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I go by Jaw or Teeth, and my pronouns are he/it + most neos.
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Uhh some Mikey angst in these trying times. Vore being used as a sexual assault metaphor is something that like. Fascinates me? Is cathartic for me? The point is I like it. And don't worry Meatsweats does die next chapter!
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
This hits so hard for me. The concept to me represents healing.
The pred actively treating the prey as a living being and not like food, to actively avoid harming them, radiates the energy of someone who truly cares. Because it’s apparently really hard to *not* hurt someone when you don’t care.
It’s beautiful to see someone so vulnerable yet overwhelmingly safe at the same time. To shield them from all harm. And to show them how much they care.
This right here is my vore coping mechanism, finding safety and trust in technically the most dangerous places.
the real fearplay in vore is the fact that as a prey my JEANS are going to get WET. If you catch me screaming and going full fight in fight-or-flight mode, it's not because you're a terrifying pred, it's because my legs are halfway down your throat and my pants and socks are WET
I really like healing vore. The thought of resting in a tum while you heal just sounds really relaxing. I think it would be funny if you took healing vore and mixed it with a terrifying but gentle pred.
Imagine a scary dragon gets partnered up with a little prey, and the prey is super intimidated by the dragon. Along the way the prey gets hurt in some way. Like, about to die kinda hurt, and there isn’t enough time for the dragon to bring the prey to the hospital. So they open their mouth and pick up the prey…
The prey starts to flip out. They think the dragon has had enough of them and just wants them gone. They have no idea of the dragons good intentions. They kick and scream as the dragon carefully places them in their mouth and swallows them down. The dragon rolls their eyes and just lays down on their side, waiting for the prey to tire themselves out.
They prey eventually gets tired from all the squirming and falls asleep. They’ll figure everything out in the morning, when they wake up snuggled against the dragons chest, all healed and taken care of. But for now, they just sleep in the dragons belly, unaware that they’re completely safe.
Gee I wonder who could've nommed Mikey :) certainly not his idol that he admires and looks up to, despite being an awful person :) noooo, Meatsweats would never emotionally manipulate and use a child :)
[angsty drabble under the cut, cw for Meatsweats being kind of a creep and for self-degradation]
The stomach walls shifted, cradling Mikey in a warm, wet, sticky embrace. The boy lay on his side, mask and weapon straps removed.
He shuddered, curling in on himself and trying to wipe the stomach goo off his body. It felt gross and wrong in here. But it was his fault, honestly, for acting so helpless and stupid. He tried not to cry like the fucking baby he was.
Somehow, he hadn't expected the pig to be sneaking around that bakery, and he definitely hadn't expected to be eaten alive. Despite Meatsweats always talking about eating him and his siblings.
He really was dumb, wasn't he?
Blinking blearily, he pushed himself up to a sitting position. It would be a death sentence to fall asleep in here, no matter how much his instincts screamed at him to give in to fatigue. "Uh, Mea- Rupert? What're you gonna... Do with me?" He asked nervously, voice cracking pathetically. He hated to admit it, but he was dreading the answer.
He squeaked as he felt a hand press against him, lightly rubbing the belly he was trapped in. "Aw, don't worry, lil orange." Mikey could feel the voice rumbling against him, and he shuddered. "You'll be safe in there. I wanna keep you around, you're just..." The hand clenched. Mikey held back a sob. "Delectable. So, so delectable..."
Mikey had never felt more disgusting. And it wasn't just the slime and goop coating his smell frame making him feel that way.
