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nightmarevore · 8 months

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a switch flips in Rowan's head. where he was standing and talking to luke, his expression falters. his eyes are distant as he looks up from his beloved and where they are. when did they get in public? where are they? he knows luke is in front of him. he can see him and smell him. he’s right in front of him. but who are all these people that surround them? the smell is overwhelming. his stomach churns as dread over takes the predator. this isn’t home. this place isn’t safe. luke needs to be inside him. luke is safe inside him. wouldn’t it be easy to swallow him down now and take him some place they can be safe, where rowan can protect him from the pain of the world? from all these strangers who stare at the two like they’re freaks….

“rowan? are you okay?” luke’s voice chimes through rowan’s panic. the predator’s eyes shoot towards his boyfriend. his face flushes, and he grabs luke’s arm tightly. rowan’s stomach growls in quiet desperation to keep its prey safe. “what’s happening, love?”

without much thought, rowan’s mouth opens wide, and all luke sees is the back of rowan’s throat before he’s shoved into the darkness of his maw. he’s desperate, almost as if eating luke is a requirement to staying alive. as if he didn’t have his beloved boyfriend within him, the two of them would cease to be. luke’s left dazed and confused, his body tensing up as rowan stuffs him into his gullet.

“rowan?!” he calls out, pressing his hands up against his partner. he attempts to push him away. they’re in public, why would he do this now?! his words are left on deaf ears as a loud swallow pulls luke into the predator’s throat.

loud gasps. a few people in the crowd watch what happens before them. a man, out of nowhere, began swallowing the person next to him. predators exist, it’s not a shock that they have to eat another in order to sate their appetite. in public, in such a crowded space, though? people couldn’t help but look on in some kind of shocked horror.

rowan holds luke in place as aggressive, panicked, and desperate swallows pull his head and body deeper within him. luke hears how fast and panicked the predator’s heart is beating. something is wrong, and it’s too tight for luke to call out to him and ask what’s going on. even if he could, he didn’t think he’s getting an answer. it… feels like a fugue, but something tells him it’s not. he wouldn’t be in such a panic.

luke’s flavor blesses rowan’s senses. his scent fills his nose as he swallows him down in an act of love and protection. in an act of pure desperation. he thinks he’s hungry, or maybe he isn’t, and this is just what his mind is demanding he do. it’s tight as his cherry slips down further his gullet. his body squeezes him from all sides and holds him in place. each swallow leaves luke more and more immobile. his arms are pressed up against his own body, constricting him.

love luke. crave luke. devour luke.

protect him from everything and everyone.

another swallow squeezes and massages luke’s being further down, his head forcefully being shoved into his stomach. his middle visibly expands as the shifter begins to be deposited inside.

“rowan, what’s going on?” luke finally takes a breath and speaks. it’s a relief that it’s easier to speak in his stomach. “what happened?”

the predator purrs, continuing to swallow his partner down. he lifts him up, one hand reaching for his middle. he feels it grow as more of luke is forced inside.

right where he’s safe. right where he belongs. right where he needs him.

his stomach expands more and more. luke’s entire being is forced into the chamber, quickly and desperately. he attempts to shift amidst all of this, trying to figure out what to do and how to sit. rowan would never just suddenly eat him in public like this. rowan hates doing any of this in public. something is terribly wrong.

aggressive and hard swallows send luke’s legs down the predator’s throat, his shirt rising over his middle and growing at a fast pace. both of his hands reach down to his middle and hold tightly onto his skin. he needs to feel the weight of luke inside him, whether it’s the shape his stomach takes, the sensation of luke entering him. of the weight inside his expanding middle. his hands hold a tight grip as his fingers sink harshly into his skin. his nails dig into the layers of skin as he attempts to support the weight of his middle.

one final swallow sends the rest of luke down, and his head remains tilted upwards until he feels the love of his life finally and fully slide down to his center. it’s marked with a rumble and luke’s muffled voice, but he can’t make out the words. even if he wasn’t muffled, would rowan be able to pay attention to what he’s saying in the first place?

rowan’s eyes shoot open. they’re wide yet glossy. rowan himself isn’t all there. he growls, keeping his hands glued to his middle as the scent of every living person that surrounds them fills his nostrils. it’s overwhelming. it makes him sick.

people are staring. they look on to the predator, some in horror. some people back away. rowan begins to walk, forcing his way through the crowd. a woman, someone he doesn’t know, someone so unfamiliar to him he doesn’t know her name, gets TOO close to him. too close to his middle. his stomach. his luke. his world, his everything.

the pressure of his hands sink deeper into his belly as the low growl in the bottom of rowan’s throat turns into a snarl, and sharp teeth snap at the strange woman. she sees a monster who swallowed a man whole not just a moment before, and the predator wants to keep it that way. she screams, fearful that this man was going to bite her and strike her down. drool drips from his lips as the rage in his eyes burn deep like a fire.

“rowan! what the hell is going on?” luke calls out.

rowan can't hear him. he squeezes his middle with teeth out for the world to see. nobody will hurt him, or his cherry.

#soft vore #safe vore #v0re #male pred #male prey #same size vore #my love language to medli is writing and drawing stuff for luke and rowan #super self indulgent drabble again.#craving and other fics will be worked on i promise i promise #the closer it gets away from vore day the more i scream at myself to finish pred appreciation day #anyway enjoy i am so fucking gay #protective pred #fugue pred #kinda #it's like #he's overstimulated #luke and rowan #size on the side #sots

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nightmarevore · 11 months

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Craving — Good Morning, My Beloved

Rowan belongs to @wonderful-bellies , Luke belongs to me.

Rowan and Luke cuddle after waking up in the morning.

AO3 VERSION

Contains: G/T, G/T cuddling, g/t vore, extreme cuddling, endosoma, vore, soft vore, safe vore

Word Count: 2,756

Rowan’s face rests against his pillow. Luke, his love, his everything, lies shrunken next to his face. In fact, he’s leaning up against Rowan’s face. The predator smiles at this, lifting his hand and pressing it against the other’s tiny body, holding him against his face. He nuzzles Luke, purring and closing his eyes. Luke can’t help but chuckle as he’s pressed further against his boyfriend’s face, relaxing his head. He nuzzles it, soon placing the tiniest kiss up against his cheekbone.

Rowan’s chest bubbles with love. He loves Luke, he knows this. He lifts his chin and removes his hand slightly from Luke’s tiny body to press his mouth up against the tiny man’s frame. His lips press into his chest, and Rowan’s purrs envelope the shifter’s core. Luke is so tiny when he’s like this, and Rowan can hardly contain himself at how adorable and cute he is. He has to keep him close to himself at all times.

Besides, how else would he stay warm?

Luke chuckles and leans up against Rowan’s lips, holding his arms out and sinking into his skin. In response, Rowan’s tongue slips through and brushes against the tiny. The shifter’s face flushes, and he looks up to Rowan’s eyes, still closed.

“Hm…. I just needed a lick.” He mumbles against Luke’s body.

“It never stops with a lick.” His love responds, in a joyful tone.

He’s right, it always continues further than a lick. Rowan gets excited easily when it comes to the man that he loves so much. His stomach growls lightly, and he feels the pang of empty, loving hunger from his stomach.

“I think....” Rowan mumbles, pressing Luke back into his face with his hand. The little man’s body enters just enough into Rowan’s mouth that he can speak directly against his body. His lips embrace the tiny Luke as he speaks against him. “I think it should go past a lick.”

His words vibrate against Luke’s entire core. His tiny body surrounded by lips and words, his love that would always be his home. His words vibrate against his very soul. Rowan is his everything. His boyfriend who swallows him and keeps him safe. His boyfriend who he leans against for comfort and protection. Rowan, whose stomach he’s been in more times than Luke could count.

Rowan purses his lips against his beloved’s tiny body and kisses it. The little man is so fragile like this, with each movement the predator has to be gentle. He doesn’t dare hurt him. He lifts his head and gently guides Luke’s face to his lips, and soon he places a rather large kiss against it. He does this again, and soon Luke leans his face against the plump lips that cradle him.

“Your teeth are sharp.” The shifter speaks into the giant pair of lips.

“I was hoping you’d be my breakfast this morning.” Rowan’s voice is soft, like a whisper. Luke ends up with a decent look into the giant’s mouth.

“I was hoping to be your breakfast.” Luke replies.

Rowan chuckles, and soon Luke laughs. Of course, the two of them were always in sync when it came to this.

“Well….” Rowan shifts, lifting his head up and supporting it on his free hand so he can look down to his tiny boyfriend. “My little cherry, I can still smell your shampoo from last night. It enhances your sweet scent.”

“Maybe that was intentional.” Luke laughs as he looks up to Rowan, soon standing up. Rowan’s hand still leaned against the shrunken man, and soon it swiftly scoops him up, swiping Luke off of his feet. He raises Luke to his face again, holding his body against his visage and places his lips against his middle, giving him one more body kiss.

“I love you.” He mumbles against his form, his words surrounding Luke’s entire being.

“I love you, too, big guy.” Luke responds, nuzzling into Rowan’s face.

That’s all they need to say. It’s time for Rowan to eat his beloved and to swallow him down. To keep him deep within his body, underneath his skin. Between organs and flesh. The very thought sent butterflies into Rowan’s stomach. He’s giddy, desperate to sate his hunger and keep his beloved inside him.

Pulling Luke away from his face, Rowan’s lips part, giving Luke a good look into his maw. A strand of saliva parts, and the darkness of Rowan’s throat almost takes over his mouth. His teeth are sharp, yet they always avoid scraping Luke. Rowan’s tongue; a soft bed that the shifter has found himself simply sleeping against many, many times. His mouth is always warm, and the heat of his breath brings them closer.

Rowan’s hand guides Luke into his mouth, and Luke enthusiastically pushes himself forward, plopping his smaller frame onto his beloved’s tongue. When he lays against the surface, his legs still poking out of Rowan’s mouth, Luke allows himself to relax against the muscle. Here, he had a good view of the back of Rowan’s throat, and it just went down and down.

Rowan purrs as Luke touches his tongue, his flavor filling his senses and he closes his eyes. Fuck, he just wants to eat him constantly. The best part of all of this is getting to swallow Luke over and over and over again. Every time, it’s so perfect. It’s so loving, and it’s… security. He can’t wait any longer, and as soon as he feels Luke begin to crawl towards the back of his throat, the predator swallows eagerly.

Luke’s head is forced through the opening of his throat, and Rowan lifts his chin towards the air. It’s a tight force that enters his gullet, and he can feel every small movement and shift of Luke as he begins to slip through the muscle. He purrs in response to this, closing his eyes and allowing himself to sit up. His face flushes red, and he tilts his head back further to swallow again. They’re so close. Rowan holds Luke’s smaller body within his own, and he’ll only continue further downward. How intimate this moment is.

Anticipation. Luke slips inside Rowan’s throat as a loud swallow surrounds him, and his boyfriend’s lips embrace his waist as he’s pushed backwards by his tongue and pulled in by the contraction of his larger boyfriend’s throat muscles. Luke closes his eyes as he’s pulled inside his love. His head is held in a gentle but tight hug by Rowan’s gullet. He’s held in place, and the man can’t help but smile. Rowan purrs around him as he swallows again, the vibration and pull overtaking Luke’s senses.

Rowan pulls his chin up to the air, lifting Luke’s tiny legs with him. He swallows again, sending the rest of Luke into his mouth and past his lips. He just wants Luke inside his stomach so, so terribly badly. He can feel Luke slip further down his gullet, and he halts his swallows for just a moment. Rowan lifts one of his hands, pressing a finger against the tight lump he felt from inside. The warmth and form he can just barely make out from inside, he could also feel as he presses the tip of his finger against. Luke holds still, and Rowan makes a small, gentle swallow to send the rest of his boyfriend into his throat. The lump covers his neck’s length, and the predator holds his breath to focus on the stillness.

Luke’s descent comes to a complete stop, and he’s held in place by Rowan’s esophagus. Rowan’s purrs continue around him, vibrating the tiny’s body from all around. His flesh isn’t massaging him downwards, more holding him in place in an embrace. Rowan’s own version of a hug when Luke is this size. He feels the giant’s finger press against him, rubbing up and down in an attempt to make out his form. Luke laughs, almost as if it were a tickle.

Any attempt to move is cut short as he’s held in place by Rowan’s throat, and he allows himself to lean into the flesh that pushes against him. He nuzzles his cheek into the organ, purring gently. Rowan shifts and gently places his head back against his pillow, keeping his neck straightened as Luke sits still within his throat. Rowan’s eyes slowly shut as he smiles, focusing on the tiny man.

Luke and Rowan have done this before. The first time Rowan kept his Beloved still inside his throat, it surprised the shifter. Now, when Rowan does it, Luke believes it’s almost as… intimate, as when Rowan eats him when he��s just a bit bigger. When Luke is half Rowan’s size, and Rowan just can’t stop talking about the size he makes his stomach. When he calls him perfect, the perfect meal. The perfect bump.

Special.

Luke didn’t care about the lack of movement. He believes that they couldn’t be more close than this. He believes that this is the ultimate show of affection. He may have to ask Rowan if he can stay inside his stomach for a few days…

Rowan’s finger finishes exploring the lump, and Luke speaks up.

“Rowan… I love you.” He speaks into the wall of the esophagus. Luke’s own way of speaking into Rowan’s being, much like the predator has done to him.

Though subtle, Rowan’s heartbeat lightly picks up as his chest flutters. It’s loud enough for Luke to hear from his throat, and the predator’s face flushes red. He’s relieved Luke isn’t able to see his face at this point, and through a quiet laugh, he finally allows himself to swallow once again. His prey, his Cherry, pushes down, the lump of Luke beginning to disappear past Rowan’s collarbone. He finally takes a breath, audibly exhaling, pressing a hand up against his chest as he feels Luke slip further inside him. With one more swallow, the rest of Luke finally disappears past his collarbone entirely.

Luke hears nothing but Rowan’s heartbeat and his breathing. It surrounds him, exactly like the organ that surrounds him and pushes him further down, down, down… He presses his hands into the saliva-covered wall of the organ, attempting to feel the texture of it. It’s smooth, wet, and makes a perfect shape around Luke’s entirety.

Rowan’s fast heart makes Luke giddy, and he laughs as it reaches its peak volume, then quickly disappears as more of the tight organ squishes him from all sides and massages him downwards. Rowan traces where he feels Luke’s tight form slip further down with his hand, and his cheeks grow warm with every second of it. His breath picks up, and it hitches in his throat. It’s almost slow as he feels Luke slip past his heart and lungs.

“I love you, too, Luke. My love.” He spits out, digging his face into his pillow. His legs curl up as it happens—as he feels Luke slowly push through and fill his stomach. He holds his breath, the empty hunger he felt quickly replaced with loving fullness that only HIS Luke can give him.

Luke is finally pushed inside a roomier chamber, though its space is quickly overtaken as more of Luke’s tiny frame is deposited inside. The ripples and folds of the stomach push against Luke’s frame, and his stomach grumbles lightly at his arrival. Luke takes a deep breath, his legs and feet finally joining him inside, and he sits inside the organ quite nicely. It takes a moment, but Luke rubs a hand against the flesh underneath him, pushing his tiny fingers into it and using it as a pillow.

He’s home, right where he belongs.

Rowan’s hand finishes tracing down his body and settles over his middle, feeling his skin expand underneath it as he becomes overwhelmed with his prey filling him up. He can feel the curve Luke makes on his center as he fills it up, and once he’s inside, Rowan can feel him get comfortable. Rowan exhales, running his fingers over the fabric of his shirt, feeling the bump that Luke makes. His chest bubbles with excitement, his stomach rumbling around his beloved.

“You’re so…” Rowan lifts his shirt, pressing his fingers against his skin. Luke is inside there, and though it looks like he just ate a very filling meal, Rowan very much knows who it is inside him. He wants to kiss Luke again, but that can wait for when he spits him up. Rowan rubs circles against his middle, shifting his head to look down at himself. He smiles, his face turning warm at his somewhat bloated middle. “... Filling. I love you, you’re delicious, and… Fuck, Luke. You need to stay in there for a few days.”

Rowan is full and happy. He purrs, curling himself around his stomach, yet keeping his hand glued to his stomach. Luke is right where he belongs, tucked away where nothing can get to him.

“I’m glad I don’t have to ask.” Luke’s muffled voice speaks up, and he feels the tiny man shift inside him. He’s seemingly rolling over on his side, and Rowan can feel his arms push against the flesh of his stomach and the tiny bumps he makes against his hand. Rowan chuckles at this, rubbing his fingers gently over where he felt Luke poke out. Soon, he feels Luke settle back down, sinking into the organ.

“I love you.” Rowan says, rubbing circles around his middle, following the curve his boyfriend makes. He’s obsessed, staring at his stomach and begins to press his fingers against it. Against Luke. He hears a muffled laugh, and Luke even steadies himself, pressing both of his legs out against the wall above. He presses back against the wall underneath him, pushing as far out as he can. This causes Rowan to jump a bit, a small bump where his feet stick out forcing its way through his skin. “Hey, that feels weird as hell!”

“Good.” Luke playfully retorts. Rowan presses his fingers against the bump, forcing it back down and feeling his stomach squish Luke back into place.

Playfully and with a smirk, Rowan rolls over, laying on his stomach and squishing it into the cushion of the bed. He scoffs to himself, feeling the tiny squirm underneath his weight.

“No, no, NOT fair!!” Luke’s voice speaks out, even more muffled than before. He kicks, sending a quick jolt of pain through the predator’s body.

“Hey!” Rowan pushes himself on his hands and knees, looking down at his belly, now somewhat sagging from Luke’s weight. He feels Luke shift inside him, following gravity. “Okay, okay. You win. Settle down.”

Rowan rubs his stomach again, moving to sit down and stretch his arms in the air. He rolls his shoulders, then lets out a yawn. Luke’s weight shifts with him, and he squirms and shifts around a few times, sending a chill down the predator’s spine.

Rowan rubs his skin as he sees his belly squirm.

“I think… I’m going to go back to sleep.” Luke’s voice speaks up as he finally sits still. He leans back against one of the folds in Rowan’s stomach. He knows these all too well. Rowan’s stomach has been a bed for… months, really.

“Go ahead, I may do the same.” Rowan’s hand finds its way back to his stomach, rubbing his belly. He lightly squeezes it and yawns. He pulls his blanket back over him with his free hand, and the hand glued to his stomach continues to rub over the form of Luke inside him. He lays on his side.

“I love you, Rowan.” Luke speaks, muffled and tired.

“Mh… I love you, too.” Rowan replies, rubbing the side of his belly.

He can feel Luke settle once more, sinking into the organ and burrowing into the folds of his stomach. He has Luke inside his very being, and they’re as close as they ever will be. Luke sits inside him and sleeps, and Rowan will enjoy the comfort of his weight. The fact he can feel every breath that Luke takes. Every time he moves, Rowan will be able to feel. He hides Luke from the world, right underneath his skin. Under his belly.

Luke has helped Rowan get over his fear of being a monster. Luke has made Rowan feel loved. In turn, Rowan makes Luke feel loved.

The predator massages his fingers over his middle, over the center of himself.

“I want you to stay with me.” He whispers, closing his eyes.

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