#and are willing to cuddle

[hyuneskkami]

you know what’s sexy? you. with your arms wrapped around me. and cuddling with me. that is sexy.

[benevolenterrancy]

hi!! I think your art is *so cool* o(≧∇≦o)

do you think you could draw more moshang? either post canon or that au you did last time?? (baby mobei has my heart and all I own)

(˵ •̀ ᴗ •́ ˵ ) oh! how about return to childhood—moshang flavor?

don't question this king, shang qinghua, he knows what he's about

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Prompt: Either Time and Malon have announced they're having a baby or Malon has just had a baby and they're introducing them to the chain when Time finds some big insecurities from one of his boys he doesn't expect; Wild. Thing is, Time (and to an extent Malon as well) is the only parental figure he knows. Any memories of his parents are long gone along with any record of who they might have been so Time acting in a familial manner means a lot to Wild. But he's worried now that the man is an -actual- father that it means he'll be withdrawing that affection from the chain (himself, really) in favor of focusing on his child. Time goes above and beyond to prove him wrong.

Sky glared grumpily at the postman as he delivered mail to everyone. Legend snickered and elbowed his friend, making the usually cheery knight even more sour.

“Chin up, Sky,” Wild chuckled. “Nobody can outrun that guy from what I can figure. At least that’s what the old man says.”

Time didn’t even flinch at his mention. It wasn’t new - he tended to tune out the younger ones what they got rambunctious. But something about the intensity of which he was looking at his letter from Malon caught Wild’s attention.

“Everything okay?” Twilight asked, also picking up on it.

Time glanced at Twilight, eye fixed on the younger man, then back at the letter. Then he closed both eyes and smiled.

“It’s fine,” he said quietly, folding the letter.

“That looks like more than fine,” Warriors noted, wiggling his eyebrows. “What are you hiding, old man?”

“Is Miss Malon okay?” Wind asked, poking his head over Warriors’ shoulder, having been sitting on the ground behind the captain, who had plopped on a stump.

“She’s fine,” Time replied warmly. Then he sighed a little, gentle cheer dashed by a cool, worried gaze.

“That wasn’t very convincing,” Four whispered to Twilight.

Time glanced around at the group, now that everyone had honed in on him. Then he seemed to come to a decision, huffing a little and saying, “Since none of you seem to know how to mind your business, then I’ll tell you.”

Warriors scoffed, “I’ll have you know I am perfectly capable of minding my own business until gossip is involved.”

Hyrule laughed. “It’s pretty funny listening to people’s drama in town, honestly. But I hope there isn’t drama in your house, old man.”

“There isn’t,” Time assured him. “But there will be someone new living there.”

“Is it that Ingo guy you got mad about?” Sky asked, tilting his head to the side.

Time outright laughed. “No, Sky. No. It’s… Malon’s pregnant.”

The group went silent for a long while before it burst into excited chatter. Warriors was the first to congratulate Time, with Sky coming shortly after, followed by Four and then everyone else in quick succession. Wind excitedly asked about baby names, Sky interrogated him about what course this journey might take now, if they should find a way to return to Lon Lon Ranch—

That was probably the point that Wild felt his stomach twist into knots.

He didn’t quite know what was wrong, at first. He congratulated the old man alongside everyone else. This was a great occasion, after all. But Sky mentioning how maybe Time would want to visit Malon really made Wild realize…

Was he going to leave the group now?

Wild… didn’t want him to leave.

It wasn’t that he was particularly close to Time, more so than the others. Wild was closest to Twilight, after all. But… something about the eldest Link was… comforting. Guiding. Wild couldn’t put words to it, except that… it reminded him of… he didn’t know. He just… he couldn’t remember anything. He didn’t know anything. But the Hero of Time became a staple in his life the last few weeks, a father figure of sorts (and he knew he wasn’t alone in this—the worried disappointment that Wind was trying to hide, the way Legend suddenly became aloof as if already distancing his heart from the matter, the way Sky took four steps away from their leader after running up to him to congratulate him—these were all indications of the same sentiment) when Wild could hardly remember any family at all… and he… was going to lose him too.

He supposed the only true constant in his life was Zelda.

It wasn’t as if he didn’t know this journey would come to an end, but he hadn’t expected their group to lessen during the journey. It had been horrifying when Twilight had almost died - now Time was going to just leave them? Leave him?

Wild found he couldn’t speak after his initial words of cheer for the old man, and he started to slink away into the woods. He wandered aimlessly, shivering a little, feeling far more alone than he had in a while. He tried to cheer himself up with some kind of logical argument—even if he does leave, you still have the others, you have your brothers, you have Twilight—but none of it quite filled the hole that was quickly forming.

At least this time he’d have a chance to say goodbye.

Wild eventually made his way back to the camp just in time - Warriors had been readying to search for him, and he didn’t want to cause such a fuss. He avoided Time for the rest of the night, settling in to take first watch as everyone else went to bed.

He hadn’t expected Time to sit beside him.

“Something’s bothering you,” Time said. It wasn’t a question, but it was held in the air like an invitation.

Wild sighed. “I… wouldn’t worry about it. We’ll find a way to get you home, old man. Wouldn’t want you to miss your actual family.”

There was a period of silence, only interrupted by the crackling of the fire. Wild felt a strange ache in his chest, a longing for someone he could no longer remember. He shriveled into himself a little, shoulders slumping, letting time pass by as he looked into the flames.

“Link… I’m not going home.”

Wild didn’t register the words for a moment, still lost in his own mind and thoughts, before he blinked and glanced over at the older hero. “Wait, what?”

“My place is here,” Time explained quietly, almost what seemed gently. “I would never abandon all of you like that. I love Malon dearly, but she isn’t my only family.”

Wild wasn’t sure what to say to any of this, but the hope in his heart couldn’t be ignored, and he burst out, “You’re not leaving us?”

There was something about Time’s expression that Wild couldn’t quite read. The older hero’s eyebrows seemed to relax from their previously stern position, face softening, eye looking Wild over. “No, young one. I’m not leaving. What we will do, though, is turn back towards the town. I want to write to her. I want all of us to write to her. We’ll have to keep tabs on how she’s doing far more often.”

“Why all of us?” Wild asked.

Time reached forward, messing with the teenager’s hair as he smiled. “If I’ve had to parent all of you, then you’re certainly earning the right and responsibility to ensure your new little sister is alright.”

Wild yelped a little at the gesture before laughing a little, swatting Time away. “Sister, eh? You think it’s a girl?”

“Goddess, I hope so. I have enough boys to take care of.”

Wild’s laugh nearly woke the entire group at that remark. When he’d settled, Time smiled at him, laying a hand on his shoulder. The gesture was reassuring, a physical representation on the promise that Time hadn’t spoken. He didn’t need to. What he’d said was enough.

The ache in Wild’s chest didn’t squeeze quite so hard. But he yearned for the contact, and so he leaned forward a little, just a little, just enough to be perceived without invading the man’s space. Time understood the motion for what it was, and he smiled a little more, pulling Wild into a hug. For the briefest moment the champion felt a little silly or embarrassed at the vulnerability he’d just shown, and then he decided he didn’t care - if he truly viewed Time as a father figure then he should be comfortable showing such insecurity around him. He’d done as much with Twilight.

Twilight. Time’s descendant. Between being viewed as a brother by Twi and a son by Time, Wild actually… he really…

He let out a shuddering breath, and Time’s hand swept up and down his back slowly.

For the first time in as long as he could remember, Wild actually felt like he belonged in a group, in a team, in a family. He could imagine the Champions smiling at him, and the tears finally did fall.

[novanoms]

Need more preds comforting prey but like, from the Pred’s pov

Just the gentle nature towards your tiny friend, seeing their exhausted, downtrodden expression. Barely able to keep their head up as they approach, they don’t even need to speak as you feel their forehead tiredly rests on you. Gently picking them up, opening your maw and sliding them in, feeling their small movements, content but too exhausted to do much more. Swallowing them down and feeling the way they settle in your stomach, their soft squirms beneath your flesh, the way you can feel their body relax. Your hands coming up to rub the barley visible outline of the individual you care about so much, feeling so much affection and pride despite the somber moment. The fact that their first thought was to seek you out as their place of comfort.

I don’t think I’ve seen it all that often, might expand more into an actual writing thing but who knows -u-

[sillyromance]

The safest place for my bleeding soul...

[bkbubble]

@naffeclipse 's Leopard Seal Y/N: So you have chosen...death

[thechrispyboi]

By the way, I was that so called “monster” under your bed

I didn’t mean any harm, I just ate anyone that wanted to hurt you… plus a couple nightmares of yours

To be honest when I saw you staying up far longer than you should have I really wanted to crawl out and swallow you whole, but I just didn’t have the confidence

[your-fave-is-a-pred]

[brainrotcharacters]

i really hold professional adult conversation and eye contact with clients and then turn around waxing poetic about how I want to have a threesome with Deadpool and Wolverine

[supplesnack]

[gomzdrawfr]

Captain John "don't touch my gf" Price and Eira Raven "my personal stress ball" Liu

do you want bear!Price too? then check it out here

[nomstellations]

He sighed deeply, reclining back on the couch as the last of his meal slid down his throat. His stomach grumbled and burbled happily as its prey collected inside, spilling out onto his lap as they settled in. Closing his eyes, he rested his hands on his stomach and gently kneaded into it to massage it. His lover wanted a cozy day in with him- who was he to refuse?

Gently, his lover shifted and started rubbing at his stomach walls in response. They burbled almost happily in response, giving them a massage to match the one given externally. They would need to get up eventually, but neither of them had anything to do today until later...they could afford some time together. And their time together was always spent as close as they could possibly be, one safely tucked inside the other.

[novanoms]

Vore mood of the night:

Overly excited prey, just so full of energy. I like to imagine that they unintentionally can become a nuisance to any pred because they love to investigate and squirm around when in a tum. Maybe the pred has a sensitive stomach and has to ask them to settle down, maybe they enjoy all the sweet fluttering sensations, maybe it tickles, the possibilities are endless!

I especially love the idea of the happy affectionate prey and stone cold pred with this. Just this emotionless being with the most joyful little creature hidden away and just rubbing themselves on the insides like an excited cat/dog. Despite not showing anything, the pred is extremely touch starved because people are afraid of them, so they just feel such a deep affection for the prey. That despite their cold nature on the outside, they’re always so gently with their little buddy, both inside and out. Even when the prey is inside, the stomach walls just barely press to show how the pred really feels.

I just love this idea of little ray of sunshine that’s never felt fear and their terrifying emotionless friend that would do anything in their power to protect it.

[sillyromance]

A prey who lost their senses after a serious injury, then woke up in a tight, warm, wet pouch they soon recognized as a stomach.

At first, this idea shakes them to the very core; the prey begins to panic, frantically pawing slippery walls pulsing around them. Dread overcomes the poor being. What if someone of their enemies took advantage of their state and decided to kill them in such a twisted way? What if it is some kind of a huge carnivorous animal?.. The worst thing is the darkness; tactile sensations don't help much, ears don't hear anything but gurgles and groans, there are no particular smells. And the itching of the prey's wound paired with constantly moving environment of their cramped prison doesn't help at all.

It's overwhelming, disorientating.

"How will I get out of this!?"

But, fortunately, the prey suddenly remembers about a flashlight on their belt. Frantically, they switch it on...

And the very moment sharp electric light illuminates the chamber, a sigh of relief escapes their pale lips.

Perhaps, it's the color. Or some particular details like scars or the wrinkly pattern. But the prey instantly recognized their friend's stomach inside of which they have already spent so many days and nights. Maybe, they hear their friend's voice, too - it tries to resassure the prey, convince them that it's safe here and everything is under control. Soft muscles contract affectionately around the person as the pred attempts to give their little friend a hug. In return, the latter rubs and fondles the walls they were prepared to tear through just a minute ago, then sinks deeper into the pillowy mass. Adrenaline spike has left them weak and drowsy, so the prey tilts their heavy head on the side and instantly falls asleep, feeling soothing circles drown by the pred on their back...

...Outside, the pred sighed in relief, holding their prey-filled belly with both hands.

Thankfully, it went better than they feared it would.

[thechrispyboi]

Currently in the mood to shrink a friend down so I can nom them in public, for them to grow back to full size in my belly so I can be nice and full whilst it’s still our little secret, hiding my round belly under a thick hoodie or something

[feli026]

Igor having unspeakable rizz .mp4