Heroic Sacrifice, Another Trope Im In Love With

Heroic sacrifice, another trope I’m in love with–

-A villain saying “I didn’t find anything” and covering for their former nemesis’ escape, despite knowing the kind of trouble they’ll get in if they’re caught

-A rebel holding their partner at knifepoint when the two are caught, desperately trying to make their captors think that they acted alone, and their friend is nothing but a hostage

-A leader running into the arms of their enemies to buy their team time, lying that they’ll meet up again at the base

-A hero turning themselves in to save the city, doomed to take any punishment meekly lest supervillain turn their wrath on the people

Also for something not related to my terrifying and taboo fetish: Overlord season 4 is gonna come out sometime in the future. I like Overlord the idea of a Lich King that secretly cares way more than he should about the whims of his stupid evil and chaotic dumb subordinates and essentially conquers the world due to peer pressure is something I definitely needed in my life. 

A pred and prey that have a LOT of chemistry together>>>

They're constantly teasing each other, but somehow, the prey always manages to stay out of the pred's reach. They flash the pred a smug smile and tell them that they'll have to try harder than that to catch them, and wow, the pred nearly got them this time... But the prey slipped out of their reach yet again! Better luck next time.

Meanwhile, the pred is always on the move, trying to catch this prey. Not only do they strongly believe that this prey belongs in their stomach, but the prey has a fierce hold on their heart; they love the prey. Everything about them. Their scent, their snarky remarks, their personality... If they could just get one taste...

Over time, the prey finds themselves thinking about this pred more and more. They're so big and strong, and yet, they're so much more gentle than any other pred they've met; they always have a warm sparkle in their eyes as they speak, and they have never shown any ill intent towards the prey...

Finally, they day comes where the pred finally catches the prey. Suddenly, the prey is out of snarky things to say; they stare that the pred, wide-eyed. The pred grips their shoulders gently, and as always, looks at them with that same warm sparkle in their eyes. They smile at the prey.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for this," The pred murmurs. They bring the prey up closer to their face. "Don't worry. I won't hurt you. This will feel good."

The prey's eyes fall to the pred's mouth. Admittedly, they've wondered what it would feel like to travel down this pred's throat, into their stomach. As the pred licks their lips, the prey blushes furiously at that thought.

"Okay," The prey says. They relax. "You've won."

The pred takes this as their cue. They lift the prey into their maw happily. The pred takes their time tasting the prey, and they're gentle as they guide the prey down their throat.

Finally, the prey slips into the pred's belly. The moment they do is pure bliss for the pred; warmth fills their core, and they sit back and curl up around their belly, purring around their prey.

Meanwhile, the prey finds that being inside a stomach isn't at all what they thought it would be. It's warm, soft, and pleasant. Around them, the stomach squishes and churns gently, as if cradling them. Soft, ambient sounds from the organ can be heard all around them, gurgling quietly with each gentle squeeze. They find themselves thinking that they don't want to be let out. Not for a while, anyways.

This persons horny words speak to me.

Even though it was pointless, you still found yourself struggling, pushing back against heavy stomach walls that weighed down on you. Your arms and legs felt weak from fighting back. You'd been struggling for a good while now. How long has it been? Hours? Minutes? You couldn't tell.

Still, even as the heavy stomach weighed down on you, gurgling, churning, working, your found it in you to give a strong kick. In response, a low, hearty chuckle sounds.

"Ahh... That felt good. Keep it up, my sweet."

You shout an insult and continue squirming. In response, the stomach seems to kick into full gear. You're squeezed tightly, and suddenly, the weight around you grows tenfold.

"Go on... Fight harder. I'm sure you'll make it out soon," The pred says, yawning. You can vaguely feel their hands roaming over their fat stomach, squishing and kneading at you.

"Better make it quick, though. I'm getting sleepy."

#thisisverytrue

DnD Handbook: Half-Orcs…. evil.

Every Half-Orc PC: He has huge muscles so he can hug his friends real tight….

I warned there would be vore shitposting and here it is: I like when the preds motivation for vore is a twisted sense of affection. Especially in fatal vore. The idea that the prey literally can’t understand why the pred has eaten them because the preds not making any sense. They have nothing but good if deranged things to say about the prey in some weird hybrid of fearplay and praisekink. The prey can’t understand why the pred has turned on them the fact they’ve been eaten is at dissonant odds with the affectionate tone in the preds voice. Especially like this scenario with preds that are inhuman like gods,demons or fae. Something that might be able to do an alright job of pretending to be human but truly isn’t. The prey might have gotten too comfortable with the pred, forgetting old stories about how even those that like you are dangerous. The pred takes advantage of that to devour the prey. Not even in a malicious way the pred in this scenario is totally sincere about their affection but if anything doesn’t that just make it scarier?