#Vore ramblings

[minalots]

ARE YOU IN PAIN LIKE I AM?

(Now on inprnt!)

[suzyandthefox]

ok but like

Vore in a protective , parent-like sense will always get me, it will always remain my favourite.

A pred giving a prey a comfort they lost, being their home temporarily.

The pred saying things like

"You're safe now"

"I will protect you"

"You're very brave, I'm proud of you"

For the pred to call their prey "little one" "small one", etc.

For the pred to hum a gentle lullaby to their scared prey

And for the prey to say things like

"Hide me"

"Protect me"

"I have no home/no body/nowhere to go"

The descriptions of a stomach as a cradle, the soft sobs a frightened prey lets out as they huddle into the soft flesh, they speak their fears and pain into the walls and the folds of the being around them.

And the walls listen to them.

To be cared for, to be loved, to be hidden where no one should see or harm you.

Idk man.

[supernormalblogname]

i like when a tummy full of prey makes preds sleepy & silly & stupid in the head.... like maybe they were Intimidating & Scary as Hell as they were eating the prey, but now that their prey is in their stomach they're so full and satisfied, all they can do is lounge around all blissful & drowsy & smiley. no thoughts head empty. i think its so cutes

[howl-gets-silly]

I will not lie though my brain has been very slime focused lately, there's honest to god not enough content of it out there. I don't think there will ever truly be enough, but I digress!!

There's so many different scenarios you could go with

Traveling somewhere and either stumbling across a very eager slime, or being ambushed by said eager slime. Pulling you close and trapping you, pressing itself into your mouth or other holes, pushing it's way inside and filling you up completely and entirely. Making itself right at home inside of you where it's warm and comfortable and safe while you become an absolute mess. Stomach bloated out and impossibly round and swollen, shifting and swaying with the slime inside

I like to think of having pet slimes that serve that same purpose, made entirely for filling you up and existing inside. More docile than their wild siblings, not looking for a safe den to hibernate or lay their young but doing it out of leftover instinct and enjoyment.

Or!! Or!! Just as good, smaller slimes, no bigger than the palm of your hand, made specifically for eating. Calorie dense is always a delight but I don't mind if they're not. Shoveling handful after handful in your mouth, how easily they slide down your throat, how pleasantly they plop into your stomach, how quickly they explore the area and press against your insides.

Honestly slimes were made to be eaten and consumed and just, be inside. I can't think of a more perfect existence for those little guys, I need a dozen right now, so soooo badly.

[roseytoesy]

Safe Space blurbs 1

Kevin is up first but that's also because I’m in a fearplay mood and Kevin loves to play with fear a bit.

The Safehaven had greatly improved since the generator was back up and running, along with the new food supplies and starting a very small garden in the sewers just outside of Safehaven. Of course, with all the good that had happened there were close calls, but with new weapons given to the toys that helped protect the perimeter, and improving the defences of the safehaven itself, many of the toys, and most importantly, Doey was able to relax. Though he had no idea how to use this new free time. So being the amazing person you were, you helped create a schedule, time to play, eat, sleep, etc. 

But most importantly you encouraged Doey to play, to be the kid he wasn’t able to be. But with this encouragement came the oddities of a shapeshifting giant childish being. After an incident of trying to understand doey’s inner workings, you found yourself trapped under the large dough creature, he somewhat melted around you as he realized you were getting crushed, and there you met the 3 heads of the kids that made doey who he was. They were scared and apologetic, and so were you. You gently patted the walls and assured the 3 heads that you were glad to meet them and hope that this strange situation wasn't too upsetting to them.

It was quite the opposite for the boys, getting comforted for the first time in years, along with being so close to such a core part of themselves. It was addictive to say the least. So as the next few days flew by, the most bold of the group came up with an idea for game time. 

Dropping in

It was 3PM factory time, a time for the toys to play, build, color and more. A time to have fun and be carefree and childish. Today doey seemed more excited for games than usual. Gathering all the toys that were up to playing a bigger game, then announcing that today's game was a hide and seek tag with a twist if you get caught. 

You looked at him wondering what he ment but just sent you a wink showing off some sharp red fangs as he chuckled to himself. He then started to count down. Usually you don’t participate but you had a feeling doey was planning something. So you told him to go into the generator room to count so you and the others can have a better chance of hiding without him hearing them. He seemed to roll his eyes before cheerfully agreeing and going into the room, closing the sound proof doors behind him. 

You and the others were given 30 seconds. You decided to use your grabpack to hang from one of the more sturdy pipes on the very high ceiling. 

“Ready or not! Here I come.” his voice sounded cheery then became more gravely and deep. He started off searching the tents, there was one toy who was hiding in one and gave a squeal as they were caught, then placed into the center “field” area of safe haven. Some other toys at the trading post handed the caught toy some crayons and paper. 

You watched as they found more toys, tickling them and tossing them over to the caught area. But you could tell he was looking harder for you. One of the littles in the center pointed at you and you quickly made the shushing signal, but doey had noticed the critter looking up at something then quickly turning away and whistling. 

He looked up and his eyes widened before he smiled. “Found ya!” he now stood under you, his neck at an awkward angle to look up. “Here, drop down. I'll catch you!” he held his arms out making a trampoline in the center for you to land safely. You shrugged then braced yourself to fall, not noticing doey’s trampoline was already gone. 

You closed your eyes and let go of the grab packs triggers. You fell for a few seconds before landing on something soft, your legs sliding into some sort of tunnel before you could even grasp what was going on. You were pulled down more. You open your eyes in confusion and see the colorful blue insides of doey, red sharp teeth just above your head. You reach out on instinct. But the ‘lips’ close around your hand and your struggling form is easily swallowed down. Exaggerated gulps and hums echoing around you as you’re dragged deeper. With a final large gulp you were curled up in his more rounded middle. He patted his belly and let out a belch, you could feel the grab pack be plucked off of you and up with the belch.

Doey lets out a deep chuckle and says "So who's next for the hungry monster?” the other toys scream and run away. He doesn’t give much chase, smiling happily with his catch as he goes into the generator room. Since only you, him, poppy, and kissy are allowed in there, he allowed himself to rest and focus on the sensation of you moving around. 

It was cramped and slimy, like that weird film that covers his body and anything he touches as he squeezes through cracks or other areas. You tried your best to stretch out but were ultimately somewhat curled up, like one would be under a heavy blanket. You could feel him rubbing and patting at you chuckling when you pushed out at his hand. 

“So who’s idea was this one?” you see 3 grey heads appear on the wall facing where Doey’s spine would be, 2 of them, with orange and yellow eyes, looking apologetic while the head with red eyes had a sharp smile to its eyes. Its arms formed out of the dough and wrapped possessively around you, head on your shoulder.

“Since last time we just couldn't get your taste,” “or nice weight!” the yellow one interjected. “out of our heads, so I decided to have some fun with it.” The red head, which you learned to be Kevin, moved from your shoulder to your lap, head moving against your hand before looking away, glaring at the other 2 heads as they smiled at each other. 

You just shake your head, you had a feeling that after the flustered was doey acted after the incident you would be dealing with it eventually, just not so soon. “Alright fine, just don't make this too common of an occurrence, there's still a lot for me to do if we want to make a safe path out of here.” The red one's grip tightened and the other two looked more uncertain at that, but calmed as you pet over them, giving special attention to Kevin as he demanded it or got in the way of the others when you gave them too much for his liking. 

You know you’ll be released in about an hour, as game time wraps up and you need to make some food and get back to work on planning and rearranging things, but for you you let yourself rest inside the squishy gooey confines of your dearest friend.

[oceanvores]

Happy vore day! I decided to remake a stomach pendant I made a few years ago cause I came across some tiny hinges!

Really happy how it came out now I just need to make a little guy to put in there

[xxacidnekoxx]

T-boy vore polycule

[wonderful-bellies]

Alright I gotta test. How many of you fellow vore likers have actively imagined/daydreamed about either being in a tum or having someone in your tum?

[hallucinateonpaperspines]

if Ashley's for some reasons ever mentions/explains some human torture methods what would the cons thing of it ? Like are we more brutal then them ?

Well... this get dark. FBI Agent, I'm a writer I promise! This is all hypothetical! There is worse out here in the internet wilds!!!

I think for the most part, it's a game of orange-and-blue morality for a bit. There are things the Decepticons pull (Shockwave just existing) that immediately make human prosecutors start prepping the war crime cases and some things that humans do make the cons pause for a minute. At the same time, certain things the cons do, while horrible, just make humans nod because of course they would do that, and most human torture techniques just don't translate well to Cybertronian biology.

Like, the Decepticons would do things that are definitely against the Geneva Convention (and I think they would find our concept of a Geneva Convention laughable) so they would shrug off a lot of similar precedents humans have. Removing limbs, sensory depravation, experimentation, and electrocution are all familiar concepts so it is just a shrug of shoulders and a "why not?" attitude.

And then they look deeper.

In my mind, Cybertronians above all are efficient. Unless it's personal, or you are with someone who has a truly skewed brain module (Yes, Airachnid I am looking at you) the point of torture is to get information as fast as possible. Tortured to death, unless it's an accident, isn't efficient.

Humans, unfortunately, don't always care about efficiency.

They see the Human Centipede and the Terrifier, and bots are praying to primus like they've never done it before. It's entertainment, its art to mankind and it is some of the most protective vomit-worthy levels of shit they've ever seen. They see the Jigsaw franchise and Shockwave is joining discords and emailing directors to get notes.

It's fictional. It's fake. It's an unhinged level of creativity completely separated from ethics and morals, or in some cases leveraging those ideas to better stamp in some emotional torment. It's not just physically taking apart a victim, or trying to manipulate them mentally; it's full-on destruction. Complete evisceration performed in the name of delusional curiosity, sadistic glee, or self-righteous theatrics.

But, again, it's all fake! So what does it matter? Soundwaves says to himself as he bans any vore content from the Nemesis' servers and scrubs his drives

And then someone brings up Vlad the Impaler.

Imagine the horror as it just clicks. While Cybertronains may not produce excrement, they do have scraplets, so the concept of leaving someone in a tub to slowly rot or forcing rats to dig through bodies just sings a song of pain they are vulnerable to. Of slowly dying in a painful, inevitable method that's meant to leave a lasting mark.

And then a human starts thinking.

Art isn't efficient, but a masterpiece is never meant to be so mere as efficient.

Why not remove t-cogs? the element that helps these creatures transform, a crucible of their identity and self-worth?

Wait, that's not meant to be torture, that's just containment.

No. Torture is using small limbs to unwind and peel back layers of wiring. Torture is leaving portions of a frame to decay and rust, poking at the open wound, and flinging acid inside. Torture is pulling limbs off and reattaching them only to do it again. Torture is removing optics and turning sensors to maximum sensitivity before turning them off again.

Torture is taking those old methods and being creative enough to apply them on a blank canvas with new rules and no precedents.

The issue is not our brutality, it is our cruelty and creativity. And that's something that even the most vile Decepticon can respect.

They might even help you find a new muse, or canvas, to practice with.

[glitchedoutnoms]

Prey who wants nothing more but to be eaten and tucked away from the outside world. But every time a pred opens their mouth to invite them in, all the prey can do is scream, cry and scramble away as fast as possible. No matter how reassured they are that they wouldn't be harmed or how dull the preds teeth may be, the prey just cannot help it.

Prey being deathly afraid of sharp objects like needles, knives or teeth. Prey having a pred s/o or friend who helps them overcome that fear so they can both enjoy the noms. Perhaps the pred gets the idea to let them rest the prey's head/body on their tongue to try and get them used to seeing the preds teeth and be reassured they won't harm them.

Mouth therapy for an anxiety ridden prey just seems so wholesome and comfy oml

[suzyandthefox]

Reasons I like "The Eaten alive" trope (or sfw vore)

(literally just yapping)

It's an interesting trope that can go in a million different direction all of them very interesting too

It's a metaphor for A million thing, Love,hatred, possession,death, addiction, submission,dominance,trust, fear

To eat is one of the bases of being a living being, to be eaten is the end state of many beings, it's fundamentally built in life since the beginning of existence, it happens even in the tiniest organisms.

Being eaten alive would be an experience unmatched, being completely surrounded by a living space that breathes and acknowledges you? A space that either hungers for you, is repulsed by you, or none? To be one with something yet remain your own self? Be humbled by their great innards and Marvel at how complex and vast their system is? The endless sea that is their blood and organs?

To eat someone alive is an experience too, to have a soul within your own, a part of you that has it's mind and it's identity, you could be home, shelter, family to them, even to the point of holding them how a mother holds her child. Or you hate them and their invasion to your body, you wish to end them right then and their

To witness a pred go against instincts for the sake of those they care about, to witness a prey go against instincts for the sake of those they care about, to cast aside all fears and put faith and trust.

Anatomy is a great, wonderful thing. Living beings are intricate, beautiful, they have so much within them, and no better way to explore that than to go inside them of course.

Is it not the most ultimate form of love to be one with the one you love the most?

It happens IRL with a lot of animals, Like crocodiles, like frogs, like fish, it's a very unique phenomenon.

Tumby soft world cruel :(

Widdle lil friend needs protecc, now I can protecc :D

It's literally just neat

I can like things without a reason to

[supernormalblogname]

like. pred puts a tiny prey into a water bottle and then starts chugging it.. the prey is quickly scrambling to grab hold of the side of the bottle as the container tips more and more and the water level falls more and more around them.

They can hear the Loud GLP-GLP-GLP-GLP sound juuust beneath them of the pred greedily swallowing down gulps of water or watever drink was put in there, and the prey knows that if they don't find a way out of there Fast they're gonna be sent down just like that, but the only way out of their plastic prison is completely blocked by the pred's mouth..

maybe they even forget their imminent danger for just a second, watching through the clear plastic entranced at the pred's giant throat bobbing, they can see each gulp go down..

but of course, they prey is immediately reminded of the Danger of their situation when the pred tips the bottle further and they start slipping-

maybe they thought this was just a dumb little prank or bluff by the pred, that the pred was gonna drink like half the bottle and have their fun and then let the prey out but- they're not stopping- they aren't even slowing down- and the bottle keeps tipping further- and the water is almost gone- and the prey is slipping and and no no no no no wait stop stop STOP-

and then- GULP! the bottle is completely empty 😊

[pricetagged]

Please pretty please if someone wants to give me a Christmas gift I request one (1) of the following 💖 dark, mdni, implied dubcon/noncon.

Yulecat Gaz. He's a sinister, toothsome predator. A solstice spirit with just a touch of malice. He's smiling, of course, and so sorry, love - You've broken a rule that you didn't know exists, but ignorance does not grant pardon. And it's a death sentence. He should eat you right up, tear into the soft arch of your neck (gristle and blood and teeth) and suck at the marrow.

Except-

Except now that he's circling you, something slithers into his mind. He's a cat batting at a trembling mouse (cowering, timorous beastie) and it's just delicious. Lapping at your tears. Toying with you, letting you chase at hope before he snaps his teeth. Closes the cage.

You pay the toll in flesh, but not as first intended. Let him paw at you, lave his tongue along your spit-slick flesh until you're raw and aching.

It's mercy and it's punishment. He makes you thank him for his kindness; give offering to this benevolent creature of chaos and hunger. You spell out your gratitude (bitter, sour, desperate) letter by letter on your knees before him, claws nails and too-strong fingers keeping you in place (strong enough to dig in and rend you to pulp).

He coos at you as he wipes your tears, nails catching and drawing crimson as they follow the lacrimal tributaries cooling on your cheeks. Salt and iron dripping down, heady and fuck-

He's trembling more than you. Coiled tight from the strain of stifling his strength. It itches at his gums, his fingertips. Bite, rend, lacerate.

But that would be an ephemeral pleasure; a transient taste, all hot spray and cooling chunks. The thought is anathema. A malediction (isn't that funny, face stretching into a trenchant grin).

You're a meal he wants to savour.

_____________

In this universe I will also take one (1) hulking, mean krampus Simon; one (1) chaotic solstice spirit/Jack Frost Johnny; and one (1) disciplinarian "Santa" Price (they all work for him; he's the architect).

[roseytoesy]

Safe Space blurbs 2

Up next will be jack, He wants to have fun eating the player next! A sweet day with a sweeter ending.

All enveloping hug

It had been about 2 days since the last incident, and you could see doey had been very happy since. Helping you work on slowly improving the desolate safe haven into a better space. He always made sure you were protected as you went out to better improve the outside or rewire some items and traps. It was just after your most recent and successful supply run to a locked down storage unit just outside the prison, that doey insisted you rest for the day. 

“Me and the others want to thank you for all your help! So we're going to give you a spa day.” a little kissy and craftycorn bounded forward as other critters brought over some random items and pillows. Before you could insist that you were fine you were swept off of your feet, doey giving you a giggle as he placed you into his lap as he took a more chair like form. You sat there a bit surprised before letting a small smile form as the warmth of their actions hit you. You decided to let yourself sink into Doeys form a bit as the critters wiggled off your grab pack and shoes. You twitched as some cold water was splashed onto your hands and a tub of lukewarm water was now under your feet. The critters gently wash your appendages with their little giggles. You weren't able to really see what they were doing, but since they were all soft, it felt like getting attacked by a swarm of tiny little bugs made of pillows. 

You felt an extra set of doey hands start massaging your shoulders and neck, you let out a deep sigh and close your eyes. Fully letting doey support your weight. You happily let the time fly by in a bliss, feeling your muscles relax in a way you haven't felt since long before working at playtime Co. You had no idea how long it had been before the kissy and crafty gently shook you awake, you didn't even realize you had dozed off. The other toys giggled as you stirred. Looking down at your hands you saw washable marker pictures and drawings along your skin. Smiles, and hearts aplenty. And your hands were somewhat pruned, covered in more art, but felt very clean and your nails had been clipped (somehow) and painted with what looked like regular purple/blue paint, but nonetheless you could tell they had done their best. You leaned forward as you lifted your feet. Seeing more art along them and your lower legs, a nice white color used for the nails. 

You felt a tug at your heart as you gave an emotional thank you. The toys all cheered at your reaction and you gave the kissy and craftycorn a big hug before getting off of doey to set them on the ground. “Thank you, for all of this. It makes me really happy to see you all happy.” you sniffed as you quickly whipped some grateful tears from your eyes. The factory had been so so draining, and any progress you made just led you deeper, darker, with more danger and little reward other than surviving, so getting something in return for your efforts, it warmed your heart to the brink of tears. 

Doey noticed and quickly shooed off the critters to their usual chores, they let out a groan but understood that he wanted to comfort you. You looked at him thankfully, he smiled happily with his eyes closed, guiding you over to the generator room, a place you had mostly claimed as your own, it was quiet and secluded, it helped you rest on those nights when the nightmares and paranoia would become too much. You were so tired now, stealing that you’ll have to continue some work tomorrow, an early night wouldn't hurt…

Doey startled you out of your thoughts as he waved a yellow hand in front of you. “Hey pal, you’re looking real tired there. How about a hug to finish off for the night? I’ll make sure to get the others to bed without you.” he opened his arms wide for you to approach. You happily wrap your arms as much as you can around his upper chest. His large arms enwrap you, the hug a perfect pressure for your weary bones. Warm and strong, a friendly and loving embrace. You stand there for a few seconds before letting your arms relax, usually signifying the end of the hug. But he continues to hold you, you feel a bit awkward before you let out a little yelp as the solid dough in front of you becomes more soft, and you start to sink in. You try to move back but the arms around you are gently but firmly pushing you forward. You were too tired to put up much of a fight so once you realized what he was doing you just let it happen. Sinking into the soft dough. It wraps around and envelopes you before you are gently pushed into a larger, familiar area. 

The dough closes in as Doey hugs his now full belly. “Gotcha, hehe!” you watch as a pair of yellow eyes and a grey head form on a nearby wall. The doey body rests against a nearby wall as Jack, you had learned, quickly and playfully wrapped its own arms around you, snuggling into your middle. You sigh as you pet his head. “Just wanted to help you feel better.” the head said looking up at you with large hopeful eyes. You sigh affectionately.  Knowing you'll need a quick shower in the morning thanks to the more slimy dough in this space. 

“Thanks Jack, You and the others did amazing. I guess I needed it.” you say with a small laugh. Jack gives you a small squeeze before unwinding his arms, just content to rest with you. You see mathew on the wall as well. 

“Like we said earlier, we’ll take care of things for tonight, this was from all of us but uh, this part was Jack's idea.” Jack giggled and did a happy little dance before settling back next to you. You happily let them take care of stuff as you fall asleep for the night. Doey kept a protective hand over his belly as he helped everyone to bed. A very happy smile on his face before he too fell asleep.

[mikanlardyclinic]

Okaaaay i might be or not be liking vore now.. In my defense

I blame toga and that momo pic that's too extreme to share.. (and outrealmgates i really like their stuff..) be it hard vore with an inmortal gal or well hard vore normally cause i like death feederism let's be honest light vore is also cute

Komi being hungry but their classmates are out of food to stuff her with.. So they just shove another student down her throat..

[safety-writes-noms]

Wow! If you enjoy the spiderman, what do you think about THE SPOT(omg how i love him) as a nice caring pred?

I think he’s pretty neat! Definitely a very talkative, anxious rambler :D!! I’d would give him all the hugs, poor dude. He seems like a really sweet guy

SEX STUFF/MDNI BLOGS PLEASE DNI, IM A MINOR