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cicada-sized · 1 year

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Nobody Can Have You But Me

THIS IS AN 18+ STORY MINORS DNI

Warnings: 18+ Soft Vore, Fatal Digestion, Similar Size AND same size vore! some lowkey weird romantic possesiveness causes a lot of betrayal, Lastly this is a MLM story created by a gay man, if none of this is your jam then get off my toast!! <3

Summary- You and your boyfriend are taking a stroll down the riverside, and an unexpected guest comes to join in on your alone time. Your boyfriend always said he would protect you no matter what, will that still ring true?

The Day was turning into a beautiful dusk, you and your boyfriend were on a walk by the river, the sun settling over the horizon with a beautiful orangey pink skyline, painting what was once blue and White. The two of you were holding hands as you strolled along the riverbend, bugs and birds chirping their songs into the setting sun and onto the rising moon, He held yours so tenderly, so tightly— you feel safe, loved.

Nothing could ever hurt you, He was there to always protect you.

As you two walk along your nature trail, watching the ducks swim downstream, other passerbys walking their animals, engaging in mindless conversations of your future together, you feel every ounce of love your boyfriend feels for you right within his hand, gently squeezing yours every so often.

Strangely, you start to notice a person walking the same way as you.

it was a man.

Not too far behind you both, but that gap began to quickly get smaller and smaller. He had begun to take every turn you Take… and whenever you slow down, he would too… when you would speed up a bit he would too.

you tried to mention something subtly to your boyfriend, but he shakes it off, laughing to himself that you have nothing to be worried about, he’d deal with whoever would mess with you both.

After all, he is a predator, he’s not one to be easily messed with, you’ve seen countless fall victims to his insatiable gut. You had helped him digest them too.

He’s so sure he doesn’t even want to look back at the stranger, using his free hand to pat his empty stomach, joking about how he hoped that the guy would try something.

You feel safe again, but still wary of the stranger who silently followed behind.

A few more minutes go by.

He’s still following…

You get a sinking feeling in your gut.

Your boyfriend takes notice, and laughs off your nervousness once again, promising if the stranger doesn’t let off, You’d be helping him digest the man in a matter of minutes.

You finally are able to lose the man’s focus as you both decide to take more intricate pathways, harder to follow with so many turns, so late.

It’s also easy to lose track of where you are.

You both find yourself not recognizing the paths you took, it getting darker and darker out, the sky now a dark purpley blue as the stars begin to shine. You start to panic a bit, your boyfriend calms you, telling you that nothing in this world will get to hurt you, that you're his.

He places a hand on your back as you both find a place to take a moment, Sitting you down on a bench, surrounded by trees, the sound of nature and running riverwater a little ways away to calm you down, you close your eyes, you feel your boyfriends hands on your shoulders, rubbing tenderly.

For a moment, you couldn’t remember why you were so tense.

Then all of a sudden you feel him pulled backwards away, yelling out loud in surprise.

You stand up immediately, spinning around to see.

It’s the stranger from earlier, your heart plummets seeing your boyfriend in his grasp, so much bigger, so much more powerful than either of you had realized.

Without another moment, the man forces your boyfriends head into his mouth, greedily lapping around his face and neck— your boyfriend flails in his grip, but is clearly no match for this predator, him merely chuckling around his victim and taking a large deep swallow, pulling more of your boyfriend inside. His throat bulged with ease as he took your boyfriends’ body in with little to no hassle, saliva dripped from the predators’ mouth as a look that could only be described as pure ecstasy was upon the Apex.

You watch on in horror, the one man to protect someone as meek as you, and hes easily gobbled up without so much as a fight. You’re frozen in place, heart beating so fast.

He was eating him.

And you were likely next.

The sickening squelches and gulping sounds that filled the air, also filled you with dread, seeing your boyfriend disappear into the belly of this man, not making so much as a bump inside.

Your legs feel like jelly when his piercing eyes land on you, he was heaving heavily, clearly he had just consumed a hearty meal, and it was even clearer he wasn’t finished.

he was looking for seconds.

And you were right there, sitting on the bench like a snack waiting to be picked up in the pantry.

You slowly back up, he watches you, as if he was amused by this act, though the moment you turn to run he immediately closes the space between you two.

It was just your luck that you tripped on an exposed root, hurdling you towards the ground. The Predator chuckles as he drops himself onto you, Winding and forcing all the air out of your lungs, you gasp for air as you’re pinned to the ground by the rotund bulge that contained your boyfriend. You could feel him squirming around and trying to push against the strong layers of fat and muscle that confined him— you couldn’t help but picture how helpless, how degraded he must feel inside of another predator.

A bigger, better one at that.

Curled up into a ball, forced to feel what he had inflicted on others– the acids must’ve started to work their way around him, the squirms only getting more frantic and the screaming louder. You were so close, yet so far away.

Drool and saliva pooled off of his tongue and onto your face, you try to turn away, but his grip on you was too tight, slobber getting all over your face and hair, drenching your clothes. He greedily lapped it back up, taking the time to really savour you and your flavour as he did so.

“Oh dont worry little one~ You’ll see your love soon enough” his voice grumbled low, you could hear the hunger in his voice with every word.

His breath was hot, horrifically inviting compared to the cold bite of the night air, his stomach gurgled and churned against you– you could feel your boyfriends struggles from within, pushing desperately at the hot stomach walls as they slowly ate away at him.

The Predator opens his jaws wide, letting his tongue drag across your face one last time, extra slowly, taking every second to enjoy his meal, before pushing your head inside of his mouth before you can even get a word in. Strong teeth framed your neck as your vision was blurred by the red darkness around you, his tongue pressed up against your cheek as he enjoyed holding you in place.

The wetness of the mouth coated you in saliva even more than before, masticating you— making you easier to swallow.

Not like it would be hard for him in the first place.

Your ears pop as he greedily gulps your head into his esophagus, you cringe as you’re squished and squeezed, muscles massaging you down inside of him, your new home.

He continuously gulps, pushing your frail body more and more into his, you could hear all the excited little grunts and breaths as he did so, you try kicking your legs around, at least you would go down without a fight.

That just results in him holding your legs tighter, shoving the rest of your upper body into his gullet– muscles forcing you down with strength you could never imagine, all down to an acidic chamber where you would spend the rest of your time.

Your only solace is knowing that you get to be with your boyfriend again.

You feel your head push up against a tight ring, another gulp lets the sphincter of the stomach relax, the gastric gurgles and ambiance sloshing welcoming you inside, with your arms being freed from the tight esophagus, you immediately start to push against the walls that squashed you, screaming and crying out loud.

You cry out as the rest of your body is sealed into the Apex’s, fully consumed in the dark of the night.

Nobody will ever know.

You feel yourself grasped by a pair of familiar hands.

Your boyfriend brings you close to him, you expect him to hug you, to tell you everything was going to be okay— even if you both were inevitably doomed.

Instead, he tightens his grip on you– pulling you even closer to his face, only inches apart, your heart sinks once again.

“B-Babe? What are y-”

“Sorry Love,” you feel his breath on your face, the sauna heat around both of you already making you feel exhausted “But I’m not letting myself go out on an empty stomach~”

The words rang in your ears, did he really just say that?!

Horror, you pull your arms back, trying to get away from him, but with nowhere to go, he tightens his grip on you, his own voice becoming darker, more animalistic.

“P-please–”

“You really want me to starve? Aren’t I allowed a last meal?” he whined softly, a dark chuckle burbling out of his throat, “did you really think i was going to let another predator digest you?” his face pressed up against yours, you whimper softly as he licks your face, deja vu hitting.

“You’re gonna taste so good.” he brought his lips up to your forehead, pressing his soft lips against you, you felt the love and warmth he held for you with that simple and small gesture, but it gave you no comfort. “You’re all mine”

It seemed to be destiny, as your boyfriend opened his mouth, you could feel the stomach walls push you two together, the acids stinging against your skin, as your hands pushl upon your boyfriend, you feel many holes in his clothes.

Acid burns.

He knew how this would feel for you, he knew exactly what he wanted to do to you.

You were nothing but a Meal to him now.

Before you have time to pull back, beg or even just scream, your head was once again encased into his mouth. It was much easier to put up a fight this time, both being drenched in fluids made it hard for him to keep a grip on you, the both of you rolling around, kicking, pushing and pulling. Belly walls that surrounded simply took each blow with ease, neither of you could truly hear it but with the vibrations around you were sure that the Apex was laughing at the struggles inside.

This game of tug-o-war on your body was getting harder and harder to maintain, though things took a turn for the worse when he was overtop of you, taking multiple deep gulps, your head forced into his throat.

This was much tighter than the first time, he gripped his hands deep into your arms, you cringe as his fingernails dug into your skin a bit. The pressure against your head was intense, you could barely breathe as inch by inch you were being pushed deeper into him.

You couldn’t believe it.

The one person you trusted. Even when being digested himself, couldn’t stop his own need for a full belly, the insatiable gluttony of a predator.

The need to eat.

You swore you could start seeing stars as you were massaged further down, taking shallow breaths as you descended, his heart was beating so fast, just as before, you could hear every little moan and noise of pleasure that came out of his mouth.

You couldn’t fight it anymore, your body goes limp as you give up, letting your boyfriend take the lower half of your body into his mouth. Its no use, its a choice between being eaten by him, or eaten by the first one.

At the end of the day— this was truly what you wanted– to be with him forever, to be as close as you possibly could. There was always a chance he would eat you, that was the risk when you started dating him, you knew this was going to happen.

So why fight it?

You cringe as your welcomed once again to the smell of gastric juices and leftovers from dinner, your body slips right in easily, allowing you to curl up into a small ball inside of his belly.

Your boyfriend lets out a loud belch, holding his stomach tenderly as he lays in ecstasy– “Nobody gets to have you but me.” he mutters to himself, closing his eyes in the already dark, painful abyss he was in, it didn’t matter what was happening, he was full.

Full of you.

You lay against the walls of his belly, feeling the muscles push and prod against you, as well as a pair of hands gently caressing you in this fragile state. He massaged his stomach with such delicacy.

“Holy shit…I’m almost mad I didn’t eat you earlier”

His tummy burbled against you, stomach juices seeping out and onto you, they stung just the same as before, but somehow you couldn’t seem to mind it. You let your own eyes close, the ambiance of his gurgles and groans being one that you had found yourself falling asleep to many times, it was only natural.

You were his boyfriend.

Now you’re food.

Now you’re his Last Meal.

You couldn’t help but get butterflies, smiling softly as your world began to fade softly.

You were finally all his.

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A loud belch could be heard along the forest, cracking through the quiet night like a lightning strike, followed by a loud pat on the gut, “That’s it boys~ settle down in there”

Outside, the Apex leans against the thick stump of a tree, feeling the two morsels in his stomach squirm around, Laughing devilishly as he massaged his fat oversized gut, A thick belch rumbling through him and out his mouth, sighing in relief as his belly slowly began to process its meal, gurgling and glorping happily around its new guests.

He couldn’t tell exactly what was going on in there— nor did he really care— all he needed was a full belly, and those two hit the spot perfectly. He licked his lips tenderly, savouring the little bit of taste he had left over. The satisfaction of the meal brought him immense joy, the weight of the two in his gut making him feel whole.

Full.

Just How things Should be.

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thank you for reading! i really hope that you enjoyed this little drabble, It originally started as a dumb little twitter post that I just started hyperfocusing on.

Any feedback is absolutely appreciated, I haven't posted any of my writing for years at this point, and I would love to hear what you would have to say!

#Writing #v/ore #possessive vore #fatal vore #soft vore #vore writing #v.ore #digestion #graphic digestion #fatal vore story #male vore #mlm vore #m/m vore #betrayal vore

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slugbugda · 2 years

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Catch and Seek

(Cw for softvore, open-ended vore/implied safe vore, and same-size vore. This story will also feature vore between the characters Moomintroll and Snufkin, who’ll probably be ooc. Also feral Snufkin.)

A/n: I’m not exactly proud of this, but I've been reading a lot of vore prompts lately and it sparked my inspiration to write. I’m open to criticism, but before you judge me please remember that I haven’t sat down to write anything in months. Anyways, have this throws yet another vore fic at you

Wordcount: 2k+

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“Hurry up and explain yourself, or I just found lunch” Snufkin tapped his foot on the ground, arms crossed as he looked down at the blanket that lay just below him, said blanket being tucked into a misshapen ball. Whoever, or whatever, was going through his tent had tumbled, rather clumsily, into it, now hiding itself beneath it. He didn’t even get a good look at whatever it was, though he’d assumed it was a small animal. They got in rather often, much to the traveller’s annoyance.

“Come on.” He could’ve been more nice about it, sure. But nobody would be particularly keen with someone else going through their stuff, now would they? Plus, he hadn’t gotten the chance to eat all day. He could justify wanting a good, live lunch, at least as long as his conscience could handle it.

After a few more seconds of waiting, he was still met with silence. Crouching down, Snufkin took the chance to take in the scent of the animal, only for it to be masked by the smoky smell of the blanket. He didn’t have that good of a nose, anyways.

Hesitantly, he took hold of the blanket, fingers digging into the scratchy, felt fabric. “Won’t talk, huh?” He pulled the fabric back, only to be batted in the face with a paw. It was a large one, too. Grabbing onto it, he pushed the weight of the animal down, pinning them to the floor. It’d been surprising, really, seeing how they were much larger than expected. Maybe he just wasn’t thinking logically, as he took in the smell of rich coffee and homemade pancakes. Felt the texture of soft fur between his fingers, the sight of it a pale white. Wide, almost alarmed blue eyes looked into his.

“Moomintroll?” Snufkin pulled away, wiping a line of drool from his lips. Drool that dripped onto Moomintroll’s face. “My apologies! I didn’t mean to scare you.” He looked away from Moomintroll, instead opting to make awkward eye contact with the ground. Embarrassed enough to not question why Moomintroll had been in his tent in the first place.

His stomach, still insistent on getting a meal, let out a low, loud gurgle.

Moomintroll wiped the bit of drool between his eyes with his paws. Taking a moment to stare at it, the saliva was warm and thick. Sticky, too. He looked back up at Snufkin. Even if the other was looking away from him, Moomintroll took notice of how he’d buried his face in his hands, shaking his head all the while. Only a few seconds ago he’d looked so different. Different than any side of his best friend he's ever seen before. Not sad, but not composed either. With teeth bared and his pupils dilated, staring back down at Moomintroll as though he was his prey. His right wrist ached from being gripped as tightly as it was.

“That was..” Moomintroll felt his words drawl once Snufkin turned back to face him. “That was so cool!”

“What?”

Moomintroll looked back down at his wrist, rubbing the sore skin. “You were like a wild animal! A bear!” Upon hearing that, Snufkin awkwardly scooted back over to Moomintroll, gently taking hold of his friend's arm to inspect the sore wrist. “I didn’t mean to scare you, really.” At the worst, he’d come out of this with a bruised wrist.

“It’s ok. I know you wouldn’t hurt me.” Moomintroll mused, pulling his wrist back. “Oh! But can I ask you something?” His head peaked up.

Snufkin paused as he grabbed his hat off the floor of the tent. “Depends on the question.” He then brushed his bangs to the side of his face, promptly putting his hat back on. “What is it?”

“If I was somebody else, what would’ve you done?”

‘Why such a morbid question?’. Snufkin raised his brow at the other, trying his best to stay composed. Moomintroll was sitting far too close for comfort, the two of them sitting right across from one another. Face to face. “I guess I would’ve eaten them.” Surely he could be honest with Moomintroll, they were best friends after all.

“Eaten? Like one of those forest beasts who swallow men whole?” Moomintroll giggled, unable to take it completely seriously. Maybe he just didn’t want to take Snufkin as someone who could be violent, no, that’s not the right word– aggressive? Savage? As though he was one of those beasts.

What he hadn’t expected was Snufkin nodding.

“You’re being silly! Nobody your height could ever open their mouth that big!”

Snufkin laughed, still a bit embarrassed. “I couldn’t properly digest anything bigger than a hare. Anything larger than that will give me a stomach ache sooner or later.”

Curious, Moomintroll promptly slipped his hand into his friend's mouth, prying it open. Even as Snufkin tried to pull his head back he still took a moment to gawk at his open jaw, taking note of how it could seamlessly dislocate before right back into place. Like the jaws of a snake.

Snapping his mouth shut, Snufkin could only murmur out, “Please don’t do that.” The brunette rubbed his cheek, before gulping back more saliva. He winced as his stomach let out another pained groan.

Taking notice of the sudden noise, Moomintroll remarked “Still hungry? Maybe we could play a game!” He then got up, taking Snufkin by the hand and unzipping the zipper to the tent, taking a moment to unjam it. “That is, if you're up for it.”

“A game? Sorry, but I’d rather eat lunch first.”

“That’s the fun part!” Moomintroll let go of Snufkin's hand, a childish grin on his face. “You can’t digest me, Right?” Snufkin nodded, unsure of where this was going. ..Which means you can safely eat me.”

Snufkin shook his head. “No, no, wait. What if you get hurt? I’m not eating you!”

“Oh come on~!” Moomintroll mused. “We can make it into a game! Like tag!”

With that, Moomintroll took a moment to give Snufkin a wink, before bolting from the tent, stumbling as his feet hit the grass. It’d only taken a few seconds for Snufkin to follow. Only to catch him caught off guard when Snufkin suddenly stopped pursuing him, instead running for the bridge, blocking it. Surprised, Moomintroll instead turned for the woods, feeling his pace quicken despite the twigs that littered the ground poking at him as he ran by.

He soon found himself off and away from the trail. He’d known this all was a game, and one that he had proposed no less. He trusted that he wouldn’t get hurt, and yet adrenaline ran through his veins as he weaved through the trees, his direction seemingly aimless. Low-hanging branches brushed through his fur as he passed them, occasionally hitting his snout.

From behind him Snufkin matched his pace, but seemed to slowly be getting closer, inching towards him as they both ran. His boots, heavy as they were, made little to no sound as he pursued the other. Instead, they seemed to glide across the grass, barely even touching the ground.

‘Umph!” Tumbling into a clearing, Moomintroll squirmed as the sudden weight on his back climbed on top of him, flipping him over. “No fair!”

Snufkin let out a playful laugh, loosening his grip on Moomintrolls arms. His hat had fallen off during the duration of the chase, leaving his already wild hair ruffled. It stuck up in all directions, loose strands framing his face. “You never said that I couldn’t just pounce on you.” As if on cue, his stomach let out another growl, perking up Moomintrolls ears. “About that..” He could feel Moomintroll quiver from under him.

“It’s ok! You won, and you’ll let me out eventually, right?”

Snufkin nodded at the remark, before shoving Moomintrolls paws into his mouth, his teeth hungrily gnawing on them. “Hey! That tickles!” The troll laughed, not taking much mind to his hands being in the mouth of his best friend. Thick globs of saliva already covered his arms from the elbow down, slicking back his fur. With his mouth too full to respond, Snufkin instead ran his tongue across the others arms as he took them in, eating faster than he normally would with live prey. While he tried to be gentle, he couldn’t help himself but to eat quickly. He’d never tried to eat something nearly as big as a Moomin before, nor had he ever tasted anything quite like it. The flavour simply melted on his tongue, savoury if not sweet.

Gulping thickly, he held the back of Moomintrolls head as to position it straight forward, slowly taking in his snout. He’d always found this part the hardest, and would choke if he wasn’t careful. Still, he impatiently gulped down the other, soon making it to, and then past, his shoulders. Although awkward, he’d also found himself shifting his position so that his stomach would lay between his legs, all while trying not to hurt Moomintroll– luckily for him, though, he didn’t struggle much.

As he continued down, he soon felt that ever-so-familiar weight drop into his stomach, with just Moomintroll’s head alone nicely rounding it out. He couldn’t help but flinch when he felt his ribcage get elbowed from the inside, making him sputter.

Moomintroll held his breath. Squirming as Snufkin took his torso in, still gnawing on whatever his teeth could get a hold of. It didn’t hurt, at least for him.

He couldn’t help but shiver at the thought of Snufkin actually biting down on his prey.

Slurping up Moomintroll’s legs, Snufkin felt a line of drool trickle down his chin as he brought his friend's knees into his mouth. By now his tunic had started to ride up his enlarged belly, which laid on the grass. Only the calves are left, you can do this. Shaking away his thoughts, he finally made it where only Moomintroll’s feet were left, making quick work of swallowing the rest of him down as he closed his mouth once more.

Moomintroll wiped saliva from his eyes, finally opening them only to be met with a blinding darkness. He took a moment to untangle his limbs and curl into a ball. Around him, there was a thick wall of squishy muscle. While breathable, the air was hot and humid, dank with the smell of meat. From above, he could hear hitches in Snufkin's breathing with every movement, along with the occasional hiccups and small burps.

“Excuse me..” He patted his stomach, feeling the skin of it to be stretched and taught. It’d only been now when he’d realised how embarrassing it would be to be seen, even if they were much too far into the forest for anyone in the valley to find them– at least by accident. Eventually, he caught his breath. “Moomintroll? Is everything ok in there?”

“Mhm! It’s actually nice in here, almost like I'm in a sleeping bag.” Moomintroll let out a yawn, laying his head into the soft muscle. He could feel everything around him shake with each breath, along with hearing the faint sounds of a heartbeat.

“Promise you tell me if you want out?”

“Mhm!”

Satisfied with that answer, Snufkin let his head lie down on top of his belly, now full. The two of them let the next few minutes pass in a comfortable silence, before Moomintroll felt the stomach walls start to vibrate around him. From outside he could hear the soft purrs of his friend, the sound a rumbling echo; a ricochet of noise and warmth. He couldn’t help but smile at the thought of how cat-like The Snufkin was, even for being the most ‘human’ in the valley. That, and a man-eating “monster”-- but he wasn’t really all that scary, at least not like this.

Closing his eyes, Moomintroll allowed himself to doze off, both he and Snufkin now content.

Explanations can wait for later, Moomintroll decided. we’ll nap first.

#soft vore #safe vore #open ended vore #vore story #vore fic #fluffy vore #fandom vore #mlm vore #same size vore #v/ore #extreme cuddling #i need to go touch grass

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