#sfw vore community

[frootietoots]

the feminine urge to curl up inside a warm, breathing belly as a way to escape from the horrors of the real world

nothing would make me feel more secure than being cradled in the hands of someone so unfathomably giant and so, so, so kind. i need that right now. i need to be cared for. the thought of tender fingers curling around me as their maw opens up, a large, soft tongue curling around me slowly, reminding me of what i'm getting myself into. they'd be taking their time so as not to alarm me. with every twitch and jolt of my tiny body they would hesitate, afraid to startle me. as they hold their mouth open, warm breaths akin to that of a sugary-scented summer's breeze would wash over me in a steady, rhythmic pace. i would imagine the movement of their lungs as they breathe, envisioning each organic swell and contraction. they'd take pleasure in knowing what all i'd be thinking, aware after a certain point that my sheepish behavior is not fear, but rather,, something more light-hearted.

and then, i'd be pulled in. the light from the outside world would fade, replaced by a pitch-blackness unlike anything else. it's a comforting, breathing darkness that swallows me whole. this darkness is alive, and it tells me to simply relax. there is no need to strain my eyes with the light in an obnoxious, heartless world. darkness inside of them is where i find peace. besides, i know i'm not alone. if i was alone, the ground would not be shifting and squirming. there would be a soft *squelch* as the saliva trapped underneath their tongue is shifted about, eliciting a chuckle from me. i'd almost be able to feel the way they'd smile around me, knowing at the very least that they got me to laugh if nothing else. my laugh would trail off as my hands brush against their teeth, sharpened at the tips and yet completely harmless to me. to the lasagna i fixed from earlier, no, but i'm alive. i'm a person. they're free to tear into that lasagna as much as they'd like, matter of fact! i worked hard on it. me, however? i'm delicate to them. they know they must be gentle with me. they'd never use their teeth to hurt me. though, i do recognize that they'd like me to pay attention to those teeth of theirs. their tongue, soft and folded underneath me, would move to poke at the divot in one of their molars, bringing my attention to it in the process. i'd smooth my trusting hand over their molar and thumb at every individual detail. it's fascinating, really. i think a big reason why vore intrigues me so much to begin with is because it's all so terribly captivating. everything is alive, and everything alive surrounds me. it's comforting.

i really think we need to appreciate just how nice mouths are, y'know? i think that's an underrated part in vore. there's so much material, and yet it goes untouched for the most part, but i digress

we'd need to move on eventually. their maw would start to fill up with drool, and since i would have been anticipating the upcoming part, i'd already be comfortable and prepared for their tongue to lift, lift, lift, and send me sliding down their throat into a hot, pulsing abyss. every inch of my body would be coated in a thick blanket of slobber by this point, and i imagine that'd definitely make the journey down their esophagus much, much easier. i think most people fail to realize just how challenging it'd be to swallow someone whole without chewing, regardless of their size. or maybe we choose to overlook it bc vore can't technically exist at all irl anyway idk. i like to ramble lol

at some point, the tight, throbbing walls of their gullet would transition into a different space. i'd slip inside, recognizing my ability to move around and get comfortable unlike the other organ i was squeezed into after their swallow. as i'd lean my head back against the fleshy abdominal wall behind me, i'd feel a lack of resistance comparable to a beanbag chair and how it feels to lay in one. the walls would adjust to this new weight, moving to surround me. i would be cradled and held. adored instinctively. their stomach doesn't obviously have cognitive thought, but somewhere within the deep recesses of their mind, their brain perceives me as being more than just sustenance. i am loved here. this is my safe space, and nobody else would be able to agree. that is how i want this to be. if i could write my name somewhere in here, i would. that wouldn't last very long, though.

not a word would be exchanged between the two of us, and yet our silence holds more weight than anything we could say. my throat would feel dry, and i'd swallow a few times before raising my hand to pat at the lining of their precious gut. they'd laugh outwardly, and i'd know that if i could purr, i would be doing it. the tension in my muscles would dissolve into warmth, spreading throughout my small body. i am fragile and exposed, but that is how i like it. it's nice to feel small while being small.

for them, i'm unsure how they'd feel. i like to think that, while unnatural, this process would be enjoyable for them. the stinging ache behind their collarbone would be evidence of me, a reminder of the tiny body they carried into a comforting space. their soft fingers would rub at their neck, gracing over the spot near their adam's apple where i once was. they'd swallow again, feeling the bob of their throat. their hand would trail down to their stomach, pausing right above the taut flesh above their belly. with every rise and fall of my chest they'd feel movement, and they'd attempt to mimic it. i think they'd take in every foreign sensation one at a time, and i'd appreciate that. we're both still new to this, after all.

as they'd adjust themselves to get comfortable in bed, my environment would slowly move with me. i'd wait until i could no longer feel their movement, and then i'd curl up on my side in a small pool of gastric juices and drool. though very muffled, i'd hear the smacking of their lips and their deep, pleased hums as they savor what would be left of my recognizable taste clinging to the surfaces of their mouth. i might even hear them licking their fingers. i'd roll my eyes and bury my face into my arms, only to lift my head upon realizing that my arms are coated in slime. silly me. how could i forget? even with the constant drum of a strong heartbeat and the churning from below of a meal i prepared hours ago for them sounding all around me?

"you're a dork," i'd call out to them, my voice audibly cracking after so long of having nothing to say. the rumbling laughter that would surround me and the way their walls would squeeze around me briefly would remind me of just how small and frail i truly am within them.

"says the one who asked to be eaten earlier," they'd tease, a hint of playfulness evident in their tone. i'd scoff.

"yeah, well, i know you enjoy it. you'd be a liar to say you don't like the aftertaste i left in your mouth earlier," i would reply. they'd pause, and then i'd hear a hum without reply. being the way i am, i'd take that as surrender. not that it mattered. they'd be in a more lovey-dovey mood anyway.

the way they'd yawn would send chills speeding up my spine despite the hot, stale air within the depths of their insides. i'd reciprocate the yawn and then settle in contentedly once and for all within them, finding peace in the silence that would arise again. sometimes i like the silence between us more anyway. it's nice to enjoy your presence, especially when it's all that i can enjoy, really. i'm trapped within you. there's nothing else to focus on. everything is you. everything i look at, smell, hear, breathe in... it's you. it's all you.

thanks for that. i like being here. maybe we can do this again sometime?

[herbalteaz]

I love unwilling prey vs a protective pred. Prey could be the most exhausted and trying to stay awake and "not be weak" while the pred is begging them to go to sleep until they have to take matters into their own hands.

"Away you go!"

Could also work with a pred who pretends to be harsh and eats them without permission but is secretly caring for the prey.

[bichambered-reservoir]

i had a lot of balls posting the sketches for this thing on main

Guess who re-read the absolutely mindbendingly good D,J,M,M fics by @mcchicken-scratches ????

also kind of wanted to redo the old fanart I had done for these 2 fics (i was mainly just irritated with how I drew the mandibles)

the visual and sensory images these two fics bring me is. beyond belief. I read them like bedtime stories

[pineappleparfaitie]

Haven't seen Goop on here in a while

But-

Iff possible

Can i get nommed by them?

-Smol

You got it >:3

[cybersoldier82]

[yuco-the-alien116]

Hello! Welcome!

Names Cam/Mac/Ace, and I'm a artist! I write storys but also draw soft vore!

To clear up confusion, my new sona is A.C.E!

Here is our god

Rules of this blog! (And what it fallows)

Hello, names Cam! I'm the owner of this blog and its character! I'm still new around here, so I'm getting used to stuff still!

The whole point of this account is that it is a safe vore and lore posting account! All characters here are sfw and don't do fatal vore. Only safe stuff here! Just so people don't get confused, I will put some stuff I will and won't do!

Will Do:

SFW vore - any vore that is safe or soft.

Regular drawings - drawings of my ocs or others.

Gore drawings - drawings of blood and guts

Angst drawings - sad drawings of characters

Venting - if I'm sad

Storys - vore and lore storys

Will not do:

NSFW- of any kind

Serten kinks - you know what I mean

Gore - I won't do gore of peoples ocs

Fatal vore - won't do digestion of any kind

Hard vore - vore were prey is hurt

Questionable asks - ask that are a little uncomfortable

Here is my DNI

People who don't like vore don't harass people on this blog

No NSFW blogs should follow or reblog!

Even if you aren't a nsfw blog, but you sometimes reblog nsfw, don't reblog or like or follow me!

Fatal vore people are allowed as long as they don't push anything.

Don't ask if I can draw your character unless it's for a ask with one of my characters.

Don't reblog my post if your not a vore account

People who aren't vore accounts can fallow.

Don't disrespect my characters , friends, or my friends' characters. Such as misgendering, asking to be eaten by prey, or eating a pred, or eat/eaten by an observer ocs (we protect Alana)

For now, that is all I have to say, just be respectful and be kind. This is a safe space!

Ok love yall!

[stormtheskyelf2]

Oh no.

I always look at the vore community and think it's fading. Here I am, sitting here, unmotivated. Voregrouse is gone. I don't know where the ever living heck the person who made all those Voregrunts/VGs is, but I can't find them. Everyone I knew is leaving or has left.

And then I realize that I'm going to be someone who a lot of people look up too.

Ah, sh-

[maybedeletelater]

this blog is for everything I can't post on my main

if you know me no you don't

[frootietoots]

clown vore will be real in 7 seconds

i also love drawing paws so. smiles

[herbalteaz]

Hot Tub Tummy :)

[bichambered-reservoir]

@laulo821

...... the little.... like...

not bite. but placing his teeth on me on the first panel just to remind me he can still bite me in half GHEHEEEHEEE

oughfe i havent drawn enough vore lately, which I find so odd particularly bc it's been on my mind a LOT lately. and oh my god the rugal lip folds are gonna drive me INSANE

[pineappleparfaitie]

What’ll N do about that one poor anon? If he even notices that is LMAO I can imagine the other anons like: 0-0…

(I’m definitely not that one anon /j)

Idk abt them but ik youd be chilling-

[cybersoldier82]

Hey vore/gt community? Which setting do you prefer for gt and/or vore?

Sci fi-🛸

Fantasy-⚔️

Or modern-🏠

Reblog/comment which you prefer for either one, you can like all of em or just one, it don’t matter to me I’m just curious lol

Also I’m on team sci fi for both :3c🛸