#tw implied fatal

[dingbatnix]

what happens if dream accidentally swallows punz (your lastest post)

Tw hard vore n digestion and stuff btw

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Death, probably.

If Punz gets accidentally swallowed, I'd say dream would have maybeeeee one to two minutes to barf him up? Before Punz gets horrifically burned at the very least, or, at the very worst, digested.

I wanna say Dream's got a stomach like a bearded vulture (the bird that eats bones) so he's got some very, very acidic stomach acid.

+, there's be lots of panic on Punz's side, lots of, "I can't believe he did that" kinda stuff.

If Dream realized it was Punz, there would be lots of guilt and panic and all that as he saved or failed to save him.

If he doesn't realize it was Punz, he would eventually come out of the feral/rage state on his own and wonder what happened to Punz, and be very worried. He'd never know.

Of course, there's a certain third party that would never let any of this happen...

[weiner-does-preg]

AUgh sorry it’s so sketchy

[sneakyevillurker]

I think a really underutilized vore idea is preds with multiple stomachs! You got preds like nagas and centaurs, who usually have 2 different stomachs in art/stories involving them, one that can hold people, and one that digests them. It's a really fun idea of a pred like this eating a group of people, sending a bunch of them down into their actual stomach to melt them into mush, but havibg to leave a few in their holding stomach until their friends have melted down a but more. Imagine how loud it'd be, listening to all the muffled yelling, groaning, and churning happening just below you, knowing that soon enough you'll be in that same spot. Oughh man I love it !!!

[kinkynoms]

I love the idea of a pred assuming their prey has digested by then but feels a sudden weak kick emulate from their gut

[fabseg-creator]

MLB Femslash February 2025: Amenath

Day 27 (Disclose, Morning)

Tw: gunfire, implied murder, implied death

Nathalie and Amélie see each other in a secret place. Amélie sends to her favourite spy woman a confidential file. Later, the two women are going to kiss each other when they notice we/you are following them. They glare at us/you.

Nathalie picks her gun and shoots at us/you while she holds a smirking Amélie.

💙❤🤍🖤 From Amenath kingdom with Love 💙❤🤍🖤 💥

Black and white version:

I thought about Spy x Family, James Bond Polar and Noir movies when I made this sketch.

This draft is made for the @mlbfemslashfebruary event.

[wholegrainvore]

Gris internals reference :) @dinnergirl for scale

[sneakyevillurker]

Jealous preds are sooo good in vore, I can't stop thinking of it. Like the idea of someone who's recently been dumped by their significant other but simply can not stand that fact, deluding themselves into believing they're still together is prime vore material. They'd start stalking their ex after they broke up, the reason cited being how clingy and jealous they were of others, only wanting them to be around them and no one else. The pred would be watching from afar as their ex starts going out with their friends, going on dates, ect, and would *not* be able to handle it. They belong to them and them alone, so slowly, one by one, the exes friends would dissappear, their dates would suddenly ghost them, and they'd be left by themselves and lonely, with no clue as to why, while their pred ex gluts themselves on those close to their ex, eager to have them back for themselves, growing soft and plump from all the people they devour to take them back. After awhile, their ex would be so lonely that all they'd have to do to win them back would be to swoop in while they're sad and lonely, charming them with honeyed words and attention, soon enough having them back wrapped around their finger as they get back together. Their now partner would quickly notice all the new fat that adorned the preds figure, asking how they gained so much weight, with the pred giving a small smirk only they understood, telling them they stress ate after they had broken up, their partner never realizing the love handles they grab, the belly they'd rub, and the pudge they enjoyed so much was all that remained of their former feiend group and countless dates, all reduced into nothing but soft, jiggly fat for them to unwittingly enjoy.

Oughhh man this one is very self indulgent i want this to happen to me NOW!!!

[warmeclair]

Nothing like doing some casual shopping while you digest your prey

[zenpai-senpai]

The glue that held them together ...

[vorekody]

Thinking about a hard vore pred that gets paid an undeniable amount of money to do soft vore instead.

The urge to bite down is immense, but their need for the money is greater, and so they take the head and shoulders of the prey into their maw without any crushing force.

But when they try to swallow they realize that their instincts to rip and tear are the least of their issues in this session- swallowing a whole person is not the same as swallowing bite sized chunks of carnage.

The next few gulps are painful, their mouth dried from the prey's clothes, which are especially uncomfortable to get down.

Midway they have to pull the prey right back out - gagging all the while- because they're going so slowly that they've started choking.

Eventually they manage, with one last thick swallow their prey is sealed away, sitting heavily in their stomach.

Ending probably the most embarrassing meal of their life.

[wholegrainvore]

@dinnergirl What If This Happen To You

[teal-fiend]

misbehaving

Summary: a pred is annoyed at their observer, so they take matters into their own hands

Content: vore, ambiguous ending, digestion mention, hunger, foodplay, pred pov

the predator sprawled on the couch.

"Ughhh," they groan, pressing both hands to their stomach like a wounded soldier. "I'm starving." A dramatic sigh.

their stomach visibly concaving as they suck in a breath, only to release it with a miserable huff.

"How could you just sit there while I waste away like this?"

You ate yesterday," the observer points out.

The predator whines, stretching out a foot to nudge their shin.

"And? That was so long ago. Do you have any idea how fast my body works through prey? I'm practically hollow inside."

"You're fine."

The predator tips their head back, groaning again, like some forlorn beast on the edge of death.

"Noooo, I’m not fine. My stomach’s literally caving in on itself. You’re so cruel for letting me suffer."

The observer watches, unimpressed.

"If you’re really that hungry, go get your own meal."

The predator pouts, curling in on themselves like a cat.

"I hate hunting. It’s so much effort. Why can’t they just come to me?" Their voice drops into a sulky grumble.

"What do you want from me?"

The predator's eyes gleam "A meal. Obviously."

"No."

The predator groans, flopping back down onto the couch like they’ve been shot.

"You’re the worst. you know that."

"Yeah, yeah." The observer crosses their arms, watching the predator curl around themselves, sulking. "You’ll live."

The predator watches the observer for a moment, an idea forming in their hungry brain

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"-urp"

they moan, stretching out on the couch, their now-distended belly rising and falling with deep, contented breaths. They press a hand to their gut, giving it a slow, indulgent rub.

"That’s so much better."

"You ate me."

"Uh-huh." The predator’s voice is syrupy with satisfaction.

"You ate me," they repeat, more accusatory this time, pressing a hand to the fleshy walls around them.

The predator burps loudly in response, barely bothering to stifle it.

"Oops."

"Oops?" The observer shoves against the stomach lining, feeling it squish under their palms.

"Told you I was starving." They give their belly a pleased little pat, which jostles the observer inside, making them grunt.

The observer scowls, bracing themselves as the stomach lazily moves around them.

"Spit me out."

The predator just burps again, then smacks their lips.

"Nah."

"You’re the worst."

The predator just smirks, rubbing lazy circles over their gut, listening to the sounds of their stomach working.

"Well," they murmur, sinking deeper into the couch, "guess you'll live."

Frustrated, the observer kicks the preds gut, and tries in vain to wriggle their way out.

"You’re so squirmy," they remark, voice syrupy with amusement. They give their gut a little shake, making the observer jolt as the stomach sloshes around them. "Mmm, I like it. Feels nice."

"And you're so cozy in there. Bet you'd digest real easy."

The observer stiffens, pressing back against the stomach walls.

"You wouldn't."

The predator moans dramatically, shifting their belly so the observer is jostled again.

"But I might," they tease, their voice tinged with playfulness. Their stomach lets out another slow, heavy gurgle, and they press their fingers into a particularly loud spot, rubbing deep.

"Mmm, you hear that? My stomach’s already thinking about it…"

The observer struggles, but the pred simply rises to their feet, their gait lanky as they slink over towards the bedroom mirror, full gut in tow.

They lean close to the mirror, tilting their head, running their hands over the round curve of their belly. Their reflection grins back, sharp teeth flashing, eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Wow," the predator purrs, pressing their hands into their gut, feeling the way it squishes under their touch.

"You look good on me."

The observer growls from inside, their muffled voice vibrating through the predator’s stomach.

"You’re insufferable."

The predator laughs, giving their belly a little bounce, watching the motion ripple in the mirror.

"And you’re in my stomach. Funny how that works, huh?"

Their fingers trail down their middle, tracing slow, teasing circles.

"I mean, usually you’re the one bossing me around, but now..." They sway their gut from left to right, making the observer slosh back and forth.

"Now you’re just a nice, heavy little lump, right here."

"You’re so much easier to deal with like this. No barking orders, no nagging—just all warm, tucked away where you belong."

"I don’t—" The observer kicks, but the stomach glorps in response, shifting around them, gripping tight.

"Oof." The predator grins, rubbing the spot where they felt the kick. "Feisty, huh?"

The predator is having too much fun. They take out their phone from their pocket.

They adjust the phone, tilting it slightly to capture the best angle in the mirror.

Their stomach juts out in a smooth, round curve, shifting subtly as the observer squirms inside.

The pred lets their fingers glide over the swell of their gut, smirking.

"Ohhh, these are coming out great," they purr.

"What are you doing?" The observer's voice is muffled, edged with suspicion.

The predator hums innocently, snapping another shot.

"Oh, nothing, just documenting."

They flick through the photos, grinning. "Wow, you make such a cute stomach bulge."

The observer squirms in protest.

The pred laughs, "Ohhh, I should post these on my story." They shift their weight, pushing out their stomach, exaggerating the curve of their belly. "'Hey oomfies, look at who I just had for dinner!' Yeah? Should I tag you?"

"You better not-"

The pred chuckles as the observer thrashes.

Grglll…

Their stomach lets out a slow, deep gurgle. The observer stiffens inside.

The predator blinks, rubbing at their gut as warmth starts to pool in their middle.

"Ooh…"

They press their fingers in slightly, feeling the way their stomach tightens—a slow, creeping heat building inside them.

Their body, always so eager to take what it's given, is starting to digest.

"Hey—" the observer snaps. "What was that?"

The predator swallows, their smug grin faltering slightly as another glorp echoes from within. Their belly tightens around the observer, the heat thickening under their skin.

"Uh… nothing," they lie, rubbing at the side of their stomach, trying to soothe it. Hoping it'll calm down.

"That was your stomach," the observer accuses.

"That was your stomach deciding I look like food."

"noooo," the predator says, even as a slow warmth spreads deeper through their gut. "I mean, kinda? But like— casually."

They shuffle, trying to ignore the slow, syrupy way their belly is kneading around its meal. The observer feels like a thick ball of honey inside them. Their predator brain wants to turn them soft, squishy.

The observer pushes against the walls.

"You better not digest me."

The predator lets out a slow, contented breath, rubbing lazy circles into their belly. "Mmm…"

"HEY."

"If I do digest you, I’m totally posting a before-and-after." They grin, tapping their stomach. "You might just be a flat tummy by morning."

The observer kicks. Hard.

"Ow—okay, okay," the predator laughs, pressing their fingers into their gut to calm the movement. "Geez, relax, you know you'll only make it worse doing that."

Of course the observer knows that. They still immediately.

The predator swallows, a shiver running down their spine that has nothing to do with digestion. Oh, they are so dead when they let the observer out.

The thought sends a flutter through their chest, excitement mingling with dread.

They drag their hands over the swell of their gut, smoothing over the tight curve of their skin, feeling the subtle shifts as the observer squirms. "Mmm, better enjoy this while I can..."

the pred had another idea. They went to the kitchen, and grabbed a soda bottle

The predator gulps down a mouthful, feeling the cool carbonated liquid rush down their throat before splashing into their already-packed stomach.

The pred burped, carbonation getting to them, and giggled.

"That'll..... uurp~ that will help stop digestion...haha"

Glorp. Blorrrp.

The observer kicks inside.

"Help?! You’re drowning me in here!"

"dramatic much?" The predator leans against the counter, swirling their belly like a big, living water balloon, listening to the sloshing sounds.

"Ooooh, listen to that."

They squeeze their gut gently, making the liquid slosh inside. "You hear that? It’s like an ocean in there."

"LET ME OUT."

The pred just laughs, rubbing their gut in lazy circles. "Ohhh, but I’m not done yet."

They turn toward the fridge, eyes scanning for something to really distract their stomach. Something to keep their gut busy so it doesn’t focus on, well… turning the observer into dinner.

Left over pizza. Perfect

"Mmmf, you don’t mind, right? Just a little snack. Gotta make sure my stomach stays distracted."

Food lands on the observer's head. The pred smirks as they feel them stir

They give their gut another slow slosh, feeling the mixture of water, food, and their very angry occupant shift inside them. Their stomach lets out a long, drawn-out glorp.

They decide to top it off with the rest of the soda. They guzzle it down, feeling the fizz in their throat, stomach

And then—

"UrrRRRAAAP!"

The predator lurches forward, gripping their belly as a massive burp forces its way out.

They exhale heavily, blinking in surprise before breaking into laughter. "Oh my god—"

Inside, the observer is seething. "I SWEAR TO GOD—"

"Hoooh," the pred groans, pressing a hand to their overfilled belly. "Okay, now I’m just waiting for all this to settle."

They stagger over to the couch, flopping down dramatically, their stomach bouncing slightly with the motion. Another deep gurgle rolls through them, and they sigh.

They feel their observer churning, angrily fighting with their stomach, and the food they are sharing the space with

They smirk, giving their belly a teasing shake.

"I like carrying you around. You make a great food baby."

A kick presses back against their hand, and they snicker.

"Aww, someone’s feisty," they coo, "Too bad there’s nothing you can do about it~"

Another slow, bubbly belch rolls out of them, and they sigh, stretching back against the cushions.

The predator lazily pulls out their phone, flipping it to video mode as they settle deeper into the couch.

Their belly is loud—constant, bubbling gurgles, wet glorps, and the occasional thump from inside as the observer squirms in frustration.

They smirk, angling the camera down.

A long, drawn-out groan rolls through their gut, thick and heavy, like the churning of a washing machine.

The pred grins wider, rubbing slow circles over the dome of their stomach, pushing down just enough to make the liquid inside slosh audibly.

They let out a slow, bubbling burp, their stomach sloshing in response.

They couldnt wait to show this to the observer later.

[sneakyevillurker]

Idea! Puppygirl pred who eats whoever their owner tells them to-

Imagining rolling over on my back with a big bloated tummy full of digesting meat! All to be a good pet ofc

Firstly, thank you sm for my first ask !! 🫶🫶

And secondly, ooughmy GOD I love this idea!!! Some ditzy puppygirl who just goes along with whatever their owner wants of them, and if that just happens to be having them swallow random people for their enjoyment, well, what kinda pet would they be to question their master? So they'd dutifully swallow anyone their owner asked of them to eat, wolfing down whoever they could get their hands on, all to please their master. Soon enough, their pet would be stuck on their back, letting out small hiccups, burps and moans as the writhing mass of people attempted to find a way out, squirming and yelling as the stomach began its job of melting down its catch. Their master would soon begin rubbing and kneading at their stuffed gut, saying how happy they were that the their pet had managed ate everyone for them, helping ease digestion as the dog-girl would moan and whine at the attention, just reveling in the attention and touch they were receiving, occasionally letting out a racous belch that'd send random, half digested straight things straught from her gut, a phone here, a jacket their, and everything in between. Soon, the stomach would do its job, turning what was once small group of people, squriming to find away out into little more than a mass of melting meat, as their owner would continue rubbing and kneading away at their bloated belly, praising them for how good of a job they did at digesting everyone for them, leaving their part ecstatic at the idea of having pleased their owner. Slowly, all that meat that had once been humans would begin being siphoned deeper into the puppygirls intestines, to be put to more use as fat for their master to grope and enjoy, as he'd tell her how good she looks with all those people fattening her frame.

Really enjoy petplay in vore. SUUUPER appealing to me, so again thank you for the ask i appreciate sm!! 💗 i hope you enjoy my rambling lool

[warmeclair]

Prey advisories

Imagine if there were travel advisories for prey based on that country/land’s concentration of hostile or at least fatal eating preds.

Then in some countries it’s just specific areas or towns that are unsafe for prey.

So despite all of the clear warnings that say do not travel there. A prey does go because they just have to (could be a legitimate, or completely ridiculous reason of why they must go)

Then, for the unlucky prey, a hungry pred shows the prey exactly why the area is deemed unsafe.

[kinkynoms]

Omfg a prey fondling their preds belly getting in the mood to be eaten until a skull pops out between their hands…

Them getting all nervous and trying to get away from their preds grasp

[pamithebunterfly2007]

A Monster in the Wrath Ring

Many residents in Hell, especially the wrath ring, warn others about a giant monster lurking about in hell. Some others believe it’s all just a silly myth just to scare others while others believe that it’s real. Somewhere in The Wrath Ring, Striker was just about to head home by riding Bombproof, his horse, but suddenly, he felt the ground shaking a little. He got off of Bombproof and pointed his gun out or whoever is making this ruckus. “Must have been a hellquake” he thought. But the ground started the shake more and its loud, almost like the sound of footsteps “Come on, whoever the fuck you are, come on out” He Yelled but he notice that his horse, Bombproof galloping away from whoever it was, Striker looks up, a sense of fear came up to him. It was the giant 4 legged, 150ft monster that all in Hell tired to warn him. The monster let out a huge roar that it shook the entire Wrath Ring. Striker tried to run away from the monster but it caught up to him with its giant sharp teeth clinging onto Striker’s tail. The Monster pick the demon up and swing him up into the air. Striker screamed in fear as the beast open up its huge mouth, showing its many sharp teeth to let Striker in his mouth. Its successfully caught and consumed the poor hybrid imp and tried to swallow him whole. With its mouth fully shut, inside was all dark and filled with slimy saliva but the only thing that is a possible light source is Striker’s glowing yellow spiral eyes “No wait!!’ Spit me out you fucking beast!!! I’m not even monster foo-AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!” As Striker desperately struggles to hold on to the beast’s sticky and slippery uvula that is covered in saliva, he let out a scream as the monster gulped him down, Striker was plummeting down to the gullet and his screaming echoed throughout the throat and esophagus. Then after sliding down, Striker fell into the stomach of the monster, only for him to fall into the acid. He got up and he was covered in sticky pink acid. He was disgusted of he was covered in sticky foul-smelling acid and how the interior of the monster’s stomach smelled awful. “Eugh, Gross. . .” He said as he cringed at the stench of the stomach. He tried calling for help but it was useless, and now he has to spent the rest of his life being inside of a giant monster who ate him whole. Hoping he will either get regurgitate, pooped out, or in worst case scenarios, digested to death.