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"Down. Down. Down. Where things like you go and don't come back." Tam being an a-hole, but she's fine. He'll just spit her out later. Spoilered for v/ore. No h/orny comments, I don't consider this s/exual.

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like sticking your head into a guillotine
safely going to sleep in someone's tummy but it's been 4 hours and they won't stop watching smosh try not to laugh videos at they keep laughing alot and it's bouncing you around like that rabbids gif
Vore but watch out the prey you just had just became your headmate.
fuck I've been trying to make this vore post for too long now I'm just gonna write my feelings and see what happens
vore matters so much to me. it's a community, a fetish, a love language and a trust exercise all rolled into one
like, vore is one of the Internet Fetishes™ that people like to point and make fun of all the time, so when you find a group of people who enjoy it it's an incredibly refreshing feeling to be able to be open about your interests without people treating you like a freak. plus, vore comes in so many forms with so many smaller communities in each of them, and it's crazy how nice and supportive everyone is simply because we're tired of being made fun of and choose to be nice to each other
vore is also obviously sexual to me, but it's also intensely romantic. I am giving myself to you in its entirety. if my end is gentle, it is because you will it. if my end is violent it's because that's what you wanted. I submit myself, entirely to you. I trust your body to take care of mine, regardless of if I survive the encounter or not. my heart beats, my palms get sweaty, all because I know my meaning is being fulfilled: feeding you
having someone who's also into your fetish is an amazing feeling. being uniquely compatible with one another in this shared fetish is a special kind of closeness that you can only find with mutual freakiness. kink, fetish, love and community are all incredibly important to me, and I thank everyone who shares this closeness with me!

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Yeah, I'm ace
Asexual Creator of Endo and vore scenarios
Omg me too
vore is just cuddling with noclip enabled
Bitches love me for my combat skills, easily reprogrammable mind, and gaping void where my personhood used to be
cuddle the mech pilot you adopted. no, really snuggle her. don’t let her sleep at the foot of your bed. she thinks she doesn’t deserve to curl up with you like a person and will sleep down there huddled up like a dog if you let her. don’t let her. tell her gently but firmly that you want to touch her and that she’s going to get under the blankets with you and you’re going to spoon her
she might cry a bit. pilots aren’t used to that kind of affection. just wipe her tears and tell her you love her and it’s ok for her to cry. and then fall asleep together
"Dude, I'm like, so sore. I've been inside you for six hours already."
[. . . Please rephrase that when we land.]

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Yeah yeah ‘Pilot x Handler’ ‘Hound x Handler’ whatever what about Pilot x Mech? What about being totally, helplessly in love with the very machine that has saved your life a thousand times over? What about having a crush on the metal being that is linked to your mind, your body, your very soul? What about adoring something that is almost impossible for you to distinguish from yourself? What about being forced to love yourself, because if you don’t, how could you love that which is an extension of you?
What if getting in the cockpit was the gentlest kiss from a lover you know better than yourself?
I'm so touch starved in the way that I need to desperately be inside someone. Something. Anything.
I need to feel a full-body squeeze so much tighter and more intimate than than a hug. I can't relax without feeling myself sink deeper into another person's being. I need to be caressed by your insides.
I'm so emotionally fragile I need some kind of giant entity who loves and craves my tiny form and wishes to secure my well-being and happiness with their enormous form and power: A dragon bonded to their rider; a mech AI protecting their pilot; a diety blessing their mortal priest.
I want us to share emotions and sensations. I want you to feel my body relax into your presence as your very existence soothes the fear, loneliness, and anxiety I feel when we're not together. I want to feel satisfaction bleeding through our connection as it deepens and broadens, and I sink into you once again. I want to feel the pride and awe for my blind trust and faith in you bubble up alongside that inhuman desire to protect, claim, devour, and dominate me.
I need to be mentally, emotionally, neurologically, sexually, psychically and/or spiritually bonded to a being far too big for conventional love. I want to belong to someone - to something much greater and larger than myself. I want to be your doll. your prey. your pawn. your toy. your snack. your tool. your pet.
Let me be your bleeding, beating heart while you become the growling, roaring cage that surrounds me.
Your body is my temple, and I will worship it from within and without
for all of my days.
thinking right now about the "dragons fucking cars" thing and the inevitable conclusion that reaches on this blog
a dragon taking down a combat mech, powerful tail curling around its legs as the claws on the metal shoulders force it to the ground
jaws savaging the pilot capsule, damaging it enough to disrupt movement control, leaving the mech helpless, but not enough to disable the neural link, meaning the pilot can feel all of it
the dragon taking its time with the downed suit of armor, lazily fucking into the mech as the pilot struggles to endure the feelings, trying to unplug the suit from them but unable to reach the port in the base of their skull
Mech pilots aren't even needed anymore. Yeah they don't do anything in there, it's all handled by the onboard Ai. We just pretend that they're doing stuff because its easier to explain that we've got a fucked up human in there than an Ai that's smarter than twenty people piloting the giant metal death machine.
Yeah sometimes the Ai and the pilot have some weird phsycosexual relationship but it's easier to just let that happen. Besides it keeps both the Ai and the pilot in place, so who cares if it keeps a person as a fuckpet?
I am the pilot. The beast I ride is a churning, grinding mass of steel. A simulacrum of sinew forged in the shape of a woman that rumbles with each step leaving only death and destruction in the craters of her footfalls. She subsists on death, it runs through her veins, and empowers her as the executor of my will. She exists to be an extention of me, to be a vessel for my purpose. To be filled full with my luminous and pearlescent desire, and by god above, my desire is white hot and oppressive and it is for her alone, for I hold the reigns but the beast that bears me is mine. She is mine. Mine and mine alone. We are death incarnate. Death drives us onwards, and forwards, and when when our sojourn ends, it will only end one way.

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*looking at myself in the mirror*
Fanfiction is supposed to be cringy. You're allowed to write bad. You're allowed to be cringe. Fanfiction is supposed to be self indulgent. You're allowed to be cringe. Let yourself be cringe. Fanfiction is supposed to be fun. Stop putting arbitrary rules on yourself and be free.