Quite Good Taste

i will go inside a computer someday i think the wires would be like . comfy

CONTENT WARNINGS: Nongraphic mentions of fatal, anxiety of digestion, fearplay (?), Soft vore. I am not good with content tags, lemme know if I missed any Anyway have this snippet of a day dream I have been having lately. Will I write the rest? will I add the before half? who knows!I just needed this particular part out of my system - stat. ————————————————————————————– –Steam begins to rise from the pot, savory and warm. It had been a few weeks since they had eaten anything decent, and they were looking forward to the stew finishing. They wished it’d get done sooner. Their stomach tightened and groaned, pleading with them to just ram the raw ingredients into their mouth like a feral animal - it was a challenge to summon up the will to ignore it. Distraction comes in the form of a sense of being watched. They squint past the flames into the darkness, heart racing in their ears. They tell themselves it’s nothing - that they imagined it, that they’re just being paranoid, but they know there’s things out there in the shadows, monsters hiding just beyound where the light reaches. Ok, maybe Monster(s) as in multiple, was a stretch, but they knew of at least one that prowled these woods, and each night they spent here, was a night they wondered if he’d find them. They weren’t sure how they felt on that prospect - sure, his main diet consisted of humans, but their initial meeting had gone… as well as it could have gone, really. They’d lived, at least. Despite his words upon their last departure, they wondered, if maybe, just maybe, things could go well a second time….It’s not like they had anything else to hope for. They didn’t know where else to go anymore… That itch of being watched becomes the sense of being hunted. Their skin crawls and they fight to steady their breathing as Flight kicks in. They bounce their leg, but don’t move. “Can I finish my soup at least?” they ask, not entirely sure anyone was there at all. There is a rustling - followed by slow, heavy steps that stop beside them. They look up, green eyes catching on the mans legs. They tilt their head until their eyes meet with the giants, fierce and gleaming in the firelight. He frowns down at them, seeming irritated.  “Do you remember what I told you would happen if you came back here?” he asks gruffly. They look away, feeling guilty and disappointed. They knew where this was heading. “That you’d eat me.” “That I’d eat you.” he echoes, eyes narrowing hungrily. He seems equally disappointed. Their insides twist making them feel sick. They stare at the steaming pot of stew, gnawing on those words. They had hoped this would go differently, they didn’t know why they thought that, they just hoped, maybe if they believed it hard enough, it would be so. “Do you have to?” they ask, not hopeful. There’s a scoff from above, he probably rolled his eyes. “Did you have to set camp in these woods? If you didn’t want me to eat you, you shouldn’t have come.” He had a point. They had options, but these woods were familiar to them, home long before he made it his territory. Part of them simply hadn’t wanted to leave. I mean, it was here they found him, a giant, the first sign of there being more in life than they’d known their entire life. A sign that there was magic hidden away - waiting to be found again. They look up as a clawed hand reaches for them. “Wait.” They ask, heart leaping into their throat as they stand and back up a few feet. They know better than to run from a predator - but the urge is hard to fight. “Can I ask for a favor?” “You can ask.” he drawls, fingers brushing past them as they stumble backwards more. “Can’t promise I’ll grant it.” “Can I-” they swallow the panic rising in their throat as he reaches for them again. “Can I at least finish my soup?” “Why bother?” he replies coldly, swiping them into his grasp. Dizziness washes over them as they’re lifted from the ground, feeling weightless and nauseous.  “I don’t want to die hungry.” they plead, looking up into those gleaming eyes. They reminded them of a cats, bright and menacing . “And I don’t want to wait.” he responds bluntly. “Cmon.” they plead with a nervous smile. “I’d be more filling….Like a …a stuffed chicken. Probably taste better, too…” They look away, unable to hold his gaze as they speak. They sense bile creeping up their throat. They aren’t sure they could eat even if they tried at this point. he makes a humming noise, as if thinking, though, they know he already has an answer. “Can you…at least make it quick?” they ask before he can reply, giving up their initial request. “I’ll think about it.” he huffs before dragging his tongue across their face. They brace their feet against the giants collar bone, trying to push away from his mouth.  “please.” they whine, much to their own shame. He merely huffs hot, amused breath into their face before pulling them past jagged fangs and towards his throat. They squirm against his tongue attempting to squiggle back the way they came- they go still as his fangs settle heavily on their shoulders and spine. They wordlessly pray to any god that will listen that he will simply keep pressing down until they snap in half. Unfortunately, the pressure eases, releasing them just so his tongue can press them into his pallet, squeezing the air from their lungs and leaving their hands scrabbling against the slick muscle in any attempt to find a better position. There’s a deafening rumble around them, gravity shifting and pulling them into a pocket of air that they inhale eagerly - and immediately choke on. They open their eyes to see only darkness before them. There’s another rumble - and they are slipping down his throat as he tilts his head back to swallow again. It’s an uncomfortable and suffocating descent. There is a thrumming in their ears, a pulsing in their body, it takes them a moment to realize it’s a mixture of their own blood racing through them, and the beating of the giants heart around them. They’re almost grateful when they’re pushed into his stomach. They cough and wheeze as they take deep lungfuls of the rancid air. Each breath burns with scalding heat all the way down.Their head spins, a constant feeling of falling weighing on them as they pulled themselves into a more comfortable position. Well, as comfortable as being in a cramped gut could be, they barely had the space to move. There is a pressure above them, one that moves down their head and over their shoulders - the giant rubbing his stomach. They hear him catching his breath, and the stomach tightens around them as he settles himself into a sit, before relaxing as he leans back with a content grunt.  They feel sick with dread, fearful of the pain of dying that is soon to kick in any moment. They wonder, grimly, how long it will take - how long they’ll be conscious for it….They find some relief in the void tugging at their mind, consciousness quickly slipping away as the organ squeezed and groaned around them. It isn’t long before the darkness becomes soft and weightless, feathery light and peaceful, dragging them down into slumber. —- The giant keeps a heavy hand over his full belly, content with the fullness his prey had given him, but somehow…dissatisfied still. He presses his back into the tree and looks over the small camp, now that he bothered to look, it was set up strangely, as if they had planned to stay here longer than a few days. Blankets and books spilled out of the tent and various trinkets sat on rocks and logs they had set up as stands around the fire. He sniffs and furrows his brows - they’d been out here for at least a month. How they’d gone unnoticed so long was beyond him. Perhaps…it was because this was the first night they had chosen to cook something? It had definitely been the smell of the stew that brought him here…But in that case, what had they been eating all this time? He huffs, annoyed with himself. Why did it matter to him? He could feel the human shift in his guts and go still.Disappointing, and yet, somehow a relief. He was certain they had passed out. Why did he care? He tips his head back to gaze at the stars, troubled and annoyed with himself. Was he really considering this? Humans were food - plain and simple…. Even ones that been weird and helped him when he had gotten injured - and especially the ones that asked too many questions. What if he had been right? What if this one was just pretending to be nice to get something from him? What if they were using him? What if - what if…they were just that foolish…? He frowns at himself and he is drawn out of his thoughts by a loud grumble from his middle, his stomach preparing itself to begin digestion. He ponders the bump, something he hadn’t really bothered to do before. He wonders what it must be like in there - and he wonders how fast it all happens - he’s never bothered to find out - as he usually sleeps after a hunt. He wonders if it will be unpleasant for them - if they’ll wake during it….he tries to imagine what it’d be like to see inside himself and watch it all happen….and he realizes the feeling eating away at him…is guilt. He runs a hand down his face and lets out a frustrated grunt. he looks back up to the stars. “just this once” he says to them before pulling himself forward onto his knees  “Just this one…” He places his hands carefully, to avoid damaging anything in the camp, and tightens his core. It feels wrong - foreign, and he swallows them back down the first try he makes. It’s surprisingly difficult to bring the prey back up, his body telling him not to, even when he very much wants to - needs to, but eventually, they are deposited on the ground in front of him, soaking wet and miserable, but alive and unharmed. He worries for a moment, that they might have suffocated in there, that they had passed away already, but a ragged wheeze leaves their lungs before they choke and begin to cough. They look almost funny like this, gasping and inhaling air like a fish out of water. He notes the lightness in his chest, and despite his shame, he finds relief in their well-being. They struggle to their hands and knees, coughing and wheezing until they finally catch their breath - and then, with a confused groan, they pass out once more. The giant huffs and rolls his eyes. Humans were such fragile creatures. He decides to stay with them until the morning, ensuring nothing else comes to grab them while they slept.

OH NO THE PREDS

they’re totally overrated, but i LOVE suave charming preds. the well dressed types that butter you up with compliments and flirts to where you don’t realize what they’re implying, and the moment they have you where they want you and you agree they swallow you up without any delay! once they get you down they coo and fawn over you, continuing to compliment your flavor and how well you fill them up as they recline and massage over you….

Preds flipping their shit when they realize that they unknowingly swallowed someone will never NOT entertain me. That classic “Oh f*ck... that means they’re in my stomach right now” moment gets me every time. That slow glance at their belly and the blush starting to form OUUGHHH yes gimme gimme

I love small prey that is just big enough to make a wiggling bulge all the way down to your stomach and make a satisfying belly bump as they settle in. Not too big, just a nice wiggling snack to fill you up without anyone noticing too much.