#It shows how much prey really can help preds feel better and loved tho

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Comfort Food

Hi. Turns out my new ADHD meds make me incredibly anxious. Like “up till five am cause you’re shaking so hard” kind of anxious. Im fine though and my buddy said y’all might want to read this fic I wrote in my flurry of emotion. 

NSFW DNI 

I will just straight up kill you 

contents: Soft Safe Vore, GT, Author as pred, Reader as prey, Willing pred, neutral prey, hurt/comfort

Summary: Coming back to my room after a long day and crappy emotions, holding you is the only thing that could make me feel better. 

Word count: 1,072

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"FUCK!"

I had gotten better at not barging into my dorm room now that you had settled in. Excited and angry shouts were both suppressed to not hurt your sensitive ears. After checking that the zone was clear, I chuck my bag down and lean back against the door.

"Sorry…" I mutter a little softer. No reply from you, though, which only makes my foul mood worse, not that it was your fault. 

While taking a moment to breathe, I hear something tap against the desk, and I know you're there. Another few breaths and I'm on my feet again. There you were, my little friend, on my desk, drawing with a tiny piece of pencil lead. "Hi…" 

"Hello!" You call over your shoulder with a calm smile, "do you need a minute or wanna talk?"

"No, no," I reply, waving my hand and sitting down, leaning my arm and head against the desk beside you, "just… an off day, you know? It's good to see you… and I'm sorry- again" I give you a sheepish look, feeling guilty about dumping that on you. Of course, like you always do on days like this, you stand and walk towards me, looking into my tired eyes and placing a hand on my nose. 

"I forgive you…~ how can we help you feel better?" You ask. I squeeze my eyes shut in response, nose crinkling with frustration. 

"I-…" 

You sigh, I'm doing the thing again. You weigh your options. Either say the obvious or make me actually say. I hate it when you do this, but I know it's good for me even on shitty days like this. 

"Hmm…?" You ask encouragingly while rubbing my nose a little

I groan, my words trapped at the back of my throat and that slight hum causing just the wrong amount of stimulation, and I resist the temptation to lash out at you irrationally. 

"Get in." I half murmur, half growl. In truth, I need you right now. I need to feel my anchor safe and sound in my belly. The only thing to chase this irritability away would be eating myself half to death or holding you. I can't do the interaction, I can't think, I just need you safe to feel okay. 

"What?" 

Another frustrated growl escapes me. Without another word, I lurch myself forward, my mouth taking your torso in. I don't lick. I don't close at all. I just wait for the protest.

I hear a yelp from you, and you step back, pressing your upper legs against my top teeth. Other than that, though, you stay still, feeling my somewhat laboured breath wash over you. 

With no other protest, I clamp my lips around you and hurl my head up, bobbing as I swallow and slurp you up. The lump you make in my throat slides down past my collarbone, and I just about cry with relief.

My head slams down on the desk, and my belly groans under my clothes as you slide into its embrace. Inside I feel you squirm around to get comfortable. If you're saying something, I can't even begin to compute the noise. 

"I'm sorry- fuck I just need you safe. Know y-you won't leave me. I can't think-"I feel a pat from inside, and I sigh in relief. "You're the best. I don't know what I would do without you…." I murmur. My head finally lifts from the desk to look at your ongoing drawing. "Tell me about these later, would you?" I said before standing up. My hand doesn't leave my belly the entire time I rummage around my cupboards. Soon I pull out a small plastic baggie and swallow that too. 

Inside, you feel something slide beside you. You flinch only to realize it's your essentials bag. Protein bars, a DS, a bottle with rather stale water inside, and more knickknacks. 

I feel a sense of relief wash over me. I hurl myself onto my bed, trying not to jostle you inside too much. I've curled around my body pillow, clutching it to my belly after pulling my weighted blanket over. 

Finally, after a couple quiet moments, I can manage to tune you in. "You did that without letting me go to the bathroom first…" you murmur, and I groan.

"Fuck, you're right, I'm sorry I wasn't thinking I can-"my heart races again when I think of my own dumb mistake. 

"You're fine! Hey, you're fine! I was gonna say you're lucky I did like, ten minutes ago." You begin to rub at my belly gently, and I curl tighter around you.

Soft gurgles emanate around you, walls squeezing and kneading as if to make up for my previous cold demeanour. You feel another pressure that must be my hand against my belly. My breath is still kinda hitching, but my heart has started to slow down. It is upsetting when I can't speak to you properly. It's frustrating and maybe even feels dismissive. Still, you keep yourself together, understanding how much I have to care to protect you in my core when I still felt so dishevelled. 

"I-I feel better when you're with me. If I could keep you in there forever, I would…." I murmur quietly, "I'm angry. I'm so angry all the time, and I'm sorry you have to deal with it. And thank you… thank you so much" you can hear my voice get shaky. "I'm so mad, but you remind me that I want to be a lover, not a fighter a-a-and I'm sorry I can't even speak sometimes…." 

You double down on your rubs, partially to assure me, partially because the walls had become so tense around you. Slowly, you feel things soften again, and what you can only assume as tearful deep breaths even out.

I was gone. Passed out from exhaustion. A blessing, really. The walls of my belly go back to kneading you gratefully. Not trying to break you down or restrict you, like it was trying to smother you in affection I couldn't give at that moment. 

When you're sure I'm asleep with no risk of waking up, you finally take your DS out of the bag, your favourite game already there when you turn it on.

When I woke up, we'd have a talk, but for now, you were happy to play your game in the warm, safe confines of my belly.