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daydreaming about making home in your rib cage btw. if u even care

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

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

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i like the fear and terror in being eaten by a random predator for the sole reason of them being hungry or just plain cruel as much as the next guy. but.

i think this whole thing has to do with how I'm perceiving my own body lately- it's been turning some gears in my brain...

but anyway. the line between love and hunger is so thin and it fascinates me so much. there is no way you can eat someone - a person, with thoughts, feelings and dreams - and not feel like you're completely exposing yourself to them. you're showing them your insides, how your body and digestive system work, you're literally letting them become a part of you. they'll be sliding down your esophagus, falling inside your stomach, moving from your small intestine to your large intestine, coursing into every single nook and cranny of your essence, whether they like it or not.

maybe it's somewhat conflicting. because for a moment you think that you're shielding them from the dangers of the outside world and protecting them, and in a way, you actually are. but then your body reminds you. a low, terrifying growl from deep inside of you.

you don't want to protect them.

you want them. all for yourself. nobody else can have them, look at them, feel them like you do.

warm flesh tastes like love. blood tastes like love. the tears flowing down their cheeks taste like love. and you're addicted to that flavor melting on your tongue and flowing into your veins; nobody else will know of this, but you will carry the memory of their body slowly becoming mush inside of you forever. everytime you'll eat normal food, drink something warm, or smell someone else's sweet and mouthwatering scent- you'll remember it.

after all, nobody really dies if they're not forgotten, do they?

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born to love vore content of niche fandoms and unpopular characters, forced to be the only person making any of it

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batfam vore crack

a/n: this is way longer than i thought and so ooc lmaooo -- idk bruce can somehow shrink ppl and they can't digest bc dense molecules or somethin, pretend it makes sense bc i didn't really think it thru lol.

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Bruce walked in, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up --classic trying-to-pretend-he’s-normal Bruce-- but Jason’s sharp eyes caught the subtle shift in his posture. A slight tightness in the way he carried himself, his usually flat stomach curving outward ever so slightly beneath his shirt.

Jason blinked, fork pausing mid-air. His mind connected the dots in a blaze of growing dread.

“Oh, no. No, no, no,” Jason muttered, shaking his head, leaning back in his chair. "You’ve got to be kidding me." He jabbed his fork toward Bruce’s middle. “Tell me you’re not doing that thing again.”

Bruce, with all the casual gravitas of a man discussing a board meeting, replied, “It’s efficient.”

“Efficient, my ass!” Jason’s chair scraped back as he stood, waving his hands. “We’re not some--some army of joeys for you to carry around like a freaking marsupial!”

Bruce raised an eyebrow. “You weren’t this resistant before.”

Jason scoffed, pacing away. “Oh, you mean when I was thirteen and didn’t know better? Sure, B, back when I still thought it was cool that Batman could turn into a one-man escape pod.” His voice dropped into a mocking lilt. “‘Oh wow, Bruce, your stomach’s so warm and soft, thanks for saving me from those assassins!’” He spun to face Bruce again. “Yeah, pass.”

Bruce was silent, watching Jason with that infuriating patience of his. It only made Jason’s skin crawl more, his unease growing as he remembered the last time he’d been in there. A bad night after a bad mission. Nightmares. His mother. Bruce offering a solution -- an unorthodox one, but it had worked.

And Jason had hated that it worked.

“Not happening, Bruce,” Jason said firmly, shaking off the memory. “I’m too old for this crap. And, frankly, it’s weird. Just use the Batplane to transport people like a normal person.”

Bruce sighed, stepping closer, his shadow swallowing Jason’s smaller frame. “Jason,” he said, voice low and steady, “I know you don’t like it. But it’s safer. You’ve been reckless lately. If something goes wrong--”

“I’m not a kid anymore, Bruce!” Jason snapped.

Bruce’s gaze softened, just slightly, in that way that always threw Jason off. “I’m not saying you’re a kid. But you’re still family.”

Jason flinched. Damn Bruce and his emotional sucker punches. He looked away, jaw tightening. “Family, huh? You sure about that? ‘Cause last I checked, family doesn’t shove each other into their guts.”

“Dick accepted it,” Bruce said evenly.

Jason groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Of course, he accepted it -- he probably volunteered. Probably climbed in with a big, dumb smile like, ‘Gee, Bruce, this is so innovative!’”

“He said it was comfortable,” Bruce deadpanned.

Jason gawked. “He said what? Oh, that’s it. I’m out. Dinner was great --props to Alfie-- but I’m done. Bye.” He turned to leave, boots thudding against the hardwood.

But Bruce was faster.

Jason barely had time to curse before the flash zapped him, and the world tilted. One moment, he was storming toward the door. The next, he was tiny. Like couple inches-tall tiny.

And, to his horror, Bruce was already reaching for him.

“Oh, hell no! Bruce, don’t you--”

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“Hey, Jaybird!” Dick grinned, throwing up a hand like they’d just bumped into each other on a street corner instead of, you know, inside Bruce’s stomach.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Jason jabbed a finger toward him.

“Oh, you know, just the usual family bonding stuff.” Dick shrugged, his grin widening. “Came for the ambiance, stayed for the company.”

“Don’t you dare laugh this off--"

“I’m not laughing!” Dick said, holding his hands up defensively, though his tone was anything but serious. “Okay, maybe a little.”

Jason let out a growl of frustration, kicking the water at his feet, though it only ended up splashing onto his own legs. “You are such a--”

“Jason?”

That voice was smaller, softer, and Jason turned to see Tim standing a little further away, looking tiny as hell next to Dick. His arms were crossed tightly, his whole posture screaming discomfort.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Jason threw his arms out. “You’re here, too? What, did Bruce swallow all of you before dinner?”

“Not all of us,” came a sharp, clipped voice from somewhere behind Tim.

Jason peered around him and spotted Damian, perched on a high ridge, looking irritated beyond belief.

Jason blinked, then barked out a laugh. “Oh, great. The whole circus. Wonderful.” He threw a hand toward Dick. “Let me guess, this was your idea.”

Dick didn’t deny it, which only made Jason more annoyed. Instead, he clapped his hands, the sound oddly muted by their surroundings. “Look, before you freak out--”

“I’m already freaking out!”

“--this is a trust-building exercise!”

Jason stared at him. So did Tim. Damian muttered something that sounded suspiciously like “idiot” under his breath.

“A what?” Jason said, voice dangerously low.

“A trust-building exercise,” Dick repeated brightly. “Think about it--Bruce clearly trusts us with his life, or he wouldn’t let us in here.”

“He didn’t let us in here. He ate us,” Jason shot back, jabbing a thumb toward the fleshy ceiling.

“Semantics,” Dick said with a grin.

Jason pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering, “Oh my god, I’m gonna kill him.”

“Look, it’s not just about trust,” Dick went on, ignoring Jason’s rising blood pressure. “It’s about contingencies. Think about it -- what if we get separated in the field? What if something like this happens for real? Wouldn’t you rather have this experience under your belt?”

“No!” Tim and Jason snapped in unison.

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I think one of my favorite things about Superman is how quick he is to throw himself into the front lines of any fight. That’s not to say he jumps into fights of course, but any time he’s with the league he’s so, so quick to volunteer to do any and all heavy lifting. In fact, he pretty much assumes that’s the case for any fight. He’s there to tackle the biggest guy on the field, because he can take it while his friends might not be able to. He’s the one watching their back and tanking the grunts while they stealth mission in or track down the head of the operation. It’s such an interesting concept to see this incredibly sweet, mild mannered guy being the one with the most brute strength of anyone.

And you know, that’s one of the reason he’s such an appealing pred to me. This guy, who’s so soft and tender with his friends and civilians, would sooner take the brunt of a literal asteroid himself than let it harm those he cares about (which is pretty much everyone tbh). He wouldn’t hesitate to use his body as a living safe house for anyone who needed it, because that’s just what he does. He protects people. Sometimes that means keeping them inside himself for a moment, but it’s always ALWAYS for their sake and never for his.

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There's something so comforting about imagining yourself tiny. Being taken care of by people that you love and trust. Curling up in bed at night and imagining being curled up in their hand or on their chest.

Knowing that if you were as small as you wanted to be, they'd love you just as much as they do now. They'd cherish you just as much as they do now. They would take care of you, not because they have too, but because they want too.

All they want is the best for you, just like they do when you're normal sized.

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preds have all the power?? uhh but what if I bite you in there?? checkmate

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Villain/Evil preds are so underrated 💕 like noooo omg please don't eat me, that'd be so awful noooo

Evil preds with a soft spot for just ONE prey, mean and awful to everyone else except for their favorite person, always hovering over them and licking them and being overly affectionate. Going from shouting at someone to gently nuzzling their prey because they accidentally scared their prey friend and now they feel bad.

Some poor civillian is shaken from watching the villain go from angry shouting to gently swallowing down someone because they're overstimulated from all the noise.

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prey who is extremely physically sore / pred with stomach muscles that like to squeeze around their prey and apply pressure to those aches like a full-body massage

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The EXACT reason I love transformers noms

Robot preds ☝️ they may be cold on the outside but their insides are nice and warm, they don't produce saliva so you don't have to worry about your things getting messed up.

They're programmed to protect, and what's more secure and protecting than inside of them? You'll be just fine curled up in their core, they reassure you that you'll be safe and unharmed.

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realised my current blog caption could very easily be the thoughts of a prey in a tummy they dont remember entering

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Full of many thoughts tonight...I wanna make a yandere oc that's essentially a building-like entity that wants you and will do anything to keep you within it...the structure of it is fleshy and full of gore, but uncanny blends of normal arcitrcture seamlessly meld into the living tissue to make a strange hellscape that you can't escape from.

It creates an 'ideal' human form to take in order to interact with you, to take care of you, to love and nurture you and your fragile human body. This shell can't leave from the depths of whatever the hell you're trapped in as it gets too weak away from its body otherwise, so it goes above and beyond with keeping you under its surveillance and care.

It'd feed you prey that it drags in, or pieces of its own flesh that the shell lovingly carves away from the walls with tears in its eyes, smiling unnaturally as it forces the raw flesh into your mouth. Loving you is so painful, but in a beautiful way; it doesn't know how to put the feeling into words yet, but it hopes that one day it can explain it to you.

It loves being able to surround you completely and nurture you within it, often times using its shell to force place you within a fleshy patch so it can wrap its slick tendrils around you and spend some quality time with you...the more you struggle and thrash against its love, the more that you sink into the suffocating flesh and the tighter its tentacles secure you into your rightful place. You will rest and lay with it.

The shell often becomes unstable, not being able to hold a human form for a little while as it experiences intense emotions towards you, being reduced to a shambling mess of flesh and bone that constantly reaches for you with malformed, sinewy limbs whilst it constantly whispers your name over, and over. Even when you cover your ears, its voice penetrates your thoughts and chips away at your sanity over time, becoming more relaxing and soothing as it whispers its never-ending confessions of love to your very soul.

(More Home posts can be found on its masterlist!)

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College professor in a vore world teaching biology and being like, "Btw, none of this shit applies to preds. The second someone eats someone, their body just completely stops making sense. There is no scientific reason why someone should be able to reform people, it's just magic. Pred biology is the hardest subject for biology, I would not recommend studying it, it'll drive you insane."

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shut your jaws. tilt your head back. feel their weight slide down your throat. they’re safe and you’re sated, leaning back in your seat with a heavy sigh. bask in the feeling — the fullness. you needed this, and you know they did, too.

after a momentary bliss, pick yourself back up again and drag yourself to bed. you’re long overdue for a nap. try not to jostle them too much. lay down, drape the blankets over yourself, tuck your head under the covers and imagine what it must be like for them to be so warm.

curl around them. close your eyes. bring your knees to your chest and wrap your arms around yourself. slow your breathing. you can feel them cozying themselves against the walls. you’ll both sleep well. sweet, ridiculous matryoshka.

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Super self indulgent messy doodles hastily compiled into barely readable comics. I love gambit sorry y’all. Some of this is actually pretty old so if it looks a bit odd it’s probably because of that 😭

18+/ sexual vore blogs/ mdni please dni! I’m a minor and this is purely just comfort!!