#I LOVE PREDS

[pineappleparfaitie]

OH LOOK A PREY OVER THERE IN THE DISTANCE..

.

.

.

Ok now that the preds have left I really hate how prey especially tinies have so little agency in a lot of vore stuff. Like its not fair man sometimes i like it but cmon. I wanna give some of these preds a taste of their own medicine..not by eating them but yk??

Preds if ur still here no offence i Love yall its not ur fault im just rambling-

[extreme-unorthodox-cuddles]

I expect you feel like I enjoy eating you because I get a big, filling meal out of it. I certainly won't deny that I love having you squirming about in there doesn't feel delightful, but that's far from the only reason.

I love having you close, keeping you safe and secure inside me. I want to hold you with my entire being, let you relax and be comfortable and warm. It's like a hug, but with my whole body.

I know you know that my stomach becomes more audible when I spend a lot of time with you, and truthfully when we're apart for a while I start feeling particularly hungry. Not the kind of hunger that I can just eat to be rid of, it's more like... emptiness, I suppose. And that emptiness vanishes when we finally meet again and I swallow you. Feeling you curl up in my belly sends a warmth through my whole body, and I finally feel full again.

I suppose the best way to explain the feeling is that when I eat you, you not only fill my stomach, you also fill my heart too.

[mmmleckerlecker]

feeling some type of way about being curled safely in a stomach where you can feel the love and warmth and protection of the pred surrounding you but even so, the stomach you’re in is like a wild beast and you can still hear it growling and whining for you. you can feel the way it kneads impatiently into you, wanting to tear into you and reduce you to nothing. but the only reason it hasn’t is simply because your pred said, “no. this one is mine. not yours. stand down.” and the stomach obeys. it holds you right in its center and goes against its every instinct, merely because your pred would rather hold you tenderly within them and keep you safe from the rest of the world than give in and let you get hurt

[ratatatastic]

the sauna robe era: a beautiful saga unfolding before us. we really have gone from "it was matthew's idea to wear them for pregame fits" to "sasha texted them team to make them wear the robes for the preds game"

nashville predators @ florida panthers postgame interview | 11.7.24 (x)(x)(x)(x)(x)

DO YOU KNOW HOW FUNNY IT IS THAT BOTH RODDY AND MAFFHEW WENT oh the whole team all thought it was a prank but we still wore them anyways which somehow makes the robe walkin an exercise in trust and love that everyone passed with flying colours god this team is filled with lobe and friemdship

also happy mackie did in fact get ribbed for taking the shirt option his team uncles sure are giving him the rookie experience and also "i wasn't sure if i was showing too much skin or not" on a team

THAT WALKED IN LIKE THIS WITHOUT ANY SHAME. YEAH BUD I DONT THINK THATS A PROBLEM HERE.

the robes are truly a hit amongst the team aka we dont have to use our brains and we just put on a robe its fantastic, mackie maffhew and nosey are on absolutely onboard unsurprisingly

and if you wondering oh what about paul when will we see him-

the answer is a firm NO on both accounts so to those (me) who wanted to see an old man in a skimpy robe our dreams have to be crushed from the getgo but maybe if the streak goes long enough-

[tabbytums]

snack for a snake... or a naga.

[nombitenary]

Chris wants a belly rub! He's even willing to let you choose where you want to rub from. Where are you picking, the outside, or the inside? Either way, he's content to lay back and purr as you help his guts with his latest meal.

[nom-the-noodle]

Bat are very unassuming little devils man! They just hang around upside down all day, easily able to hide little treats on their person! And unfortunately, I managed to get snagged by one and they don't seem too keen on letting me go with a snap of the jaws.

[nomstellations]

They had been pretty lucky thus far- evading claws that tried to snatch them up, jaws that tried to trap them within, and hungry predators that saw an easy mark. Today wasn't one of those victorious days.

Swiftly, before they could react, a hand snatched them out of their hiding spot. "There you are..." A voice growled from above. "Did you think I wouldn't find you in my own home?" You're face to face with your captor, a smug smirk on their face as they studied you. "I must say, I admire your boldness...but your luck has just ran out, my little morsel. That chase worked up an appetite, and I have a friend that's very eager to meet you..."

They grinned, flashing their teeth as they patted their stomach. Their prey wriggled in their grip, struggling to get free. "N-no! You can't do this!" "Oh, but I can! What's a cute little thing like you going to do about it? Squeak for help?" The predator laughed, lifting them up above their mouth. "It'll be much easier for you to just accept your fate as food...now, so long~"

They opened their mouth wide, dropping the tiny into their mouth and swiftly closing their jaws around them. They could feel them fighting against their tongue as it sampled them, squirming against their confines as they tilted their head back...and swallowed. All that fight was for nothing as they sent that squirmy lump to their stomach. "Ahh, there we go...you're all mine~ Maybe I should've let you call for help? Seconds sounds wonderful right now..."

They felt their little snack enter their stomach, shoving around as the walls apparently closed in. They waited a few moments before speaking again. "...w-was that good? I've never really done anything like that before. Was that enough menace?"

[supernormalblogname]

pred for whom eating someone is a form of love, but in an obsessive, scary way >>>>>

pred who neeeeeeds needs needs the object of their affection in their stomach, all to themselves, where no-one else can have them. and they don't care what they have to do to get that, they don't care if their love struggles or cries or tries to run away. they know their love is just being silly, afterall... the pred knows what's best for them, and they'll come around eventually ❤

[nightmarevore]

Feral Cravings

Rowan enters a hunger fugue, deciding that the man he craves needs to be eaten as soon as possible.

Contains: serial killer au, digestion, forceful pred, body sharing, loving prey and loving pred. kind of... reformation??? prey is safe. Same size vore

Ao3 Link

rowan pins luke to the ground, growling and hungry. drool slips from his lips, and his eyes remain fixated on the meal underneath him. food. that’s right, luke is food. his delicious morsel, his wonderful delicious cherry. he leans down, digging his nails into his beloved’s shoulders as his tongue slips through his lips, dragging itself across luke’s cheek. he purrs, closing his eyes and releasing a happy breath from his nose. 

luke squeaks gently, turning his head as he closes his eyes and tenses. a fugue feeding is always aggressive. by now, he’s used to it, but this is far more intense than the last. he loves it, despite this. he loves seeing his rowan feral for him. their victims get a lot of this side of him. they get to see the beast that is rowan, but luke… the fugues are for him. the primal craving for luke himself forces itself in the predator’s brain in the form of these powerful fugues. luke’s remaining hand presses into rowan’s chest as he forces his form closer, and droplets of rowan’s drool lands on his face. the starving predator’s stomach growls, and they both know what’s coming soon. 

luke is going to be locked within rowan’s stomach for hours, maybe days. maybe weeks. 

rowan sees the man before him as a delicacy— someone who belongs to him and only him. someone who needs to be in his stomach at all times. someone whose fate is tied to the predator’s empty stomach. 

another forceful lick, and rowan’s lips end at the top of luke’s head before wrapping around it, soon forcing his head down and luke’s own head into his mouth. 

his mind is so fuzzy—all he can think of is eating luke. nothing but eating luke makes sense. to think straight, he needs to eat. consume him. make him his. 

rowan doesn’t hesitate. he can’t hesitate, forcing his love’s head down his throat and swallowing. his meal squirms underneath him, gently fighting against him. it’s no match for the starving predator of course, but he doesn’t mind the fighting. his hand grabs luke’s, forcing it to the ground rather than it pushing against him. he pulls more of his precious cherry, his food, into him. he swallows again, shoving his head past his throat. 

luke attempts to speak, but the flesh of rowan’s powerful throat squish and force him into place. it keeps him from moving much at all. rowan’s throat is powerful and consuming. he attempts to move his head around to fight back; an attempt to tell rowan to slow down or take it easier. it only causes rowan to swallow harder and faster. the predator’s heartbeat comes close to the shifter’s ears, then faint once more as his amputated arm disappears past rowan’s lips, into his throat. 

his remaining hand tries to fight or grab onto anything, but rowan lifts the prey’s body off of the ground, pinning his arm to his side. the beast wants, no, demands his meal. this delicious, beautiful food that forever and always ends up within his core. 

he swallows luke again, pulling his chest into himself and soon his stomach. luke’s legs kick about, but it doesn’t matter. he’s going to end up inside him regardless. rowan growls, licking over his meal as he forces him down his gullet. he feels his head enter his stomach, leaving him determined to swallow more. 

luke is forcibly squished into the bigger, yet tight, chamber of rowan’s stomach. he’s squished forcibly inside, and not given much time to  focus on how to adjust himself. this time, rowan’s ravenous hunger leaves him unable to steady himself. luke can feel rowan lift his lower body off of the ground, and it’s all he can do to kick his legs around in response. just to tell rowan to go softer, slower, and gentler… anything to allow luke a moment of respite. 

unfortunately, it does nothing. rowan swallows again, pulling the shifter’s waist in his mouth, harshly. sealing his fate further within, luke remains unaware that he’s not getting out this time. right now, all he knows is that he’s desperately being swallowed down. the predator’s endless hunger and craving for luke knows no bounds as more of his body disappears past his lips, then into his throat. 

rowan’s hands reach for his growing stomach, pressing his fingers into it.

“rowan, please, slow down.” luke calls out, albeit muffled. he speaks into a stomach wall that he’s being shoved into. rowan doesn’t hear him. “rowan, please.” 

gravity forces him in, combined with rowan’s swallowing. despite just entering the organ, it’s surprisingly noisy. is he that hungry today? they’d had a date night just the other day. he should be fine, but it is a fugue. they’ve been happening more often with their new ‘ritual.’ luke is always more than thrilled to do it, but right now? the fugue scares him more than anything.

more of him is forced inside, making his entire torso now inside of the predator’s powerful gut. his swallows continue to be deafeningly loud, followed by his heartbeat and aggressive breathing. luke finally stops fighting with his legs and allows himself to be swallowed. the predator gives an appreciative purr, patting his stomach. his meal’s thighs, calves, and finally, feet, disappear past the lips and throat. 

rowan swallows one last time to make sure all of luke is sealed inside of him, letting out a loud exhale. he leans over his stomach, allowing his weight to squish down on his bloated belly, and rests his hands on the ground. to tell luke that he belongs to the predator’s gut. his meal squirms around underneath him, trying to get comfortable with the extra weight above him. the man closes his eyes, purring at feeling his luke move around so much. it’s bliss, and his sweet flavor still rests on his tongue. luke is such a wonderful meal… his perfect, delicious morsel. 

“rowan, it’s okay, i’m here…” luke speaks, albeit with a muffled voice. he begins to rub the internal wall as a way to soothe the predator. “we’ll get you out of this fugue, yeah?” 

a rather loud belch escapes the feral man’s chest in response. it squishes and shakes luke, forcing the stomach walls to close in on him slightly. rowan continues to huff, almost as if he were panting. he focuses on the sensation of luke inside of him. his form underneath his weight. the way he rubs at the internal folds of his stomach. the way he takes up the space inside of his body. the way he feels under his skin. how much bigger his middle is when he’s inside of him… 

he doesn’t want him to leave. 

( he won’t have to, of course. not when i’m done with him. ) 

that’s right… luke is his love. his everything. his cherry. luke’s gift is himself. from his fingers to his arm, and now his whole body. all a gift, from luke to rowan. luke’s dedication to the predator and determination to take care of him. the extra weight he’s packed on as of late hasn’t been their dates, but luke himself. his larger-than-usual stomach can attest to that. 

rowan, in all of his ferality, finally loosens off of his belly, moving his weight to his legs. he needs to get up, and he can do so with just a little patience… but why do that, when he can just sit here and focus on his stomach? on his luke… 

“whoa, big guy. don’t focus too much on moving, okay?” his meal speaks up, but he shouldn’t speak up, he should be…. 

… he wants to get comfortable before he starts digestion, that’s it. he wants his luke to know that he’s comfortable. the couch isn’t too far, he just needs to get to it. the predator huffs to breathe again, using a nearby wall to support his weight as he attempts to stand. his stomach groans at him, and he feels luke move under his skin. it’s a lot to handle at once, and he places one of his hands directly onto his stomach quickly before he leans against the wall, halfway standing. 

“s-stop….” words seep out of rowan’s lips quietly, and drool falls from the corner of his mouth. part of him wants to eat luke all over again. to spit him out right now and swallow him whole again. he absolutely could. he has the power to eat luke again and again and again. his cherry, his dinner, stops moving in response, going quiet. the feral predator squeezes his stomach with his free hand, rubbing it to soothe it before continuing to stand up the rest of the way. 

he’s so lucky so have such a wonderful boyfriend who listens to him. who feeds him. who takes care of him. 

“rowan? are you okay?” luke asks, feeling rowan begin to walk. 

the predator doesn’t answer, instead reaching both arms down the side of his stomach and attempting to lift the massive, bloated flesh that held luke. he feels another burp trying to come out, and as he walks around the couch and sits down on it, he lets go of his rounded out middle. its weight falls onto the cushioning of the couch. rowan lets his hands rest at his sides. the burp finally releases itself, being long, heavy, and deep. it squeezes luke once more, and internal walls hug and wrap tightly around the consumed man. 

rowan sighs, exhaling. he’s relieved he can relax now, and he leans his head back, closing his eyes. his mind remains foggy, but he needs to accept luke’s gift. 

it takes no effort anymore to tell his stomach it’s time to break down what’s inside with luke. not only had they been playing with it in the past, but when rowan finally decided to digest him fully, it was out of pure love. what he’s always wanted… 

it’s easy and simple. 

a singular, loud, and hollow gurgle marks the start of the process as the fugue-ridden predator finally lets himself go and closes his eyes. his hands rest on the mass of his belly. time to finish the delicacy that is his cherry.

luke shifts. the loud and sudden gurgle of rowan’s gut shakes him to his core. that’s not a sound he’s heard the stomach make yet, but it’s…. familiar, at the same time. 

“…. full.” rowan mumbles above. his voice is still loud from inside, but he’s so quiet from being out of it. 

“it’s okay, my love. you’re okay, i’m here.” luke uses a calm voice, and continues to rub along the stomach wall. it isn’t long until he notices the way his fingers begin to gently sink into the fleshy wall. 

the stomach gives another loud groan. 

“rowan, are you…?” acid pools at luke’s feet. rowan burps, tightening the chamber and holding luke in place. the air quickly becomes a bit tight, and another loud groan confirms luke’s suspicions. 

luke jolts, fighting against the organ. he punches and kicks, and even rolls. 

“rowan, wait, stop, you’re in a fugue! you can’t do this right now, not like this! baby, please, stop. just hold me in here until you’ve cleared your head!” luke pleads, soon shifting and laying on his back. he kicks up, causing rowan’s eyes to open and to look down at his fighting belly. 

the predator presses down into the aggressive kicks with his hands, leaning over and pressing his weight against his stomach and the couch. the powerful organ hangs over the edge of the couch as he does this, and green hues stare directly at his skin. luke continues to pick and punch, but he feels none of it. 

in fact, it reminds him so much of their date nights… that’s right, this is just like that, except it’s luke this time. unlike their dates, luke will be safe. he’ll be okay. there’s no reason to get worked up. he just needs to digest luke. make him part of him again. make them closer than ever. 

rowan forces a burp out, and he clears his throat as he continues to press his hands against luke before leaning back.

“don’t worry, my love… my love, my cherry… my perfect cherry… i love you, it’s okay. we’re okay. you’re so perfect and delicious, i’ll take care of you. my snack, my dinner, my everything. i’ll make you mine. mine…. mine alone.” rowan rambles, rubbing the sides of his bloated middle. 

instead of at his feet, the acid soaks into his shirt and back. rowan isn’t listening to him, he just wants to let it happen. he’s in a fugue, there’s not much luke can do but let it happen.

he continues to mumble, and the stomach continues to groan and gurgle. it wants to take luke. the groans call his name. the stomach walls embrace the man it contains. they knead and hold onto him. they tell him it’s okay, just like rowan says. 

maybe rowan will come to before the digestion process starts fully and let him out, but… would this really be such a bad thing right now? rowan’s stomach knows him and craves him, it’s not so bad in the grand scheme of things…

luke shifts to a more comfortable position, sitting up. he feels rowan’s hands continue to rub circles into the skin, especially at luke’s movements. 

“…. i need you, luke.” the predator whispers, clearing his throat again. 

his stomach bubbles and churns, signing that it wants to work on the meal inside. 

another burp. luke moves around inside him. another burp takes luke’s air. one hand rubs the side of his bloated, round stomach slowly. the other moves to rest on top. 

“i…i… my luke…. my luke, my luke….. so hungry without you in here…. hurts without you.” he looks down to his belly, comforted by its size. knowing that luke is his. that luke will become part of him like he should. “i want you so badly…” 

rowan’s stomach groans, and soon each gurgle and bubble no longer has any breaks between them. stomach walls gently and slowly knead against luke. the shifter can feel the hands that rub at him, as well as rowan’s voice that continues to mumble his name. despite the state of rowan’s mind, his heart is so calming and slow. his breathing is steady. it’s like his body is attempting to convince him to calm down. to let it have its way. 

… luke wants it. he truly does. he feels himself loosen up at the thought. he wants to feel rowan’s stomach take care of him. he wants to feel the loving caress that is rowan’s belly trying to break him down. it’s taken him so many times before, it’s not a bad thing to be taken again. to be delivered inside of his love’s body. to become truly part of his love. luke purrs, leaning back. the stomach walls gently press into him as the organ kneads him, covering him in saliva and acids. 

rowan shifts, a small growl bubbling from his chest. he wants his luke. his fingers press into the side of his stomach, soon digging his nails into it. 

“why can…. so far away…. luke…. my luke…. fuck….” rowan’s breath is shaky. his growl grows louder. he wants to bite into luke again. he wants to taste his blood. to taste his luke again. throw him up and swallow him, harder this time. his stomach holds luke, just under the skin. he drools, staring at his stomach. soon, he leans all the way back against the couch, rolling his head back. he swallows, then smacks his lips. luke’s sweet, wonderful flavor. luke’s beautiful, wonderful face, locked under his skin. his beautifully freckled body. 

last time he was digested, rowan kissed every freckle on his body. told him how perfect his body is. how not a single freckle was missing when he reappeared next to him after their fusion. he even kissed the scar of luke’s amputated arm, telling him how beautiful that was, as well. 

how beautiful he is… 

in fact, he takes note of every time luke realizes he can control a left hand again. he finds it so cute every time. 

luke’s smiling face. 

luke becoming part of him. 

there isn’t a single thing about luke that rowan hates. he loves it all. enough to consume. enough to digest. now that they know it’s safe, why should he not do this? why should they not do this? why should he not feel his luke inside of him? physically, emotionally, spiritually, and mentally? 

“my luke… all mine…”

“yours…” luke replies quietly. he knows rowan isn’t going to be able to hear it, especially with how loud his stomach is getting. the pool of acid once at his feet begins to slowly rise upwards. rowan’s loving rubs seem to encourage the organ to work, kneading at him even more. the walls, like always, are no longer firm and sturdy. they’re softer, malleable, and allow for parts of luke to sink in. his hand disappears into it as he attempts to press in, and it’s when he knows digestion will fully attempt to kick in soon. it’s just getting him prepared. 

it’s… so oddly beautiful to be inside while it happens. maybe one of these times, he can ask rowan to digest him with his regular food. that way he can feel like food for his beloved. granted, he already feels like food, because he is. every time he’s eaten, he’s just a delicious meal for rowan. the best meal, in fact. he’s been assured that many, many times. the best tasting person he’s ever eaten. the best person he’s ever digested. the moment rowan begins to shove luke down his throat is the moment that he becomes a meal for rowan, and he loves every second of it. ever since he was first eaten, he’s wanted to take care of rowan. to show him how beautiful he is. to show him the beast he is. how perfect that beast is. this act between them is solid evidence towards that fact. 

he wishes he could hug rowan and tell him how good he’s doing. 

gurgles fill luke’s ears. rowan’s growling turns into a sudden, deep burp from above. it causes more of luke’s air to be pulled out. the stomach tightly holds the prey even more, leaving him held in place and unable to move. he feels a pat, then hears an exhale. 

luke’s face flushes. he closes his eyes. his predator wants him, and he’ll allow his predator to take him. 

acid fills the chamber even more, soaking the bottom half of luke’s form. the acid fills every inch of the chamber that isn’t squished or taken up by stomach walls or luke himself. it soaks into his clothes and skin, bubbling gently as it bathes him. it gently sizzles, raising higher and higher as luke breathes in unison with the man who surrounds him entirely. 

the rubbing from the outside ceases, and soon luke is squished once again. only this time, it’s not from rowan putting all of his weight on top of him. this time, it feels like rowan’s arms wrap around him and hold him tight. luke rowan leans forward, purring. he feels rowan rest his head on top of his own. he continues to mumble his name, but he’s hugging luke through skin and flesh. 

luke smiles, closing his eyes and allowing himself to fully relax. the shifter himself purrs, and the heat inside of the organ begins to become unbearable. the acid seeps into the man’s skin, and he sweats from the bubbling heat of rowan’s insides. 

another loud, long groan surrounds him. he can’t hear rowan anymore, only his stomach. luke takes a deep breath, and the inside of his nose and lungs stings. luke’s asthma always threw a fit when they did this sort of thing—the air thins out when digestion starts. it’s usually not an issue, but when a predator’s stomach is in “digest human” mode, his body is an entirely different beast. his beast… the beast takes him and makes him his. luke belongs to the beast, forever and always. 

luke’s amputated arm begins to sink under into the acid as it continues to raise, and luke looks over. even with the scar underneath it from the stitching, it’s covered in burns and bite marks. rowan has scarred him up, and it couldn’t make him happier. 

luke’s toes dig into the flesh underneath him, curling up and rubbing into each other. he bathes in the acids of rowan’s stomach, gently washing him and covering him. rowan’s voice continues to mumble something above, but he can’t hear him. the hug is tight and loving, just like rowan himself. 

outside, rowan continues to speak for his beloved meal’s name, hugging him and rubbing his face into his bloated belly. his stomach is so huge, so noisy, so still. his luke sits wonderfully inside him. 

“…. always wanted to do this. i’m so relieved it’s safe… relieved… you’re with me… my luke… loving luke… delicious luke. perfect food…” rowan’s fingers rub into his skin, still holding it and hugging it. he shifts his head to kiss the top of what he believes is luke’s head before going back to gently nuzzling the skin. 

the walls close in further on luke, kneading him more and more. the walls squish and wrap around him, allowing him to sink in further as it begins to fully work on attempting to break him down. the man attempts to move around one last time in his predator’s gut just to see how far he could push out, but nothing would budge. he uses his feet to push out, but he can barely move with most of his lower body strength. he groans as he tries to, but to no avail. his legs and feet only press into the stomach wall, disappearing within the soft, fleshy folds. 

luke begins to sweat, and his hair sticks to his forehead. his stomach flutters. acid reaches up just underneath his collarbone, and he thinks his clothes are beginning to dissolve off of his body. it’s hot and hard to breathe. luke’s breaths become heavier and heavier, but he wants to hold on for as long as possible. he wants to continue to hear rowan’s stomach and heart. he wants to feel his embrace. 

a sudden hiccup jolts and squishes the prey, a massive bubble within the acid popping on the surface. the predator attempts to hold back, but a massive belch breaks through his throat and mouth, stealing nearly all of his meal’s air. 

the stomach decides to kick into gear. between the loving embrace of rowan’s arms and stomach walls, the walls themselves pick up speed with its kneading. it squishes and sloshes the shifter around, attempting to soak him in acid. luke closes his eyes, finding it harder and harder to breathe. he inhales sharply, trying to find any oxygen. his hand presses up against a wall that hasn’t held it in place yet, but his fingers are buried into the flesh and disappear. it feels like a washing machine in here, and luke is on the spin cycle. the heat is too much. acid splashes into his face, soaking his hair and burning his cheeks lightly. 

his face is deeply red, both from the heat and the emotions this experience makes him feel. endless, all encompassing stomach gurgling cry for luke. they mark just how much rowan’s body wants him. the organ takes such good care of the shifter, it tells him that it wants to absorb and hold him. to share with him the love it feels for him. it’s just like when rowan took his arm. when his stomach was full with the limb and it was obvious by the curve of the predator’s stomach. as the curve of his belly slowly shrunk, and his arm, skin, muscle, and bone became part of rowan forever. only this time, it’s luke’s turn. this time the stomach plays a symphony of groans just for him and his entire being. 

luke tries to open his mouth to speak, but he can’t breathe. he can’t hear himself. he inhales, hot stinging air entering his lungs. acid raises to his neck, then his chin. 

rowan… my love, my predator. make me yours, forever and always.

the rest of luke’s shirt dissolves, partly melting into the skin of his chest as rowan’s stomach acid completely and totally fills the chamber, submerging its meal’s head. all luke can do now is hold his breath for as long as he can, and with the last remaining strength he has, luke attempts to lean over, allowing his weight to sink in to one side of the organ and stay there. it’s a small, subtle shift. barely noticeable from the outside. of course rowan can feel it, and he rubs gently over where he felt the movement before going back to carefully embracing his massive stomach. 

walls of flesh continue to knead and squish at luke. the organ is close to victory and claiming its meal. it needs only to continue gently caring for luke. 

he feels himself unable to continue holding his breath. he can’t keep his eyes so tightly shut anymore. he needs to gasp and inhale new air, but there’s nothing to gasp for. he presses his head upwards, directly into the folds of flesh before him, burying his face into it. before long, his mouth instinctively opens as it tries to gasp for air. his eyes open, and his body fully relaxes and lets go. 

rowan claims his meal.

a long, loud, and satisfied noise sings from within. luke humbly sleeps inside, underneath the predator’s skin. 

rowan nuzzles his stomach, lightly giggling to himself. his luke…. his perfect luke…. his precious and beloved boyfriend. if he truly is luke’s world as he’s described, what does that make luke to rowan? is luke his world? too much thinking, all he wants to focus on is luke. luke inside him, luke being his. his luke. his food. he wants to hold luke inside of him forever. for months. years. 

he pictures luke’s face in his mind, focusing on his freckles. his bright green eyes, his bright red, adorable cheeks. his brown hair that grows beyond his shoulders, just enough to be pulled into a bun. 

the thought causes him to hug his belly tighter, and his smile remains on his face, albeit softly. his purrs grow louder as he continues to hold his own face against his love becoming part of his existence once more.

luke’s mind flutters, planting itself within the predator’s brain. he inhales sharply as luke regains consciousness through rowan. 

there is so much, yet so little within the predator’s mind. he hiccups, and a loud, deep burp forces itself out of the predator’s throat. luke wants to cover his mouth in surprise, but rowan keeps full control over the body’s limbs. they remain embraced tightly around his stomach, listening and curled up around it. 

it’s wild to think that his body is unconscious and just underneath the shared skin. where his mind was once there, he now feels the vague mind fog, the satisfaction of having luke inside of him, rowan’s full and desperate obsessive love for his partner, and just how… filling, his body is. 

“rowan?” luke says the words, but it leaves rowan’s lips with rowan’s voice. he speaks into the skin, and another loud gurgle echoes across the room. 

rowan’s thoughts picture luke and the man that rests just inside of him, making his chest flutter. rather, luke’s chest flutter. he feels the love rowan has for him; so much love as to make him part of him. beyond his fingers and beyond his arm—he makes his whole body part of him. 

it’s a strange sensation, feeling the haze of rowan’s mind. 

a loud, monstrous gurgle from rowan’s center echoes through the room, making rowan shift and sit up. he wants to stay close to his stomach and hold luke so, so badly. he wants to squeeze his belly and wrap around it tightly. he wants to feel every second of luke becoming part of his very body. it’s the most beautiful thing in the world. 

“we should get you laying down, love.” luke speaks in rowan’s mind. 

“…mmmmhh…..” rowan kneads his stomach with his hands. “my luke….” 

the massive organ has clearly started kicking into overdrive. it loudly digests its contents, and luke feels his heart flutter. he’ll never get used to the feeling of himself being digested. the flesh under rowan’s hands are soft, squishy, and malleable. his stomach works hard to break down its meal. its wonderful meal. it sings, letting luke know just how much it appreciates this gift. 

rowan’s delicious, perfect morsel. rowan’s beautiful, stunning cherry. he was always meant to stay inside him forever. he was always meant to become part of him. always, always. since the first time he ate luke, he always knew this is what he wanted. now he can do this anytime he wants… anytime he wants. anytime his stomach wants to break down his perfect food. 

rowan’s head props up. with a sudden hitch of the throat, a large, deep burp forces its way up his throat and out. it tastes of his love, and the only thing the predator wishes he could do right now is swallow luke all over again. perhaps…. perhaps when he’s back by his side, and not in his head… 

a cough follows the hearty burp, and the full predator finally leans back, allowing himself to rest his weight against the couch. his hands continue to rub the sides of his massive belly, aiding the digestion process… allowing his body to bring his love closer than ever before. 

all luke can do now is wait for rowan’s mind to clear. even through it all, the unending brigade of emotion that revolves around luke causes the man to feel even more love for his partner. even more love for the man he will always give himself to. luke believes rowan deserves this, and more. 

in rowan’s mind, the two share one thought, directed towards the other. 

“i love you so much, my love.”

. . . 

rowan finds himself on the floor. his bloated belly rests on the floor between his legs, and his hands rest on top of it. he’d been leaning against it, though he didn’t know for how long. his stomach was soft, squishy, and loud. too loud. he recognizes the feeling left in his body and mind. a curtain in his brain slowly raises and clears of fog, revealing himself with a lone spotlight in the center of its stage. 

“good god… a fugue again?” he laments, groaning as he looks down to his stomach. how long ago did he eat whoever was inside? and where was luke? 

“i’m right here with you.” luke’s voice chimes in in his own brain, taking the predator by surprise. the fact he’s with him means… 

rowan’s gaze on his belly shifts into that of a gaze of horror. 

“i… digested you? in a fugue?” his voice is pathetic, filled with confusion and rage. “i-i’m so sorry, cherry. oh, my god. i’m so, so sorry. i-i didn’t hurt you, did i? i didn’t mean to, i’m—“ 

“rowan, rowan. hush.” luke takes control over rowan’s lips, forcing the words to interrupt his panic. luke moves the body’s hands to the stomach, holding the sides of it gently. he brushes their thumbs against the skin, feeling the shape. “i’m feeling the stomach i gave you again. from what’s left of me. it’s so… beautiful, you know?”

the predator’s eyebrows furrow. he’s shocked at the response. 

“beautiful?” he asks. 

“… remember how i said that, the first time we even played with going half of the way, it felt like your body craved me on such a deep level, that it wanted nothing but to make me part of you?” luke’s voice speaks from inside his head again. he’s lovingly staring at rowan’s distended middle. “to see it, and to feel it… to be in both positions. inside the stomach, and in here to feel it… it really truly feels like pure, unfiltered love. the fact that… even in a fugue, you’d turn to me, and decide that you wanted nothing more than to combine our being… to digest me… to take care of me… it’s awfully romantic.” 

“luke…”

“you’ve claimed me again. taken me and wrapped your fingers around me. it makes me so happy. it makes me happy to feel how much of a relief it is to you. how much you enjoy it. i would’ve let you digest me the first time you ate me if i knew how badly you wanted it.” luke’s voice holds an audible smile. “it’s nice, too. i wish you could feel it. your stomach squishes and kneads at me. it’s so comfortable. your stomach is just one big bed. wet and hot, but a bed nonetheless. the softness… it’s just a hug.” 

“you’re a theater kid.” rowan replies.

“you love me, though!” luke laughs. 

“i sure do… i really do.” 

normally, rowan would apologize. he’s digested luke before, but never in a fugue. he can’t imagine how horrifying it might’ve been, but… if he enjoys it, why would he have a reason to apologize? 

“exactly, big guy.” luke’s voice rings in his head again. “you take such good care of me. it feels dedicated, like i’m special to you.” 

“… you know our whole thing was that you were the only one safe in my stomach? it’s just… that, like what if i hurt you?” guilt riddles the predator’s mind. 

luke shakes his head, causing rowan’s head to shake. 

“i feel loved. i feel taken care of. not only do you crave me, but so does your body. your stomach sings my name and massages me in a way i know it never would for the others. there’s a difference between eating for a hunt, and digesting me. i feel your intention, inside your stomach and inside your brain. you would never hurt me.” the smile in luke’s voice as he explains seeps into their physical being, causing rowan to smile as well. 

luke speaks so matter-of-factly. he seemingly always knows how to quell rowan’s anxieties. 

“… okay, i trust you. i love you.”

“i love you, too.” 

. . .

“what are you doing?” 

“huh?” rowan’s hands press against his belly, feeling the curve and softness of the skin. his fingers gently press into the stomach, then push back out. it’s hard for luke to believe that his body used to be in there. he can’t help but touch and feel what is now just leftovers. evidence that he was once inside, and now is slowly taken in by the predator’s body to sustain himself. “i was feeling our stomach.” 

‘our’ stomach, he says. rowan’s heart skips a beat, and his cheeks warm at the comment. 

“y-you can’t just….” the predator stammers, trying to find the right words.

chuckling, luke continues to press the body’s fingers into the skin of their stomach. 

luke’s frame isn’t obvious anymore. the stomach is still a decent size, but it’s not holding the contents of an entire person anymore. the thought flusters luke. how many times have they done this? how many times has he seen himself from rowan’s perspective, melting away underneath his skin? becoming part of his love. his everything. his world. 

luke makes rowan’s arms lift and squish the stomach. it bounces, gently sloshing. it cries out softly, groaning and gurgling. 

“you’re having way too much fun with this.” rowan notes. 

“it’s… mesmerizing.” luke responds inside the predator’s head. he can’t exactly be embarrassed, can he? or hide it, for that matter. 

“i wouldn’t want you to.” the predator replies.

“but i’m embarrassing.” the shifter mumbles, and the body’s eyebrows furrow. “but it’s so interesting. i can’t take my eyes and hands off of it.” 

rowan chuckles, wishing he could kiss his beloved cherry’s face. perhaps when he’s back. 

“you don’t have to, love.” the predator’s voice is so soft and sweet. 

does he find luke’s nervousness endearing?

“yes, i do.” rowan speaks confidently.

“god, i hate how you just know all of my thoughts and respond to them.” luke shivers, pulling their arms underneath the stomach. it sloshes once more. 

“like you don’t do the same fucking thing to me, loser.” 

“that’s different!”

“is it really?” 

“absolutely!”

. . . 

sleeping with a whole other person in one’s head is quite an experience. rather than having to shut off your own thoughts, you have to shut off another’s as well. it takes a while, but… when they sleep, it feels as intimate as having luke in his arms. 

waking up, especially after a few days of spending their existence together, rowan opens his eyes and turns over in the bed. his luke lay in bed, perfectly safe. nothing appears to be wrong. his hair is perfectly brown. his freckles remain beautifully speckled across his face. he’s all in one piece, and looks so gorgeous. he doesn’t feel the presence of his love in his head anymore, meaning luke truly lays next to him. 

the predator places a hand over his stomach, feeling the soft, shrunken curve of his center. his belly continues to work on breaking down all of his last meal, leaving his belly malleable and soft. he rubs it, smiling. it gently and quietly gurgles. 

rolling over, rowan shifts to prop himself up on his arm. the predator lifts a hand to brush some hair out of his husband’s face. the sleeping man stirs, and his eyes flutter open. bright, beautiful green hues look back at the predator’s face. luke smiles, gently and tiredly reaching up to press his hand into rowan’s cheek. 

“my love.” says luke. 

“pancakes for breakfast?” rowan asks. 

“mmm…. with extra syrup.” 

[cannibalvore]

A pred and their observer partner are enjoying some quality time together after the preds latest meal. Suddenly, their stomach lurches slightly, and they regurgitate a few bones – all perfectly clean except for the slobber, of course.

Instead of being disgusted by this, however, their partner gives them a mischievous smirk as they examine the macabre remains for longer than they probably should, patting the pred's stomach fondly –

"Looks like you're digesting well, darling"

[suzyandthefox]

Two beautiful, Wonderfully written pirate men

That are interpetations of the same character

And Also happen to be predcrushes (and romantic crushes)

[extreme-unorthodox-cuddles]

As is likely obvious from my posts about it, I am definitely pred leaning, but still

There's times where I just wanna snuggle up in the pit of a pred's stomach, cozy and warm, protected by the soft muscles of the organ around me. Feeling the pressure of where they glide their hand over their belly, a silent way of saying "you're safe, I'm here" to me.

Sure, I'll be wet, slimy and in the dark, but that'll be overpowered by the fact that it's soft, it's warm, it's cozy, I'm safe, I'm happy, I'm loved.

[lesbianoms]

Thinking about a princess with a bellyful of dragon ❤️🐉

This specific dragon is a bit smaller than dragons are normally thought to be— about the size of a fox or a big dog— but she’s managed to swallow it whole and and keep it curled up in her tummy.

Imagine how round and full her stomach would be. So swollen— almost like she’s swallowed a beach ball— as it gurgles and squirms around while her meal waits to settle. Imprints of scaly claws are seen from the inside as the dragon tries to push its way out. But there’s no escape from the princess’s hungry belly, it seems~

Little clicks and growls can be heard from the beast within, muffled by her active gut. Her royal feast shifting around, trying to get comfortable in its new slimy cave, which of course causes the princess to react. Little gasps at the flutters from within that orb, poking out on her middle.

Digestion takes about a week or two, I imagine. The princess burps as her powerful gut works away on the dragon, as the sounds from within get lower… bubblier… her burps begin to startle the royal court. They sound something fierce, especially coming from such a dainty girl like herself. Each deep belch siphons more of her prey’s energy in one powerful, gassy roar.

As the days go by, her belly loses its tighter shape, becoming all doughy and soft… whining as it further processes her meal. She hiccups and pats her gut, hands slapping against its squish and giving slightly as she lets loose another belch. The princess tastes fire on her lips, sighs, and leans back onto her bed with an audible SLORSH from her belly as she gets ready to sleep off her big meal.

That’s certainly one way to slay a dragon~

[ratatatastic]

preseason is for scrumming for your goalie's honour because someone tried to get to close to him while he was down

nashville predators @ florida panthers doubleheader game 1 | 9.22.24

chilling while all hell breaks loose

[alexcutecolly]

The Tenor

Greatly inspired by that anon asking about preds putting on a musical number before eating their prey, I wrote this short story!

Warnings: some cursing, fearplay, unwilling g/t vore, uncaring pred.

Mainly NSFW vore accounts DNI!!

Words: ~2.1k

°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°

Your head feels heavy as you start regaining consciousness, your vision all blurred and confusing before your eyes focus on your surroundings.

“Mhhh?”

W…where am I?

It looks like you’re in the backstage of a massive theater. No kidding, every single equipment around you is gigantic compared to your size. The curtains are still closed, and the dark engulfs everything. The only exception being a single, big reflector casting its beacon of light before you.

Looking down, you realize you’re all tied up to a chair of your own scale.

“Uh???” You can’t move an inch, and any attempt at budging is vain; plus you can feel the ropes almost digging into your sitting form.

W… what happened? I was waiting in a queue to buy a ticket for Mr. Biggs’ next performance-

“Is… anyone there?” you call out, your voice resounding in the seemingly empty room.

“Oh! There you are! It took you longer that I thought to wake up!” a booming voice breaks the eerie silence, coming from above but behind you.

“U-uh?”

This voice-

“The Titanic Tenor…? Mr. … Mr. Biggs? Is… Is that you?”

He chuckles, moving from his previous position to face you.

“That is me indeed~”

“Mr. Biggs, w-what’s going on? Is… is this a joke?” you ask him, doing your best not to make a puppy-eyed face as you look straight at him.

“Oh, not at all! You see… you’ve been randomly picked for an unique, extraordinary event involving the one and only me!” he exclaims, putting his arms out with theatrical emphasis.

You raise an eyebrow.

“Ooookaaaay…? Aaaaand… Why does it require me to be bound to a chair, in dim light, in the backstage?” you question him, wriggling a bit in place.

“Oh it’s rather simple.” He grins menacingly.

“I’ll give you 60 seconds to escape. If you don’t make it, I’m going to eat you. How’s that sound?”

“W-WHAT-“

“I won’t repeat myself. The ropes are tight. I’m just sure you’ll come up with something” he says, keeping the same excited grin.

“But- this is absurd!!”

“Oh yeah it is! Absurd, that I haven’t done this before!”

You gulp nervously.

“And in the meantime, allow me to perform a cavatina dedicated to your despair only. It should last for the perfect amount of time as well.”

“B-but wait! Why do you want to eat me? I’m just a random spectator from your usual audience! Also… Aren’t tenors supposed to play the heroes, the good guys in operas? Not that we’re in a play right now but-“

“First of all. Although you’re technically right, there are some interesting exceptions in 19th century plays where the tenor plays the bad guy, and the main male protagonist/hero is played by a baritone. Just check out Giuseppe Verdi’s ‘Rigoletto’, so you’ll know what I’m talking about” he responds, moving his hand in the air as to shoo your doubts away.

“And for the reason why I’m so eager to make a meal out of you… Why can’t I? Shouldn’t I enjoy a snack every once in a while?”

“You can’t be serious-“

“Ta-ta, less complaining and more working on those ropes, or the only symphony you’re going to be listening to in a minute will be my belly’s. C’mon, the play is starting!”

“Just wait-!”

“Oooooh~ oh my dear preeeeey~

You should’ve walked awayyyy~

From the moment you feeelt

Your impending dooooom~”

The giant tenor is ignoring you now, his back turned to you as he starts to sing his malicious song.

Great, just great. You sigh.

So you begin wriggling and struggling, with your hands doing their best to release your wrists first.

Shit, he wasn’t lying about the ropes being tight, you think with a grunt.

“… And whaaaaat

are you going to doooo

once you’re all settleeed

inside my guuuut~… ”

Ugh, shut up.

His eyes meet yours, when he turns around as he continues with his mocking cavatina. He licks his lips for just a moment, causing you to flinch and look away from him.

Clenching your teeth, you feel a small wind of relief when you finally manage to untie one of the knots. The ropes feel a little loosened now. You don’t stop, and keep insisting on the other knots. Thankfully, it seems there’s only one remaining.

“… 20 seconds… is all that’s leeeeft~

Before you’re plunged

Down into my chest~…”

You curse under your breath, your sore fingers now attempting to undo what remains of the thread binding you to the chair. It’s all been wrapped around you, which makes it even harder to make it come off.

Eventually, you pull the rope and it finally releases you from your sitting position, and that’s when you toss it away and run for your life.

But that’s when you realize…

Wait… I’m not on the ground! He placed me on a fucking table!! Or… Is it a… stage?

“Was… was there not an escape route the entire time?” you ask yourself, horrified at coming at your conclusion.

“Nonono, there has to be one-”

“Oh my dear prey~

Your time is uuup~

And now you will be

Miiiiiine~”

He lets out the last word with a nice, prolonged High C before approaching, rubbing his hands together at your sight.

“Wait, nonono, I refuse to be eaten!” you say, standing up to him with your fists clenched.

“Oh c’mon sweetheart, you’ve had your chance. Now, give up and accept it.”

“’My chance’ your ass, you’ve tricked me! You made me believe I could run away in safety, but… How was I supposed to get down from here?” With a stern look you point at the edge of the table, which is at least 3 feet in giant size.

The tenor sighs. “Gorgeous. The actors aren’t supposed to leave the stage until the curtains are pulled! Don’t you know that?”

“B-but… we’re not in a play right now.”

“Says who?” the opera singer asks rhetorically, grinning from ear to ear.

!!!!

“Y-you didn’t correct me before! When I said the same thing!”

“I didn’t, yeah. Aren’t you happy, though? You’ve been promoted from mere spectator to main acting role!”

“A-as if this is what I was waiting in line for! I’m- I’m done with your stupid game!”

“Oh yeah sure, feel free to complain to the big boss if you’d like, then! And that is…”

He does a little twirl, turning around before doing a theatrical pose with his arms stretched out wide.

“ME!”

“…”

You have nothing else to say. The situation is already crazy enough for your understanding. Plus it feels so demeaning, it’s like your mind is detaching itself from your body.

“Anyhow, I hope you’ll behave now. Because…”

He leans forward with the usual wicked smile plastered on his face. You instinctively take a step back in fear, looking up to the famished giant.

“You’re going to be the spotlight of my lunch.”

You shake your head. “N-no please! Have mercy!!”

“And I will! Plus it’s not like you’re going to die, you silly goose!” he says loudly, reaching out towards you with his large hand.

You almost dodge his fingers, but they manage to grab the back of your jacket at the very last second. And so you’re lifted up in the air, wriggling in the caging fist of your captor.

“Ha-have you taken into account the fact that maybe I just don’t want to be eaten by you?” you wheeze out as you attempt to free yourself from his grip.

“Oh, I have. I just decided not to care.”

He raises you above his head, his lips slowly parting to reveal the teeth and the inside of the maw.

You shake your head again, as to wake yourself up from this terrible dream. But when reality sinks in, all left for you to do is a desperate attempt at reaching for the fingers that are holding you up in the air.

Though Mr. Biggs doesn’t waste any more time, and he drops you right into the wide, very welcoming opening below.

Letting out a scream, you land right onto his spongy tongue. Covered in saliva already, you cough and immediately try to slip away towards the front, but the giant keeps you in place by pressing you even more into his taste buds with his index.

“MMMMMM!!~” the tenor hums loudly, rubbing your body up and down to get more and more of your peculiar flavor. And you must taste amazing, because more and more pools of saliva are accumulating fast all around you.

After a while though, he retracts the finger to close his mouth and seal you inside. As soon as the light goes out, the muscle underneath you pins you to the palate, unperturbed by your struggling; and as if it wasn’t enough, it brushes against you tirelessly to gather even more of your taste.

In the end, there’s nothing that doesn’t make you feel like you’re being sucked onto like a tiny piece of candy.

On the outside, the giant can barely contain his appetite. Oh, to have a feisty snack like you before any of his shows!

Once he’s grown tired of having you stuck to the roof of his mouth, he starts swirling you around, moving you from cheek to cheek. His continued humming makes the whole damp cave vibrate, which you’d find even soothing in a totally different situation. And it only gets worse when he picks up the snarky song he was singing before, his purring another way to taunt his poor victim.

Having fun with your part, morsel? I can keep going for as much as I like-

All of a sudden the alarm on Mr. Biggs’ watch goes off, reminding him of the incoming performance.

Humpf. Nevermind, I guess. Almost forgot about that, he huffs, quite annoyed to interrupt his vicious snacking.

Welp. Every story must come to an end, sooner or later, after all. What really matters is enjoying the ride, right~?

And that’s when he begins to tilt his head back.

In the inside of his maw everything shifts incredibly fast. Not that it has was all peaceful up until this moment, but if you were laying horizontally on his tongue just a few seconds ago, now you’re sliding straight towards a new dark chasm- his throat.

“N-no, wait!! D-don’t swallow!!” you shout, wiggling and doing the best way you can to hold onto something- anything-, that prevents you from falling into the bottomless pit in the back.

But with all the fleshy interiors coated in saliva, your hands hopelessness slip, slip and slip. So you what you actually manage to accomplish, is to just stare as you pass through the hellish gate and go down the hatch.

*GLK~*

The tenor gently presses his big hand to his neck as he feels you travel down, deeper and deeper inside of him until you disappear behind his collarbone.

“Mmmmm, I needed that~ some entertainment before the great show, you know?” he speaks, as if you could actually listen to him.

The descend towards his stomach is tight. So so tight. It’s giving you claustrophobia. The heat is unbearable, and you’re not even in the main chamber yet. His heart is hammering somewhere very close to you, undeterred to your despair. And when you’re finally released in the stomach, it feels like your troubles are over for the moment.

If Mr. Biggs is true to his word, you’re going to be safe. For a while, at least.

…

Hopefully.

“Aaaah~ That hit the spot~” Mr. Biggs sighs, feeling your small but filling presence inside his belly. He smirks at your puny wriggling, rubbing your spot with more glee than annoyance.

“Mmmmm, don’t be shy and struggle more if you’d like~” he says, poking his middle again in hope to get more active reactions from you.

“In the meantime, the rest of the audience is waiting for me for the real play! Make yourself at home, you’re definitely not coming out for the next few hours~” he says, chuckling to himself.

Before going back to his dressing room though, he gathers the tiny chair and the discarded thread from the stage - more like a table to him - ‘borrowed’ from the non-giant singers and musicians. Thankfully nobody has walked in during the events that have just transpired, or that’d have been pretty weird - if not embarrassing - to explain.

Oh well, you think, getting more comfortable as you crawl up to the nearest stomach wall to lay against it. Your eyes growing heavier from exhaustion and the excruciating warmth.

At least I’ve got front row seats to a free performance.