#protective pred

[lesbianoms]

Vore Teasing in Public

When the prey is un-nommed:

“What’s the matter, sweetie? Is it too loud here? Do you need some tummy time?”

“How do you think all these people would react if I just ate you up right here? Do you think anyone would try to save you? Huh?”

“I can see it on your face, my love… you want to be inside this belly instead of at this event…”

“That waiter was being awfully flirtatious. Maybe I ought to swallow you whole when he brings the check around… just to show him who you belong to…”

“My sweet treat, my precious prey~ of course I want to flaunt my pretty catch to everyone… think of all the jealous looks we’ll get, with you squirming around in my belly~”

When the prey has been nommed:

“You feel so good in there, sweets… *hic* get comfy and I’ll walk us both home…”

“Mm, there goes this outfit. *grgl* What’s that? Oh, yes, people are definitely staring~”

“We’re at the grocery store now. Do you want anything? I’ll gulp it right down for you, don’t worry…”

“Shhh, shhh… it’s okay, nobody can see you now, no one can judge…”

“Would you be embarrassed if I let out a big belch right now? *ggrn…* But I love you, darling, and I want to show everyone what you do to me~”

When the surrounding people are being nosy:

“What are you looking at, huh punk? My eyes are up here.”

“You wanna feel? They’re kicking <3”

“Touch my belly again and you’ll be dinner. What, you think I’m bluffing? I can spit them out unharmed and snap you up in the same breath.”

“Yes, I’d like another order of that. I’m eating for two…”

“Oh God, another concerned citizen? Don’t worry, they’re fine. Calm down. …What? They’re making those noises because they like it in there~”

[maw-and-pawp]

MINORS/AGELESS DNI

You should know that I am a very cozy place to be. I'm like if a hammoc was a warm bathtub with built-in massage therapy and ASMR. The perfect place to drift away into nothingness.

Feeling less like I want to dominate my meal and more like I want to be my meal's temple, bed, and home today. You can stay as long you like - a few minutes to forever - and I will be right here for every heartbeat. 💚

[softsnugglystomach]

Finished the second part of my PJO vore fic

It’s Hestia-centric and focuses on how her childhood affected her, with a main focus on how (in this AU) she began to associate being eaten with being protected, and how that carries over into her relationship with her family, especially since she’s the oldest child and feels responsible for her family.

[stormtheskyelf2]

so we know about nervous prey, we know about nervous preds... what about BOTH being nervous. would it just be full of apologies? would noms even happen?

HOW TO ENACT A VORE SESH WHEN BOTH PARTIES HAVE THE 'NERVOUS NOMMER' TRAIT: (An excerpt from Tummy Troubles Guide, a book I have definitely started writing)

(jk I just like treating this like it's DND)

Contains: Vore, Advice

The funny thing is I was actually doing an rp on character. ai with something like this with my Mercury - Vore bot

It would be something like, or at least from my experience, a really protective pred and a really hesitant prey. I like to say there's something like a 'vore drive' similar to a 'sex drive', except it's nonsexual and more so how strong the instinct is to be eaten and stored/eat and store.

If your prey has a very high vore drive, then it's them wanting to be eaten, knowing the pred won't hurt them, but at the same time having that lingering anxiety of "what if "-----"".

If your prey has a low vore drive, it might be them needing to hide or just seeking comfort in a tummy, but being scared that the Pred will suddenly snap them in half or digest them, which is often a trait of a new prey/pred duo and it's best to hold the prey in your mouth for a while and let them adjust, or even letting them try to nudge themselves down your throat (only if you have the "no gag reflex" trait; otherwise, that might be dangerous and you could choke, or the prey could get stuck.)

I find that prey often have a higher vore drive towards trusted individuals (knowing that it is much safer with them than say, the random stranger you hid in last week.)

Now onto preds!

Preds with low vore drives are uncommon but possible, especially (as I said before) if they have a new prey, or if they are new to vore as a whole.

Nervous preds with a high vore drive tend to have the "protective pred" trait alongside the "nervous nommer" trait, although sometimes there is no "nervous nommer" trait at all and they are 'misdiagnosed' as protective.

High vore drive + nervous preds will let the prey enter into their stomach (or stomachs), but will ask things like "I didn't squeeze you too tight, right?" or "Is it too warm in there?" or the like. If the prey has fallen asleep inside the pred, they often stop moving around and stay quiet as to not wake the prey. (However, many tend to sit on the couch for the entirety of the vore session in fear that if they move, they will disturb the prey, awake or not.)

Low vore drive + nervous preds often are paired with a low vore drive + nervous prey, as they often come together because the prey needed someone safe (i.e. a protector from bullies) and the pred stepped forward to fill that role without being asked, and then the vore drive on both grows stronger.

Nervous preds with low vore drives will often have high scores in the "nervous nommer" category, not only having the trait perhaps even with the "physical protector" trait, with them seeing vore as a way to keep their prey safe rather than "I want to hold them close". It is not uncommon for this category to have the "protective pred" trait as well, but it's not seen a lot unless the nervous pred has a rising vore drive.

Thank you for reading all this and thank you for asking, I enjoyed writing this and I enjoy knowing that people actually see me as someone to ask these sort of questions <3

[stickmanvoreblog]

Therapy vore headcanons? It is my favorite and most comforting type of vore.

Alrighty, I'll do my best.

Also this is going to be a list of different characters because my mind is always all over the place.

When someone is like stressed out or like tired i would love to think fusakin would be kind enough to tuck them in inside his belly.(headpats and rubs included)

Fusakin-san is always there if you need to like vent about something or rant about something bad happening to you. Overall he's just a sweet guy.

Same goes to Bachikin who will hide you from the outside world if needed.

And don't get me started with Jeraldy, OH MY GOD! If he realizes that you have the same trauma as he has, he would immediately be overprotective of you. That includes noms outta nowhere, Jeraldy following you like a baby duck(secretly), and immediately snapping out a person who happens to accidentally trigger your PTSD. like seriously, he would hide you from anything that would scare you (Like loud noises, anything related to the Gapanese Genocide, and Sigkin, *especially* Sigkin.)

Well that's all I have for you. I hope you like it.

[thechrispyboi]

By the way, I was that so called “monster” under your bed

I didn’t mean any harm, I just ate anyone that wanted to hurt you… plus a couple nightmares of yours

To be honest when I saw you staying up far longer than you should have I really wanted to crawl out and swallow you whole, but I just didn’t have the confidence

[suzyandthefox]

Hear me out

Armored preds

Masked preds

Knight preds

Hero preds

So much freaking potential

Knight in shining armour trope? Bodyguard trope? Mysterious hero trope?!

Preds that only give you a glimpse of their face/mouth when they're about to devour you

Maybe you can only see their eyes before that, and you focus on them, they give you the sweetest look possible before taking you in

Or them taking off their mask, giving you trust to keep their identity safe as you trust them as well.

Just preds who have a very unapproachable appearance (Intimidating,Rough,Scary, etc...)

But also has the softest tummies ever

Idk man

Shout-out to @opikarts

Their Oc "Knight" inspired me to write this post.

[lesbianoms]

A wlw pred/prey couple who are just extremely soft and trusting with each other and who are both working through different issues related to their nature.

The prey has trauma about being eaten. She’s had bad experiences with a lot of preds she’s encountered— they treat her like a piece of meat and take delight in her suffering, and they seem all too eager to push her past the breaking point. She’s narrowly escaped being digested and she still has graphic, gorey nightmares about dying alone in some random pred’s stomach. Some days she doesn’t see herself as human.

The pred is terrified of losing control and hurting someone. There’s never been any reason for her to believe she would ever do so, but she’s heard the stories. She’s seen others like her fall down that dark isolating path, where the animal madness grips their minds and the hunger pangs completely destroy any prior regard they may have had for their loved ones, for human life itself. She’s worried that one day she’ll wake up and there will be a monster staring back at her in the mirror.

Vore doesn’t come as casual to them as other prey/pred couples. They actually barely engage in it at all; outsiders may see this as “weird” or “unnatural,” but honestly they all just need to mind their own damn business.

Instead of eating each other, the two of them just cuddle up under a blanket and forget the rest of the world together. As strange as it is, the prey actually enjoys listening to her pred's stomach gurgles... it might be because they're the first digestive sounds she's heard where she knows she's actually safe while listening to them. Her life is not in danger. Her life actually... really matters to this pred.

And the pred loves having a prey who trusts her so completely, enough to snuggle against her warm body and listen to how her body breaks down regular food. She may worry sometimes, but in those moments of despair her prey is her anchor, her tether back to reality. It's grounding, comforting.

They have nothing to be ashamed of.

[sillyromance]

A prey who lost their senses after a serious injury, then woke up in a tight, warm, wet pouch they soon recognized as a stomach.

At first, this idea shakes them to the very core; the prey begins to panic, frantically pawing slippery walls pulsing around them. Dread overcomes the poor being. What if someone of their enemies took advantage of their state and decided to kill them in such a twisted way? What if it is some kind of a huge carnivorous animal?.. The worst thing is the darkness; tactile sensations don't help much, ears don't hear anything but gurgles and groans, there are no particular smells. And the itching of the prey's wound paired with constantly moving environment of their cramped prison doesn't help at all.

It's overwhelming, disorientating.

"How will I get out of this!?"

But, fortunately, the prey suddenly remembers about a flashlight on their belt. Frantically, they switch it on...

And the very moment sharp electric light illuminates the chamber, a sigh of relief escapes their pale lips.

Perhaps, it's the color. Or some particular details like scars or the wrinkly pattern. But the prey instantly recognized their friend's stomach inside of which they have already spent so many days and nights. Maybe, they hear their friend's voice, too - it tries to resassure the prey, convince them that it's safe here and everything is under control. Soft muscles contract affectionately around the person as the pred attempts to give their little friend a hug. In return, the latter rubs and fondles the walls they were prepared to tear through just a minute ago, then sinks deeper into the pillowy mass. Adrenaline spike has left them weak and drowsy, so the prey tilts their heavy head on the side and instantly falls asleep, feeling soothing circles drown by the pred on their back...

...Outside, the pred sighed in relief, holding their prey-filled belly with both hands.

Thankfully, it went better than they feared it would.

[nomstellations]

"Haah...you settling in alright, bud?"

His client had just finished filling his stomach, and they were already squirming around in either displeasure or panic. "Easy, easy..." He patted at the squirming bulge in his stomach in an effort to soothe them. "I'm here to keep you safe, remember? You'll be escorted just as I promised, sorry about swallowing you so suddenly like that...but nobody should bother you if you're hidden. Just sit tight and relax, alright bud?"

Although his methods were a little...unorthodox, he enjoyed getting escort jobs. In general he loved working as a sort of bodyguard, protecting people made him feel happy and fulfilled. Though eating his clients wasn't exactly a part of the job...their motto was "Your Shield," and what better way to do that than to shield someone with your whole body? Anything that wanted to hurt them would literally have to go through him, and he wasn't about to make it easy for anyone.

Resting his hand on his stomach, he felt his charge finally start to settle down. Good, now he could start moving. The other good thing about this is that he didn't have to worry about eating on the job like this...though he might take a few breaks along the way. Working on a full stomach did feel pretty nice.

[eluxurex]

I don't know what to say. How to react to your kind actions. I should have dead that night, alone, with nobody to relate to. I should have died a pitiful death, being sold to a predator and ending up as nothing more than a lump of fat on their body; I should have died as nothing more than food. A freaking meal.

But then you came.

Just before I had been sold away to who would have been the highest bidder, you came along with an even higher price. I didn't see this as much, at that time it didn't seem to change the fact that I was still going to die. After the auction, I expected to be chained up once more, just before I would be completely sealed away in someone's gurgling gut.

"No need to chain him up, I'll eat him right here."

My eyes widened. I didn't expect my end to come this quickly. So this is really it then, I thought. There's was no point in running. Predators were much faster than my species. Besides that, you were much taller than any pred I had seen. I didn't need to be a rocket scientist to know that I won't get very far.

You looked me up and down with curious, blue eyes that seemed to be somehow scanning the very essence of my soul. I wasn't really much to look at, just another malnourished young adult who was unlucky enough to be in this place. But apparently, you liked that, as you just kept on such a warm smile that if I were not your prey, I would have seen this as a kind look.

You put your hands under my arms and lifted me. You were surprisingly gentle doing this, but I didn't notice at that time, for I was too busy apologizing to God for all my sins and asking for for forgiveness.

Then you opened your mouth. Sharp, white fangs glimmered in your mouth, reminding me just how much painful it will be if you ever decided to just nibble on me a bit. I did not relish the thought of that.

Strangely, you looked me in the eye just before swallowing me with a pitiful look. I couldn't tell if you were indirectly mocking me or were feeling sorry for me in any way. Not like it mattered.

Then you began to swallow me head-first. I was quickly covered in saliva. Even at the point of death, I was still somewhat marvelled on how someones throat could expand to take so much.

It didn't even take long before all that was left were my legs. You easily slurped this down, completely trapping me in your gut with no chance of escape. I suppose you enjoyed me, because after you belched, which being sounded more like an avalanche from where I was.

I wasn't sure how long I had been in there, but I suspected that by then, you were already at home, ready to relax and finally start digesting me. I didn't try to struggle, no, I wouldn't give you the thrill of that.

"It's okay,[REDACTED], I'm not going to hurt you."

I suddenly felt a small pressure on my head, presumably your hand patting me.I couldn't believe my own ears. I was sure I was going to die.

"H-How do you know my name?" I asked in a small voice, hoping you heard me.

"It's me, [REDACTED]. Surely, you still remember me?"

It took a while to realize, but yes, I did remember you. An old friend. You moved away so many years ago. And I couldn't really keep in touch with you, because didn't want me talking to a predator.

"Dude, it's been so long." You said. "What happened to you?"

I tried to summarize most of the things that had happened since you had gone. I told you about how my parents had gotten divorced, leaving me and my sister with my mother with little money to spare.

Then I told you how my mother had decided to be drinking and going to parties, basically neglecting us. I told you how instead of her allowing to go to highschool, she made a plaything for neighbouring preds.

How almost every day of the week, I had to go some dangerous predator's house and be their meal and they were allowed to try and digest me a bit and hurt me with their tummy acids as long as it didn't kill me.

It didn't take long before I broke down as a weeping mess in your gut, telling everything that had happened, no details spared.

I'm sorry you had to see me end up like this, I really am. Nevertheless, I'm grateful that you were at the right place at the right time to help me.

[softsnugglystomach]

Another fic set in @snexy-the-snail’s PJO AU. This has been mostly completed for like a month now but then I Just Didn’t Write It, so-

-

It was a slow, boring day in Atlantis, and Poseidon had little to do but think. There was just enough activity that needed his attention that he could not leave his palace entirely, but too little to let the time pass at any pace slower than a crawl. He sighed, resting his head on one hand as he sat upon his throne and letting his mind wander as he waited. Percy would be asleep right now, tucked into bed in his room in Sally’s apartment. There were no prophecies for him to worry about, no quests to cause him stress, no monsters to sink their teeth into him, to rip him to shreds-

No. No, Percy was safe, his son was fine.

Unless, some voice in the back of his mind whispered, one of his enemies caught his scent on the wind.

Percy was okay, Percy was fine.

How can you be sure? Whispered the doubt in the back of his mind.

A bitter feeling built in his chest, strangling his lungs and leaving his stomach feeling empty, drowning out all reason until, at last, he caved.

A part of him split off from the body sitting upon his throne, materializing in his son’s room with the sound of a wave sweeping ashore. His son, his precious Percy, laid in his bed, snoring softly as he slept, and Poseidon brushed the hair from his face, a soft smile on his lips.

He picked him up, cradling his boy in his arms, and placed his lower legs inside his mouth, a soft, gentle gulp pulling him deeper into the glowing cavern.

——

The creak of floorboards was the first sign that something was wrong. Sally sat up in her bed, giving up on trying to sleep, and grabbed the knife from her bedside table as she went to check on her son.

As she neared Percy’s room, she heard a strange sound. It took her a moment to realize that it was a swallow, and she froze, the thought of her son being eaten by some monster paralyzing her. But then the anger set in. Who dared try and hurt her son? She clenched her fist tighter around the knife in her hand, ready to rip whoever it was apart, to carve them open and free her son.

The door to his room swung open without even a creak, and there he was, her baby, still asleep even as his head disappeared into the gaping maw surrounding him.

And the person whose gullet bulged around the form stuffed inside-

The person who was eating him-

It was-

“POSEIDON!” She shrieked, cold fury overtaking her as she lunged for him.

—

Poseidon flinched back as he heard his name yelled like a battle cry, barely avoiding the knife as it swung toward his throat. He whipped around to face his attacker, readying a burst of energy that would vaporize almost any monster.

But it was not a monster that he turned to see. Instead, the energy that had built up in his hands flickered and died as he saw Sally, her teeth bared in a snarl, the knife he had gotten her to defend herself held in a white-knuckled grip. She raced toward him again, slashing wildly at the god of the seas as he ducked and dodged, his body warping and twisting to avoid the blade. “Sally, wait, I can explain!” Poseidon curled his arms around his swollen belly in an attempt to keep his son from getting cut by an ill-timed attack.

“What is there to explain? I trusted you, and you turned out to be no better than your father!”

Poseidon flinched back as if he had been struck, his mind flooded with memories of hot and wet and cramped and dark-dark-dark, he couldn’t be like his father, he wouldn’t, he refused to trap his son in a lightless prison! The glow of his mouth intensified, brighter and brighter, he couldn’t leave his son in that suffocating darkness, he refused to, he-

“OW! What the FUCK, why is it so damn bright?”

Both Poseidon and Sally froze, their eyes fixed on his stomach as he realized that he may have made it a bit too bright. Poseidon winced, dimming the glaring light inside of himself before speaking to his son. “I’m sorry, Percy, I didn’t mean to do that, I just- I panicked,” Sally cut him off, her surprise starting to return to burning rage. “What do you mean you ‘didn’t mean to’? You ATE him, you ate our SON, and now you’re sorry for something?”

“He’s safe. I promise you, I would never hurt Percy. He’s safe, I swear on the river Styx that our child is safe.” The anger drained from Sally’s body at the crack of thunder that followed his oath, slowly replaced by confusion and fatigue. Her body sagged with relief, and she almost collapsed onto Percy’s empty bed. “Why?” Poseidon raised an eyebrow at the vague question. “Why did you… eat him? I don’t understand.” Poseidon shrank in on himself, seeming so much smaller than the eight-foot form he had taken.

“Uh, I’m kind of right here? Like, I can hear you two and everything, do I get to be part of the conversation or…?” Percy’s slightly muffled voice came from Poseidon’s middle, making both adults startle a bit as they looked back toward him. “Oh, I… thought you had gone back to sleep for a moment there.” Poseidon mumbled, a bit embarrassed by the whole situation.

“Dad, you just blasted my eyes with the full concentrated power of the sun. I don’t think I can go back to sleep right now. And um, Mom? I’m okay, I promise, Dad’s just keeping me safe.” Poseidon nodded in agreement, glancing over at Sally for a moment before returning his gaze to the form of his precious child, tucked safely within his belly where he could be warm and happy. His hand brushed against his bulging gut, a fond smile on his face. “You didn’t answer my question.” Sally said, looking up at him with confusion. “Why did you eat him?”

“It’s safe.” He tried to explain, not knowing exactly how to convey all the things he wanted to. Sally tilted her head, waiting for him to elaborate. “It’s safe, and he’s with me, warm and comfortable inside my body. Nobody can hurt him without going through me. And I… needed to reassure myself that he was alright.” Poseidon’s eyes avoided hers as he spoke, his body bunching up like some frightened animal trying to brace for a blow.

“Yeah, Dad worries a lot, so this happens pretty often. I sleep much better like this too, there’s less nightmares, I guess because it feels safe? So there’s nothing to worry about, I promise. I’ll be okay, Mom, Dad’s just keeping me safe.”

For a long moment, Sally sat there in silence, as if the whole world had stopped in its tracks. Poseidon fidgeted in place a bit as he watched her, a knot of anxiety bunching up in his chest as he waited for her to move, to react, to say something, anything.

She reached out to place a shaky hand on his belly, resting it atop Percy’s head as if reassuring herself that he was still there. “I… I don’t fully understand it, but if you both are okay, then… then I don’t have to understand.” She looked back to Poseidon again, her face pinched with guilt. “I’m sorry for comparing you to your father, I… I shouldn’t have done that. I know you care, and this… this clearly isn’t like what he did, not really. I just… I think I need a bit to process.”

And with that, she stood and left the room, her hands still shaking slightly as she did.

Poseidon let his focus shift back to his son, still bundled up inside his stomach, seeming to have relaxed a bit since he had woken up. “She… she’s not upset with me, is she?” He asked, his heart still pounding.

“No, Dad, I think she just needs some time to get used to this.” Percy chuckled, reaching out to knead at the soft walls around him in hopes of alleviating some of the tension that had left the whole stomach feeling stiff around him.

A small smile softened the worried pinch of Poseidon’s face as he realized what his son was doing, and he let himself curl up on the bed, his muscles beginning to relax as he let his eyes slip shut. His son was with him, safe and warm and happy, and with that knowledge, he allowed himself to bask in the feeling of content that came with having a bellyful of his precious child. In only a few minutes, he had started to snore, his arms curled loosely around his stuffed gut as he and Percy slept.

—

Percy, waking up bc it’s bright as hell: Who tf tuRNED ON THE SUN-

Poseidon: Oh shit my bad-

[spookyscarycreepydollgirl]

Warning: The following snippet contains; Minor mentions of blood and gore, some body horror, lots of arachnophobia triggers. Size difference. A shady fae creature on their best behaviour. Unspecified bargains with said shady fae creature. Some very dead monsters.

The face was familiar, though the size of it was not, nor was the number of eyes, the chelicerae protruding from his jawline, the sharpness of his canines or the number of arms. Speaking of his arms and indeed his limbs in general not only were they larger but proportionately they had elongated to the border of grotesque but merely the border as if Bastion were fighting to maintain some semblance of the illusion of humanity in her presence. That illusion was already well and truly lost, because the being before her was not merely huge and grotesquely proportioned but it’s movements were more like a spider than a man.

“Do not run Ida.” The creature cautioned, in that all too familiar, ever gentle voice, albeit this time with the disturbing addition of distorted reverberations, as though the same voice were overlapping with itself, just slightly out of sync and speaking at both higher and lower frequencies at intervals.

“If you run, I will most definitely chase you and I fear even with our agreement, I will not be able to control myself”

“Are you going to eat me Bastion?” She asked carefully, after all, when dealing with inhumanity, it never hurt to clarify, for all she knew he was simply warning her away from a more painful death, not warning her away from the prospect of death in its entirety, in which case, she was in fact going to have to run.

He laughed and despite the distortion there was something quite deprecating about it. “As much as I would love to, in this particular instance I am in fact trying to behave myself, come here Ida.”

Naturally she stayed where she was. He huffed at her. “Yes I realise it seems counterproductive, but please come to me” There was a note of desperation in his voice and after taking the correct amount of time to assess if this was a ploy, Ida took pity on him, moving towards the hulking thing before her, though even she wasn’t quite sure how she managed to cross the distance.

Multiple arms wrapped around her, the embrace was warm and oddly gentle but there was an undercurrent of strength to it and Ida held no illusions about her chances of breaking free should he not want her to. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and sighed. Honestly at this size he was a little heavy but the way he seemed to sag with relief as he held her, made her feel obliged to weather through it with dignity.

“Apologies Ida, I did not think they would be so brazen as to attack you while you were under my protection. It was terribly rude and I am quite upset with them.”

As she patted one of his arms in what she hoped was a comforting gesture. Ida thought about the numerous dead monsters presently leaking blood and viscera onto the forest floor and concluded that The Spider Prince had a remarkable talent for understatement.

[thechrispyboi]

Currently in the mood to shrink a friend down so I can nom them in public, for them to grow back to full size in my belly so I can be nice and full whilst it’s still our little secret, hiding my round belly under a thick hoodie or something

[voraciousvore]

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[lesbianoms]

I’ll take “prey that are still respected and treated like actual people in vore worlds” for $300