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Fantasizing about going out on a date with an older woman who seems pure and vanilla on the surface. We end up talking about personal stuff and somehow end up on the subject of kinks.
After a while I reluctantly reveal to her that I’m into vore, and after telling her what it is her eyes widen in surprise and she just says, “oh.”
We say goodbye to each other and I go home, agonizing over the date and her mannerisms and overthinking literally everything like the gay little disaster I am.
And then I get a text. From her. And it’s a video.
I open it up and she’s standing in her bedroom, grinning warmly. She explains, “I thought about what you told me, and I wanted to do something special for you.”
She picks up a container and there’s a tiny inside, a man, who looks 0% frightened and 110% pissed off. My jaw probably drops at this point.
“Don’t ask how, but I managed to get my ex-husband shrunk down to a more… bite-sized helping.”
He looks about 4-6 inches tall, like he fits perfectly on her palm. She picks him up by the collar of his shirt, licking her lips. Her ex starts thrashing and shouting at her to let him go, put him down, how she’s a psycho and he’s glad he divorced her, etc.
She completely ignores his protests and his shouts of anger and just smiles into the camera.
“This one’s for you, sweetie~”
She lowers him towards her mouth.
“You crazy bitch! Let me go! I swear to God I’ll-”
Slurp. Her lips close around him before he can finish. I hear a loud gulp on camera and she tilts her head up as she slowly, seductively traces his shape down her throat.
Then she lifts up her shirt revealing her bare tummy. She hums softly, posing with her arms above her head, and the video is in such high quality that I’m able to see the exact moment he lands in her stomach.
She lets out a small burp, chuckling as she pats her belly. Pulling the camera close, she says in a milky purr, “Wanna listen?”
Immediately she presses her phone up to the center of her belly, and I hear the loud roar of her stomach fill my headphones. Between all the glorps and gurgles of her sexy stomach, I can hear the muffled sounds of her ex-husband’s voice. He’s cursing her, screaming at her and demanding to be let out.
“Bet you wish that was you, huh?” she asks. Her mature voice goes even lower as she teases me.
The video focuses on the close-up of her belly for a few minutes. She’s moving it every now and then so that it slowly sloshes up and down, like a belly dancer. I can hear the digestive groans of her ex inside, being felt up and squeezed by her walls. The sounds both relax me and turn me on, and being able to watch him squirm inside of her is really something else ❤️
“Come with me.”
She takes the camera with her as she walks down to the kitchen, where she opens up the fridge and takes out a bottle of wine. She places the camera on the kitchen counter, angling it so that the view is just under her belly.
I can see the writhing form of her prey as he gets churned around by her stomach walls. She uncorks the wine, pours herself a glass, lifts it up towards the camera in a toast.
“Cheers,” she says slyly, and she begins downing the glass.
I can hear the wine filling her up and entering her tummy, sloshing around inside as the wiggling lump of her ex-husband cries out. He disappears from view for a second until she pushes out her stomach, and I hear the bubbling of brewing wine mixed with the occasional groans of a liquid-filled gut. I can only imagine him sloshing around in there with the wine…
“Oh, I’m gonna feel that in the morning-”*uurrp!!*
She walks back to the bedroom, pressing the phone to her belly so that I can hear each slosh of its contents as she ascends the staircase.
“You know, I can feel that bastard struggling in there... I think he's trying to give me indigestion. Like he hasn’t already given me enough bellyaching when we were married! ... I'm sure you'd be much better behaved~"
Hearing back into the bedroom, she lays on the bed. She points the phone down at her tummy and pats it. The noises from inside are clear as day on the video.
About a minute or so of rubbing her active belly, she pulls down her jeans and tugs on the band of her underwear so that more of her lower belly is visible.
“Wanna see something cool?” she asks.
She puts the camera down with her other hand and feels around for her ex-husband, pressing down on a slightly bulging spot on her tummy.
“There he is,” she mumbles.
Then, she takes the front of her fingers and massages deep into her belly, kneading, pressing into her gut with an audible glorp.
I watch as she pushes the shape along her skin, towards her pelvis, and with a rush I realize what she’s doing. A particularly loud gurgle sounds out from her middle as she guides him down into her lower belly. I hear his muffled moaning as he shifts through her.
“Oohhh, I think he’s in my intestines now~” she says seductively.
I can see the wiggling form below her belly button, and I imagine what it must be like for him in there. So tight, and hot, and wet, and slippery… I wonder how much he’s filling out her bowels as he moves around inside…
She hums in delight and traces circles around him. His struggles pick up the pace as he seemingly tries to fight his way out of his ex-wife’s body. She squirms in pleasure, twirling the elastic band of her underwear and rubbing her lower belly with her other.
Eventually her body tires him out, and when his movements begin to slow, she pulls the elastic out and snaps it back so that it covers the bulge he makes completely. Covered by both flesh and cloth now, her belly bulge of an ex-husband whimpers faintly. His fate is sealed; her stomach gives a satisfied grumble.
Lifting the camera, she says, “Did you enjoy your surprise, honey? Ah, I hope you did. I can’t wait to see you again… and I’d love to feel you inside me. I’m still new to this whole thing, maybe you could give me some pointers. And I’m sure your cute little body would fill me riiight up~”
She looks down at her abdomen and frowns, huffs out a sigh, and finishes with, “Gotta go now, my hubby isn’t- *hic* quite agreeing with me…”
#v.ore#v0re#soft vore#g/t vore#fatal vore#male prey#female pred#giantess vore#cruel pred#digestion#tw digestion#unwilling prey#intestines#vore writing#vore story#vore internal#burps#implied fatal#vorny#vore kink#wlw kink#n/s/f/w#vore scenario#had this in my drafts for a while now~#looking back on this is is one of my darker scenarios but I do not condone real life murder of any kind#minors dni
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Aight so. Uhhhhhh smol 5’1” curled up snugly in like… 8’ soft dragon’s tummy… safe and warm… and the dragon just being so content and full…
Sorry this took forever!! I’m a busy bear and also literally had to color this and I’m the world’s slowest artist. SLEEPY DRAGON VORE GO!!
TW// Digestion + Reformation under cut!
The Tamer has a cool necklace that makes them respawn, so they’re just chilling! Win/Win!
( I may post some writing for this later but urfghggg,,, lazy)
#v0re blog#vore artist#v/ore#v0re#safe vore#soft vore#vore art#safe v/ore#sfw vore#dragon vore#tw digestion#internal shot
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flirting: Hi can I eat & digest you thus melting you into nothing but bones & chyme? 🥺👉👈
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prey: so you won’t digest me?
pred: go
prey: fabulous
pred: unless i reconsider.
prey: not fabulous
#vore meme#v.ore#tw vore#unwilling prey#tw digestion#pls scream at me if i’ve used the wrong tags i’m new to this
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The fact that
Prey can alter the physicality of a pred, in the way that it makes them tired, and makes them start digesting.
Sure, prey don’t have much control once they’ve been eaten, but the simple presence of being in the pred’s stomach can completely change the pred’s mood and how their body acts.
#vague and somewhat abstract concepts are gifted to you tonight#tw vore#digestion#fatal vore#v.ore#implied digestion#vore digestion#vore writing#soft vore#v/ore#implied fatal#cw control#vore tw#tw digestion
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Old Aleric: I am sorry but I haven't seen your brother but perhaps we can discuss over dinner- BURP...Pardon me must be something I ate
Dragons brother/ Alerics previous meal: HELP!!
This is a comic idea I have had for a while.Aleric is confronted by a dragon looking for his brother ,unaware his brother is currently in the larger dragons stomach .Aleric takes the opportunity to lay out the charm to seduce a future meal
@ariel-seagull-wings @themousefromfantasyland @goodanswerfoxmonster @theancientvaleofsoulmaking
#vore digestion#tw digestion#digestion#vore belly#internal view#stomach#dragon prey#dragon pred#tw vore#soft vore#vore art#male pred#male prey
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Unpopular concept I think but I’m not sure
Some sick part of me really loves the idea of literal serial killer preds. Eating people is not normal in this world. The police can’t figure out why there is no evidence to all these missing people cases.
The whole town would be terrified. The pred can revel in it as they digest another victim.
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Larry (Pokémon Scarlet and Violet) Lol (Fatal Edition)
@luci-voracious-blog Happy Birthday!
WARNING: GRAPHIC DIGESTION
Safe edition:
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You couldn’t exactly remember how, precisely, you had ended up in this situation, and yet, right now, that barely even mattered. Swaying precariously between the shining, slightly warm light fixtures hanging directly above the tables of unassuming customers down below, you, with a long drawn out sigh and a head shake, begin to meticulously scan along the vast and lively landscape beneath you, searching vehemently for an option of escape; ultimately coming upon the understanding that the total amount of options before you was just simply only one.
Gazing down directly onto the currently fresh, wafting, and steamy plate of Onigari rice upon the naturally relatively small table-for-one occupied by what appeared to be a well-groomed, serious, formal man wearing a suit, you couldn’t help but wonder if the aforementioned man was just barely cramming in this meal between two long-houred, exhausting business shifts. Regardless, you knew you still had to make it out of here, and so, into the cushioned ball of rice you would fall.
Taking a couple of seconds in order to properly angle your dive, (just to ensure you wouldn’t accidentally splat your form on and all across the wooden table), at last, you brace the fall. The air vigorously rushing by as you gracefully cut through its resistance via the form in your dive, you are thus able to make a successful, rice-enabled landing, and are now all but guaranteed to survive. Or, at least, that was your initial presumption, before your elevation once more, began to rise.
At first, as your instincts practically screeched at you to figure out what was going on, you viciously swiveled your minute, fragile form all around upon its tiny platform, in order to eventually grasp ahold onto the situation. As the natural result of all this, however, a glance into a giant eye was all but destined to shock your poor body into submission, as the angle from which you had observed the glaring body part continued to grow more and more acute. Perhaps more alarmingly, though, despite the sheer fact that you had just gazed directly down the pupil of the organ, which would normally ensure an interpersonal lock, this time, that just simply didn’t happen. Whether this man was so lost in his own thoughts to notice or utterly incapable of noticing due to intense bodily fatigue, or another third option, was anyone’s guess. However, whatever the cause may be, it still ended up having the exact same effect.
You began to yelp and plead desperately up to the unaware giant above. Alas, this seemed to do practically nothing to change the situation. Eventually, you had come so close towards the as-of-yet still closed maw of the man, that you were now all-of-a-sudden, forced to prepare yourself for the inevitable unveiling. Two seconds later, the dreaded unveiling came.
Stretching open and wide whilst simultaneously salivating excessively, several goopy tendrils of saliva became extended out between the length between the gums, as both you, as well as the rice you lay upon, were finally shoved into the gaping, heated chamber.
Being placed nicely onto the middle of the tongue, you begin to notice slight fluctuations happening upon the slick muscle beneath you, causing you to immediately leap off the ball of rice, so as to avoid becoming crushed beneath the shimmering force of the molars rising up in preparation for the first bite. Seemingly a millisecond later, a gentle shove from the tongue causes the ball to roll towards the awaiting teeth, before a booming, shuddering crash firmly echoes all around you, prompting the molars to rise up once again, in order to come down just as well.
Thus, you were forced to focus solely on attempting to keep your footing within the slippery, shifting maw as the rice was moved left, to right and back in order to spread the job of chewing across the entire array of white grinders. A few selective times, gravity snatched the upper hand, forcing you to subsequently make a bit of a squishy splat, landing face first upon the slimy muscle. However, you always managed to regain your footing, praying internally that as long as you made it through this, you would still have a chance to hop out once the majority of the rice had been swallowed. With this firm plan in mind, the up and down, left, right, and center swaying motions of the muscle became only slightly more tolerable, as you continued to hold out for what was coming.
Adhering to this exact plan, the moment the mushy, saliva-soaked paste that had once been the ball of rice became somewhat packed together by the constantly shifting tongue, your muscles firmly bunched in preparation. Managing to avoid the sliding motions that the rice was naturally adhering to by grasping desperately onto the tongue’s slickened tip, you are able to glance over your shoulder and watch as the rice was swiftly shoved into the upper esophageal sphincter, a deep gulping sound echoed throughout the pink, goopy chamber, before at last, the tongue returned into its normal resting position, and you were again able to stand.
You have a slight breath from your lungs. Yes, with both adaptability and quick thinning, you would be able to make your way out of pretty much anything. And now, with the ginormous, gaping jaws currently separating from each other once more, you were now finally able to escape the slippery chamber of this customer’s maw, and, soon enough, make your way out of the restaurant entirely.
Or, at least…that’s what you would have gone on to do, provided that merely a singular second later, you had, indeed spotted the glistening, transparent form of both some sort of water glass, as well as the contents within. Rather unfortunately for you, however, due to the aforementioned transparency, both items appeared to be almost entirely invisible to your being as you attempted to leap out the maw. It was this single, simple mistake, therefore, that would end up costing you victory.
The instant the flood hit your senses, you were once again forced into a paralyzing state of shock, in both a physical and mental sense of the phrase. Utterly unable to reboot yourself into action before the torrential flow had showed you all the way back towards the gullet, you are barely even able to be aware of your surroundings before a great, squishy gulp boisterously reverberated about your two ears.
Suddenly, you had found yourself being effortlessly squelched down and through a constricting tunnel. The powerful muscles around you squeezed in and then out upon your miniscule being. The natural slickness and warmth that had also been present in the maw appeared to be greatly amplified inside the thick walls of the throat. Your breathing began to grow erratic. At one point, you were rather exceedingly sure you had sensed your own heartbeat, having grown powerful enough to be sensed from outside your chest. However, you were eventually doomed to realize that this was absolutely not your heart you were listening to, but rather, the heart of the man who had swallowed you. Knowing as a result that this meant you were reaching your final destination, both your hope as well as your sanity almost immediately sank to your shoes. Finally sensing but minutely the deeply pitched grumbles and groans emulating from the chamber within, you proceeded to brace for the impact. The moment the lower esophageal sphincter came into view, you firmly clench down your two eyelids whilst you effortlessly slide through the natural valve. Now, you were trapped inside of the stomach, with utterly zero options left for you to escape. Promptly shoving yourself up against the walls as a result of this, you began to quiver subtly, as the cushiony, goopy, smooth walls practically encompassing you joined in with motions of their own.
Gazing around your new confines with an acknowledgement of your inability to escape, you finally settle down into motionlessness, as the compounding emotion of despair only continues to grow inside of your minuscule, feeble being. Whilst the rice was effortlessly churned up by the chamber and nicely mashed into a goopy, homogeneous paste, you yourself begin to grimly wonder just what your new fate is to be. Giving a swift blinking motion, you once again let out a sigh. At this point, there was only one way to find out.
Back on the outside, the restaurant customer who had previously unknowingly swallowed you had gently placed his hand upon his middle, and was now graciously patting and rubbing over the thing as he lay in his chair and relaxed. He was not entirely sure why, exactly, he was feeling something oddly heavy inside of his guts, but that hardly bothered him enough for him to really care. Sitting in silence with a growling, full gut, the man could suddenly feel something rising up inside his throat. Being forced to release it in a deep, echoing burp, he swiftly placed his hands over his mouth and glanced around to make sure nobody was staring at him. Upon making sure nobody was, he gave a satisfied nod, before promptly going back into his previous position of comfort, still completely unaware of your ultimately, merely unlucky presence within.
Suddenly, back within the squelching conines of the stomach, you are now suddenly able to sense some as of yet undetected sizzling noises coming from somewhere inside. You glance left to right, but are unable to find a concrete source. The moment, however, you detect a relatively gigantic bubble popping effortlessly upon the surface of the internal slush, you are suddenly zapped straight to reality. Snapping your head downwards and to your submerged bottom half, your breathing proceeds to grow erratic as you finally understand what is going on. With the waters immediately around you having been tainted crimson red with your blood, you knew that the acids had already made their way through your lower half’s skin, and were now all the way in the muscles. Rapidly searing away all of the precious bodily layers, expending more and more and more of your consciousness as you did, the severe loss in blood continuously prompts for all of your internal strength to wane, as you slowly close your heavy eyes, upon the acids having made it to your bones.
Slipping away both into unconsciousness as well as the acidic pool, the brutally scalding, powerful acids begin to burn away at your body’s remaining upper half as well. Melting their way through the top layer of the dermis, an utterly uncountable thousands of blood vessels simultaneously burst upon the acid’s reach baring down into their flowing forms. Cruelly mulching even further and further still, however, layer after layer of fine muscle rapidly stripped away as the acids finally reached into your glimmering bone. Utterly unphased by collagen fibers’ natural hardness, the unforgiving brutality of the stomach acids sear their way through and into the nutrient-rich marrow laying inside.
Shifting and swirling what currently remained into the already existing chime, the glorping and rumbling stomach churned excessively as the remnants of what little pieces of air were still inside began to join together into a rising air bubble. There was indeed something else, however, that stuck out amongst the air. It was colored slightly black, and as it rose up and through the powerful walls of the esophagus, it, too, just as all the rest of the air, was finally released out into the external world with a belch.
The still unknowing man had absolutely no clue why he was so gassy today, however, that consideration was soon to take a backseat to yet another unanswered question within the man’s mind; that being: “Why did I just burp up something kind of black?”
The thing in question would not last too long, of course, before it gradually faded away, and to this observation, the man swiftly placed his whole head in his hands, positively lambasting himself for having lost so much sleep to the point where had begun to hallucinate. What the poor, unaware customer had absolutely zero way of knowing, however, and what you in turn had absolutely zero way of knowing as well, was that what he had just released was, indeed, in reality, the semi-physical, yet obviously entirely visible representation of that which was your soul.
#soft vore#vore writing#vore stories#vore story#male pred#male vore#male predador#g/t vore#gt vore#v0re#v0r3#vor3#v.ore#v/ore#human pred#human vore#digestion#vore digestion#graphic digestion#tw digestion#fatal vore#tw fatal vore#foodplay
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Kinda based off of the first murder drones episode? Just a lil? But instead it’s VORE.
Uzi's given up on trying to shoot N, and her gun is recharging either way. She’s just hidden behind a wall, and she can’t see him, but she can hear him trying to find her. Scariest thing of all: she can hear roughly five other worker drones inside N's stomach already, which was making loud grumbles and sloshing noises. Robogod couldn’t save her now. She could hear that… that thing, digesting her kind without a second thought. And crap. The noises were getting louder. Closer. Too much closer. A robotic hand scooped her up.
"You’re a little late to the party. But I’m sure the rest of 'em won’t mind..~"
#murder drones n#murder drones n vore#n vore#murder drones vore#murder noms#hungry-n#tw vore#tw implied vore#implied vore#tw fatal vore#fatal vore#digestion#tw digestion#murder drones uzi#murder drones uzi vore#uzi vore
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Consider this:
A seemingly classic office rom-com but in a world with vore dynamics. One coworker that a bunch of others are fighting over, except they’re not necessarily interested in dating her so much as they are eating her.
The new girl who gets the job is straight out of a heteronormative dreamland. She’s naive and shy, but a hard worker who’s ultimately looking for love. She’s lasted this long in her career and she feels like it might finally be time to find a partner, and what better place to look than a heavily populated office building? She’s finally ready for romance!
Oh, and she also happens to be prey.
She shows up the first day and the office is ripe with hungry tension. All the other people there– the secretaries and receptionists, the men by the water cooler, and the women dressed in business suits or long skirts– they’re all staring at her, licking their lips idly. It’s like she’s a fresh piece of meat to them.
And then her heart just begins beating furiously as she realizes that the office is completely made up of predators.
But the new girl quickly puts up a front and smiles, eager to make a good first impression on her first day at work. Besides… she’s worried that they can smell her fear.
I like to imagine that the office is mostly female driven, so throughout the day the new girl is surrounded by hungry women who eye her up and down, wanting nothing more than to fill their bellies with her. Some of them might try to lull her into a false sense of security… maybe they compliment her on her fashion sense, or tell her how nice her perfume smells, or maybe a few of them invite her over into another room for some “girl talk.”
And maybe, just maybe, the new girl reluctantly accepts. After all, she does miss the downtime she had during her old job, the casual chats with her coworkers about life and men and the intricacies of doing your makeup right and all that other boring filler stuff. She convinces herself that she wouldn’t be that appetizing to them anyways.
And as she falls prey to her naïveté once more, she also falls prey to the women. They all jump on her and attack like the hungry preds they are, biting and licking her, tasting her, until one gets a steady hold of her, drags her possessively away from the group, and greedily swallows her down.
The new girl kicks and struggles in the pred’s gut, begging her to be let out and feeling her preyish fear kick into overdrive. The other women stare at their coworker in annoyance and jealousy, and she just grins, flashing her teeth and rubbing her swollen gut victoriously. Everybody else rolls their eyes and leaves. Oh well, maybe they’ll get lucky when the next meal comes along…
After work, the pred goes home, cradling her gut and cooing to the girl in her belly, telling her what a filling meal she made and how she actually lasted longer than most of the prey that worked in the office before her. She belches loudly, yawns, and makes her way upstairs, eager to sleep off her sweet little treat.
As the pred falls asleep the prey feels herself getting sluggish, losing the battle to the stomach acids. Her entire career, her search for love, her lifespan– all cut short by the churning walls of some hungry lady’s gut. Everything goes numb and dark…
And then, the new girl discovers something incredible about herself, something she’d never had any way of knowing before.
She can reform.
She wakes up in her own bed, eyes wide and staring at the ceiling. Everything feels too bright. It wasn’t possible, it just wasn’t; she’d just been digested, she should have been dead. And yet somehow, somehow she was still laying there, breathing and thinking and feeling like she’d always done every morning of her life. She was still living. She’d survived.
A confident, wide grin spreads across her face.
She shows up at work the next day, shocking everyone, especially the girls who’d fought over her the day prior. The pred that ate her actually becomes a bit pale and flustered. None of them have ever experienced a meal coming back to haunt them.
Throughout the rest of the series, the new girl flaunts herself to her coworkers, teasing them and offering herself up on a silver platter, only to slip away in the morning and leave their bellies emptier than she’d entered them. She builds up a reputation for being a fulfilling catch, too, squirming and writhing and stirring up a myriad of wonderful feelings in the pred’s body. Some of them are even encapsulated by her as a person, rather than a meal. There are office bets started up, debating who’s stomach she enjoys being in the most. The female pred from before finds herself fantasizing about being asked on a dinner date by the prey.
She actually grows to become a somewhat respected member of the company, spending her days heading boardroom meetings and her nights gurgling away in the depths of some lucky colleague’s belly.
Ultimately, she ends up leaving the office a better place than she found it. Her preyish nature makes a lot of the preds more opened-minded, and maybe they start hiring other prey around the office without any ulterior motives. Maybe some of them start holding memorial services for the prey coworkers that they’d eaten in the past. Collaboration reaches an all time high as preds realize they don’t need to be competitive anymore.
Sure, the work environment can be a little tense at times. The “new girl” is still prey, after all, surrounded by an office of hungry preds. That will never change. But this time around, she wouldn’t have it any other way.
#vore writing#soft vore#reformation#safe vore#tw digestion#f/f vore#digestion#any genders can work but i like my noms with a yuri twist#vore story#vore talk#same size vore#unwilling prey#willing prey#fandom I can’t tag#character i can’t tag#v.ore#v0re#why did i get emotional at the end? lol#minors dni
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Preddsworld headcannons
Tom - 1
I have so many ideas and yet so little ideas simultaneously…
He’s usually a pred, and usually isn’t willing prey, but there are some cases where he is.
He's a sizeshifter!! Woooo!!
You guessed it, he has a storage and he purrs!! It’s no surprise when you see my other preddcanons.
Tom can be a bit of a cruel pred sometimes. He likes a bit of fearplay. He doesn’t like to take his time, however.
When Tom is in his full monster form, he becomes very instinctual, both as a pred and as a prey.
As a pred, it’s pretty self explanatory. Someone will be safely nommed, despite the obvious lack of communication.
Oooo~ but as a prey.. often if he falls asleep in his monster form, he’ll wake up in the night really cold, and will shrink down to be nommed. Usually he’d go to Edd because Tom trusts him the most, but if that’s not possible for whatever reason, then Tord is the next choice due to his room being the closest to his, and also Tord's willingness to give noms. (Ik I said Tord would never safely nom Tom, but I lied. Also fic about this in progress~) However, Tom never remembers this happening.
Tom often goes for a nice taste in noms, hence why he barely ever goes for Tord (because he barely ever fucking showers).
If he’s bored, then sometimes he'll just nom Matt to irritate him.
He might not admit it, but he’s a sucker for a belly rub.
He doesn’t usually go for smaller prey, because he knows all too well how it feels to be the prey in that situation.
Tom was unwillingly eaten and digested by Edd once, though Edd didn’t realise it at the time. Tom still holds a grudge against Edd for it.
When he’s drunk, he’s quite the cuddly pred, nomming his prey then curling into a ball, purring comfortingly.
He can be good at providing comfort, but only when he wants to be. It also depends on who the prey is.
Has a very long, purple tinted tongue. With very sharp teef.
#preddsworld tord#preddsworld tom#preddsworld edd#preddsworld matt#preddcanons#eddsworld vore#sfw vore#preddsworld#predsworld#new preddsworld#new-preddsworld#soft vore#safe vore#unsafe vore#tw digestion
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Being caught in a pred's trap is not how you expected your nature walk to go. But, the pred says they'll let you go if you obey them for a little while. So, why not hear them out...?
A Prey POV Vore Audio
(Thumbnail Art: BigBurrArtwork!)
This is a mini-teaser! Longer preview is here, w/ all 5 minutes on my Patreon
#tw vore#tw digestion#tw fatal vore#soft vore#vore talk#v0re#vore audio#vore blog#unwilling vore#vore belly#v.ore#v0re blog#v0r3
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"Yandere" noms
After listening to Kill Bill a few times a came up with some yandere nom ideas (which I’m sure have each been used before I just need to look)
As a side note this is just for fun also I’m using “yandere” as an umbrella term since it is the most recognizable to the concept I’m trying to convey.
Warning for digestion references!
A pred who is eager to eat one specific prey in particular and will find out everything about this prey
A pred who will eat anyone who falls in love with their crush (or maybe on the other side of the coin is that the prey/observer will trick their opponents into being eaten by their pred crush)
Maybe a pred could safe vore (or digest) their crush in a kind of “If I can’t have you no one can” kind of way
What if a prey wants nothing more than to be eaten by their crush and gets jealous when that pred eats others
A pred eating both their crush and their new date (directly inspired by the song I mentioned earlier)
#v.ore#sfw vore#fatal vore#vore blog#vore writing#soft vore#any size works for these#implied fatal#tw digestion
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Vore concept for today: Robot observer
just the concept of a robot being fascinated in how the pred’s body works. Wondering what it would be like to be able to eat, and maybe living vicariously through the pred
#tw vore#soft vore#digestion#fatal vore#vore digestion#implied digestion#v.ore#unwilling prey#unwilling vore#vore writing#vore prompt#vore prompts#tw fatal vore#tw digestion#vore tw#vore fic#vore community#vore story#same size vore#belly kink
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Gabrial has just gobbled up a human who wandered into his forest
@ariel-seagull-wings @themousefromfantasyland @theancientvaleofsoulmaking @scarletblumburtonofeastlondon
#oc#oc's#oc's art#male pred#tw vore#vore art#dragon#dragon vore#vore belly#soft vore#vore digestion#tw digestion#digestion
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i promised context for this post, so here it is!!
major tws today folks: hard vore mention, unnamed character death, vore, digestion, in that order. Don’t read if you aren’t ok with these things!!
Y’know how there are animals that are genetically modified to help get rid of another overpopulated animal?
In this au there’s an overpopulation of borrowers, so scientists genetically engineer the first predatory borrower. They bred and raised borrowers in their labs, and began experimenting on them to make them look like normal borrowers, but have the capacity to grow bigger, stronger, all around more animalistic and predatory, though no two borrowers were experimented on exactly the same. They were tortured in the labs to make them as strong as possible, and forcibly modified when they messed up (think Nebula from Guardians of the Galaxy but less tech fuckery and more genetic fuckery). They then raised these special borrowers with the mentality that they were the superior species, and that borrowers were nothing more than pests, and they were fed live borrowers for years. And then, after all that, the scientists tested their effectiveness.
One borrower-creature was far more effective than the others. So effective, in fact, that it managed to break out of the facility, killing and eating most of the other creatures (and a few scientists’ fingers) before leaving. The experiment all around was deemed a failure and there have been no further attempts to make more borrower-creatures.
Meanwhile Tommy has no idea what he’s doing now that he’s broken out. He’d always had food handed to him, he doesn’t know how to hunt. He spends a bit of time in the woods alone failing to find food before he stumbles upon a human walking through a trail. He quickly latches onto this human and plays victim, and the human, Wilbur, one of the few who think of borrowers as people, takes pity on him and takes him home.
Once home, Tommy somewhat drops the act, still pretending he’s innocent but now telling Wil that he’s a bit different from other borrowers, and is fully carnivorous. Wilbur agrees to help feed him, but it doesn’t take long for the gaslighting to start.
After a few months, Tommy begins guilting Wilbur into believing that he’s not getting him enough food, and Wil, who’s very attached to Tommy at this point and who views him as a little brother, does his best to get Tommy what he needs. It starts with raw meats from the stores but quickly turns to buying insects and then small rodents and lizards, and Wilbur never watches him eat (Tommy had made it very clear that he never wanted Wilbur to see him eat for whatever reason), but nothing was enough for him. Tommy always says that he needs something more, something better.
It all just gets worse and worse until a borrower finds its way into Wilbur’s house, and Wil takes pity on him, too. He tries to introduce him to Tommy, who’s friendly at first, but the second Wilbur turns his back, the other borrower is trapped in Tommy’s stomach, nothing but a panicked, wriggling lump under his skin. This is the first time Wilbur has ever seen Tom’s creature form. He is scared, betrayed, appalled, but above all else, furious. He demands Tommy spit them out, but he refuses. Tommy laments how he’s glad that after all this time, he finally got a fulfilling meal, and that maybe if Wilbur continued to get him meals like this, meals that he was made to eat instead of measly animals or bugs, they could get along like brothers, like Wilbur wants. Wilbur eventually realizes how he’s been manipulated by the very person he adopted and treated like family, and he breaks. He notices the thrashing bulge in Tom’s stomach getting slower and slower and eventually, when he sees it stop moving, he grabs Tommy by the throat and holds a knife up to him, saying that if he doesn’t spit the borrower out he’d cut him out.
Tommy, who’s not stupid and who was also physically tormented by the scientists who created him, leaving a bit of fear for humans left in his instincts, finally spits the borrower out. He’s still breathing, barely, and is heavily burned. Wil sticks Tommy in a jar for the time being and begins to help the mangled borrower as much as he can.
Wilbur calls up one of his friends who agrees with his beliefs on borrowers, and they agree to take the borrower and help him. The borrower soon wakes up, and Wilbur apologizes profusely, and says that he has a place for him to stay where he’s safe and away from Tommy.
Wilbur’s friend gets there to take the borrower and the two hit it off right away, the human introducing himself as Ranboo and the borrower introducing himself as Tubbo.
Once they’re all sorted out and on their way back to Ranboo’s house, Wilbur deals with Tommy. And as upset as Wilbur is at him, and as much as the murder threat scared Tommy, Tommy has no remorse, and is frankly pissed that Wilbur took away the only decent meal he’d had in forever. Turns out that the reason Tommy had been dissatisfied with his meals was that he wanted to hunt things with intelligence, like he’d been taught to. Like he been made to do. When he explains that to Wilbur, he’s actually slightly heartbroken. Someone at a lab had taken a baby borrower, fucked him up, and told him that he only had one purpose in life. And whether Tommy realizes is or not, and no matter how much he hates the scientists who did this to him, he’s been trying to do exactly what they wanted. He’s never tried to be anything other than the monster they told him to be.
Wil decides then and there that it’s gonna be his mission to fix Tommy. To unteach all of the bullshit that he learned at the lab, and make him realize that borrowers are people, too. But with a while childhood of corruption and a society where borrowers really are seen as pests, he’s got a long way to go before Tommy sees differently.
#Also Minty read this all already#i was ranting to them about this#so Minty if you’re reading this#thanks for putting up with my bs <3#creature Tommy is my scrunkly#PLEASE if anyone of you have ideas for this i wanna DRAW HIM MORE#but my brain is smooth and vore thoughts only come when i don’t want them#wnt to draw but CANT#need shitty doodle prompts#cyncerity#mcyt g/t#mcyt gt#tw vore#tw digestion#i’m not gonna tag it as hard vore just yet cause technically Tubbo didn’t die and i don’t really go into detail in the first paragraph#but i’ll add that if y’all want me to
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