how much can you fit under your skin?

Alexandria | he/him | ADULT | sfw safe vore sideblog | I won't tell you my main but if you figure it out that's chill

[ashenacademic]

Hello! My name is Alexandria, pronouns he/him, and this is my sfw vore and occasionally regular g/t sideblog. I've actually been lurking in this community for like. 3 or 4 years but this is my first time actually interacting on Tumblr. I suppose my tastes (aha pun) are a bit vanilla, in that I'm only here for the sfw safe soft g/t content.

Please don't follow me / reblog my posts if you are a solely NSFW and/or fatal blog! Anything else goes I think. I hope I can get the hang of this thing lmao

[quietwingsinthesky]

what’s the point of giving your character severe trauma if it doesn’t make them an asshole to work with. not in a cute way. they should be a fucking cunt. they have to make problems on purpose. they have to lash out at their friends without even being provoked, just because they’re having a bad day and they want to hurt someone to cope with it. on purpose. they have to want to hurt someone on purpose. they can regret it later, but they can’t just say something mean on accident, it has to be calculated and cruel and so, so intentional.

[hickhamory]

Internal Bellay practice ouu glaze me

[ifeelsosheri]

My parasite says i cant do that anymore sorry

[ifeelsosheri]

My parasite says i have to go

[mournfulroses]

María Casares, from a letter to Albert Camus, featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959

[gothgaymoth]

my new years resolution is 480x640. Gettig smaller

[iamnotboundbytime]

does anyone else really want to be picked up. like it sounds so nice to curl up against someone’s chest and not worry about the outside world or being perceived. bc yay omg omg this is fun! i’m so high up!

[i-suggest-willing-vore]

Lying awake late at night in your partner's stomach... You're not quite tired yet, but they certainly are. Their muscles have relaxed around you in their deep sleep, and their breaths echo around you, their upper body above expanding and contracting accordingly, slightly shifting the center of weight in the stomach, lulling you into a comfortable rocking motion. The faint sound of rainfall pierces the soft barrier between you and the outside world, complementing the calm ambience of your resting place. You press your hands against the plush, tender walls, and your loved one responds, though still unconscious, with a smile and a loving rub, as though your presence made its way into their dreams. This is the most peaceful place you've ever been; one with your significant other, together at ease in blissful safety. As your thread of thoughts reach their conclusion, you lie your head back against their pillowy internals, and ever... so... gradually... close your eyes...

[escuerzoresucitado]

[hungryfictions]

Jess Zimmerman, “Hunger Makes Me”

[methylphenidate-already-taken]

I have not forgotten about voretober I just did not get as much done as I wanted to but uhh… have we seen the new BBNO$ song? Have we looked at the cover?

This man does things to me already but never in a million years did I think I’d see him portrayed as enthusiastic prey in his OWN SINGLE ART

[shelternmberone]

heartburn

[pineconne]

You sink inside, feeling the gentle warmth embracing you from all sides. The humid air is filled with muffled sounds: a heartbeat, a soft gurgling, barely perceptible movement. The space is confined yet comfortable, as if designed for your ease.

The outside world fades away. No bright lights, no intrusive noise, no external pressure. Only tranquility. Your body relaxes, becoming weightless, as if wrapped in a warm, heavy blanket. Here, you are safe—untouched and undisturbed. You can close your eyes, inhale this moist, rich air, and drift away, merging with this soft, living sanctuary.

You are not alone, yet you are not in a crowd. Only you and the immense being that shelters you. It watches over you, envelops you, soothes you. Perhaps it purrs softly or breathes in a steady rhythm, creating an atmosphere of absolute comfort.

And in this moment of complete peace and security, you can finally let go.

[eidetictelekinetic]

Mutual pining is great, but you know what's even better? Mutual pining where they're both fully aware the feelings are requited, they just can't do anything about it for other reasons. Or maybe they technically could but they've had to choose not to, because of The Circumstances.

[knightesscordelia]

Oh, you think it's "adorable" that I fell asleep on your lap? Well, it's a mark of my utter contempt. That's how little I fear you.

[coolstorybrahhh]

“you smell so good” ok so eat me

[queerofthedagger]

mutual pining simply never misses. the yearning. the stupidity. the desperation while also thinking themselves alone with it. the rattling relief at the revelation. the way it works in so many scenarios— friends to lovers? a banger every time. casual hook-ups/friends with benefits while they both want more? show-stopping, spectacular, incredible. enemies who are so deep in denial it just makes them madder at each other? utterly unmatched every single time. slow burn, fast burn, burning while already fucking. mutual pining really just is that girl like truly who does it like her