no good sailor was ever made on a calm sea

Fleet Henley / 30 / they

[afeedingfate]

[swollawed]

[swollawed]

[swollawed]

[kitn-underfoot]

I think this would heal me.

I don't think it's too much to ask for.

[guaxinimraccoon]

someone cooked here

[a-smol-storm-gt-nomfs-blog]

Only got one part done before mightnight but happy 8/8 Scar Leviathan with vex colors :P Rp done by me and @baka-monarch

[corrupt-anon]

Now I'm thinking the feeling of going down his throat... his soft belly... falling asleep in his belly knowing I'm completely safe... waking up hours later... and then giving him rubs... the thought of it just makes me purr.

[cicada-sized]

𝑺𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒆-𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰'𝒎 𝑬𝒗𝒊𝒍 >:3

[MINORS DNI]

Content warning: M/? Reader POV

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Things suddenly became very real.

“Stop it you fucking bastard!” I couldn’t hide the humiliation in my cracked, panicky voice. The fact that I was unable to see through velvet lips that puckered against my hips— though my matching blushed face was on full display for him— a front row seat to my terror.

My hair brushed back once again as he quickly exhaled through his nose with a deep chuckle.

I felt my knee connect with the roof of his mouth as I attempted to fight back, but his tongue pushed against his pallet and straightened my legs out, leaving my feet dangling near the back of his throat— my heart jumped Into mine. “Stop it!”

I’m only given a rumbling chuckle as he grins, teeth framing my torso in a frightening display of his wicked delight, my breaths forcing my skin deeper into the incisors, I could feel the bruises already forming.

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Just a little Drabble I thought I’d throw into the void >:3 my my what a terrible predicament we’ve found ourselves in…

[oopsallvore]

I offer no resistance to the pressure of his index finger on the back of my skull as it guides my head, pressing my face into his tongue. The softness of the muscle rises and molds itself around my face’s contours, the texture of his tastebuds registering on my cheeks. I try to tilt my head up in the hopes of looking ahead of me, but he feels my tiny struggles and a slight increase in pressure is all it takes to quell my movements completely. His breath, warm as dryer exhaust, hangs heavy in the air as it tumbles out over my back, the liquid heat of it seeping into my skin, and I can’t help but give in. Blind, I focus on the pure sensations. His finger slides my head forward, my torso following. He lets the tip of his tongue gently explore my chest, even the tiniest twitches on his part nudging my entire body around. I feel the ambient temperature around me climb as his tongue shifts under me, lifting me and pulling me into his mouth. I finally manage to pick up my head, only for his lips to close silently behind me. The edges of his teeth brush my calves as a slight suction pulls me in past his jaws and I find what little weight I have fully supported by his tongue. Just when I get the smallest semblance of my bearings back, shakily rising to my hands and knees on the subtly shifting muscle below me, he flattens his tongue, cups it around my form, and scoops me forwards, making me faceplant into its supple surface once again. I concede for good this time, going limp and letting myself collapse into it like a beanbag chair. I sink into it like quicksand. It rolls my rag doll body around, dizzying and disorienting me until I don’t know which way is up. Suddenly, he tucks me somewhere tighter, a firmer surface against my back, and I realize I’m pinned to his palate, just before the entrance of his throat. The world around me tilts back and hangs still and tense and I’m left there waiting, reeling… until at last his tongue lurches up under me, folding me into his throat, and just like that I’m pulled down into the darkness deep inside him.

[archivedusermoment]

Ohh to be slowly sliding and tugged deep into your partners gut, the quiet thrumming of their heartbeat far above you, and the low ambient gurgles and growls filling your senses.

To be fully surrounded by them, only them, and know that nobody else knows where you are. It's oddly intimate, being so deep inside of someone, seeing their body work and process in ways nobody else would see.

The small squiggling villi prod at your skin as you close your eyes, and you smile to yourself. It's them again. The squigglng villi are them, the whoosh of air every so often is their breath, the deep low rumbles are them.

It's all your partner, working so slow and gently to knead you ever so slightly deeper and deeper. You feel warm and comfortable as another tug pulls you further inside, reminding you of their embraces. What a weird and loving experience.

[shameonmykinkyart-blog]

liiiick

[nomstellations]

i love the privacy and intimacy that comes with being swallowed by a fat pred. beneath the layers of fat it becomes difficult to tell that they've eaten someone at all, and it muffles all the sound of the outside world so all you can hear is the sounds of the pred's body working around you. its just your little secret that you're tucked away inside, where no one knows and no one can bother you.

[theredcandyheart]

They're so close. They're so, so close back to safety... And yet, so far.

If the prey could just make it a bit further, if they could get back to camp, they'll be safe-

They open their mouth to scream, but as they do, the coils around them tighten more, squeezing the air out of their lungs. They're met with an indifferent stare as jaws descend upon them and over their head. The prey gasps and tries their best to wriggle and squirm as the pred slowly works the prey deeper into their mouth and throat.

Little light shines through the pred's mouth. It illuminates the tunnel ahead of them. Already, the pred's throat is flexing and squeezing, ready to drag its meal down. It's dark down the pred's throat. As soon as the pred gets to make even one gulp, the prey is doomed.

They wriggle and squirm and they're slowly pushed towards the pred's throat. As they're pushed deeper, the pred's throat relaxes and opens up. The prey can only stare down the pred's throat in shock, both fascinated and horrified by it...

The prey is pushed deeper still. Their head and shoulders are sticking past the pred's throat. For a moment, the prey thinks that surely they have a chance; the pred's throat is relaxed, they're only slowly being pushed in...

Any chance of escape the prey has quickly vanishes, though. Rather abruptly, the pred's throat muscles tighten around the prey, and an audible glk can be heard as the pred gives one, powerful gulp... And just like that, the prey is pulled down to the pred's stomach.

[karasu69]

Emily having her fun.

[mightytinygiant]

Okay, that’s it, I need a tiny on my face right now.

I’m going to tease you and undress you with my tongue and teeth, and when you’re nude you will be completely at the mercy of my slippery, sensual mouth.

You will be safe with me–no swallows or biting, not even a nibble–but you best believe I will kiss and suck your entire body until I feel the tremors of your release vibrate on my tongue.

I want to hear your moans resound within me. I want to feel you as you scream, helpless with pleasure. I want to ignite and contain your climax within my mouth, as if I could savor the flavor of your pleasure.

[growling-pred]

Yes I’m doing vore comics are y’all happy now ? Drawn by me on my old phone with the free version of ibisPaint lol (my finger hurts now)

(To be continued)

[growling-pred]

[growling-pred]

[growling-pred]

Last reblog haha

[esophagay]

wanted to do some anatomy practice!

[theredcandyheart]

how do you feel about a teasing playful pred with nervous and embarrassed prey?

Oooh, I love that idea a lot.

Teasing and playful they may be, this pred is still very gentle. They tip the prey's chin up, looking down at them with a grin. They'll make sure and tell the prey how cute they are, how good they smell, and maybe they'll get playful and lick their cheek, too, earning a furious blush from the prey. Meanwhile, the pred only smacks their lips and tells the prey how tasty they are.

The prey is still nervous. That's okay, though; the pred is gentle and patient. They'll boop the prey on the nose, kiss their forehead, rub their shoulders, and whisper soothing things to the prey. When the prey agrees to being the pred's meal, the pred is ecstatic. They're gentle the whole time- of course... The pred ca't help themselves. They are a tease, afterall; they go slowly, tasting the prey and even feeling them up a little. The prey squirms a bit, but for the most part, is still.

Finally, one the prey is in the pred's stomach, the pred pokes and prods at their stomach, teasing the prey even more. They'll comment that they were the best prey ever, they were delicious and soft, and wow, they fill them up so good... The prey might squirm a little to get comfortable, which results in the pred's stomach letting out a low groan.

"See? My stomach loves you!" The pred will say, causing the prey to blush.