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Okay but what if I don’t want to be sexualized or seen as a joke? Take me seriously I beg you please see us not as a sexual tool to get you off or a trope to entertain
but as a person please just see me!
I’m scared I’m tired i want to scream and cry
PLEASE SEE ME
I’m a person not a character.
See me hear me
I AM real I am a person
we sexualize the unemployed failgirls a lot but i think at some point it comes across as a joke, it’s not though. lonely tranny sitting alone in your apartment you can’t afford, averting your eyes from your bank account every time you feel hunger, hiding from the dangerous eyes of the world outside, trapped trapped trapped, i love you i love you i love you and i will still love you when you discover the better world you belonged in since the beginning
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Tw drunk and sad posting/ suicidal trauma dumping
I want to feel safe with someone without having to give them everything I am first. I want someone to show me I don’t need to be strong because they’ll help me through my weaker points.
Im so tired and not in the way sleep can help. I don’t want to wake up but I’m not sure I want to die either? I just know I dont want to stay in this world that’s cruel more often than it claims I’m so tired of waiting for the good only for it to be minimal.
I’m tired of doubting everything and everyone I’ve come across because they find some entertainment in what I’ve been through.
I’m sad I’m scared I want friends that understand.
I know it’s silly and childish.
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I feel you heart pounding heavily against your ribs as you lie in my arms, looking me right in the eyes. My stomach rumbles beside you, politely announcing of its emptiness, but don't get tricked. It's almost painful, evil sensation which clenched my insides firmly like vice, turning them inside out while they are struggling with hunger. However, I just smile. You're here not to satisfy me, but yourself. You're small, and sad, and scared. That's OK. There is no shame in that...
I bring you up closer to my face - your skin gets pale as instinctive fear kicks in your veins. I don't hurry; your tiny palms run over my cheeks and lips; I force back the wish to taste your adorable little fingers - they have such a good smell... I ask if you still want me to send you there. After a moment, you nod, still worried but sure about your decision. I smile gently and rub your head in attempt to comfort you, although I know it's not enough. I'm a switch after all; no need to tell me how hard it is to go through this for the first time.
Finally, I open my mouth wide and lift you up to put your feet right on my awaiting tongue. The flavour is... Beautiful; I can't help but exhale with pleasure savouring your skinny, cool ankles. Meanwhile, you're trembling. God, I feel so pity for you! My mind is spinning of misunderstanding, trying to process this controversial information of joy and grief combined together. Regardless, it doesn't take long for me to focus. I lock my attentive gaze on your figure; icy sweat covers your hot, pulsing neck, you're staring down at me with mix of doubt and terror. However, you don't ask me to stop. I play with your legs a little bit more, giving you a chance to get used to the situation, then go for the next level, pushing you in just slightly and making you knees disappear in my maw. You gasp as my teeth accidentally touch your vulnerable skin; I rapidly part them to ease the tension. Your toes wiggle in my pharynx, I have to grant you a pleading look to say it disturbs me, so you hold still. I feel bad for making barriers everywhere for you; I'm aware of horror growing in your chest with every passing moment, but it will be better for both of us if you don't squirm. I promise, I won't hurt you. It'll be over soon.
Well, the point of no return is near. I push you just a bit deeper, like this... Yeah. Now I can catch your limbs with my throat muscles. My grip weakens; I swallow. You faintly shriek. I fondle your back, relaxing your body which has suddenly become hard and solid like a rock, being paralysed with shock. I wait; after some seconds your powerless hand pat on my upper lip, permitting me to continue. Oh, you can't imagine how difficult it is to breathe in this position, to hold my instincts sleeping while even so miserable part of you has been already embraced by my throat... No. Don't think about it. It's fine. I swallow once more, your hips and belly entering my esophagus. My neck pleasantly stretches; my mouth shamelessly waters as I get more of your spicy taste, invisible molecules bursting soundlessly on the surface of my craving tongue. You sense this and shiver, your poor clothes getting instantly soaked in my sticky saliva. But I won't make you uncomfortable for long; glancing at your pretty muzzle one last time, I title my head back and let you simply slide inside, contracting my throat again, tracing you slowly passing every centimetre of it: down, down, down...
At last, I can gift my chest with fresh air. You slipped inside so smoothly that it startles me...
My waist is heavy; cute little lumps are walking around underneath my clothes. You're in my stomach now.
The organ whines with pleasure as abundant meal comes in. You are moving around, trying to find a suitable position in the limited space. I sigh, forgetting about the pangs of starvation at last - the fact I haven't eaten since morning to do this to you is nothing comparing to the heavenly sensation of you being inside my core. Now I'm shaking too. It's impossible to stay straight; I lie down cautiously, putting my hands on the expanded middle, tears forming in the corners of my eyes.
You. Are. In. There.
I devoured an alive person. It's so good that it hurts...
You are still nervous; I murmur kind, calming words and caress you within my full belly gurgling gladly at your presence. It's safe within me. I won't digest you. Just look around and see that there is no acid to burn you. You won't get suffocated 'cause you're breathing with me. I won't jostle you with harsh movements. I won't laugh at your helplessness. I'm here to hold you, to listen to your cries, to fight your demons with you side by side.
It's so good that you hear me and settle in. Your warm weight feels unreal and... Perfect. I don't let my arms go away from my abdomen, making them cover the bulge you have created as if I have committed a crime which I should hide now.
You don't need to feel anxious anymore. I have you.
I love you.
#ngl made me cry#soft vore#extreme cuddling#safe vore#willing pred#reluctant prey#comfort vore#first time vore#vore switch#willing prey#tw drunk#sfw vore
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Preds (me) that eat other preds.
Specifically they eat the preds that go after unwilling preys.
The protective preds that will do anything to protect the smaller guys
#extreme cuddling#safe vore#soft vore#sfw vore#vore blog#v0re#vore talk#comfort vore#protective pred#vore stuff#protection vore#v0re blog#tw vore
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Okay! Drunk vore thoughts on the way!
#extreme cuddling#safe vore#soft vore#sfw vore#vore blog#v0re#vore talk#comfort vore#protective pred#tw drinking#tw drunk#drunk posting
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Preds that are insecure about their teeth because theirs are yellow and crooked.
They want to nom prey but they can’t bring themselves to let anyone get that close.
#extreme cuddling#safe vore#soft vore#sfw vore#vore blog#v0re#vore talk#comfort vore#nonfatal vore#non fatal vore#vore stuff#tw vore#v0re blog
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This one is Voiden
Pred
(Honestly any of your prey ocs)
Status: Mutual has rebloged, if I get the drawing done quick enough I will draw a second reblog
First mutual (someone both following me and im following them) to reblog w/ a picture of one of their characters will get a drawing (by me) of them either eating or being eating by any of my ocs they want.
So, info to put on the reblog:
Picture of character
If pred or prey (if both, specify which they will be acting as)
And which character of mine to be eating or eaten.
(°w°) 👍
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YES YRS I HATE IT SO MUCH TOO
prey friend (possibly) is trusting pred with their life and just they casually joke about taking advantage of them. That’s fucked up.
Like sure if they have that dynamic where they joke about that stuf fine whatever
I just don’t understand the logic behind just saying “haha what if I hurt you in a fatal way?” And then going “it’s a joke!”
*inhales*
I
Hate
HATE IT when a pred shifts their tone with their prey so suddenly..like i hate it when a prey is so vulnerable inside is the preds stomach they know this pred they trust them, and then the pred jokes about dig3sting them like??And when they dont get the hint??
Very nitpicky but it makes me sad as someone whos almost exclusively in a prey mindset lol
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Oh-hohoho!
*nomf*
Have a good birthday pal!
Tis my birthday today!!!
I sure hope no nice pred comes along and eats me :)
#happy birthday#have a fun day!#safe vore#sfw vore#soft vore#extreme cuddling#vore blog#v0re#vore talk#comfort vore#protective pred
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i rlly hope it gets easier soon bc i am fucking losing my mind
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Fall From Grace, Weary Slayer (Cultist Skin AU)
This is a little, vore-y retelling of A Desperate, Defenseless Creature but the Slayer is a minigiant and he looks the way he does with the Cultist Skin in game.
The Divinity Machine had some unintended consequences on the Doom Slayer. Turning him into a beast 30 feet tall and giving him the appearance of a demon, he had to prove that he is still good to himself and to the human that he brings to the Fortress for safe keeping.
[Ao3 Link, Ao3 members only, sorry]
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Part 1: Belly of the Beast
Contains: Fearplay, soft and safe vore, heavy mentions of digestion, strong language.
Wordcount: 1.4K
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Warren was holed up on the fourth floor of the office building during the apocalypse, knowing this place was more than likely going to be the place where he would die.
The stairs collapsed days ago. The elevator was currently in a heap at the bottom of the shaft. His only exit was the fire escape, but it wouldn’t be a guarantee. At least one of the ladders between him and the ground outside was destroyed. Demons could fly and jump much higher than he could. And if there were demons waiting for him at the bottom of the ladder, then he was toast.
He counted and re-counted his rations once more.
Enough calories for two days. Maybe three days if he spent most of those days asleep or not moving much. Half a bottle of water that he had been taking sips out of solely for the mental boost.
He applied more chapstick half heartedly. Everybody on this floor seemed to have chapstick, but nothing to drink at their desks. All the desks were piled against all the windows but the one that led to the fire escape. All the chairs had been arranged in a way that Warren could comfortably sleep on them or were also barricading something.
Just as he was considering taking another small sip from the water bottle so his tongue no longer stuck to the roof of his mouth, the entire building trembled.
Warren sat up. He lunged for his glasses and jammed them on. He listened to the silence again before there was the unmistakable crumbling of brick from the lower levels.
Either the building was going to give way under its own damage, or something was crashing through walls downstairs.
Without hesitation, Warren threw everything into his backpack and clipped it on. He struggled to open the window to the fire escape and crouched in anticipation by the windowsill.
There was nothing for a couple moments, and then the floor started to crumble underneath his feet.
Warren scrambled onto the fire escape, landing heavily on one shoulder, and he had to adjust his glasses to look down through the grates. Demons were swarming around the place.
Shit.
He carefully got to his feet and started to climb down, making as little noise as possible to not alert the demons to his presence. At the moment, his only chances of getting to some more cover was making it down undetected and then somehow outrunning a horde of demons to another building they hadn’t already destroyed.
As Warren passed a window on the second floor, he saw the head of some high-ranking demon through the window. It had smashed up the floors, and as far as Warren could tell, its feet were on the ground as it picked through piles of furniture.
It looked at the window, and Warren’s heart froze. It had to see him. It couldn’t not have seen him. And it started moving closer, causing the whole building to tremble.
Warren quickly prayed for his glasses and all but jumped off the fire escape. Luckily, he had managed to roll instead of just splatter against the pavement. And his glasses by some miracle only picked up a crack instead of completely shattering.
Just in time, too.
The entire wall of the building, right beside the fire escape, crumbled. The high-ranking demon stepped into the light to strike terror into Warren’s heart. Dull green armor covered most of its body, standing at least thirty feet in height. A wicked looking blade extended from the left gauntlet. Enormous horns twisted up out of its head. The bottom half of the helmet was missing, showing slightly yellowed fangs filling its mouth.
Warren ran for his life.
The monster gave chase. Warren could feel its heavy boots slamming into the ground.
His luck ran out. Warren rounded a corner, hoping to shake the monster chasing him, and ran straight into a small hoard of zombies. The only reason he didn’t end up hitting them was because his sneakers lost purchase on the hell growth covered ground and he slipped on his ass.
They came right towards him, arms extended, moaning. Warren tried to scramble back, but the monster blocked his exit.
Cornered.
Warren couldn’t even get to his own feet before the enormous demon grabbed him, hoisting him off the ground by his backpack. The zombies tried to approach, to fight for their meal, and the enormous demon kicked one into others before walking off with Warren held tightly.
“Let me go!” Warren squirmed, trying to get the buckles that held him in the backpack undone.
The demon brought Warren up to be level with its face. It looked him over for a moment, Warren unable to see its eyes underneath its visor, and then flipped Warren upside down. His glasses that had clung tightly to his face fell off, plummeting to the ground. His legs were tightly held in its enormous hand, and the demon began to pull at the backpack.
With a solid tug, the backpack fell off, the buckle hitting Warren in the face as it slipped past and the straps wrenched his arms.
The blurry ground dwindled away from under Warren’s view, and was replaced with the dark blob that had to be the gaping maw of the demon.
“No!” Warren’s brain went into blind panic. He tried to brace his hands against the demon’s face, the sharp teeth now clear since it was within arms reach, but he had no chance of making a difference. It just opened its mouth wider and Warren was forced, head first, into its maw.
He couldn’t scream. His face was pressed into a hot, slimy tongue that funneled him back easily. His arms were pinned to his sides, and sharp teeth pulled at his clothes. A whine left his throat when a sliver of light flashed into view and was gone just as quickly.
The last light Warren would ever see.
The pressure tightened around his waist and then a deep swallow pulled Warren down.
Slime covered his face. Hot flesh squeezed his body. A deep, thumping heartbeat added an extra layer of fear to Warren’s already buzzing mind. Heartbeat. The demon’s heartbeat. Pounding in his ears. Killing him.
Another swallow pulled Warren even deeper. He could no longer wiggle his feet in protest.
An eternity of hot, squeezing flesh later, Warren bumped against a tight ring of muscle. It stretched over his head, and when he was freed, Warren took a coughing breath.
It stank. The air stank like acid and death.
His arms were freed as he fell against the stomach walls. His hands sank into wet flesh and he couldn’t move his legs and he could feel this thick slime clinging to his hair and the air reeked of death and he was going to die here. He was going to die. He was swallowed whole by a demon and he was going to die. It was going to be slow and painful and he was going to die here and be digested and nobody would ever know that this happened to him.
His legs were freed from the monster’s throat. Warren scrambled to be sitting upright, forced to move against the monster’s guts.
Sitting upright, Warren took a few breaths. He couldn’t see his shaking hands in front of his face. It was so dark. Even if his glasses were still with him, there was no chance of him seeing anything worthwhile.
He was going to die here.
Every limb felt like it was made of lead. He couldn’t move. The booming heart over his head kept him pinned.
The demon sighed, and Warren felt the stomach shift with its breathing.
It started moving. Walking. Warren felt him sway and move with its movements. Thudding footsteps.
A gurgling noise sounded, making Warren flinch. The demon paused, and then a belch had the stomach tighten around Warren. He was squished between the walls for a moment before they relaxed.
Warren tried to wipe the thick slime from his face, only to smear it around since his hands were also covered in it.
His breath hitched and Warren pressed his face into his slime covered jeans. He was going to die here. A snack for a demon. All that was left of him was a couple letters in his backpack. Some drawings. And that was if this monster didn’t throw his backpack into a lava river or crush it.
His eyes burned, but no tears flowed. His chest heaved with sobs. He couldn’t even form last words. How pathetic.
#doom vore#g/t vore#safe vore#soft safe vore#pred!doomguy#I’m so glad I found doom vore#screaming#thank you for writing this
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Goopy lil guys :3
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So I just saw a post by a random personal blog that said “don’t follow me if we never even had a conversation before” and?????? Not to be rude but literally what the fuck??????????
I’ve had people (non-pornbots) try to strike conversation out of nowhere in my DMs recently, and now I’m wondering if they were doing that because they wanted to follow me and thought they needed to interact first. I feel compelled to say, just in case, that it’s totally okay to follow this blog (or my side blog, for that matter) even if we’ve never talked before.
Also, I’m legit confused. Is this how follow culture works right now? It was worded like it’s common sense but is that really a thing?
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I think more stuff should be written for observers
Because sometimes I don’t want to be pred but I still was to show my friends care and make them feel loved, even if I’m not the one to nom them.
Besides I’m not much of a prey so it would be a way I can show pred friends I love them.
#extreme cuddling#safe vore#soft vore#sfw vore#vore blog#v0re#vore talk#comfort vore#protective pred#non fatal vore#vore stuff#nonsexual vore
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Yesterday marked the 100th day of genocide. Please, do not get used to this. Our people, killed, bombed, kidnapped, stripped, executed and starved is not normal. Our kids in pieces, their body parts collected in bags is not normal.
Israel has killed 23,700 human. More than 10,300 child. We'd need 177 school bus to carry the Palestinian children killed by Israel in gaza. 10,022 fatherless child. 8,352 motherless child. The wounded have their wounds rot and die waiting in front of the crossing. Maggots seen inside alive people's wounds. 5,500 pregnant woman will give birth in the upcoming weeks. 100 Days of Genocide. 100 Days of the world watching silently.
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Hi real quick does anyone have the cat gif that goes like this
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