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coldtwaer · 1 month
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My friend is always saying that she doesn’t think she is pretty.
And in my head I’m like “Girl, do you know how edible you are?”
Wait that doesn’t sound right-
Okay let me try again.
And in my head I’m like “Girl, do you know how tasty you look?”
That doesn’t sound right either
“Girl, do you-
You know what I’m just going to eat her and give positive reinforcement problem solved.
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lovelymlem · 15 days
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Witch/Wizard Preds are literally the coolest.
Ya wanna be smol? Poof, smol. You wanna be a birdie? Poof. Birdie.
You wanna get eaten? TELEPORTATION. (Or just turning you into a piece of candy, which ever you prefer-)
They can become naga, mermaid, anything they wish with just a word or a flask. Like- oh? What's that? We have to travel via ocean but we don't have a boat? Hop on in, I'm becoming a FRIGGING SUBMARINE MATE.
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the-purple-painter · 7 months
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hey so i have greenitis (like that witch ElfABBA in the wicked musical) and i desperately want some red to cancel it out. could you please pred me? much appreciated, thanks for your time.
I’m never red a post or anyone before so I hope this is effective…
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This anonymous ask has been reded!
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safe-from-sharp-teeth · 2 months
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wholegrainvore · 2 months
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stummy sketch
I love a nice full tummy post-digestion :]
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nom-central · 2 months
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"Aren't you excited? After this you're going to be a real predator like the rest of us!"
I look down at your trembling form, curled up in my palm. I'm not too sure where they found you, but I'm sorry that you were found at all. I never asked to be a part of this, but being born into a family of people-eaters isn't something anyone asks for. I have no interest in eating anyone alive, but traditions are traditions...and I worry that if I don't, someone else will definitely hurt you. The expectant, excited looks on everyone's faces are mirrored by my reluctant expression, and I study you again. I'll try to make this quick.
When I lift you up to my mouth, you don't make a sound. Even when my warm breath washes over you and you touch my tongue, you don't kick or cry out. Have you already accepted your fate as my food? I nearly choke on you when I swallow- you're so small, yet you're bigger than anything I've ever eaten. Cheers and applause ring out from my peers, but I can only focus on how strange it is to have something living sliding down my throat. It feels good, which makes a pang of guilt stir up within me. I was made for this, but I don't like it.
I can feel you slide into my stomach, still shaking out of fear. My peers congratulate me, but all of my attention is on you. I couldn't apologize then, but when I am left alone I will free you. Neither of us asked for this, and I can only hope you'll forgive me.
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hockey-finns · 4 months
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So about pekka (and his og boyfriend)
since käärijä and hockey are currently the two main topics of my blog (don’t ask why), after today’s urheilucast episode I feel like it’s my responsibility to introduce pekka rinne better to you who do not know him yet
this post is made just so you know that pekka is lowkey also a kinky bastard and when you inevitably start to write those pekka x jere fanfics you will not forget that pekka already has a hockey goalie boyfriend named juuse saros and they had have a very interesting relationship
pekka has been one of juuse’s biggest idols since he was twelve and he used to watch his highlights on youtube. they met the first time in the 2014 ice hockey world championships when juuse had just turned 19 and he was clearly very starstruck by pekka, who took juuse under his wing immediately
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here is a gif of juuse so maybe pekka has a type (significantly shorter, blue eyes, dark hair, younger… sounds familiar?)
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By a coincidence (it was fate) juuse was also drafted by nashville predators and ended up playing in the same team as pekka, and that’s where their relationship really kicked off
Here are some memorable moments:
first The Daddy Interview that all hockey tumblrs have probably seen (also multiple people have commented that they thought this is the beginning of a gay p*rn before they knew they’re hockey players)
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in addition to this pekka often refers to juuse as ”my son” of ”my boy”
probably the second most kinkiest well known moment - The Collaring in front of the whole team
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when juuse was asked his opinion on the chant ”Rinteen Peksi, parempaa kuin seksi” (”Pekka Rinne, better than sex”) he answered ”that’s true”???
juuse is very well known for doing the splits and he has also said that his party trick is to twerk in the splits (sadly no video evidence)
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juuse has also had a goalie mask which featured pekka in a sexy white suit and he very proudly presented it to pekka
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juuse’s actual father is also named pekka so it’s a bit awkward that his father and his daddy have the same name
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one of my most popular posts is a translated video where pekka talks about (praises) juuse for four minutes straight in a sauna and in the end he requests that juuse does his interview shirtless
(So do whatever you want with all the daddy kink, dom/sub shit and the praise kink)
here are some wholesome gifs to cleanse your soul because in the end these two love each other to bits
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(gif/video credits in order: @dermott, @rask, @imadeoutwithmikeywayonwarpedtour, @rask, @sorokie)
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fuck the nhl and this bullshit prohibiting pride tape. seriously. fuck provorov too. fuck every fucking homophobe. "players are allowed to show their support off the ice". go fuck yourself. i hope players say fuck this shit and use pride tape anyways. i'd like to see the nhl infringing on their freedom and telling them they can't. put. fucking. tape. on. their. fucking. stick.
like how fucking stupid does that sound?
you aren't allowed to use tape.
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lesbianoms · 8 days
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Oof I’m in an “unwilling” vore mood… there’s just something so hot about being taken advantage of by a gorgeous woman who’s bigger and stronger than me. Her petting my hair and shushing my whimpers as she pulls off my clothes, kissing my neck~
And she knows I want this. Deep down, even if I’m frightened or I’m struggling in her gentle yep firm grasp, she knows this has always been what I’ve wanted. To be tummy fat, peacefully gurgling away, plumping up a MILF middle…
“Shh, shhh…” she soothes, caressing my mostly naked body as she kisses me all over, getting a taste of what’s to come. “It’s alright. You’re being such a good girl for me… mmmm, such a good meal~”
I let out a little yelp of fear as she licks the side of my face from behind. And before long she’s gulping me down headfirst, each thick swallow reverberating off of the bedroom walls, my muffled moaning and pleading mixing with the sounds of her belly as I’m pulled deep inside her. I’m flailing my legs helplessly until she slurps them up like noodles, and makes that final swallow~
And then, just like that, I’m curled up inside her stomach, awaiting digestion. No longer my own person. Just live food that will melt into mush, and fade away into a soft belly bulge. But she never forgets for a moment that I AM a person.
“Ooh, honey ❤️… you make me feel soooo full… oh darling, thank you for this. You really know how to satisfy a woman~”
Back on the outside, my pred hums softly with a warm smile, patting my form and letting out a deep, unladylike BUUUOORRP as the walls hug me. She croons in response to my muffled voice, apologizing… but she’s not really sorry <3
I incoherently beg for… god, I’m not sure anymore. Because my sensations are overwhelmed with how squishy and wet and warm everything is in there… and it’s g-getting hard to think… clearly… am I getting… softer….?
Hours later, when I’m just a shapeless mass bulging off her middle, making her stomach whine and gurgle as it continues to work on me, she still has her hands on me. Rubbing, petting, moaning…
“YoooOURRRP!! … ah~ excuse me… You’re amazing 💕”
Between her praises, she belches up my soaked panties. They rest on the top of her belly as I continue to digest away. And, unbeknownst to her… they’re not just wet from the stomach juices~ <3
I may have been denying it at first, but we both knew that in the end, I would give into my desires… 💖
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teal-fiend · 16 days
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you're hanging out with someone, both of u are working on a uni project together.
they ask if they can order some food to your house, since they didn't have dinner yet - you say sure
they do something on their phone, and then u two keep working.
About an hour later, there's a knock on the door, the pred opens it, and lets the person in. They don't have any food? Who is this
Your guy then proceeds to swallow this person whole, right at the front door of your house, right in front of you, you watch the whole thing, confused and horrified.
The skin of their throat stretches grotesquely to fit an entire person's head inside it. the rest of the body follows. you can't imagine how an entire person's body can fit within another person's body, but you watch it happen.
The pred proceeds to sit back down and gets back to work, not acknowledging what they did.
You don't really know what to do, but you sit back down across from them, and try to do your work as well, while the prey in their stomach squirms sickeningly under their skin
the pred seems more at ease, but you are not. Over time, their stomach gets more grumbly, as you witness the early stages of them digesting someone alive. your team mate rubs their stomach now and then, but mostly they are focused on the task at hand. Somehow they are able to work like the human in their stomach isn't even there.
you aren't able to focus as well as they can, but they kindly do not mention it
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coldtwaer · 4 months
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AITA for keeping my girlfriend inside my stomach as punishment
r/SafeNoms (fake reddit post)
AITA for keeping my girlfriend inside my stomach as punishment 
For context, I (25 m) am a pred who lives with my prey girlfriend (24 f). We’ve been together since high school. I would say we have a pretty solid relationship and I couldn’t be happier. However, there is just one thing that she does that annoys me. Sometimes, without warning, she will make her way into my mouth, down my throat, and hang out in my stomach. Now I don’t exactly have a problem with her being in there but I don’t like that she doesn’t let me know so that I can neutralize my acids. Now I would never hurt her intentionally but it’s always better to be safe than sorry. 
So on to the incident that led me to make this post, it’s the weekend and since it’s pouring rain my girlfriend and I stay inside. Things are going great, we are just chilling on the couch watching TV all cuddled up and stuff. I was sort of half asleep, so I would yawn every so often. So during one of those yawns, she suddenly shoots up and makes her way into my mouth. Being caught off guard, my instincts took over and I started swallowing to try and get her down quickly so that I wouldn’t choke. After about a minute, she’s made her way down my esophagus and into my stomach.
 I can’t really hear her well when she is inside there but I can very much feel her actions. From the weird vibrations I felt, I could tell she was laughing. There wasn’t much time to really think about why she found this so funny because I had to go take some acid neutralizing gummies (I can neutralize it myself but the gummies just make the process faster) to make sure she was going to be okay. It was when I was taking them that I came up with an idea to get back at my girlfriend. 
Usually she hangs around in my stomach for about an hour before she gets tired of it and so she starts squirming as a sign for me to let her out. I’m not (well, wasn’t) a fan of the sensation so I always did. But, I decided that this time I wasn’t going to. I would just ignore her movements as if she were any other prey (which, to be honest, I don’t really consume prey). Even as I was planning it, I had full intentions on letting her out eventually. 
An hour passes by and I’m comfortably relaxing on the couch when I feel the familiar squirming from my girlfriend. So, I ignore it. This goes on for about ten minutes before she stops (most likely it had tired her). I realize that the initial discomfort the squirming had caused actually didn’t feel so bad once I got used to it. It actually kind of felt comforting in a way. But then I feel her do something that I had never felt before. She starts kicking. That did hurt. I tried rubbing my stomach to calm her down and let her know she is alright but I think she was just in pure panic mode at the time and I was starting to feel bad for doing this to her but I did feel like I needed to teach her a lesson.
Right now it’s been about 22 hours since the initial incident. I still have her in me but she’s perfectly fine. She’s calmed down now that I think she realizes that she isn’t in any danger. I’ll let her out soon, and I don’t know what I’m going to do moving forward. I kinda feel like a POS, but what do you guys think?
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ghouljams · 9 months
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does ghost ever tap love anymore this far into the relationship
Oh yeah he does! Mostly when she asks him to, but sometimes he gets an itch and taps her.
You blink at the city around you. Did you take a wrong turn somewhere? You look back at the road behind you. You thought this was a straight road, there shouldn't be a wrong turn to take. Yet you couldn't recognize a single thing around you. The world is hazy, you can't focus on anything around you long enough to get a read on where you are. Familiar surroundings completely unrecognizable. You've lived in this city for years, yet you have no earthly idea where you are.
You take a stumbling step forward, eyes darting around at the buildings on either side of you. Your head is spinning. Other people pass by, but they hardly seem to notice you. Either too preoccupied with their own lives, or too uncaring about yours. The trees that dot the brick street in their little square gardens tip their branches precariously towards you as you walk by. You flinch away from one of them and knock into someone. Their hands grip your shoulders hard.
You elbow them hard in the gut on instinct and feel them double over as quickly as they release you. You take a step away from them, breath coming quick. How did you get here? You don't remember how you got here. Wherever here is. What you do remember is you're not supposed to hurt people.
You do your best to quickly and calmly flee the scene. It's no problem if you don't know where you are or where you're going, it just makes it harder to follow you. After all you're not really going anywhere. The streets twist and turn in on themselves, the buildings expanding and contracting with your breath. If you don't look at anything too hard nothing spins, but the haze is still clouding your ability to actually pick out details.
You stop to try and read a street sign, squinting at the shifting letters. P- no B? Maybe an O? You make a frustrated noise, try to concentrate harder on reading it. You know you should be able to, so why is it so- You huff and give up, not willing to waste energy on something that probably won't help you anyway. You press your hand against the brick, try to ground yourself in a tactile feeling. The rough brick scratches your hand in a dull, distant, way. It's not helpful in the least.
Something is... missing. Missing from you. Missing in a way that feels- you can't describe it. Like millions of time holes, like air passing over your skin too close, not a missing limb but a missing soul. A puppet with its strings cut.
You turn the corner and bump into a solid mass. This time the hands that grab you are bigger, gentler with you, they tip your head back to meet black ringed eyes, somehow fearsome and affectionate. What a contradiction this one, you think. Or, hm, is that you thinking? He nods your head, yes it is, just a different you.
"You are slippery, Love," He almost sounds impressed, leaning down to kiss you and oh. That's something you know. Soft and a little wet, the slow drag of his lips against yours pulling you a little further out to see, a little more of a little less. He parts from you with a sigh, smoke trailing from his lips, drawn from you, you think. He hums, "That's my girl," and turns you around, "go on, Love, start running. Wouldn't want me to catch you."
And you think you do. You think catching you is the point of this game, but you can't remember. So you take his advice, and run.
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dvorrak · 3 months
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One from the sketchbook.
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ltsmoving · 3 months
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back and tired.
sleep <<<< draw oc tummy
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vorthodoxy · 5 months
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ok but hear me out. An immortal pred who has a fucked up sense of love, falling in love with mortals and not wanting to leave them behind when they eventually die. so the best course of action? Eating them and digesting them. The pred thinks this will keep them together forever, and is totally fine with it, despite the guilt of hurting their love. The pred will eventually digest them of course, and in the morning the pred will lovingly caress the new fat on their tummy, having their partner apart of him forever
It's RLLY angsty but also kind of hot idk...
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yESSSSS I'M ENTIRELY ON BOARD FOR THIS thank u strawberry thespian
the pred is lonely, part and parcel with being immortal, but the world is filled to the brim with so many interesting people! they travel from city to city, spending just long enough to get to know each one like the back of their hand before moving on to the next one, and then coming back once it's been long enough for the city to grow and change and transform.
they LOVE people. no matter where they go, they immerse themself in the lives of others, fascinated to see the way mortals learn and grow and make mistakes and leave a legacy. they dance with them, they tell stories with them, they tumble into beds with them.
every so often, they meet a particularly interesting one-- a savant of the generation, a genius, or a true humanitarian, or someone with enough ambition to strike the gods down from their seats. the pred will become this person's lover, their confidant, their muse. and they'll reveal their immortal nature to the sweet, brilliant, fascinating little human.
and, almost unfailingly, the mortal who has won their favour will ask if it's possible for them to share their immortality.
the pred will often play coy, piquing their mortal's interest even more fervently.
well, there is one way. it's wonderful. you would become so much more. but it's also painful. it... changes you in more ways than you know. i would only share this with someone i truly trusted.
and the mortal is so eager to prove their love, to prove they're trustworthy, that they're worth bringing into the aeons.
i would love nothing more than for you to join me.
the pred helps plan their delectable little artist's "last day as a mortal." the best day of their life, the day in which they finish their magnum opus, and prepare to become part of something much greater.
it's almost time. i trust you. do you trust me?
and the mortal nods...
hours later, the pred's immaculate, ravenous belly is gurgling and squeezing playfully around its squirming prisoner, hard at work processing the new hefty meal.
the pred is amorously massaging their massive gut, trying to get their tasty lover to just relax, it's okay, let it happen. you wanted to be part of something greater, and I wanted you to be part of ME. and now we both get what we want! shh, shh, i know it's scary, but i'm right here, i'm all around you, and i'll keep you safe... soon, nothing will be able to touch you, no blades, no disease nor famine, not even time itself... i couldn't leave you behind to waste away, to fall to dust, you're too (uuurp) beautiful... and delicious... just stop squirming and let my belly take you apart~
of course, they planned this perfectly, they've had practice. no one will disturb them this evening, or the next day. they fall asleep still rubbing their great, bulging tummy, trying to soothe their softening meal.
the next morning, their gut is about halfway done redistributing their lover to their hips, chest, thighs, and waistline. they happily pinch and squeeze the new layer of soft, warm pudge on their body, delighted to see their lover taking so well to their new position in life. they spend the day in bed, celebrating their lover's "immortality".
then, in the evening, they sigh, squeeze into their traveling clothes, and set out. it's time to move on to the next city.
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let-me-fill-you · 13 days
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Incubus by Tomás Boersner
I saw this, and now I want a period piece woman having an affair with a demon in her dreams - growing large with its spawn. The human husband believes they're his... but eventually she'll eat him to satiate her children.
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