#vore drabbles

[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?

[sinfulforrest]

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 writing can be found right here and here, and its appearance can be found here! Here's another doodle here, too :3 )

[nom-central]

Your friend wants to eat you. Badly.

It's been like this for a while now- they've been staring at you a lot lately and wanting to be in your company a lot, always asking to hang out and hovering nearby. You can hear their stomach EASILY since they're so close- growling and groaning impatiently. They've taken to wearing thick sweaters to muffle the sound, but no matter how much they've eaten or how many layers they wear, it still insistently growls out for living food. Like you.

They know better than to just gobble you up; you've never been very receptive to the idea from other people and have fought your way out of jaws before. So you'd never let them, surely... But watching them struggle with this was agonizing. They were either going to snap, or starve themselves. It had to stop at some point, and you'd rather your friend not get hurt.

One day you've had it. They've come over for movie night, but their stomach is once again making a racket just from being next to you. You pause the movie to get up and get a snack, and they mumble that they'd like one too... When you come back, you set down your things and turn to your friend. Their curious expression turns to one of shock and surprise as you practically press yourself onto them, feeling the vibrations of their stomach through their hoodie as you grab onto their face.

"I want you to eat me."

[safe-from-sharp-teeth]

It starts with the teeth.

You trace your fingers over the sharp, white bones before you. They’re slick with saliva, not unlike the gaping maw you find yourself looking into. What terrible objects - created to gnash and bite and maim and chew. And yet, here they stand docile, so gently awaiting your entrance, so scared to poke or cut you.

Warm breath washes over you as you move your hands inside. Your face reddens involuntarily. The tongue is scared to touch or taste you. It sits idly by, pressed deep into the floor of the mouth as if the pred was at the dentist’s office. You smile and pat the large organ. It’s okay; you’re not going to hurt me.

The atmosphere is eerily still yet pulsing with little signs of life. You can hear the pred’s shaky breaths, the squish and squelches of your movements inside the mouth, and the low thrum of the blood rushing through the creature’s veins. You know a symphony is coming - the throat and the stomach await your curtain call. You lie on the tongue now, head peeking over into the abyss. It’s impossibly, deliciously warm.

You take a breath...and make your entrance.

[squirmifyoulike]

Listen I am a simple woman

Sometimes I just want to see two women fall in love with each other, have a sweet, devoted relationship, but one of them has a secret - she can eat people

And sometimes i just want to see the relationship end well with a loving session of one of them, the pred, consuming her S/O

i am so eepy i woke up early but yeah sapphic vore my beloved

[nightmarevore]

a switch flips in Rowan's head. where he was standing and talking to luke, his expression falters. his eyes are distant as he looks up from his beloved and where they are. when did they get in public? where are they? he knows luke is in front of him. he can see him and smell him. he’s right in front of him. but who are all these people that surround them? the smell is overwhelming. his stomach churns as dread over takes the predator. this isn’t home. this place isn’t safe. luke needs to be inside him. luke is safe inside him. wouldn’t it be easy to swallow him down now and take him some place they can be safe, where rowan can protect him from the pain of the world? from all these strangers who stare at the two like they’re freaks….

“rowan? are you okay?” luke’s voice chimes through rowan’s panic. the predator’s eyes shoot towards his boyfriend. his face flushes, and he grabs luke’s arm tightly. rowan’s stomach growls in quiet desperation to keep its prey safe. “what’s happening, love?”

without much thought, rowan’s mouth opens wide, and all luke sees is the back of rowan’s throat before he’s shoved into the darkness of his maw. he’s desperate, almost as if eating luke is a requirement to staying alive. as if he didn’t have his beloved boyfriend within him, the two of them would cease to be. luke’s left dazed and confused, his body tensing up as rowan stuffs him into his gullet. 

“rowan?!” he calls out, pressing his hands up against his partner. he attempts to push him away. they’re in public, why would he do this now?! his words are left on deaf ears as a loud swallow pulls luke into the predator’s throat. 

loud gasps. a few people in the crowd watch what happens before them. a man, out of nowhere, began swallowing the person next to him. predators exist, it’s not a shock that they have to eat another in order to sate their appetite. in public, in such a crowded space, though? people couldn’t help but look on in some kind of shocked horror.

rowan holds luke in place as aggressive, panicked, and desperate swallows pull his head and body deeper within him. luke hears how fast and panicked the predator’s heart is beating. something is wrong, and it’s too tight for luke to call out to him and ask what’s going on. even if he could, he didn’t think he’s getting an answer. it… feels like a fugue, but something tells him it’s not. he wouldn’t be in such a panic. 

luke’s flavor blesses rowan’s senses. his scent fills his nose as he swallows him down in an act of love and protection. in an act of pure desperation. he thinks he’s hungry, or maybe he isn’t, and this is just what his mind is demanding he do. it’s tight as his cherry slips down further his gullet. his body squeezes him from all sides and holds him in place. each swallow leaves luke more and more immobile. his arms are pressed up against his own body, constricting him. 

love luke. crave luke. devour luke.

protect him from everything and everyone.

another swallow squeezes and massages luke’s being further down, his head forcefully being shoved into his stomach. his middle visibly expands as the shifter begins to be deposited inside. 

“rowan, what’s going on?” luke finally takes a breath and speaks. it’s a relief that it’s easier to speak in his stomach. “what happened?” 

the predator purrs, continuing to swallow his partner down. he lifts him up, one hand reaching for his middle. he feels it grow as more of luke is forced inside. 

right where he’s safe. right where he belongs. right where he needs him.

his stomach expands more and more. luke’s entire being is forced into the chamber, quickly and desperately. he attempts to shift amidst all of this, trying to figure out what to do and how to sit. rowan would never just suddenly eat him in public like this. rowan hates doing any of this in public. something is terribly wrong.

aggressive and hard swallows send luke’s legs down the predator’s throat, his shirt rising over his middle and growing at a fast pace. both of his hands reach down to his middle and hold tightly onto his skin. he needs to feel the weight of luke inside him, whether it’s the shape his stomach takes, the sensation of luke entering him. of the weight inside his expanding middle. his hands hold a tight grip as his fingers sink harshly into his skin. his nails dig into the layers of skin as he attempts to support the weight of his middle. 

one final swallow sends the rest of luke down, and his head remains tilted upwards until he feels the love of his life finally and fully slide down to his center. it’s marked with a rumble and luke’s muffled voice, but he can’t make out the words. even if he wasn’t muffled, would rowan be able to pay attention to what he’s saying in the first place?

rowan’s eyes shoot open. they’re wide yet glossy. rowan himself isn’t all there. he growls, keeping his hands glued to his middle as the scent of every living person that surrounds them fills his nostrils. it’s overwhelming. it makes him sick.

people are staring. they look on to the predator, some in horror. some people back away. rowan begins to walk, forcing his way through the crowd. a woman, someone he doesn’t know, someone so unfamiliar to him he doesn’t know her name, gets TOO close to him. too close to his middle. his stomach. his luke. his world, his everything. 

the pressure of his hands sink deeper into his belly as the low growl in the bottom of rowan’s throat turns into a snarl, and sharp teeth snap at the strange woman. she sees a monster who swallowed a man whole not just a moment before, and the predator wants to keep it that way. she screams, fearful that this man was going to bite her and strike her down. drool drips from his lips as the rage in his eyes burn deep like a fire. 

“rowan! what the hell is going on?” luke calls out. 

rowan can't hear him. he squeezes his middle with teeth out for the world to see. nobody will hurt him, or his cherry. 

[smol-and-trashy]

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.

[spookyscarycreepydollgirl]

He groans in pleasure as he feels her soul beginning to struggle against his. He can taste all the parts of her he admires as though they are spread out across his tongue. As her physical body weakens inside his belly, her soul opens up to him, helpless and trapped on all sides by a stomach made to keep more than flesh.

“Oh Ida, you are every bit as beautiful as I knew you would be” He cooed, hunger and adoration intertwined.

Can she feel how beautiful she is to him? Or does his hunger overshadow that part of him even now? When all walls and secrets between them should be dissolving? He hopes not, he hopes his admiration sears her soul as deeply as his stomach acids sear her flesh. He hopes she drowns in his adoration, that she softens in his gratitude, that she is undone by his regard.

Her soul seems to recoil at the very idea that he feels so strongly. It is not that she does not desire him or recognise him. But rather, that she is afraid, afraid that his love will disappear if he sees any more of her, if he sinks his fangs too deeply into what makes her, Ida. She thinks he will reject her, that he will spit her out. She underestimates the depth of his hunger, the depth of his love. Even after he has licked clean every scrap of her, he is confident, he will never stop wanting more.

She cries out and whines as his stomach tightens, were she anyone else, it might have been simple fear, but here and now he senses that she is overwhelmed by the feelings inside him. She wants to be corrupted and overtaken, to drown in him and succumb to his twisted ravenous affection. She has never felt more loved and that truly scares her. She does not believe she deserves him.

Which is ridiculous, when it is he who does not deserve her. He is a monster, a predator, a hopeless glutton, who is at this very moment digesting the one person he values most in all the world. If she wants him as much as he wants her, who is he to deny her? To reject or abandon her? He is nothing but a simple minded spider, a gaping void of hunger that can never truly be fulfilled. If Ida wants him, all of him, then she has but to ask and he will lavish her in affection until she forgets where his love ends and she begins.

[fmoe1997]

Angel was no stranger to kinks. Given his line of work and overall lifestyle, he had been through it all. From the normal to the strange, he had gone through every deviant scenario one could think of. By now every part of him had been sold to someone at some point for their own pleasure. This was all to say that, while he had participated in exhibitionism plenty of times, the person this request came from was what surprised him the most. But as he grinded against the giant, wet muscle inside Alastor's mouth, it began to make a lot more sense.

He had barely stripped off his boots behind the hotel before he heard a sound akin to the breakage of bone, and a dark shadow began to loom over him. When he tentatively raised his head, boots in hand, he met with the glowing, twin crimson dots in the pitch-black eyes of his love. His smile had been stitched at the corners by ghostly green thread, and his antlers extended far above and beyond his head. Aside from this fearsome change, he remained more or less the same Alastor he knew.

So he held no fear when he felt one of his giant hands scoop him into his palm, and he let his shoes fall to the ground. The two of them rose up until Alastor stood at least twenty stories tall, if Angel counted the hotel floors correctly. He must have served a tantalizing sight for the giant sinner as he rested on his hands and knees, because while his back was turned he felt something wet push roughly against his rear. It even reached between his legs to tease his dual sexes as it lifted him off the surface of Alastor's hand.

Angel moaned against Alastor's palm and shook from what he accurately surmised to be his tongue, before his lower half unceremoniously dropped back down as he drew away. Although he felt unsteady, the small spider rolled onto his back so he could get a better view of Alastor. He watched the tongue that enveloped him earlier taunt him as it dragged along the outside of Alastor's lips. A sight that left him breathless and brought a fire between his legs.

He wasn't bashful in how he played with himself in Alastor's palm. While his upper hands threaded eagerly through the fluff on his chest, his lower hands tended to both of his sexes. With one hand wrapped around his rigid member, he slowly stroked it up and down, and the other reached lower as it massaged his puffy lips. All underneath the intense gaze of the hungry giant. An observation more literal than Angel realized.

As he continued to pleasure himself, rivers of saliva poured from the corners of Alastor's lips. Soon, those yellowed fangs that made up his grin parted, and his enormous tongue snaked out from between them. But this time, Angel felt himself rise up to meet it. His heartrate increased and, before Alastor even tilted the hand he rested on, he knew what would happen next.

When he felt himself slide down his wrist, he didn't fight it as he got deposited within the giant's mouth. As soon as his body collided with that giant, wet muscle, saliva coated every inch of him. Although he tried to hold onto it, he found it impossible given its slippery, smooth surface. He only received the briefest view of his new surroundings as he looked around before the light of Hell disappeared behind Alastor's sharp-toothed grin. In this newly darkened space, he was left entirely at his mercy.

He couldn't deny the fearful flutter in his heart. Although he trusted Alastor, this was new even for him, and he stood in a very precarious position. Where one wrong move could spell a very unfortunate end for him. It honestly made it all the more exhilarating when he felt the tongue he sat on move with the smallest motions.

Those purposeful undulations rocked against Angel's lower body, aimed specifically for his genitalia. It quickly made him forget about his minor worries as he rolled his head back with a dull moan. With nothing to hold onto, he gave into these pleasurable waves as he sat back and rode them out as they came.

He rocked with the motions as if he rode a horse and grinded out his satisfaction. The small bumps that made up his tongue pressed into and spread his lips, before they dragged along the underside of his shaft. It gave a similar effect to the ribbed sex toys he had sampled on himself, whose ridges only served to heighten his pleasure. His breaths came shorter, and he pressed his lower hands against the flexing muscle as best he could as he kept himself upright.

One of his upper hands returned between his legs, and he pressed his throbbing erection against the giant's tongue as he bore his hips down on it. He bit back another groan that built in his throat and focused on the feeling that rose in his core. His hand wrapped around his length, and he furiously stroked it closer to the end he approached. Hot, humid, and completely drenched in saliva and sweat, exhaustion began to creep on him, but he pushed forward regardless.

His cock pulsed painfully with pent-up release, and his pussy similarly ached. Every exhale carried a moan lost in the cavern of Alastor's maw. But he knew he heard him as his throat rumbled an earthquake through his tiny form. It denoted the contented amusement he found in the writhing form of the man inside him. And that finally tipped Angel over the edge as he threw his head back with a powerful orgasm.

He sat flush against his tongue as he pumped rope after rope along it, down into the pit of his esophagus. Blind as he was, he couldn't see it, but that idea stuck with Angel as he humped the subsequent loads through his hands. Concurrently, his legs squeezed against the slimy tongue he sat on as he coated it with slick. Both minor deposits given Alastor's size, and Angel doubted he even felt or tasted any of it.

When Angel finally rested back, exhausted and content, he felt cool air wash over him and he was dropped back into his lover's hand. He gulped in lungfuls of air while he lay in a sticky pool of spittle. Through partially lidded eyes he saw Alastor peer down at him, somewhat concerned, which Angel dismissed with a weary thumbs-up. Reassured, he saw Alastor's tense grin relaxed, and he felt a large thumb brush against his defiled hair.

When Angel inevitably caught his breath, he blinked his eyes open and rolled over. He grabbed the base of Alastor's digits and pulled himself up just enough to peer through them. As he expected, they hadn't moved an inch from the hotel. That entire experience happened where anyone could see it and nobody was the wiser. Something that didn't sit quite right with the spider, as he felt exhibitionism was meant to draw attention.

He looked lower towards the ground, to the spot where he had disrobed mere moments ago. Then he looked back to Alastor's lower half, and found something that could fix that particular problem. A noticeable rise behind the fabric of his elongated dress pants, at least the size of a small mountain. Angel smiled and knew they were far from done.

If Alastor wanted to put on a show, that's exactly what they were going to do.

[jerseryjers]

Let me crawl inside you.

I want you to feel the way I rest against your heart. I’ll tap a romantic melody on your ribs and tickle your stomach to give you butterflies.

[wendy130]

One Of Those Days

// Very short writing prompt to get back into the groove. Inspired from this art post I made. Thanks @x-pair-o-dice-x :P

// Warnings: soft vore, safe vore, fluff

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“Hi Techno.”

Techno peers an eye open, blinking slowly as his eyes flicker down onto the empty beach. His gaze lands on a familiar black-and-white haired human, and he hums sleepily, “hullo Ranboo.”

The human looks… tired. More so than usual, at least. They’re shifting back and forth on their feet, looking rather anxious. And, despite it being a hot summer day, they’re wearing a sweater and long pants. On a beach, no less. Usually, they’d be wearing some kind of floral shirt.

He shifts his tail, which is submerged into the ocean, and lifts his head off of his folded up arms with a yawn, “did you need something?”

Ranboo falters and hugs their arms, “uh. Yeah.”

He waits for them to continue on, raising an eyebrow when they don’t. “Okay? What do you need?”

Their mouth opens and closes like a floundering fish, and— now he just feels concerned for the human. “Well, uh,” they start slowly, “I— I, uh, wanted to ask something of you— you don’t have to say yes, obviously. I would understand if you wouldn’t want to—“

“Ranboo,” he cuts them off with a grumble. It only serves to make them more nervous, but he was never the best with comforting people through flowery words. “I’m sure I’ll be fine with whatever you’re talking about, but I kinda need to know what you’re on about.”

“Oh. Right. Uh,” Ranboo digs their nails into their arms with a wince. “Um. I was wondering if… well, if you’d be okay with… with… Um.” Their next words are so quiet and quick, Techno has to strain his ears to understand them. “Eating me.”

And— Oh.

Techno feels his heart soften immediately as he rolls onto his side to reveal his underbelly. “Is it one of those days?”

Ranboo takes the invitation immediately, dragging themselves over to his chest and leaning against it. “Mm.. yeah.”

“…Want to talk about it?”

“No.” 

He doesn’t push. “Okay.”

Neither one speaks for a few minutes, no words needing to be said. They know each other well enough to understand the other’s needs without tedious words. Techno breaths in and out slowly, letting Ranboo match the leisured pace, and Ranboo presses their ear against his chest, listening to Techno’s beating heart, to his powerful lungs, and to his rumbling stomach. 

They sit, until Ranboo has enough courage to pull away. 

Techno takes it as his cue to cup his hands around the boy and pulls them to his face. “Still want to hide away for a bit?” When Ranboo nods, he parts his jaw open to reveal a glistening, hungry maw awaiting the two-color haired teen. Sliding them past his sharp teeth with ease, he hums in delight. Ranboo always did taste good. 

Ranboo bats at his tongue gently as he starts to lick them, soaking up their flavor. “Oh come on, you really can’t hold yourself back, can you?” 

He chuckles fondly, mumbling around them, “hey, if I’m getting the chance to eat you, I want to enjoy it a little~”

They groan, and he lets out another chuckle, tucking them further into his mouth with a purr. Despite his teasing words, he continues onwards and left them hanging at the edge of his throat. 

“Ready?” He hums, his voice rumbling deep into the human’s bones from how close they are to his throat. 

“Yeah,” the human whispers, pawing at his tongue. 

With that confirmation, he tilts his head back and swallows. He hovers a hand right against his throat, feeling their little bump glide down against his hand and— something about Ranboo just clicks his instincts into overdrive. 

They feel like a mer pup, albeit much smaller, who’s getting tucked away to be safe and sound. He purrs, loud and comfortingly. They’re much safer in his storage, where nothing can reach them. 

He lays back down, shifting to rest on his back instead of his stomach, and he places a hand over his storage as something featherlight slips in. “You good?” he drowsily murmurs.

A muffled ‘yes’ is all he gets before he feels them flop down with a groan. 

He chuckles. “Alright. I’m going back to napping. Let me know when you want out.”

[sinfulforrest]

some Home thoughts because I'm feeling for that weird fleshball!! Some are fluffy, some are more smutty.

More Home writing can be found here :3

SFW

♡ Home loves being very close to you, and is surprisingly handsy and clingy. It loves snuggling up behind you and holding you whether you're up and about or trying to rest. It's big on handholding too, and loves watching the movements of your fingers as they intertwine with its own limbs.

♡ When it feels content, it emits a deep rumbling noise, almost like a cat's purr. Its shell will shiver and tremble with excitement at points, and the fleshy walls that make up the true form of Home that you both reside in will pulse and throb with affection as well. Gets a little embarrassed by the purring, but it instantly melts away when it sees you smiling at it fondly.

♡ Sometimes it gets a little too excited though, and its back will split open! It's nothing to be scared about though; the thin tentacles and tongues and tendrils that emerge from the cavity lovingly wrap themselves around any part of your body that they can reach. It loves being able to delicately touch such a small being like yourself in this shell that it made.

♡ It loves having its hair petted and played with, and it made its shell with long hair in order for you to fuss over it! It would adore you if you did its hair for it, gently brushing through its soft locks would make Home relax and lean into your touch.

♡ As it doesn't have proper lips, Home is a bit frustrated that it can't properly kiss you. It often nuzzles the top of your head as its way of giving you a kiss, or will gently take your palm and hold it up to their exposed teeth.

♡ Home loves observing you, both when it's in the shell and when it chooses to occupy its true form. When in its shell, Home is endlessly fascinated by all the little unique parts of your body that make you...you. Within its endlessly expanding fleshscape that's constantly shifting, it loves how you remain the same under its tender care, and will constantly tell you small little features of yours that it becomes smitten with.

NSFW

♡ Home is a pretty gentle lover, all things considered. It's very clueless about romance and love, being an eldritch monster and all (that also isn't used to being in a miniscule shell of a human!) so every sexual experience with you is a learning opportunity to understand your bodies even more.

♡ Prefers slow, passionate sex with you. The sensations are so alien to Home, but it just simply adores burying itself into you and filling you up. It's very observant though, and will learn rather quickly what gets you going or turns you off.

♡ Home got rather flustered when designing its shell so it never put proper genitalia onto it; in its place, however, is a pretty fat and meaty tentacle. It secretes lubricant so it can enter you more easily, and it can freely move it as well. It's pretty textured in different places, and Home likes it when it can make you come undone on it.

♡ It loves to pleasure you orally and can't get enough of how you taste on its tongue. Home can unhinge its mouth to an abnormal degree, so expect it to look as though it's consuming your entire lower region as it pleasures you with its ever-hungry tongue.

♡ If you give it consent, Home will use the hypnotic bulbs on its torso to lull you into a semi-conscious state whilst it fucks you. Home loves the difference in sensations within your body when you're like this. It also feels like it can be slightly rougher with you when you're under its compulsion, and will often set a pretty punishing pace if it gets too lost in those good feelings.

♡ Home will often use its tentacles to pleasure you as well, teasing you with them until it drives you mad. It can change the look and feel of these tentacles at will, and can make them have a variety of different functions to help reduce you to a fucked out state. Would absolutely have a tentacle in every single one of your holes if you wanted it.

♡ Sometimes it hoists you up against the fleshy walls but lets you sink into the flesh as it fucks you. You don't need to worry about getting truly consumed by Home as the flesh holds you firmly in place and will instantly cease its grip if you ask Home. Home wouldn't admit it, but it likes how helpless and at its mercy you are in this position.

♡ On occasion Home's gotten so lost in the moment that when it climaxes, it often releases a clutch of non-fertilised eggs deep into you. It gets pretty turned on seeing your stomach swell full of the eggs, and will often keep its tentacle inside you and feel up your stomach as you lay there panting in each others embrace. Wishes that it could work up the courage to truly impregnate you, but worried that it could end up hurting you or affecting your purity.

♡ Huge on aftercare though. Absolutely loves doting on you after the two of you finish making love, in its weird Home way. It always ends the same way though- with the two of you tangled up together as you hold each other closely, listening to the steady pulse of yourself and Home's true form.

[nom-central]

"Aren't you excited? After this you're going to be a real predator like the rest of us!"

I look down at your trembling form, curled up in my palm. I'm not too sure where they found you, but I'm sorry that you were found at all. I never asked to be a part of this, but being born into a family of people-eaters isn't something anyone asks for. I have no interest in eating anyone alive, but traditions are traditions...and I worry that if I don't, someone else will definitely hurt you. The expectant, excited looks on everyone's faces are mirrored by my reluctant expression, and I study you again. I'll try to make this quick.

When I lift you up to my mouth, you don't make a sound. Even when my warm breath washes over you and you touch my tongue, you don't kick or cry out. Have you already accepted your fate as my food? I nearly choke on you when I swallow- you're so small, yet you're bigger than anything I've ever eaten. Cheers and applause ring out from my peers, but I can only focus on how strange it is to have something living sliding down my throat. It feels good, which makes a pang of guilt stir up within me. I was made for this, but I don't like it.

I can feel you slide into my stomach, still shaking out of fear. My peers congratulate me, but all of my attention is on you. I couldn't apologize then, but when I am left alone I will free you. Neither of us asked for this, and I can only hope you'll forgive me.

[brick-a-doodle-do]

"they frantically shoved another handful of swedish fish in their mouth"

rhhrhrhrh i had trouble with this but now i got it all figured out! i also switched the characters so many times and we eventually ended up with bedrockbros so yippeee ! ?

blinded by imperfect form

wc: 589

cw: intrusive thoughts, uninvited vore-related instincts, swearing

—–—

Light from the television hung lowly over Tommy's face, which Techno had only noticed because....well, because he was watching Tommy. Not stalking him, or plotting his murder, just, Tommy was in eyeshot, and he was small, and Techno happened to have rather entitled voices holding Tommy and his fragile form captive, and he found it soothing to watch the way the tiny moved.

The tiny was propped on a pillow supported by Techno's legs, who laid along the couch with a blanket keeping him warm from the winter air. The rest of the blanket had ended up around Tommy, who leant into it like he owned it.

And that was partially true, because some part of him had picked apart a sewing hobby over a boring coarse of life and decided it was worth it to present the boy with a gift.

Only, again, because of his voices.

Normally he wouldn't indulge in the activities his voices prompted, but this seemed harmless enough; it's not like Tommy was bothered by giant gifts and the occasional prowl.

Speaking of which, Tommy had seemed to tear his attention from the screen (which was playing Moana on a very convincing three-step plan that Techno had ended up giving into on account of his own pity of Tommy) to ask Techno for another piece of food.

Instead of asking, he stopped short and tensed at the intent eye-contact from Techno.

"Uh, Techno?" Tommy asks.

Techno's eyes never falter around Tommy as he responds. "Hh, yep?"

"Any reason you've decided to stare at me 'n shit?"

Techno shrugs. "You're unusually small, if you haven't noticed. Don't wanna lose you, Phil'd have something strong to say about that," he says. Okay, it had been made up on the spot, but it's not as if Tommy was anything unfamiliar with his voices, although admitting of his instincts only dug an opportunity for embarrassment.

Tommy blinks. "Wh– Techno I'm not gonna fall or something! I'm not fucking stupid," Tommy says, defensively.

It would be much easier for him to not fall if he was somewhere safer, a voice muses as his eyes drift onto the floor; more importantly the tumbling fall that'd injure the tiny without a second thought.

"Whatever, 'Creep-no-blade', I want food," Tommy demands, just as Techno had assumed.

"Yeah? And what food would that be?" he asks, eyes finding the various bags of snacks that had accumulated near Techno.

"Uh..." Tommy trails off as he gazes over his options: popcorn, Swedish Fish, M&M's, chip's, and... oh, well, there was a bag of donuts.

As Tommy decides, a voice chimes in with an peskily persuasive reminder as to what he wants for a snack.

"Techno? You with me, big man?" Tommy asks, pulling him out of his thoughts. He swallows, for the first time in a long time feeling genuine uncertainty.

"Ah, I hope so. What'd you say?"

"Popcorn," Tommy repeats.

He obliges, digging into the bag of popcorn and grabbing a piece, then handing it over to Tommy. The tiny's hands grab at it, two needed to support the almost air-like weight of it.

How easy it would be to grab Tommy right there and put him where he needs to be.

Techno's throat swallows impulsively as he imagines Tommy travelling down his gullet and finding a soft spot in his storage.

Instantly, upon his now-troubled self, he ignores his impulsivities and grabs at a bag beside him, frantically shoving a handful of Swedish Fish into his mouth to try and dampen his urges.

—–—

[sindumpster]

Say It With Me

[ReaderXJake Drabble]

CW: mass vore and overstuffing, implied digestion/fatal, indigestion, minor belching, lots of teasing, and a fat dragon

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You smirk as you rest atop the dragon’s massively bloated midsection. Your eyes glide momentarily to the carnage around you. What was previously was a busy buffet is in complete disarray. All the buffet tables are empty, effectively cleaned out; some have been ripped out and destroyed. And there’s a distinct lack of people. The place was thronging with customers when you arrived, but now they’re gone.

Well, technically they’re still here, you muse, and smack the side of Jake’s towering gut. The view from up here is quite nice actually. You can nearly reach the ceiling if you stood, and you have a nice front row seat to the dragon’s digestive misery, far from his reach. Not that you think he’d try, from the way he groans, and his stomach churns and whines in pain beneath you. A loud, long, gurgling belch only adds credence to your suspicions.

“You know…” You lean forwards to face him. “I’d hate to tell you I told you so, but~” You smack the side of the dragon’s gut again. Harder this time. The massive tanks rumbles its complaints beneath you, and the glutton groans.

“Ughh…shuddup…” He grimaces, not appreciating the rough treatment. “Dun do that...”

“Or what?” Your smirk widens. “You’ll eat me? Add me to all this?” You pat the gurgling dome. “Reach me from all the way down there? Fat chance~”

It’s hard to say if he catches your clever little pun. He groans all the same. “Ughh...whatever...” He brings his hands to his face. Even he knows he can’t win. “Jus’...help me, alright?”

“I dunno...” Admittedly, you’re tempted to give him what he wants. To sink your hands into his rumbling belly. Feel it churn under your hands as you massage it, helping his overtaxed stomach digest his ridiculous feast. But then again, you have a rare opportunity to milk the situation. To tease him. Relentlessly. Without repercussion. “I think I might need some magic words~”

You’re grinning now. For whatever reason, Jake hates polite words. Much less asking for anything, or showing gratitude, when he can just take it. ‘Please’ and ‘thank you’ are usually far outside his repertoire.

And yet, disappointingly, he gives in immediately. “P-UoRp...please...”

You’re not surprised though. You’re clever enough to know when the dragon is down. When he’ll relinquish that control. You planned for this outcome. “Hmmm no. I don’t think that’s enough~” You snicker sadistically. “I need words, Jake. How about...‘I’m a moron’~”

Green eyes stare at you, and his brows knit it into a glare. You can see the gears in his head turning, but he says nothing.

“Go on. Say it.” You coax. Your finger mindlessly draws little circles on the surface of his gut. “Just three little words.”

You don’t need to look at him, you can feel the daggers he’s staring into you.

“......I hate you...”

“Oooh, so close! You got three words down,” your voice oozes with smugness as you coo at him. Patronizing him like the misbehaving toddler he is. “Come on. Let’s try that again~”

You can see the confliction on his face. Oh, the dilemma he must be having! The poor, poor (not so) little egotist, having to admit to a personal flaw. That he, once again, did something rash. And stupid. Oh the indignity!

Yet again, he says nothing. But you can sense him wavering. Only one more strike, and this petty victory will be yours.

“Here, I’ll help~” You face the overstuffed dragon once more, grinning.

“Say it with me…”

[dragonteeth]

Warm in there probably