#teasing prey

[lycanluxurydining]

Heres two doodles made by LadyFrutilla of Cash with Jeanne, her Lamia. She had ended up eating too much and they all were trapped in her human stomach, so hes teasing her cause he knows she can't do anything about it rn. d:

[voracious-trashcan]

[conditioned-to-obey]

Dominant in the way the livestock guardian dog to it's flock is dominant. Blood stains my muzzle, though my bite does not know the taste of a single lamb. When the day is done, my flock tucks in for the cold night but I do not sleep. I lick the sweet faces of the ewes and carry on my nightly duties as guardian of the gentle. For whom, I would lay down my life. Defending from beast and brother alike. Until copper rivers bloom upon pale snow, taking with it him or I. But for now I lay still and harmless at their feet. Content to watch them graze spring grass while the little lambs play and bleat.

[lesbianoms]

Vore Teasing in Public

When the prey is un-nommed:

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

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

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

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

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

When the prey has been nommed:

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

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

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

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

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

When the surrounding people are being nosy:

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

“You wanna feel? They’re kicking <3”

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

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

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

[dreamingticklee]

i just wanna be your sweet little tickle prey 🙈

[beeg-bark]

lying on the bed forcing yourself to keep still to see just how much pain you can tolerate as they're slowly raking their claws down your back and they get close and go "you're taking the pain so well, such a good boy" and uhhh your brain shuts off??? uhhh yeagh >>>>>> definitely one of the sensory experiences ever of all time thank you, absolutely bluescreened my brain

[conditioned-to-obey]

If we aren't taking a walk through the woods at night and howling at the full moon together like a pair of bonded feral dogs, what are we even doing?

[lesbianoms]

Oof I’m in an “unwilling” vore mood… there’s just something so hot about being taken advantage of by a gorgeous woman who’s bigger and stronger than me. Her petting my hair and shushing my whimpers as she pulls off my clothes, kissing my neck~

And she knows I want this. Deep down, even if I’m frightened or I’m struggling in her gentle yep firm grasp, she knows this has always been what I’ve wanted. To be tummy fat, peacefully gurgling away, plumping up a MILF middle…

“Shh, shhh…” she soothes, caressing my mostly naked body as she kisses me all over, getting a taste of what’s to come. “It’s alright. You’re being such a good girl for me… mmmm, such a good meal~”

I let out a little yelp of fear as she licks the side of my face from behind. And before long she’s gulping me down headfirst, each thick swallow reverberating off of the bedroom walls, my muffled moaning and pleading mixing with the sounds of her belly as I’m pulled deep inside her. I’m flailing my legs helplessly until she slurps them up like noodles, and makes that final swallow~

And then, just like that, I’m curled up inside her stomach, awaiting digestion. No longer my own person. Just live food that will melt into mush, and fade away into a soft belly bulge. But she never forgets for a moment that I AM a person.

“Ooh, honey ��️… you make me feel soooo full… oh darling, thank you for this. You really know how to satisfy a woman~”

Back on the outside, my pred hums softly with a warm smile, patting my form and letting out a deep, unladylike BUUUOORRP as the walls hug me. She croons in response to my muffled voice, apologizing… but she’s not really sorry <3

I incoherently beg for… god, I’m not sure anymore. Because my sensations are overwhelmed with how squishy and wet and warm everything is in there… and it’s g-getting hard to think… clearly… am I getting… softer….?

Hours later, when I’m just a shapeless mass bulging off her middle, making her stomach whine and gurgle as it continues to work on me, she still has her hands on me. Rubbing, petting, moaning…

“YoooOURRRP!! … ah~ excuse me… You’re amazing 💕”

Between her praises, she belches up my soaked panties. They rest on the top of her belly as I continue to digest away. And, unbeknownst to her… they’re not just wet from the stomach juices~ <3

I may have been denying it at first, but we both knew that in the end, I would give into my desires… 💖

[princesaltines]

guilty pleasure

[gt-preys]

Thinking about a pred sneaking up on their prey and just like pressing their nose into their back between their shoulders to breath them in. Then their face moves up so their lips can brush the prey's ear.

"You really are too tempting~"

[nompunhere]

concept: pred posting pics of their prey in everyday situations and captioning/tagging it "serving suggestion." send post

[puppyboycy]

I wanna be teased while playing a horror game.. Maybe a vibrator in my boy pussy while they watch me squirm. They turn it up when the game starts getting intense, my frightened screams blending into moans. I get so noisy when playing scary games, i can only imagine how i'd be if i was being teased. How i'd pant when being chased, scared and turned on at the same time

If i was playing dbd, i'd squirm and wiggle once I'm hooked, hoping you'll turn it up until a teammate saves me.. Begging you to fill me up instead. Just hoping for some release.

[fellhellion]

can persona fans ever be normal about fat people. will persona fans ever be normal about fat people. can persona the series ever be normal about fat characters.

[rosetyler42]

Some fun playing off the idea of Ericka stealing Drac's cape and him chasing her for it after she refused to give it back. ("Sorry, Snuggle-bat. It's mine now.") Kind of a fun play on the usual monster-human chase.

From @lovelylivelyv

"I love this! Ericka looks so good in that outfit! And it’s giving me “flying table scene” vibes"

And Me:

"I came up with it for the "I didn't realize how warm humans were" cuddling pics a while back and it's kind of stuck since it's a good casual outfit and both fits Ericka's 30s and Sailor aesthetics. Not to mention it kinda syncs up with Simon later on.

I didn't think of that but you're RIGHT! It kind of makes sense though. Not only from just a "dracula playfully chasing a human around" aspect but also...Both Drac and Ericka are normally two of the most conscientious and hard working people you'd ever meet. Even though Ericka isn't as uptight as Drac can be, they're often the mature leaders of the group...EXCEPT when you get the two of them alone together, in which case they start playing with eachother like a couple of dorky children. Normally started by Ericka somehow. XD As Fae has said, they help the other relax and have fun, bringing out the other's more playful side. There's also alot of similarities between Ericka and Johnny personality-wise. She's not as reckless as he can be, but she's impulsive and playful and got a bit of an adventurous thrill-seeker streak that wants to try almost everything."

@black-ak9 @serial-serializednovelreader @hotelt-resurrection @deathfangirl9 @heartsong1994 @kittyball23 @wingingfromthezing @ebevkisk

[urfavoritewriter]

All-Inclusive

A personal story where I indulge in some of the things I like, needed to write a lil thing after the comms.

Content: M/M Vore, Oral Vore, Casual Vore, Teasing, Prey POV, Head-First Swallowing, Belly Bulge, Belly Rubs, Burping, Dom/Prey Dynamics, Tight Stomach, Digestion Implied, Foodplay Themes, Public Vore, Pred/Prey, Power Dynamics, Size Difference, Belly Play

You weren’t supposed to be here.

The invitation came at the last minute—your co-worker, Steve, bailing on the cruise the day before it set sail. You figured it’d be a nice break from the usual grind, maybe even a chance to unwind for once. But now, standing awkwardly in the corner of the cruise buffet with a half-eaten bread roll in hand, you’re wondering if this was a mistake. The other guests are all annoyingly tanned and carefree, laughing too loud, drinking too much, while you hover on the outskirts, hoping to blend in.

And then he walks in.

He looks like every guy who’s way too comfortable on vacation—open Hawaiian shirt barely clinging to his broad shoulders, linen shorts sitting low on his hips, and a pair of aviators perched on his nose even though you’re indoors. His bare chest glistens slightly, either from the heat or leftover pool water, and his stomach... well, it’s impossible to ignore. A soft roundness presses against his waistband—bigger than just a food baby but not quite a beer belly—making it clear that he’s spent more time at the buffet than the gym lately.

You keep staring. You can’t help it. The lazy, swollen curve of his belly, the way it subtly bounces with each step, it’s weirdly... captivating. You pretend to look away every time his head turns, but after a while, it’s obvious you’ve been caught.

“The fuck you lookin' at, man?” His voice cuts through the noise of the buffet, sharp but casual, his tone more annoyed than curious. He raises an eyebrow, tugging his shirt open a little more and tilting his head. “You got a problem or somethin’? Keepin’ an eye on me like I stole somethin’.”

You blink, startled. “What? No, I wasn’t—”

“Bullshit,” he cuts you off, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He pats his belly lazily, making it jiggle just enough to draw attention. “You been eye-fuckin’ this gut since I walked in. What, jealous or somethin'?”

Heat crawls up your neck. “I wasn’t—”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He rolls his eyes, brushing past you to load up his plate with more food. You think that’s the end of it—just another awkward interaction to forget about. But when he comes back, plopping down at the table next to yours, he’s not done.

“Got you curious, huh?” he says through a mouthful of shrimp. He leans back in his chair, letting his gut poke out even further. “What, this?” He pats his stomach again, louder this time, grinning as he catches you glancing at it. “Yeah, buffet did me in real good. You like it or somethin’, weirdo?”

You sputter, unsure how to respond. “I-I wasn’t—”

He snickers, clearly enjoying your discomfort. “Nah, you were. Don’t even lie about it.” He leans forward, resting one arm on the table, the other lazily rubbing circles over his belly. “What’s the deal, huh? Ain’t never seen a dude enjoy himself before?”

You try to laugh it off, but the sound dies in your throat when he shifts in his seat, scooting closer. His knee bumps yours under the table, and he smirks, catching the way you stiffen.

“Y’know,” he says, voice dropping a little lower, “if you like it so much, you could always get a closer look.” His grin is sharp, playful, but there’s something dangerous lurking beneath it. “Or... hell, maybe you wanna get inside, yeah? Make yourself useful.”

You blink, heart thudding against your ribs. “What?”

He burps—loud, unapologetic, the sound rumbling out of him like a challenge. He grins afterward, swiping a thumb across his lips. “Ahh, sorry, man. That shrimp’s fightin’ back.” He gives his belly a rough pat, making it jiggle again. “Might need somethin’ heavier to settle it, though. What d’you think?”

You try to back away, but he leans in, crowding you against the table. His stomach presses against your side, soft and warm, trapping you in place. “C’mon now, don’t be shy,” he teases, grinning down at you. “You been starin’ all night. Might as well make it worth your while.”

You try to stammer out a response, but he’s already moving—grabbing the chair beside yours and spinning it around to straddle it, his gut practically resting on your arm now. “What, you think I’m jokin’?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. “Nah, man. I reckon you’d fit just right in here.”

He burps again, this time blowing it right in your face with a laugh. “Whew, you smell that? That’s what’s waitin’ for ya.” He grins as you cough, waving his hand dramatically. “Bet it’ll be nice n’ cozy in there, though. You look like the type that’d enjoy it.”

You try to shift away, but his hand lands on your thigh, heavy and warm, keeping you in place. “Nah, don’t run now,” he murmurs, leaning closer. “Bet you’re wonderin’ what it feels like, huh? Bein’ all snug in there... squished up tight.”

You swallow hard, pulse pounding in your ears. He smirks, clearly seeing the panic in your eyes, and leans back a little, giving his belly a satisfied rub. “You know you want to, man. Might as well admit it.”

Before you can respond, he hooks an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer until your face is nearly pressed into his gut. “There ya go,” he chuckles, giving you a playful shake. “Feel that? That’s where you’re goin’, dude. Right in here.”

His hand slides to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair. “C’mon now, don’t fight it,” he whispers, voice low and teasing. “Gonna swallow you whole, nice n’ easy. Just gotta relax.”

He opens his mouth slightly, letting his tongue flick out as if already tasting you. “Bet you’ll taste better than the shrimp, too.”

He doesn’t waste time. One moment, you’re staring at his smug grin, and the next, his hand is gripping the back of your head, fingers tangled roughly in your hair. He’s not gentle about it—there’s no hesitation. His lips stretch wide, and suddenly, your face is pressed into the slick, wet heat of his mouth.

It’s overwhelming. His tongue slathers across your cheeks, slick and hot, tasting you with broad, lazy strokes. A deep, muffled groan rumbles from his throat, vibrating through your entire skull. You try to squirm, but his hands are firm, holding you steady as he takes his time with each slow, deliberate lick. Every moan feels like satisfaction rolling off him in waves, like he’s savoring you.

Your shoulders bump against his lips next, and his jaw works over you greedily, tugging you in deeper with each wet, heavy gulp. The heat is suffocating—humid and thick, making it hard to breathe as his throat tightens around your face. All you can hear are the squelching sounds of his tongue and the soft, satisfied noises escaping from his chest as he pulls you in inch by inch.

He tries to speak—just once. A garbled, muffled attempt that sounds something like “mmmff…ffuck”—but the words get lost around your body, swallowed up by the slick confines of his mouth. He gives up after that, focusing on the task at hand, each gulp dragging you deeper into the dark, wet tunnel of his throat.

The pressure is intense, your head squeezing further into him with every swallow. His throat ripples around you, muscles working to pull you down, relentless and greedy. You can feel his pulse hammering against your skin, the thrum of it steady and strong as his throat flexes around your shoulders. It’s tight—unbearably tight—and every inch of progress feels like you’re being forced deeper into something inescapable.

His belly gurgles loudly, as if in anticipation, the sound vibrating through you as your head begins to slide past the opening into his gut.

And then, suddenly, you’re in.

The transition is abrupt—one second, your head is squeezed in the tight heat of his throat, and the next, you’re sliding into the slick, churning pit of his stomach. It’s hotter here, wetter too. The walls of his gut press in from every side, slick with juices that coat your skin, thick and warm. You feel something soft brush against your cheek—the remnants of the shrimp he’d devoured earlier, half-digested and floating in the sour broth of his stomach.

The air is thick, sour with the smell of food and digestive acids, and it clings to every breath you manage to steal. His stomach groans deeply, the sound vibrating through the tight space, as if welcoming its newest occupant. It squeezes around your head, kneading you into place like you already belong there.

Outside, the pred grunts with effort, his throat still working to swallow more of you down. The world narrows to the relentless pull of his gut and the humid press of his belly against your body. Your chest is next, sliding past his lips with a wet shlop as he takes another gulp, dragging you deeper.

His moans are louder now, reverberating through your entire body. Each noise is a mix of satisfaction and exertion, a primal sound that makes it clear he’s not just enjoying this—he’s thriving on it. His gut stretches to accommodate you, the skin bulging as more of your body disappears inside. You can feel it growing tighter, pressing you into the mess of half-digested shrimp and thick gastric juices already sloshing around inside.

You try to push back, just on instinct, but it’s no use. His throat is too tight, too determined to let anything go but down. Another wet gulp drags your waist past his lips, and you feel the rest of your body shift, sliding further into the sweltering heat of his gut.

By the time he gets to your thighs, his pace has quickened, each swallow coming more eagerly than the last. He’s lost in it now—every moan, every rumble of his belly a clear sign that he’s fully given in to the pleasure of swallowing you. His throat pulls you down greedily, his hands gripping your legs to guide them in, shoving the last of you inside.

Your legs kick weakly as they slide past his lips, but he just groans, one final, satisfied sound, and tilts his head back with a deep, powerful swallow.

Schlop.

The last of you slips down his throat, and with a loud, contented gulp, you’re gone.

Inside his belly, everything is tight, wet, and sweltering. The stomach walls squeeze you from all sides, pressing you deeper into the mess of food and digestive juices. Every shift of his body sends ripples through the tight space, sloshing you around like just another meal. The air is so thick it’s hard to breathe, each shallow inhale filling your lungs with the sour scent of digestion.

And then, outside, you hear it—a loud, rumbling burp that echoes through the confined space of his stomach, shaking you to your core.

“Oooof,” he groans, rubbing a hand lazily over the massive swell of his gut. “Man, you settled in good. Felt ya fightin’ for a second there—thought I might have to spit ya out. But nah... you fit just right.”

He leans back in his chair, letting his gut hang heavy between his thighs, bulging out with the clear outline of your body inside. “Shit,” he mutters, giving his belly a satisfied slap. “You’re bigger than you looked. Got me feelin’ all stretched out n’ shit.”

His fingers trace slow circles over the bulging curve of his stomach, feeling the way you shift slightly beneath the surface. Another burp rumbles out of him, this one even louder than the last, and he grins, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Whew. Yeah, that’s what I needed.” He grins, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. “Bet you thought you’d freak me out or somethin’, huh? Like I’d be all weirded out by this shit. Nah, man. I think I’m gonna keep ya in here a while.”

He stretches lazily, letting out a contented sigh. “Shit, maybe I’ll even take ya out for a walk. Show ya off a bit. Let everybody see what a good fuckin' job I did stuffin’ ya down in there.”

His hand presses down harder on his gut, squishing you deeper into the mess inside. You hear him chuckle low in his throat, the sound vibrating through every inch of his belly.

“Bet they’ll get a kick outta seein' this,” he says, patting his gut one more time. “Big ol’ belly full of some weirdo who couldn’t keep his eyes to himself.”

With that, he leans back, letting his belly settle heavy and round against his lap, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. “Yeah... think I’m gonna like havin’ ya in there. Hope you’re comfy, dude. ‘Cause you ain’t goin’ anywhere.”

And with one last, lazy burp, he pats his gut again, closing his eyes with a contented sigh.

“You’re mine now.”

[mango-ribs]

cw: Possessive Pred

You know, many prey are teased for being nothing more than a meal, born to be food and always will be. Some even pride themselves on it, serving themselves up to any hungry predator on a silver platter.

But not you, my dear.

You are not food, you’re not prey. When I met you, you weren’t scared. You didn’t shy away even as I drooled with hunger because you knew that being an easy meal was not who you were.

Until I made it that way.

I made you into prey. You are only a meal for me, and I intend to keep it that way. You deny it and maybe weep some sweet tears, but you know deep down no-one else could do this to you like I do. On your own, you are a being - But to me you will always be just a tasty snack.

And I don’t care how many times I get to prove that to you.