mmmleckerlecker

[mmmleckerlecker]

Been absolutely loving the idea of unwilling prey AND an unwilling pred. Just.

A man groaning and panting as he's strapped down to a table and TRYING to squirm and thrash but he can't escape the discomfort in his middle as some poor morsel squirms inside. He can't even help them either, thanks to the metal collar around his neck

He tries to ask them to stop. He's not any happier about this either. There's some group of plucky scientists watching them and taking notes, and really, it'd suck to give them what they wanted, so really, the prey ought to settle down and stop giving him SUCH a terrible bellyache. No, no, worse than a bellyache. His entire body hurts. He wasn't made for this, and yet, he's still forced to endure long hours of a filled out, gurgling belly.

[mmmleckerlecker]

[mmmleckerlecker]

"I mean I'm not into this but the way you talk about it makes it seem hot" - someone who is about to develop a very weird fetish by being in contact with me

[mmmleckerlecker]

Curious

[mmmleckerlecker]

[mmmleckerlecker]

"Old friend" is a gayass thing to call someone

[mmmleckerlecker]

[mmmleckerlecker]

#he’s got that sadness in his eyes that you only ever see in catholic stained glass windows

[mmmleckerlecker]

well first of all being covered in blood is inherently erotic AND romantic. So jot that down

[mmmleckerlecker]

characters with prey animal rage

[mmmleckerlecker]

yes, pursuing a vampire romantically may end up with me getting myself killed, but it's a risk I'm willing to take

[mmmleckerlecker]

You sit in a loud stomach packed full of Thanksgiving food actively digesting around you. It's disgusting in here and after a loud groan followed by a lurch, causing the belly owner's stomach contents to churn dangerously around you, you manage to get your leg out of the chyme and give a fleshy wall a solid kick. The entire chamber shudders.

"Oww! I said I was sorry!"

Bramble winces.

"I didn't see you on my plate, I swear."

You shout obscenities and flail about inside the bubbling food filled pit that is your giant friend's gut. Your words are muffled.

"Look, you'll be fine in there, alright? I'm sorry, buddy, but I'm not wasting this meal. I promise you a good hot bath and like...whatever you want after, alright?"

You could throttle Bramble for thier carelessness- because you were going to be stewing in thier digesting belly for hours now.

But it was hard to stay angry when you knew Bramble genuinely hadn't meant to put you in this position. You sigh and lean back against thier stomach lining as the whole organ lets out a series of busy gurgles and churns, the walls squeezing you tight this way and that.

You feel them pat thier stomach and stifle a burp. The belly wobbles around you.

"Fuck. Sorry. Settle in. I'll try not to move so much."

Bramble reassures. You can imagine them lounging on thier couch, hands clasped loosely over a slightly distended stomach as thier meal processes around you, unable to harm you.

[mmmleckerlecker]

i like the fear and terror in being eaten by a random predator for the sole reason of them being hungry or just plain cruel as much as the next guy. but.

i think this whole thing has to do with how I'm perceiving my own body lately- it's been turning some gears in my brain...

but anyway. the line between love and hunger is so thin and it fascinates me so much. there is no way you can eat someone - a person, with thoughts, feelings and dreams - and not feel like you're completely exposing yourself to them. you're showing them your insides, how your body and digestive system work, you're literally letting them become a part of you. they'll be sliding down your esophagus, falling inside your stomach, moving from your small intestine to your large intestine, coursing into every single nook and cranny of your essence, whether they like it or not.

maybe it's somewhat conflicting. because for a moment you think that you're shielding them from the dangers of the outside world and protecting them, and in a way, you actually are. but then your body reminds you. a low, terrifying growl from deep inside of you.

you don't want to protect them.

you want them. all for yourself. nobody else can have them, look at them, feel them like you do.

warm flesh tastes like love. blood tastes like love. the tears flowing down their cheeks taste like love. and you're addicted to that flavor melting on your tongue and flowing into your veins; nobody else will know of this, but you will carry the memory of their body slowly becoming mush inside of you forever. everytime you'll eat normal food, drink something warm, or smell someone else's sweet and mouthwatering scent- you'll remember it.

after all, nobody really dies if they're not forgotten, do they?

[mmmleckerlecker]

I hate to be that guy but vore people have known about circlusion since forever

[mmmleckerlecker]

me: ugh I hate when I get a knot in my hair

them: bad hair days am I right

the huge werewolf standing right behind me:

[mmmleckerlecker]

Predator whose species has evolved to mimic their prey(humans)completely, except they accidentally get attached to a human. They keep telling themselves "tomorrow, I'll eat them tomorrow" but they never do until another of their species tries to eat their human and they flip out, tearing them apart while screeching "MINE!!" in a guttural, definitely-not-human voice before snatching up their human and running back to their nest.

angst! fuck you!

imagine how the human feels though. the guy who was following her seemed wrong somehow in a way she couldn’t place, and she only realized why when his face split open into a flowery vortex of bloody teeth and his claws were digging into her arm

and then her partner of three years screams in a way humans definitely are not supposed to, and oh god i’ve been dating one of those things as her partner’s face tears open and they rip into her attacker, and then that guy is lying on the ground in a bloody pile and her “partner” is carrying her and she’s trying to squirm away but its no use

and they end up screaming at each other about “what the fuck are you have i been dating… this the whole time” and “see this is exactly why i didn’t tell you!”

and the human storms off into the night and her lover knows that it could absolutely chase her down and get her back, but also has the sense to realize it probably shouldn’t if there’s any hope they ever speak again

[mmmleckerlecker]

Ihr habt keine Macht über mich!