#vorefixation

[sillyromance]

The safest place for my bleeding soul...

[eluxurex]

I don't know what to say. How to react to your kind actions. I should have dead that night, alone, with nobody to relate to. I should have died a pitiful death, being sold to a predator and ending up as nothing more than a lump of fat on their body; I should have died as nothing more than food. A freaking meal.

But then you came.

Just before I had been sold away to who would have been the highest bidder, you came along with an even higher price. I didn't see this as much, at that time it didn't seem to change the fact that I was still going to die. After the auction, I expected to be chained up once more, just before I would be completely sealed away in someone's gurgling gut.

"No need to chain him up, I'll eat him right here."

My eyes widened. I didn't expect my end to come this quickly. So this is really it then, I thought. There's was no point in running. Predators were much faster than my species. Besides that, you were much taller than any pred I had seen. I didn't need to be a rocket scientist to know that I won't get very far.

You looked me up and down with curious, blue eyes that seemed to be somehow scanning the very essence of my soul. I wasn't really much to look at, just another malnourished young adult who was unlucky enough to be in this place. But apparently, you liked that, as you just kept on such a warm smile that if I were not your prey, I would have seen this as a kind look.

You put your hands under my arms and lifted me. You were surprisingly gentle doing this, but I didn't notice at that time, for I was too busy apologizing to God for all my sins and asking for for forgiveness.

Then you opened your mouth. Sharp, white fangs glimmered in your mouth, reminding me just how much painful it will be if you ever decided to just nibble on me a bit. I did not relish the thought of that.

Strangely, you looked me in the eye just before swallowing me with a pitiful look. I couldn't tell if you were indirectly mocking me or were feeling sorry for me in any way. Not like it mattered.

Then you began to swallow me head-first. I was quickly covered in saliva. Even at the point of death, I was still somewhat marvelled on how someones throat could expand to take so much.

It didn't even take long before all that was left were my legs. You easily slurped this down, completely trapping me in your gut with no chance of escape. I suppose you enjoyed me, because after you belched, which being sounded more like an avalanche from where I was.

I wasn't sure how long I had been in there, but I suspected that by then, you were already at home, ready to relax and finally start digesting me. I didn't try to struggle, no, I wouldn't give you the thrill of that.

"It's okay,[REDACTED], I'm not going to hurt you."

I suddenly felt a small pressure on my head, presumably your hand patting me.I couldn't believe my own ears. I was sure I was going to die.

"H-How do you know my name?" I asked in a small voice, hoping you heard me.

"It's me, [REDACTED]. Surely, you still remember me?"

It took a while to realize, but yes, I did remember you. An old friend. You moved away so many years ago. And I couldn't really keep in touch with you, because didn't want me talking to a predator.

"Dude, it's been so long." You said. "What happened to you?"

I tried to summarize most of the things that had happened since you had gone. I told you about how my parents had gotten divorced, leaving me and my sister with my mother with little money to spare.

Then I told you how my mother had decided to be drinking and going to parties, basically neglecting us. I told you how instead of her allowing to go to highschool, she made a plaything for neighbouring preds.

How almost every day of the week, I had to go some dangerous predator's house and be their meal and they were allowed to try and digest me a bit and hurt me with their tummy acids as long as it didn't kill me.

It didn't take long before I broke down as a weeping mess in your gut, telling everything that had happened, no details spared.

I'm sorry you had to see me end up like this, I really am. Nevertheless, I'm grateful that you were at the right place at the right time to help me.

[apoordecisionreally]

[From: @party-andor-confetti-anon]

For anyone who keeps objects in their stomachs, (pillows, blankets, plushies etc) is there any instances where it caused issues like blockages?

-🎉

Im gonma reply to this with text cause I have so many asks unanswered:'D

Ahem

Aqua: "For me?A few times actually...Not the most proud of that blunder..ehe- Mostly it was cause I ate a few too many and they got stuck in my pylorus or duodenum..not fun I tell ya!You gotta send a lil guy in there to help you get it out -"

Goop: "Oh?No not at all!I don't digest stuff like..at all and if i cant regurgitate something I just get it out by making my body more liquidy and then it just ...gets out so no, no problems!"

N: "Hah..no.Having the ability to manipulate your bodies very appearence and function means you do not worry about such things..I do not even possess "organs" or "proper insides" so to speak..so no my dear no problems in that regard.."

I hope this is okay :'D i may draw this when i can

[nomstellations]

little PSA: while my blog is nonsexual PLEASE do not tag my work under "extreme cuddling", "swwh", "e-a/t", "vorefixation", or any other fringe sfw tags please! this blog is NOT a SFW blog and i do not want my work in those tags as they're majority minor spaces!

[sillyromance]

Good day everyone!

I thank everyone for sharing your ideas! I genuinely adore all of them!❤️

And here I've decided to create a small comic about the ghost prey 👻

[sillyromance]

I'm going to try to complete weekly promts. My schedule is still tight; however, this challenge is tempting. Perhaps, it'll turn out well!

Welcome to Nomvember 2024!

Here is the prompt list for this year.

Nomvember guide book:

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Submissions and rule guidelines: We can't control you, nor will we seek you out and harass you for it, but we will ask that your prompt responses don't contain familial or animal vore, and for the mod's own comfort, you don't tag us in sexual posts or posts with sexual themes. Additionally we will not be accepting submissions from minors for safety reasons. However, feel free to tag us in amything that fits the submission/rule guidelines and we'll reblog it!

[sillyromance]

*holds out hands like a begger* spare Vencient and Marcella vore art?

I absolutely adore them, and seeing your art (especially of them) absolutely makes my day.

Good day dear @notmyprey!

Oh, goodness - thank you a lot for the compliments, and here you go❤️❤️❤️! I really hope you'll like these small doodles I've made so far...

An important fact: Vincent has a strict rule not to fall asleep while he can still sense his prey's heartbeat within. This way he shows respect to the person he has eaten.

But Marcella brings a different meanings to the feeling. Vincent knows that her heartbeat will never die inside of his depths, and so its gentle rhythm turns even more precious to him.

Have a beautiful day and stay healthy 💗!

[sillyromance]

Just some sweet doodles of my characters for today...

[sillyromance]

Good day everyone!

I like the trope in which a pred loses control and devours someone they care about deeply - and their feelings are what shields the prey from danger.

The predator's mind is clouded by hunger. All they want is to eat something, someone - and the first person they see is their friend/partner who is absolutely clueless about the pred's condition. Not until, of course, the pred roughly drops them on the floor and pins their hands down. The prey can't do anything but stare in those blank eyes above, at the dear face distorted with pain and desire. Into a dark gullet quivering with anticipation.

Maybe, they fight and scream, begging to be let go. Maybe, they freeze in fear, or attempt to reason their beloved. Or, maybe, they just relax, even smile a little, accepting their role as food for someone they've loved for so long. The end is the same for each: the prey is swiftly slurped up the pred's powerful throat and pushed into the hungry stomach clenching around them in a manner which makes it clear - there is no way the prey will be leaving this place any time soon...

Hours pass by...

Eventually, the pred obtains their senses back and realizes what they have done. It's already dark outside; digestion should be coming to an end by now. Tears instantly spill out of the pred's eyes as they hit their head in distress, calling themselves a monster and sobbing helplessly, curses upon themselves mixing with apologies to someone they think they've lost forever.

But a hesitant twitch within makes them stop howling.

A few new movements follow, and then the pred feels as two little hands begin to rub their belly from the inside. The voice of their precious friend/partner coos at them softly, comforting them, telling them it's OK, no harm has been done...

Is it a hallucination!?

In a flash, the pred spits their friend/lover out. The latter is coughing and cringing at sticky saliva coating them all over, but in general, they are perfectly fine. Before the prey can react, two strong arms wrap around them. The pred is crying.

- I thought... I thought I killed you... - They whisper, grasping at the wet back and shoulders of their beloved, still suspicious it's not them, but a ghost, a mirage...

- Shshsh... Easy, easy, my darling. You would never do that... You love me, don't you? I know you do: your stomach was so gentle and cozy, as if it knew I was in there... - The prey strokes the pred's hair and leans closer, giving their partner a good feel of their real, solid body.

The pred exhales in relief, still shaking.

It is truly a miracle.

[sillyromance]

It is so good to have you in there.

I don't ever feel that full, no matter who or what I eat - and it isn't simple physical fullness. Keeping you beside my heart, in the very core of mine brings me comfort incomparable to anything else. My eyes water when your tender little hands run over the lining of my stomach; no twitch, no tiny movement can escape my attention, and their feather gentleness amazes me. Your love is so sweet and subtle, I don't know what I've done to deserve it.

However... You know, even though it seems like I'm the power, I'm in control - I'm nothing but scared. Terrified.

You trust a man-eater. You aren't afraid of being in a place which is a deathtrap for everyone else. You hear as my belly practically begs me to digest you, and yet refuse to leave, somehow being sure I won't allow myself to hurt you.

Shivers run down my spine as my arms wrap around your frame curled up tightly inside of me.

I swear I won't betray you, my dear.

...Or it will be the end of us both.

[sillyromance]

A prey who lost their senses after a serious injury, then woke up in a tight, warm, wet pouch they soon recognized as a stomach.

At first, this idea shakes them to the very core; the prey begins to panic, frantically pawing slippery walls pulsing around them. Dread overcomes the poor being. What if someone of their enemies took advantage of their state and decided to kill them in such a twisted way? What if it is some kind of a huge carnivorous animal?.. The worst thing is the darkness; tactile sensations don't help much, ears don't hear anything but gurgles and groans, there are no particular smells. And the itching of the prey's wound paired with constantly moving environment of their cramped prison doesn't help at all.

It's overwhelming, disorientating.

"How will I get out of this!?"

But, fortunately, the prey suddenly remembers about a flashlight on their belt. Frantically, they switch it on...

And the very moment sharp electric light illuminates the chamber, a sigh of relief escapes their pale lips.

Perhaps, it's the color. Or some particular details like scars or the wrinkly pattern. But the prey instantly recognized their friend's stomach inside of which they have already spent so many days and nights. Maybe, they hear their friend's voice, too - it tries to resassure the prey, convince them that it's safe here and everything is under control. Soft muscles contract affectionately around the person as the pred attempts to give their little friend a hug. In return, the latter rubs and fondles the walls they were prepared to tear through just a minute ago, then sinks deeper into the pillowy mass. Adrenaline spike has left them weak and drowsy, so the prey tilts their heavy head on the side and instantly falls asleep, feeling soothing circles drown by the pred on their back...

...Outside, the pred sighed in relief, holding their prey-filled belly with both hands.

Thankfully, it went better than they feared it would.

[sillyromance]

Good day everyone!

Warning: plant pred/human prey; angst; a character in pain; platonic relationships; healing vore, yet open ended.

I've been haunted by some thoughts on a sci-fi story where a crew of an exploratory space ship includes two best friends: 1) a sentient plant with mimic abilities who works as a paramedic; 2) a tough female warrior rescued from a planet which inhabitants are stuck in their equivalent of our medieval era - her job is to protect her new mates during missions outside of the ship.

The plant is carnivorous and needs to hunt periodically. Yet, it refuses to devour anyone of the crew due to the attachments it has formed and the moral code it has learnt to respect communicating with other races. Also the plant doesn't have a gender, but goes with she/her pronounce, appears as a human girl and calles itself Nova. Meanwhile, Nova's tough friend is Valerik.

One day, when the ship lands on another planet, those who go on the first mission are assaulted by the local tribes. Valerik, shielding a crew member, gets severely wounded. Weak and whimpering, she is brought back on board.

There it's discovered that her body is infected with a very strong poison of unknown origin.

Nova and other doctors try to find the antidote, but, no matter what they do, nothing seems to work. Meanwhile, Valerik has to endure horrible pain violating her entire body; it can be barely blocked by medications. It only grows stronger as days pass by, causing the woman to scream and cry in despair, unable to sleep, or eat, or at least distract herself from the feeling of her bones being tied in knots.

Nova can't watch her dear friend suffer this much anymore. She shows up at the Valerik's door with a risky proposal.

Sometimes plants of Nova's kind can heal other creatures by processing them and keeping the cells alive within while the recipient's immune system is studying the problem and producing the cure. Afterwards, the "prey" gets reconstructed. Yet, there is no way to predict if the outcome will be successful; some plants have been registered consuming the cells they've been assigned to carry for their bodies were powerless to do anything with diseases they faced.

Therefore, if Nova was to "eat" Valerik, the latter might never come back...

Nova explains everything to her friend and asks her if the warrior agrees to try this last solution. The plant admits that she can't give any credits for Valerik recovering soon: the process might take months, or even years to complete. It may not end well at all. However... at least the woman would be saved from pain.

Valerik is deeply touched by her friend's care. Despite the risks, she accepts Nova's offer. The poison would kill her anyway, sooner or later. With that in mind, becoming a part of her friend, temporarily or permanently, doesn't seem to be a bad alternative.

Nova informes the staff about the experiment, then returns to Valerik. The plant shows her true form: long flexible vains coil around the warrior's limp body and gingerly tug it into a huge blue blossom which gently closes around its prey, encapsulating her into a soft live cocoon.

The woman looks around. Sweet honey scent lingers in the chamber. Fluorescent walls soothe her restless mind with gentle shimmering. The woman's form slightly sinks into pliant, warm folds beneath - lying here already eases soreness in her joints...

Yet, suddenly, Valerik's breath hitches in her throat. Admiring the view, she hasn't been paying attention to the thick vains squeezing her legs and torso with more determination than before, firmly holding her in place while smooth flesh of the plant suddenly begins to ooze and ominously sizzle with viscous dark liquid.

Before she starts panicking, a familiar small hand lays on her forehead.

- N-Nova? - Valerik mummbles, stunned, blinking at her friend sitting nearby.

- Yes, darling, it's me. - Nova, her human form coos, stroking the woman's hair. - How are you feeling?

- ...I'm scared. - Valerik confesses, flushing in shame. Her red cheek receives a loving kiss.

- I know... It's OK. I won't hurt you, Valerik. My body will be exceptionally careful; it will make you feel very, very good. Plus, you won't be alone! All the way through, I will be here, with you, talking to you, and you can tell me anything that concerns you, sweetheart.

Soon, slimy juices begin to flood the "stomach"; petals, which looked so fragile and tender from the outside, tighten around the prey with unexpected force.

- Digestion is starting. - Nova replies at Valerik's confused gaze. - I know you've been hurting, badly, but once my acids touch you, your turmoil will end. It's scary, and you want to fight, I get it - and I won't blame you if you try, it's a normal reaction! But... trust me - all I want is to help. Just let go. Let me do this for you.

- I... I believe you, Nova. - Valerik smiles meekly. - I'll try.

Eventually, her muscles relax; the vains loosen their grip too and slide into their invisible gaps. Valerik's clothes swiftly drinks in the juices, making her skin tingle at the contact.

At first, sensation is rather unpleasant - the warrior has to force herself from jerking away. Yet, as the liquid is gradually rubbed into her skin, she notices changes.

The pain is gone. Dissolved into nothing.

Valerik gasps, shoked... then rolls her eyes with a long, satisfied groan.

- Oh, Gods... That's... Incredible!..

Nova barely holds away sobs as she watches Valerik laughing - and turning into formless goo down below. She brings the woman closer to her chest, their hands entwined.

- Thank you so much... - The warrior breathes out, her eyes sparkling with childish joy.

- Your welcome, Valerik... - The plant whispers, affectionately stroking the woman in her hold, eyes never leaving a peaceful face of her precious friend.

Valerik has already fallen asleep, exhausted after a row of insomniac nights, with a wide smile on her pale, bitten lips.

She is numb and relieved, at last.

.......

When Nova is back at work, her colleagues do their best to cheer her up. The plant grins and pretends to be fine. Nevertheless, when no one is looking, her face drops.

She takes off her work robe and looks at herself in the mirror.

Intentionally, she has given her avatar a rounded belly; Valerik is digesting slowly, and Nova wants to be aware of this even while being in disguise. Her hands idly caress the lump - it's still solid and full, and it will remain like this for a good week.

But nothing draws her attention more than her forearms covered in greenish patterns. They are moving and lighting up ever so often, separate tiny dots dancing like fireflies from her elbows to the neck, tangling into complicated shapes and stars of immence beauty.

Those are the cells, Valerik's soul tucked safely beneath Nova's skin where no one and nobody can hurt her again. The plant traces them with remorse on its pretty human face. Nova wishes things would never come this far. Now, she has eaten someone she loves so devotedly...

...Who knows if they ever see each other again?..

The only excuse she finds for herself is the last gleeful smile adorning Valerik's angelic face at her last moments.

In upcoming future, all the plant's body will be covered in swirling lines of cells travelling around in its veins. Sometimes, when Nova's grief will consume her mind, warm green light will embrace her crooked form, as if Valerik was trying to comfort her, reminding Nova she is still around, loyal to their bond.

Nova will never give up on her.

Even if hundreds of years must be taken away, she will still wait for her friend to wake up...

[sillyromance]

A nightmare

The first time Marcella asks Vincent to swallow her after their wedding.

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Marcella gasped and snapped her eyes open.

Still shaking, nervously observed the room. Only after a few minutes passed, she gained the courage to brush off the blanket and slip her feet down at the cold floor.

Her body felt hot and her head was sore. Too busy and sore to go back to sleep, especially after she saw that.

A loud "Boom" at the window made the girl flinch and duck her head into the shoulders; wary mind could hardly think straight. She knew there was a tree outside; the noise was probably caused by a brunch or an unlucky bird which didn’t notice the glass through leaves. But everything in the big dark room with deep corners and high ceilings seemed to be hiding danger. Trying not to pay attention to the lights dancing on the walls – her vivid imagination would transform those harmless little blue spots into glowing eyes of unknown beasts – Marcella swiftly crossed the room and pushed the door open.

A stream of freshness breathed at her exposed shoulders.

The corridor was just as dark and unwelcoming as the bedroom. Yet, a barely visible yellow line was flickering on the carpet at the end of it. A moment of hesitation – and, hugging herself, the girl rushed forward to that thin bright line, her bare feet thumping softly on the cloth beneath.

Vincent was working in his cabinet, luxuriantly decorated coat hanging on the back of his stool, shirt unbuttoned, when he was interrupted by a hesitant knock. Lifting his head, the man was met by a vision of his wife standing in the doorframe with a mix of fear and guilt written over her pale face.

-        What is that, sun drop? I thought you’ve been sleeping… - He asked with a soft smile, yet his eyes were attentively scanning Marcella’s quivering form as she was shifting her weight from side to side; grass green of her irises had shed with worry.

-        I…  I had a nightmare. – She choked out. – And I don’t want to stay there alone... Sir… Can I… Can I come in?

Uncertainty in her feeble voice made Nor’s heart shatter. Did she really think he would send her away?

-        Of course, Marcella. And, please, don’t call me “sir” – it’s a bit too late for addressing me like that.

With a short nod, the girl stepped in. She was not just scared, but definitely cold, and Vincent didn’t hesitate to stand up and lift his wife off the ground. Soon they settled back in his chair, her little form snuggled up nicely on his chest, his arms rubbing at her tensed muscles. As far as she realized no harm would come to her, the girl slowly embraced Vincent back. She clutched on him with such despair as if the world itself was crumbling down before her terrified eyes.

-        Do you want to talk about it, my darling?

She shook her head negatively.

-        Is there… anything I can do to soothe your fear?

Two anxious emeralds pierced through him, a tiny bit of hope glimmering inside.

-        Yes… One thing.

-        What is that, honey?

She bit her lip.

-        I… Would you be so kind to… keep me in your belly for the night?

Despite perfect control the prime minister had over his emotions, surprise must have found its way out since hopeful twinkle in Marcella’s gaze died in an instant.

-        Oh… Sorry… I didn’t mean to… Stupid me… I…

-        Wait.

He cupped her face and ran his thumb across her skin. Dried tear tracks. Heavens, what she could possibly see to appear so shaken…

-        I can do that, if that’s what you want – it’s not a big deal… But why? It could make your state worse… Is it a good idea to hide from nightmares in their very lair?

The only source of light in the cabinet was a candelabrum with three candles at the corner of the table. But even their uneven glow allowed the man to see his darling flaming with embarrassment.

-        I don’t think so, si… um… Vincent. Actually… - She stumbled and looked down on her feet. - I have never felt safer in my life than on that day when you ate me…

Marcella’s heart was a stutter. Vincent unwrapped one of his arms from around her. Gently, he removed her grip from his shoulders and planted a light kiss on the cool knuckles of her amusingly small hands.

-        It’s OK, my darling. I deeply appreciate your confession. And, if you’re certain being within me is going to help, who am I to dismiss you? You are my wife, and I shall do whatever it takes to shield you from danger, no matter if it’s real or imaginary.

With that, he opened his jaws.

Marcella watched in trance as his lips closed around her wrists, hot, slimy tongue cradling her hands within that cavernous maw. She was able to catch a glimpse of long teeth rimming the entrance, yet neither of them hurt her fragile body. Vincent’s reassuring gaze locked with hers, and she let her limbs sink deeper into the natural warmth of another body, so familiar, yet so alien.

The first swallow erupted.

Subtly, she was pulled closer, her fingertips fluttering against sensitive walls of his throat.

Nor wished he could just roll his eyes and moan in ecstasy – her taste was divine. How didn’t he notice that before? Maybe, bitterness of their first encounter was the reason. Yet, all that wasn't happening for him. Vincent sensed stiffness in her frame; trust in her eyes was debating for dominance with natural instincts of survival. She didn’t want to die anymore; she wanted to feel safe, secure. As far as it sounded bizarre, she came to him, looking for protection. And so he had to oblige and provide it to her.

With exceptional gentleness he didn’t know he had in himself, the prime minister pushed her body further, further into his awaiting gullet. When Marcella’s head and neck entered his mouth, he made a pause to give the girl a soothing lick. She was panting, struggling to get acquainted to the situation, yet didn’t try to stop him. Vincent proceeded, sighing at the wonderful feeling of his insides stretching to accommodate a big, willing meal. The girl’s body was sliding inside without resistance like melted butter, her round, pliant, delicious forms passing through with oh-so much enjoyed pressure on his lungs, gradually spilling into his impatient stomach. Once there was no chance she would accidentally slip away, Nor placed a hand on the stretched surface of his abdomen, fingers tracing her upper part twitching and squirming within in attempt to find a suitable position. Another hand of his remained on the prey, stroking Marcella’s legs which were leisurely swaying above for Vincent had tilted his head back, allowing gravity to assist him. He didn’t want her think she was abandoned even for a second.

In a few thick gulps her hips, and calves, and ankles vanished in the greedy abyss of Vincent’s body. Finally, he let go of Marcella’s feet; they now lied, tickling the roof of his mouth. With a tender stroke he devoured them too. His Adam apple bobbed out, then fell back with a wet “gulk”, sending the last bits of his wife behind the collar. The heavy mass in Nor’s belly shifted a few times as the girl was curling up in a tight ball, then went still – the same way she did just three weeks ago when neither of them predicted the outcome of Nor’s fateful decision.

A content grumble of a well-fed stomach announced Vincent's complete victory.

A wave of serenity washed over Marcella. Soft heat was creeping into her very soul, chasing away the memory of a harsh breeze howling in the halls. New, comforting darkness rescued her from the claws of threatening void. Marcella exhaled in relief, engulfed by yielding, restless flesh pulsing around her, reaching to her shrunken form to grant it a kiss. Moist, humid environment had sucked away her powers, and fear was gone; besides, Vincent’s steady heartbeat served as a reliable reminder of her secure, defended position in the core of a man whose name made the bravest of knights weak in their knees.

She received a gentle pat from the outside. Vincent leaned back, strocking her through his skin.

-        How are you feeling, my dove? – A muffled question reached her ears.

-        Perfect. – She replied, nuzzling deeper into the soft folds.

Even convinced to be at the brick of death, during her first stay Marcella noticed how malleable and plushy Vincent’s insides were. They fit rather for a bed in Eden than a deathtrap. Supple walls had easily enveloped every curve of her body, churning away the tension and ache in her joints. No acid occurred, only some slick slime was still stuck on her nightgown, but it could be accepted.

Moreover, once adrenaline had worn off, dreamy haziness fogged the girl’s mind, forcing her to yawn sweetly.

A quiet chuckle rumbled above.

-        Drowsy already, huh? Good… Sleep, little one, nothing will disturb your rest in here. No one can get to you in my belly…You’re safe…

-        Thank you, sir… - The girl mumbled in slumber. A few seconds after she was snoring peacefully, accompanied by satisfied gurgles of her husband’s full stomach.

Vincent glanced at the clock on the wall – they showed three in the morning. Holding at his voluminous stomach, he stood up with a grunt and headed to his chambers. There he got rid of the shirt and crawled under the sheets, lying on a side to give his passenger some extra space. Occasional movements within his body brought a genuine wide grin on his tired face.

He embraced his stomach protectively and prepared to doze off too, happy to be someone’s home for once.

It was a new, astonishing feeling... But, if that lasted, he could get used to it...

[sillyromance]

Good day everyone!

Recently I've realized two things. Firstly, my tight university schedule keeps me away from making content as often as I would like to; therefore, the blog seems dead. Secondly, I have never posted any of my pencil doodles here. So, today I'm fixing both problems at once! There are some Nyx x Dooku ideas again (absolutely random g/t and vore fluff).

I think I should warn my followers, I won't be able to write long stories in the near future due to my studies.

Yet, I will try to figure something out to satisfy those who have sent me asks.

[sillyromance]

Good day everyone!

So... I drew a mini-comic of my H/ornblower series AU for a change a few days ago since, after I used a gif of C/aptain P/ellew in one of my previous post, his image refused to leave my mind. Here he helps his girlfriend Josephine (my OC) with her insomnia. The young man who is looking for her is also my OC - Josephine's first lieutenant John Farmer.

[sillyromance]

Warning: wip, digestion, internals (including guts), prey lacks clothes (nothing is shown explicitly, but so you know).

This day wasn't the best, so I needed to let some heavy emotions out and, therefore - drew myself digesting in Vincent's stomach; despite him being a fatal predator mostly, I find him the best when it comes to comforting...