Astral No

🔞Minors DNI | Astral/Apollo | 27 | he/they | I mostly post soft, SFW, G/t vore. | PFP by @voreadbhar!

[astrotum]

reel against your body's borders (i know you hate this place)

Jill Valentine was no stranger to nightmares, not by any stretch of the imagination. They were the kind of nightmares that pulled her out of sleep, leaving her heart fluttering like a bird trying to flee from a cage, leaving her breathless as she sat up straight. She hissed when a stinging pain shot through her spine, gritting her teeth as her world seemed to shrink around her. It was her dreadful stress response, every nightmare, every panic attack ended with her awkwardly hunched over in the uncomfortable space that was her bedroom 

She hated how it made everything around her feel small and fragile, how it made her feel like a monster in comparison, as if she was too big for her body. Jill leaned her head back, hair barely avoiding brushing the ceiling and cursed under her breath. It felt like a curse, hell, it probably was a curse

She felt her face fall when she heard footsteps, suddenly reminding her that Carlos couldn’t find her like this, a towering mess of limbs trying to keep still and hardly move so that her apartment―admittedly already in disrepair―from collapsing around her. Though, Carlos being terrified of her and the way it didn’t set right in her stomach was a far more pressing matter

She swallowed nervously when she met Carlos’s gaze from her doorway, and on instinct, she slumped, carefully, to make herself look smaller. Still looking for any sign of fear in his eyes, waiting for him to bolt. Nothing.

Rather, he walked closer, placing a warm hand on her wrist, which, in turn, made her breath hitch, made her want to pull away “Mind telling me what happened while I was away, Supercop?” his voice was soft, the way it always got when he was comforting her, or when he was soothing a scared child in the shelter

Jill huffed, rolling her eyes at the nickname “Is having a trauma-induced nightmare, and being rudely awoken by it a good excuse?” she answered. Carlos blinked, shaking his head and grinning at the taller of the two “A completely valid excuse, Ms. Valentine” Carlos replied, lightly patting the larger limb beneath his hand

She’d been about to reply, though, a low growl from her middle had beat her to the catch, she winced inwardly. She’d forgotten to eat before she fell asleep, she placed her free hand on her stomach, hoping that in some way it would ease her hunger. It didn’t.

“You didn’t eat again, did you?” Carlos inquired, Jill only grimaced “Y’know, normal food isn’t probably…gonna fill you at that size, right?”

Jill swallowed dryly, knowing what the man was implying “Carlos no, I don’t—What if I hurt you?” Carlos exhaled sharply, looking at her pointedly “Didn’t stop you before” that much was true, and it made the woman pout “I wasn’t starving, before” she retorted.

Carlos understood why she was hesitant, though, she was afraid of hurting him, at her size, it was probably hard not to be afraid of hurting someone ten times smaller than you were “Jill, I promise I’ll be safe in there, just please trust me on this”

Jill set her jaw, huffing “Fine. But if I feel that you’re not safe for a second, you’re getting coughed up” she groused, splaying her hand palm up so that the smaller of the two could climb on, Carlos snorted “Sure, supercop” he replied, delicately moving to climb into her palm, her fingers curling upwards protectively, to keep him from falling off (which, to be frank, he wasn’t planning on it) as she lifted her hand closer to her lips, carefully opening her maw. Revealing soft, pinkish flesh, arched sets of teeth framing the tongue and even darker throat, He wouldn’t lie that no matter how many times he’d been face to face with it. It was still intimidating, but it didn’t dissuade him any less, he knew he’d be safe, was safe. He felt the palm beneath him tilt, feeling himself slide forwards onto the sizeshifter’s tongue, the muscle accepting him gently, not with hungry intent, before sealing him in darkness

Jill couldn’t stop the low rumble that rose from her chest, some predatory instinct rooted deep within proud that nobody could have her prey, have Carlos for themselves. He was all hers, sealed behind her jaws where nobody could find him. Protectiveness swelled in her chest at the thought as she gently prodded at Carlos with her tongue, her makeshift way of asking for Carlos’s approval to swallow

Two taps on the surface of her tongue was all the encouragement she needed, giving Carlos a light, reassuring nudge before she tilted her head and swallowed softly, feeling the man’s form slip comfortably into her throat, lightly tracing the bump with a finger as she felt him him slip past her collarbone, deeper into her chest

Soon enough, Carlos slipped into the warm chamber that seemingly cradled him, the walls gently contorting around him as he shifted to get comfortable in the cavernous space, a sated gurgle resonating in the darkness

Jill swiped her tongue over her lips like a cat, before letting her hand settle protectively over her middle “You good?” she inquired softly, kneading at Carlos beneath her skin. Carlos yawned, before placing a hand on the nearest wall, the flesh quivering at his touch ever slightly “M’good, Supercop, don’t worry” he answered, and the shifter around him hummed, content that the mercenary was safe, as safe as he could be in a place built to break down and destroy, beneath her ribs and under her heart.

[weirdwriterofwhatever]

Cleon!!! Resident Evil

Warnings: Leon Kennedy x Claire Redfield (I know some don't like this, but I do and I have the writing power. Contains safe vore.

"Leon, you absolute bastard," Claire gasped, her voice muffled against the slick surface beneath her. Her entire naked body barely stretched the width of his tongue, her toes curling against the ridged muscle as she tried and failed to push herself up. "This was supposed to be ONE round, not... oh fuck... not a damn marathon."

Leon’s low hum vibrated through her, the sound predatory and satisfied. The wet heat of his breath washed over her, making her already overheated skin prickle. His tongue flexed lazily beneath her, tilting just enough to slide her toward the slick pool of saliva gathering at the center. Claire groaned, thighs trembling as the tip of his tongue pressed teasingly between her legs again. "God Leon~ I tap out!"

Above her, the shadow of his uvula swayed ominously, the pink walls of his throat twitching with suppressed laughter. His lips, those damn lips she’d kissed full-sized more times than she could count, curved into a smirk she could feel. "Mmm," he rumbled, the sound shuddering through her bones. The tip of his tongue flicked once more, just to watch her jerk. "Thought you had more stamina, Redfield."

Claire’s fingers dug into the spongy surface beneath her, her lungs filling with the humid, musky air of his breath. She was drenched, partly from his spit, partly from herself, and every shift of his tongue sent fresh tremors through her exhausted body. "You," she panted, glaring up at the dark cavern of his mouth, "are such a fucking cheater." The word cracked into a moan as his tongue arched beneath her, pressing her flush against the roof of his mouth, slick and relentless.

Leon exhaled through his nose, a hot gust that sent her sweat-damp hair fluttering, then deliberately relaxed his tongue, letting her slide back down toward the wet center. His teeth gleamed faintly in the dim light, just far enough apart to remind her how easily he could trap her there if he wanted. Not that he NEEDED to. She was already at his mercy, her tiny body utterly spent, her limbs heavy and uncoordinated from hours of overstimulation.

The broad muscle beneath her flexed, tilting her onto her side, and Claire whimpered as his tongue traced up the length of her body, slow, deliberate, savoring. The flat of it dragged over her breasts, her stomach, the sensitive dip of her waist, lapping up every last trace of salt and musk clinging to her skin. Beneath her thighs, she felt the tip of his tongue curl, probing insistently, coaxing out one last shuddering twitch from her abused cunt. "Fuck, Leon," she slurred, half-delirious, her nails scraping uselessly at the slick surface beneath her. "M'empty..."

A rumble of amusement vibrated through his chest, and his tongue rolled her onto her back again, pressing her flush against the ridged roof of his mouth. His saliva pooled around her, thick and warm, carrying the bitter-salt taste of her own exhaustion. Claire squirmed, oversensitive, but he didn't relent, his tongue dipped between her legs once more, just to luxuriate in the mess he'd wrung out of her, before drawing back with a satisfied hum. "Mmm," he breathed, the sound curling around her like steam, and she could practically hear his smirk.

His head tilted back then, and Claire's stomach lurched as gravity threatened to send her sliding toward his throat. Her fingers scrambled against the slick muscle beneath her, but she forced herself to still, trusting him, even as instinct screamed at her to fight. The pink cavern of his mouth stretched wider as he exhaled through his nose, his uvula swaying hypnotically above her. Leon's tongue pressed flat beneath her, nudging her upward, and she caught a dizzying glimpse of the dimly lit room beyond his parted lips before he rolled her again, tumbling her against his cheek.

The heat was everywhere, suffocating and intimate, his saliva coating her in a sticky sheen as his tongue worked her mercilessly. She could feel the faint scrape of his teeth against her back, not biting, just grazing, a silent reminder of how easily he could crush her if he chose. But he wouldn't. That was the thrill of it. His tongue curled around her body, dragging her back toward the center of his mouth, and Claire gasped as the tip flicked over her thighs, lapping up the last traces of her arousal with a slow, indulgent swirl. He was savoring her, tasting every inch, and the realization sent a weak throb through her spent body.

Leon exhaled, the warm gust rolling over her damp skin, and then his head tilted back further, the movement deliberate. Claire clutched at the wet muscle beneath her, her pulse kicking up as gravity tugged her toward the dark, pulsing throat. She forced herself to go limp, to trust him, even as her instincts screamed at her to fight, to scramble away from the yawning abyss. His tongue flexed, nudging her gently toward the back of his mouth, and she caught a fleeting glimpse of his uvula twitching above her, slick with spit, before his muscles tightened around her in a slow, inexorable wave.

The first constriction made her gasp, her ribs pressing inward as the warm walls of his throat swallowed her whole. His saliva slicked the way, easing the passage, but the pressure was still overwhelming, every inch of her squeezed, massaged by muscles that knew exactly how to coax her deeper. She squeezed her eyes shut, focusing on the rhythm of his breathing, the steady thrum of his pulse beneath her skin. The heat was suffocating, intimate in a way that still sent a thrill of fear and something darker, racing through her. His body worked her downward in slow, rolling pulses, the wet sounds of his swallowing impossibly loud in her ears.

Above, the pink cavern of his mouth vanished, replaced by the slick, pulsing tunnel of his esophagus. Leon’s tongue had given one last teasing push, just enough to make her whimper, before letting gravity and his own muscles do the rest. Claire forced herself to stay limp, though her fingers twitched uselessly at her sides, itching to brace against walls that wouldn’t yield. She felt him swallow again, deliberately this time, and the sensation dragged her deeper, the tightness around her shifting from oppressive to possessive. A low, satisfied hum reverberated through her, vibrating every nerve ending.

The descent was slow, methodical, Leon never rushed this part, savoring the way her tiny body slid down his throat, his muscles kneading her like dough. His stomach rumbled beneath her, eager and impatient, the sound muffled but unmistakable. Claire could already feel the heat radiating from the organ, the walls slick with digestive juices, though she knew they wouldn’t harm her. Not yet. Not unless she wanted them to. Another swallow sent her tumbling past the final ring of muscle, and then she was spilling into the soft, wet chamber of his gut, the air thick with the scent of musk and Leon’s last meal.

Leon sighed, rolling his shoulders and stretching his neck as Claire curled into a ball inside him, the rhythmic pulse of his stomach walls already coaxing exhaustion deeper into her bones. She nestled against the warm flesh, too spent to even protest when his hand settled over his abdomen, she felt his fingers press gently, possessively, tracing the outline of her body through the stretched skin. His chuckle vibrated around her, low and satisfied. “Sleep tight, Redfield,” he murmured, voice muffled but clear enough to make her lips twitch into a tired smirk.

[cyberdelightz]

dont like kissing and im not big on sex so youre gonna have to dangle me above your open mouth and drop me into it and swallow me whole. yup. theres no other way

[quietestclown]

delta.run.e art...... i lovb the way you draw t.enna and spa.mton.. t.enna should eat that stupid rat..

Shrimp emotions or something

[miniature-knight]

"Playing with his food" A piece for an Anonymous donator for the @gtgotcha4gaza event-which is still taking donation until the 30th

The complete image is over on {Twitter}

[voreadbhar]

this was supposed to be a coloured sketch comm but i basically lined it. such is life teehee

[foulfur]

sketch commission for Gabu --- 🦷 Patreon | Commission

[nibblemon]

maybe the real way to get him to stop killing himself is to just shove him in ur mouth in tiny mode

[pinkliltreat]

realistically accurate tiny flavor

[voreadbhar]

finished commission for one of my patrons, of them and their friend's OCs!

[saltedgutz]

Methinks that the pred playing with their belly after nomming their prey friend is extremely underrated and preds need to squish n squeeze their prey filled bellies more.

[escape-cube5]

Would you reblog this if you're a nonsexual vore blog? I want more people to follow.

[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.

[luckyshotwrites]

“I’ll do anything, please!”

They leaned in and whispered, “if you would do anything, then go down easy for me~.”

[abernathyvalois]

i want to eat him alive. is that normal

[vorey-arts]

Mean preds who leave their mouths open so that tinies can crawl out a bit before being pulled back in with their tongue a couple of times and snapping their teeth shut in front of them

[voreadbhar]

She’ll quiet down eventually…. 

 Super fun comm for @voreanddragons of space (ex)boyfriend + sweetheart!! >:9c