. The silhouette bulging within less frantic and more receptive to the Preds hands running along them. The fearsome predators eyes have a tenderness the people who know them have never seen. But still, no one asks, or says anything, after all the Preds expression may be tender, but that doesn’t seem to have stopped them from eating whoever it is they have in their belly. It’s none of the onlookers business and perhaps it’s better not to pry into the affairs of a gluttonous beast.

[sillyromance]

Since @tinysuzy posted a beautiful list of vore dialog prompts, one line has been stuck in my head, and it refuses to leave. It stands under number 8: “If you want to die, then let me be your grave”.

There are so many controversial emotions fighting inside of me whenever I read this, but the one that overcomes, or rather concludes them all, is a feeling of comfort. It’s kinda illogical, I know. But this phrase always sounds so soft, so soothing to me – because I see it as an apotheosis of acceptance, love and trust. Yes, trust, because both pred and prey need huge amount of trust to bound their lives together till the end of times. I can’t help but put these words in a mouth of someone with deep empathy and compassion, someone who is so generous and selfless in a way that they offer to an abandoned, lost soul their body as a place where the latter would be in safety and peace for eternity, where nobody would ever hurt them again. And as far as it may seem to be just a way for a pred to get an easy meal, I don’t see even a hint of thoughts about gaining anything from a prey or using them here. Furthermore, as a prey myself, I would be deeply touched, realizing that a person cares about me so much that they are ready to spend all their life as one with me. Like… They would take all I have as their own, all my good and bad, all my imperfections – and wouldn’t judge, or laugh, or blame, or try to change me… They would just be there for me, and I would be there for them – forever.

I don’t know man. But reading this every time makes me emotional.

A small writing on this under the cut:

- If you want to die... then let me be your grave.

She sobs and leans closer to him, feeling his warm, welcoming body embracing her lovingly. She can hear his heart beating softly in his wide chest - and can't get enough of the sound, desperate to be surrounded, shaken by it to the very core of her bones. He brushes her hair, his touch soothing and comforting, and she isn't afraid of anything anymore.

Those nasty people will never get her again. Her friend is here, ready to bring her to safety, to give her shelter and defend her from the cruel world.

His big palm lays on her cheek. She smiles through tears and lets it caress her; as far as his fingers brush against her lips, she kisses them - and gives him one last look, look of deep sadness and deep gratitude.

- Take me in. Please.. - She asks, titling her head down.

And, soundlessly, he obliged, sealing her in his mouth up to her neck.

She isn't scared of pain - there won't be any. At best, it will tingle pleasantly until she get knocked out by heat and lack of oxygen. Powerful, yet gentle swallows make a good job slowly entraping every inch, every small piece of her body inside of her man, sending her closer, closer to her fate. She can already hear his stomach rumbling for her down below, and her smile spreads wider at the thought of answering that eager call of his inhuman nature. His organism wants her inside... Who is she to disobey its will? Besides, it fits her own desires perfectly..

Eventually, from the tight esophagus she is released into a roomier chamber. A stomach. The place where she will lose all her worries and fears along with her flesh.

It's clenching needily around her frame, keeping her right in its centre, demandingly cradling every curve and imperfection she thought everyone would hate, but he... wants. She feels his hands, too, resting on his expanded belly, rubbing at her back and shoulders, reaching to her through the layers of skin and flesh. She isn't alone. He didn't lie saying he would be there. Her love, her home.

Her last resting place...

Enough grief, enough struggles, enough anger. It's over. She notices liquid pooling in and eases herself into it, allowing it to fulfill its purpose and digest her. It feels blissful, to let it go. To let him take her and satisfy his body. As the walls hug her tighter, she fondles them, praying she won't be a challenge for him to claim.

She knows - he isn't the one to take advantage of her vulnerability, to tease, then deny her, to laugh at her weakness and freakiness. No.

He is her savior. Her hiding spot only they two know about. They both win this, for both get what they crave the most and what they deserve: she gets safety, love, protection; he gets nourishment and strength - not the kind of strength to abuse and destroy, but to build and help this world get better. Yet, there is no selfish reasons in the first place. They give things out of their hearts, and receive, minding the value of each gift. It makes this act even more intimate and beautiful.

They are definitely better this way, as a whole, powerful being.

...And she sinks into darkness, to become light in his kind eyes.

[pretty-little-preything]

Thinking about nagas

I like the idea of the stomach on the human portion is more of a storage stomach, hold prey when their actual digestion stomach in their tail portion is already full & working

The prey in the storage stomach can hear everything they're going to experience next >/////<