#fang thoughts

Nibbling on the prey, gently biting their limbs, licking their skin... savoring the experience and getting to taste their prey. Holding the prey's arm in their mouth, tasting it until the prey works up the courage to completely follow through. Or giving them kisses, little nips that show the pred is holding back. They want to eat the prey up, but don't want to stop looking at them or seeing their smile.

Sharp teeth that the prey is fascinated by. They touch the pred's tongue, explore their mouth. Maybe the pred is embarrassed, simply allowing the prey to marvel at the shape of their fangs. The pred is drooling, quickly soaking the prey, but neither say anything about it because it's a sign of how much the pred wants them. Tossing the prey about with the pred's tongue, squishing them against the inside of their cheek.

Mouth play is fun and sweet, you know?

I've been trying my best to stay offline more. Sometimes I grow tired of being so plugged in but at the same time I need to so I can stay updated with the world around me.

Lately I've been extra tired of cop apologists, people who feel the need to be judgemental towards something they don't vibe with/understand, and the American government(especially this one).

My semester is over and I can breathe for at least two weeks before I need to get ready for next semester. My classes(the American political system, go figure lol and writing and rhetoric) are taken care of so far and I'm trying to focus on being excited about that.

Anyone who supports an organization who go explicitly against on what they stand for like PETA can honestly go fuck themselves. Steve Irwin has changed a generation in conserving wildlife. And his amazing kids are already continuing on his legacy.

The prey struggles and cries out for help, but the muscle and fat of their prison drowns out their pleas. Thick clothing lies over the pred's belly, and gurgles disguise anything that might be heard. There's people nearby. There's help just right out of reach. If the prey manages to bring attention to themselves, surely they can be saved. But the pred is calm and relaxed, leaning forward to hide their belly behind a table or counter.

Eventually the prey is melted away, and the pred has only a full belly to conceal.

I understand the avoidance of it, but something I think is lacking in certain comfort scenarios is the unique joy of digestion. Specifically some warm goopy painless kind.

For the prey it's like sinking into a hot tub, taking a deep nap into a pool of something warm and comforting. Like being cozily wrapped up. Any lingering bad thoughts, feelings, or unpleasant physical sensations entirely erased by the sensation of melting away. literally letting their worries fall off of them and be taken away. then they're back, good as new!

likely safe in the arms of their pred.

for the pred... it takes fullness to it's logical progression. the effort of digestion luring the pred to sleep, feeling warm and comforted, gradually rejuvenated by a good meal. Feeling not just full, but also nourished, and made to feel better and heathier even beyond the instance of having their prey first slip into their gut. Getting to appreciate increased inner warmth, combined with new softness. Making them plush and chubby.

the pred also being literally rejuvenated by a person they care about, the love and trust the prey and pred hold for each other both healing them :]

I really enjoy them... And have one myself though I'm still nervous to speak of him by name,,, bh,h,

Maybe they're new to the whole eating people business, they're just generally a very nervous person, or worried about keeping their prey safe... or all of the above

I really appreciate them. They have a special place in my heart and in vore... Confident preds have their charm but I like a very nervous and apprehensive one. They're very cute

They gulped down a prey and are carrying them about, and regardless of whether vore is a known thing or publicly accepted or not, they're nervous and anxious either way. "Oh god everyone can see the bump in my middle everyone knows I've--" meanwhile the prey is chilling, maybe having a nice nap and enjoying how comfy the inside of their friend is

Just. You know. The comfort of having a very nervous pred and met with soft comfort and welcoming assurance. letting them know nothing is going wrong and all is well and they're free to enjoy themselves.

For someone like me who's still very nervous about vore and the idea of even close friends who know I like vore even so much as HEARING about my thoughts on the subject-- having that comfort is nice. even if I'm not brave enough to talk about it, it's nice to know my characters can have their own comfort and have their anxieties proven wrong. it's very therapeutic.

In fact I think part of me wondered why they were all so afraid of them? Especially when no face spits them out again and they're fine (if frightened)

Plus I've learned over time that I have an affection for characters with a large black palette with a little bit of white. Plus characters who are very inhuman and learning to be people. I think it's super sweet and fun to explore

Prey making fun of a pred after hearing their stomach growl. Like "oh, did you not eat earlier? Are you thinking about how tasty I am? Shame on you"

Or making fun of the pred for wanting to eat them, playfully embarrassing them as their stomach growls and the pred is fighting the urge to eat them. Silly smug prey making a big deal out of things. "Ohh you wanna eat me so bad it makes you look stupid"

The pred might caves in to "get back" at the prey for the teasing. And while in their stomach, it's possible the prey thought they'd get away with it and is surprised to have it backfire on them