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How come you never post anymore? :(

^ This process occurs every ~4 months and then suddenly its been 2 years since I last made a genuine piece of art whoops

Still interested in vore but I have this wack mental block that stops me from creating art. Looking back on my old posts got me missing it tho...

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Quick little thing about what the 'soft vore' and 'safe vore' tags actually mean

Recently I've seen some folks assuming the 'soft vore' and 'safe vore' tags are exclusively cuddly and nons3xual, so I feel like it's important to let you guys know they're not. Soft vore just means prey is swallowed whole, not that they'll live. Safe vore can include fearplay, blood, injuries, and even mild digestion so long as the prey survives in the end.

I understand the assumption that the tags are exclusively wholesome since most of the nonsexual community (including myself) use them and that's perfectly fine, but they're really just descriptors that tell you what the post contains. You can have digestion in the soft vore tag since the two aren't mutually exclusive, and sometimes a story or art piece might even contain both soft and hard, or safe and fatal vore. Explicit material can also exist within the tags, because 'safe vore' and 'soft vore' have no inherent nons3xual connotations. Now that's not to say there isn't an issue with tag spamming or mistagging in the vore community, and for that all I can say is filter tags and post content as liberally as you can and use the block button frequently. It sucks to see triggering content, it really does, especially if it's untagged. I recently had to deal with some pretty bad stuff myself, so I understand. But at the same time, the vore community contains a lot of people whose tastes may not align with yours or fit neatly into specific boxes, and that's okay! Just filter and block where you can.

There ARE new tags that some members of the community use for exclusively wholesome nons3xual vore and that's awesome, but soft vore and safe vore are not, and never really were, those tags. Tldr; Soft vore and safe vore are just tags that tell you if there's chewing or not and if the prey lives or not. They're not exclusively fluffy, they're not nons3xual, and they can be paired with more violent tags if the content contains both themes.

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"Ah Roi du Poison your new size only seems to enhance your beauty!"

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Dual POV vore thing

Idk it wasn’t Twisted Wonderland related until it kinda became. Imagine whatever smug character you want tbh. The only TWST ref is the character’s name

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He had her.

As her tiny form slipped down his throat, he traced her descent. Following the slight bulge from beneath his chin to the crest of his collarbone.

Reclining in the chair, its front wooden legs hovering as his feet rested on the table for balance, he hummed.

Beyond savoring her taste, the sensation of her plunging deeper into his core was undeniably delicious, delectable.

As she pooled into his gut, her immediate squirms and muffled words were met with casual indifference. He pressed the flat of his fingers to his belly, grinning as a flurry of movement occurred in retaliation.

Sure, he’ll release her eventually, but for now, he was going to have some fun with his little toy.

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Plus a prey POV, let’s name her Yuu lol

The asshole actually swallowed her. As Yuu slid down his throat, she was in a shocked trance. Sure, he was playing around with her, raising her above his open mouth and whatnot but she didn’t think the oaf would actually swallow.

Squeezed down his tight gullet, it felt like the world’s most claustrophobic water slide. Yuu dropped into a more open space, the walls dripped with liquid, constantly moving, and the stale odor of past meals made her irritably kick at the nearest wall.

Unbridled chuckles closed in around her, hurling Yuu across the confined space. Her nails dug into the floor, trying to grasp some semblance of stability as she shook off the dizziness. Nerves grated, anxiety fried — she lashed out, hitting and scratching at the walls. Yuu’s entire body was drenched and sticky, courtesy of the oppressive mugginess of her surroundings.

With her hair clinging to her face, Yuu swore she would make this bastard pay the moment she got out of here.

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i’ve done the math, there’s no solution (mouthplay oc short drabble)

A/N: Never properly introduced these OCs, but I’ve had them for a few years. I think they’re like my only OCs that actually get together and stay together lol. Enjoy this super short thingy.

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Lucie’s legs dangled in the air, swinging above the open maw below. Fingers grasped the collar of her shirt, wavering slightly as they began to lower her. She cringed as Samson’s tongue flexed, a pool of saliva gathering towards the center. 

“If you bite me, I will kill you.” She growled, her feet hovering above the squishy surface. Carefully, he placed her atop of tongue, and she laid down. 

A affirmative hum rumbled around her and Lucie relaxed a bit. It wasn’t the first time they’d done this, but it was the first time they were doing it willingly. Still, Lucie tensed as he slowly pushed her towards his throat. Things are different this time, she reminded herself. Things are different. But when she foolishly looked up, memories from before rushed back, overwhelming her. 

“I-I’m not ready!” Lucie squirmed, scrambling away from his awaiting throat and back towards the front of his mouth. A confused noise erupted behind her, but her world shifted forward, and she found herself deposited back onto his hand. 

Lucie shivered a bit, her cheeks flushed slightly as she was sopping wet. Samson’s face held no judgement; his brows furrowed as he moved his hand closer to his face, carefully concealing his fangs. 

“Are you okay, my love?”

Lucie’s heart thrummed in her chest, every bit of self-preservation screamed at her to run away from this giant being, as far as possible. Yet she took a deep breath, reminding herself that it was just Samson. No matter how dangerous he could be, no matter how strong, it was never directed at her. 

She looked back up at him and finally gave him a small nod.

“I’m okay.” 

The waited for a few beats, the air thick with unspoken words. 

Lucie’s eyes darted around, trying to find solace in the vast expanse of Samson’s hand. The weight of the moment settled on her shoulders, and her mind raced with conflicting thoughts. Was she truly okay? Could she trust herself to go through with this? 

As if sensing her internal struggle, Samson’s gaze softened, his eyes a blend of understanding and concern. His voice, deep and soothing, cut through the tension in the air. “Take all the time you need. I won’t rush you.”

Lucie’s chest tightened and she took a deep breath, grounding herself in the trust she’d built with Samson over time. 

“Let’s try again,” she said, her voice steady but laced with vulnerability. 

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Quick doodle on my phone before bed!!!

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Do you think you could kill somebody by eating them and then chugging vanilla extract

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tee hee 

It's... lets get to know each other v0re community part 2!

another bad goblin hair moment

lots of new faces here since last time. Are picrew chains still a thing? Anyway, Reblog with your self or sona!

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Testing this out with my latest hyperfixation :))

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Just a Sip, Darling (Obey Me! vore fic)

A/N: Writing in 2nd person is extremely jarring tbh. I kinda wrote MC more insufferable and spicier than intended...oops. Warning: foodplay and semi-unwilling vore. Enjoy!

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Your eyes flash open, and you find yourself in a sea of liquid. It’s dark, tepid, and a burst of chocolate overwhelms your senses. Normally, you aren’t one to complain about an abundance of chocolate, but this was almost too much; it was as if someone kept a perfume sampler strip, topped with chocolate, under your nose and refused to move it. 

You aimlessly wade through the liquid. It isn’t very deep, but it’s still mildly uncomfortable to be constantly gasping, trying not to let yourself be pulled to the bottom by the thick chocolate.

You scramble atop the only thing floating in this sea of warm chocolate--you’re grateful it isn’t scalding, but you can’t understand why anyone would get lukewarm hot chocolate. Hot chocolate is in the very name; it should at least be above room temperature. Still, you make it on top of your makeshift raft, and once you look down, your stomach sinks. 

You’re on a cat. 

Not a real cat, of course. But the impact still hits the same. It’s a cute hot cocoa topping; the liquid isn’t hot enough to completely melt it, so the marshmallow kitty still has most of its form intact. You can’t help but feel a rush of embarrassment about the fact that you’re forced to result to using a marshmallow to stay afloat. 

Suddenly, the door opens and the vibrations send waves of cocoa toward you. Bracing yourself, you cling with all you have to the slippery marshmallow fluff as a shadow looms over your hot chocolate lake. 

The ripples finally settle, and you look up to find Satan peering down at you, quizzically. 

The demon was already tall when you weren’t bug sized, but now he’s reached impossible magnitudes. Only his face fills your vision, while the rest of his body isn’t even visible past your limited line of view. 

“Is that you, MC?” His voice booms over you, and you resist the urge to cover your ears--not wanting to lose your grip and slip back into the liquid. 

“Y’know me, just taking a bath, normal human behavior and all. After all, hot chocolate happens to be great for the skin.” Considering the circumstances, the words slip out of your mouth with surprising ease.

 He blinks and you sigh, your quip wasn’t exactly lost on him, but he was likely one of the last demon brothers to play along with your terrible jokes. 

“No, Satan, I’m not okay. I’m literally the size of your thumb. What part of that is normal?”

 Satan quirks a brow. “So, you’re in there because...” He trails off, expecting some sort of explanation out of you, but unfortunately, you find yourself fresh out of those. Instead, you gesture with one hand to your edible raft for the demon to fill in the gaps himself. 

He doesn’t. 

You roll your eyes and push yourself a little further up on the marshmallow, so half your body isn’t sinking into the cocoa. It’s going to be a pain to get these stains out. You halfheartedly think to yourself as you look back up at Satan, who is still waiting for your explanation. 

“You know, just wanted to try a new experience and all.” 

He doesn’t laugh. His face isn’t completely stoic, though. Thoughts tinker behind those green-blue eyes, unwilling to spare even a glimpse. You sigh, figuring Beel or Mammon would have quite the opposite reaction if they found you instead.

A small grin paints his lips. “You are quite cute like this, MC, but how did you get so small? The only instances I’ve read about humans shifting sizes have unfortunately been constrained to the realm of fiction.” You can sense the underlying concern dripping off his words, and you sigh; your answer will only make him more concerned. 

“Don’t remember.”  

“What?” 

“Yeah. One moment, I was studying up on Devildom history and the next, floating in a sea of hot chocolate.” 

He frowns a bit. “I see,” is all he mumbles, but the faint pink dusting his cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed by you. 

You open your mouth, trying to coax him to at least lift you out of your mug prison, but a strangled chortle escapes instead. You couldn’t help it! But the moment his eyes flash back down at you, regret seeps in. 

“Uh, am I going to be stuck like this?” 

“Maybe,” Satan sighs, hands draping over his eyes and he looks back at you. “If this is a shrinking curse, I’ll gather the proper ingredients to reverse it, but if it isn’t... I guess you’ll just have to be patient for now, until we figure out what to do.” He shakes his head.

You groan loudly, sinking further into your mug prison. 

“Hmph. I should’ve gotten Lucifer’s help. If only he were here to help me out instead of the ever-so-helpful Satan --- here to save the day with zero ideas and no clue; really played my gacha odds here.” You murmur under your breath, but it sounds loud enough to Satan’s sensitive ears. 

“Really now?” Satan leans closer to the cup. “Well, if you think so, then maybe I should make life harder for a certain someone if he can’t find you for a little while.” Satan hums, and your stomach drops. He isn’t going to do what you think he is. He wouldn’t! 

Satan plants himself on the chair, and your heart sinks to your stomach; He totally would. 

He picks up the cup and raises it to his lips. You feel a shiver of dread run down your spine as he stares down at you with a smug look. 

Oh hell no--Frantically, you try swimming away, against the current, from the lip of the mug, but it’s no use. 

Satan laughs, “Don’t worry, I would never let anything happen to you, MC.” 

Though, you’d like to beg to differ, with his green-blue eyes shining with obvious mirth. The giant blond was getting a kick out of this. “But might as well teach you a lesson about that mouth of yours, darling.” 

Before you retort, he takes a sip of the cocoa, swallowing half of it, and you, in one gulp. 

You’re pulled deeper into his throat, and it's tight and hot. You can feel the warmth of the hot chocolate as it washes around you. You struggle for a moment, trying to give him a taste of his own medicine before the thick humid heat hits you immediately as you squeeze through the sphincter and free-fall down, with the remainder of the cocoa, into his belly. 

You take a moment to grasp your surroundings. It’s not as disgusting as you would have thought. Sure, it’s sweltering and stinks to the high heavens like old spit, but noxious food odors or the acrid bite of acids are surprisingly nonexistent. Chalking it down to Satan not exactly being human, you try exploring your surroundings, but you don’t get very far.

It’s tight and dark. After a few unstable steps, you manage to reach another wall, though, in the darkness, you aren’t sure which direction you are facing in the first place.

You slump against the curved wall, and idly, your fingers trace the soft surface lined with a mucous-like substance. You find yourself strangely comfortable, soothed by the rhythmic churning of the Avatar of Wrath’s insides and the warmth of his body. An odd combination of annoyance and contentment washes over you as the darkness slowly lulls you to sleep. 

Outside, Satan flips the page of his book while a hand rests on his middle. He sighs, still experiencing nothing short of utter bliss. It was impossible not to notice MC’s subtle movements and even as they rest, their weight serves as a constant reminder of just how close they are. His eyes feel heavy and he yawns, marking his place in the book and setting his glasses down on the bedside table. 

“Rest well, MC~” He purrs, content as he flickers off the light. 

He’ll let them out in the morning, but right now, he wants to savor this moment with his little darling. 

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I love tinies with yoinkable clothing

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Thinking about how all of us in the G/T fandom would react if we actually saw a giant or tiny in real life. THINK ABT IT-

like seeing a tiny- I’d be afraid to even touch them because I don’t want to hurt them. But then I wouldn’t want them to leave because they’re so cute and small and- yeah.

Or seeing a Giant. Like a human being so big you can’t even fathom it. We all think we’d be eager to meet them but would we really? Can we even handle seeing something that large move and breathe?

Idk- PLZ SHARE UR THOUGHTS!!!!!

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have you ever wanted to eat someone so bad you fake a toothache? (´･ᴗ･ ` )

commission for @bishie-haven♡

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Under the Mistletoe

Content warning: alcohol mention, semi-willing pred, semi-willing prey

A Heart Pangs fanfic. All characters in this fic belong to @mmmleckerlecker Merry Christmas 🎄

With the changing of the seasons comes the arrival of the coveted invitations to Bakula’s Christmas Bonanza. The fresh flurries in the air signal to Facility staff that they should be expecting it anytime now. Finding out who got one and who didn't always created a stir around the offices. It was a sign of who was on the Supervisor's good side and who wasn't. The party's also a no phone zone with the promise that whatever happens there stays there.

One day before the party, Lux finally receives his invite.

"Here, Feuerbach. You should bring that little friend with you, what's his name again? Benny? Bingo?" Bakula asks as he slides the red and gold envelope across Lux’s desk.

"Benji," Lux corrects.

"Ah yes, Benji. Bring him, I think he'll have a fun time at the party. He's sort of become an unofficial mascot for us higher ups. We just think it's so inspiring how he doesn't let anything break his spirits, it would really spread the festive cheer seeing his face."

"My boyfriend is not some prop to parade around. Sorry sir, but I have to decline the invitation if that's how you feel."

"You will be bringing him if you want to continue working here after the holiday weekend. I know someone with your needs can't afford to lose a job like this."

Lux grits his teeth and takes the envelope. "We'll see you tomorrow."

"Excellent," the Supervisor responds with his classic chilling smile.

Lux finishes his paper work and clocks out. Once in his car he let's out a long sigh, unsure of how long he'd been holding his breath. Since returning to work, tension has been high between Lux and other workers. Some made it very apparent that they were unhappy that the Golden Boy  was back with seemingly no repercussions. Others welcomed him with warm smiles and hugs. No matter what though, all eyes have been on him the past couple months. The invitation however made it clear where Bakula stood.

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"Honey, I'm home," Felix calls out to his house, the air now filled with life and love.

"I'm in the kitchen, dinner will be out shortly," Benji calls back.

Felix closes his eyes and takes in the warm smell of cooking beef, potatoes, and carrots. He was never a fan of beef stew, that was until he tried Benji’s. Benji has a way of cooking it to where all the vegetables are perfectly cooked and yet the meat keeps a slightly rare center. Felix opens his eyes and moves to the dining room. After setting the table, Felix patiently waits for the filling meal to bring out the hot stew. Benji comes from the kitchen with a "ta-da" flourish and places the meal between them.

"How do you always know when I need something like this," Felix asks as he fills up his bowl.

Benji raises his shoulders in a shrug as he spoons the dinner into his own dish. "It just seemed about time. Why? Cecil drama again?"

"No, he's back to having his nose up my ass," Felix pauses to eat a large spoonful, "I got my invitation to Bakula’s party today."

"Congrats! I was worried it wouldn't be coming."

"That's not all though. He insists that I bring you too."

The utensil falls from Benji’s hand and clanks against the ceramic bowl. His mouth agape as he looks to his boyfriend for any tell that he's joking. Quickly Benji realizes that Felix’s not.

"And what did you tell him?" Benji interrogates through slightly gritted teeth.

"I said that we'd be there."

"What! Why?" Benji shouts as he stands from the table. "After everything he put us through, do you really not see how this has got to be another set up or something."

The wolf turned sheep looks away from his angered friend. "He threatened to fire me if I didn't."

"Did you even consider how that potentially puts me in danger?"

"Benji I-"

"I need to talk to Camille about this," Benji interrupts.

He picks up his bowl and takes it to the bedroom he and Felix share. Felix listens carefully and sure enough he hears the door lock behind Benji. Felix finishes his serving of the meal in partial silence, the ticking of the kitchen clock and Benji’s muffled voice keep him company. Once done, Felix stores the remainder away in the fridge and washes dishes. Without Benji there to assist with drying, Felix leaves them on the rack. He then makes his way upstairs and lightly taps on the bedroom door.

"Benji I promise I wouldn't have brought it up if I thought you'd be in any danger. We don't have to stay long, just enough for him to see we showed up."

"30 minutes max, then we go."

"Then we go," Felix agrees.

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The pair arrive at the Bakula residence wearing matching Christmas sweaters that say "Naughty" and "Nice". In Felix’s hand is a wrapped bottle of Bakula’s favorite brand of whiskey.

"Very nice to see you both," Bakula greets as he opens the door, on his head is a Santa hat. "Come inside, the party is just getting started."

Benji closely follows the two preds as they all enter the house. At the front they drop their phones into a filled bucket. To Benji’s surprise, he's not the only prey at the party, though he is the only one without cropped ears. The knowledge of their fate causes the blood to drain from his face and he holds tight to Felix's hand. The pair make their way to the drinks table and each take a peppermint scented drink.

"Benji! Lux! Great to see you made it," a familiar voice exclaims.

Benji and Felix turn to see Lenora in a Santa style dress with red and white striped tights. For the first time since Benji has met her, her hair is down and loosely curled. The couple take their turn giving Lenora a hug and idly chat with her.

"You two look absolutely adorable. Why didn't we ever wear matching sweaters, Lux?" Lenora asks, feigning jealousy.

"Uh, I never knew you wanted to," Felix replies.

"I'm just joking, Feuerbach. The thought of be being a matching couple makes me break into a cold sweat. It's cute when you two do it though. Here let me take a picture for you."

Lenora takes a disposable camera out of her purse and positions them in the archway by the kitchen. She's about to take the photo when someone shouts.

"Hey Lux! Look up," a worker from the crowd cries, followed by kissy noises.

Benji and Felix look up above them and see a mistletoe hanging. Felix gives Benji a look as if to say "If you want to." With all eyes on them now, Benji stands on his toes and quickly places a small kiss on Felix’s lips. The onlookers react in a mixture of aws and sounds of discomfort. Satisfied, they return to their banter. That is, all except one. Bakula makes his way to where Felix and Benji are and wrinkles his face in disproval.

"I think we're going to be heading out now," Felix announces.

"Oh I don't think so," Bakula retorts, a smile stretches across his lips.

"Thank you for the invite, but I promised my mom I'd stop by tonight," Benji chimes in.

They begin to head to the door but are stopped by Bakula placing his hand on Felix's shoulder.

"I forgot to tell you the rules for the mistletoe. You see it's one thing if two preds end up under the mistletoe. But a pred and a prey? I think you can catch on where I'm going with this."

"We're leaving," a stern Felix says.

"So you don't want your bonus then? Don't bother coming in on Monday either."

"Sir, you can't be serious."

"You know I'm a man of my word. Now Lux, what's your decision?"

Felix glances down at Benji and reflexively swallows. Then he cups Benji's face and lowers his mouth to the level of Benji's ear.

"I took some neutralizers before we left in case I became tempted, like my sponsor suggested. You'll be safe."

Benji nods, closes his eyes, and tenses up as he waits for the series of events that he's now unfortunately grown accustomed to. Felix gently kisses Benji three times. Once on the forehead, then the cheek, and finally on the lips.

Mouth stretched wide, Felix and lowers it down over Benji’s head. Lenora goes to stop Felix but is held back by another worker.

Felix takes his first swallow. It had been so long since he last felt this sensation with Benji. The moment feels like a lifetime ago. Felix relishes in the sweet taste as his tongue feels Benji's soft skin. His legs nearly buckle as he takes the second swallow. All eyes are on him now in a hushed room.

Hands go to Benji’s back as Felix hungrily feels up and down the form that will soon be inside him. The wandering digits find home on either side of Benji and latch on as Felix hoists him up in the air.

With eager throat, Felix swallows again. Benji’s legs kick in panic from the new position and aide in the process of sliding him down. Felix wishes he could tell Benji to relax to make it easier for them both to get it over with, but another part of Felix enjoys the spectacle he's making.

Felix swallows again and groans as Benji's shoulders start to stretch their way down. Felix drops to his knees as he swallows once more and feels Benji begin to enter the hot chamber of his stomach.

Another swallow and only Benji’s lower half is left. Felix massages at his neck as the hips go past his teeth. The taut and warm skin of his throat feels electric under the touch.

The final swallows come with ease and Felix falls to all fours as he catches his breath. When the room stops spinning, and Felix is brought back down to earth, he hears the applause come from his audience. Bakula walks up to panting Lux and pats him on the shoulder.

"Good boy.  You've earned it," the Supervisor says with a cool voice. He tosses down the envelope containing Lux’s bonus. "Merry Christmas."

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“Fake it if you have to, but get along with him”

“I’m sure he will become a powerful asset to you”