#im just in a pred mood as always

[swmgsillystuff7]

A scenario i think about a lot 🌲

i tend to have lots of vore scenarios run threw my head like all day but there is one that just always sticks with me since thinking about it brings me comfort. i thought i would share it. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ you come home from your 8-hour shift; you didn't have such a good day at work. something during your shift ruined your mood, but your pred roommate is there to greet you once you walk in the door. they get home from their own job before you, so they are usually the one to make dinner for the two of you. you two have been great friends for a long time, you haven't been living with each other for very long but being in each other's presence is nice. your pred friend has made you dinner! it's your favorite meal! ....but you are too tired and upset to appreciate the food. you try to hide the tired sadness with a weak smile...but as you walk to your room to change out of your work clothes, your friend knows something is off. they don't ask about it until after you have ate. your pred friend eventually asks you what's wrong, you can see they are visibly concerned about you. you can't really keep up the fake happiness anymore and you break down, telling them the kind of day you had at work. they are quick to pull you into a hug, telling you that everything is going to be fine. their warm hugs and comforting voice has always helped you calm down when you are in distress. your friend knows how hard you have been working lately. as much as they hate seeing you so tired from work, they can't help but feel proud of you for working so hard. they wish you had more days off so you two could hang out, or just sit home and play video games. your friend asks if you would like to go to bed early, you nod your head tiredly. you already know what they mean by "go to bed" it wasn't your first time being eaten by them. they had done this many times before. your friend always made sure to be as gentle as they could possibly be, not wanting to cause you anymore stress then you were already feeling. you fit snuggly inside their belly, just enough that it isn't uncomfortable. the pressure of the walls around you is nice, you can feel your friends hand pressing against you as they rub their belly. they finally get up and walk to their bedroom to lay down, spreading out on their bed to get comfortable. letting out a big yawn before saying they hope you sleep well, things will be better tomorrow, and they will see you in the morning. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (also just to clarify i use "they" and "theirs" and "them" when refiring to preds to help people better Invision maybe a oc or a character they like. since i know a lot of people like to Invision themselves in scenarios like this. i feel like it helps give a little more freedom to the person reading.) (also kind of writing this cuz i don't see a lot of friend vore. it's mainly lover type stuff and im just over here looking for a friend type scenario/story. just two bros being bros and comforting each other during hard times) (also uh...if you want to here more scenarios i have just ask, i have lots of ideas and visions. name a scenario and i have probs thought of it and even written something about it LMAO)

[limitless-blue]

Hey king. Your post about conter laying into diffrent..... pred/prey sapnap doing something dangerous in the nether or a dungeon and everyone kind of freaked out about it and he was like 🙄🙄 chill out guys it's like u don't trust me I had it all under control! (he didn't)

They get back to base and it feels like everyone is walking on eggshells and he can't figure out why (the mafia isn't exactly a group where things go unsaid for long) only for him to complain about it to conter & conter turn to him and absolutely lay into him for doing something so dumb and reckless...

Conter being the one outside of farfa to keep everyone in line (the mafia all knew he was mad which was why they were all being so cautious around him & sap)... something something sapnap's prey instincts recognizing conter as a predator when he's mad... idk this is more of a nebulous idea than anything but I keep thinking about it

sapnap being so calm and indifferent as he's being attacked and almost losing his life (like the time he popped 2 totems bc of red ghosts), and he's just nonchalantly telling the guys "hey im about to pop some totems," as if he's commenting on the weather and not saying that his life is being threatened. the guys completely freak the fuck out (<- the correct response to actively dying imo), and sapnap pops 2 totems before the guys get to him and help him fight off the rest of the ghosts. sapnap casually thanks them and then continues on as if nothing happened, leaving the team with their hearts racing and their swords clutched so tightly in their hands, still reeling from sapnap almost dying.

unfortunately, they can't really spend much time addressing what happened because they are Actively In Danger, so their frustration gets tabled for a later time.

that later time doesn't exactly get to come. by the time they get back to base, the atmosphere is tense, and they're all quiet. sapnap tries to crack a joke, lighten the mood a little; he knows they're upset at how reckless he was, but surely it's not that big of a deal, right? nothing bad actually happened, and he's fine now!

but the moment he opens his mouth, conter thumps, and he thumps hard, like a gunshot ringing through the still air. everyone gets a kind of "oh shit" look on their faces, staring at conter and sapnap, waiting to see how conter punishes sapnap.

conter stands tall, easily towering over sapnap, shoulders squared, and a scowl on his face, a mimicry of a snarl. he absolutely rips into sapnap, too frustrated and angry to speak in english. regardless, it has the intended effect, and sapnap cowers, lowering his ears and avoiding conter's gaze. his eyes frantically search for somewhere to hide and his body tenses, ready to run. subconsciously, sapnap's fist tightens around his totem.

scowl still in place, conter finishes yelling and grabs sapnap by the bicep, dragging him back to his own burrow, practically carrying him, while still admonishing him. for days afterwards, conter barely lets sapnap out, always hovering over his shoulder, immediately hiding him away again whenever he can get away with it.

when sapnap asks about the other guys and if he can at least go see them, conter tells him that the other guys can go fuck off and that he has to stay here in his arms, in his burrow, so that he can keep him safe.

[tummytimee]

This is my introduction post- MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

I do not care if you don't find vore sexual or enjoy it in a sexual way- It IS a sex thing for me sometimes, and I am an adult. Though i won't be posting about any explicit sexual acts, vore is a fetish regardless of anyone's personal intent.

Ok now that that's out of the way- Hellooo this is my vore side blog! Some info about me:

You can call me Thyme

I am an adult (27yrs)

He/him (non-binary)

Bi ace

I go crazy for the salm.onids in Spla.toon. they are THE best preds

I will talk about fandom vore stuff without engaging in the main tags for it. I know Spla.toon is a kids game and I don't want kids to be exposed to vore content ever. Don't share the stuff on this blog to minors either.

More info about myself under the read more:

STUFF I'M INTO

DISCLAIMER THAT I HAVE ANOTHER SIDE BLOG FOR MY NON-VORE KINK STUFF! i've got friends following that one and this one will only be for like 2 people i trust with The Forbidden Knowledge of My Desire To Be Swallowed Whole

90% always prey (in vampire scenarios tho im a vampire pred)

Soft vore

Digestion (painless + reformation (so like Splatoon respawning lol))

If the language used in nonconsensual vore scenarios reflect irl rape I'm not gonna fuck with that

Furry vore (no feral content. Everything passes the harkness test AT LEAST. If a character doesn't talk/sign I assume that they're intelligent but just not in the mood for conversation.)

Soft bodied preds/preds with boobs and belly (I don't like muscle at all, also twinkish preds are ehhh to me.)

Some more info on what I'm into using graphics bc I'm lazy. (sorry for no ID!! It's a lot. If you want me to describe it then just send an ask my way)

(EDIT JAN 25TH) This is now inaccurate! I like unwilling vore and there was ONE reverse birth image that I enjoyed but you'll still never see UB on my blog

Guide for the first one:

Green = stuff I REALLY like.

Yellow circle = stuff I like on occasion, or it's situational

Yellow strike = something I don't like personally but usually don't see a problem with for other people

Red = stuff that I don't like at all OR makes me uncomfortable and I would rather not interact with the content or see it altogether.

I think that's about it! I will be reblogging the vore stuff described above BUT if you're uncomfortable with me reblogging your stuff then let me know! I will delete it and never interact again.

[fuckapuck]

Injured

Mikko Rantanen x fem!Reader

Warnings: none. A little sad though

This is my very first fan fic! I got this idea into my head and couldnt get it out so i had to write it up! Idk if its any good i certainly hope it is! Im posting this on mobile so idk how it will look posted. Sorry! Its kinda a long one

Mikko sighed as the doctor stitched up his cheek. It had been a rough game against the preds and he ended up catching a skate balde with his face. It was a nasty gash that went from his temple and on to the corner of his lip.

It hurt and he wasn't ashamed to say he cried.

Lots of local anesthesia and a few stitches later there was just a very dull throbbing in the left side of his face. Some one had come back to tell him the 3rd period started and he desperately wished he could be out there right now. He was taken back to the locker room told to keep his bandages dry and get cleaned up and changed.

He shed a few more tears out of frustration. He knew he would have to sit out a few games to let this heal a bit before he could get back out on the ice. He grabed his phone. He didn't have any texts or missed calls from (Y/N) as he expected. You were working tonight and wouldnt get off till almost 2 am, so you wouldn't find out about his injury until your shift was done. Hopefully. You hated that job and Mikko often told you just to quit and not to worry about expenses. He would take care of anything that was needed. He washed up and changed back into regular clothes. He couldnt wait to get back to the hotel and put on soft stretchy clothes.  He sat down in his stall and stared at his phone. Should he text (Y/N)? You were working and he didn't want you to worry. There was still had 5 hours left of your shift. He let out another sigh and hung his head as he shut off his screen.

His thoughts were interupted as whoops and cheers came from outside the door. It burst open and his teammates poured in. He smiled as much as he was able and was embraced by a few guys. Gabe and Z took their time talking to him making sure he was doing fine.

"I won't really know how I feel until I'm not numb." He joked with them. His mood was brightening as his captain and friends told the story of their victory. He ignored the pain in his chest for not being there.  That he didn't get to see it. 

The night continued and interviews were completed. He declined doing one until his face felt better. He was more than happy to use his cheek as an excuse to not talk to media. Normally he didn't care, but he just really didn't want to do it tonight. As the reporters cleared and the team finished getting changed Barbs came over and smacked him on the shoulder.

"Hanging in there Rants?" He smiled at the finn.

"Oh yeah, just a little out of it." He head was a bit fuzzy still but getting clearer and more painful by the minute.

"Nice. They must have given you the good stuff!" Barbs nudged him again and mikko felt more at ease. He could do this. The playful chirping of teammates. He didn't have to think about his face. The light hearted fun continued. Until his name brought his full attention back.

"Huh?" He blinked.

"I said I would help you get back into the single life!" Barbs laughed and a few other joined him.  A sudden unease took over mikko.

"What do you mean?" He questioned. The unease growing.

"This." mark poked his own cheek and nodded at mikko. "Gonna be single by morning!"

Mikko stayed silent and just stared. He felt like he couldn't breathe. The guys seemed to see that this particular chrip hit a sensitive spot.

"Fuck barbs! Shut up." Gabe hissed. Mikko zoned out and found himself trapped in his mind. It was a horrible injury to his face. He wouldn't look the same after this. He would be scarred. His mind was reeling and he didn't remember when he got back to the hotel. Only that he made it back. He was in mild pain now the medication wearing off. He hoped he could get to sleep before he could feel all of it. He changed his clothes in a daze and climbed into bed. He stared at the ceiling trying to get to sleep but he couldn't. He just kept thinking about you.

How you would smile at him and kiss his face. How you would grab his cheeks and nuzzle into him calling him beautiful and handsome. His chest felt constricted and he threw the covers off of himself. He laid there as thoughs of you circled his mind. Your words that he so loved to hear now haunting him. You wouldn't think he was beautiful anymore. You wouldn't look fondly at him and caress his face. Would you cry when you saw him? Would you be angry at him for ruining his appearance? What would he do with out you? He heard his phone vibrate he looked over. You were calling him. He moved his eyes back to the ceiling. It stopped and a few minutes later he heard the message notification sound. He ignored it. He couldn't bring himself to see what you had to say.

An uneasey sleep came over him only an hour and a half before he was suppose to get up. He packed quietly and jumped when someone knocked on his door. He opened it to find his coach and a medic. They wanted to check on him.

He was sat down as the doctor went over how to clean and bandage it again. He handed him a bag of perscription pain killers and extra bandages. Coach had a hand on his shoulder. At the end of it he was told he would have to sit out for at least a week and then they would look at how the healing was doing and if everything was good he could go back to playing with a face cage until it was fully healed. Coach gave him some pats on the back and told him to take two or three days after they got back to rest. Take it easy.

He packed silently and watched his hands tremble. You wouldn't leave his mind. Your soft skin and gentle touch. Your laugh and your smiles. How he could always tell how you were feeling because your eyes showed everything. What would they show now? Disgust?

He loaded into the bus. Some of the guys came over to him but he pointed at his cheek and shook his head.  The bus arrived at the airport and everyone loaded into the plane. Taking their seat. He put himself buy a window toward the back. Gabe and Nikita sat by him. About 30 minutes in Nikita gently nudged him.

"What barbs said. It was joke you know. He did not mean it." He spoke softly to Mikko. Gabed turned towards them.

"He's right Mikko. You know (Y/N) would never do something like that." Gabe reassured. Mikko  closed his eyes and turned his head away from the window and looked at his two friends.

"Tell me the truth. If you were in my place, if this was your faces not mine, would your wives leave?" Mikko asked. His heart beating in his ears he needed the answer.

Nikita and Gabes eyes widened. Z looked down at his hands not saying a word. Gabe opened and closed his mouth trying to think of something to say. Mikko turned back to the window and felt tears stinging his eyes. Yes, they would. They wanted handsome pretty husbands and a scar like the one this will leave will not be pretty. The rest of the flight was silent between them.

Mikko couldn't help but think of the way (Y/N) normally greeted him when he got off the plane. She always tried her best to be there. She always would grab his face, kiss him and give him a tight warm hug. She would tell him that she loved him and promise a delicous home cooked meal. Would it be the same? Would she even be able to look at him?

The plane landed and he dragged himself off of it. They approached where the WAGS would normally wait, but he couldn't look up. He was so afraid that if he did, you wouldn't be there.

He felt a nudge and looked to Nate who nodded his head forward. Mikko looked up and there you were. You were smiling but it was different from normal.

Mikko walked up to you and almost had to hold back tears as you embraced him. It felt just as tight and warm as it always did he felt one hand so very softly touch his uninjured cheek.

"Lets go home okay?" He couldn't look you in the eye. He walked silently by your side and held your hand loosely. There was no kiss. No usual excitement. He felt his world becoming smaller. Maybe if he asked nicely you would let him hold you one last time before you left him forever.

The car ride was quite on his part. Your gentle voice talking softly about little things that had happened in his week away. He couldn't muster up the courage to say anything to you. Afraid it would be the last thing he would ever say to you.

You pulled into his spot at his apartment and attempted to help with his bags But Mikko carefully took them from your hands and carried them himself. The two of you went up to his place. He put his bags on his bed and started to unpack. You came up beside him and started to help. He wanted to object but couldn't. Time passed and soon everything was unpacked and the two of you were sitting on the couch. (Y/N)  kept a small one sided conversation going and Mikko mearly stared on.

"What would you like for dinner?" You asked, but Mikko said nothing.

"Mikko? Why won't you talk to me love?" She asked gently and her small, soft fingers gently brushed his uninjured cheek. Suddenly he couldn't help it anymore. It was too much. Why were you still being kind to him if you were going to leave him? He began to cry. He couldn't stop it. Instantly you were there. Holding him and comforting him with kind hands and words. He almost let himself relax into your warm body. But he couldn't. It was too painful.

He stood up abruptly and stared down into shocked concered eyes.

"Just do it already! Stop playing with me and do it!" He tried to sound stern but he just sounded broken.

"What are you talking about? Do what?" You asked and went to reach for him. Mikko stepped back out of your reach.

"End it. End it like you want to. I know you do. Just leave me already and stop making it hurt!" Mikko practically shouted. You stared at him with wide hurt eyes.

"Leave you? Why would I do that?" You asked your voice shaking. Mikko couldn't look at you.

"This," he pointed to his bandage, "my face will be different and ruined. I know you want to leave me. Just do it." He ended quietly and weakly.

"Do you honestly think I'm that shallow?" He could hear the pain in your voice. He just shrugged. "Mikko Rantanen you will look at me right now!" You snapped. Mikkos head shot up he eyes locking with yours. He saw pain and anger in those eyes.

"You listen to me right now. I love you. I have loved you since I met you. Not because of your face, but because of you. How you treat me and talk to me. How you make me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world when I know I'm not. I would never leave you because of an injury! For fucks sake you are a hockey player! Injuries and hockey go hand in hand!" You yelled and got closer to him. "I knew what I signed up for when I started dating you. I'm in it for the long haul and I won't be leaving just because of a scar!" You jabbed him in the chest with your finger and crossed your arms. You deflated a little the anger subsiding and hurt remained.

"Do you really think so little of me Mikko?" You barely whispered out your arms dropping to your sides. Mikko couldn't take it. Your pain and saddness. His doing. He moved suddenly and wrapped you in his arms the good side of his face against the top of your head.

"No. No I don't. I promise. I love you. You are the best woman in the world. The kindest and most wonderful and beautiful. I was just scared. The boys said - " mikko rushed out. You had relaxed against him but the quickly pushed away and look up to him with anger in your eyes.

"What did the boys say?" You ground out. Mikko explained Barbs chirp and Gabe and Z's silence on the plane. Suddenly you weren't in his arms but pacing the living room as he watched on fondly.

"Those stupid little- UGH! Let me tell you if their wives ever find out about that they will be pissed. Fuck! They will give them some scars to worry about. Those absolute idiots! And I'm going to kill barbs. Those kind of jokes aren't funny. I'm gonna kick his ass! I'm going to practice tomorrow and im gonna beat him with his hockey stick!" You ranted on furiously. Mikko just laughed and came up and wrapped his arms around you.

"Please don't kill anyone. I'm very sorry my love. I am very very sorry." You again relaxed in his arms and nuzzled into his chest." I got worried and to into my head and then you didn't kiss me and-"

"Kiss you? Mikko I didn't want to hurt you! Your mouth was injured too not just your cheek!" You laughed at him in exasperation. Mikko blinked down at you.

"Oh."

"Yeah, 'oh.'" You rolled your eyes, and leaned Into him, "I love you mikko and I won't stop." You pressed your face into his chest and his grip tightened.

"I love you too" he swore to himself not to doubt you again. And felt secure in his knowledge that you loved him.

"I am gonna get barberio back though." She warned. He chuckled and press a very soft kiss to her head.

"I know."