#cw vore

[rainathrownaway]

It's not a pet, it's a snack.

do not fucking buy your friends or relatives a micro for christmas. this is not new pet season

[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

[cruel-hiraeth]

i can see yuuta being into indirect vore…convincing you to climb into rika’s mouth because nothing makes him happier than seeing his loves together…

[what-have-i-unleashed]

we will all end here

for my detested @howlsofbloodhounds. this is what you get.

killer looks at the house where he has been told color is currently held in. it doesn’t look special - there is just an ordinary front door, tucked into a shadowed corner of the old house. when killer puts his hand on the knob, it gives way so smoothly that killer has to pause for a moment.

beyond the door is a hallway, abnormally long and faintly glowing with a cool turquoise and lavender light. it looks cozy - almost too cozy in fact. the air smells faintly metallic, like pennies soaked in salt water, and the walls are curved inward just enough to make one feel as if they were being funneled forward.

killer steps inside, his snow-soaked winter boots landing on what looks like to be polished marble tiles. they shimmer faintly, the glow flickering as he walks step by step. the floor gives a soft, wet squelch, though when he looks down, the tiles seem dry with no stains.

“hello?” killer calls out, his voice falling flat in the oppressively large space. just how long is this corridor?

the more killer walks, he can feel the hallway seem to stretch on, longer than it should be. he walks faster, trying to shake the growing uneasy feeling that starts to develop in his lead-laden soul.

after some agonizing time has passed, killer reaches out to steady himself against the wall as his vision swims. but it isn’t smooth plaster he feels - his hand contacts something warm, soft, and damp, like skin. hastily, he snatches his hand back, a faint, gooey residue clinging to his fingers that shimmers in colors he can’t name.

something's wrong.

you should leave now.

killer turns his back, sprinting towards where the exit should be. and the door is... gone. behind him, the hallway seems to shrink in towards him, its tiles now shifting faintly.

his stomach turns. “just an old house,” he mutters, trying to convince himself.

he can do nothing but continue his trek. the air grows thicker as he walks and walks the endless corridor, the metallic smell now intensifying to a nauseous degree. ahead, the hallway curves sharply, the light shifting to a deep, honeyed amber. something about the bend ahead feels wrong, as if the corridor were holding its breath.

killer rounds the corner, and freezes.

the corridor doesn’t end in a door to anywhere, but in a massive, circular opening, its edges ringed with jagged shapes that gleamed wetly in the dim light. for a moment, he thinks they are shards of glass, but as the light caught them, they twitches and flexes organically.

teeth, his mind supplies, probably way too late.

the opening pulses, its edges quivering like lips on the verge of speech. beyond it is pure darkness - an expanse so vast and deep it makes his head spin. faint golden lights winks at him, pulsing in an irregular rhythm, like distant stars with a heartbeat.

killer takes a step back. the floor beneath him ripples, almost playfully, knocking him off his balance. the walls begin to close in, their slick surface glistening like a hungry beast in anticipation of a meal.

“no, no, no!” he shouts, spinning around, but the hallway behind him has transformed. the cold marble tiles are gone, replaced by something soft and pink. killer finds himself stuck in the fleshy trap, slowly sinking as if he was standing in quicksand.

a low, guttural sound echoes from around him, not quite a growl but not quite laughter either. the air shifts, releasing an unpleasant acidic smell invading his nostrils.

the maw of the opening above him somehow stretches even wider, the teeth shining wetly as they part, and killer feels the suction grow stronger. he can't feel his leg anymore, and the hallway gave a final heave, throwing him forward into the gaping dark of the leech-like organism.

for a moment, he feels weightless, suspended in the void. the golden lights swirl around him, blinking like enormous eyes. only, they aren’t stars at all.

the last thing he feels is himself unraveling - not only his body, but his mind. memories, thoughts, and fears peeled away, swallowed into the endless, living dark.

then the maw closes with a satisfied sigh, and the hallway is still once more.

[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 👍🏽✨)

[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'.

[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

[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

[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