teeth and jaw and gums and muscle and warmth

Do you agree that big cat Dream? Huge chonker??

I love him, I'm obsessed, I guess for Hob it would be fun too

Close ups under cut 🐈‍⬛

The embodiment of Dreams enjoying being a cat.

Ed listing "Orgasms" as one of the pros of living is of course hilarious, but him knee-jerk answering "Warmth" is going to haunt me to my grave.

Bruce and Harvey Being Dads

Harvey didn't want kids thanks to a little thing called generational trauma. They were basically the equivalent of

Bruce, big doe eyes, " I want a baby"

" no"

"Oh, okay"

" wait but don't ask another guy I'll do it"

No but seriously; Harvey becomes a dad very much accidentally. Two-Face?! Tim Drake from Batman the Animated series would disagree, but the fucker likes children

Bruce silently made it known he, Dick, Jason and Tim were a package deal and Two Face was PREPARED

I LOVE me some baby batkids. 10 year old Dick had to call Harvey to the principal's office, because like hell he'd face Bruce's 2 hour lecture. Harvey stresses that he can't just fight any kid that annoys him.

" He called Bruce a bad word. That word Luthor said to him last time and you knocked him out"

"...You want an ice cream?"

Harvey's a bit of a workaholic. Hey, the reformed life is slippery. Bruce has two main methods of tempting him back home; 1) send him admittedly adorable pics of Jason trying on suits 3 times his size, or use his " Please, Harv?" Voice

The Batkids know three simple truths in life; Harvey can't say no to Bruce. Harvey is catholic. Harvey prays to God and answers to Bruce.

You think Dick has golden child syndrome? Imagine being Duke Thomas. " why can't you be more like Duke?" Is basically the most used phrase in the house

Two-Face prides himself on being the only one with a backbone, only to fold like paper if they pull the " Papi, come on" trick

Bruce frames all of their babies' drawings and Harvey has copies of them all over the DA Office. He most DEFINITELY brags with his family.

Especially portraits. Imagine Harvey being nervous to pose, but Tim pulls those sad kitten eyes on him and gets so happy. " make me pretty, conejito"

" You already are, papa"

Bruce is dad/daddy, Harvey is pa or papa and Two Face is Pops

They have monopoly tournaments that turn VERY competitive on Bruce's side. One time he lost and didn't speak to anybody for 2 days until Harvey had a " talk" with him

If he winces when he sits down, grumbling as Harvey plants a kiss on his cheek along with a morning coffee, extra extra sugar, Alfred simply pretends he doesn't see it.

Eepy freenoodles comic!!! Based on the hc that tang tends to cling onto pigsy and nuzzle him in his sleep, partly inspired by an idea from @/skellebonez :3c !!

Some pre-relationship steddie cuddle time

There were a lot of nights when Steve had trouble sleeping, and this one was no exception. But the steady rhythm of Eddie’s breathing right beside him had a calming effect on him nonetheless. It still amazed Steve sometimes, that they were both here alive and well, that they had all made it out of that lion’s den more or less in one piece. They had the wounds to prove it - both physical and mental ones - but they were here.

Eddie turned around to his side, shuffling closer to Steve, and Steve simply couldn’t help himself: he reached out a hand, gently resting it on the exposed skin of Eddie’s upper arm above the blanket, to feel the warmth his body was emitting and to remind himself that Eddie was indeed still alive, even though his eyes were closed.

Eddie stirred at the touch and murmured something unintelligible; for a moment, Steve worried he woke him, but Eddie didn’t open his eyes while he repositioned himself, his limbs heavy with sleep. Steve’s breath caught when Eddie rolled even closer towards him and nuzzled his head against Steve’s chest, lifting an arm to drape it over Steve’s stomach like Steve’s whole upper body was his own personal pillow.

He couldn’t help but smile at the sight: Eddie’s face was still relaxed, clearly somewhere far away in a peaceful dream, and he was drooling a little bit from the corner of his mouth. There was an almost childlike vulnerability to it, a softness that tugged at Steve’s heartstrings and made him feel strangely soothed. It was comforting to see Eddie like this, with his guard down in this peaceful cocoon they had somehow created together.

Steve let his own hand, that was still resting on Eddie’s upper arm, slide further down Eddie’s back until he was properly holding him. In response to his touch, Eddie shuffled just the tiniest bit closer, until his curls were brushing against Steve’s cheek and nose. It tickled, but Steve didn’t mind: the scent of cigarettes that never completely washed away from Eddie’s hair managed to wrap him even further into this sleepy sense of connection between them. Almost unconsciously, a contented sigh escaped his lips, which caused Eddie to produce another incomprehensible little sound, as if the two of them were sharing an only half-awake wordless conversation that no one but them would understand.

Steve didn’t avert his gaze from Eddie’s face, his eyes completely adjusted to the near-darkness of the room after the hours he had spent staring at the ceiling. He watched Eddie’s mouth fall open a little bit further, all the muscles in his face completely relaxed, until a stray curl fell over his face and against his lips, causing him to huff and shake his head in a quick, agitated motion.

Careful not to startle Eddie awake, Steve moved to catch the unruly curl between his fingers and cautiously brushed it aside, making Eddie smile in his sleep and bury his face further into Steve’s chest.

Prompted by the calmness emitted by Eddie, Steve finally let his tired eyes fall shut. He started to align his breathing with Eddie’s, letting his stomach rise and fall in the same deep, steady rhythm. Eventually, it helped him to drift off, cradled in the reassuring warmth of Eddie’s body pressed against his own.

XXX

He woke up when the grounding weight of Eddie’s head got lifted off his chest. His eyes fluttered open to be met with the image of a smiling Eddie looking at him. It was a different smile than his usual bold, challenging grin - there was almost something sheepish about it.

‘How did this happen?’ Eddie asked while rubbing a finger over his eyelid, clearly meaning the way the two of them were still all tangled up in each other. He wasn’t making any effort to move himself away from Steve just yet, however. His voice sounded husky and the look in his eyes was still drowsy.

‘No idea,’ Steve lied smoothly, trying to blink the sleep away from his own eyes. He could barely believe that it was already light outside, that he had apparently slept for hours on end for a change.

‘Sorry, man,’ Eddie murmured. He finally looked fully awake, causing him to start disentangling his warm body from Steve’s - but Steve still hadn’t yet shaken the sleep off of himself enough to feel self-conscious about wanting Eddie close to him, so he tightened the arm that was still wrapped around Eddie’s torso.

‘Stay,’ he mumbled. ‘’S cozy.’

Eddie uttered a soft chuckle, relaxed his muscles again, and dropped his head back on Steve’s chest. ‘Yeah, it is cozy,’ he agreed in a quiet voice. ‘I like the sound of your heartbeat.’

And while Eddie kept absentmindedly tracing abstract patterns over the hem of Steve’s shirt and across the fading scar around his neck with his index finger, it was surprisingly easy for Steve to let himself doze off again, clinging to that blissful space between sleeping and waking, until the sun had been up for hours.

the feminine urge to curl up inside a warm, breathing belly as a way to escape from the horrors of the real world

nothing would make me feel more secure than being cradled in the hands of someone so unfathomably giant and so, so, so kind. i need that right now. i need to be cared for. the thought of tender fingers curling around me as their maw opens up, a large, soft tongue curling around me slowly, reminding me of what i'm getting myself into. they'd be taking their time so as not to alarm me. with every twitch and jolt of my tiny body they would hesitate, afraid to startle me. as they hold their mouth open, warm breaths akin to that of a sugary-scented summer's breeze would wash over me in a steady, rhythmic pace. i would imagine the movement of their lungs as they breathe, envisioning each organic swell and contraction. they'd take pleasure in knowing what all i'd be thinking, aware after a certain point that my sheepish behavior is not fear, but rather,, something more light-hearted.

and then, i'd be pulled in. the light from the outside world would fade, replaced by a pitch-blackness unlike anything else. it's a comforting, breathing darkness that swallows me whole. this darkness is alive, and it tells me to simply relax. there is no need to strain my eyes with the light in an obnoxious, heartless world. darkness inside of them is where i find peace. besides, i know i'm not alone. if i was alone, the ground would not be shifting and squirming. there would be a soft *squelch* as the saliva trapped underneath their tongue is shifted about, eliciting a chuckle from me. i'd almost be able to feel the way they'd smile around me, knowing at the very least that they got me to laugh if nothing else. my laugh would trail off as my hands brush against their teeth, sharpened at the tips and yet completely harmless to me. to the lasagna i fixed from earlier, no, but i'm alive. i'm a person. they're free to tear into that lasagna as much as they'd like, matter of fact! i worked hard on it. me, however? i'm delicate to them. they know they must be gentle with me. they'd never use their teeth to hurt me. though, i do recognize that they'd like me to pay attention to those teeth of theirs. their tongue, soft and folded underneath me, would move to poke at the divot in one of their molars, bringing my attention to it in the process. i'd smooth my trusting hand over their molar and thumb at every individual detail. it's fascinating, really. i think a big reason why vore intrigues me so much to begin with is because it's all so terribly captivating. everything is alive, and everything alive surrounds me. it's comforting.

i really think we need to appreciate just how nice mouths are, y'know? i think that's an underrated part in vore. there's so much material, and yet it goes untouched for the most part, but i digress

we'd need to move on eventually. their maw would start to fill up with drool, and since i would have been anticipating the upcoming part, i'd already be comfortable and prepared for their tongue to lift, lift, lift, and send me sliding down their throat into a hot, pulsing abyss. every inch of my body would be coated in a thick blanket of slobber by this point, and i imagine that'd definitely make the journey down their esophagus much, much easier. i think most people fail to realize just how challenging it'd be to swallow someone whole without chewing, regardless of their size. or maybe we choose to overlook it bc vore can't technically exist at all irl anyway idk. i like to ramble lol

at some point, the tight, throbbing walls of their gullet would transition into a different space. i'd slip inside, recognizing my ability to move around and get comfortable unlike the other organ i was squeezed into after their swallow. as i'd lean my head back against the fleshy abdominal wall behind me, i'd feel a lack of resistance comparable to a beanbag chair and how it feels to lay in one. the walls would adjust to this new weight, moving to surround me. i would be cradled and held. adored instinctively. their stomach doesn't obviously have cognitive thought, but somewhere within the deep recesses of their mind, their brain perceives me as being more than just sustenance. i am loved here. this is my safe space, and nobody else would be able to agree. that is how i want this to be. if i could write my name somewhere in here, i would. that wouldn't last very long, though.

not a word would be exchanged between the two of us, and yet our silence holds more weight than anything we could say. my throat would feel dry, and i'd swallow a few times before raising my hand to pat at the lining of their precious gut. they'd laugh outwardly, and i'd know that if i could purr, i would be doing it. the tension in my muscles would dissolve into warmth, spreading throughout my small body. i am fragile and exposed, but that is how i like it. it's nice to feel small while being small.

for them, i'm unsure how they'd feel. i like to think that, while unnatural, this process would be enjoyable for them. the stinging ache behind their collarbone would be evidence of me, a reminder of the tiny body they carried into a comforting space. their soft fingers would rub at their neck, gracing over the spot near their adam's apple where i once was. they'd swallow again, feeling the bob of their throat. their hand would trail down to their stomach, pausing right above the taut flesh above their belly. with every rise and fall of my chest they'd feel movement, and they'd attempt to mimic it. i think they'd take in every foreign sensation one at a time, and i'd appreciate that. we're both still new to this, after all.

as they'd adjust themselves to get comfortable in bed, my environment would slowly move with me. i'd wait until i could no longer feel their movement, and then i'd curl up on my side in a small pool of gastric juices and drool. though very muffled, i'd hear the smacking of their lips and their deep, pleased hums as they savor what would be left of my recognizable taste clinging to the surfaces of their mouth. i might even hear them licking their fingers. i'd roll my eyes and bury my face into my arms, only to lift my head upon realizing that my arms are coated in slime. silly me. how could i forget? even with the constant drum of a strong heartbeat and the churning from below of a meal i prepared hours ago for them sounding all around me?

"you're a dork," i'd call out to them, my voice audibly cracking after so long of having nothing to say. the rumbling laughter that would surround me and the way their walls would squeeze around me briefly would remind me of just how small and frail i truly am within them.

"says the one who asked to be eaten earlier," they'd tease, a hint of playfulness evident in their tone. i'd scoff.

"yeah, well, i know you enjoy it. you'd be a liar to say you don't like the aftertaste i left in your mouth earlier," i would reply. they'd pause, and then i'd hear a hum without reply. being the way i am, i'd take that as surrender. not that it mattered. they'd be in a more lovey-dovey mood anyway.

the way they'd yawn would send chills speeding up my spine despite the hot, stale air within the depths of their insides. i'd reciprocate the yawn and then settle in contentedly once and for all within them, finding peace in the silence that would arise again. sometimes i like the silence between us more anyway. it's nice to enjoy your presence, especially when it's all that i can enjoy, really. i'm trapped within you. there's nothing else to focus on. everything is you. everything i look at, smell, hear, breathe in... it's you. it's all you.

thanks for that. i like being here. maybe we can do this again sometime?

I think applying tropes commonly found in Sonadow fics to other sonic ships is very funny

Like today I saw the cute posts by Blu-ish about how hedgehogs circle and headbutt eachother when courting and how Sonic and Shadow would do that and I agree.

However I think the implication that mobian hedgehogs do this is HILARIOUS when applied to ships that only involve one hedgehog.

Like Silver starts circling around Espio one day and lightly shoving him with his hip or his shoulder and Espio is like: ???? What are you doing??

Or even Blazamy like- Amy keeps circling Blaze and the less Blaze reciprocates Amy does it more to try to get Blaze to react. Blaze eventually just tries to politely tell Amy to stop cause it’s hard to hold conversation while she’s moving all around.

But later Blaze talks to Silver and is like: “I have no idea what she is trying to do…perhaps she is finding a weakness in my stance? Should I fear her hunting me for sport???”

And Silver is like: uh. Well. I think she’s hitting on you? It’s a hedgehog thing.

And Blaze just freaks out because WHAT DO YOU MEAN AMY WAS FLIRTING WITH HER

Secret Santa gift for @rainbowmoonmaiden86 ♥ Ft. her OC Estelle nuzzling with a smitten bara Red

thank you @gyftmas2023 mods for the fun event! ♥

Little notes page on Louis' size, since I'm inconsistent as of late sometimes. Stomachs are Smaller than I expect them to be!

Will and Louis belong to @peachnewt and her series, Getting in Deep!

never felt more hot than in this bodysuit ngl

All this softness

Can I have a limited edition purple thing 🙏🙏

of course you can! all you have to do is call Basil! He's certainly got a supply of those things!

ehehe! here's a textless version as well!

This moment healed something in me

GRRGRGGRGARRGHHGG I LOVE SOFT GENTLE PREDS!!!! I love preds who give their prey friend a hug before swallowing them down! I love preds who make sure their prey is comfy at all times! I love preds who give their prey comfort when they're feeling low! I love preds who give their prey filled bellies soft gentle pats to remind their prey that they are safe and loved! I love preds who give a gentle comforting look to nervous and/or first time preys and lets them go at their own paces! I love preds whose top priority is that their prey is happy!

Ok rant over thank you for listening <3

guilty pleasure