cravyn

[cravyn]

i would love to enjoy the whump community posts but i just can't stop getting bitchslapped every time by the word "whumpee," possibly the most unsexy and awkward word ever invented

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It’s hotter when prey doesn’t reform. I play for keeps.

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once again a promising erotic story ruins the sexiness by concentrating on sex, the least sexy part of sex.

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Rub my belly until the last victim stops squirming

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A muzzle is like a chastity cage if you like biting enough

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not to gross u out but i daydream abt u resting ur head on my chest and ur completely at ease and ur safe and warm

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How to get away with murder!!

Eat

Eat th

Eat the b

Eat the body

Eatit

Eatit

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u call that blade serrated i call it ribbed for her pleasure

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The people who police your gender will police your gender even if you're cis.

Eat them.

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yknow its kinda funny that the main trigger for me getting vorny is just. being hungry. hey my body's telling me to eat it's not my fault that humans are a food group

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Love the idea of devouring a knight. You wore all that armor to protect you, and for what? Acid seeps into the cracks. The leather holding together your little shell dissolves. I spit out the armor, and my intestines are heavy.

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hey

you can deep fry an angel's wings

they taste really good with hot sauce

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“so,” the villain said, voice smooth as black oil. “Where is he?”

The villain had captured, and shrunk the hero's sidekick down to a more manageable size, and had now contained them in a large glass beaker

The sidekick glared upward. “You think I’d rat him out to you? dream on, freak.”

The villain was undisturbed.

"let me clarify. I know where he is. Hes coming to save you. If hes found out youre missing that is -- i hypothesise, your hero will be too late. Too late to save you from me."

The villain flicked an invisible speck of dust off of their white coat, "after all, you are useless to me. I dont keep things around that have no use at all, i do hate clutter."

The sidekick’s eyes widened. “Wait--what are you going to do?”

“I am going to get rid of you." They said plainly, "I prefer something... economic. Organic disposal. Though you might be a bit hard to get down at this size... no matter"

They licked their lips absentmindedly. “Waste not, want not.”

The sidekick stumbled backward against the curved glass wall. “You’re joking. You’re insane.”

The villain only tilted their head. “Well, if you’re lucky, maybe your hero will find you in time.”

"You - you cant just eat me - it's, its not ethical"

The villain just laughed. Because the sidekick knew ethical practice wasnt the villain's modus operandi

♧

The lair door slammed open

“Where is he?” the hero demanded, boots skidding across the polished floor.

The villain's gaze flicked up. They were reclining in a high-backed chair, lab coat unbuttoned, one leg crossed over the other. Their hands were folded over the slight rise of their abdomen, rounder. distended. Satisfied.

A faint, glurrg issued from within the villain’s midsection, and they patted it absently, like one might after a heavy meal.

The hero gaped.

“No…”

“Oh,” the villain replied, “yes.”

"You monster,” the hero whispered, fists clenched. “He was innocent”

“Was being the operative word.” The villain picked their teeth.

"You...how dare you...... I .... should have gotten here sooner .. you had no right"

A muffled belch slipped from the villain’s lips. They dabbed at their mouth with the back of one gloved hand, utterly unbothered. “You’re too late,” the villain said, “But you’re welcome to stay. I find digestion so… educational.

And im definitely not in a state to fight you. So if thats what you want, please let it be known now, so I can arrange a visit from my henchmen."

The hero stood, stunned, while the villain reclined deeper into the chair- content, humming, a quietly working belly on their lap.

the hero watched it, the swollen belly under the fabric of their shirt. Lab coat draped across either side of it.

There, the chorus of bubbling gurgles and muffled churns filled the silence, soft and low and constant, and if not to personify an organ, content. As well

The hero swallowed thickly. That’s him, the hero thought. That’s… that’s my sidekick. In there. Breaking down. Being... used. His face burned.

The villain’s body was human, but what sat there wasn’t. Not entirely. There was intelligence behind those eyes, cruelty, sapience, but an equally true fact was that this was a predator animal. And it had just eaten their friend.

The hero flushed deeper.

“hello there?” the villain said. “I expected you to .... i dont know..... attack me?"

The hero couldn’t answer. Their eyes kept drifting down. To the villain's gut.

A wet, languid blorp rose. The sidekick. Gone. Reduced to meat and bubbles of sound inside that grotesquely (admittedly) attractive swell.

"Does it disturb you?” the villain asked. They gave their belly an affectionate rub. It let out a sharp grrggghhl, as if in reply. “You’re blushing.”

“Shut up,” the hero snapped- "You’re a monster.”

The villain’s eyes flicked down. Analysing flush blooming across the hero’s cheeks, the way their eyes wandered, the tense and awkward and vulnerable counterance.

It clicked.

"Well well well," the villain started. "What’s this? Feeling... intrigued, are we?”

"i can see you're trying not to stare - god - ....seriously, you're into this? Watching me digest your precious side kick?"

“i had no idea - I thought I was tormenting you, truly breaking you down by showing off what I did but. But maybe... maybe I’ve been teasing the wrong nerve.” They tapped a finger lightly on their gut, which gave a low, wet churn in reply. "Complete accident, my bad truly"

“I never meant to... uh... turn you on with my big, full belly,” the villain said, voice dipping into a playful drawl, to alieviate their own embarrassment at the awkward situation.

“Though, now I’m wondering if you’ve got a thing for predators digesting their meals... is that it?"

The hero’s face burned hotter, eyes darting away as they struggled for a reply, but the villain wasn’t finished.

“You can’t help it. I see it in the way you watch, the way you are getting all embarrassed. It’s... fascinating.”

Their fingers traced a slow, teasing circle on their coat above that soft swell. “Honestly, it’s almost flattering.”

The hero’s jaw tightened, lips pressed so thin. He wouldn’t admit it, couldn’t admit it, not aloud, not even to himself. But beneath the rush of fury and heartbreak, beneath the desperate need to be angry, the truth pulsed like a secret heartbeat: this was their ultimate fantasy. God it was embarrassing. Why today? Why now? Why..... them.

The villain shifts in their chair, awkwardly patting the curve of their belly as a soft 'brrruurp' escapes.

They wince, putting a hand over their mouth, too late.

“Uh, excuse me,” they murmur, cheeks going pink under the sterile lights. “I… I’m sorry. I really don’t mean to make this any more… enticing for you.”

the hero buries his face in his hands.

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need a little play wrestling until i get pinned and we start making out. for my mental health, you understand

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hi tummy enjoyers where are you guys gimme motivation to draw

kofi <3

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More gurgles made by my belly pit. She loves making me really noisy ❤️