#cw vore

[lotussart]

dissolving your vessel on your tongue or something

[softandworm]

Obsessive Devotion

For @nyoomerr for the SVSSS Gotcha 4 Gaza!! The prompt was "Bingge using Shen Yuan as a chew toy" and I kinda ran with it and went in the extreme direction. Had loads of fun with it :3c They're so normal!! CONTENT WARNING: Blood, Implied vore, Implied cannibalism, Vivid Neons, Eye Strain

[anchored-eats]

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

[once-upon-a-tommorow]

i want to hear preds yearning for their prey

MAKE. 👏

THEM. 👏

YEARN. 👏

[howlsofbloodhounds]

physically, i am watching YouTube. mentally, i am still thinking about vore kink killer. emotionally, i am reminded of that one fic where during sex killer suffers a flashback that leaves him feeling so unsafe that he hides his soul in his partner’s ribcage so theyll protect it and keep it safe.

i wonder if that’s something color could propose to do for killer instead of absorbing his soul. hold him close and safe, if killer’s determination won’t damage or melt color’s fragile body of course.

and maybe that’ll soothe any fear that other stages (1 and 3) would definitely have around the idea of having the soul absorbed—which would represent a complete loss of identity and autonomy, and could have unforeseen consequences of completely changing or killing or mutating color into something unrecognizable—or touched further. especially if no one else can see it or touch it or know where it is and color won’t allow anything to happen to killers soul and is strong enough to defend it and himself.

[fastfur07]

Thicc naga = best naga

[starrierknight]

"he loves me" that's great! he knows what my blood tastes like. he's swallowed it. he's asked me for more.

[twelve-thousand-pizzas]

Note to self for future: Do NOT watch a show with tiny characters, not eat much for dinner, take your testosterone, and then go to bed. Not all of those things together. The hungry and the horny and the itty bitty blorbos WILL boil together in your brain and become “I desperately need to know what my favorite guy’s flesh tastes like” alarmingly fast!

[anchored-eats]

Nothin' to see here. Oh, your buddy's missing? Haven't seen em'.

[turboandfrank1]

Late pizza delivery🍕

⚠️warning⚠️: Kinky and vore

The pizza delivery was very late to deliver Tim but as she hears her door ring and knock at the same time yet? As her and the delivery was having a talked she have no choice but to trick it and devour the pizza delivery again..? Also her boyfriend (Brayden) wasn’t expecting her to Vore it…🍕✨🤤😋

(find out yourself and give a like 👍🏽✨)

[suggesty-kalis]

BAM VORE JUMPSCARE @objekty

[howlsofbloodhounds]

(cw: suggestive)

i want to write something about killer and color's soul thingy, but the kink talk has completely derailed me. now all i can think of is "haha, killer has a vore kink" OH MY LAWD 💀💀💀

and like, i'm mildly (MILDLY) entertaining this train of thought. because i remember reading somewhere that people with a vore kink fantasy don't actually want to do that irl, but the act of being enveloped/consumed by an entity feels very symbolically akin to being held in safety and intimacy. what's more intimate than being enveloped by a being you desire and trust? the idea of "becoming one" with someone is really, really intimate. imagine being whole, because you feel so fractured. you feel like you're missing something, parts of yourself, parts of other people, and now being fused with another being, a being bigger and more whole than you, makes you feel more complete than ever. i say it's very romantic, somewhat in-line with the ancient greek idea of soulmates.

and i think color may disagree with that idea lol. giving all of yourself up to someone is not equivalent to true happiness. you cannot sustain yourself on one type of love forever. you cannot fully heal until you learn to love yourself, to accept that your broken shards are you.

~ crowshipping anon

I had to stop and stare for a moment because huh? Killer? Vore kink? What.

Then i did a little research, like 19 minutes at most and will probably do more later, but now im actually thinking about it.

if killer ultimately craves safety and this is the one way that felt safe and familiar before, and color is powerful and not chara or nightmare and wont use this sense of enmeshment to hurt (which he wouldn’t and killer eventually learns to realize that even if he never fully manages to trust or get close with another to this extent), then i can see this being a particularly strong fantasy of his; especially when the means of making it reality is potentially right there.

i wonder if he’ll feel pleased if it were to actually happen, or if the knowledge that its just fantasy and color doesn’t agree and wouldn’t likely agree to a literal fusion or absorption—or a “vore” is a word—is what makes him feel safe and secure enough to think about it. i wonder what are ways color could indulge him a bit even if they don’t ever actually do it and work towards a more healthy view on relationships and love, even if killer still ultimately keeps his fantasy/kink.

ah nice going crow now you got me thinking about vore kink killer 😞. why do I actually wanna hear more about this

[dogboyboyshorts]

chillin on the weekend like usual

drawin betty grof and simon petrikoov

[wholegrainvore]

this wip has been taking so insanely long to write so ummmm here’s a Sneak Peek

[what-have-i-unleashed]

thank you for the endorsement @freakstertoff >:3 i am now gonna subject everyone to soul vore kink killer. i write this as i go so uhhh probably not good writing lol

(cw: soul vore, vore kink, my terrible attempts at depicting soul sex)

color and killer sit chest-to-chest to each other, as color link hands with killer, their fingers intertwining, their arms on both sides of their bodies. color summons his soul, a white heart in contrast to killer's crimson red. they stare at each other's soul, both filled with sudden pang of nervousness.

"are you good with this, killz?" color asks softly. "we can stop if you want."

killer curls his fingers holding color's hands, as if anchoring himself and pulling color closer. "... i want this," he says, as his heart-shaped soul wavers only a bit. whether from uncertainty or apprehension, he couldn't tell.

color looks at him, searching. then he softens his gaze as he leans forward, his forehead touching killer's.

"it's okay. i got you."

color's soul moves towards killer's, their edges touching, and killer lets out a surprised gasp at the sudden heat that blooms from his chest. the heat is scorching, but it tastes of static on his tongue. like waddling through plasma. color stops, but killer grasps at him, nudging, insistent.

"no no, do it again. do it again."

and so, color does. slowly and carefully. guiding each millimeter of his pristine white being into killer's cold mangled hybrid self. killer wills himself to be smaller, more vulnerable, more docile, in the presence of his beloved. he wants to worm his way into color and never leave, basking in the warmth it generates.

eventually, color's soul fully captures killer's inside of it. and killer lets his head fall onto color's shoulder, lightly mewling at the sensation coursing through his magic body. the light buzz of electricity that occasionally tingles. the heat that never stops consuming his bones. he tries to curl his body into a fetal position, wishing he could crawl into color's ribs and be so safe and protected.

more. more. his magic cries as it pulses inside of color. killer finds himself surrounded in the pure fuzzy feelings that color is emanating in his magic field. and now being one with color, killer can tell that what they are. love. adoration. admiration.

killer weakly tries to ping those emotions back, but he cannot make them form into the proper waves. he's blind, confused like a newborn cat. he wants to reciprocate, but his senses are dull and his soul is unresponsive.

it's okay, it's okay, beloved. you don't have to do anything. color says in their merged self. he's everywhere. enveloping killer. inside killer. the sensation is overwhelmingly wonderful.

stay. killer can only offer a feeble request. he wants to say more but unable to. 'stay forever. let me stay like this forever.' his broken soul wouldn't let him. and he wants to sob and cry at that.

once again, color hugs him, both his body and his being. don't cry. you're perfect the way you are.

and killer drifts off, satisfied.

[safe-things-only-promise]

See-Through Belly

(This is already a au of mine but I gave N a vore-y twist for this blog!)

N: D-Don't look... It looks dumb...

I found a fun "heart beat" animation and had to use it for this