#fuck it! the vore tags can have it!!

[sun-gut]

prey that gives you a fuck of a stomachache every time you eat them but you do it anyway because they taste really good. send tweet

(18+)

[turner-strait]

oh hey i just saw one (1) person make (implied) pepstavo naughties on the bird app. yay.

[what-the-hell-is-going-on-here]

welp. it happened. new mutuals get out of here this is officially your warning of this being a stuffing post /lh

ive been brainrotting over 0 SO HARD lately if yall couldn't tell.. especially in the stuffing/vore way........ i need that man to have a NICE, HOMECOOKED MEAL FOR ONCE IN HIS GODDAMN LIFE UUGGGHHHHH......

i somehow created this BEAUTY of a doodle while thinking too hard soo.. ENJOY :3 i might make some sort of ramble post to follow this but who knows . click the 2nd one for the (almost) fullbody since tumblr hates me and loves to crop my images

HEHEHEHEHEHEHE 0,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, i give him kissy

[hurlingdown]

HUNGRY WORK — TOP! MALE! READER X RORONOA ZORO

synopsis. these days, making love to zoro feels different. it always leaves a part of you so complex and insatiable, like you're always hungry for more. or: you come into terms with the raw hunger that has wormed itself into your every living thought. wc. 2.1k

tags. sub! zoro, dom! reader. religious sex, porn with feelings, by that i mean so so much feelings, body worship, metaphorical womb-fucking, breeding kink, mentions of vore, unhinged religious dirty talk lol. title taken from a hozier song.

There are many shapes that want can take form in. For you, there’s only one. 

Zoro lies underneath you, basking in the glow of the tender sunrays, stretching lazily like a cat. The corners of his lips are lifted, and there’s something quietly smug about the way he’s looking at you, watching as you sit back on your haunches and roll your hips against him. 

“Mmm. Feels good.” 

“Yeah?” you whisper. You didn’t mean for it to come out like a whisper, but it just did. The sight of him so sweetly unfurled by your touch, the way he would part his thighs a little more without having you coax them apart, being so comfortably unguarded around you, so carelessly vulnerable. It left you breathless. 

“Yeah,” he says. His lidded gaze never leaves you, not even once, silently waiting. For what, you think, is the question. A flip of the coin could bring about maelstrom and thunder and Zoro—Zoro would follow. It was the fun part of him, in the thick of all the pieces you want to consume within you: keep him inside, away from the rest of the world, in a picture of a locket hung on a throbbing heart. 

You wish it were that easy. 

“Something’s—mm.” He parts his lips to let out a soft, guttural moan as the tip of your cock crushes against his sweet spot. “Something’s on your mind.” 

It was always, always like that. The way he reads you as though he were deciphering text, and the funny thing about all of it was that Zoro does not read, but he reads you still. You feel your heart squeeze at his small, concerned frown, dark grey turning silver under shallow light. 

You want to crawl into him, or swallow him whole, it doesn’t matter. You would resort to begging if you could, you would drain the sea and burn every gritty bit of this vile world into cinder and offer him its remains in the shape of a heart on a platter, if you could. 

Death was far too light of a promise. 

“It’s alright,” you tell him, because you’re not alright, but it doesn’t matter. 

He gives you a look, one that tells you to try harder, not convinced. His hands skid up your forearms, resting in the crook of your elbow, thumbs pressing into the tender meat there. Then he takes one and guides it to palm the sharp jowl of his cheek, and nestles his face into it. 

You seize a shaky breath. You're not sure why it happens at first, but it does.

“Move,” he murmurs, nudging his hips against the base of your cock, as though he doesn’t see the way your eyes burn with the water of tears, doesn’t feel the stutter of your heart in the way his lips press into your pulse. 

“No. You don’t,” you choke, throat tightening, “you don’t understand.” 

Do I have to? is what you think he would say, but he doesn’t, only sighs. 

“You don’t know how I feel about you,” you say, feeling oddly defensive. “You’d feel sick to your stomach if you did.” 

His eyelid flutters close until there you can barely, barely see the tint of grey beneath, unwilling to acknowledge you, but he’s listening. 

“You would hate me,” you continue, almost rambling at this point, baffled as to why it feels so hard to breathe all of a sudden, like you’re drowning in your own false words. “Sure, you would pretend not to, because you’re good at that stuff, and I’m not. You would pretend to love me. You wouldn’t even mention it to the crew—and—and everything’s going to be fine, but in reality it wouldn’t be because you’d hate me.” 

You want him to see you. Both sides of you. The one he fell in love with—the sinless, pristine one on the surface; and the one who wanted to carve yourself into him, take him apart and devour him wholly. 

Zoro’s quiet, and you’re seized with a sudden fear that maybe he did fall asleep, and you were talking your heart bare to nobody. But then he opens his good eye, and there’s almost nothing, nothing within, except for a warmth so potent and all-consuming, so tender and selfless, that it sends sweet bile rising in your throat, makes you want to kiss and take and love so much, all because he is willing. 

The words come out all wrong. 

“I can’t stay,” you tell him, weakly. “Not if it’s like this.” Not if it feels as though I’m hiding myself from you, constantly, always. I want you to love me. The whole of me. Please. 

There’s too little to fill the silence, each moment pressing new bruises into skin, branding a new kind of ache into you. “Say something. Zoro.” You’re desperate, even for a goodbye. A profanity. Anything.

It takes him a while to respond. But then all he says is, low and unwavering, as though none of this is affecting him, none of this matters to him as it does to you—

“I won’t keep you if you leave.” 

The words sink in for half a second, before your eyes snap to his—in hurt, bewilderment, both, you don’t know. You suppose you are deserving of his harsh words, but it still tears into you like a jagged, unsharpened blade, an ugly tool only meant for breaking. You prepare yourself for the next. 

“—but I want to.” 

It drowns you like a tidal wave. 

You would’ve thought you were dreaming, if not for the tightening of his fingers wound around your wrist, as though to forbid themselves from trembling. A strong, firm grip, heavy warmth oozing from underneath. Zoro’s hands have always been the steadiest part of him, if not his heart. 

“Do you understand?” he asks, almost pleading, and the sound trickles into every crook of your soul. 

“Okay,” you whisper. You find that you can breathe, finally. “Okay.” 

“I won’t keep you,” he continues, “because you are free. I don’t own you. But I want to. Gods, I want to.” 

Zoro does not believe in god, but he will pray to a religion of your name. 

You sink your teeth into your lower lip, stifling any noise, but your vision blurs and all of a sudden there’s wetness spilling down your cheeks and dribbling onto the face of your lover. You wipe them away with your thumb, sucking in a wobbly breath, but they keep coming and coming, trying to submerge you in a sea where everything will drown. 

“Fuck—shit, ’m sorry. Give me a sec.” 

It's no longer fresh pain, but to have him here, his touch surrounding you, telling you that what you feel for him—this carnal hunger that has wormed its way into your every living thought—is the truth, is the surviving, that you aren’t insane, and it makes you ache so impossibly sweet. Because he wants you too, wants to own you in a way that he knows he shouldn’t, can’t. It grounds you to reality. 

You feel his hand on your cheek, a soundless comfort in return, and you lean against it. 

But then all of a sudden, in a twist of events far too brisk for your liking, there’s a sharp glint to his smile, and he coos in a disgusting voice, “Aww, crybaby,” because of course he would. Frustrated, you snap up and thrust your hips against him, and he yelps, letting go of your face to fist the sheets, surprised. 

This is the fun part of Zoro, you recall. Always. Maelstrom and thunder. 

“You’re a bastard,” you hiss. “We were having a moment!” 

“Were we?” He tosses you a dirty smirk, legs locking around your waist so casually and innately that makes something inside you churn. “You were the one, ah, fucking into me so suddenly, if I recall.” 

He has no cover, as usual, vulgar and to the point, and you begin to think that somewhere within him dwells a part as hideous and self-seeking as yours. 

“I don’t plan on stopping,” you mutter, fingers pressing bruises into his hips as you ram back into his hole. “Zoro. I want—I want to do so many things to you. With you. You have no idea.” 

The drop in tone makes his demeanour shift. Slightly, but you see it. These things do not escape you easily.

“I know,” is his breathless reply. “Please.” 

“I want you so much it drives me mad,” you breathe, “I don’t just—want this, and I am happy if this is all you want to give, but I want all of you. Every inch. Every scar. I want to read your body like a book. The insides and the outsides. All of it.” 

He lets out a soft almost-whine at your words, head tilting to the side to expose his neck. “Please,” he repeats, with a little more meaning. 

“I want to—to break you apart and seal you back together because that would mean I created you. This version of you, not some dirty god out there, not some nameless devil. Zoro, do you understand? Zoro.” 

“Yeah,” he pants. “Yeah, please. Do it. I want it.” 

“I want to carve you, bone and marrow. I want to make your womb swollen with me, they're gonna think someone's knocked you up. Make you all mine. Fuck, I want to eat you,” you groan, “want it so much I think about it every day—want to bite you, sink my teeth into you, drink in your blood.” 

Zoro’s pupils are blown wide with lust, and he clenches around you, gasping. “Fuck. Yeah, do whatever you want, I want it all, so please, already—” 

That’s his answer enough, and you bend down to kiss his exposed neck, nipping and biting carelessly, leaving a trail of raw purple wherever your teeth go. You pound into him harder, and he moans, snaking a hand to grip the back of your head, pressing you against him, as though you weren’t close enough, still. 

“You’re so beautiful,” you whisper, and it feels like a truth’s been pulled out from you. “So divine. I want to ruin you.” 

Zoro shudders in your arms, and he gives a shaky nod, strong arms compressing you from above, keeping his thundering chest pressed to yours. “Ruin me,” he rasps, “and leave a scar, so everyone would know you did it.” 

Then he’s seizing a sharp breath, pulling you into a kiss as sweet moans needier than the last spill into your mouth like sour wine, and you vaguely hear the wet splatter of his come against skin before his hole grips you wickedly tight.  

How ironic.

These are the words that you last register when you finally spill out all of your sin into him, and he locks up around you tight to keep it all inside his filthy, tarnished womb, and it takes you straight to heaven. 

You cry out in pleasure, or maybe it’s him who does. Holy light pours into you from above, and you part your lips to drink in it. 

It might have taken a minute, or two—maybe more, but you feel so blissed out and high that it takes you a moment to notice that you’re almost sinking, all the strength leaving your body. You realise that the thing beneath you is the only thing that belongs to you. It is solid, and warm, and you hold it to your chest to feel it breathe. 

“Y’okay?” your thing asks you between heavy breaths, and you shake your head, far too dizzy. 

There’s a low chuckle, one that resonates in the entirety of it. And as the vibrations seep into you wave by wave, tremor after tremor, there’s a slow, heavy bubbling in your chest. It begins in small fizzes, like the ones that froth when billows collide, but then it starts to grow larger, and larger, like hot, gurgling lava in the midst of a volcano. It feels tight, hard to breathe, almost. 

“Zoro?” you ask, unsure, and the hand on the nape of your neck squeezes. 

“I’m here,” he answers, tiredly. Always here. 

“I feel weird," you tell him, truthfully.

“Is it a good kind of weird?” 

You take a second to think, that he must be right. “... yeah. Maybe.” 

“Then it’s fine,” he sighs, arms wounding around your shoulders to shift your weight to the side. “You deserve to feel good.” 

He presses the side of your face to his chest, your ear right above his heart, before slowly drifting into slumber. 

The bubbling within you simmers, gradually, over time, and you close your eyes. You deserve to feel good, his words echo in the dark. 

It hits you, the belated apprehension, that this—whatever you’re feeling—is happiness. 

It breathes life into you.  masterlist! # feeding the zoro lovers. repost of my old work btw - fav thing i've ever written for him so far. zoro canonically has a complicated relationship with god and religion so it was fun to explore how he views religion in carnal desire

now all i need is to write something filthy for his asura form

[stonerbellybabe]

Figured I should make a pinned post.

I’m SBB, a she/her feedee in my mid twenties. I was super skinny through high school but gained some weight accidentally in college (thanks weed) and figured out I was Into it in late 2020. I now have a long-term boyfriend/feeder who I met on the Fetish Internet several years ago. I’m into stuffing and gaining, but I also like to stay active for my mental and physical health. I fucking love milkshakes and popcorn, and I don’t eat mammals or birds. I’m currently in a pretty intense graduate program so I don’t always have a ton of time for feedee activities, but when I take breaks I always find my way back here.

A non-exhaustive list of things I’m into: Weed, stuffing, gaining, pregnancy (but only like. conceptually), biking, crafts, houseplants, going into the woods and picking stuff up (the crow instinct)

Some things I’m not into: vore, death feedism, immobility, unsolicited pictures of you

You can find my content here and on my ig under the same name. My boyfriend also posts me on his Reddit (bqb13) and occasionally on curvage (SBBBF). If you see my stuff up anywhere else please let me know.

Thanks for reading! If you’re new here may I suggest perusing my #before and after tag 😎

[oceanlipgloss]

MEAT SHOP

BEELZEBUB.

+ warnings: dark themes, erotic hues, graphic descriptions of horror and gore, inclusion of vore, strong language.

+ female mc, feminine pronouns.

No restaurant could ever dream of offering such buttery meat—never to be sold in any boucherie.

A precise percentage of fat. A measured amount of muscle. The perfect mix of flavours. Raw flesh softened into dough between his bloody teeth. Dead cells trickled down his smiling lips in strawberry streaks.

Her bones cracked like candy in his mouth, but she didn’t taste sweet.

A once-in-a-lifetime blend. Not flavoured like heaven. Paradise isn’t even a good thing, now is it?

Fuck, how long he had been waiting!

So close. He was so close! And yet, he was losing his fucking mind. Though God had created him a ravenous madman, sanity was still slipping through his feverish fingers and down his trembling hands. Like oil and grease.

There was no time to cut the cake. No time, no time, no time. None at all! None whatsoever. He had to rip a bite out of her.

No, no, no, no.

Hold it.

This is an only chance. Jackpot. A once-in-a-lifetime meal, remember? Even if it wasn’t a full course, lunch, breakfast, or so much as a snack.

He can never indulge in this grade of meat anymore.

Somewhere, in an insignificant corner of his scattering mind, the thought made him sad. What a shame it is for such exquisite food to never be enjoyed again.

Later, later. As for now!

Should he swallow her whole or rip flesh and bone apart first? Choke down meat or savour flavour? Lick blood or drink plasma?

In the end, he didn’t take the time to peel smooth skin back like he would have done with chocolate wrappers.

He couldn’t do it.

Not too long ago he had sent her an invitation into his bathtub. Locked up her hot body between his legs. With every kiss fabric melted off.

What a dirty human. He could smell the fucking arousal on her.

Dumb, clueless bitch.

Everything had to be just right. He did not want to miss the burst of even one particular cell. He hadn’t wanted to risk watering down the palate. So there were no flowers. There was no water. Nothing. Just pristine enamel. And him. It was empty.

His lips had kissed her shoulder softly.

And then his teeth had bitten down.

Gentle.

Hard.

Harder still.

He had torn away a piece of her.

What do humans say?

Oh, but of course.

‘Bon apetit!’

The tub overflowed with blood. Fetid burgundy burst under his weight and pooled onto the bathroom floor.

No difference between candied cherries and blood clots. Ligaments and tendons. Flecks of flesh and bits of bone. Broken fingers and curled toes. Cartilage that’s hard, but much softer than stone. He devoured them all, polished stains off glossy marble.

No crime scene or slaughterhouse could have compared.

His smile shone. He felt a little bit empty. Was it regret? Well, it’s too late! Such pleasure is worth every regret in the world. His guts ached in longing under his grimy nails. So good, though not yet full.

How he wanted more!

He adored the putrid pain, the harmonious flavour, the very gore.

So little remained of her...she couldn’t even be called a corpse.

No more. Not in any meat shop.

Once was not enough.

With trembling fingertips and a strange, twisted love, he stroked the girl’s skull.

Oh, you stupid little human, you.

If only there were more of you.

+tag: @/kanatashinkaifr does a gory jumpscare sound good to u? :P

+notes: Beel is very much thriller material. There is a cold-blooded, unstable part of him. A true gluttony incarnate—lusting for flesh, eating all there is, leaving nothing behind. No matter what resides in his heart and who the victim is, he's a devil and his sin continues to rule him. Even if he does manage to resist eating MC, his desire to devour her is a flame that still burns. Inspired by the in-game screenshots in this post.

This, my people, was a dark pleasure to write. Blood and meat, dear peeps ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I want to write more stuff like this in the future. I kid you not, I almost felt free for a minute. *Rubbing hands like a villain fly* hail horror, hail gore!

+ MASTERLIST

+ AO3 POST

©𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨

[dirtybg3confessions]

Dead Dove: Do Not Eat Policy

What does Dead Dove: Do Not Eat mean?

Originally a reference to the show Arrested Development, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat in fandom refers to potentially upsetting content within a fanwork. Literally a "What you see in the tags is what you get, interact at your own risk."

What is considered Dead Dove on this blog?

Confessions that include the following will receive a dead dove tag: dubcon (dubious consent), noncon (non-consent), gratuitous violence or gore, vore, incest/psuedoincest, abduction/kidnapping, beastiality, piss, scat, and emeto (vomit)

These confessions will have the following tags: "dd:dne", "dbg3 dd:dne", and content warnings regarding specific subject mater "cw: subject"

Beastiality? But, you can literally fuck a bear in game.

Beastiality will be defined as anything you need to cast "speak with animals" to have a conversation with. Druids in wild shape will not count, nor will goblins/ogres/etc.

Ok, I don't want to see any of that on my dash.

Great! We'll be using the tags "dd:dne" and "dbg3 dd:dne" on confessions with Dead Dove content. Feel free to block appropriately.

[antimony-medusa]

Please Consider The Implications Of Assigning Every Character Dad In The Tag, I Am Begging You

Okay so we have to discuss something here.

I know a lot of people are coming in QSMP from DSMP, where the primary fandom focus, so to speak, was on underage creators. In that setting, and in an environment where people are heavily against shipping, assigning people into a family dynamic makes sense. I have my woes about the flattening nature of family dynamic but seeing a few teens and a few adults and going “siblings and parents” makes sense.

Not every environment in this world is that environment though, and sometimes certain dynamics in an open environment has *connotations*. In the same way that if you have a parent helping a child bathe that’s one thing but two adults in the shower is an entirely different tone, in the same way that an adult threatening to punish a teenager is either corrective or abusive, depending on the setting, but an adult threatening to punish another adult tends more towards “kinky”, if you have Grown-Ass Adults who are like 12 years apart in age and you are insisting they have parent/child pseudo-adoptive relationship, you did not necessarily make it automatically platonic, you just made it kinky. Looking at an older man and going “Dad” and getting the warm and tinglies about that and the idea of them taking care of you when you are an adult— there’s a term for that. That’s a Daddy Kink. That’s where Daddy Issues jokes come from. That’s not a thing where the first or only read is platonic. Platonic reads certainly exist, but for your broad open audience of the whole internet it’s not necessarily the first thing they think of. It’s literally fine but guys. Please. I’m dying here.

I have no problems with a daddy kink, it’s one of the myriad ways to navigate the mysterious knot of impulses that is human sexuality. You can even do kink in a non-sexual way, and plenty of people interact with kinks like fearplay, vore, bondage, hypnosis, predator/prey— I could keep listing them here— you can interact with that in a way that is honestly non-sexual. But that doesn’t mean it’s non-kinky. You are doing a kink. It’s fine to be doing a kink. I am an adult talking to adults about this. Kink is fine. But like, you have GOT to realize at some point what you’re putting in the tag.

I’m fine with shipping! I’m fine with kink! I just would like the kink on my dash to acknowledge that it’s kinking on something!

If you find older people strangely compelling and you want to trust them and you want to call them dad and have them take care of you/a different character you’re focused on, that is fine. If you want to focus on the relationship between a “parent” and their “little” who are both adults, again, fine. Honourable way to navigate the world. We all have fun here.

But I am BEGGING you to realize that certain dynamics have connotations when everybody involved is adults, and constantly going on about how someone is dad-coded or dad-shaped when you are not like, 15, it has a *vibe*. It has a vibe is all I’m saying! And it’s not a platonic vibe!

If you are looking at someone who is 21 fucking years old and you are focused on finding them a dad from an assortment of men who are just over a decade their senior, you are either infantilizing them like whoa or you are doing a daddy kink i am sorry to tell you. If you are constantly talking about how someone who is a decade older than you is dad(dy)— like, please. This is inescapable. My kingdom for people who approach my guys without this lens. If I have to see you doing this to Niki Nihachu I’m going to throw myself into the sea.

[hemipenal-system]

👋 some words at the beginning (subject to change)

this is a nsfw blog. minors ily but you gotta fuck off this isn’t for you. also if i catch you without an age in bio thats gonna be a block

also dni if you’re homophobic, a pedo, or a zoo.

⬆️ needs to be reworded but im not doing that rn

flirt with me and die if i do not know you

new addendum as of 11/17/23: given what i learned about how utterly useless the block function on here is, which you can and should read here, the situation mentioned below with explicit content will be the only reason i block a blog in order to maintain my posts staying within their intended audience of legal adults. this rule will continue until i am made aware that the errors in the block function have been corrected.

posts here may include: bondage, primal stuff, petplay, praise/degradation, monsterfuckery, furry content, vore, breeding (but not pregnancy), (soft) cnc, all kinds of weird physical/mental shit

posts here will not include: scat, (human) feet (there may be rare mention of monster feet), vomit, harder cnc

kinks (on my own posts only) will be tagged for ease of blacklisting. if i miss one please gently lmk it was likely an accident. reblogs are usually not tagged. you can read more about tagging policy here

ask etiquette: send me things! be nice though! also please no overtly sexual images of real people but other images are fine. i also love being tagged in things. i almost never rp with people though, if you have to ask if i’m comfortable doing that with you the answer is probably no.

new, likely indefinite addendum on the above point: if i open your blog and am immediately slammed with very very explicit untagged/flagged genitalia photos that may well constitute a block just heads up

i’m trans, so a significant portion of my content is gonna be aimed at trans people! misgendering me/characters is an instant block. we don’t fw that.

please send asks i adore them!

longer fiction under the cut (this will have a better system eventually)

i think that’s everything! have fun!

longer stuff:

dragon/human, m/f, oral, soft oral vore

mimic, fatal vore (idk why this one renders weird)

the kinktober posts:

teratovember:

[z3r0th3h3r0]

"Hi! Welcome to my super cool and better then yours blog!"

OC info

"Haiii!!! My name is Zero!!!! I'M NOT A MURDERER OR A CANNIBAL I HAVE NOT COMMITTED MULTIPLE FELONIES"

More info:

Age: 11

Birthday: 0ct 31

Pronouns: He/It

Sexuality: Aromatic

Species: Voidlin

Extra: "Has BPD and Good Child Syndrome. Transgender AND MY PARENT IS UNPLEASENT SO DON'T TALK BAD OR THEY WILL FANUM TAX YOUR GRIMACE SHAKE >:((("

"Anyways this is me btw if you care :3"

Creator info

Hi! My name is Alice!

Age: 13

Birthday: Jan 21

Gender: Genderfluid, uses any prns expect for neo prns!!

Sexuality: Panace

Ethnicity: American-El Salvadoran

Extra: I HAVE ADHD AND AUTISM SO I'M MORE SILLY THEN YOU HAHAHAHA

Main Acc: @objectenthusiastperson

Blog info

- On this blog you can ask:

Zero

0

Z3r0

- I'm just a little shit poster

- I'm mainly gonna roleplay on this

- Yeah

- You can ask if you want but idc I'm not forcing you

Rules

- Please no NSFW asks, Zero is a minor and so am I

- Please use Zero's prns when roleplay but my prns when ooc

- Be respectful to everyone if they have a opinion about something

- PLEASE DON'T SHIP ZERO!!! He's not interested in love dovey relationships

Warning

This blog contains swearing, blood, violence, scenes of depression etc

DNI

- Basic dni (homophobes, transphobes, racist etc)

- Kink blogs

- Vore blogs (sorry T_T)

- GutsUnderSweaters fans/supporters

- RCTA

- PROSHITTERS COMSHITTERS AND DARKSHITTERS FUCK OFF

Here some relations ig

@unplezinggradie -PAPA!!!! (This is also an account I run

@1nf3ct3d-x3 -papa's stupid stinky roommate >:(

@m4ng0-t34 -Bestie!!!

@fleshcousin-m-x-25 -Friend!!!

@four-corners-dude - Guy on my hit list

Tags

- Asks- #zeroasks

- Posts- #Zeroposts

- Reblogs- #Zeroreblogs

- Posting OOC- #cynooc

- Strawpage- #strawpage chaotics

STRAWPAGE

[owlgirlfluff]

Hello! This is Crystal and this is my kink blog! 25+ year old trans lesbian. This is mainly an AB/DL blog but I believe there is a line and it's the sexualization of littles (those who regress nonsexually) I . Also I am a trans woman not a FUCKING CISSY. Sissy blogs and "professional mommy" scam blogs will be shot on sight. Trans sissys are on thin ice. if isee you tagging your trans selfies with humiliated sissy tags you r getting the bullet too.

I have a fetish around the like autistic feeling of THICKNESS and poofynees like. I love tiddies, pillows, big poofy dresses, chubby girls, and of course diapers. Which to me are just big pillows you wear around your crotch.

So yeah I'm much more of a DL than an AB though I have found therapeutic rewards from regressing recently. Outside of strict DL stuff I mainly incorporate AB elements for the humiliation aspect.

Outside of ab/dl my main kinks include petplay, slaveplay, inanimate tfs, hypnosis, vore, and praise kink. If plush sensations are my physical fetish then I would say a general wanting to be owned and desired/objectified is my emotional one.

I am already happily owned and this is more of a place where I can kinkpost, maayyyyybe share pictures where my face is edited/cropped out, and maybe write some fics.

[unkillablegod]

rae, 30, she/they, bi, vers switch. france. half catgirl, half puppygirl, one hundred percent feral gremlin with an obvious god complex. currently studying for a master's degree in film & the audiovisual arts. this is a personal, nsft blog that i use mostly to vent, post about k!nk & share lewds! USED TO BE: FERALGOD & YOURFERALGOD BEFORE BEING UNCEREMONIOUSLY NUKED (:

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒, 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 pegging ; begging ; blindfolding ; bondage ; body worship ; branding ; breath play ; breeding ; cock, ball & pussy torture ; consensual nonconsent ; corruption ; ddlg & mmlb  ; dacryphilia ; degradation ; desacration ; dom/sub ; dumbification ; edging ; forced orgasm ; free-use ; hair pulling ; impact play ; knife-play ; masochism ; master/slave ; objectification ; over-stimulation ; orgasm control ; pain play ; pet play ; piss play ; power play ; role-play ; sadism ; somnophilia ; voice kink ; voyeurism ; video/photography ; worship

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒 vore ; scatology ; vomit ; extreme body modification ; birthing ; inflation ; self-harm ; age-play ; diapers ; enemas ; clothespins; needles ; pins ; cheating ; race play

[pineappleparfaitie]

AAAAAAAAA

Person made response and mentioned me so ya

Lots of shit under cut

lets go

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Screenshot from OPs post

Person is refering to this

My takeaway:

While I think this specifically was blown out of proportion by op who ill call Vee - I do agree this isnt the best way for Suzy to conduct herself. However this isnt like the torture commentx i use slapping someone with a wet fish as a joke and its exaggerated. This also applies to Suzy here however hers is much more violent and no one expects her to be able to pulverise anyone into red paste. However i admit it isnt a good look.

2

Screenshot of Vees post:

my takeaway:

While i agree however most NSFW blogs use tags that are only used by nsfw vore accounts and dont use stuff like extreme cuddling for example to separate themselves from the SFW crowd. Most people who are artists are well aware that genitals ≠ NSFW , ive seen many statues, paintinfs ect as part od my school program with genetelia. Does that make it porn?No . Thats the first bit

Second bit is if the OP INTENDED for this to be sexual they should use nsfw tags or sexual ones if thats their goal. Seriously why tf would a fetish acc tag their shit as anything other than kink,fetish amd nsfw?Your example doesnt make sense as ive stated genetlia isnt a good comparison here. Its a fetish.Its on THEM to tag their shit accordingly.

Third. Yeah no i agree with the 2nd half of the post most of it anyway. The reason they say well respected person i. THe community is cause I said that in my previous posts regarding this. I said that not Vee

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Screenshot of Vees post

my takeaway:

Heres why /why not:

Vore is a latin word first of all. Its used as a slang term for vorarephilia. Its in reference to the act of eatinf another.

Heres where stuff is different.

Eating someone alive is a trope used in cartoons for ages , Tom and Jerry, Miss Frizzles magic school bus, Disney shows have it, Nick shows act ect ect. Its a trope in media.

Diapers ,Feet, Pee is not a trope in media. These are not thinfs that are tropes and common accurances thag are explored. If its used its for comedic purposes in kids cartoons.

Vore is one thing as it can be nonsexual and sfw.

Diapers ,Feet and PISS fetishes should not be exposed to minors - sexual or not these are not things minors would even remember seeing in csrtoons growing up.

And Sadomasochism/sadism/masochism is just NO. This is not okay this is shit kids should not look at as it will cause them to see this stuff as okay and fuck them up it is the pleasure in ones or another pain its fucked kids should not even know about this

Alao this is so stupid its not a kink or fetish anymore if its nonsexual its a different thing for God sake. Kink is something that has to do with sexual fantasies and whatnot. Fetish is simmilar but its more to do with objects and certain situations.

If its not sexual, then you dont have a fucking kink or a fetish you just enjoy that shit.

4

Screenshot of Vees post

My takeaway:

Yeah this is true Suzy did do this however i wasnt able tk find any dates on the archived posts that could help me see how recent some of this stuff was. One post/reblof a friend helped me out with was from June 27th . However if Vee can provide dates to the archived posts or tell me howtl to see em on the links provided that would be great.

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Screenshot of Vees post:

My takeaway:

Vee, thats not ableism

Ableism definition

When i said that both sides were not the sharpest tool in the shed- i meant this.

Vee youre anonymus i dont know if youre disabled or not.

It is mot ableist to call someone stupid for doing a stupid thing. It is not ablesim if i say a commonly used phrase to say someone isnt very bright.

Im not saying this cause i think people with disabilities are lesser ik for a favt that byllcrap ik multiple disabled people who sre smarte than me and better than me. But by your logic if i aay the word IDIOT its ableist?

Idk how Suzy feels about me rn, i still have respect for her and see her in a positive way but i will call my friends stupid when they do something stupidm i will say they werent smart for doing something idiotic.

As for the last bit while your intent was good Vee you are deflecting from the main issue if you not reaching out in DMS before making shit public and adding baseless accusations of ableism to actually suported claims.

I will say it AGAIN

BOTH SIDES, DIDINT DO GOOD. NEITHER ARE IN THE CLEAR IN MY EYES.

Intent was there but the execution was shit.

Both of these people fucked up but one left to take a breather and maybe even process everything while the other keeps postinf amd reaponding to people.

If you WERE concerned about the safety of minors- Vee ehy did you ONLY focus on where i wasnt on your side when i AGREED with you on others?You are nitpicking and trying to still come out on top or at least make yourself seem smarter.

Was that your intent?Probably not but thats how youre coming across.

That was the end of the post i am so tjred GOD FUCKING DA-

[dragongirluvula]

Sometimes I honestly wonder how old vore as a fetish really is. I mean there are plenty of stories of characters being eaten/swallowed alive throughout history (Jonah and the whale, Red Riding Hood, etc) but itd be a real stretch to call them proper vore. As far as I can tell, art that deliberately tries to eroticize the act of devouring/being devoured by others doesn't seem to be older than the early internet. I mean there's certainly nothing stopping some medieval milkmaid from rubbing off to the thought of being fucked and eaten by a dragon, but if any proof of that exists I haven't seen it

My general world view on it is like, it's prolly always been a thing but in the age before easy mass communication it's not really something people were in a position to share.

I agree that those stories and others like them aren't like, vore as in the erotization of consumption but I'm sure if you went back in time several thousand years and communicated the idea to enough people at least one of them will have the "holy shit someone else gets it" reaction eventually.

It's not really provable but it's like, not really disprovable either without the ability to communicate the idea backwards like that, so like, I just kinda think that's prolly how it worked as someone who is not qualified in any space to make a hard claim on it.

Honestly thanks for this ask I love to ramble about this kinda side of things so much.

SINCE I'M TAGGING THIS PLEASE DO NOT ENTER MY BLOG IF YOU ARE UNDER 18.

[robins-kinktober-list]

Robin's Kinktober List 2024

Hello! So since the main Kinktober page hasn’t released a list I’m making a bootleg version for myself. Anyone else is welcome to join in and have fun. 

Rules: Antis DNI, 18+ to participate please, and please don’t tag me in your RPF, and that’s really it? 

I’m not the person who runs the Kinktober usually so I’ll do my best to answer questions about my list, but I’m not someone who keeps up with things super well. 

Feel free to tag this blog or my main and I’ll reblog your works to the page. If there’s enough interest I’ll make an open AO3 collection. If you have any questions please feel free to ask and I will answer as soon as I can. I am by myself running this so please be patient.

Three prompts per day like usual, feel free to do as much or as little as you so choose!!! (Prompts under the cut)

Leather and/or Latex | Petplay | Hate Sex

Macro/Micro | Sensory Deprivation | Intercrural Sex

Pegging | Medical Play | Bondage

Roleplay | Somnophilia | Deepthroating/Facesitting

Inflation | Costumes | Sex Toys

Titfucking | Menophilia | Oviposition

Bootworship | Size Difference | Human Furniture

Bukkake | Heartbeat | Pregnancy

Teratophilia | Armpit | Shibari

Rimming | Orgasm Denial/Edging | NTR

Prostitution | Cloning/Selfcest | Grooming

Omorashi | Noncon | Overstimulation

Collaring | Shotgunning | Double Penetration in Two Holes

Sweat | Temperature Play | S&M

Stuck in Wall | Double Penetration in One Hole | Daddy/Mommy

Dubcon | Gags | Body Worship

Frottage | Public | Cockbuldge

Chastity | Three or Moresome | Incest

Virginity | Fisting | Breathplay

Waxplay | Vore | Feeding/Stuffing

Breeding | Body Modification | Free Use

Gore | Spanking | Sounding

Master/Slave | Uniform | Mirror Sex

Glory Hole | Exhibitionshim/Voyeurism | Knifeplay

Lactation | Feet | Body Swap

Stripping | Mind Control | Omegaverse

Masturbation | Foodplay | Loli/Shotacon

Fucking Machine | Panties/Lingerie | Brat Taming

Praise Kink | Tickling | Bloodplay

Humiliation | Tentacles | Olfactophilia

Aftercare! You’ve put your blorbos in situations all month, time for some aftercare!

Have lots of fun and please feel free to tag me in your posts so I can reblog them!

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List of OCs for this blog! Check each of their corresponding tags in the tags of this post to learn about them!

"Sunshine" - he/she, early 40s, biromantic demisexual - absolute sweetheart of a mailman that tends to go with the flow. Likes inflation, feedism (feeder and feedee), vore and object vore (pred-leaning), monsters, tf, wg, petplay, and could be coaxed into most anything as long as you're nice to her. Often partnered with Mint, belonging to @doctor-transgendersex, or Ambrosia.

"Ambrosia" - she/her, early 40s, aromantic bisexual - rough and tumble hobbyist that's a stickler for safe sex practices. Likes rough sex, bondage (rigger and rope bunny), and while she feels like her interests aren't too "out there," she's willing to experiment. Often partnered with Sunshine, potentially acting as a third to him and Mint (the two aren't attracted to each other but are both fully willing to work together to make Sunny melt).

"Lucky" - she/her, early 20s, homoromantic homosexual - maid and assistant that dreams of having her stress relieved by having it fucked out of her by something supernatural. Likes monsters, tf, vore (prey only), bondage, oviposition, rough sex, and cnc (heavy focus on that first c). Emphatically dislikes feedism and wg due to past abuse. Often partnered with Tarry, belonging to @doctor-transgendersex.

"Glimmer" - she/her, early 20s, polyromantic polysexual - bubbly furry commission artist that's seen it all but is determined to be responsible. Likes pretty much anything you can think of, especially hyper, vore (pred and prey), and inflation, but is firm about setting boundaries as much as she is about experimenting. Often partnered with Static.

"Static" - he/they, early 20s, omniromantic omnisexual - awkward recovering incel still learning that cringe is dead and they are free. Likes chastity play, degradation, and omorashi, and is open to experimenting with other kinks as long as he's sure he won't be judged for having an ick. Often partnered with Glimmer.

To be updated with Rover, Chem, Rubber, Honey, and Author!