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The idea of a pred who’s used to unwilling prey feeling soothed by a willing prey that actually treats their insides gently. It’s might not even be that squirming bothers them, it’s that someone loves them enough to be gentle even with this monstrous part of them.
Preds that look at prey with a mixture of hunger and adoration while fantasising about devouring them is my favourite thing especially if it’s dangerous but the look in their eyes is still completely smitten. They want to devour you for good but when they look at you like that with such unrestrained hungry warmth some part of you realises you don’t mind as long as it’s them.
The idea of a Preds stomach walls tightening possessively. Maybe in response to the unthinkable (to the pred at least) suggestion of letting their prey go. Or in response to someone they perceive as a threat to the prey like another predator, that would have eaten the prey if they hadn’t. It might not even be a conscious action on their part, like the idea of surrendering the prey is just such anathema to them that their body just responds defiantly to the mere thought.
The “sacrificed to a god” trope in vore is great but what I really like is when it turns out the prey actually knew the god in their human guise. Cause on the one hand the pred is someone they trust and care for but now they’re also this cosmic and mercurial force of nature that their community reveres and they’ve been sacrificed to. I like the idea of the prey struggling to reconcile all that. Especially if the pred seems on some level to be that person they knew but now they can see the bits that were always there, hidden just out of reach. The prey doesn’t want to die and it’s hard to reconcile that their friend would ask this of them. When they thought they were being sacrificed to just their people’s god it was something they weren’t happy about but they couldn’t say no to and had to do. But now that that god has a name and face they recognise it’s confusing they don’t know why their friend would make them go through this. They ask and their friend admits they are being selfish but informs the prey that they won’t give them up. That there’s no point being a god if they can’t take what they want and what they want is the prey.
Is anyone else excessively weirdly picky about betrayal in vore? Like it’s not that I’m against Preds devouring people they are close to in fact it’s my one of my favourite things. But I don’t really like Preds that are just doing it cause they’re hungry I prefer some kind of horror hunger blending into possessiveness or fear of losing the prey. To the point where any betrayal vore that explicitly refers to the ending of a relationship I.e. references to “dumping” the prey or making distinctions between food and friends really ruin the whole scenario for me. I like Preds that either cannot distinguish between eating the prey and caring for them or can only intellectually distinguish that. Like “okay yes, I understand that being eaten isn’t something that’s good for you theoretically but my every instinct insists otherwise.” Is anyone else this picky? I don’t know Preds that knowingly and deliberately use vore to terminate a relationship just isn’t my thing. I prefer it when they genuinely think they’re getting to keep the prey to themselves rather than cutting ties.
I kinda love the idea of a pred trying to hold back with their prey but ending up with the prey elbow or shoulder deep the very second they get a taste. Before sheepishly withdrawing.
A phantom thief pred who lets prey know in advance that they are going to be “stolen away” and enjoys the thrill of subverting whatever protections the prey or the authorities try to put in place and stealing the prey out from under everyone’s noses.
I know the term comfort vore is reserved for safe vore but is anyone else like me and legitimately comforted by the concept of a pred digesting you? Like the idea the pred is the one in control of your fate now so you don’t really have to worry. Whatever burdens you had before they don’t matter because your food. Bonus points if the pred actually knows you’re burdened on some level and tells you they’ll take care of you as they digest you.
You know the neat thing about soul vore as a concept? From the perspective of a predator their prey is still there with them, but to observers the predator can seem mad.
The idea of a mutual friend or acquaintance of the predator and prey struggling to understand how the predator who to all appearances had loved the prey could have eaten them.
The predator is just like “Together forever :3” but the observer is having an existential crisis about everything they thought they knew about this person they thought they understood.
A pred that gets all sulky, miserable and lonely when they have to reform their prey, because being one with the prey is like a security blanket to them.
Bonus points if they manage to pretend everything is fine and put on a brave face when they first reform the prey and see them off. But the prey returns home to the pred melodramatically fading away from hunger and loneliness.
I am a monster, that I cannot deny, but just because I am a monster, just because I fundamentally do not deserve acceptance, does not mean I do not crave it. Do you understand what seeing you in my web does to me? What you have given me by allowing me to catch you? You have granted me more than a meal Ida, you have granted me acceptance, unconditional love, nourishment that is both physical and spiritual. Gazing upon your beautiful face with eight eyes instead of two. It saddens me to think, I might never find a way to repay you for what you are offering me. For though I adore you, all I know of love is hunger, it’s something I am well suited for, after all I am my hunger and very little else, but is it worthy of you? You have chosen to speak to me in my own language, to be my prey, to allow me to feast. But what is your language Ida? What can I do to make you feel accepted? What can I do to make you feel loved?
You know the meme: Do not attempt to rescue dog, he’s fine, the air conditioning is on and he’s listening to his favourite music.
That but with fatal willing vore: Do not attempt to rescue prey, she is being painlessly digested and receiving constant praise and gentle reassurance from a pred she loves and trusts.
I usually imagine Bastion with just one pair of chelicerae, but I saw someone else’s drawing of a humanoid spider monster with two sets of chelicerae and a pennywise-like jaw-split and I was like “Okay but this would actually absolutely work for Bastion” and now I’m kinda torn.
I really like the idea of a pred not necessarily “cooking” their prey but “preparing” them. Maybe there’s special soaps and hygiene products that are easy on a Preds stomach and palate. Or maybe the Pred has to make these things themselves and marry them to an individual preys natural taste like a chef would find the perfect sauce or glaze. They give the prey a whole spa day before eating them.
Maybe certain foods make a prey more healthy or even subtly change their flavour and the pred is an accomplished cook who works hard to make food to both the prey and eventually the Preds satisfaction. They feed them over maybe a week so the prey’s body has time to feel the pred’s cooking at work before the pred gets to enjoy their own meal in turn.
Dressing the prey up in something that makes them look good, maybe the fabric is easier on the Preds stomach or maybe it’s going to be removed while eating and is purely decorative.
The mix of domestic rituals or crafts but with something more voracious just under the surface.
F/F vore isn’t my favourite like it used to be when I was younger and too affected by personal trauma to stand M/F. But I’ve noticed that there are people out there that ARE uncomfortable with a male in a dominant position over a woman and while I do write ambiguous preds and prey sometimes and I don’t intend to stop writing M/F content, it occurs to me that I do actually have named F/F pred and prey characters in my older backlog of journals and notebooks. Even though I mostly post my experiments or half-finished snippets here. I still think I’ve improved a lot as a writer since those days, so I’m a bit leery about showing my older stuff. Some of it, I’m definitely not gonna show anyone. But if people are interested I can dig through and post some of it here?
Anyone who’s read any of my Bastion and Ida stuff can probably already tell. But praise kink in vore is definitely my favourite thing. The pred having a practically religious experience over how the prey tastes on their tongue and feels in their belly trying to share it through words but also finding it difficult to truly articulate what it means to them to finally have the prey this way. They say all sorts of outrageously smitten and complimentary things but in the Preds mind it still doesn’t do the truth of it justice. The only thing that can truly do their prey justice is their body working diligently, devotedly to make the two of them one. Still they whisper sweet nothings the entire time because the prey deserves nothing less.
Staggering eye contact between the pred and prey during vore. It can’t last of course because the pred has to obstruct the preys view eventually while swallowing them. But while it lasts? It’s very hot and intimate.
Reluctant prey ending up in the stomach of a pred who they know. The stomach they always knew they were probably going to end up in one day. But the thing is, it doesn’t scare them as much as it should, hearing all the sounds of the Preds body as it works on them. The sounds are soothing. They’re the sounds of someone dear to them. The stomach walls compressing around their body, the feeling of the Preds hands running along their trapped form it should be terrifying knowing that those stomach walls are only going to get tighter as the night goes on, that those soothing circles on their back will also serve to help make digestion easier. But they don’t feel terrified, they feel reassured, they feel safe, they feel held, the acids creeping in don’t even hurt at best they tingle and it’s like a warm bath, they should be mad or terrified, they should be fighting this with all they have, they should be calling for help but they’ve never felt more like they were exactly where they belonged. In fact they’re terrified of the Pred being discovered and being made to give them up.
Sort of an offshoot of my last scenario. But the idea of prey being more scared for the pred than themselves has always been fascinating. Like they know it’s the preds nature to turn on them and they’ve already forgiven them for it. But they know that the consequences of the pred doing so could lead to the preds death or imprisonment, even as they’re disappearing down into the pred they’re more worried for the pred than themselves.
I’ve been hitting the Hannibal fanfiction again and every time a story just casually has Hannibal contemplating eating Will in a way that implies he doesn’t want to share him with anyone else in complete contrast to his usual MO of feeding other people the evidence. I’m like: “That’s the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard. You go cannibal man!”