Solomon has a bit of a taste and decides that he wants the whole body and not just the blood, smh

I have a second part to this (kind of), but I’m too tired to work on that, lmao

Ohhh? What could this be I wonder? Guess you’ll have to go follow the amazing @novorehere to find out

MC letting Beel eat them with other food, expecting the usual cake, pudding, chocolate syrup, etc. Maybe even ramen soup because Mammon tends to like that.

But you have to understand. You need to be very careful allowing him to do this because he will hit you with the puppy dog eyes while holding a bottle of Mesquite BBQ sauce and you won’t be able to go back after that.

This man canonically likes humans PICKLED so you cannot tell me he wouldn’t ask to eat MC with the most random shit ever. Pastrami on rye? Yes please. He’d be so excited to try them in a hot dog bun with coleslaw and mustard after seeing it on a human world cooking show, bless his heart.

Licking spicy marinara off your cheek is just as romantic as whipped cream, right? He might have to taste test both to make sure, so please free up some time after class and meet him in the kitchen. (But be sure to hide the jar of pickle juice first, for your own sake.)

it is The Day (at least in my timezone), sooooOOOOOO

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @novorehere ‼️‼️‼️

I hope you’re having a great day! May all your birthday wishes come true!!!!

pls accept this silly little card i made for u, complete with this here silly little demon :D

satan tummy… 🫶

(srry for the bad anatomy lol)

Just a Sip, Darling (Obey Me! vore fic)

A/N: Writing in 2nd person is extremely jarring tbh. I kinda wrote MC more insufferable and spicier than intended...oops. Warning: foodplay and semi-unwilling vore. Enjoy!

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Your eyes flash open, and you find yourself in a sea of liquid. It’s dark, tepid, and a burst of chocolate overwhelms your senses. Normally, you aren’t one to complain about an abundance of chocolate, but this was almost too much; it was as if someone kept a perfume sampler strip, topped with chocolate, under your nose and refused to move it. 

You aimlessly wade through the liquid. It isn’t very deep, but it’s still mildly uncomfortable to be constantly gasping, trying not to let yourself be pulled to the bottom by the thick chocolate.

You scramble atop the only thing floating in this sea of warm chocolate--you’re grateful it isn’t scalding, but you can’t understand why anyone would get lukewarm hot chocolate. Hot chocolate is in the very name; it should at least be above room temperature. Still, you make it on top of your makeshift raft, and once you look down, your stomach sinks. 

You’re on a cat. 

Not a real cat, of course. But the impact still hits the same. It’s a cute hot cocoa topping; the liquid isn’t hot enough to completely melt it, so the marshmallow kitty still has most of its form intact. You can’t help but feel a rush of embarrassment about the fact that you’re forced to result to using a marshmallow to stay afloat. 

Suddenly, the door opens and the vibrations send waves of cocoa toward you. Bracing yourself, you cling with all you have to the slippery marshmallow fluff as a shadow looms over your hot chocolate lake. 

The ripples finally settle, and you look up to find Satan peering down at you, quizzically. 

The demon was already tall when you weren’t bug sized, but now he’s reached impossible magnitudes. Only his face fills your vision, while the rest of his body isn’t even visible past your limited line of view. 

“Is that you, MC?” His voice booms over you, and you resist the urge to cover your ears--not wanting to lose your grip and slip back into the liquid. 

“Y’know me, just taking a bath, normal human behavior and all. After all, hot chocolate happens to be great for the skin.” Considering the circumstances, the words slip out of your mouth with surprising ease.

 He blinks and you sigh, your quip wasn’t exactly lost on him, but he was likely one of the last demon brothers to play along with your terrible jokes. 

“No, Satan, I’m not okay. I’m literally the size of your thumb. What part of that is normal?”

 Satan quirks a brow. “So, you’re in there because...” He trails off, expecting some sort of explanation out of you, but unfortunately, you find yourself fresh out of those. Instead, you gesture with one hand to your edible raft for the demon to fill in the gaps himself. 

He doesn’t. 

You roll your eyes and push yourself a little further up on the marshmallow, so half your body isn’t sinking into the cocoa. It’s going to be a pain to get these stains out. You halfheartedly think to yourself as you look back up at Satan, who is still waiting for your explanation. 

“You know, just wanted to try a new experience and all.” 

He doesn’t laugh. His face isn’t completely stoic, though. Thoughts tinker behind those green-blue eyes, unwilling to spare even a glimpse. You sigh, figuring Beel or Mammon would have quite the opposite reaction if they found you instead.

A small grin paints his lips. “You are quite cute like this, MC, but how did you get so small? The only instances I’ve read about humans shifting sizes have unfortunately been constrained to the realm of fiction.” You can sense the underlying concern dripping off his words, and you sigh; your answer will only make him more concerned. 

“Don’t remember.”  

“What?” 

“Yeah. One moment, I was studying up on Devildom history and the next, floating in a sea of hot chocolate.” 

He frowns a bit. “I see,” is all he mumbles, but the faint pink dusting his cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed by you. 

You open your mouth, trying to coax him to at least lift you out of your mug prison, but a strangled chortle escapes instead. You couldn’t help it! But the moment his eyes flash back down at you, regret seeps in. 

“Uh, am I going to be stuck like this?” 

“Maybe,” Satan sighs, hands draping over his eyes and he looks back at you. “If this is a shrinking curse, I’ll gather the proper ingredients to reverse it, but if it isn’t... I guess you’ll just have to be patient for now, until we figure out what to do.” He shakes his head.

You groan loudly, sinking further into your mug prison. 

“Hmph. I should’ve gotten Lucifer’s help. If only he were here to help me out instead of the ever-so-helpful Satan --- here to save the day with zero ideas and no clue; really played my gacha odds here.” You murmur under your breath, but it sounds loud enough to Satan’s sensitive ears. 

“Really now?” Satan leans closer to the cup. “Well, if you think so, then maybe I should make life harder for a certain someone if he can’t find you for a little while.” Satan hums, and your stomach drops. He isn’t going to do what you think he is. He wouldn’t! 

Satan plants himself on the chair, and your heart sinks to your stomach; He totally would. 

He picks up the cup and raises it to his lips. You feel a shiver of dread run down your spine as he stares down at you with a smug look. 

Oh hell no--Frantically, you try swimming away, against the current, from the lip of the mug, but it’s no use. 

Satan laughs, “Don’t worry, I would never let anything happen to you, MC.” 

Though, you’d like to beg to differ, with his green-blue eyes shining with obvious mirth. The giant blond was getting a kick out of this. “But might as well teach you a lesson about that mouth of yours, darling.” 

Before you retort, he takes a sip of the cocoa, swallowing half of it, and you, in one gulp. 

You’re pulled deeper into his throat, and it's tight and hot. You can feel the warmth of the hot chocolate as it washes around you. You struggle for a moment, trying to give him a taste of his own medicine before the thick humid heat hits you immediately as you squeeze through the sphincter and free-fall down, with the remainder of the cocoa, into his belly. 

You take a moment to grasp your surroundings. It’s not as disgusting as you would have thought. Sure, it’s sweltering and stinks to the high heavens like old spit, but noxious food odors or the acrid bite of acids are surprisingly nonexistent. Chalking it down to Satan not exactly being human, you try exploring your surroundings, but you don’t get very far.

It’s tight and dark. After a few unstable steps, you manage to reach another wall, though, in the darkness, you aren’t sure which direction you are facing in the first place.

You slump against the curved wall, and idly, your fingers trace the soft surface lined with a mucous-like substance. You find yourself strangely comfortable, soothed by the rhythmic churning of the Avatar of Wrath’s insides and the warmth of his body. An odd combination of annoyance and contentment washes over you as the darkness slowly lulls you to sleep. 

Outside, Satan flips the page of his book while a hand rests on his middle. He sighs, still experiencing nothing short of utter bliss. It was impossible not to notice MC’s subtle movements and even as they rest, their weight serves as a constant reminder of just how close they are. His eyes feel heavy and he yawns, marking his place in the book and setting his glasses down on the bedside table. 

“Rest well, MC~” He purrs, content as he flickers off the light. 

He’ll let them out in the morning, but right now, he wants to savor this moment with his little darling. 

Belphegor vore is a rare, hard to find one. It’s always Beel or Lucifer (not that I mind lol). Picture the scenario where MC was accidentally swallowed by Belphegor while he’s sleep. He might sleep for hours while a frantic MC is squirming, trynna wake him up. Then he wakes up hours later dazed, but confused why he’s full.

It be awesome if you could write a fic about this prompt. Thank you 😩🙏

Greetings anon, and I am actually going to write this one when I started it. While I 100% see this specific situation as more something Beel would do, but I think I can make this work so here we go

You could not sleep for the life of you. No matter how much you tossed and turned it seemed as though you could not find peace in your room. Even though you had seven of the most powerful demons in all of hell ready to protect you at the drop of a hat, you still had your worries. There was only one thing left you could do: snuggle up with some company. You had seven options. Lucifer would likely notice you and send you back to your room immediately. Mammon would also notice your arrival, teasing you to no end. Levi sleeps in a bathtub. Satan should not be disturbed while asleep. Asmo insists on having his beauty rest, but also would not pass up any opportunity to have you alone with him in his room. Beel was already up and about getting snacks, you could hear distant rummaging in the kitchen. That left Belphegor, the youngest. He can sleep through literally anything, even being dragged up a flight of stairs. Surely he wouldn't notice you sneak into his bed.

Upon successful infiltration of the twins' room, you climbed into Belphie's bed as quietly as you could. On the far side of the bed, cast away from previous movements, was a rather large pillow. This did not immediately cause any alarm, but the moment you made physical contact with Belphie he curled himself tightly around you. There was no escape, not even your small wooly body could slip away. You dared not make a sound or try to move away, fearing possibly alerting Beel if he were in the room with you. Thankfully, so far as you could tell, he was not. Breakfast tomorrow might just be an issue. As the distant rustling and scrounging continued, you could feel yourself being pulled closer and closer to Belphie's face. You thought he was going to kiss you the way his lips were so close, but instead his mouth opened and he pushed you inside. Instantly you started to panic, letting out small scared squeaks and yelps loud enough for him to hear but soft enough to not awaken the rest of the household. Belphie's grip was tight, both around what little of your body was not in his mouth and his jaw. You feared he was going to bite down on you and began squirming. This only hastened your apparent fate. Even though your pact with the demon you were being eaten by would protect you from any physical harm, fear still took control. Belphegor swallowed. Hard. It was as though you were being pulled down into an abyss. He swallowed again, now purring a bit contentedly. A soft growl rang out from below you. One more gulp, despite all your struggling, sent you down into the demon's stomach. You yelped and kicked and rolled and tried to maybe orient yourself but in the darkness it was of very little use.

As for your original sleeplessness, it seemed as though kicking up such a fuss expended any remaining energy you had in you. You were panting, lying on your back. Now that you were still and quiet, the space seemed... peaceful. You could clearly hear your captor's heart beating above you, his each and every slow breath, and... what was that? Something pushed in on you just a little from the outside. The wetness and the very soft ambient gurgling of the organ now snugly surrounding you suddenly seemed... soothing. As the tissue around you massaged your wool coat and surrounded you in warmth, the restlessness that previously baned you seemed to slip away. That sensation on the outside began to move around a little... circles. Belphie was rubbing you from the outside. You reached out curiously and attempted to do the same with your little hoof. The moment you made the tender contact a very contented sigh sounded from above. The very gentle little snores indicated that Belphie was indeed still asleep, but his reaction was more than enough to confirm that he did know, somewhere in his mind, what happened. Between the mindless caresses from outside, the steady breathing and pulse, and the wonderful massage you were getting, the only thing you could do was sleep.

You weren't even sure what time it was or where you were when you awoke to a sudden jarring shift in your environment. "Mmph... Did I eat breakfast and go back to sleep...?" a very confused Belphie mumbled. His hand instantly went to his stomach as he slowly sat up. This prompted you to resume your struggling in an attempt to inform Belphie of your presence. The moment you yelped you could hear the heartbeat above you go from slow and lethargic to a sprint. "M-MC! How did you... when..." While there was a hint of urgency in Belphie's voice, it was far far less than a respectable reaction. He was likely still sleepily fogbrained. "You swallowed me whole last night!" There was a long moment of silence, Belphegor racking his brain for why. "Beel must've been super hungry last night... and I wasn't sleeping well. Maybe he was fending off a rampage." The yelling from farther away muffled further by the many layers of tissue and muscle around you confirmed this. "Well, at least Lucifer isn't yelling at me. I'm not planning on getting up any time soon..." A yawn. "And having you right here is sure fun." Belphie patted his stomach contentedly. "Looks like you're gonna be staying right here with me for a while." He chuckled and laid himself back down. You couldn't deny the fact that this was one way or another relaxing. Besides, you could benefit from some more of the best sleep you'd ever had.

Tags (new feature! lmk if you want added): @akitothemightydorito

Discord shenanigans:

On Mammon’s latest Home Screen he says “Welcome to the Great Mammon’s VIP section!” so I shitposted to @novorehere that MC should make a pin that says “Mammon's VIP Guest”, then had to guess what it would be for each of the brothers

Lucifer’s Caffeine Pill

Mammon's VIP Guest

Levi’s Antacid

Satan’s Bookworm (because wiggle wiggle)

Asmo’s Fad Diet

Beel’s Midnight Snack

Belphie’s Nightcap

This is way too sudden but DAMN if Beelzebub doesn't immediately spark the 'cuddle instinct' as soon as you see him. Whether those cuddles are interal or external all depends on if you've fed him enough. Even then, he might just be hungry enough for 'cotton candy'.

SOLMARE!!! YOU CAN'T JUST DO THIS TO US SHSHSHS

Not only this convo but also GT Asmo Devilgram?! Damn we are eating pretty good folks!

@novorehere

PS for those interested in idea:

I talked about this with my Discord friend, but I like to imagine, because my vorish mind is hungry (hah!) for the scenarios and such, that whenever Lucifer sees something in the shape of MC and plus in such small size he has to nom it instantly. His instincts or possessiveness go wild at those moments, as he has to claim even the sheer resemblance of MC as his. 👀

Possessive pred Lucifer!!

Kind of a sneak peek/spoiler of the Shall We Vore writing, but I’ve been struggling to write so much lately, lol Anyways, Belphie eats currently rodent roommate and falls asleep, more news at eleven

Is it, Beel? Is it “ruff?”

right at home (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆

burger.

i havent drawn beel in so long GODDDD I LOVE HIMMM

hello vore community .. i don't know how to do a first post lmao but erm. hiii I've been here like a year without posting and ily . I will now proceed to have the worst blorbos in full view

I must say I loved the hc’s you did with my request!! I was wondering what if you made a oneshot of the Satan one where they play cat and mouse?

As always have a wonderful day/night!

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Omg corn anon hi again I actually caught this at a reasonable time lol, sorry about the wait. If I do wind up doing that (which I might it I get bored) it probably wouldn’t be the most accurate. Satan has to be second least accurate only to Asmo for me unfortunately (and the newest wave of side characters because I haven’t met them in game). However, if you dm me a tag I’ll ping you if I do so. You know what, fuck it. I’m writing this tomorrow. Corn anon, you’re getting your damn cat and mouse game.

The following day for That One Weeb:

Literally about a week later: fuck o have to write this. Uhhhhh ok

Two weeks later:

At least I actually noticed this was something I should write and actually checked my inbox. Satan cat and mouse coming right up!

Being trapped in the body of a sheep was bad enough while milling around with demons. But the body of a mouse in a house with not one, but three demons turned into felines by a magical mixup? That was just too much. Sure you had the protective amulet gifted to you by Solomon but that didn't really fit all that well now. You sighed, still stuck on the floor and unable to get up onto your bed. Your door suddenly opened. You suspected Mammon, likely trying to do something like snatch you up and swallow you while you were smaller than usual. However, Satan was the one staring down at you, his tail flicking. "Lucifer should've known he could never hide your wonderful scent," he purred. You squeaked, certainly loud enough for him to hear. "Awwww MC is a little mouse... no wonder Lucifer wouldn't let anyone near you. You look absolutely delicious." You scurried under the nightstand your hosts had supplied in fear. "Don't worry little MC. I'm not gonna hurt you." A green eye peered at you. "I'll keep you safe from all of them. Just come on out and let me take care of you." You pushed yourself flat up against the wall. "So we're doing this the hard way... MC, you know I would never truly hurt you, right?" You slowly crawled out from under the nightstand and sat up on your back legs. Your tail was still twitching nervously. Surprisingly, Satan did not make a move on you. "I'd love to eat you right now. Play a little game of, well, cat and mouse. But if you don't want to that's fine." You weighed your options. If you allowed Satan to paly with you, at the very least you'd wind up in the most unexpected stomach and the last place anyone would likely look for you. That far outdid the idea of being mindlessly grabbed by Beel or teased to no end by Mammon. At least Satan was being courteous. "Fine," you decidedly stated. "Only because nobody would really expect it to be you who ate me." Satan's tail started weaving behind him, his ears and tiny whiskers forward. "In exchange, you'll be a good little mouse, run and hide, right?" You agreed and the moment the words were out Satan crouched down, about to pounce on you. Instinct kicked in and it was off to the races. You darted under the bed, now somewhat genuinely afraid. "I know you're under there, MC. And you can't hide forever." A hand reached for your tail and you squeaked, sprinting out the other side and running along the wall. "Silly little MC, don't tell me you're actually scared. This might just be too easy." You hid yourself behind a pile of books and watched as Satan stood to full height, towering above you. "Hm, I wonder where MC went?" His tail twitched, then pushed cleanly aside the books you were behind. "There." Next thing you knew, you were in the air, dangling by your tail above a familiar yet far far more terrifying maw. You went down in barely a single gulp. Satan started purring, satisfied. "You aren't the most filling right now MC, but I can feel every single time you move." In a slight panic you scampered about the dark, warm and dank space. "You're mine for a while MC. All mine."