#not vore or g/t

[wonderful-bellies]

Suddenly hit with a burst of motivation and I've been getting a bit back into starbound lately so I sketched my arachne boio :D

[bigdaddyguapo]

It’s all over now. Down the hatch.

Big daddy’s snack.

[safe-from-sharp-teeth]

[makothegayyburrito]

Like, “hey bud, you look a bit cold there”

(An old meme I made that’s been floating around in my archives)

[stasischamberr]

my boy liam but he’s FAT and stupid and EATING PEOPLE

[smolcinnamonchipmunk]

"How about a game, Stellaron? One where we lay it all out on the table. I hope you don't disappoint me."

[vorekody]

FINALLY done with this, a concept of the storage and digestive dolphin pred guts (-the thing that inspired me to make Alon in the first place shsjh)

Anyways I feel like it's usually the first stomach that's safe in mer/naga/centaur vore so I wanted to change it up a little bit.

Also felt like it made a bit more sense for Alon's bigger stomach to be for storing stuff yk?

This does make it so they can only digest one person at a time because of the lack of room in their first stomach, but I really like it that way I think, gotta wait ur turn.

[raidensmouth]

follow up to that last post

[supernormalblogname]

save me computergirl pred... computergirl pred saave me

[suzyandthefox]

ok but like

Vore in a protective , parent-like sense will always get me, it will always remain my favourite.

A pred giving a prey a comfort they lost, being their home temporarily.

The pred saying things like

"You're safe now"

"I will protect you"

"You're very brave, I'm proud of you"

For the pred to call their prey "little one" "small one", etc.

For the pred to hum a gentle lullaby to their scared prey

And for the prey to say things like

"Hide me"

"Protect me"

"I have no home/no body/nowhere to go"

The descriptions of a stomach as a cradle, the soft sobs a frightened prey lets out as they huddle into the soft flesh, they speak their fears and pain into the walls and the folds of the being around them.

And the walls listen to them.

To be cared for, to be loved, to be hidden where no one should see or harm you.

Idk man.

[wonderful-bellies]

Mmmm did not account for coming home after a great trip and falling into one of the worst depressions I've had in a while. Shid

[bigdaddyguapo]

Does Big Daddy do vore? Yes 🔥

[boiled-ginger-ale]

kinda longer comic of ben and rowan interacting some time after rowan gets used to ben's weird able-to-eat-people-but-not-in-a-bad-way thing. rowan has night terrors sometimes and being out in the open tends to make him feel really vulnerable, so sometimes he has a sleepy benny store him until morning (or whenever he wants out). The ambiance of his heartbeat makes him feel safe.

i know i said id draw this like, 2 weeks ago but drawing is hard and i keep getting stress coldsssssss :(

(sorry its all in one panel, the way i structured the speech bubbles made it functionally impossible to read with tumblr's guttering so y just gotta zoom in ig. i hope its not too compressed- if it is probably just click on the image? maybe?)

[i-like-vore-and-memes-2]

My animation class got me a bit inspired lol

[voraciousemo]

A show, with a pred as your costar

Its meant to be a horror piece, with them hunting you throughout their own house.

But you cant help but love them.

The way their eyes sparkle and light up whenever they catch you, the concern in their eyes when you two werent in character...

It was intoxicating.

And today was the season finale.

You were supposed to be swallowed, whole and alive.

You felt your body thrumming with excitement, hising right by the mouse hole, their fingers tapping on the wall, making a shudder slide up your spine. Their quiet humming, as you covered your mouth, trying to stay quiet.

Quickly, much too quickly, their hand grabbing you, fingers carefully getting you out of the safe spot, the scene dark as you looked up.

But their excitement was tangible. The way they took a shaky breath, their fingers lightly squeezing you, their eyes focused solely on you.

They lifted you to their mouth, their lips parting, their breath washing over you. It smelled like mint, you couldn't help but notice.

They popped you into their mouth, it shutting around you, teeth making a small click as they pressed together..

And you heard the muffled 'cut!' This was when they would switch you out, for a mannequin, so you wouldn't be IN danger.

But instead of their jaws opening, their head tilted back.

They swallowed, as your body entered their throat, them tracing the shape you made.

This is exactly what you wanted, but you could hear the director running over. An argument was already starting, as you were in their storage, right by their heart.

You shut your eyes, relaxing In the space, feeling the vibrations of their voice arguing back.

This would be a while... and you were happy with it.

[bramble-mouse]

You sit in a loud stomach packed full of Thanksgiving food actively digesting around you. It's disgusting in here and after a loud groan followed by a lurch, causing the belly owner's stomach contents to churn dangerously around you, you manage to get your leg out of the chyme and give a fleshy wall a solid kick. The entire chamber shudders.

"Oww! I said I was sorry!"

Bramble winces.

"I didn't see you on my plate, I swear."

You shout obscenities and flail about inside the bubbling food filled pit that is your giant friend's gut. Your words are muffled.

"Look, you'll be fine in there, alright? I'm sorry, buddy, but I'm not wasting this meal. I promise you a good hot bath and like...whatever you want after, alright?"

You could throttle Bramble for thier carelessness- because you were going to be stewing in thier digesting belly for hours now.

But it was hard to stay angry when you knew Bramble genuinely hadn't meant to put you in this position. You sigh and lean back against thier stomach lining as the whole organ lets out a series of busy gurgles and churns, the walls squeezing you tight this way and that.

You feel them pat thier stomach and stifle a burp. The belly wobbles around you.

"Fuck. Sorry. Settle in. I'll try not to move so much."

Bramble reassures. You can imagine them lounging on thier couch, hands clasped loosely over a slightly distended stomach as thier meal processes around you, unable to harm you.