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pampulonad · 6 months

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ok but i love prey that is so eager to be eaten up by their pred like.,, they’re so horny they NEED to be digested down into fucking slop RIGHT NOW or ELSE

#pollen chats #v ore #digestion mention #digestion cw #v0re #willing vore

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lynxgriffin · 3 months

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Eldritchrune - Parasite Nightmare

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Story Setup Eldritchrune Masterpost

Kris tries to stay on task, but they've clearly got some traumas and worries about their situation weighing on their mind. Still, they at least eventually find what they're looking for!

Still working away on the final part for this too...gotta finish in time, aaaaah!

#lynx art #eldritchrune #deltarune au #cw: digestion #cw: drowning imagery #kris dreemurr #toriel #although it should be noted this isn't an accurate representation of how Toriel feels #just Kris's anxieties in nightmare form #also the parasite is a particular Deltarune NPC (actually two)#guess who!#they're a very minor one tho

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puppetmaster13u · 3 months

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Prompt 223

Clockwork is Chronos and Kronos. He is time, sometimes split into many aspects but one all the same. Normally it’s not an issue, as at the end of any of the aspects they simply return to him, as the main body. It’s almost like a hivemind, though not quite that either. Honestly he’s not been able to explain it to anyone else, as it’s such an entwined thing with his being.

Once again, normally there is no issue with it. However, instincts can bleed over, which apparently er, happened at some point. He’ll have to apologize to his aspect’s children for the misunderstanding when he gets the chance.

He might have forgotten while dealing with other things, meaning he never explained it to that timeline’s children. Oh well, he’s sure nothing will come from it- he’s quite busy caring for his little ghostling who is turning out to be just like him, albeit with Space instead of Time, after all…

#DCxDP #DPxDC #Prompts #Realms beings carry ghostlings next to their cores or crocodile-style depending on how small the bbys are #This causes misunderstandings when Cronus eats his children #Look were they digested? No. Did they come out adults like they were gestating?#You can connect the dots for the prompt lol #Yes Danny takes naps next to Clockwork’s pendulum (it’s comforting similar to a heartbeat)#Space Core Danny #Eventually he’ll have a not hive-mind too but he’s just a baby Ancient for now #Someone is going to freak out if CW or Danny gets summoned to the DC world #Though this could be Percy Jackson crossover if wanted too #DpxPjo #DPxPJOxDC

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anchored-eats · 3 months

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My hungry fella. He doesn't have a name yet but he's a big gluttony demon with an even bigger appetite! It's not uncommon to see him digesting a big meal on the job. Don't be fooled, though! Hes always hungry for seconds...

#v0re #tw vore #cw vore #soft vore #digestion #belly movement #squirming prey #male pred

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teal-fiend · 23 days

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an observer who has perfected the craft of pushing people into predator mode.

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You were hanging out with this guy all day. You hadn't known each other for that long, a few months. and you still didn't know; were you just going to be friends? Or was it going to be romantic? You didn't mind either way, really. Although you would have liked clarification. But he seemed genuinely interested in you; you had shared interests, and it was just easy being with him - not in a bad way. it was just effortless in a way that was refreshing.

You spent the day out and about; walking around, you got lunch together earlier, but a few hours passed and now you were going back to his house

you expected a kiss, but instead he puts a hand on your stomach. Strange, but not entirely unwanted.

"Are you hungry?" he asked

"Um, yeah, I suppose."

You were starting to get hungry; it was time for afternoon tea, or an early dinner.

"Do you mind?" He asked softly. You muttered a no, you didn't mind. He petted your stomach gently, scoping it out, it seemed like. You felt him gently poke at your soft middle, moving briefly to feel either side of your hips, before returning to the belly area.

You looked to his face and he was concentrated, almost with a medical focus. You felt your face flush with the precise attention you were getting. But you also wanted to ask him what the hell he was up to.

Soon he looked up at you, your eyes met, his expression was neutral, like this was a normal thing for him. He asked you if you wanted a belly rub. You though that was what he just did. But you had no reason to refuse, and now you were curious - you wanted to see where this was going. So you agreed.

He led you over to a kind of couch-chair, that he encouraged you to seat yourself in. He guided you to lie back, making sure you were comfortable. Then he went back to what he was doing, pressing lightly on your stomach.

He worked in on your belly, kneading down on it with some force, but not a painful amount. When he got lower down, on your intestines, you felt some pressure.

"This is your lunch," he pointed out, poking at a firm spot under your skin. It was, you remembered the time the two of your spent at the cafe earlier. You didn't think that he'd be massaging your stomach later

you blushed, unsure of his motivations still. He began working on that spot, and you did feel some release of pressure, accompanied by a gurgle as the food moved down your digestive tract.

"What are you doing?" You asked, on the verge of mild annoyance from his lack of an explanation.

"I'm making room," he said simply.

...

You could piece things together. He probably had figured out that you were a pred. And he probably wanted to feed you. prey.

But how did he know? Was it really that obvious? You felt your face heat with embarrassment. How many people knew just by seeing you? How many people knew but never brought it up out of courtesy?

Anyway, You should have probably told him that you don't really eat prey. Not that often anyway; you definitely weren't hungry enough right now.

"Do you mind if I...?" He touched the corner of my mouth. You told him again, no, go ahead. He parted your lips carefully with his fingers, with the confidence and expertise of a dentist, he inspected your teeth. He pressed down on their points; you heard him hum, as if in confirmation. A practiced eye could tell a predator by the teeth. The canines tended to be longer, yours weren't, but your other teeth were of a certain thickness and sharpness that was indicative of a predator; your molars had a pointedness, similar to a dog's. Supposedly, this would help in holding down on prey as it was eaten.

You felt his fingers graze overtop of them, and you salivated at the taste. When he removed his hands, you closed your mouth and swallowed.

"Look," you said, "I'm not all that hungry. Well, not that kind of hungry"

"Your body is ready for prey" He explained, "You haven't eaten in a couple weeks at least."

"I just had lunch a few hours ago."

"I mean, you haven't eaten prey. I've been with you almost every day this year, and although you might be able to hide it well, I know it's been a while."

You can still taste his flesh on your teeth, you lick your teeth and swallow again.

"Sorry," he said, sounding genuine, "you're probably going to feel pretty hungry in a minute. but if you don't want prey, I have regular food in my fridge - or I can uber something if you want-"

"Why would I be hungry?" You did feel a little hungry now. But not... not that hungry...

"I mean," He started sheepishly, "the belly rub; your stomach is awake now, and your small intestine is empty too."

"Okay-"

"- and the hands in your mouth thing; you've had a taste of prey now, so your body's going to start preparing to consume that."

hmm.

"And talking about eating - specifically talking about eating prey, it can kind of help with releasing those predator hormones that come out before you consume prey."

He continues, "not to mention, we were walking around the park all day, that amount of exercise will also, um, stimulate appetite."

"You've got this down to a science," you say.

He smiles, but tries to hide it, "yeah, sorry. Yeah, I guess I do. But it's not like that-"

"You said you have food?"

He shows you to the kitchen

You go into his fridge, and take out a stick of celery. you crunch on it aggressively, like you're biting apart someone's arm. It falls into your stomach sadly, and you feel an angry clench in your middle. It doesn't want that kind of food anymore.

You feel a little light-headed, a little dizzy, your gaze snaps back to this guy. He caused this, it's his fault.

he looks a little scared as you glare at him. Good. You feel a swell of pride or righteous justice, but then you feel sad. You like him, you don't want to scare him. You don't want to mess this up. but he's the one that messed it up

"What made you so sure that I wouldn't eat you?" You ask

He opens his mouth, but seems lost for words. He whispers "please don't...?"

There's a reason you don't often engage with your predatory side; it's very hard for you to control.

He didn't know that, but should this be a mistake that costs his life? Your stomach is growling now, you put a hand over it, to silence it or comfort it.

"Do you have prey?" You ask through gritted teeth, "Besides yourself?"

"Yes! Yes," He says, "I'll be right back." He rushes off, almost quick enough for you to want to chase after him. But you stay where you are, your hand now gripping the countertop because it's the only thing keeping you in place

three people enter the room, it's him and someone you know to be his friend. The third person you do not know

your predator brain immediately feels excitement. three entire prey! all for you to eat up. You could run to the front door and lock it, then you could chase down each one of them - it would be so much food.

You remind yourself that you aren't even capable of eating that much. You try to be more present in the moment, you realise that someone had asked you something, but you weren't paying attention.

One of the prey speaks, "Never mind, I'll see you later," they say to each other. Then one prey walks out of the front door. You feel disappointed - you should have locked it. Now there are only two of them. Still, you've never eaten two at once.

One of them approaches you. you feel adrenaline building as they get closer - it's not even running away.

But no, no, this is not the one you're supposed to eat. "Are you alright?" He asks.

You can't even begin to broach the question. "I'm hungry," you respond, which is true. More true than the words can express.

He nods. With more confidence than he should have, he takes your arm, and guides you into the living room.

Soon, the prey's hands are in your mouth. You're gulping them down ravenously, animalistically. You haven't consumed prey in a long while; it's good to be back.

"good, eat, eat up" he says gently

As you swallow, you feel a relief from the mania of hunger. Your anger dissipates too, somewhat.

Him encouraging you feels good; in the past, people have ran away in fear. But he stays by you, even helping push the prey down your throat when you get stuck.

It's a lot, eating prey. it's a big mission. You feel your unaccustomed stomach stretch many times past it's usual capacity, it's shocking to your mind, but it happens. You feel your whole being sigh and melt as the prey sinks into your tummy. Your observer isn't quick enough to help you as you fall to the ground, unused to the new weight

He kneels beside you, saying some kind of affirmation

Do you still want to eat him? You feel the exploding fullness of your stomach. You have to breathe shallowly, because the prey is squashed against your lungs. No, this is quite enough.

He helps you up onto the couch chair that you were seated on before all this started. Now the lunch you had earlier has been completely pushed aside by this new, finer meal.

Each breath you take is difficult. Inhaling causes your stomach to just feel even tighter. You give yourself a moment to try to adjust. You will, eventually.

He's watching you lying there, apprehension still fidgeting in his eyebrows. You reach out for his hand, and you put it on top of your stomach. He smooths his hand over your skin and you can't help but wheeze.

A belly massage feels much different now. Every bit of pressure causes electricity that courses through the entire shape of your stomach, and that flows into your whole body, flushing into your limbs, and sedating you.

It's relaxing, he knows what he's doing, you can tell, with the way he dances with the contours of your abdomen. You hear him sigh with relief as you relax, as he says, "there's a good pred, just relax and digest now."

Right, you forgot. You blink your eyes open and place your hands on each side of your middle. You do have a unique ability, which is that your stomach is happy to hold the prey inside it without digesting, for a few hours at least, until it gets restless, then it will start on it's own unless you specifically resist. It's kind of lucky for you, because although you aren't great at stopping yourself from consuming prey once you get it into your head that you should, you do at least have a window of opportunity where you can reverse the decision, which is not something everyone can say for themselves.

But anyway, since you want to get this prey digested sooner rather than later, you think you should get started now. You watch the gentle movements of the prey inside your stomach. You stroke back and forth gently, and then you sigh and give your stomach permission.

Nothing happens. You frown. You look up at the observer. He doesn't seem to be aware of the situation. He notices you looking at him and tilts his head.

"My stomach doesn't want to digest," you explain

"Oh! interesting," he says. "I guess you don't have to?"

"No," you say, "I want to."

He gives you a confused look. You sigh.

"I don't know, it's being stubborn. It might take a while."

"So your stomach can like, purposefully delay digesting?"

"Yeah, I mean, look, the prey isn't really moving around at all; if I was digesting them, there'd be a lot more wriggling - you know."

"yeah, you're right." he says inquisitively, "I've never heard of this happening before."

"It's fine, it'll happen eventually."

"Alright, you can just relax then, no need to digest," he pats your stomach supportively.

He goes back to massaging your stomach, which does feel good. Your eyelids become heavy, and you yawn. He asks you if you want to go to bed; he has a spare bedroom now, you can sleep in a proper bed if you need. No, you assure him, it's alright for now. You do ask him to dim the lights though, which he does.

He presses into your belly again, kneading into the solid form inside in a uniquely pleasing manner. You can't help but grin slightly. Your predator brain is chuffed. a good belly rub is something it enjoys very much. It likes to be fed, and it likes to be attended to. You scrunch your toes. You feel warm and fuzzy. He's treating you very well.

You put your attention on the specific place where his hand glides over your skin, you follow the movements and patterns, it's like listening to music. you feel his hand on your skin, the warmth, you feel the prey pressed against the taut walls of your stomach. you think about how he is in a way, really rubbing against the prey, and your skin is just the thing between. But the idea of him rubbing on the prey, to help encourage the stomach to digest - he's rubbing against the prey to help break it down, really. He's trying to get you to digest it. He's probably using techniques that he knows will be the most effective for digestion.

For some reason, this thought is what convinces your stomach. A glowing feeling of heat starts under your skin. You groan softly. You melt deeper into the chair. A few moments later and your prey starts to get agitated. you smile as you imagine your stomach acids being released with each desperate kick against the walls of your tummy. It's ironic really. You feel a funny tickle inside, and a bit pressure that turns into a careless belch.

You had a long road ahead of you, though, suddenly you were exhausted by the task ahead.

"Oh, good for you," your observer notes, "you've started digesting haven't you?"

You grunt an mhmm.

"I think I'll get you into bed if you don't mind, to get you more comfortable."

That sounds good now, so you agree. Carefully, he guides you to your feet. You lean on him heavily, but he does alright. You feel your belly sag against your legs, and it swags gently as you walk, gurgling as the liquids are now swished around. You get to the bed, and lie down like it's the first time you've ever known the comfort of a mattress.

The observer helps put the blankets over you. "I think you could use a nap," he noticed, "but I'll be here when you wake up."

He brings you a glass of water, and turns the lights off, leaving you with your prey, which you curl up around deviously, eager to break them down for nutrients.

A part of you wants to think about the implications of this situation, and what your relationship with the observer has now become. But your predator brain hushes you and urges you into sleep. Your stomach needs it's moment to digest. You'll deal with the rest later

#long ass story?? for my standards #tw vore #digestion #v/ore #implied digestion #vore fic #fatal vore #vore digestion #soft vore #vore writing #v.ore #hunger #hunger kink #cw hunger #tw hunger #pred pov #voreblr

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wholegrainvore · 2 months

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prey squirming violently in agony and pred patting and kneading their happy tummy :3

#painful digestion cw #vore tw #i bet squirms feel so good

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iguessyouregonnamissthepantyraid · 4 months

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having a really old dog is just repeating the mantra to yourself "i am grateful for the time i've been given and when it comes time to let him go i will do so gracefully. i am grateful for the time i've been given and when it comes time to let wait why are you not pooping normally WHAT IS GOING ON WHY WON'T YOU POOP ARE YOU DYING" and then calling the vet in a panic, being told actually he's fine but give the probiotic some time to do its thing and then let us know if anything changes, and then you take a deep breath and go "cool. yeah. obviously he's fine. anyway. i am grateful for the time i've been given and

#listen i got this dog when he was already 7 years old and i was 22 #never in a million years did i think he'd still be here EIGHT YEARS LATER when i'm THIRTY #tbh after all the shit i've given him for pooping inside he WOULD go out because of some constipation #like ''fine you don't want me to poop inside? i guess i'll never poop again''#which is why i was so worried because this just felt like something that would happen #but the vet literally didn't bat an eye when i called lmao #she was just like ''oh yeah that sounds totally normal''#so this geriatric menace gets to live on #me #dog death cw #not really but talking about like. the inevitability of it #HONESTLY i'm glad i've had so many scares because it's almost like it's bracing me for the real event #not to be. excessively morbid or anything #ANYWAY #DOG IS FINE HE'S JUST HAVING HIS DIGESTIVE SYSTEM RESET

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pampulonad · 6 months

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If only I could see you right now~

I wish I could see how your body is struggling to hold itself together, see how my acids are breaking you down and subjecting you to the most divine pleasure you’ll ever experience~

I wish I could see your adorable face as it gasps for air inside my tight, suffocating, warm stomach~ I would do anything to see your eyes roll up when my hand squeezes my tummy in the right place~

I can’t resist playing with you even when you’ve completely surrendered to me~ I love to tease, you know this~ I wish I could see you slosh around inside of me~

You’re mine. And I’ll make sure you remember it every time my stomach makes a mess of you ♡

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#pollen chats #rosebush rambles #v0re #digestion mention #digestion #digestion cw #willing vore #willing pred #willing prey #v ore #fatal vore #reformation #reformation vore

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lesbianoms · 7 months

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NSFW - DARKER THAN USUAL // ORAL SEX MENTION

I want to be sedated before I’m devoured.

I want a female pred to take me home, drug me, and sit me in bed with her as she feels me up, caressing my exposed skin. I want to watch her dip between my thighs and eat me out, as I murmur to myself in high bliss, feeling the pleasure increase while she warms up her tongue.

I want to fall asleep in her arms, my mind hazy and weak, as she plants kisses to my neck and calls me cute… telling me that she could just eat me right up…

I want to wake up confused, not knowing where I am, until I look down and see that she’s swallowed me up to my hips. The warm, straining pull of her esophagus pulses around my legs, which are already tucked away inside of her tight, slimy belly.

I want to struggle without really thinking, not completely aware of what’s happening to me. She flicks her tongue across my crotch and I whine as my mind tries to comprehend the situation. But another firm swallow puts me in my place.

I lie still like a good meal as my hips are pulled down into her body; soon she’s up to my torso, my chest, my neck… and before I know it, I’m completely tucked inside of her stomach, feeling the liquids wash lazily over me. My naked body is coated in slime. I’m dazed and confused, and I groggily kick out across the slick bedding of my new home.

Meanwhile my devourer pats her belly, chuckling at my sluggish movements inside of her. She licks her lips and walks downstairs, her gut wobbling as she descends the steps, disorienting me even further.

I can’t think straight with all the heat around me, all the juices sloshing over. The drug is still prominent in my system. I moan as the slick walls tighten around me, but instead of trying to push them away, I rub up against my pred’s soft stomach like an affectionate kitten.

On the outside she just barely feels my weak movements. She hiccups, looking down at her gut and running her fingers over my form. She coos to me, teases me… tells me how much I’ll enjoy gurgling through her intestines, ending up as padding on her hips…

My pred makes herself some soup and slurps it down hungrily, adding more warmth to her core, bathing me in overstimulation. I squirm in bliss as her stomach growls possessively and churns around me…

By the end of the night I’m packed so tight in her belly, entirely out of it… I’ve come so many times and what’s left of my consciousness has completely submitted to her guts. I can hear my devourer moaning in pleasure, burping softly.

Maybe she feels better about it this way, knowing that as I digest, I can’t feel anything but numbing pleasure. The drug makes me experience absolute heaven down in that belly, and come morning, I’m no more distinguishable from the soup in her stomach… *gurgle* <3

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thechrispyboi · 2 months

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Here’s an idea

Cw: digestion mentioned but not carried out or implied, cruel pred (that will learn their lesson)

A pred that is normally cruel and mean towards tinies, so one of them that’s quite a bit different decides to teach them a lesson

First they had to be eaten, which wasn’t very tough to do, all they had to do was get the preds attention, soon after a bit of teasing they wound up in the preds stomach.

The second part was that actually they weren’t a tiny, they had shrunken themselves down… which should wear off right about… now.

“Ah! What in the…” the pred immediately exclaims, this was by far the biggest meal that they’ve ever had… and I mean it… their stomach groaned at the new meal it found itself containing.

The prey begins to tease them… “aww what’s wrong? Not picked on someone your own size before?”

The pred can’t really respond, firstly they’re still trying to cope with such a meal, and secondly… “what are you gonna do about it, eat me again?” The prey teases

And now all the other tinies have realised… the pred is far too full to eat anything else… or anyone else. They’ve gulped down far more than their stomach could handle, so they’re free to tease their tormentor too

“Oh and if you’re going to try something, don’t bother trying to digest me. I’m immune to acid.” The prey says with a more genuine tone.

Then the realisation truly sets in for the pred, they can’t get their prey out at this size, they’ll have to lug around such a large belly forever… or do things the easier way… and become a much better pred for the tinies, a little bit of generosity and compassion can go a long way.

#soft vore #safe Vore? i don’t know about that one…#willing prey #cw mentioning digestion #cw cruel pred

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anchored-eats · 3 months

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I tried painting Terra with some prey in his belly. Super fun experiment, might try it out some more.

#cw vore #tw vore #belly movement #v0re #full belly #squirming prey #unwilling prey #vore art #digestion #digesting prey #male pred #v.ore

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bichambered-reservoir · 2 months

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graphic gore, digestive/fatal nsx v,ore below the cut!!!

Your body mass is our body mass 💖

as much as i love this kinda stuff, this is EXHAUSTING i have to pull out like 10 organ diagrams for this

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teal-fiend · 14 days

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there's a pred imprisoned, in solitary confinement permanently because of the danger they've caused to society.

after a long career of evading authorities, and eating very well, the pred had made a mistake, and ended up caught.

unfortunately, they are valuable due to the information that they have (either through their knowledge in their field, or because of a criminal situation they were involved with).

the pred is however, still social and charismatic, even after they've been found out. They will always make conversation with the guards, who were hostile at first, but after a year or two, they get used to him, and start to enjoy talking to the pred. However, both parties know what would happen if the glass between them were ever to disappear. If the pred jokes about them letting him out, the guards will assure them that there's no way in hell that will ever happen.

they are interviewed by a prey who isn't smart like the guards are, in that they have come to fully believe that the pred isn't really that bad of a person. It's in their nature to eat prey anyway, can you really blame them? and they're so nice! And smart - they aren't a criminal.

The interviewer has never seen what the pred has done. They have never seen the pred eat, they've never seen the pred with a full stomach - in fact, for the months that the prey has known him, the pred has not been able to consume prey. He probably hasn't for as long as he's been in prison. poor thing.

because despite being friendly and gentle, the pred doesn't look good, they look starved. They hold their body stiffly and on some rare occasions their happy veneer drops and there is a desperate look in their eye.

the guards worry about the prey who has so obviously fallen for the pred's cover. Despite knowing the fact about who they are, the prey doesn't absorb the fact that the pred is a sadist and a monster. And if they weren't locked in a cage, the pred would definitely have the prey in their stomach by now.

#v.ore #soft vore #v/ore #fatal vore #tw vore #implied digestion #vore fic #digestion #vore digestion #vore writing #he/they pred because some times it sounded better with them being either or #cw hunger #hunger #hunger kink #tw hunger #tw violence

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pineappleparfaitie · 2 months

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💗💔 for the ask game thingy

fav vore trope (s) (couldnt pick a singular one)

Eldritch horror pred × sweet bean prey (its so cute); after that its probably "Prey gets hurt and is in the preds care until they are better and they get comfy with noms as the pred takes care of them"...and lastly....ANYTHING THATS A BLEND OF ANGST AND FLUFF LIKE I LIVE FOR THAT-

..as for least fav(s)...aha...

Warning for digestion;fatal;yada yada yk the drill..

I DESPISE THE FUCKING "Pred eats their friend who trusts them /trusted them only for the pred to have them digest alowly and draw out their fate LIKE GOD,GOD I HATE IT SO MUCH...LIKE UGHHH.

Oh and anything with kids.I dont care if its sfw ive seen so much awful vore crap with KIDS like NO JUST UGHH

AND MF. ANYTHING that has to do with a never happy prey...like the prey never gets a smidge bit of comfort..not even as a tease...like AH-

...And lastly but not least...(certainly least actually)

Just....like again with digestion...i dont like it being painful...And i hate it when the pred doesnt even care abt it like no guilt like come on...

....

Thanks for coming to my TEDTalk and thank u fir the ask :]

#sfw vore #soft vore #extreme cuddling #e a/t #swwh #nonsexual vore #pine asks #digestion #cw: gore #??

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