Vore the Cook

Just think a moment

Prey who, when eaten, just claim that entire space. It’s THEIRS.

Prey who let their preds know this. That this pred belongs to them! They cannot be rid of them because they love to eat them too much. 

Prey who hug their pred’s belly’s from the outside, again, claiming it as theirs. 

Maybe they share, maybe not. Like sure, others can BORROW this pred, but at the end of the day, that their tummy belongs to them and them alone. 

And the preds of these preys, just absolutely more than ok with this. Proud in fact, that they are so loved. Like YES, I am theirs and it’s GREAT. 

Previously!

Stu encounters not a Laundry Spectre…But something far lovelier. And slightly rounder.

You’ve still got three more plates to go through, but after that it’s your turn.

Your little heart must be beating out of your chest at this point. I can certainly smell the mix of fear and excitement rolling off of you in waves, making my eyes dilate and my mouth water. You’re going to be a much better meal than any of this food you’ve been feeding me in a desperate attempt to stave off your fate, i just know it.

“What’s taking so long?” You jump at the sound of my voice, nearly dropping the plate you are holding. I open my mouth and point, giving you a good view of my throat. “I’m still hungry~”

You say that you’re out of food, shifting nervously back and forth. I grin, leaning closer to you. Every instinct I possess tells me to consume you, to devour you whole, to keep you forever as mine.

You close your eyes and take a few ragged breaths as I run my tongue over your face sighing at the taste of you. You don’t resist as I open my jaws and pull you in, getting a good long taste of your flavor.

I pause, savoring the moment, and then I tip my head back, swallowing. You wriggle a bit as you are forced down into the tight, slick confines of my throat, arms pinned to your sides. Somewhere beneath you, my stomach growls - closer than you hoped.

I pull you in further, purring as you begin to struggle a little at the reality of your situation. A the last of you makes its way past my jaws, I lick my lips, looking down and watching my stomach bulge out as you make your way, inevitably, down towards your final destination. You settle in my gut, mumbling something inaudible as the stretched walls around you groan under the weight - already beginning to work at you.

I grin and rub at you, groaning in satisfaction. You were an excellent meal. The best kind, that leaves you with that smug, content feeling of fullness. I’m looking forward to the afternoon spent relaxing, watching my body do what it does to the things I put inside my stomach.

- The cliche “fuck it’s cold out let me warm up in your belly”

- Video game bet; either loser gets swallowed or winner is devoured in spite, in which they continue beating the loser even from within

- Willing vore in which a smaller prey tries to find out what’s causing the pred stomach pain, spelunking deep inside to find the answer

- the “you’re shrunk and the only way to get you back is to swallow you for a little while” trope

- Prey giving stomach to-die-for stomach rubs and making their predators happy

- the misunderstanding; also known as the “listen I know I ate you but you’re gonna be alright you’re not food don’t worry”

- the cuddly prey

- belly tickles

- tinies falling into water glasses and getting swallowed by mistake

- Red Riding Hood AUs and similar things

- Were-Preds

- the predator being the super nervous flustered submissive type who prefers to assume the prey knows what they’re doing

- the classic: “I’m not hungry.” *GROOOOOOOOOWL* “Oh really?” *blushing flustered pred*

- where the predator obviously needs something to hold them over but is nervous about scaring their prey friend even though they both know the prey will be safe

- vorish fairy tale AU’s (Wolf and Seven Kids, The Gingerbread Man, and others)

- protection, either when it’s “don’t worry little one I’ll keep you safe inside of me” and the prey trusts them, or if it’s hastily “oh god I gotta hide the little one really fast” and it’s hasty and frenzied and at first the prey is terrified but then they realize they’re safe and gosh that’s kind of really cute???

- playful RP-ing between the pred and the prey

- (let me be trash for a moment plz) “tummy talking,” aka “listening” to the stomach noises and like either the pred talking about how hungry their belly is or the prey “having a conversation” with the noisy tummy

- soft squishy snuggly bellies, inside and out~

- GLOWY INSIDES

- preds tracing the path the prey makes down their throat into their stomach

- Bellies gently massaging stressed prey

- Good old slow, slimy, pre-vore licks

-Prey growing a little once inside to allow the pred to have a deliciously full belly without the struggle of swallowing

- NAGAS

- The “fantastic voyage,” otherwise known as the “for science!” 

- “What are we going to do, we’re all out of food!”

“No we’re not.”

“Oh really? What do you suggest I eat then?”

“Well, I’m still here…” 

- Preds complimenting prey on how delicious and filling they are

- Prey rendering preds completely helpless by tickling a sensitive spot with no mercy

- Preds still eating or drinking after swallowing prey, either to their delight or disgust