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[fangs-for-nothing]

Hey, you can call me Fang.

I use they/them, I'm a vore blog, and I enjoy vore! As a writing device and a fun thing to think about, among other things.

Both SFW and NSFW blogs are free to interact! Just keep in mind anyone who might reblog from me, or send in asks. Please be respectful to one another, and to me.

A couple things. I'm still very nervous about posting and all that, so character writings and art... As much as I might want to... may be slow coming. If you reblog something and I don't respond, it's not because I don't want to! I'm just shy. Please be nice to me, I'll do my best to do the same for you :]

Usual content:

Safe vore

Soft vore

Digestion, reformation

Fatal vore

Willing/Unwilling

I'll be sure to tag accordingly, so feel free to block any of 'em if need be. That said, I plan on posting writings and/or art, including that of specific ocs of mine.

Icks:

Strong and/or excessive burps/gas

Disposal

Descriptions of chewing, food play (more of a trigger tbh)

Referring to me or my sona as being prey or pred (strictly observer, thank you)

Just things that, if you plan on sending in an ask of any kind, don't mention! Or don't plan to bring up! I'll ignore it, at best.

DNI:

TERFS, pedos, maps, etc etc

You draw vore of irl people, are an irl vore blog, or draw representations of real people in vore without explicit consent.

Any of your DNIs apply to me.

If I accidentally like or reblog a post that matches any of these DNIs, let me know! I'll remove it and separate myself from the blog in question. I try to be dutiful, but I'm bound to make mistakes.

Hey, wait, I think I recognize your—

No you fucking don't. P,lease I beg of you,.,.. no you do not .

All that said, please don't be afraid to send asks or suggestions! Or to like or reblog. It helps me feel less nervous if I receive interaction and physical proof of inclusion, hah. Makes me more likely to post stuff, too. nwn

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I'll come back and update this post as necessary.

[mmmleckerlecker]

feeling some type of way about being curled safely in a stomach where you can feel the love and warmth and protection of the pred surrounding you but even so, the stomach you’re in is like a wild beast and you can still hear it growling and whining for you. you can feel the way it kneads impatiently into you, wanting to tear into you and reduce you to nothing. but the only reason it hasn’t is simply because your pred said, “no. this one is mine. not yours. stand down.” and the stomach obeys. it holds you right in its center and goes against its every instinct, merely because your pred would rather hold you tenderly within them and keep you safe from the rest of the world than give in and let you get hurt

[spookyscarycreepydollgirl]

Reformation was invented so vore artists and writers could depict fatal Preds with crippling separation anxiety.

[theblackcandyheart]

going through the fatal vore tag is both a blessing and a curse because sometimes, you find some really good new content! and it's wonderful!

...but then, unfortunately, as you go through it, you realize that a lot of the content is either from yourself, or from mutuals, and you've seen it before. And then a good 1/3rd of it is content you either don't want to see because you forgot to blacklist a tag, or it's legit someone complaining about fatal vore, and they oh so kindly tagged their complaining with the "fatal vore" tag. It's super jarring to be looking for a specific post, and then suddenly see a post that's high-key shaming fatal enjoyers and acting like we're all freaks :(

[theblackcandyheart]

Imagining a scenario where someone is just a little too late to save their friend.

What the duo had been up to earlier is anyone's guess. Regardless, the moment one of them leaves, a hungry, greedy pred swoops in and slurps up the one left alone. The friend sees this, but is forced to remain hidden, watching as the prey's kicking legs quickly disappear past the pred's lips. The pred's guts balloons out, with their shirt popping open in response to the mass inside. Instantly, their stomach begins squirming.

For the rest of the day, the friend lingers close by, stalking the pred, waiting for the perfect chance to save the prey. They even follow the pred home and sneak inside with them. By this point, though, hours have ticked by, and they haven't really gotten a good look at the pred's stomach since they'd consumed their friend. As the pred enters another room, the friend listens and peaks in. Admittedly, the sight they see is one that both turns them on, and yet, also, repulses them.

The pred is on their knees in bed, grinning down at their stomach as it hangs low. Now, it's considerably rounder and even a little smaller. Loud groans and gurgles emanate from within, and, if the friend watches closely... They can still see the weakest of movements from the prey within. Somehow, they're still alive... But at this point, there's no point in rescuing them. They're far past the point of saving, even though they're still weakly struggling. There's even a few weak protests from within.

The pred licks their lips and teases their belly for a few moments, and then, finally, they flop down on their back, letting out a sigh as their stomach jiggles for a few moments.

Now, the friend has a new dilemma; do they risk showing themselves? Boldly ask the pred to join them? Or do they try to escape and hope the pred isn't still hungry?

[theblackcandyheart]

Imagining a scene where there's a prey that's a stuntsperson. They brag about their abilities, how they can escape any room, any cage... Anywhere.

And so, in their confidence, they decide to host a show where they'll escape from a pred's gut. They're so skilled and talented, afterall; they're sure to escape.

Soon enough, they're on stage. The auditorium is filled with people, eager to see the prey escape from a hungry pred. And maybe this will help other preys learn how to escape, too, right?

The show goes as planned: the prey gives an obligatory speech, introducing themselves, maybe even cracking a few jokes, and they go on and explain what they're going to do. Once they're done speaking... They get started.

The sight is, admittedly, a little scandalous; the pred takes the prey in eagerly with thick, deep gulps. Public consumptions don't happen often, so the reaction from the crowd is mixed; some are bored, waiting for the show to go on. Some are disturbed. And others find themselves feeling jealous.

Then, the pred on stage takes a seat and yawns. The crowd watches intently, eager to see the prey escape. The pred's stomach is still for a few seconds... But then, it comes to life, with the prey squirming and writhing within.

At first, the prey is still confident and composed. They're taking their time, getting a feel of the pred's stomach; the muscles inside are overactive, with them already churning at full strength. It's sticky and humid inside... But the prey can handle it; they won't be inside very long, anyways.

And so, they start squirming. They jam their hand against the sphincter above them, expecting that they'll be able to force their way up back into the pred's throat...

Only, it doesn't budge. They try a few more times... But all they're met with in response is powerful churning, and a few low gurgles from the organ around them.

Still, they stay calm. Maybe they just need to irritate the pred, that's all. So, they turn their attention to the stomach walls around them, and they start viciously kicking at them, punching them, even scratching them. Of course, unbeknownst to the prey, this does nothing but make the pred feel good. Outside, the pred lets out a low moan of satisfaction, and they run their hand over their squirming belly. Of course, the audience thinks that most of what they're seeing is just an act, so they're unaware of the danger the prey is actually in.

After a while, it eventually dawns on the prey that they're in danger; real danger. They can't escape this belly, despite their hard squirming, and the pred is only enjoying themselves. The prey's squirming only starts to get more desperate and panicked... But of course, nobody can help them now. The pred's stomach lets out some ominous gurgles, and the stomach only starts to churn harder and even tighten around the prey, giving them even less space.

By the time the audience realizes that the prey is actually trapped, it's far too late. The pred's gut is constantly gurgling and growling, and their stomach has finally stopped struggling. The prey within has succumbed to digestion, and now, they're nothing more than a large lump of meat for the pred to finish digesting. The audience is disappointed by the prey's inability to escape... But the pred is left in bliss, running a hand over the curve of their stomach in satisfaction.

[comfyhome]

thoughts on prey who's eager and hyper & pred who's timid and easily flustered?

ALWAYS A YES!!!! I’m obsessed with the visual of a red-faced pred with their hand clasped over their mouth as they feel the prey squirm around and excitedly explore their tummy. the prey might massage them from the inside, and they’d tense for a moment before relaxing into the touch. not long after, the pred would be snuggled up in bed, having calmed down enough to fall asleep to the soothing rhythms of the little occupant working away inside them. so cozy!!!

my fave part is probably the fact that the prey could hear the pred’s heartbeat quicken and feel their stomach tighten when they’re nervous!!! the prey is in the perfect place to soothe them.

[comfyhome]

Hey, what about an aspiring pred? One that initially is too small to eat their prey, but practices eating bigger and bigger meals in secret. Their prey notices them gradually getting bigger and fatter, and decides to play along. Eventually the pred reaches their goal, and they celebrate with their prey by finally getting them into their belly. It’s mutual, obviously.

I’m usually not a fan of weight gain, but this is cute!!!! I like the idea of a pred being so dedicated to their prey that they’ll go through all that just to eat em. must feel so rewarding to finally share that moment after such a long journey!!!!! :]

[theblackcandyheart]

Coming home from work, you find your partner in bed, reading a book. They look up and smile, greeting you. Today has been a long day, so you readily fall into bed beside them and snuggle up to them, and you rest your head on their belly. Distantly, you think that it seems more plush than usual... Until-

grrrrgl...

You pull your head back, eyes wide, and then look up at your partner's face. Now, a deep shade of red is dusting their cheeks, and their lips are pursed. Then, they give you a sheepish smile.

You quirk a brow, and then ask, "What did you eat?"

"It was a delivery driver."

You look back down at their belly and rest a hand on it, pushing down ever so slightly. Now that you're looking at it, you see the slight swell of their leftover meal, still being processed by their body. You can't help but smirk at them, and you rest a hand on their stomach. Then, you push down and start kneading rather roughly.

"That poor delivery driver," You say. "They probably had hopes and dreams of moving up the ladder at their job. Probably had plans and a life outside of work. And look at that... All reduced to nothing now."

Your partner whines a little, and they squirm beneath your touch. When they look down at you, their eyes are full of unabashed desire. You're probably in for a long night... But in what way, you're not sure yet.

[theblackcandyheart]

They're both laying in bed, cuddled up lovingly together.

One of them, A, begins to gently trail kisses down their lover, B's, body. B giggles, as the sensation is ticklish. They admire and adore A, though, so they don't stop them as they slowly work their way down to B's stomach.

Once there, they pause. The stomach, so warm, so soft... So... intimate. Their lover's most sensitive organs are hidden an inch or two just beneath A's lips. What if... A were to rest among those organs? Join them, be processed by them? Oh, there would be nothing more intimate... And that would be the ultimate declaration of their love for B, wouldn't it? To be inside of them, plumping up their organs and belly... And eventually, adding a plush layer to their body?

With those thoughts in mind, it's easy for A to look up at B's face. They're giving A the most warm, loving smile... But all B can do is stare at their lips and imagine themselves disappearing past that loving smile. Yes... God, there's nowhere else they want to be at this moment. They need this.

Of course, B is initially surprised when A reaches up and brushes their fingers against their lips. But then, they smile... Likely anticipating a kiss. A leans up and presses a kiss to their lips. Of course... This won't be an ordinary kiss. It'll be the deepest one of all... But A needs to awaken those predatory instincts inside B.

So, they take to kneading their fingers into B's stomach gently, and they deepen the kiss. B lets out a soft whine in response... But still, A can tell they're not quite there yet. No... They need to be hungry. So, with a little more force, A squishes their hand into B's stomach and kneads... And, finally, a long growl sounds from their stomach. A can feel the vibration of the sound against their fingers, which sends a thrill down their spine.

Now, it's B's turn to deepen the kiss; they lean forward, pressing harder into A... And, soon enough, A finds themselves smothered, with B's arms wrapped around them tightly, and their head lodged in B's jaws. As soon as B makes that first powerful swallow, A knows that there's no going back... But why would they want that, when they've come so far? Each swallow brings them further and further down B's throat, and finally, they're being squished into B's stomach, where they're forced to fold themselves up.

Outside, B lets out a sigh, and they sit back, rubbing their now round, full belly. The bulges of A shift and move around a little as they get comfortable... And as they're moving, the first low gurgle sounds, and slowly, B's stomach walls come to life as they realize there's live prey within.

Soon enough, B's stomach walls are churning and grinding with full force against A. The sensation brings a mixture of pleasure and pain; the acid brings an unpleasant tingle... But the churning stomach walls have A feeling pleasure all over their body. It's overstimulating, frankly... And despite the fact that they very much want this, they can't help but to squirm and writhe. B chuckles lightly in response to their now squirming belly, and they rest their hands along the plump curves. The only sounds that B can hear are the gurgles and groans in their stomach... And A's moans at they're slowly churned away. It's going to be a long night for the both of them... One that they'll both be enjoying.

[kustovshik]

Did any of you have a thought that Bracken could just yoink you from behind and eat?

This thought lived rent free in my head since I saw this entity.

[theblackcandyheart]

Thinking about a situation where a princess has a pet dragon. It wanders freely around the castle, and the princess insists on how sweet and kind her dragon is - and really, that's true!

Most of the time.

The king and queen, eventually arrange for a prince to come to the castle. They're planning on arranging a marriage between the prince and princess; this way, the future of the kingdom is ensured. The princess is super excited, and she's even crushing on the new prince, which is fortunate since they're meant to be married in a year or two.

But here's the kicker: the dragon does NOT like this one bit. It understands every word the princess says... But the dragon is selfish and wants the princess to themself.

And so, that night, when everyone is asleep, the dragon goes prowling through the castle, stalking the prince... and eventually, it finds him, striding along the castle as if he already owns it. The dragon licks their lips, stalking the prince quietly in the shadows - and -

It pounces, talons outstretched, and grabs the prince quickly. Before he can scream, the dragon's cramming him down their throat, and, quickly, with a bob of their head, the prince becomes nothing more than a large bulge slipping down the dragon's throat quickly. He spills out into the dragon's gut, causing the dragon's belly to round out and expand.

Now, of course, it would look weird if the prince went missing, and the dragon had a large belly the next day. People would put two-and-two together. So, in order to give themselves an alibi, the dragon then raids the royal kitchen, stuffing themselves silly with all the food they can find. By the time they leave and head back to their quarters, they're panting from how much they've eaten. Their belly is swaying back and forth with each step... And the prince, despite being in a cramped space with little room, is still putting up a valiant fight within - but thanks to the dragon's impromptu kitchen visit, his struggles hardly register along the dragon's scales.

Eventually, the dragon reaches it's quarters, which it shares with the princess. It flops over on the floor and licks its lips again, relishing in all of the leftover flavors on its tongue.

The next day, everyone is puzzled. The prince is gone, seemingly vanished into thin air... And nobody has a clue as to where he is. Meanwhile, the dragon is scolded for stealing from the kitchen. Of course, they aren't actually punished for it, and they assume the reason the dragon's belly is so big is because of all the food the stole from the kitchen - so they don't stop to think about why the dragon's belly seems so noisy. The princess is even sympathetic to her dragon, cooing at them and asking if their stomach is upset from their big meal.

Of course... Everyone is unaware of the reality of what happened. While the dragon plays innocent and relishes in the attention that the princess gives it, the prince struggles and squirms fiercely, screaming and shouting for help - telling the princess that he's right there, and that her blasted dragon ate him. But unfortunately for him... No one can hear him through the thick layer of fat and muscle on the dragon's belly.

What's even more unfortunate is that the dragon's metabolism is slow; it's a creature meant to live in the wild, so anytime it consumes a large meal, it processes it slowly. For the dragon, it feels good... But for the prince, it means he's condemned to days, possibly even weeks, of hanging off the dragon's undercarriage, surrounded by partially digested food. And the dragon will only eat more and more, so the prince will never be able to get comfortable... But this is if he even survives that long. The dragon's belly is gradually filling up with acid, meaning he's running out of air to breathe...

[afraidparade]

pazu's the main character! and you have to like him :)

i've done a few silly shorter animations in the past but this was my first time making an amv for any of my g/t ocs! it was very fun and i would like to do it again, i'm just in a constant state of forgetting that i enjoy animating

youtube link if you so desire

[theredcandyheart]

I trust you.

I love you.

But even so, this is nerve-wracking for me.

You can probably tell.

You're hardly moving a muscle. Calm, quiet, listening to your surroundings.

But my heart is beating fast.

How can I be anything but nervous? You're in the most sensitive parts of my body, resting among my most vulnerable, important organs. If you do anything wrong - if you're too violent, or if you have something on you - you could seriously hurt me.

But I trust you.

I know that you know that I'm extremely nervous. You can feel my muscles; tense. My breathing is shaky and it occasionally stutters. This is a lot for me. I could almost cry from the vulnerability.

But you wouldn't hurt me.

Instead, I feel your hands rub soothingly. It's... A completely new sensation. I gasp in surprise, holding my breath a few moments... And then, as you continue to gently massage my stomach walls, I let out a shaky, relieved breath.

I love you. I trust you. This... Feels right. Can we stay like this a while, please?

[theblackcandyheart]

A serial pred with a unique ability; hacking. They can find out anything about anyone at basically any given time, which, for them, is a good thing... But for others, not so much.

They put this skill to use and browse steaming apps, looking for their next meal. They've gained somewhat of a reputation for finding a stream, tracking them down... And making a meal of them. When they find the perfect dinner, they find their IP address... And then they take off.

The poor streamer doesn't suspect a thing. The pred is quiet as they break into their house. They listen carefully, and when they hear the voice of the streamer, they grin, and they quietly slink over to the room that the streamer's in. They open the door quietly, and immediately, their eyes lock onto the streamer, who's too engrossed in their game to realize the danger they're in. The pred tiptoes up to the streamer...

And then, in a quick movement, they rip the headphones off of the streamer, and then lift them up and gulp them down greedily. The audience gets a good view of what's going on; the pred's stomach quickly bulging out, the streamer disappearing past their lips...

And finally, when the pred's done, they let out a sigh, and they plop into the chair that the streamer was sitting in. Views are pouring in, and the chat is going crazy. With a malicious grin, the pred grabs the streamer's microphone and holds it up to their belly, recording all of the low gurgles and muffled cries of the streamer. A lot of people beg for the streamer's release, talking about how beloved and wonderful they are... But all pleas fall on deaf ears. The pred spent a long time scoping out this meal; they are not going to give it up just because people like this streamer. The audience is forced to watch as their beloved streamer is subjected to a long, slow, arduous digestion. Many don't stick around to watch... But a few stay, with some even cheering the pred on. By the end of the stream, the pred's belly has gotten much, much smaller, and the only sounds coming from their stomach are the soft groans and churns of digestion.

[theblackcandyheart]

Even better when the pred picks up the camera that the streamer is using and proudly shows their gut off, making a few sly comments about how the streamer fills them out, before opening their mouths wide, letting the camera and audience peer down into the pred's pulsing gullet...

And then, they drop the camera into their mouth and greedily swallow it down. The camera is squeezed down the pred's throat and into their gut. For a second, there's a lump where the camera lays... But it quickly disappears into the rest of the large stomach bulge. Now, the audience gets to watch their favorite streamer slowly digest in real-time.

[brinstar-real-estate]

Great vampire fact from the Castlevania Anniversary Collection

[theblackcandyheart]

Darling... I want to be a part of you.

I want to be the one filling out your stomach. The one struggling beneath your skin, acting like I'm unwilling, when in reality, I'm exactly where I want to be.

I want to listen as you go about your day, occasionally rubbing your swollen, growling gut. I want to hear your slight chuckle from somewhere above when someone asks where I am. I want to feel your muscles contract and tense as you proudly show off your gut and say, "Right here. They look so good filling me out, wouldn't you agree?"

I want to grow weary inside your powerful, churning gut as you go home. Your stomach walls would be grinding into me all day, tenderizing my flesh, and working on melting me down. And finally, I want to whine and whimper as I bear the sounds of you running a bath. You coo and rub your gut, and then, you settle into the bathtub, submerging your gut in steaming hot water. I want to feel the chamber around me heat up. I want to feel your stomach kick into overdrive, powered by the heat of your bath... And finally, I want to reach my limit, and I want to pass out in your gut, knowing I'll never wake up again.

I can only imagine how you would feel afterwards. Still lugging around a massive gut, only, it would be still after I pass out. Maybe you'd feel pride in successfully claiming another meal. Maybe you'll go to bed and sleep me off...

And then, in the morning, when you wake up, you'll find me still hanging around... Only, I'd be much less solid than I was before, and digestion would've pushed me down into your intestines. Your stomach would be smaller, but still a noticeable swell. And yet... Even with me still hanging off your middle... You would probably find yourself craving something for breakfast.

Doesn't that sound lovely?

Well, go on, then. What are you waiting for? Devour me whole, alive and squirming.