#V pred

[wutwutno1]

V x reader comfort vore?

I just had this lil idea where reader is afraid of the dark and needs help getting over that fear, so V decides to help them-

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Friday.

It's most student drone's favorite day of the week. After all, school was over for the weekend and everyone could hang out and do whatever they wanted.

However, you weren't excited this time. You had a sleepover, and it was with Uzi Doorman of all people.

There was nothing "wrong" with Uzi per-say, as far as you were aware, but one thing she liked more than anything, was darkness.

You didn't like the dark. Not one bit. It also doesn't help that your normal body was undergoing routine maintenance and you were using your mini-form, and on top of that Uzi has two murder drones at her house!

However, your parents and Uzi's dad came up with the sleepover idea. Uzi's dad wanted Uzi to have friends that weren't "murder bots" as he put it, and your parents wanted you to get over your fear of the dark. Win-win for the parents, lose-lose for their spawn.

Anyways, you waited for Uzi to pick you up, literally. You sat at your desk as the final bell rang and everyone got up to leave. You sighed as Uzi walked up to your desk and sat her hand down next to you. "Ready to get this over with?"

Uzi spoke with a sense of disgust, but not at you. You climbed onto her hand and she lifted you up to her shoulder. "Ready as I'll ever be. Let's get this over with."

You sat down on Uzi's shoulder and held tight for the walk to Uzi's house.

Uzi walks through the front door to the Doorman living quarters. You take a quick glance at her living room from her shoulder. You see the two murder drones sitting on the couch.

N, Uzi's definitely-not-a-boyfriend boyfriend, was sitting on one end looking like he was anticipating something, while V, Lizzy's 100%-just-a-friend-not-a-girlfriend girlfriend, was laying down, using N's head as a peg-rest while texting someone on a pink phone. N's leg was bouncing antsy while staring at the tiled floor.

Upon hearing the door open and Uzi walking in, he looked up. When he saw Uzi, he stood up and dashed for Uzi, knocking V off the couch, and causing her to yell out N's name. N knocked Uzi down with a bear hug and an excited,

"Uzi!"

You fell off Uzi's shoulder. However, Uzi still had half a mind to catch you before you hit the ground.

"Hey! Watch it N! We have a guest!" "Sorry, Uzi. . . Where is this guest anyway?"

N got up off of Uzi and looked around as Uzi stood up herself. Uzi dusted herself off with her free hand and V walked over and stood next to N. Uzi held you out in her palm, presenting you to the two drones.

"This is Y/N. They're going to be staying with us for the night because my dad and their parents are jerks." You waved nervously. You knew N was safe. Uzi drove that point home all the way to her place. V however. . . Despite her best efforts, the only thing Uzi could say about V was that she "hasn't killed in a week."

"Oh! So we're having a sleepover? That's so cool! It's nice meeting you, Y/N," N babbled excitedly.

"Welcome to Loser 1, and Loser 2's house. I'm here against my will." V said with venomous sarcasm in her voice as she looked at N and Uzi.

"Hey! Can-it, V! Before I rearange your code and have you fatal error out!" Uzi's left hand and right eye flashed the absolute solver symbol for emphasis, but V didn't seem impressed. "While on the subject of sleepovers, Lizzy is joining us."

"What?! Why would you invite her?! She's so insufferable!"

"Khan said I could! Plus, she's like... way cooler than you, short stack!"

"I'M NOT SHORT! I'M COMPACT!"

Uzi placed you down on a coffee table in front of the couch. You watched the two titans fight as N sat down.

"They fight often?" You ask N.

"Ha ha! Yeah. I only intervene when things get physical though."

"Cool." Luckily for you and N, things didn't get physical as Lizzy walked in. V and Uzi stopped fighting. Instead, Uzi started setting up a movie.

After a few minutes Everyone but you was situated on the couch. N and Uzi on one side, V and Lizzy on the other, with you on a beanbag with a handtowel blanket in the middle. Uzi turned off the lights before starting the movie.

You started to shuffle nervously as the movie progressed, not feeling comfortable in the barely lit room. V noticed and chuckled.

"Afraid of the dark, bite-size?"

"What? No. . . Yes. . . Shut up!" V chuckled before leaning to Lizzy and whispering something in her audio receptor. Lizzy giggled and the pair looked at you with an evil look. You didn't notice, however, as you were staring at the movie, trying to ignore the darkness around you.

When the movie ended, Uzi had fallen asleep, so N volunteered and took her to her room, leaving you with Lizzy and V.

Lizzy stood up and moved to the other side of you.

"So, V tells me you're afraid of the dark."

"Don't worry your little head, Y/N. We know the perfect place for you to get over your fear," V teased.

Lizzy picked you up by the back of your shirt and just let you dangle for a second.

"Okay, V. Open up!"

V gave a sinister chuckle and opened her mouth, revealing her razer sharp teeth and she stuck out her squishy black tongue. Lizzy held you over V's cavernous mouth as you began to kick the open air frantically.

"You two can't be serious!" Lizzy laughed and spoke in a snarky tone.

"Oh, relax! We're robots! We can't digest stuff! You'll be fine! I already gave her tummy a test run a few weeks ago. It's perfectly fine! Nice and dark, and it's the perfect place for someone with a fear of the dark!" "What do you mean you did a test run—?"

Lizzy cut you off by dropping you onto V's tongue. You grab the spongy rope out of fear of falling further, soaking yourself in V's saliva. Before you can say anything, V pulls her tongue and you into her mouth.

You were now trapped in V's mouth. You trembled in the darkness.

Suddenly, there was a bright light as V opened her mouth. You peered outside to see Lizzy taking a picture of you in V's mouth.

"Heh. Nice. Alright V, they're yours now."

"Wait! Wait! V, don't—!"

V closed her mouth quickly and swallowed before you could say another word. Her tight throat quickly pulled you down as you wiggled with your eyes squeezed shut.

Eventually, you were deposited in V's stomach. You felt it churn softly around you and heard it let out a soft groan of satisfaction. You tentatively opened your eyes and felt... calm. . . You laid down in her stomach, not bothering to try and struggle. The whole experience soothed you and you didn't feel afraid of the darkness in her stomach. You could hear V chuckle above you and you felt two soft pats near you.

V smiled warmly as she felt her little snack settling in. She leaned back on the couch and patted her abdomen.

"Aww, they're getting comfy! They must like it in there, despite the dark!"

"I told you it would work!" Lizzy laid on top of V, laying her head on V's tummy so that she could hear you better.

"How are you doing in there, Y/N?"

"It's actually quite comfortable in here!"

"Told ya. Now get some sleep, that's your bed for tonight!"

Lizzy giggled and pulled herself up so that Her head was under V's chin.

"Glad you came up with this plan, V. I was skeptical at first, but it worked and was fun to pull off!"

V wrapped her arms around Lizzy, holding her close as she pulled the blanket over herself.

"I know right? Well, since you told Y/N to go to sleep, why don't we do the same?"

"You read my mind." Lizzy and V would close their eyes, replacing them with "Sleep Mode" and holding each other close.

Inside V's belly, you snuggled up to one of the walls, feeling the plush surface sink under your weight. You quickly found the perfect position and closed your eyes. You fell asleep faster than you ever have in your entire life. Your eyes were replaced with "Sleep Mode" and underneath was a single flashing line of text; "Sweet Dream Mode: On."

The next day after you were let out you left Uzi's house happier than you went in.

Not because it was over, but because you found a way to actually enjoy the dark. Maybe you could find someone else to let you sleep in their belly, or maybe. . .

You could find someone to sleep in yours. . .

[teal-fiend]

you get eaten by a stranger. You barely are able to catch a glimpse of their face before you're gulped down and deposited in the stomach.

You were in public before, a park that you'd been to many times. So when your predator starts moving, and the stomach starts to become more active, stimulated by the walking, you can imagine in your minds eye where they have gone in the park.

They're heading to the edge, now you feel the footsteps hitting concrete as they go along the sidewalk.

you yell for help; there must be other people around who can help you. Your pred doesn't even bother trying to silence you, or acknowledge your protests at all.

You're still following along where you imagine they are, until they stop, leaving you hanging motionlessly for the first time. Its kind of like being in a hammock, but cramped, and the hammock is trying to digest you.

You hear a click, and the opening of a car door. As the pred gets in, you become much more cramped, squished by their legs and torso, and the car. And their stomach keeps squeezing you, trying to make you smaller.

Now the car is moving and you have no idea where you are. You are sloshed back and forth by the momentum of the vehicle or what could be an hour or more.

Eventually it slows down, the car parks. For the first time the pred gives you a little pat before getting out of the car.

They're moving up some stairs. You can feel and hear their heartbeat at the exertion. And you get thrown back and forth with each step.

You hear a door open. And a sigh. You're in a house, you assume. Or an apartment? It could be anywhere, you dont even know if you're still in the same city.

You are likely in a strangers home, and in their gut. You're going to be digested far away from any place you are familiar with. No one will know where you went. And if someone saw this pred with their full belly, they'd have no idea who the meal was.

Your world shifts, the pred has laid down. You hear a muffled rustling of sheets and there is extra weight over you. The pred is tucked into bed, and its not even night time. A mid-day rest, as they prepare to digest you fully.

You dont want to accept this. Your efforts to escape have been useless so far. But you try to do your best. You yell at them, to get their attention. You kick at their stomach, which is hard because of how restricted you are.

You feel the pred roll onto their back, letting you wriggle uselessly ontop of them. You feel silly doing it, seeing as how little an effect it has.

Then, you feel them tense their belly muscles slightly, and there is a loud bubbly gurgle. You feel the pred thump on you lightly. You figet in response, doing your best to irritate them further. But all you get is a loud burp from above, before you feel the pred relax again.

you hear their voice for the first time as they excuse themselves. But after that, they have nothing more to say.

You wonder what the room looks like. And what the pred looks like. You can barely remember.

You wonder what you would look like from the outside. A gurgling bulge in a stranger's abdomen. An anonymous meal. The pred had probably seen that many times. If they looked in a mirror later, they'd be able to see you. Well not you, the pred would only see their own stomach, but you would be inside it

[ltsmoving]

waugh i cant be bothered colouring this have some lineart of these two also hiiii slight redesigns :)

noo little british boy dont get eaten by your big alt boyfriend...

[chip-ism]

Cruel pred monologuing about how 'nobody will ever find you' and 'you're nothing but food now' only to pause when they feel a weird motion from their stomach and realize their prey is getting off to it.

[bothsweetandsalty]

I love nervous preds so so so much

Just laying with a head on their stomach as it growls, looking up to see their hands hiding their blushing face and they are all like

“ *grrlll .. ah sorry.. *ggllrnn .. s-sorry I’m just a bit…. *ggrlllll mhhn just a bit hungry that’s all..”

GRRRR gets me WILD

[bramble-mouse]

You sit in a loud stomach packed full of Thanksgiving food actively digesting around you. It's disgusting in here and after a loud groan followed by a lurch, causing the belly owner's stomach contents to churn dangerously around you, you manage to get your leg out of the chyme and give a fleshy wall a solid kick. The entire chamber shudders.

"Oww! I said I was sorry!"

Bramble winces.

"I didn't see you on my plate, I swear."

You shout obscenities and flail about inside the bubbling food filled pit that is your giant friend's gut. Your words are muffled.

"Look, you'll be fine in there, alright? I'm sorry, buddy, but I'm not wasting this meal. I promise you a good hot bath and like...whatever you want after, alright?"

You could throttle Bramble for thier carelessness- because you were going to be stewing in thier digesting belly for hours now.

But it was hard to stay angry when you knew Bramble genuinely hadn't meant to put you in this position. You sigh and lean back against thier stomach lining as the whole organ lets out a series of busy gurgles and churns, the walls squeezing you tight this way and that.

You feel them pat thier stomach and stifle a burp. The belly wobbles around you.

"Fuck. Sorry. Settle in. I'll try not to move so much."

Bramble reassures. You can imagine them lounging on thier couch, hands clasped loosely over a slightly distended stomach as thier meal processes around you, unable to harm you.

[once-upon-a-tommorow]

i want to hear preds yearning for their prey

MAKE. 👏

THEM. 👏

YEARN. 👏

[mouthfullofteefers]

based off of this post (been wanting to write a reply to this for awhile but no time better than the approaching 8/8)

Waking up with your arm in your boyfriend's mouth was becoming the norm. Your boyfriend said it was an accident, just him eating in his sleep and he didn't mean anything by it. You would always wake up when he’d hit your shoulder and so did he. He was always so apologetic and would make it up to you throughout the day. He promised over and over that it didn't mean anything and he wouldn't do it again (even though it kept happening) and you believed him. Why wouldn’t you believe him? He was your boyfriend, and you loved him and he loved you, there was no way he’d actually want to eat you, right? Right?

That night, you and your boyfriend had gotten a little too drunk, enjoying yourselves for the first time in a while and the two of you scrambled off to bed later than  you both normally did. All of that seemed to contribute to the situation you found yourself in. 

You woke up wet and constricted, struggling to breathe as slick flesh pulled you deeper and deeper in, one arm pinned at your side and the other stretched out in front of you. It took far too long to process what was going on. You didn’t even struggle as the next swallow came and the muscles pulled you further in.

Realization cut through your groggy haze like a knife. You start to struggle, squirming against the muscles and the person consuming you. The peristalsis pulls you further down, uncaring to your struggles and all of your movement only helps to pull you in further. You try to call out but there was no response to your calls, only another, hungrier and greedier swallow.

It only took a few more swallows before you were shoved unceremoniously into your boyfriend’s stomach. The space was tight and forced you to curl up on yourself. There was a low groan from the organ around you and a loud sigh from your boyfriend. You could hear him start to snore again, completely asleep and unaware of your situation. You squirm and struggle against his stomach, shouting and trying to get his attention or wake him up at least but to no avail. It doesn’t stop you, however, from continuing to try as the stomach walls start to knead around you, followed by another set of low groans and gurgles.

Over the sound of his stomach, coming to life with live food within, your cries could not be heard. All your movement did was wrestle out a loud burp in his sleep, the expelling of air constricting your space even more. Your boyfriend stirred a bit at the burp forcing itself out of his throat but not fully. Instead, he just grumbled and rolled over on the bed, laying more on his stomach now, squeezing you further. Unconsciously, he rubbed a hand over his stomach, sighing happily. His stomach gurgled under his hand and all the compression made it impossible now for you to even move.

You could hear him fall back asleep, mumbling incomprehensible words in his sleep. All the while, his stomach was coming more to life, kneading and grinding into you full force, digestive fluid seeping from the walls as it prepared to break down the meal within. Unable to do anything now but wait, all you can do is hope he wakes up before it’s too late.

[teal-fiend]

preds with instincts that override their conscious brain:

Preds that lose any self control when hungry

Preds who feel hazy after eating, meaning they won't be able to let you out

Preds who are triggered by the scent of their favourite prey

Preds who will immediately start swallowing you if you put your hands in their mouth

preds who cant control their digestion

Preds who will chase you if you start running

[ltsmoving]

a kind of continuation of the lab post? mayhaps a lab assistant was getting revenge for their co-workers, or maybe it was just a hungry pred seeing another meal.

shrugs, i've just been in a massive prey mood recently i need to be dinner NOW.

[chip-ism]

when a lot of people think about nagas, they think about adding to their tail, which makes sense. But I really wanted to draw a chubby woman. So I did.

She probably won't be an OC. I just wanted to draw a snake woman to practice with tail bulges an junk.

She thanks you for the meal (and for upgrading her cup size)

[preyslament]

All I can think about as a prey married to a pred is the idea of him swallowing down another woman on his way home from work💗💖he comes in hugs and kisses me asking about my day, meanwhile his feisty meal inside tries to kick me from her fleshy tomb begging and screaming for my help... Only for me to rub his stomach and ask him how much food he wants on his plate

[bramble-mouse]

The day is blustery, and you sit upon your giant friend's lap. They have a crocheted blanket in rainbow colours spread over thier legs, and they relax into thier recliner. From your vantage point, you can see how the rain batters the window pane, hear how the wind lashes the trees outside. There is a documentary on the television, the volume turned down quiet.

You shiver a little and trudge across the blanket towards your huge friend's belly and huddle against the warmth. You can hear the tea they are drinking quietly bubbling inside. You think of how warm it would be in there presently.

"You've got that look again."

Your giant friend remarks as thier hand gently rests at your back.

"There's quite a bit of tea in there. Are you sure?"

You smile and hug your friend's middle.

"I don't mind."

Your friend lets out a little amused huff before they gather you carefully in thier hands and hoist you up in front of thier mouth.

"Well, since you don't mind..."

They grin and drop you into thier half full tea cup. You let out a squeak, but devolve into laughter.

Your friend's smile sits high above like an afternoon sun and playfully splash tea at them.

"Bottoms up."

They wink at you and take a sip of tea. You follow the flow of milky sweet liquid into thier mouth and promptly vanish with a gulp.

You squeeze, the tea rushing around you, down your friend's throat and you rapidly arrive with a splash and a loud grumble into the sloshing depths of a tea filled belly. The liquid comes up to your chest at its deepest point, so you swim to rest against a wrinkly, warm stomach wall. You sit in the dark for a moment and listen as your friend's belly churns the tea, digesting it slowly while you remain entirely unharmed. The frothy, deep gurgles, the steady thudding of a heart- you get lost in the warm, humid internals of your kind friend.

"Doing alright in there?"

Your friend's muffled voice inquires. You give the belly flesh behind you a good couple firm pushes, an indication you are quite well.

You hear them sigh and feel the press of thier hand as they rub thier stomach.

"Lemme know when you want out, alright? Though I will be evicting you anyways before dinner. Not keeping you in there with all that mess."

They chuckle.

You close your eyes and relax, letting the heat seep into your bones. There is no place safer in the world than here to you.

[wutwutno1]

A remake of Thad x V, now featuring Lizzy!

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[sneakyevillurker]

Implied fatal digestion here, so if that's not your thing, this is your warning!

I've always really loved the idea of vore being a *somewhat* common occurrence in everyday life. Imagine just being on the phone with your friend or significant one moment, just catching up with each other, before a sudden yell cuts them off, followed by them dropping the phone. You would wonder what was happening as you begin calling out their name, only to be greeted by the sound of swallowing coming from the other end. Wet slurping, monstrous gulps, and muffled yelling would quickly clue you into the fact that whoever you were talking to was on their way to getting turned into someone's midway snack. Unable to do anything else, you'd yell for whoever was making a meal of your friend/significant other to spit them out, to little avail. The sound of a rumbling belch, followed by a satisfied sigh would soon come through your phones speaker, tellinv you all that you needed to know as a new voice appeared over the phone, uttering a quick "Excuse me!" Before hanging up the call. You'd be left stunned as you realize you're unable to do anything to help your friend from their gurgly demise, only getting shaken out of your shock by a notification on your phone, a text from your friend that was just eaten. A picture of a figure curled up inside someone's stomach would greet you, a face pressed against the flesh in a silent scream as another message would appear.

"Sorry about your friend, they looked REALLY tasty, and they were! Hope they don't make me too fat lol"

You'd try to send a message, a plea to let them out, only to be greeted by a user is unavailable message. It seems like that's the last you'll ever see of them....

[teal-fiend]

pred acting clueless around observers

they eat up prey, then lounge around on a sofa, stretching out so that the base of their round belly peeks out from under their shirt.

when the observer arrives, the pred ignores them mostly, maybe saying 'hey' but nothing much else.

they notice the observer noticing them, though. the observer, trying to hide their surprise and interest. probably wondering how long the pred has been lying there, digesting, or who it was being digested

the pred rolls over, and their stomach burbles and groans, as the inner contents settled back in.

the observer can't pretend to ignore it any longer, and says, unsuspiciously, "what do you have there?"

"What?" the pred says, aloof.

the observer sneaks over, but brave enough to get closer, something most people wouldn't do.

"it looks like you've had a good meal recently"

the observer poked the stomach, and the pred complained on it's behalf.

the belly was very warm, over-worked by digestion, the observer could tell even with just tapping it with a couple of fingers.

"Yes, I've eaten not long ago. It's taxing, my stomach gets ahead of itself, demanding for prey that is too large or," their gut rumbled thickly, causing the pred to pause, "...rich, and, it takes so long to digest. It's exhausting, it makes me feeble."

The observer listens to the pred complain, sympathetic although they couldn't relate. If anything, they were more likely to be in the prey's position. Under the pred's stretched skin, making the pred groan and bemoan about how tiring it is to digest them.

But despite all that, the observer still wanted the pred to be comfortable, and to have an easy digestion.

They looked down at the fatigued pred and their plush, contented belly.

"It looks like you could use a belly rub - to help with your digestion."

"I suppose so..."

This might have been the pred's plan all along. Maybe getting the prey itself was less important than getting a massage from the observer, who was so intent to get their hands on a prey-filled stomach