The Urban Gay

Kink, cuddles and vore stuff! I love wholesome vore, long term Endo, and comfy tummies, but also digestion stuff and almost any kink! I do RP. I can't draw. Minors please do not interact. PFP source: https://x.com/_glowinside/status/1292367110920982528?mx=2

[pstnya]

Prey search history:

"How to avoid being eaten"

"Why people want to be eaten"

"Person licking lips at me"

"What is reformation"

"What is Endo"

"What happens when you get eaten"

"How to get hit on by preds"

[pstnya]

"Oh, my sweet little morsel... You're not going to be freed, little snacks don't need freedom. All you need to do is keep me nice and full. There's no reason for you to worry about the outside world... Just let me take care of you. Now now, no arguing with your owner. You're only meant for staying nice and cuddled up in my tummy. Now hush, little snack. Let the walls press you down..."

"I love you, my snack."

[pstnya]

Assurances I wish I had gotten from Reddit:

1. It's okay to like your job.

2. No one is guaranteed to screw you over.

3. Suffering is not a contest.

4. Not suffering, not getting screwed, not being on the wrong side of society, and not having a bad family are not character flaws.

[pstnya]

In here, it is soft and warm. I know I am loved as I hear the heartbeat and breathing above me, the steady sounds in the chaos that is the gurgling of my home.

In here, I don't need to make every choice to perfection or try to come up with something new. All I have to do is sit here and not leave, and I know my loving pred is happy.

In here, I can feel my pred's affection. They care about me, but they want me inside. They need me inside.

In here, I can push against the exit all I want, and it won't budge. It's a reminder that in here, I am not a person. I have no decisions to make, no deadlines to worry about, no skills to remember.

In here, I am just a weight in my pred's stomach, making them happy.

[nightmarevore]

a deep breath escapes the predator’s lips as he swallows one final time, sending the love of his life down his gullet. his eyes are closed and he purrs, feeling the man slip down his throat, massaged by the muscles of his esophagus and gently squeezed down, down….

it’s a nice sensation, isn’t it? the feeling of someone slipping down your entire being. rowan can feel luke slip further and further within him, and it’s all he can focus on. the tightness that slips through his chest and downwards is comfortable, and his hand rests on his expanding middle, the shape perfectly round to match luke’s shifted size. he’s slowly being filled with someone who loves him, someone who cares about him for himself. luke enters his resting place completely; his home. right where he belongs. rowan’s stomach is where he should be. where he will be.

his stomach is firm to the touch. luke’s body rested inside, beneath his skin. he settles in, sinking into his stomach and it takes everything within rowan to not lose his mind. he’s excited. he’s in love. he almost wishes he could swallow him down all over again. he can’t help but stare down at the roundness his lover brings to his core. luke, his perfect prey, rests just a few centimeters underneath his skin. he was standing in front of him only moments before, and now he was locked away, safe, warm, and right where rowan needs him. 

the predator gently rubs the surface of his rounded belly, leaning back against the couch he sat on and relaxing. he’s full now, and the tight fullness of his belly meant that luke would always be there for him whenever he needs him. it’s an absolutely beautiful thing. 

“i love you.” he whispers to his stomach, to the man inside him. luke shifts slightly, pressing out against his round middle. the predator chuckles, brushing his fingers over where his skin stuck out. another deep exhale escapes his lips.

perhaps luke can stay, for a day or two. perhaps more, if he’s willing. 

[pstnya]

Honestly a lamia SO would be so based as a voreaphile.

Like imagine coming home from work and flopping into their coils. They'd tighten around me, though some days I'd have to warn them they're choking me!

After a few minutes of cuddling, I'd begin to wriggle around, trying to get more comfy and giving them some pleasure due to their instincts to like wriggling prey. Soon, they would give me a nice bite, giving me some of the venom I love. Not venom that kills me, but rather one that relaxes me and makes me more malleable and compliant to their whims. It took some time for me to trust them to bite me.

Soon, they'd lick her lips, and I know it's time to go home again. As their jaw unhinged, I'd look in with nothing but love as I was slowly slid in, purring the whole time as the warmth overtook me. Their storage stomach would soon welcome me, giving a gentle squeeze while I purred inside, slowly getting sleepy while she made dinner on the outside... <3