#rare pred mood also

[tinystarwatch]

Okay listen. Listen. I know I'm never here anymore but, I am having typical winter thoughts as it's getting miserably cold.

Imagine having a sort of dinner party with a bunch of tiny folk of whatever ilk, tons of varied dishes spread out infront of you, and the tinies scattered about ontop of and between it all. Steam rising from hot soup, fresh bread with butter still melting onto the slices, roasted vegetables, herb rich potatoes and so on. Lively, warm conversation filling in the gaps as you shamelessly eat your fill.

Throughout the meal, some mouthfuls contain a portion of small companion. Either having been unwilling to move, or purposely put themselves in line to join the cozy mess in your stomach. It's winter, you need the energy and the company, you don't discriminate. So bit by bit the amount of both meals dwindle, until you're left with an empty arrangement, and contently stuffed belly. All parties pleased with their accommodations.

[writing-ro]

TF Rare Pairing Fest Day 1: Underworld

And I'm back at it with @tfrarepairing 's TF Rare Pairing Fest! And in this past year, I've seen Beast Wars and fell in love with it. This fic might not technically fit the fest's rules, but this idea hit me like a train and I had to write it. Based on the myth of Orpheus & Eurydice, I hope to write a longer, more fleshed out version later on.

Ship: Dinobot/Rattrap

Also on: [AO3] [FFN]

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It was a long shot, but frankly, Rattrap had nothing to lose at this point. 

After the team returned to Cybertron and were properly processed - not praised for dealing with the Preds or punished for losing so many of the crew, which was probably the best outcome they could hope for, since the Council didn’t really believe their story of saving the timeline from being erased - Rattrap tried to go back to his old life. He hopped from mine to mine as a demolitions expert, he hit the bars and the armor-optional clubs, he even started something with a botanist returning from her own exploration mission (a successful one, unlike the Axalon’s), though it didn’t last long. He kept in contact with the rest of the crew - Cheetor back in classes, Primal and Rhinox out on another distant colony, Silverbolt and Blackarachnia doing the newlywed thing. They were all doing well for themselves. 

But no matter what he did, he could not get Dinobot out of his processor. 

He didn’t know why the stinking Pred kept popping into his datatracks, but it seemed no matter how often he shut them down, memories or random thoughts would pop up. 

He’d be making a parts order and start to make a comment about the price of ammonium nitrate, only to realize Dinobot wouldn’t be able to give a snide reply. 

He’d walk through a market and spot a stand selling Earth junk, and wander over to look for any Shakespeare files, then walk away empty handed when he remembered Dinobot wouldn’t be able to read it. 

He’d spend a night with Botanica, smooth curves and many hands and soft nothings, and then dream about sharp claws and pointed teeth and caustic commands. There was a reason their thing didn’t last long. 

He didn’t know why he missed the big lizard. They didn’t even know each other for that long, especially by their race’s standards, and their thing - their relationship, there he admitted it - was even shorter. Then the noble idiot went and got himself killed, saving the future, and there hadn’t even been time for a proper goodbye (not around the others, even if they’d known or guessed) and he was gone. 

Then there had been the core, that shining hope to get him back. And it worked, for a moment, and Rattrap could hold and kiss the mech he loved, even in that weird boney body Megatron had crafted. And then, just as fast, he was gone again, and all Rattrap had was honoring his sacrifices by stopping Megatron. 

Then that was done, and no matter what he did, he couldn’t heal the ache in his spark. 

He never would have hit on this stupid, insane idea if not for a mech he met at a bar. The mech who sat next to him - Mindwipe, he’d called himself - started speaking of auras and seances, and three Mood Whiplashs in, Rattrap agreed to try one, certain nothing would come of it. 

But no, he heard it, felt it, smelt it. Dinobot - the real him, not the two-bit knockoff - was in that room, for that short time. He called him a sentimental fool and Rattrap called him an emotionally constipated lizard, and it was almost like old times. Then the seance ended and he was gone, and Rattrap had to know how to get him back. 

Mindwipe didn’t have a solution in his subspace, but he did share the stories he’d heard. Mechs who wandered down to the core of Cybertron and met with Primus, and if he found their wish true, it would be granted. Old legends, older than the Great War, but it was enough of a scrap to hold onto. 

And so, Rattrap returned to Cybertron. He gathered supplies, and left some messages for the others. If he wasn’t back in a month to cancel them, they’d know where he’d gone and what he’d done. Then he found a closed off passage to the first sublevel of Cybertron, and down he went. 

It was a dangerous journey, with collapsing caverns, space slugs, mutant cybertronians, and he swore he hadn’t had this many near-death experiences even on Earth. He was filthy, hungry after losing half his supplies to a stampede of slugs, and almost losing hope, when he literally fell into what he was looking for. 

The wall he had leaned against for a rest collapsed, and the sudden brightness as he tumbled out blinded him for a few minutes. Once he finally cleared his vision, however, he just knew he was in the right place. 

The walls were brightly lit, almost gleaming silver, and ahead was a door, twice the size of an Autobot, making Rattrap feel simply miniscule. Etchings covered it, most in Old Cybertronian that he had no hope of reading, but also images. An old bot with a long beard, a weird looking key, and in the center, Optimus Prime holding the Matrix of Leadership. 

Newly energized, Rattrap pushed himself to his feet and ran for the doors. He expected needing to pull them open, but once he got within a few feet of them, they opened on their own. He channeled his inner rat and squeezed through as soon as he could get his shoulders through, and found himself staring up at something he had only heard legends of. 

In the silver chamber, Vector Sigma was a bright, gleaming gold, light shining and reflecting off its many facets. The voice of Primus, some said, and the progenitor of all Cybertronian sparks, said others. Right now, it was his ticket to getting Dinobot back. 

He called out for Primus, and got the old bot from the door etching. He asked Rattrap why Dinobot should be brought back, and he poured his spark out. How it wasn’t fair that Dinobot wouldn’t get to enjoy the future he had saved. That there wasn’t a more honorable Maximal or Predacon out there. That Rattrap loved him, and he wouldn’t be leaving without him. 

The old bot turned to Vector Sigma, and had a silent conversation for several minutes, before raising his hands. A purple flash, and a spark hovered in them. He told Rattrap that a path to the surface would be formed for him, and Dinobot’s spark would follow. If Rattrap could reach the surface without looking back, then Dinobot would be restored his frame. If Rattrap looked back, however, Dinobot would remain in the Well of AllSparks. 

Rattrap accepted, changing to beast mode, and taking off like a shot once the doors opened. The hall outside was lit up, a line of blue lights guiding his path upward. He went as fast as he could, and as he went he spoke to Dinobot. Told him about what happened after his death, how they had to save the timestream, Blackarachnia joining the team, the deal with the clone (and several self-aware jokes of Megatron not being able to let Dinobot go). Depth Charge and Tigerhawk, and Megatron becoming a dragon, and the whole deal with the Nemesis. Returning home and trying to move on. 

As he spoke, he almost thought he could hear Dinobot’s commentary, scathing, caustic, sarcastic, but also honest and almost embarrassed at times when Rattrap brought up missing him. But as he got closer to the surface, he started to wonder, and doubt. What if this was just some trick? What if Dinobot’s responses were all in his head, created by a spark full of hope? How did he know…

He slowed to a stop, he couldn’t look over his shoulders in beast mode. He transformed, catching himself on the wall as his low energon levels made themselves known again. He rubbed his head, and started to turn-

You foolish rodent! The exit is just ahead!

Rattrap’s head snapped ahead, and yes, the lights led to an open door, almost shining with light, and he grinned. He tried to run ahead, but stumbled, so he just walked, leaning on the wall the whole way. Impossibly, that last little stretch seemed to take longer than any of the rest of the journey, and when he finally reached the exit, and pushed himself off the jam, he collapsed face-first to the ground. He couldn’t even pick himself up, or push himself onto his arms. 

Luckily, someone else was able to do so, and he looked up into the face he’d been dreaming of. Dinobot had a scowl, but Rattrap knew this one. This was the “you’re an idiot, but your my idiot” scowl. 

“I don’t know whether to call you insane or idiotic.”

Rattrap smiled, and managed to reach a hand into Dinobot’s arm. “How about you just call me yours, and we call it good.”

Dinobot rolled his optics, but his scowl softened to a smile, and when he lifted Rattrap into his arms, he didn’t stop him from pulling him into a kiss. The first kiss of the rest of their lives.

[lesbianoms]

Have any preferences on pred/prey size? Like same size, g/t or the rare smaller pred

Ooh so normally I’m in a same-size mood when I’m thinking about vore. Prey/pred ratio is good for anything, because I like to imagine the gut a certain size no matter how big the prey is (since it’s fantasy and all that!).

But I do have my moments where I get into g/t stuff. I like it if the prey is big enough that the pred still struggles a little swallowing them, big enough that they make a bulge in their throat, big enough to make a bulge in their belly…. Mmm 😋

Sometimes no tum bulge is good too. It gives the impression that you can’t even see what the prey is experiencing down in that slimy, gurgling gut… leaves a looot to the imagination 💕

Also!! Half size vore. Half size vore is really underrated and good. I’m really short and small in real lift so imagining some big woman swallowing me up and hefting me around like a food baby is sooo sexy…. it’s like the best of both worlds

The rare smaller pred isn’t really my thing. I’ve seen some artwork where it can be pretty alluring and hot, but most of the time… eh, no.

I guess my closest vore fantasy relating to “smaller pred” is when some big, intimidating guy goes after a girl who, in theory, should be a lot weaker than him… she’s shorter, skinnier, can’t lift weights to save her life… but all that is obsolete when he disappears down her throat

Never judge a book by its cover, or a pred girl by her fast metabolism!

[new-preddsworld]

Preddsworld headcannons

Edd - 1

It’s cola boy time >:)

Sometimes pred, sometimes prey. Depends on the situation or mood.

Safe vore only.

He's had to nom Tom a few times to keep Tom from injuring himself or others while drunk. Edd claims it was only for safety reasons, but deep down he was enjoying this. He certainly understood why Tord eats Tom so much.

He likes squirming. Not out of fear like Tord, though. It just lets him know the prey is alive. He worries.

And he probably worries too much. Whenever nomming Matt or on the rare occasion Tord, he doesn’t even go to relax first, he immediately makes sure they’re okay and comfortable before doing anything else. Edd stopped fussing over Tom when he told him to shut up after nomming him.

The reason Edd's so afraid of unsafe vore and worries so much is that he once ate Tom without even realising it until he regenerated, pissed off.

Drinkplay? Absolutely. If you’ve been nommed by Edd, you would shortly have some cola joining you.

Sometimes Edd asks Tord to shrink him down so that he can swim in a cup of cola. He usually ends up getting nommed by one of the others, though.

Has absolutely nommed Eduardo more than once.

Has absolutely been nommed by Eduardo more than once.

Edd finds it difficult to sleep with anyone inside him unless it’s Tom, and that’s because Tom will literally punch Edd's stomach to tell him off for worrying about him.

The only times that Edd has slept with someone in his stomach is when Edd has to nom the other three. Probably to force them to get along, but it never works, because then he falls asleep and then Tord takes the chance to nom the other two (or just one of them). Edd gets an A for effort though.

He may purr a little~ 👀

Hates fearplay and foodplay, on both ends. He hates fearplay for obvious reasons, and he hates foodplay because he doesn’t want to accidentally bite down on the person, but also finds the idea of being put into foods gross. He prefers the natural flavour of people anyway.

He claims he doesn’t have a favourite person to nom, but it’s quite obvious that it’s Tom.

[carnivorous-canine98]

Really need to get this out in the open so... here's a list of my Oc's and some stuff about them.

Dusk

- Deathless (Original Species)

- Bisexual

- Relationship status: Married (open marriage)

- Purely Pred, prey in very rare circumstances

- Gives off sumg bitch energy tenfold

- Very tall (6'11) and very well built

- Decent singer and very skilled violinist (Was the one who taught Dax how to play)

- Likes the taste of human food, but it offers her no nutritional value. She specifically dines on blood and raw flesh.

- Is able to gage a person moral spectrum by a single drop of blood (meaning she knows if you're good or not)

- Works as a bounty hunter as she prefers the taste of blood and meat of those who are evil

- Abilities lean heavily into shadow manipulation, magic use, and hand to hand combat

Astra

- Kitsune

- Lesbian

- Relationship staus: Married (open marriage)

- Purely pery, pred in rare circumstances

- Is an advid prankster

- Loves to sing

- Very much a foodie (have a curvy figure)

- Tends to be willing for only her wife when it comes to vore. If anyone tries to eat her, expect a very angry fox

- Middle of three sisters

- Abilities lean into very strong, tangible illusions and petty tricks

Storm

- Kitsune

- Aro/Ace

- Relationship Status: Not interested

- Never pred/prey

- Has a no-nonsense attitude

- Very easily annoyed/angered

- Very well bluit and lean

- Youngest of three sisters

- Abilities lean into the control of lightning and manipulation of earth and rock

Aurora

- Kitsune

- Straight/Asexual

- Relationship Status: Single

- Very, very rarely pred/prey. Only lets those who she trusts deeply eat her. She will freak out and have a bad panic attack if anyone she doesn't know well enough tries to eat her

- Is a complete pacifist, fighting when absolutely necessary

- Is a gentle soul at heart, gives off mother vibs

- Very skilled in the Arcane

- Oldest of three sisters

- Abilities lean into time control and ice manipulation

Nariah Goldenfellow

- Half high elf/Half drow (dark elf)

- Demisexual

- Relationship Status: Single (depends on what I'm tossing her into)

- Purely pery, occasionally pred in rare circumstances

- Kind, but also very much a smart ass

- Is not afraid to speak her mind.

- Has a knack for pulling pranks. (Good friends with Astra because of it)

- Is an absolutely beautiful singer

- Is an angel in disguise (died during an epic adventure and was made into an angel for deeds done)

- Is very well skilled in the limited Arcane and Divine magic she has access to.

Caldax (Dax) Dalana

- Drow (Dark Elf)

- Trans (Female to Male)/Pansexual

- Relationship Status: Single

- Purely pery, pred in very rare circumstances

- Is a very timid boy (particularly scared around his own kind)

- Very easy to make blush and easily flustered

- Very much nearsighted, wears enchanted glasses given by Aurora (his mentor/adoptive mother)

- A heavy bookworm (Will talk your ear off if given the chance)

- Skilled artist and decent violinist

- Won't outright admit it, but is in love with his mentor Aurora.

- Is very skilled with the blade and highly skilled in the arcane.

Kiba (K, Ki)

- Chimera shifter

- Demisexual

- Relationship Status: Single

- Mostly pred, sometimes prey (only for specific people)

- Comes off as an asshole to most... but is a good guy at heart

- Was cursed long ago for royally pissing off an archfea (led to his chimera form), but is on better terms with them thanks to Nariah

- Is the Guardian for a forest with a very prominent portal to the fea relam. Tends to use scare tactics to drive poeple away from the forest

- Good friends with both Dax and Nariah

- Unable to digest live beings at all

- Very much loves tummy rubs, both in and out

- Highly skilled in Druidic magic and knows some arcane (Tends to shrink people in his human form when the mood hits him)

Lady Mea (Yes... you must call her that)

- Arcanaloth tiefling turned Archfiend (Tries her damnist to come off as a Kitsune)

- Omnisexual

- Relationship Status: Single

- Exclusively Pred, never, never ever prey...

- Absolutely hates her ture form and hides it. Will get extremely pissed if it's even so much as mentioned

- Is the very definition of Lawful Evil

- Is a deal maker

- Uses her charm and sex appeal to her advantage

- Despite being Lawful Evil, she lives by a very strict moral code.

- Is very willing to exploit any morally gery loopholes as possible

- Perfers to work with other evil humanoids, but will take on deals from good souls if they are desperate enough

- Nariah absolutely detests her, and she knows it

- Is highly afraid of Dusk for both her sheer raw strength and magical capability. She does her best to hide this fear.

- Very highly skilled in all forms of the Arcane

- She and Dusk are the only two characters I'm willing to explore hard vore/digestion with...

[angelicspaceprince]

NSFW Alphabet Heisenberg Headcanons

For obvious reasons, this contains smut and is for 18+ only readers. Again, I’m posting only my headcanons onto tumblr, both can be found on my AO3

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Very grabby, has a tendency to be a little softer. Loves a good cuddle after sex, definitely praises you constantly. He loves to wash you down with a cloth, wiping away all of the cum, the sweat, the blood, the tears, as he murmurs soft words of praise and encouragement, pressing a small kiss here and there as he does so.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I’m not entirely sure if Heisenberg would like any part of his body - it's just a vessel to him I believe. I think his favourite part of himself would be his discount magneto powers because that gives him the ability to create so many new tools to play with when it comes to having sex with you, some even on the spot.

For you, he loves your hands. He sees them as soft and gentle and he loves the feel of them in his work-worn, rough hands as he pushes you down into the bed, or them cupping his face as you pepper his face with kisses, telling him what a good boy he’s being for you, or when their wrapped around his dick as you jerk him off in a way that has him melting against your back and rolling his hips up into your palm.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He loves cumming inside or on you, there is no way in hell he’d ever wear a condom. It’s a marking thing, he needs to make sure you know that you’re his. He doesn’t have a preference for where he cums, just as long as it’s somewhere on you. If you spit and not swallow, he thinks it’s a waste of his seed and gets huffy about it - he’d much rather see it across your face than down the sink.

He cums a lot and it’s ungodly thick as well.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s fucked a lycan, been fucked by a lycan, and he fucking loved it. Was tempted to fuck a soldat but that was a little too much for him.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing? )

I’d say pretty experience, if anything, he fucks the girls at the village mostly to spite and in an attempt piss off Miranda. He’d mellowed out about a decade before you met him, but definitely he’s had the time to gain quite a lot of experience.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Lotus, or any position where you’re on top of him. He enjoys grinding up into you and watching you come undone on top of him, but also means it's easier for him to grab at different parts of you - this goes for eating out too, he loves it when you sit on his face and ride him to completion. Loves mating press too, when he’s feeling particularly primal.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

By ‘goofy’ for H, I more think of sadomasochism or teasing you when you cum so hard you can’t see straight. I think he’d crack a few jokes here and there to make you laugh and you’d definitely have fun but for the most part, I think he’s more all about getting you riled up until you’re a trembling, begging mess.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He is a hairy, hairy man who doesn’t give a shit about his grooming - he would have a thick and large amount of pubes that are wiry just like his beard. If you asked, he’d probably tame it down a little, but if you don’t care, it wouldn’t even cross his mind.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Only after leaving the village will he 100% let his guard down to be intimate during sex I think. There would be a lot of praise and stuff whilst you’re at the village, but it doesn’t really become too intimate until after everything has washed over. I fully believe the first time he says ‘I love you’ was in German and whilst you two were having possibly the most intimate round of sex you’d ever had in your life the first night after your escape from the village. After sex is usually where he’s the most intimate - where he will murmur softly against your skin about how good you are to him and how he adores you and can’t believe that you’re in his life.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

I feel like he’d jack off quite frequently before you were around and even then, it probably doesn’t change much once you’re there. If he has no time for sex with you and it’s literally just an urge to deal with so he can concentrate on his work? Then yeah, he’ll pull out his dick and stroke himself off as he continues to work without a care in the world. It’s just to clear his mind so he can focus on the task at hand, to him it's no different than eating or sleeping. Just something he has to do to get by.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

It’d be a lot easier to list the kinks he doesn’t have - shit, vomit and death. Beyond that, anything else is on the tables. His favourites would definitely include pred/prey, bondage, overstim, bloodplay, watersports, knife play, choking, cumplay/breeding kink, cockwarming, exhibitionism/voyeurism and marking/biting. He does have a preference for an active and willing partner, that being said CNC is also something he would enjoy as long as it was clear that both parties wanted it prior to the scene being played out.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Loves fucking at his desk - cockwarming especially. Loves cockwarming during inappropriate times too, like during family meetings. Or fucking you at Lady D’s house, edging you on and reminding you not to make a sound whilst making it impossible for you not to moan or scream his name. Anywhere and everywhere is an option for Heisenberg, but the riskier it is, the more he seems to love it.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Literally, anything and everything. A breeze hitting him the right way will get him horny. You could be walking past in sweatpants and a baggy jumper and he will want you bent over the bench with his dick railing into you. It doesn’t take much, the man ain’t fussy.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Killing someone during sex would be a big turn off. Involving any talk of Miranda or Lady D would also be off limits.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Doesn’t really have a preference. Is a master at getting you off with his mouth and will gladly spend hours dedicated to mapping you out and causing you to cum again and again with his just tongue. By the time he’s finished with you, you won’t be able to walk and you definitely will have a number of bruises and bite marks against your thighs as well as a pretty decent beard burn going on. His favourite thing to do once he’s pulled away is to put his cold hands against your thighs specifically where his beard burn is, just to feel you squirm and attempt to kick him away.

Receiving - he loves throat fucking you, or having you kneel under his workbench, tied up nice and tight, with his dick resting heavy on your tongue as he works, occasionally reaching down to stroke your hair, scratch at your scalp or fucking his hips up into you so you don’t get too cozy down there. Your jaw and throat always aches afterwards and he loves hearing how hoarse he’s made your voice - he will always have a drink waiting for you afterwards, but first he needs to hear how well he’s fucked your voice out.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It’ll depend on the mood - definitely after leaving the village there is more of an opportunity for Heisenberg to reach a more romantic, slow and sensual pace (although it definitely happened whilst in the village, it was just rare as often Heisenberg used sex as a stress release as well as a way to feel like he’s achieved something or made someone proud), but his more natural pace will always be fast, deep and on the rougher side.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Good way to scratch an itch and was, for a good portion at the beginning of your relationship, the only way you’d have sex as the only reason you were having sex was to scratch an itch or for stress relief. As time went on, things changed and although ‘proper’ sex and longer sessions became the norm (especially because he loved to dedicate the time to map out every inch of your body and see exactly what makes you tick), he still loves a good quickie during the day.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He will try anything once, after all it’s how you figure out if you like something or not! In terms of risks, if it's a risk of getting caught, he is more than happy to take it. If it's a risk to your safety? Not on his life.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

It doesn’t take long for Heisenberg to recover - unless you’re having a quickie, you best be ready for multiple rounds. Even if he can’t get it up, he will plaster his mouth between your thighs until your voice is hoarse and you’re squirming and weakly tugging at his hair in a vain attempt to pull him away. He loves feeling your strength pull away with each orgasm, seeing how weak and tired you become because of him. He’d never go too fair without prior warning, and if you safe-word out he will pull away instantly and be straight into aftercare mode. As for how long he lasts…..it really does depend on the situation, but if you have enough time and are in an environment where he feels safe, who knows how long he’d last. You have sat in his lap, cock buried deep inside of you for the entirety of many a family meeting, having to hide the fact that he was hard and throbbing inside of you. So, you know for a fact, he can last that long under stressful situations.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He’d make his own and have a little collection. He’d definitely think of something whilst working on his metal army, make it and instantly turn to find you to test them out. If it’s something a bit more intense, he’ll test it on himself first before seeking you out.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease you and keep you on edge of your first orgasm, making it out that he’s close to making you scream only to pull back and watch you pout, beg or even scream in frustration. His favourite place to tease you, though, is in a place where you can’t protest or beg, where you need to be silent or keep whatever you’re doing a secret. That’s definitely when the worst of his teasing will come out.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

It will depend on the situation (see wild card for submissive!H), but usually? He wants to drink in the sounds he has you make - he’s all short grunt and growls and soft murmurs of praise against your skin and dark promises that merge seamlessly with general dirty talk with small groans and moans peppered throughout. If he’s had an awful day, however? He’s much louder, much more aggressive. He needs to fuck his emotions out - and this is definately when his pred/prey kink comes into full swing. He will chase you throughout the village, throughout his factory, wherever he can, and is nothing but growls and snarls, every sound coming from his throat animalistic. He also bites a lot more too, claiming you as his, and it’s the only time that his sounds are muffled slightly.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

If you get him worked up enough if you get the chance to dom him (he will sub for a selected few), he will always end up babbling out his begs in German. If you ask nice enough, he may order you around in German or Romanian, but the only time it naturally comes out is when he’s so far gone into subspace, so needy and desperate, that it’s just natural for him to speak his first language. In general, if you get him to sub for you, he will not shut the fuck up - all moans and whimpers and broken groans, small promises to be good for you if you would just touch him already . Bratty sub for sure, definitely into pet play. Will only ever be able to handle a gentle dom for obvious reasons, and has a major, major, major praise kink, both giving and receiving but get this boy into subspace and praise him and just watch him whine and squirm and ask for more. If he’s misbehaving at home and you jokingly say ‘behave pup’, he will get flustered so quickly.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Body wise, he is quite muscular but has a nice layer of fat to soften things out - it actually surprises you how strong he is from brute strength alone because he definitely doesn’t look it at first glance.

Cock wise - he’s more thick than he is long, average length but with a good amount of girth that has you feeling that stretch for hours afterwards.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

I’d say pretty high, but he is also good at distracting himself from it? During his tenure at the village, he’s so focused on escaping that it looks like his sex drive is low to normal. But the moment you get out of the village? Have your own place where it’s safe and no one is there to stop you? All bets are off, he cannot keep his hands off of you. Half of it is catching up for lost time, half of it is just the fact that the man is permanently horny.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

When domming: He doesn’t fall asleep often, but he will doze or rest his eyes for a second and enjoy the afterglow. He won’t leave to go back to work until you’ve fully conked out though, unless something desperately pressing comes up and he has to go. He’d rather spend this small amount of quality time with you and making sure you’re okay before leaving you alone and even when he does leave when you’re asleep, he has his eyes on his monitor with a live feed of you sleeping, just in case something goes wrong and you need him.

After subbing: He usually passes out pretty quickly. Subbing takes a lot more energy out of him than domming does, so once he’s cleaned up and has received his dose of praise and love, he usually falls asleep with his head in your lap, on your tummy or on your chest. He can’t wake up alone after a sub scene, even the very idea of it freaks him out, so you better make sure you have something to do as he naps because once he’s out, he’s asleep for hours.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Wait you like pit vore too?!? That's very rare and it's awesome to see a writer like you into it as well! Could you give us some pit vore prompts please?

Yeah, it's super niche, huh? A friend of mine got me into it and now I adore it. I'd be happy to write some more content for it, there really isn't enough!

Saunas could be a very dangerous place to be for a lot of guys. If someone isn't careful, it's the perfect place to get picked up and devoured in with any variety of ways. That's what two guys ended up finding out as they walked in around the same time, settling down to relax in the steam room where another muscular man was working up a real sweat. They were grabbed up almost as soon as they tried to get comfortable, both of their faces shoved into sweaty armpits. They tried to wiggle away and get free, but the heavy musk was almost immediately dulling their minds. Their movements were becoming sluggish and pathetic, and that's when the cocky predator shoved their faces deeper, letting their heads sink under the hairs in his pits with ease. From there, it was just a matter of relaxing and flexing to drag their bodies deeper and deeper until, finally, their feet sink under the hairs and they were just a couple of lumps in his biceps to be ground down into more musk and muscle for him. The big guy relaxes with a massive grin. Saunas were some of the best places to relax for a lot of guys. Or, well, at least this guy. Free food just walked in all the time!

Pissing off coach was always the wrong thing to do and he made sure to remind everyone of it. Someone who got a little too cocky with him, trying to act like tough shit got the same treatment. Shoved into his hairy armpit in front of the rest of the team, the player yelling and squirming around as he tried to shove away. But he'd only slide deeper inside, being shoved into the coach's arm more and more. No one would ever dare to step up and try to help him, even his own friends, knowing they didn't want to also get on their coach's bad side while he was having a meal. It wouldn't be long at all before the cocky player was a bulge in the coach's bicep being flexed over as his body starts to get ground down into muscle mass for the pred. If everyone is luck, it ends there with another guy turned into an example. But if coach is in one of his 'moods', he'll start picking off players until his arms were evened out. Sometimes that meant one more guy went sliding up a hairy pit and sometimes it meant there'd need to be some mid-season tryouts to make up for all the players he took down. Everyone was hoping it would just be the former, but the look in his eyes said it might end up being a full team overhaul.

Teasing his little bro by shoving his face into his armpits to stink him out on sweat was his favorite thing to do all the time. It was funny watching the recent high school graduate squirm around and freak out while he's forced to breath in the smell of a real man! He did it all summer, making sure his brother smelled more like him than anything else most of the time. He was never expecting to get a taste of his own medicine after getting a bit too drunk with his friends. He'd tried to show off to them by messing with his brother, trying to do some alpha shit to make them laugh. But he ended up nose deep in an armpit instead when his brother used his drunkenness to overpower him. He'd never been overpowered by the little twwrp before! He tried to wiggle away and beat the brat to a pulp, but he soon found his face was only sinking deeper. It wasn't long before his younger brother was stuffed him up his armpit like nothing, pumping him deeper and deeper into a bicep more than happy to grind him down into muscle. He could hear his friend laughing and snickering to themselves outside, but that was starting to turn into muffled yelling as they started finding their faces getting shoved into those same pits. It looks like his little bro might be getting an overnight bulk up off of him and his pals now.

[cuddlecave]

Just out of curiosity, how do you interpret Tom in the series? I'm curious because I know Ben and Gord are the main two for noms in the series but I've been kind of in a Tom pred mood which only works since I hc that he's got some powers from his dad.

ah, i don't really see tom as a pred, and only really see him as a prey rarely. which reminds me! i want to rewrite ultimate hugs bro 3, since i no longer ship tom with the other two guys due to my headcanons about what ages tom and benb were when they met changing- going by tom's stated age in the series (he states he's 36, and the series ends with his b-day party, so then he's 37), and the "1994" in benb's username in the heist stream (which would put benb at 26), i figure that there's about 11 years difference between them. tom started working at b'mesa when he was 24, and so benb was only 13 when they met. i like to think that benb feels like a little brother to tom. big bro tom momence. :) but yeah, for the rewrite, instead of a lovey-dovey cuddle sesh, tom's biologist side is all 'OH? 👀' upon hearing about benb's apparently safe-for-humans insides. so in this case, the "Oh, he needs to see this himself. Y'know, for science" bit is 100% sincere this time. tom knows how benb feels about people being "scientist-y" at him, and thus never pries himself, but always gets delighted when benb will willingly show off and let tom check out some of his alien biological quirks. :) (gord still also gets nommed here, so he can be tom's "tour guide" to benb's guts :P )

[wonderful-bellies]

Favorite qualities in a pred? And favorite types of press and scenarios?

Hmmmmm... It really depends on what mood I'm in, but I typically prefer kinda or gentle preds. Traits that I'm so down for tho aaare shy/hesitant/flusteres preds, cocky preds that talk a big game but get all flustered when they actually have to eat someone, gentle caring preds that reassure prey, super protective preds, gently teasing preds. On very rare occasion I'll enjoy big scsry angery pred but I typically need some kind of reassurance for the prey afterwards. Giants or same size both loved equally, nagas are great because between the tail and belly they're just... so soft... centaurs are fun cause double belly fun, I can't say no to monstrous looking but soft preds. Ones with like fangs and claws and spooky eyes, but will be super careful to make sure the prey isn't hurt when they go down. Oooh abnormal tongues are fun too. Like long ones or forked ones or weirdly colored ones. But that also opens up a whole spectrum of options for preference on preds' insides which hoo boi don't even get me started I've already rambled too much

[chibi-honey-cake]

Top 10 favorite prey, minus yourself?

OOH, that's tough... See, I'm definitely more self-indulgent and am usually the prey in almost all of the hidden fics that I write. I NEVER think about other prey since it's more of a comfort thing for me... Never really thought about if I was a pred either since I am very, EXTREMELY rarely in the mood.

I spent all day thinking of this and I just... Couldn't? All I can offer is five sorta entries? I guess I need to broaden my horizons? So here's some prey that I sorta think fit the bill and a few I may have entertained the thought of them as prey before. So lemme tap into that dormant pred-brain in my head...

[I could cheat and put the bears on this list again since I have unwritten material about them being prey in some g/t scenarios and they ARE my favorites... But I don't wanna be THAT person lol.]

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5 - Vivian [from Pa.per Ma.rio TT.YD] Vivian has always been my favorite PM character, a shy siren girl that is extremely quiet and unconfident. That, and I'm fascinated with shadow creatures as both pred and prey! I get the feeling that when she's feeling stressed or overwhelmed, wanting to hide from the world, she might seek out safety in someone's tummy. (That and I think she might be a good pred- maybe holding someone inside her shadows gives her confidence?)

4 - Link [from LOZ] I mean, c'mon. He's been inside so many living dungeons by now, he's got a medal for it. Not to mention just how many monsters either DO swallow him or just snatch him up for a bit of tasting. He must taste good, considering how many monsters try to snack on him.

3 - Nagas Like, in general. Most people view them as preds (myself included) but so many people need to wake up to the concept of nagas as prey! I know there's a post out there that goes into more detail because I've seen it, but let me paraphrase. Squirmy noodle friend- in a tummy! It's a nice, warm, dark place- snakes love those for naps! Even better if they need somewhere warm and safe to sleep off their own meal! Help your naga friends out during winter hibernation time, people. Nagas need protecting in tums too...

2 - Alcremie Gjinka [from Pok.em.on] Look at her. So precious and sweet! If they didn't want you to eat them, then they shouldn't have named them after flavors! I want to try to all! (Except maybe the mint cream ones). Doesn't the name 'Strawberry Sweet Ruby Swirl' make you want to drool? Just make sure your Mon-Girl says yes first, you don't wanna surprise her! Also, maybe don't attempt if she shifts into Gigantamax form. I don't think anyone can handle her like that...

1 - Slimes (from Sli.me Ran.cher) Once again, we knew this was coming because I mentioned them in the other top ten post. They've all got their own unique flavors and it's probably a handy place to store them when your vac-pac is full! Just- gooey friends that you can keep in your belly! And also, slimes in general! They can squish and stretch so that even those of us that aren't very pred-like or able to swallow big meals can still get them down! They really are easy to handle as prey and I'd like to see more malleable prey like slimes~

That’s all I can think of...?

[fairlyqualityanon]

Trompement - RR vore

Masterlist

It's been awhile since I've written a cruel pred (as opposed to 'pred's just a dick') and I wondered what would ever cause Rikard to be cruel. “Never!” was my first thought, “That's more towards Chaotic and/or Evil!” But then I thought about it some more – he would if he had a very good reason, and it just so happens that Karla has been systematically bullied by a pair of rich entitled tinies from her school. 5.8k words and is not a 'true' one-shot, as it will have a direct sequel... written at some point. Contains a brief flashback to when Rikard still lived in Kirk’s Wood.

WARNING! Extremely cruel vore with both pred and observer taunting the prey (2)! Soft and clean, but constant verbal descriptions/threats of digestion. Seriously, don't piss off a Chaotic Neutral if they have a pred friend that owes them a favor, especially if that pred friend has lots of experience pretending to be monstrous.

“So where were you last Friday?”

“Out.” Karla's shoulders were hunched.

“You know there's a curfew.”

“Only for being on the streets.”

What an ungrateful tone! “You're just lucky we didn't have a surprise inspection.”

“You keep saying I wouldn't be missed anyways.”

“Doesn't mean we wouldn't still get in trouble for not knowing where you were!”

“Just stop following me already!”

She was about to tell the brat off for her impudence when said brat's expression changed, going from sullen defiance to elated surprise. She followed Karla's eyes, wondering what could cause such a sudden shift in mood.

“Sweetheart!” The commoner was addressing a human, who also appeared to be a mere commoner himself.

“Hey, honey. What're you doing out here?”

She stepped forward, lip curled as she studied the man. “You're sneaking out to fraternize with a non-student? You know what the Dean will have to say about this!”

“He'd have to hear about it, first!” Karla cackled behind her and she turned, calling out a quick spell that would make the impudent wench feel as if she'd burned her hand on a hot stove... or she tried to; the only sound coming out of her mouth was a faint, wispy hiss. Her eyes widened. Impossible! She tried again, and this time the borrower smirked and said sweetly, “If you had paid a little more attention in your anatomy classes, you'd notice that your vocal cords have been paralyzed. And as everyone knows, if you can't speak, you can't cast.”

The bitch grabbed them both by an arm and spun the three of them around to face the human. “Anyhoo, since you two are desperate to pry into every detail of my life to better ruin it, I thought I'd help you out and take you to meet my old friend, Rikard, because I know he'd enjoy the opportunity to eat you.”

She glanced over, catching Karla's eye and raising an eyebrow quizzically. Did you really just...

The human chuckled darkly and she whipped her head around to see a decidedly unpleasant grin on his face, almost feral.

“Mmm, they look rich.”

His stare was disconcerting, unsettling, and she took a step away before something jabbed in the small of her back. She yelped and hopped to the side.

“You look like you're having trouble there; why don't you let me help you out with those two, hun?”

The human was reaching for her and she, frozen in disbelief, didn't resist as she and her co-Alpha were scooped off the ground.

“Breakfast was awhile ago, so I thought you might be hungry, sweetheart.”

“Aww, you're so thoughtful, honey.” He spoke to the tiny on the ground, but his eyes were on the two in his hands, flicking from one to the other with a predatory stare. “They do look delicious, and not just because I'm absolutely starving right now.”

She shook her head frantically – not in denial, but in emphasis. The human noticed and grinned broadly, showing off a healthy set of teeth, a rare sight among non-local lower-borns.

“Don't worry, little morsels, I know how to treat my prey right. You can relax, knowing that you're in the care of the most considerate predator around.” He smirked, then ran a tongue over his lips as a thought occurred to him. “Why don't I just show you instead, since you seem to doubt my word.”

She tried pushing at his fingers to loosen them, to make him let her go, but her arms were trapped in front of her, unable to prevent him catching her feet deftly between his lips and, from there, sucking her into his mouth.

The first thing she did was to aim a kick directly at the roof of his mouth. The resultant hiss made her smile, until she was smashed flat against that same surface. His spongy tongue pressed unevenly against her back, shifting, scrubbing, almost scouring her increasingly damp clothes over her skin. She tried to push away several times but was just shoved right back where she started. Fuck! Her arms were starting to burn from the strain, and just as she thought it couldn't go on any longer, his tongue dropped out from underneath her, and she bounced lightly against it when she fell. She moved to sit up, to try and clear her head, but that slick muscle deftly spun her around and lifted her up, face down on his tongue this time.

She couldn't gain any purchase against his tongue, as it kept moving and shifting, so she decided to start hitting it, not having enough room to wind up a punch. But as her hand slid off, thanks to the thick gooey saliva, his tongue wrapped around that arm, covering it completely, squeezing just enough to almost hurt, before gradually trailing down and off. Nothing she did worked! And the moist, dank air rumbled with his echoing snicker, vibrating all the way deep inside her lungs.

She squeezed her eyes tightly closed, going limp in despair. This can't be real! Surely she hadn't offended any of the gods to the point where they'd allow this to actually happen. It was just a dream, it had to be, perhaps some kind of warning. But it felt real, the sounds, the smells, the rough texture of the tongue tip delicately running across her face. Wake up! Wake up wake up!

As if it had worked, as if one of the gods was actually paying attention, the movements of his tongue gradually slowed, relaxing down against the base of his mouth. Her eyes snapped open and she could see that his teeth were parted, that there was a ray of light shining through his slack lips, and she lunged forward, barely noticing that the tongue underneath her was sliding forward as well.

She was out! She could feel the air on her damp skin, and moved to dive off his tongue, away, free, but something was tugging at her mid-calf. Twisting, she looked back and up to find that the human had bitten down, pinning her legs to his tongue with his teeth, lips in a smug grin. She almost fell as he slowly pulled his tongue back into his mouth, dragging along her body, but he'd pinched the back of her robes, keeping her horizontal. That commoner magus was watching from below, also smirking, and called up to her with a laugh when their eyes met.

“Payback's a bitch, ain't it, Julie?”

Even if she'd been able to talk, she wouldn't have been able to talk from sheer incredulous rage. How dare they do this to her! Didn't they know who she was!?

Still holding her robes, still with her legs trapped, she was lifted vertically as the human tipped his head back. His tongue swept over her legs, leaving them coated with the thick slime of his saliva. Lips closed around her knees, something tugging repetitively and she realized, sick to her stomach, that he was sucking on her. Julie thrashed, tugging at her robe to try and remove it, preferring the humiliation of being spotted in boxers and grimy tank top to this display of absolute indignity. Her robe billowed with the gust of air from the human's amused snort.

He did open his mouth and pull her the rest of the way out, though, and turned her so Julie was forced to look at that smug hungry face again. “You should be more careful,” he said in a syrupy tone, “wouldn't want you to get hurt now, would we? Hmm.” The human shrugged one shoulder, unconcerned, and glanced down at Karla, who'd obviously planned this well in advance. “Sorry to cut the show short, hun, but this one seems in a hurry to get to where she belongs.” He looked back at Julie and narrowed his eyes, lilting, “I wanted to take my time and savor you, since apparently you used to matter, but if you insist...”

The human's head tipped back once more, swinging her up so rapidly she got dizzy, the sparkles in her eyes clearing right in time to see his mouth open and feel his fingers. Let. Go!

His tongue barely touched her, just enough to readjust Julie's fall and guide her into his waiting throat. She screamed soundlessly as she was sucked down, one hand stretching desperately for the light, only to see it blocked by the brute of a human's tongue as he licked his lips. His throat was disgusting and wet, rubbing against her expensive robes. Julie could hear him purring and she wriggled, trying to cause him pain, or at least make him uncomfortable. But all she heard was a pleased sigh before the moist tube rumbled around her with wild laughter.

She shifted her legs, trying her hardest to kick as each undulating swallow trailed down her body with a sickening squelch, bringing her gradually past his thumping heart. She knew exactly which spell to use to burn that heart to ash, but a mute couldn't cast! There was even a curse – one students her level were absolutely not supposed to know, but such were the perks of good breeding – that could rip the air from those lungs nearby, slowly asphyxiating him. But she couldn't cast!

Magic's not the only way to cause someone pain, and I don't need words to do it! How tough could a stomach be, anyway? It was just flesh, and flesh could be torn easily enough...

Rikard let out a quiet sigh, grinning lazily. The arrogant tiny had struggled the entire way down, starting to kick and pound at his stomach wall the very instant she'd landed in the damp organ. He tugged his shirt up and glanced at his belly. There wasn't much to be seen, but if you peered close and if you knew what to look for, you could spot the telltale signs of a decidedly unwilling prey. “Oooh, she's a fiery one!”

“Is she, now?” Karla purred, interested. “What did Julie taste like?”

“'Julie'?” He replied in a casually dismissive tone, “she's just a snack now, and food doesn't get to have a name.” The human settled back in his seat, idly running his thumb over the second student held in his grip. “Wood smoke and charcoal. I've never had the pleasure of eating someone who tasted so oddly delightful.” Then he looked at the other tiny and licked his lips slowly. “I'll bet you're no different.”

Karla giggled, covering her mouth as a demure afterthought as she pointed to the barely-visible ripples across his belly. “Looks like your first little snack isn't liking the compliment. Or,” she said with a knowing grin, “did your gut just say 'hello'?”

“Listen,” he purred, pressing the other bully against his stomach, “do you hear that?” On cue, it let out an echoing, gurgling groan. “My stomach is still so empty and it wants to be filled. Your friend simply isn't enough, you see? She's gotten it all worked up, starting to ooze those digestive acids ready and waiting to soak into you, carrying you to your final resting place.” Rikard lifted them up to eye level, smirking. He could feel that odd, almost imperceptible, shift in his eyes, the feral tint that his borrower friends said reminded them of a Wild Fae, one lost to base instinct – a mere predator. His stomach growled again and he swallowed a mouthful of drool. He'd barely eaten breakfast, anticipating when he'd get to teach his friend's bullies a lesson, and so he was really, honestly, hungry. “But I'm not so cruel as to keep you two separated in your last moments, so just sit tight and I'll send you to join her in a bit.” The human grinned wildly, “After I've finished enjoying the second course of my lunch, that is.”

The fear in the second tiny's eyes was delicious and Rikard had put on his little show just for that effect. Below him, out of the bully's sight, Karla had her hands clasped together in front of her face, an equally wild grin upon her own, blue eyes sparkling with amusement. He was glad she wasn't scared of him, of the monster he was pretending to be. He just... hadn't anticipated how enthusiastic she'd be about the trickery.

“If you don't struggle, I'll swallow you sooner,” Rikard purred huskily, “Would you like that?” He felt only a twinge, not the usual sharp stabbing burn, as he thought back to how his own tormentors had behaved. Rikard had caught the bully's eye – unfortunately – with how carefully he'd eaten all the tinies he was allotted. Bryce might have been a brute, a lout, a thug, but the man hadn't been stupid.

Rikard had been pulled aside one day without warning. His heart sank into his stomach when he saw who it was.

“Listen, I been watching you the last few feasts and I noticed something. You've been eating them pretty fast, almost faster than anyone else.”

He doesn't know! He doesn't suspect! He couldn't!, Rikard had told himself, trying not to panic. He'd argued, saying that the more time he took to eat each tiny, the fewer he'd have overall.

“Kid.” Bryce had clapped a hand on his shoulder. “I like you. You've really found yourself since that day I told you 'man up or else', scarfing those little bastards down with the best o' us. But listen, you gotta know how to talk to them. Be reassuring, let 'em know you appreciate their contribution, point out some of the other guys and say how lucky they are to be destined for your gut, all those calming words to make them panic and squirm. Toy with 'em, ask 'em questions about how they'd like to be ate, give them choices and such. It's a fancy game, psychological like, see? Tell ya what,” he had elbowed Rikard's side jovially, “I've got one I've been saving for awhile. Don't tell nobody, but I'll let you have it if you'll prove you've got what it takes. Deal?”

Rikard had looked at the bully's outstretched hand for a moment before grabbing and pumping it in a firm shake. “I was just starting to think about dinner.” He'd smirked up at Bryce, who had grinned back broadly.

“That's the spirit!”

As it turned out, Bryce had managed to under-emphasize the effect it would have on his 'meal'. The tiny had flailed about in his gut in a state of total panic, prompting a series of quietly content noises from him, while Bryce looked on proudly.

“Good on you, kid. Now go on home so's you get something to eat; that one's not going to digest for a little while and you shouldn't be skipping meals.”

It had taken him hours of talking – of arguing, of begging, of pleading – in as quiet a whisper as he could manage, hoping the tiny could hear him over the echoing groans of his gut, before they finally settled down and stopped crying. Or, at least, stopped crying that he could tell.

He had tried to believe that it was worth it, because it meant he was given more tinies to eat – and thus save – but the way that one individual had just looked at him, both before he ate them and even after he'd spitten them out, when it was obvious they were safe... Their expression conveyed what words could not – he was very good at being a monster.

He couldn't quite make out the angry words the second one spat at him, but the accompanying hand gestures clued him in. “Your loss,” Rikard chuckled, licking his lips eagerly. He stuffed the tiny into his mouth with a happy sigh, closing his eyes. He could still taste 'Julie', and her aftertaste only emphasized the flavor of this one. Earth. Fresh loam that's been soaking up the sunlight all day.

Hoping Karla had been satisfied with his treatment of the first, he felt free to be selfish this time around. Rikard rolled the tiny about, slurping at it whenever the drool puddling in his mouth got annoying, and nibbling at its arms and legs – oh so gently, because accidentally biting would spoil their trick – at random intervals. It stopped flailing every time he pinned it between his teeth and he could hear its quiet gasps of fear before he let go and it resumed struggling. But all good things must come to an end, so Rikard flung his head back, tossing the tiny down his throat and swallowed loudly, tracing its descent into his demanding gut.

He sighed happily, patting his belly in languid contentment. Catching Karla's eye he smirked and drew in a slow breath, letting it out alongside a massive belch as he pressed both hands to his gut, forcing even more air out as the walls moved in on his two 'snacks'. She looked utterly flabbergasted, and Rikard couldn't blame her; while they had practiced dragging out his burps for maximum gross factor, he'd never managed anything near as loud and disgusting as this. To his surprise, Karla placed her hands together a few times in a politely impressed gesture of applause.

“Oh gods, I love it when they put up a fight.” What am I doing? Why am I doing this? Yeah, it was for a good cause, but he didn't enjoy scaring anyone like this. But it feels so great when they thrash around in a fright... He was worried how easy it was to slip into the role, or how he barely felt any guilt at all. “Are you two trying to give me indigestion?” Rikard crooned, tenderly brushing his gut. He pulled his hand away when Karla hopped up on his lap to lean against his stomach.

She giggled unpleasantly. “Aww, I think they are. Not much you bitches can do to my boyfriend without your precious magic, is there?” 'Boyfriend?' Rikard mouthed at her in confusion. Karla rolled her eyes and waved her hand in a 'go along with it' motion. “And in case giving him indigestion was your intent, I hate to break it to ya, but live tinies are a delicacy where he comes from. So even if you could shape your spells, it still wouldn't do you any good, because he's got some insanely powerful wards on him.” Rikard chuckled maliciously to emphasize her words, and Karla gave him a broad grin and a thumbs up.

“Mhm, she is ab-so-lute-ly right. I don't think I could count how many times I've drifted off to sleep with a gut packed full of panicked borrowers. Sure, all that begging does keep me up for awhile, but eventually it all fades to silence as they are incorporated into my body, one by delicious one.” In truth, he could count, and that count was zero.; technically everyone he'd eaten did go quiet eventually, but either because they'd fallen asleep as well or because they finally realized they were safe. “There's only two of your delicious selves, so I doubt you'll make it that long, but I'll still enjoy every last second you manage to hang around. You'll be doing yourselves a favor by struggling; it'll wear you out faster and you'll move along to the next stage of digestion, away from all pain.”

“It's the perfect crime, as there will be no bodies to find, no corpses to Raise. However...” Karla looked up at the sky, finger on her lips pensively.

“'However', what, honey?” Rikard played along.

“However...” She pressed her ear against the center of the human's stomach, “this would still be 'accessory to murder' and I'm not entirely sure I want that on my soul. Soooo... how about we make a deal? In exchange for asking him to spit you up and sparing your lives, I want a profuse and heartfelt apology from both of you, oh and then maybe a few Oaths of Binding to make sure you stick by that apology and don't go running off to the police at any point.” Karla licked her finger and pressed it to her neck, whistling a spell. “Whatcha think, you wanna bargain for your lives?”

“Fuck off to the deepest hell, dirty burrower! I am a scion of the House of Endar and I will not be intimidated by the likes of you!”

Rikard laughed, an honest laugh, at how pretentious the tiny was. Karla gave him a Look, as if she thought he'd doubted her claims they were making her life absolute hell. “That's where you're wrong,” he purred, making a tiny 'shoo' motion in Karla's direction. She grinned, understanding, and took several steps back. He rested his hand against his stomach, and firmly pressed inwards, smushing the two tinies between the slimy walls of his stomach again. He could feel them both in there, huddled together as a paired lump, and slowly dragged his hand in a circle, further coating them in goopy enzymes. “You're nothing but food now, so her offer is pretty generous. Sure, it's murder, but you two looked so delicious I honestly couldn't help myself. And you tasted just as good as you looked, so I simply can't wait until my gut gets to work, melting you down and absorbing you into my body.”

“He's got a pretty nice set of abs, maybe you'll be lucky enough to wind up there.”

He frowned and poked her gently with his free hand. 'Stop it,' Rikard mouthed. Karla pouted back, 'Fine.'

“Still so sure that answer is a 'no'?” Karla crooned in a sickly-sweet tone. After all the pain and humiliation they'd caused her, she was almost drunk on the sheer satisfaction of payback.

“I always knew you were a freak!”

“Mmm, guess I get to keep them.” Rikard sighed again, “Let's go get you some food, honey; I'm buying since you caught me lunch.”

“We'll scream.”

Karla chuckled quietly. “No,” she whistled the silencing spell, “you won't.” She chuckled again, hear-feeling the muffled thump as her bullies began beating against the hungry flesh once more. “I'll ask again in a few hours if you're still around, maybe you'll have softened up enough by then for a change of mind.” She winked up at Rikard. “Why don't you put your shirt back on, sweetheart? Can't really see them from here, but better safe than sorry.”

He shrugged his shirt on with a grin, patting his gut again. “Now don't go anywhere, you two.”

Karla skipped back and forth between clothing stores, swanning out from the dressing rooms to show off each new outfit that caught her eye. Some of them were absolutely ridiculous and he couldn't help but laugh. He was sprawled lazily on a bench, arm over the back of the seat, mulling thing over. She'd called him her boyfriend, and Rikard wasn't sure if she was serious or if it was just part of her taunting. Both? It could be both, what if it's both? What was he supposed to do with this information?

Every once in awhile, he'd run his hand across his gut; apply just the faintest hint of pressure, and... it set them to flailing all over again, pounding on his stomach wall and sending pleasant vibrations against his hand. They weren't hurt, they weren't going to hurt, so it was perfectly fine to enjoy humiliating someone who used their power to make everyone else miserable, right? Every time Rikard's thoughts strayed in the direction of how afraid they must be, one would start moving again, or he'd catch the hint of their aftertaste on his tongue.

Looking at the large shake in his hand, Rikard drew in a breath and chugged it as fast as he could. He could feel the cool liquid outline his stomach before it finished acclimating to his body temperature. While Karla had been the one to suggest he eat after dealing with her tormentors, the idea sounded better and better as she explained. They'd tested it, even! All he needed was another drink or two, and he should be able to feel them slosh about in his gut from time to time.

Finally, the tiny grew bored with window shopping and paid for her favorite outfits. “Thanks for being so patient with me, sweetheart.”

“Oh, I didn't mind. It's such a pleasant day out.” Rikard discreetly mimed running, then pointed to his gut and shook his fist just once.

Karla grinned toothily, catching his meaning. “I haven't been to the park in awhile, might be nice to wander around, could even tell you a little about its history if that's not too boring for ya.”

“I'll grab us some water.” He winked at her. “Don't want us to get all dried out.”

With a bottle clipped to his belt and Karla's purchases – which, she admitted, were a total splurge, an excuse to talk with Rikard so her bullies would realize how they were barely even an afterthought anymore – stowed in his pocket, he started off around the park at a light jog. The liquid shifted back and forth in his stomach, keeping time with his strides though at a slight delay. If his feet landed on the ground hard enough he could feel two distinct impacts on his stomach wall, and when he rounded each corner sharply, pivoting on the ball of a foot, the weight of the entire contents shifted to one side before slowly oscillating back to equal distribution. With his abdominal muscles as clenched as they were, he highly doubted the tinies' collisions were soft. They're not hurt. I'm just... shaking them up a little, like they're in a blender.

He couldn't wait for dinner. Rikard planned to stuff himself silly, because the bullies would have to constantly struggle out of the shapeless mass his stomach would compact all the food into. And, since they'd be in the privacy of his home, he and Karla could devote their full attention to a body temperature dish of revenge.

When they finally headed back home, Karla dashed off to the kitchen to prepare ingredients while Rikard went through a series of stretches. He could feel his stomach contracting around what little was left in it. With most of the water he'd drank now flowing through his intestines, his stomach went back to grumbling, growling outright as the smell of cooking filled the kitchen. The hungry gurgles rippled through his abdomen, growing quieter and less frequent during their meal. Karla smirked knowingly at each echoing sound.

Finally, when he couldn't eat another bite, Rikard pushed his plate away and slumped in his chair with a groan. There was only faint wriggling coming from the tinies trapped within his stomach now.

Karla picked her way across the table, grinning manically. “Hel-loooo?” She knocked teasingly against his abdomen. “Anyone still alive in there?”

Rikard patted his taut belly. “Yeah, they're tough little morsels; I think you're right about them being destined for muscle.”

Karla draped herself across his stomach, pressing her ear against his bare flesh. “Ooh, it sounds pretty busy. They're really putting your gut through its paces, huh?” She sighed happily, closing her eyes. “I probably should give you one last chance to beg for your lives, but honestly? Falling asleep to the sounds of you slowly dissolving is just what I need right now. I'll rest easy knowing that two sorry sacks of skin are finally getting put to good use. Mmm,” she purred, opening one eye to study Rikard, “but don't worry, sweetheart, I'll still love you even though you're building them into your body.”

Her taunting was making him more and more uncomfortable, so he shook his head firmly with a frown, mouthing 'enough', and she scowled back. And yet... he couldn't drop the act just yet. They needed to apologize.

“Sorry, honey, but you know I don't like sleeping on my back.” Rikard held up one finger, trying to convey that he was only asking her to rein it in a little, rather than ruin the charade outright. “I'll let you listen first thing in the morning; hopefully they'll have just a few more gurgles left in them for you to enjoy.”

“Ten more minutes?” she whined, pouting mightily, “It sounds like it was just getting to the good part.”

“Fine,” Rikard conceded, rolling his eyes.

“You're the best!” Karla beamed and gave him a double thumbs-up.

He snorted a laugh, feeling it jostle the contents of his gut, and shook his head good-naturedly. It was hard to feel self-conscious around someone just as thrilled as he was; what's more, Karla was even weirder about it all! She'd gone back to humming happily to herself and was gently massaging his belly in a long sweeping motion. “Heh, I'll make it twenty minutes if you keep that up.”

“Mmm, sounds good to me.” A stream of burbles rippled inside his stomach and the borrower woman added with a cackle, “Literally!”

Nineteen minutes later Rikard let out a loud yawn. “Alright, bedtime for both of us.” Shambling towards the bedroom, he kept rubbing at his stomach, wincing at how bloated he was. Absolutely worth it, but still. Not remotely comfortable.

He flopped face down on his bed with a contented sigh. Even though his actual preferred position would have still given Karla ample opportunity to listen, the flurry of motion deep in his gut told him that his idea had been a good one. “Ugh, would you two brats settle down already? Haven't you realized already that it's useless to resist and that even your most valiant attempts at fighting are only reminding me of my exotic and delicious lunch? Give up, digestion's inevitable.”

Rikard worked his hand between him and the bedsheets to run his knuckled fist over his gut, adding to the constant and chaotic churning of food and tiny bullies. “C'mon, I'll even help you out and stop moving around. Just lie down and go to sleep; never waking up's gotta be a better way to go than experiencing the pain of slowly boiling down by stomach acid. You're going to be feeling yourselves start to liquefy, everything burning as your flesh softens and pulls away from your bones; you won't stop feeling it until your nerves are digested completely.” He smirked, “No one will know if you surrender at this point and, let me tell you, I know from experience that I'd still sleep like a baby even if you did manage to keep fighting for awhile. Your choice, really; I win either way.” Rikard sighed happily and shifted his weight to his other side, chuckling. “Thanks for being so delicious.”

When he woke at dawn, Rikard was on his back, one arm resting over his gut and the other flopped over his face. Everything was still and quiet. Not for long, he grinned, reaching over and gently wobbling the dresser-slash-bed his tiny friend was using. He rolled out of bed, the pressure on his belly apparently waking up the other two tinies, who poked his stomach wall almost... cautiously?

“Oh?” Rikard prodded his stomach, not feeling bloated anymore now that his actual supper had been digested. “I see you noticed you're not dead. So here's how it works – you are going to remain trapped in my gut until Karla finally gets that apology. The same magic keeping you alive is the same one warding me against any spell you might try to use. You're not going to run out of food or water, but the source is, of course-” Rikard looked across to Karla and smirked, “-only my chewed-up 'leftovers'. So if you're still giving my friend the silent treatment, I get to continue enjoying having eaten you.”

He rested his hand on his stomach. They'd quit moving around and he assumed he had their full attention. “That thing about my village? Yeah that wasn't a lie; live tinies really were a delicacy back then, and had any other person swallowed you, you'd have been mush by dusk. I didn't want things to end so soon, so I managed to find a magus willing to help a predator out. This way I can keep little snacks like you to myself until I've had my fun. And I like feeling you squirm about in there, soaked in semi-digested food, so by all means keep it up.”

Both of Karla's eyebrows shot up. “Oh really?” she purred quietly, “'Squirming'? I'll have to keep that in mind for next time.”

He flushed, unable to deny how amazing her idea sounded. “So are you finally ready to apologize or do you need a few more days of marinating in digestive juices?” He felt a very hesitant prod to the front of his stomach. Raising an eye skeptically, Rikard asked, ���Nuh uh uh, both of you got eaten so both of you need to say sorry.” One of them kicked him – he assumed it was the stubborn one – before a second set of hands joined the first. He glanced at Karla. “Your call, honey.”

She rolled her eyes but whistled as she walked over, climbing onto his outstretched hand and settling on his lap.

“We're sorry,” one said in a raspy voice. It didn't sound familiar, so it must have been the second bully, not the pretentious brat 'Julie'.

“I'm not going to forgive you,” Karla hissed.

“Bitch!” That was Julie. “You promised!”

“I never-” she began to snap, interrupted by Rikard tensing and squashing both tinies between gooey stomach walls.

“Need I remind you that until you have apologized for how you've treated my friend, you're keeping the title of 'snack'. I might even spit you up for a brief minute just to taste you all over again, since you taste so damn good.”

“Fine. I'm sorry.”

“Doesn't sound like it,” Karla said, voice all sickly sweet, “Why don't you try again, one more time, before I decide I'd rather hear some begging a week from now.”

“I-” Her voice wavered, cracking and breaking, “I'm sorry!”

She sighed, annoyed, and whistled. “Good enough, I guess. Sit tight while I figure out the wording for your Oaths.”

“That can wait until after I've had a talk with whoever's responsible for discipline at Maven.”

“Cool,” Karla waved at him. “See you later, then.”

“No,” Rikard said in a sternly warning tone, “you're coming, too, even if that means I have to spit up three tinies in front of your headmaster.”

She fumed, but otherwise didn't protest as she was scooped up and deposited in his breast pocket.

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Let me know what you think! :D I always check tags when somebody reblogs my writing.

[magentamarie]

I cant see what the emojis for the vore ask memes are so I'll just say DO THEM ALL

Ohhhh boy that’s a lot of asks,, but ok!!! I will then do them all and uhh since I don’t have a muse I’ll just reply as myself!!

Pred asks

💀- Does your muse usually digest their prey?

Rarely!!! Unless the prey asks for it and there’s always reformation after it cause I’m not a big fan of fatal, but yeah I do enjoy it as long as the prey wants

😔 - Does your muse often feel regret after eating prey?

Not really,, prey are tasty,, and usually I prefer at least somewhat willing prey so!!

🥔 - Does your muse prefer lazy, fat prey?

Not really, all preys are valid and tasty :)c

🥠 - Your muses’ thoughts on eating a snack after eating someone?

YES it’s especially good if there’s like, a bit of domination play/a bit of demeaning like ‘you’re just my food uwu’

⛔ - How many people can your muse eat before they’re full?

Uhhhhhhhhhhhh no idea???

❤️ - Tell us about a great experience your muse has had with vore!

Doing RPs with my friends!!

🖤 - Tell us about a horrible experience your muse has had with vore!

No idea lol I’ve got a few but yeah I try not to focus on that

❓ - Where does your muse gain most of their weight after digesting prey?

Depends on the prey’s preferences I guess, I’m really more into pleasing prey/subbes when I pred/domme so :shrug:

💭 - Does your muse experience stomach rumbles or burps after eating someone?

Maybe, only if I know the prey is into it though :)c

💬 - What does your muse usually do after eating someone?

A Big Old Food Coma

Prey asks

🗯️ - How does your muse feel about being digested?

👍👍👍 I do usually prefer safe non digestion vore BUT if there’s reformation I really like it too,, especially with domination play

💛 - What sort of pred does your muse like?

sfqjk Probably a gentle yet kind of controlling pred, like nice and protective but also dominating,

🌧️ - Does your muse like to use a pred’s stomach as a ‘safe place’ to vent emotion?

Yes Yes Yes Yes, that’s my main reason for liking vore, as a person with ADHD it’s really soothing to me to imagine I could be in a safe place, surrounded by A Friend and in warmth and darkness

📚 - How many times has your muse been digested or inside a pred’s stomach?

Countless times sdfhbqdfq

📦 - Does your muse ever hide away in a pred’s stomach to avoid paying for certain things?

What is this question,, I wish tho

🤭 - Your muses’ thoughts on gentle, caring preds?

👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍

😡 - Your muses’ thoughts on mean, cruel preds?

Depends on my mood! Rarely but I won’t always say no

💤 - Does your muse like to sleep inside a pred’s stomach?

👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍

🔔 - Is your muse a ‘squirmer,’ or a ‘cuddler?’

Cuddler all the way, I love being close and happy to my pred and friends,,

👐 - If your muse is not the one inside a pred’s belly, do they enjoy rubbing it for them?

Yes :)c

(also how do you tag asks,)

[fangaddict]

Vore headcannons pt. 1

Heyo!! So imma ramble about some headcannons I have about my favorite podcast while I work on another fic,hopefully I won't take months to finsh this one.

Michael(dis//tor//tion)

Pred,definitely 100% pred. I can’t see it being anything else. Maybe every once in a blue moon it might be prey but I don't see it happening tbh. If it did the taste would change every taste.

Teeth change a lot: sometimes they are all sharp fangs, and other times, they are blunt. Size is also inconsistent,varying from small to large teeth.

Can hypnotize you

Stomach will sometimes be a hammerspace type of deal,this is also at random

Very teasing,mostly asks before gobbling you up because getting you to admit you want to be eaten makes it proud

Definitely uses noms as a love language

While it will ask,saying no will probably not exclude you from noms. It is not opposed to using force

Sometimes if you're eaten by it and you two are not already in its hallways,it's throat leads to the hallways instead of its stomach

The actual stomach of it is also inconsistent, changing from very active and loud to quiet and relaxed

Honestly it doesn't really care about taste or how filling the 'meal' is,just how nicely you slide down and the general feeling of you in there

Ngl kinda possessive,definitely the best one to go to if you are getting chased

Can either swallow you whole with no problem or will shrink you down and gobble you up.depend on it's mood

Jon

Definitely very prey leaning,he's a lil blorbo. A perfect snack. He could also be pred but it's more likely for him to be prey.

Tastes like chocolate or coffee

Also kinda an observer sometimes,typically if multiple prey are involved he prefers to be last just so he can watch the others go down

Now on to pred hcs, Jon is a nervous pred at first. He won't be the one to ask,you gotta ask him first.

After the first shock in his system,he's extremely careful with you. He will take it easy and ask how you feel every step.

Once you are tucked in depending on how you are feeling he will either go back to work or just rest there with a hand over his middle either to comfort you or protect you.if you are fine its the first option,if your mood changes however he will quickly switch to the second option for you. Even if you don't tell him,he will know.

Oddly protective of you once you're down,the slightest hint of danger he is ready to throw hands.

If you're someone close to him(cough cough martin) he actually might tease you a bit if he's in the mood. This is rare however.

He will definitely shrink you down before eating you,preferably bite sized.

Martin

A solid switch,he can nom or be nommed. He honestly doesn't ask for either unless it's a special situation,however if you ask he will happily do either.

Tastes like chamomile tea or strawberry

Definitely has a bit more weight and fills you out a bit as he's a bit chubby. <3

Will comfort other prey that go down with him,and typically goes first to show them its safe.

In a scenario where he asks for it either he needs comfort or he wants to comfort you.

Pred Martin time bb, mother hen pred hands down

If you ask for it,he will spoil you rotten. You will not know peace,unless that's what you ask for.

You better take care of yourself or he will pester you into it.

Very considerate of you and will not do anything until you are absolutely ready.

If he notices you feeling down expect to be asked if nomming would help.

Also he will also protect you with noms

Will also shrink you down at least enough to get you down.

[wipstoriesandart]

W.I.P. Chapter 10

Sorry it took so long, I have a few other chapters already wrote out just have to find time to type it out. ____________________ Mady Made her way back to her apartment. Her purse had not been large enough to carry the Bed boxes, clothing, and toys. So the Shelter had provided her with a toat. “Madam, i assure you such extravagance were unessasarry,” Alpha sighed from her shoulder looking upon the bags once more.

“I know they were not necessary, but i thought this stuff might help make my home more like your home to,” She smiled. “I’m sure i could have acquired the needed items for the pups and i,” He looked at the new plastic carrier in her arms ware Stretch and Button slept. “I’m more than sure you could have, but i wanted to help. After all you’ve done so much for the boys already when keeping them safe on the streets I don't see any harm in me getting you all some basics,” She shrugged feeling everything she got was justifiable. “Ordering a Large cat house styled activity center, dishware, signing Alpha up for a Bitty Book club, and a full on wardrobe for all three of us, despite your sewing abilities, that all counts as basics?” Stretch asked from his “sleeping” spot without opening his eyes. “Ok so i lavished a bit. But if it ends up no one likes the bitty tree i'm sure we can find someone to buy it. Plus i need to practice making cloths again and from the ones i bought i can get some patterns, plus you three will need something to wear in the meantime.” “Just try not to spend what you can’t afford to get. I do not want you wasting Money you worked so hard to get,” Alpha sounded as if he were disappointed. “I spent it on you three, yout three needed these things. So it wasn't a waist. Though i'm surprised Button didn't get meany toys.” She looked down at the sleeping Bitty child. “He was far more happy to have been able to visit others like us, and thrilled over the cloths. Plus he already has a plethora at home,” Alpha stated. “True, I still thought he would want more than just a teddy bear his size.” She gave a partial frown as she entered her apartment building. Snow gave a happy wave as Maddy approached her. “Miss. Drake do you need anything?” She held her smile as she gave a nod in greeting to Alpha, who returned the nod like bow. “Sort of. I ordered a Bitty activity center. It was to big for me to carry so it will be delivered here. I still have a few errands to run but was wondering if i left my key with you if you wouldn't mind letting them up the elevator?” Snow’s ears perked up, “Oh! Of course!” she smiled. “Thanks snow, i'm going to drop this stuff off up stairs then i will bring you the keys.” Maddy placed the items she had gotten, at least in the areas they were meant for the clothing and bed boxes in the bitty room, along with the books she got for alpha and extra bedding she purchased She placed a few extra teddy's she got Button on his bed, she managed to sneak them into the basket while he was playing with a foot tall Papy Mini-marrow. With the extra items free from her purse the carrier case fit snugly inside she opened the top so if button or Stretch wished they could come out should they wake or chose to look out.  She took a small dolly cart she had purchased to help mostly with laundry or for helping to bring up items to much for herself to carry. She dropped off the key with Snow and looked upon the list as she walked. Everything alpha had put for supplies he or the other two would need had been brought along with far more than he asked. Only thing left was food shopping. Upon reaching the grocery store she left her empty baggies and dolly cart with the cashier as she always did on their very rare days she would go shopping. She set her purse holding the carrier into the shopping cart seat ment for children, making sure it was safe  and unlikely to fall over. Button was still curled up asleep beside Stretch. Maddy placed Alpha in beside them as she looked over the list. “There are a lot of fruit and Veggies on this list…. I thought you ate raw meat?” Maddy questioned heading to the fresh produce area. “Yes i do need raw meat, i still enjoy a salad and fresh fruit. But given what i seen of your old diet. I made a weekly meal plan that should be easily enough to fallow. And given your work schedule I plan on making them. And i refuse to feed my pack junk.” He seemed very adamant about on the subject. “Alright… though i hope your weekly meal plan accounts for Bi-weekly pizza night alternating taco pizza and sausage-mushroom,” she started picking up different veggies and fruits all that were on the list, even a large 10 lbs of potatoes… though she hadn't bought them in a long time she did know somewhat of how to tell if food was ripe or not. Alpha gave a single nod in approval, “yes i can accommodate for that. Two pizza’s a month should be pred out enough not to be come to unhealthy.” “Your really going to take turns Mamma?” Button sat up rubbing his eyes. “Of course. I told you we can get it once in a while, So now we each can have the pizza we like once a month,” she spoke as she examined the green peppers. Maddy caught sight of a woman staring her and her cart down. With a Glaring stare Maddy slowly pushed her cart further down the aisle. She didn't know that woman and didn't like how she was staring. Maddy was nearing the end of the fresh produce section, but let out a groan as it seemed the woman didn't get the hint and was now walking toward them. She scooped up alpha and set him in the carrier with Button and Stretch. “Mother what's wrong?” Button asked hugging Alpha. But before Maddy could answer the woman was there. “Do you have a Bitty in there?” She gave a smile that reminded Maddy of the plastic debutantes on beauty pageants. “Three. Is there something i can help you with?” Maddy had a expression of less than pleasantry. She was not in the mood to deal with people. She didn't take her eyes off the woman as she closed the carrier hatch roof blocking the three from the woman's sight. The Woman smiled, “Well my sweet little Yanny is an only bitty,” Her pristeen makeup and flawlessly done hair only added to Maddy’s irritation, and the overly perfumed area was not helping ether. “Well good for them,” Maddy attempted to walk away but the woman put a hand upon the shopping cart holding it in place. “He is such a sweetheart,” She smiled at Maddy beaming as if waiting for Maddy to respond to a unasked question. After a moment of Maddy’s eye twitching and the idiot woman just smiling at her Maddy asked, “Lady, What Exactly do you want?” her patients were wearing very thin. “What do you mean?” she looked agasped and confused as if maddy asked if she ate babies. “I mean nothing of my demeanor should have read “Please-come-over-i-care-to-waste-my-time-talking-to-an-idiot” I try to walk away you grab ahold of my cart. Look i work double shifts down at the hospital, my free days are few and far between. I don't like wasting my free time babbling and chucking like a chicken. I have shopping to get done so unless you have something useful or actually worth my time. Let. Go. of My Cart. So i may finish shopping.” The woman let go of Her cart to place her hand over her chest in a gasp, someone snorted though who went unseen as maddy took the opportunity to walk off, letting out a mutter of idiotic Morning people. “Mamma.. That wasn't nice…” Button muttered. “True, But she had a point. That lady was a stranger and had no right to hold onto the cart and try to keep her there like that.” Maddy smiled, “Nice to know i have your approval in that Stretch.” Finishing the list quickly, grabbing a few Microwave meals to take with her to work. In the check out, Maddy seen the Woman checking out. She stuck her nose up in the air with a hurummf, before paying and leaving. Thankfully the walk back was uneventful, though Alpha Insisted upon sitting on her Shoulder for a better vantage point again. “Ugh, I’m getting a headache , You boys mind if we stop at a coffee shop on the way home?” “What is so great about a coffee shop?” Stretch asked. “Well they have different coffees, and types of drinks, even Muffins and some baked goods. The one i like even has ice cream for milk shakes, sandwiches and soups,” Maddy explained. Alpha was silent on the matter. “I want some ice cream!” Button called. “I’m sure Alpha had dinner planned so i don't think we can stay long, but i don't think a cup of coffee and a bit of ice cream would take to long.” She was thankful she didn't splurge on the freezer goods as she walked up to the orders here counter. “I’ll have a Grasshopper Mochachino, and a trial size cup of ice cream with three small spoons of… What flavor do you boys want to try?” “I-i’ve never been aloud ice cream…” Button looked nervous… “Me ether,” stretch shrugged. Maddy didn't notice the man looking very confused as she talked into her purse, “well then why not try vanilla this time? Then if you boys like it we can try another flavor next time?” “OK!” button exclaimed vibrating happily. “One try me sized vanilla,” Maddy smiled to the Barista who seemed rather spooked but quickly got the small cup. Maddy paid for the drink and took a seat. She opened the carrier and helped Button out smiling as Stretch also climbed onto her hand. “Madam… are such sweets necessary?” Alpha asked teleporting beside the two. “Maybe not necessary. But the boys did behave well at the shelter. Plus it does have a lot of calcium in it. So not only is it a treat but it can help with the order Doc gave,” She smiled. He sighed in defeat, “Very well Madam.” Maddy watched smiling as Button took one of the spoons and a small poke of a dot of the ice cream and licked, his eye pupil turning into a heart shape. “It's cold!” he explained. “It is. It's a frozen sweet cream… though i think they add a few other ingredients,” Stretch was just as cautious at first, but then seemed to enjoy it as he ate, He wasn’t as visually thrilled as button though, as the younger bitty seemed to be getting more on him then in him. Maddy’s drink was brought to her in a to go cup, as she watched the cute sight before leaving. …. It was a mistake. The ice cream was a Massive Mistake. Button not only was covered in ice cream causing Maddy to need to clean the inside of the carrier, but the small bitty was bouncing around wanting to play fight, talk a mile a moment, and poor stretch was groaning from a stomach ache. “Maddy!” Snow greatted happily. “Oh! Snow hi.” She paused though felt she should get the boys home. “They delivered your package, Is everything alright? You look ready to sprint..” “I gave the boys ice cream and it seems the ice cream isn't agreeing with Stretch, and Button is-” “Mamma … i don't feel so well…” the noise that followed caused Maddy to cringe. “-is in need of a bath…” Maddy finished. “Oh my… well here is your key. I won't keep you,” She looked at the carrier pitifully. “Thanks snow. Oh and if you have time later on, I need to get a few recommendations on stores where i can get the boys some magic infused Foods, The doctor at the shelter suggested for the boys diet.” The rabbit Monster’s ears perked right back up, “Oh of course dear! I’d even be willing to take you one of these days.” She smiled handing Maddy her key. “That sounds great, thanks. And i'm sorry to just dart off.” Maddy apologized. “Oh no worries” the rabbit woman assured as Maddy darted to the elevator. As soon as they got into the apartment, alpha turned into his larger size and took the carrier from Maddy, He pulled each of the two out and set them gently on the counter as he started the water. “I will clean the pups up Madam,” Alpha gave a nod as he set to work, Maddy felt guilty and useless but a thought came to mind and she quickly went to the bathroom. Then darted to the Bitty room. Gathering pajamas for each of the two. And Brought them to the kitchen. “Um… Alpha?” her voice was quiet and unsure. He looked over at her confused. “I brought some sleepwear for the boys. And put a hot water bottle under their bedding. I don't fully know if it will help them but i know it helps me when i get an upset stomach.” Alpha looked at the cloths in her hand then to her face and her worried expression he lowered his hand and cupped her face lifting it up to bring their foreheads together. “That is wonderful. Thank you Madam.” He gently nuzzled her before taking the cloths and setting them aside. To keep from going stir crazy, Maddy began putting away the food trying to be as organized as she could. “Mamma,” Button called out for her weakly. “Yes Baby?” Her attention snapped to him. “Can Stretch and i sleep in your bed with you?” Alpha had cleaned and dressed them, but was waiting for her reply. “Of course you can sugar skull. Does stretch want to go thought? I don't want to stress-” “It's fine,” he bit out, almost irritably. “Well alright then, i’ll go get the heating pad i put in your room and bring it to mine.” Maddy was quick to set up their bedding and hot water bottle into her own bed. “Madam, i'm sure you're tired, perhaps you would like to dress for bed as well,” Alpha suggested a pair of Pj’s sitting upon her bed, “I will wake you when it’s time to eat.” “Thank you Alpha,” she took the cloths and changed in the bedroom. She opened the Medicine cabinet to grab pills for later on, only to find… they were gone. Her sleeping pills were missing. “Madam?” Alpha called from outside the door. “Ya just second Alpha… I'm just looking for something,” had she misplaced them? She could have sworn the bottle was near full… strange. “Madam?” ALpha had teleported into the room. “I can’t seem to find a bottle of pills i had, i use them to help me sleep.  I was going to set them on my nightstand for later. But the whole Bottle is gone.” “I am aware of those poisons and their absence,” he gave a single nod. “Oh? Did you move them?” She asked, again a nod from Alpha, “Oh ok, Well ware did you put them?” She felt a bit calmer knowing she hand forgotten ware she placed them. “I destroyed them,” He stood his arms behind his back reminiscent of a military “at ease” pose. Maddy blinked unsure she heard that right, “Y-you destroyed them?” again a nod, “Why? I need those to help with my weird sleep schedule.” “If i recall Madam, you only had a strange sleep schedule due to how much you worked. And only worked so much so you didn't have to come back to an empty Den. I’m sure you are more responsible than to leave your den and pack for as long as you claimed,” He spoke almost Matter of fact, “Besides i am more than confident in my tea and aroma methods, but should they falter…” He closed his eyes with a huff as if the words were painful to say, “i will get you more of that filth.” She paused frowning, “Alpha, as i'm sure you felt yourself justified in your actions. Next time you go to get rid of something of mine, that I do not deem garbage will you please ask me first? Or at least check to make sure if it can be tossed out. I'm willing to make changes and compromises but i do not appreciate a decision like that being made for me without having a say in it.” Alpha stood taking in what she said his eyes having shown ralization upon her getting near to the end of her rant, “My deepest apologies Madam,” He gave a bow, “I had not meant to rob you of your choice. I will try to be more considerate of such things in the future.” he gave another bow. “Thank you,” she walked back into her room and laid down near Button and Stretch. Before to long Button had moved and curled up within the crook of her neck. Alpha watched as the three rested Once he was sure all three were asleep he seat out to search once more. ___________________ Next First Previous

[tastyliltina]

Nom, Mmm, picky, amd bro for the vore ask

Nom:  How do you feel about preds giving you a little nibble or two (not enough to hurt, though)?  

~My feelings towards it are...confusing.  I don’t mind it??  however, it’s rare I actually enjoy it.  It’s not my...favorite thing but I’m not going to fuss too much if it happens.  

Usually I only “like” it when I’m in a really angsty/bad mood, tbh.  

Now using your teeth to pick me up or carry me, I’m down with that 11/10.  ;;0;; 

Mmm:  Have preds ever told you what you taste like?  Do you have any clue how you taste to predators?

~I’ve been told fruity and like coffee so...I guess it depends??  Usually it pertains closely to what I showered with, tbh.  I will say...occasionally I’ll seek out bath washes that entice certain preds because...y’know, it’s nice to be a proper treat every once and a while.  -w-;;

Picky:  If you had to pick anyone you knew or looked up to to swallow you, what person would that be and why?

~Tbh??  Probably Ollie ( @princesaltines), since they know me and what I’m okay with...also they wouldn’t judge me too harshly for running up and demanding they eat me.  ;;w;;”””

Bro:  Do certain friends swallow you to show affection?

~Again, gotta give this to Ollie, since they’re p much my only pred friend--.  They kinda slurp me for affection, protection, and the occasional playfulness.  =w=;;; They’re the best pred, 11/10 adore them aaaAAA

Feel free to ask more questions!! ;w; 

[midar1]

okay but like top 5 h/c hockey headcanons you have?? ik it's weird

!!! don’t worry this isn’t weird at all i always love talking abt my favorite ships so this is gr8 ! also i take that by h/c u mean hurt/comfort? because even better haghgadg i love hurting…..thank u dear 💕 ((also putting these under read more bc LONG)

1. MMM pekka rinne & juuse saros…..like juuse is still a young kid and even though his very level-minded, losses still get to him and he can get quite upset after a tough game but ! peks always knows how to cheer him up. he cooks juuse’s favorite dish, cuddles him afterwards (or lets juuse cuddle him, whatever juuse wants that time) etcetc. AND if juuse indicates he’s in That Mood when they get back from the game, peks is happy to deliver all the….pounding juuse wants/needs, with cuddling afterwards of course :’)

2. ROMAN AND SHEA tbh i’ll never shut up about them. h/c is kind of….inevitable with them now after what happened but hey i’m rolling with it. first, after the trade, things r really difficult for them. they got to be together at the world cup and they’re trying to live that time to the fullest (with uh, victory sex after the final w/ roman wearing shea’s team canada jersey (again)) but then the NHL season starts and suddenly roman is back in nashville but shea is in montreal. and maybe they don’t talk for a long while then. they try and try and try but distance is difficult and the calls get more and more rare. then comes january and the preds play the habs at home, and roman&shea fully meet again and it’s……there’s tears and apologizes and promises they’ll try harder to keep what they have alive. and also probably the best sex they’ve ever had. and then, they still miss each other, but things get better. shea learns how to use face time, roman plans a trip to montreal on bye week etcetc. and they just…..learn to work w the conditions given

3. esa lindell…and john klingberg…..the pale boyfriends….idk i havent thought abt that many h/c headcanons for them yet (mostly it’s just…..well) but ! sally provided me w some AUs and like…..i can just think of them as the couple that first are the bestest of best friends ever who then end up together after a drunken kiss the other one forgets about, but the other doesn’t. and there’s all this drama and the one who remembers (…esa..) is acting all weird because he’s realizing he has feelings for john but he has no idea if that kiss actually meant smth or not…..and later john finds out from a friend what happened, and he just…..realizes and goes straight to esa and kisses him and afterwards they’re just this giggly happy mess!!

4. patrik laine…and nikolaj ehlers….. w all the criticism etc. patrik faces, even though he mostly takes it well it sometimes gets to him a lil. and nikolaj notices it right away when patrik’s feeling upset and he, maybe without asking or saying, sets up a movie night for them and orders in patrik’s favorite food bc he knows patrik loves their movie nights. he doesn’t pressure him into talking abt whatever is on his mind but if patrik decide’s to talk he’ll listen, and cuddle afterwards if patrik wants to

5. ok im unwilling to let go of ships that basically dont have Any new content coming in anymore but damn do i still love nuge and gabbe together. like they bonded so well at the draft, spent the best summer ever together and then had to be separated. they know it’s what they basically signed up for, but they’re still young so distance sucks for them n they miss each other a lot. they face time as much as they can and playing each other is a true blessing and they do everything to enjoy those moments as much as they can. every reunion is so special to them and as they mature and grow they learn to handle the relationship better and just…..they just make stuff work even though separation is always tough for them