#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. 💚

[nightmarevore]

a switch flips in Rowan's head. where he was standing and talking to luke, his expression falters. his eyes are distant as he looks up from his beloved and where they are. when did they get in public? where are they? he knows luke is in front of him. he can see him and smell him. he’s right in front of him. but who are all these people that surround them? the smell is overwhelming. his stomach churns as dread over takes the predator. this isn’t home. this place isn’t safe. luke needs to be inside him. luke is safe inside him. wouldn’t it be easy to swallow him down now and take him some place they can be safe, where rowan can protect him from the pain of the world? from all these strangers who stare at the two like they’re freaks….

“rowan? are you okay?” luke’s voice chimes through rowan’s panic. the predator’s eyes shoot towards his boyfriend. his face flushes, and he grabs luke’s arm tightly. rowan’s stomach growls in quiet desperation to keep its prey safe. “what’s happening, love?”

without much thought, rowan’s mouth opens wide, and all luke sees is the back of rowan’s throat before he’s shoved into the darkness of his maw. he’s desperate, almost as if eating luke is a requirement to staying alive. as if he didn’t have his beloved boyfriend within him, the two of them would cease to be. luke’s left dazed and confused, his body tensing up as rowan stuffs him into his gullet. 

“rowan?!” he calls out, pressing his hands up against his partner. he attempts to push him away. they’re in public, why would he do this now?! his words are left on deaf ears as a loud swallow pulls luke into the predator’s throat. 

loud gasps. a few people in the crowd watch what happens before them. a man, out of nowhere, began swallowing the person next to him. predators exist, it’s not a shock that they have to eat another in order to sate their appetite. in public, in such a crowded space, though? people couldn’t help but look on in some kind of shocked horror.

rowan holds luke in place as aggressive, panicked, and desperate swallows pull his head and body deeper within him. luke hears how fast and panicked the predator’s heart is beating. something is wrong, and it’s too tight for luke to call out to him and ask what’s going on. even if he could, he didn’t think he’s getting an answer. it… feels like a fugue, but something tells him it’s not. he wouldn’t be in such a panic. 

luke’s flavor blesses rowan’s senses. his scent fills his nose as he swallows him down in an act of love and protection. in an act of pure desperation. he thinks he’s hungry, or maybe he isn’t, and this is just what his mind is demanding he do. it’s tight as his cherry slips down further his gullet. his body squeezes him from all sides and holds him in place. each swallow leaves luke more and more immobile. his arms are pressed up against his own body, constricting him. 

love luke. crave luke. devour luke.

protect him from everything and everyone.

another swallow squeezes and massages luke’s being further down, his head forcefully being shoved into his stomach. his middle visibly expands as the shifter begins to be deposited inside. 

“rowan, what’s going on?” luke finally takes a breath and speaks. it’s a relief that it’s easier to speak in his stomach. “what happened?” 

the predator purrs, continuing to swallow his partner down. he lifts him up, one hand reaching for his middle. he feels it grow as more of luke is forced inside. 

right where he’s safe. right where he belongs. right where he needs him.

his stomach expands more and more. luke’s entire being is forced into the chamber, quickly and desperately. he attempts to shift amidst all of this, trying to figure out what to do and how to sit. rowan would never just suddenly eat him in public like this. rowan hates doing any of this in public. something is terribly wrong.

aggressive and hard swallows send luke’s legs down the predator’s throat, his shirt rising over his middle and growing at a fast pace. both of his hands reach down to his middle and hold tightly onto his skin. he needs to feel the weight of luke inside him, whether it’s the shape his stomach takes, the sensation of luke entering him. of the weight inside his expanding middle. his hands hold a tight grip as his fingers sink harshly into his skin. his nails dig into the layers of skin as he attempts to support the weight of his middle. 

one final swallow sends the rest of luke down, and his head remains tilted upwards until he feels the love of his life finally and fully slide down to his center. it’s marked with a rumble and luke’s muffled voice, but he can’t make out the words. even if he wasn’t muffled, would rowan be able to pay attention to what he’s saying in the first place?

rowan’s eyes shoot open. they’re wide yet glossy. rowan himself isn’t all there. he growls, keeping his hands glued to his middle as the scent of every living person that surrounds them fills his nostrils. it’s overwhelming. it makes him sick.

people are staring. they look on to the predator, some in horror. some people back away. rowan begins to walk, forcing his way through the crowd. a woman, someone he doesn’t know, someone so unfamiliar to him he doesn’t know her name, gets TOO close to him. too close to his middle. his stomach. his luke. his world, his everything. 

the pressure of his hands sink deeper into his belly as the low growl in the bottom of rowan’s throat turns into a snarl, and sharp teeth snap at the strange woman. she sees a monster who swallowed a man whole not just a moment before, and the predator wants to keep it that way. she screams, fearful that this man was going to bite her and strike her down. drool drips from his lips as the rage in his eyes burn deep like a fire. 

“rowan! what the hell is going on?” luke calls out. 

rowan can't hear him. he squeezes his middle with teeth out for the world to see. nobody will hurt him, or his cherry. 

[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

[cerberusthenking3]

An Angelic Devil

For some context,an Akhekh is an Egyptian dragon that has a vaguely angelic appearance but is actually associated with the God of chaos. Set.Warning,this story contains soft vore,possessive,cruel pred(Not to prey),fearplay,intimidating pred,darker themes,feral pred,child prey,brutal death(Side character),fear of death and digestion(Doesn't happen),Strong language

Eris POV.

My talons carve into the tough sand as I walk through the scorching desert.Usually I'd just fly but today I decided to take a walk and the the warm sunlight fall over my wings.I sigh contemp to just walk around all day when something smacks into my side and I snap down to tear whatever moron that hit me a new hole and see a small child reorienting itself.I glare at it but decide to be very gracious because I'm having a good day and don't attack it.I prepare to just leave when I notice the child is still on the ground staring on my direction.I huff and mutter"Whats this thing looking at?"When it flinches,what scared it right when I spoke?Humans shouldn't be able to-Wait, it touched me. How in Lord Set's name did this bag of flesh and bones touch me?It begins slowly crawling back, and I step towards it and say, "Hey,how do you see me,let alone touch me"It begins shaking and says"I-I don't mean to anger you l-lord Akhekh,I was just trying to ge-"I cut it off and say"And what of my question?"She stops and says,"I-i'm linked to l-lord S-S-Set,so I'm part of his d-domain and thus can touch and see his allies and c-creatures."So she's one of Set's human followers,that check out because unlike most human children I've seen she's not wearing an Ankh but instead an amulet representing the Set beast.I lean forwards and rest on my front paw while laying my stomach on the ground.She begins backing up again and say"S-so,may I l-leave now,Lord Akhekh"I shake my head and say"No but you may lay down on my stomach"She flinches but complies and lays down on my feathered stomach.Her golden eyes flicker up me and look over my body and she says"Y- nevermind"I look at her,now a little curious about what she was gonna say and state"Continue,human unless it's an insult,then rethink and shut up"She soft says"Y-your very pretty"A soft click leaves my throat as I look at her and a small bit of warmth spreads in my chest,this human is..........not intolerable to be near.I let the human snuggle with me as I chat with her about the weather,human culture(Which I will admit was a bit more I interesting than I thought it would be),and even a bit about herself.Which she shockingly didn't say much about even though humans are usually prideful about themselves but she said the bare minimum,her name(Dahia,ironic I know),age(13),and why she's out here which I get vague idea of her being chased by something or someone but she refused to elaborate(Despite multiple attempts for more information)even though she has been more relaxed since I let her lay on me.While we are laying there I hear a man yell"THE WITCH,KILL HER"I snap up see a group of soldiers wielding spears and swords.Dahia shoots up and mutters"Sorry,Lord Eris,I gotta go"She begins running when my tail shoots out and wraps around her before I pull her back and allow the mortals eyes to see me.One of them shouts"A dragon,let's just leave,it'll finish the witch"I stand up and shake the sand off my feathers before saying"Did I say you could leave,little Dahia"Before stretching my wings out and rushing towards them.I leap towards the apparent leader and lash out with my claws,landing behind him and flick my talons off with the deep red substance painting the sand infront of me.I turn towards the others who look between me and their leader before I stand up and flick my tail as the man is cleaved apart behind me,a gleam shines in my eye as I turn back towards the other's.

Eris POV.

I turn my head up to the last of the humans while rolling the previous soldiers' head along the ground.I flick it to him as the man levels his spear at me,I give a small roll of my eyes and say"You humans are ridiculous,just run,I might not chase you"With a small chuckle when suddenly his spear flashes with light as a giant bird-headed man appears behind him and I leap back on guard while the man given strength by Horus charges me but before he can even get near me a bolt of flame hits him and and overtakes him with the black fire,I turn over and see Dahia cradling her now burned hand.I sprint over to her and stop infront of her before looking at her hand and saying"Oh,they meant literally,that's pretty cool"She looks up and asks softly"Are you hurt,do you need any healing,you're covered in blood,how much is yours,are you okay,I'm so sorry"in an apologetic manner.I smirk and mutter"Im fine,you think those morons could actually hurt me,you should heal yourself"She looks down and says"I actually can't heal myself"I snicker and she glares at me and say"Please don't laugh at me,Lord Eris"I give a smile and say"Oh alright,but I guess I should help you out"My tail shoots out and wraps around her middle before pulling her up to my beak and opening up when she suddenly jerks back and I stop for a second,giving her a confused glance,then continue.My tongue flicks over her face while murring from her delicious taste,she really lives up to her name as a delicious snack.As I begin licking her all over and sending her down into my crop.But when she gets about 80 percent of the way there she begins freaking out and screaming.I almost cough her up but force myself to keep swallowing the struggling mass.I begjn coughing when she gets all the way down and angrily glare at my chest before yelling"WHAT THE FUCK,YOU ALMOST CHOKED ME DAHIA"She yells back"PLEASE,SPIT ME OUT,I DONT WANT TO DIE ERIS,PLEASE"I shake my head a bit and say"Why?You aren't gonna die,you're just in my.......wait do human have a crop?"She fearfully mutters back,"W-whats a crop."I freeze and say,"Oh,wait,um,I'm sorry,I didn't know, but just know you're safe,it's for storing food,you're not gonna die I swear"She slowly stops moving and says"O-okay"In a suspicious but trusting tone.She snuggles into my stomach wall and I softly squeeze the paunch around her in a hugging way while I slowly lay down and begin curling around my chest when I here a pained groan.I snap up and and look around until I see the human who was burned trying to crawl away so I sigh longingly before standing up and approaching the man.He begins groaning and mumbling"Wait,please no,I swear I'll lea-"I slam my front talons into his arm as he shrieks in pain and I grin before saying"Oh dear,human it seems you have overestimated my kindness,you're not making it out of here,and you are never seeing you're family again"I begin going for his arm as I feel multiple quick twitches in my crop as I hear her mumbling something in her sleep as my face softens and I stand back.I look down at the human and step on his spear,snapping it in half before stepping back and notice how the fire only hit his arms so it wouldn't kill him.I squeeze my crop again before growling"Feel lucky,Dahia spared you but if you ever approach me or her again,I'll cleave you're head off you're shoulders,understand?"He nods quickly as I back up and turn around."Now leave. "Before hiding myself from mortal sight and opening my wings.They flick down and push me off the ground as I take off and soar through the open air.

Eris POV.

It takes no more than five minutes to land back at the village I've taken over and see the villagers quickly running back to their cages, which they've picked the locks of, but no matter,I begin hacking up my little friend and land just as she is pushed into my talons.I turn to the cages and say"I saw you,might as well come over"Some of them come over with their heads down but before they reach me I feel Dahia moving in my talons as she says"Eris,am I still allowed to sleep?"In a gentle and tired voice.I stop glaring at them and look down at my human, seeing her looking up at me with an exhausted look.I nod and gently say,"Of course,little Dahia"She smiles and snuggles up to my chest as I look up and see the other humans around me as one loudly says"What ca-"I shoot him a glare and flex my claws before lifting one up to my lips and whispering"Shush,mortal"His face pails and he quietly says"S-sorry M'lord"I lay her down and whisper"Get one of the houses ready for my new pet and she'll have her pick of servants when she wakes up"They scramble over eachother towards the villages main building.I lift her up and lick her face again before opening my mouth and placing her on my tongue.She tiredly shoves her hand into my face and soft says"Can you just let me sleep"I softly state"Sorry,little one"My tongue quickly lathers her as I swiftly swallow her down and let out a small sigh and rub my chest as I let her curl up into my crop before curling my entire body around my chest and begin purring before getting an idea and turning towards the nearest human and roll onto my back and motion her over,I quietly say"Mortal,you know how to give what you creature call belly rubs,correct?"She nods, so I motion her to my stomach and mutter."Be quiet, and if you try anything,I'll rip your arms off,understand?"She shakily nods and begins rubbing my stomach as I squeeze my crop around little Dahia to make sure she's still okay but not enough to wake her up as the human rubs my stomach up and down.This human has somehow convinced me to protect her and I'm all for it but I hope she'll understand that I won't hurt her after I give her a nice home to stay it.And give me a chance to show her what I can do for her so she decides to stay

[gt-preys]

Determined little borrower

Siren!Billy, borrower!Reader

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An aquarium is an odd place to find a borrower, (Y/N) knows that. It was just supposed to be a quick place to rest between moving from one house to the next. But he quickly found that he liked wandering around the tanks at night, illuminated by the soft blue glow from the lights through the water. He had no problems finding scraps left over in the cafeteria and he had so much space to move and explore.

So it just made sense that the little borrower would stay there and settle down.

Not much had changed in the aquarium since they had made their home in the walls and they were content with that.

However things change one day as they watch the aquarium staff pull in a new tank, wheeling the massive glass box into the empty quarantine room. Possibly a new species of fish? Now that was exciting.

The staff aren't talking, in fact they only gesture to each other and the tank. Communicating through movements alone. How odd, they had never done that before with any other shipments. It's then that he notices the headphones they're all wearing, ear protection they had heard a staff member call it in the cupboard they were rooting around in last week.

Specialized headgear.

This is what they had needed it for? Rolling in a new tank. How odd.

For now though they ignore the humans, making their way through the vents to the cafeteria. The aquarium will be empty of staff soon and then they can head back to explore the mysterious new tank.

When they make their way back to the quarantine room (Y/N) takes the hallways instead, the place is completely empty now and he enjoys seeing the exhibits as he passes. So many colourful creatures, so graceful and completely at home in their elements. They fascinate the borrower.

It's not long before they're standing outside of the quarantine room. The door is most likely locked but (Y/N) isn't worried about that, afterall he's small enough to squeeze under the gap in the door. (Y/N) had always thought the doors were stupid, they looked as if they had been cut a little bit too small but the same doors were scattered throughout the entire facility so they just chalked it up to a weird design choice.

They can't really complain though, it makes getting around far easier for the tiny.

Unlike the exhibits which are still lit up at night, this room is almost completely dark, the light in the room is dimmed almost all the way down. The water in the tank appears almost a deep inky black. It's clear they won't be able to see the fish from where they stand down here.

Eyeing the metal ladder bolted to the tanks side they grin, always up for a new challenge. It's easy enough. They use their grappling hook to skip a couple of the steps at a time and though it's an exhausting climb they feel proud once they reach the top. Afterall he was built for this kind of thing.

Reaching the top they find a metal platform stretching out across the top of the tank just barely above the water, they've seen this kind of structure before on other tanks in the aquarium. It's a feeding platform.

They step out onto the platform, wandering over to the edge so they can peer into the murky water below. Maybe the fish will surface for breath, then they could see it? Scanning the water though they can't see anything. Was the tank empty? Were they getting the tank set up for a new fish to be put into? Maybe one of the exhibit fish was ill and this tank is for them.

Rippling water catches their eyes and they look up only for their heart to sink into their stomach. A large claw webbed hand is reaching up out of the water towards them. They yell out as it pins them to the metal grating, their struggles are useless against the powerful appendage.

Looking past the hand and towards the water they freeze watching a blonde head of hair rise up ominously from the black water, a pair of icy blue eyes pierce their wriggling form. He pulls himself further out of the water to peer down at them with a blank expression, seemingly trying to comprehend what he's seeing. Then a slow smirk makes its way onto his lips, revealing the sharp predatory teeth hidden behind them. "Well look at that, I didn't even need to lure you to me" the creature's voice is rough and deep, sounding as if he hadn't used his voice for a while.

With his hand still pinning them beneath it, he moves the index finger beside their head to lightly trail his claw down their cheek. "You came to me willingly" they watch his eyes light up with malice at the notion. "You look human..." he hums, leaning down, those bright eyes never leaving theirs "I wonder if you taste just as good" there's no doubt in their mind that he can feel their tiny heartbeat racing beneath his palm. They can only stare on in horror as his tongue slips out from between his lips and they squirm harder as he leans in closer.

Panicking and not wanting to be food, they make a life or death decision and twist to sink their teeth as deep as they can into the tan skin on the finger lingering on his cheek. The giant grunts at the sudden shock of pain through his hand, releasing the borrower for a moment to inspect his finger, but that's all the time they need.

He sprints across the platform, losing his balance slightly when the metal beneath his feet suddenly shakes, the creature hissed angrily for them to "get back here!" Making it to the safety of the ladder (Y/N) risks a look back to find the man halfway out of the water, tail slapping the inky black surface.

A siren.

They captured a fucking siren.

Humans are so dumb the borrower laments as they hurry to make their way down the ladder, hopping down the rungs as quickly as they can manage without the risk of falling.

It's only when they're back in the safety of their home, hidden deep within the walls, that they realise how lucky they are that he didn't start singing. If he had it would've been all over, they wouldn't have stood a chance.

The following week the borrower keeps careful watch from afar, staying out of the siren's sight. They don't dare try to approach the tank after the last incident. He watches from the vents as workers climb the ladder, they always have their noise canceling headphones on. It's mandatory. The workers never step foot on the platform, it's not a risk they're willing to take, they just dump a bucket of fish over the side and leave immediately after.

They give the siren no social interaction whatsoever.

(Y/N) fashions his own crude noise canceling headphones. Stealing bits from the humans gear to help construct them. He tests them out within the safety of the walls and to his suprise they work. He doesn't know why he makes them.

He shouldn't go back to the tank, that's a deathwish. He knows that, but curiosity still nags at him.

Somehow they find themself once again scaling the ladder to the feeding platform. (Y/N) stays near the ladder in case he needs to make a quick escape, crossing his fingers that the homemade ear protection he wears will keep him safe from the beast lurking beneath.

As expected the siren doesn't take long to show his face, his head rising from the water with predatory menace. He opens his mouth, presumably to sing but they can't hear him. They watch his face twist with confusion and frustration when they don't respond to his call. (Y/N) simply smiles and pulls a grape from their bag, rolling it across the grating towards the siren. Picking it up he eyes the fruit and then the borrower, perplexed. But (Y/N) just sits down to nibble on his own pre portioned chunk of grape. The siren watches him for a minute or two before popping the grape into his mouth, chewing the fruit up.

It's then that (Y/N) wonders if he's ever had anything other than fish. His reaction to the sweet fruit is subtle but they can tell he's suprised by it, maybe he even enjoyed it.

He finds himself falling into a routine. Once the aquarium has closed for the night he forages for food and takes it back home to be put away, however each time he grabs a piece of fruit along with his usual supplies. The borrower then treks up the ladder to the siren's tank, each time finding that he's already at the surface waiting for them. As if he's begun anticipating their visits.

Each time they find him with his arms crossed on the platform, his chin resting atop them with his eyes closed only for them to snap open when he senses the borrower nearby. The first few visits he had tried and failed to lure them to the water, getting angry and frustrated when they don't comply. However he seems to calm down when they toss him their little fruit offering.

So far grapes were his favourite, they grabbed him them anytime they had the opportunity. After that they'd simply smile and wave, sitting on the grating and offering him silent company. They had even gotten so brave as to walk out onto the platform, albeit staying at the very back against the wall and out of reach.

Sometimes he tries to speak to them only to get frustrated when he remembers that they're wearing head gear. He had gestured for them to remove it several times but (Y/N) isn't going to fall for such tricks.

Today the siren isn't waiting for the little borrower like he usually does. They walk to their usual spot at the back, watching the water but as usual they can't see much further than the surface in the dim room lighting. He waits there, looking for any indication that there's life in the tank but soon grows worried.

Had they moved him to a different tank? Has he been put on display already?

Curious (Y/N) makes his way to the platform's edge, peering down into the water. It's all too familiar when a webbed hand breaks the surface of the inky black depths, pinning the borrower to the platform. It was a trap, he tricked them, he had finally caught them. They wriggle wildly but it does nothing, he's only able to stare up at those familiar icy blue eyes.

The siren traces a claw up the side of their head, another familiar action. He's speaking to them but they can't hear what he's saying nor can they read his lips, (if you bite me again I swear...), the talon traces their ear and suddenly. "There we go '' they can hear, he had removed their ear protection!

(Y/N) winces, screwing his eyes shut and bracing himself. He expects a song, the hot slice of teeth through his flesh or maybe even claws but he gets none of that. When he opens his eyes he finds that the siren is simply staring at him, sharp eyes taking in every little expression and detail. This doesn't go on for long before he removes his hand and swims back a bit from the platform, giving the borrower space.

(Y/N) is confused when they're released, hurriedly scrambling backwards on the metal. Tears fall thick and fast down their cheeks. They were so sure he was going to rip into them.

He eyes them silently, watching them shake and struggle to take deeper breaths. He's unsure of what to do now that they can hear him. "Why come back?" He knows how bad their first impression of him was, so why stay?

(Y/N) is still reeling from the adrenaline rush blinking at the deep sea creature in confusion. "W-what?" He spoke to them, he isn't singing to lire them into the water. He's just staring at them with no discernible expression. "I made my intentions for you clear when we met, but you came back. Why?"

"I'm not sure" they shrug "I've never seen anything like you before, I was... curious" they admit. The siren hums, crossing his arm on the platform and placing his chin on his forearms "I've never seen a human so small..." They swallow, hands on their ears. They can still hear him, a rough voice slightly muffled by the skin of their palms. "I'm...I'm not human" they mumble "I'm a borrower."

The siren nods, eyes brightening with curiosity. "I'm a siren" he gives the information freely. "I...I know" they nod "I've seen drawings."

(Y/N) continues to visit the siren each day, leaving the ear protection off after he had requested they stop. Though they still stay far away from the water's edge. They had finally learnt the siren's name, Billy he had said it was. Billy always seemed fully engaged in their conversations and they very much enjoyed having someone to talk to.

But their fear is still very much alive.

They're visiting him again when it happens. The two are talking, carrying conversation about the borrower's week of hard work. Today's fruit offering was grapes and Billy is in a great mood, it puts (Y/N) into a relaxed state.

However the light mood is broken when the door to Billy's quarantine room is opened. There's a voice and the door pauses a quarter of the way open. Billy quickly realises that there's no way the borrower can get down the ladder or hide on the platform. But they need to disappear quick.

"Get in the water" (Y/N)'s eyes snap to the siren in suprise at his hushed suggestion. They quickly shake their head at the idea, they still don't trust him yet. Instead they eye the platform wildly, looking for a hiding place. "Just get in the water please, you can hide better in here" he pleads but his words fall on deaf ears.

Billy can only plead for so long before deciding to take the little borrower's safety into his own hands.

(Y/N) freezes in place, shocked when he finally hears the siren's song. Completely at Billy's mercy without their ear protection. His heart breaks seeing the helpless look of betrayal on their little face as they begin to walk towards him, unable to stop themself. They stumble to the edge of the feeding platform, those piercing icy blue eyes watching their every step. (Y/N) walks straight off of the gratings edge as they try to get to the song. Dropping into the water, they quickly disappear under the surface. Swimming up they find tha the song is gone and their mind is clear once more. Thank god, the feeling of total helplessness has them shuddering.

Unfortunately for them, one fear is exchanged for another and upon looking up they find Billy watching them closely. They watch him move with dread mounting in their stomach, his hands cut through the water towards them. "No! No please!" They turn in the water, beginning to frantically swim back to the platform even though they know they won't be able to make it to the lip in time.

The surface of the water rocks as Billy moves, his hands cupping beneath them in the waste, pulling their shallow pool back through the water. Looking up (Y/N) can only watch on as a row of sharp white shark teeth pass over them as they're pulled back the siren's awaiting maw.

They yell out, watching the jaws close once they're fully inside. The borrower quickly finds himself pinned to the roof of the creature's mouth as it swallows down the small mouth full of water it had caught alongside the tiny.

Once the mouth is empty however, the borrower is dropped back down and they curl in on themself, sobbing and shaking with fear.

Billy sinks below the tank's surface, watching as a human climbs up the ladder to feed him. As usual they simply dump a bucket of fish over the railings edge, surveying the calm water for a curious moment before quickly leaving.

Billy slowly floats back up to poke his head out of the water and waits to heR the door closing before pushing himself up onto the platform. He leans forwards, parting his lips and teeth to let the tiny slip off of his tongue and onto the metal platform once more.

(Y/N) scrambles backwards, unsure of why they've been released. He can't really blame them, he knows he's just ruined the tiny amount of trust they had in him.

"Y-You used your song on me!" They stammer, eyes wide and chest heaving. "I know, I'm sorry" he apologises but they continue "I thought...I thought we were I don't know-" friends. "This is all just some sick game time you!"

It made sense that the siren would draw this out for so long. It made sense he wanted to play with his food, he gets no outside enrichment or stimulation from the workers. So why wouldn't he entertain himself by befriending and breaking the little borrower who seemed all too trusting.

"It's not a game" he replies "I had to hide you. Humans are cruel, there's no telling what they'd do if they found you" he makes no move to grab them or sing when they edge towards the ladder to leave. He just stares at them with this down trodden look.

They should leave, he's had enough chances.

This 'potential' friendship was not worth their life. "Fuck" they groan walking back to where they had been sat, with a groan they sit down on the grating much to Billy's surprise. "You aren't leaving?" He tilts his head. "No, I probably should but I'm dumb and you look all sad and shit" they huff. This has Billy chuckling and he lays his chin on his arms.

"Thank you for staying" he mumbles offering them a softer look this time and they feel their cheeks warming at the look "yeah, well thanks for not eating me I guess" they shrug and Billy laughs again, getting the corner of their lip to raise slightly at the sound.

To the pairs suprise the incident has them growing even closer than before. (Y/N) doesn't attempt to brave the water again.

Not yet that is.

[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.

[glitchedoutnoms]

Even when she's not small enough to swallow, he can't help but steal a taste. <3

Finally drew these two sillies. The one on the left is Tsubuki (any pronouns, prey) and Caine is on the right. (He/Him, pred)

I'll be drawing some more g/t and half-sized things in the future, but this is the two of them normal sized! Note: This is not NSFW! They are in fact clothed, it's just hard to tell with the perspective ^^'

[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.

[spookyscarycreepydollgirl]

I like to imagine that if someone else other than him tries to endanger Ida. Bastion becomes incandescent with rage. The thing is he’s not normally an angry person, or really that sadistic either, ghoulish and predatory sure, he enjoys hunting and eating. Gets excited at the thought of sinking his fangs into something, enjoys the whole process of devouring people etc and sure people can get really distressed and hurt when he’s hunting them, but it’s not really the goal for him so much as the inevitable consequences of a creepy spider monster being hungry and trying to eat you. He’s not a deliberate tormentor unless torment will get you in his jaws and once you’re his he generally doesn’t try to drag things out unnecessarily. But if someone went after Ida? That would be a different story. He would be very pissed and honestly quite scary. I think he’d have that calm rage that isn’t actually remotely calm but appears that way on the surface. Intellectually he’d probably have some inkling that he was being cruel beyond what was usual for him and that maybe torturing someone who’s already going to be his prey is just pouring salt in the wound, but he’d have such little experience with being angry and scared on someone else’s behalf that I don’t think he’d be able to find the breaks and it would be the person who decided to threaten Ida’s problem.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[teal-fiend]

there's an aesop's fable where a hawk tries to catch pigeons, but repeatedly fails, until he decides to lend the pigeon's his protection from other predators, but in return they must offer one of their own to him to eat every once in a while. as payment for the protection

anyway this but vore and with people. a pred will protect their flock of prey, but in return they will be allowed to have one as a treat.