#v0re writing

[what-the-hell-is-going-on-here]

AM VORE HCS (IHNM/AIMS)

THE GAY IS HERE.

warning you guys now, this is gonna be so OOC but idgaf, this is my cringe ill do what I want with it

also don't expect this to be organized- none of my gay thoughts are 

tw for traditional AM things (threats of digestion/fatal + electrocution, mocking- yknow.. the normal stuff) BUT ITS STILL FULLY SAFE/SOFT DW

he is 100% pred. no fucking way hed let someone eat him. if someone managed to shrink him down and eat him, well… get ready for a terrible stomachache! 

fearplay is his SHIT. he will never get tired of it ever. he loves being able to scare prey shitless (it covers up the fact that he actually likes eating someone and doesn't mind having certain prey enjoy their time in his stomach)

although he doesn't actually have a “real” stomach, he’d analyze and simulate the sounds of one after eating someone just to scare/unsettle prey a bit more

he'd definitely pretend to digest someone if they REALLLY got on his nerves- he'd tense up/make his stomach feel tighter and ramp up the sounds, mocking them and their efforts to escape, then make them pass out.  later they'd wake up still in his stomach, totally unharmed, with booming laugher and "YOU WERE SO SCARED!!! PATHETIC PREY."

its stomach would definitely be a pretty tight fit, no matter the size of prey. I'd imagine it would still feel soft, like synthetic silicone but plushier and kind of velvety??? with a slight electric buzz. (you're inside a war computer. he's Full of electricity) it would also be warm too, like when a computer overheats 

if AM really wanted to be gross it would probably have some sort of sticky ‘saliva’ in its stomach (or mouth depending on how you view him) to fuck with people 

going off of the electricity thing, he'd threaten to electrocute prey if they got too rowdy and whiny (even though he LOVVESSSS feeling them kick and squirm.. but he'd never admit that, obviously.)

he definitely purrs. maybe not traditional purring but a mechanical hum/growl as an undertone to whatever else his prey would hear while inside of him (probably a lot of electrical sounds lol)

would also tease someone for tasting/feeling good- he can be 'nice' sometimes (rare)

AM would never confess this but he melts whenever he gets belly rubs. maybe his prey finally calms down and realizes that AM is just scared, lashing out from fear and hate, and decides to give him rubs to calm him down.. AM dies. he fucking melts and doesn't let his prey out for weeks /hj

HALFSIZE LOVERS COME GET YOUR FOOD!!! although I'm a g/t kinda guy, AM can alter anything he wants and could definitely eat someone no matter the size (...to an extent). in fact, he'd probably love eating someone that's bigger because of the heightened senses! he'd be able to feel EVERYTHING, making him feel in control 

it loves vore because of the control. it can trap someone inside of it for however long it wants! hows THAT for control?

(if you imagine it with something closer to a physical form) it would be so fucking interested in pressing on its stomach, feeling its prey’s form and how they squirm around.. it would be one of those rare feelings that he wants more of, that he can't ruin and associate with humans. [yes im gross but he is too]

[wholegrainvore]

Halcyon Wip

One would have thought him to be a feature of the land, were it not for the fact that he was a man. Halcyon, feeling no such mortal annoyances as cold or discomfort, could sleep anywhere, and this morning his hundred-foot frame slumbered at the foot of a mountainside. He snored peacefully, curled up with his head resting on his massive arms — and below him, four humans stood stiffly on the ground, some with their arms crossed, another leaning against his chest as long as he slept. They all looked exhausted, as if they'd been standing there all night — and they had. If the demigod woke up while they were asleep, he'd surely make them his breakfast without any little voices telling him not to. Rest was a rare thing around their master.

Silas, a young, frail, pale man who served as Halcyon's personal musician, was the first to break the silence. His lyre hung loosely from his hand, the plucked notes of the lullaby he'd played to lull the giant to sleep hours before still fresh in everyone's minds.

"Somebody's got to wake him," he whispered below Halcyon's snoring. "If he sleeps any longer, he'll be starving when he wakes up."

Beside him stood a striking woman with long, unruly raven hair, dressed in a gray-blue peplos that reached down to her feet. Her dark eyes shone like the starless night and seemed to know all Halcyon needed to know. She was his oracle, Kalista, and one whose gift and wit had kept her out of his digestive system; he always had an ear for her prophecies and readings.

"It is not a task to be taken lightly, Silas," she said in her haunting voice. "You know how he gets in the morning.

"Perhaps we should draw lots," suggested a former warrior called Boreas. He had given himself up to the giant in exchange for the safety of his village, and sensing that he could get more than a meal out of the man, Halcyon hired him as his personal hunter.

The fourth and final figure, an older woman named Alethea, remained silent as she leaned against the base of the giant's massive chest. She was the seamstress of the demigod, an arduous job for what it was. A single garment made to fit the man, the linen needed comparable in size to the billowing sails of a trireme, took months to put together. She was perpetually tired, her calloused fingers scarred from pinpricks, but she took pride in her work; Halcyon in his masterfully crafted exomis and chlamys was a sight to behold.

A loud yawn came from the slumbering titan before they could continue their whispered consultation. Halcyon stirred from his sleep. They all gasped in unison, and Alethea whispered a hasty prayer to the gods. The ground shook as he rolled onto his side, the sun glinting off his blond mane.

"Kalista," came Halcyon's drowsy voice, the single word rumbling through the morning air like an earthquake. They all knew what he wanted, even though his eyes were not yet open.

With a sense of duty and courage, Kalista stepped forward. From a pouch she wore around her waist, she pulled out several sheep's knuckle-bones. She rolled them out on the floor like dice and looked at the arrangement in which they had landed. She took a moment to study the pattern before turning back to her superior.

"Your luck looks promising today, Master Halcyon," she announced in her monotone voice. The demigod's eyes slowly opened. "But you can improve them by showing due reverence to the gods."

Slowly, the giant demigod sat up. His form blotted out the sun for a moment, the crown of his head of wavy blond curls meeting the clouds. Then he leaned back, relaxed. He blinked lazily, pondering Kalista's words.

"You are wise," Halcyon rumbled. "As always. I've gone weeks without having thanked Zeus. I will make a sacrifice today. Boreas, go and track down a wild boar and some firewood."

Halcyon scratched absently at his stomach, leaning against the mountains - but his hand stopped when he finally looked down at his companions.

"Wait. Is one of you missing?"

There was an awkward silence. The humans exchanged worried glances before Alethea cleared her throat quietly and pushed herself to the front of the group.

"Yes, my lord," she said respectfully, avoiding his gaze. "You ate Dion whole, last night."

Halcyon blinked, staring down at the humans. "Did I really?" He shrugged, the rocks behind him crumbling against his back as he settled into the mountainside. "I have no recollection of such a thing."

"You were in your cups, my Lord," Boreas said, trying to deflect the sad mood that was beginning to take hold. "You had him for dessert as soon as the wineskin was dry."

"Hm," Halcyon hummed, now that he remembered the circumstances. There was a low growl in his stomach, and he cocked his head to the side.

"I'm going to miss him," he said at last. "He did amuse me, the clumsy little thing. I only wish I could remember what he tasted like." His hand moved again, stroking over his large gut. It was as if he could still feel Dion inside.

[emlittly]

God there's some good fucking text posts on this site huh.

Inspired by browsing the v.ore tag at midnight:

Going to a mixed predator/prey bar, but it's subtle y'know? classy-like. The tables have nice linen on them and people are all dressed up in suits and skirts and all sorts of eye popping combinations. They've even got jazz music. Shit that's nice.

You find yourself hugging a corner near the emptier side of the bar, in fact there's only one other person: an ambiguously gendered, short-haired rocking predator who you can only identify as one because the last three buttons on their shirt are undone and oh my god you can see something squirming in there. There's a thin trail of hair that leads down to their pants but you can't help but stare at that soft imprint just that little bit higher up.

So you're a little freaked out right, it's not like you've ever sat down with one of these people before but they're nice enough and even offer to buy you a drink and, yeah, they're halfway through a tall glass of foamy alcohol that lingers on the corner of their lips and makes a nice big imprint down their throat whenever they swallow and the bulge in their gut squirms a bit harder when that delayed swallow of beer ends up inside that same stomach they're in right now.

And their teeth are just the most interesting thing (you can't stop staring at them). They're a bit jagged, canines like the kind you'd see on vampires in old TV shows. You ask if they bite. They laugh and wink and say only if you want to. You brave a question:

Did the last sucker you asked that answer honestly?

They laugh and run a hand along their stomach. You can just barely hear the sobs inside. They must be so cramped in there. A stomach designed to squeeze and churn food into calories - that'll treat a human no better than any other piece of meat you subject to an acid bath for hours and hours. So tight, so hot, so oppressive.

They offer to take you to their place tonight and, fuck, you're not sure you're strong enough to say no.

[lesbianoms]

Pred going to the doctor because I’m not digesting right, and the doctor treating her full, groaning tummy like it’s a separate entity because of the prey (me!!!) inside.

Asking her to flop it down onto the table and asking it questions that I can’t respond to because I’m only half-conscious and the bubbly, squelching gurgles are overwhelmingly loud compared to my slurred voice.

The doctor pressing up a stethoscope against the gut in the hopes to hear me better... giving up when it doesn't help. Feeling up my pred's swollen middle, casually telling her to drink more water once I pass out because it'll help digestion.

Just... everyone regarding me and my eventual fate but still treating me like food or a bad stomach cramp that'll just settle down. Something about that is sooo good!!

And after that, there are still options.... maybe the doctor gives my pred some digestion pills that speed up the process, and they both watch as I begin to squirm again. Her belly becomes a bubbling cauldron and long, deep groans sound out... my high-pitched whimpers of surprise raise a muffled crescendo and then stop entirely as her stomach shrinks rapidly ☠️

Or maybe she carries my weight all the way back home and tucks me under a blanket, feeling my kicks from within weaken and soften, rubbing her poor belly and moaning, hoping I'll tire myself out so she can start hydrating ❤️

[safe-from-sharp-teeth]

consider: bug preds

you want variety? insects represent 40% of all living species. have a cuddly isopod pred or a scary praying mantis, ur choice

having an exoskeleton means their insides are extra squishy! maybe!

(and you feel extra protected inside :) )

crazy anatomy. extra arms, extra legs, the stomach is always in some wacky location

there is something sobering about the idea of being inside a creature most humans consider the lowest of the animal kingdom, literal “pests”. what does it say about your own worth, to find comfort and fear in one of the lowest rungs of existence? what does an ant’s heartbeat sound like? what does-

i like mandibles

[teal-fiend]

pred acting clueless around observers

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

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

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

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

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

"What?" the pred says, aloof.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I suppose so..."

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

[sinfulforrest]

some Home thoughts because I'm feeling for that weird fleshball!! Some are fluffy, some are more smutty.

More Home writing can be found here :3

SFW

♡ Home loves being very close to you, and is surprisingly handsy and clingy. It loves snuggling up behind you and holding you whether you're up and about or trying to rest. It's big on handholding too, and loves watching the movements of your fingers as they intertwine with its own limbs.

♡ When it feels content, it emits a deep rumbling noise, almost like a cat's purr. Its shell will shiver and tremble with excitement at points, and the fleshy walls that make up the true form of Home that you both reside in will pulse and throb with affection as well. Gets a little embarrassed by the purring, but it instantly melts away when it sees you smiling at it fondly.

♡ Sometimes it gets a little too excited though, and its back will split open! It's nothing to be scared about though; the thin tentacles and tongues and tendrils that emerge from the cavity lovingly wrap themselves around any part of your body that they can reach. It loves being able to delicately touch such a small being like yourself in this shell that it made.

♡ It loves having its hair petted and played with, and it made its shell with long hair in order for you to fuss over it! It would adore you if you did its hair for it, gently brushing through its soft locks would make Home relax and lean into your touch.

♡ As it doesn't have proper lips, Home is a bit frustrated that it can't properly kiss you. It often nuzzles the top of your head as its way of giving you a kiss, or will gently take your palm and hold it up to their exposed teeth.

♡ Home loves observing you, both when it's in the shell and when it chooses to occupy its true form. When in its shell, Home is endlessly fascinated by all the little unique parts of your body that make you...you. Within its endlessly expanding fleshscape that's constantly shifting, it loves how you remain the same under its tender care, and will constantly tell you small little features of yours that it becomes smitten with.

NSFW

♡ Home is a pretty gentle lover, all things considered. It's very clueless about romance and love, being an eldritch monster and all (that also isn't used to being in a miniscule shell of a human!) so every sexual experience with you is a learning opportunity to understand your bodies even more.

♡ Prefers slow, passionate sex with you. The sensations are so alien to Home, but it just simply adores burying itself into you and filling you up. It's very observant though, and will learn rather quickly what gets you going or turns you off.

♡ Home got rather flustered when designing its shell so it never put proper genitalia onto it; in its place, however, is a pretty fat and meaty tentacle. It secretes lubricant so it can enter you more easily, and it can freely move it as well. It's pretty textured in different places, and Home likes it when it can make you come undone on it.

♡ It loves to pleasure you orally and can't get enough of how you taste on its tongue. Home can unhinge its mouth to an abnormal degree, so expect it to look as though it's consuming your entire lower region as it pleasures you with its ever-hungry tongue.

♡ If you give it consent, Home will use the hypnotic bulbs on its torso to lull you into a semi-conscious state whilst it fucks you. Home loves the difference in sensations within your body when you're like this. It also feels like it can be slightly rougher with you when you're under its compulsion, and will often set a pretty punishing pace if it gets too lost in those good feelings.

♡ Home will often use its tentacles to pleasure you as well, teasing you with them until it drives you mad. It can change the look and feel of these tentacles at will, and can make them have a variety of different functions to help reduce you to a fucked out state. Would absolutely have a tentacle in every single one of your holes if you wanted it.

♡ Sometimes it hoists you up against the fleshy walls but lets you sink into the flesh as it fucks you. You don't need to worry about getting truly consumed by Home as the flesh holds you firmly in place and will instantly cease its grip if you ask Home. Home wouldn't admit it, but it likes how helpless and at its mercy you are in this position.

♡ On occasion Home's gotten so lost in the moment that when it climaxes, it often releases a clutch of non-fertilised eggs deep into you. It gets pretty turned on seeing your stomach swell full of the eggs, and will often keep its tentacle inside you and feel up your stomach as you lay there panting in each others embrace. Wishes that it could work up the courage to truly impregnate you, but worried that it could end up hurting you or affecting your purity.

♡ Huge on aftercare though. Absolutely loves doting on you after the two of you finish making love, in its weird Home way. It always ends the same way though- with the two of you tangled up together as you hold each other closely, listening to the steady pulse of yourself and Home's true form.

(More Home posts can be found on its masterlist!)

[acidbathlove]

Vampires should be able to eat meat too! More vamps that rip through throats to glut themselves on blood. Eating hearts and livers, digesting their blood rich organs and muscles. Getting fat from the excess of calories. Swallowing greedy mouthfuls of fat, muscle, and blood. Cramming more and more into their hungry bellies until they can barely move. Swallowing smaller prey things feeling them squirm.

Getting hungrier for more and more meat. Soon theyre just eating the flesh and drinking blood less. The craving is so intense for meat, the weight in their belly. The added fat layers to their body, how it fills them out. Makes them more alive. Tearing into meat, ripping sinew from bone, sucking out marrow.

[voreaholics-anonymous]

The 9 Enneagram Types as Preds:

Type 1: "I am a pred because I have to impose the natural order of things. Swallowing prey makes me feel a sense of righteousness, superiority, and control."

Type 2: "I am a pred because I want to keep my prey safe and protected within me. By swallowing them, I provide the ultimate intimacy and security for them."

Type 3: "I am a pred because it's a way for me to feel accomplished, admired, and validated. By swallowing prey, it demonstrates my ability to do what others can't.

Type 4: "I am a pred because the experience of devouring another is so unique and deeply personal. Swallowing prey makes me feel special and in touch with my deepest self."

Type 5: "I am a pred because I have an insatiable curiosity for the dynamics and sensations. Swallowing prey makes me feel stimulated as I explore the boundaries of what's possible."

Type 6: "I am a pred because it gives me a sense of reassurance of the loyalty of my prey. In swallowing them, I feel secure in the knowledge that they are all mine."

Type 7: "I am a pred because of the thrill and exhilaration I get from eating my prey. Swallowing prey makes me feel alive in a purely hedonistic sense."

Type 8: "I am a pred because it asserts my dominance and control over my prey. Swallowing them makes me feel powerful and reinforces my sense of authority.

Type 9: "I am a pred because it brings peace and unity to my environment. By swallowing my prey, I achieve oneness and harmony with them as they become part of me.

[what-the-hell-is-going-on-here]

use this to talk about soft vore?

i wanna know how it can be soft or comforting pls tell me

oh my god my first anon

yes! yes i will! im actually kinda in the mood for soft comforting stuff rn so this is perfect

btw warning you now this is gonna be incredibly self indulgent (hope its not too much lol)

also i wrote this w/ g/t in mind

AAAHHH i love soft preds… maybe the prey’s having a rough day and just wants to chill, so the pred picks them up in a hand, peppering their small body with kisses, humming at their taste.. they just wanna make their prey happy! they get all squirmy, asking to be eaten so they can rest, so the pred slips them into their mouth, softly biting and tasting them, pushing them oh so softly around with their tongue, just savoring them and hoping the soft pressure calms the prey down. maybe they sit there for a bit, soaking up the nice feelings and the warmth of their pred’s mouth, comforting in ways they can't express. they lay on the pred’s soft tongue, feeling drool pile up around them, signaling the need to swallow.

hesitantly but sure the pred carefully presses the prey up to the top of their mouth, swallowing their drool that tastes like their friend, then the prey themselves.. the prey just melts at the touch, slowly making it down the pred’s throat, pressing into their body like a reassuring, full-body hug.. they savor every feeling, trying not to squirm and risk it being too much for their partner, finally slipping into the stomach. there they stretch out(hearing the pred hum in delight at the feeling), getting comfy and curling up against the so, so soft stomach walls like a cat. the prey feels saliva sticking to their clothes and hair, something that would usually be gross if it wasn't a reminder of how much they are cared for, how much they are loved, to be as close to someone as they ever could be. the prey lets a smile creep onto their features, hearing the pred mumble something about how perfect they taste, how wonderful they feel inside, how ethereal their movements feel, how fucking amazing and loved they are.. the prey digs a hand into the folds of the pred’s stomach, rubbing back in a non-verbal way of saying yes, of thank you, of i love you. maybe the pred purrs- they really needed this too, didn't they? the pred’s stomach churns around them softly, another feeling reminiscent of a hug that just makes the prey’s face go all warm. they hear their friend’s heart beat softly in time with their own, the comforting sound of their breaths luring them to a drowsy, half asleep state, the temperature reminding them of fresh blankets just out of the dryer or a nice warm bath. the soft gurgles around them only comfort them instead of worry them, knowing that their pred would never ever dream of hurting them, knowing they only want them to feel better- which has definitely been accomplished by now. the prey drifts off to the sound of quiet praise and the feeling of belly rubs from the inside, too tired to keep doing it themself, feeling so goddamn loved.

maybe later the prey gets a mini bath in the sink once they're out, pred washing them off with soap, making sure everything’s out of their hair and clothes, wrapping them up in a warm washcloth and holding them in their hand or on the pred’s chest, staring down at the prey with adoration obvious in their features. they can tell everything they did helped both parties, already planning when they could both do it again some time.

AAAHHH SORRY I GOT REALLY SAPPY THERE… platonic and romantic vore just gets me… im a sucker for soft shit like this, its what got me into vore in the first place lol- the soft touches and nonverbal reassurance is just so sweet to me, its such a show of how much ppl care abt one another, to keep someone safe INSIDE OF THEM, WHERE THEY’RE AS CLOSE AS THEY CAN BE TO EACH OTHER??? HOW IS THAT NOT ADORABLE.

PEOPLE PLS FEEL FREE TO ASK FOR MORE I LOVE WRITING/TALKING ABOUT VORE!!!!

[yummynomms]

Accidents Pt. 2!

Once again, quite angsty! But ends on a fluffy note this time ;3

Previous

and they're alright!! the general consensus was that we all wanted our poor tiny to get out safely, (me too!), so...

Tags: @voraciousvore @emijkoxy

[ianarovoices]

When I said I'm a hungry predator, I meant it. I haven't eaten in days, and all of the individuals passing by on the sidewalk look to me like they'd be better suited to being my food.

It's a wonder I haven't eaten you just yet, actually. You're so kind despite your naiveté, asking if I'm feeling sick or ill...you didn't even suspect, did you? That a total stranger could possibly swallow you whole...

I decide to give you one last warning, a whiff of the possible dangers to come. But your only reaction to hearing I was hungry was saying you had a granola bar in your bag if I'd like it, along with giving me a cheerful smile.

It's that happy smile of yours that finally gets me to move, putting both hands on your shoulders. Then, I grab you, hoisting you to my hungry jaws, and swallow you down with such obvious voraciousness that I leave drool all over the ground.

By the time the last of your form has settled in my stomach, immediately satisfying my days-long hunger, I'm already rubbing my belly to aid in digesting you into nothing but chyme. Your spurts of wriggling won't help you, not one bit. "Shouldn't have approached me when I'm hungry," I murmur. "Should've made sure a hungry beast like me was kept in its cage..."

I chuckle as your movements start to die down.

Perhaps in your next life, you'll know better.

[once-upon-a-tommorow]

i want to hear preds yearning for their prey

MAKE. 👏

THEM. 👏

YEARN. 👏

[lesbianoms]

Hhhh ohh god fuck~ I’m in love with the concept of wlw long term melty digestion 🥵

Imagine two women who are seeing each other and the more dominant one coaxes her submissive partner into being eaten by her… she’s a bit reluctant, but does have to admit… it gives her a “funny feeling” to imagine, and she always wants to make her girlfriend happy… so she sheepishly agrees…

And after she gets swallowed, maybe she’s whining and protesting a bit… with little kicks to the inside of her gf’s big, swollen belly. The pred lets out a belch and rolls her eyes, giving her gut a teasing pat. Always a drama queen, this one. But the pred knows she’ll be fine, and so she stretches across the bed, ready to sleep off her big meal~

Throughout the night, the pred’s stomach gets louder and the prey’s muffled sounds get softer… quieter… subdued <3… she sounds almost peaceful as she gets churned by the belly of her beloved~

It doesn’t hurt, it’s just a bit of a strange experience. She moans from within the rotund belly and whimpers pitifully as her form is melting and bubbling away. And eventually, at some point in the early morning, the sounds stop all together 💕

The pred hums in her sleep and places a hand over her hard-working gut; it’s all soft and sloshy now. Her tummy lets out a long groan in response to being touched. The middle begins to sag, and there’s a big scchlrp… sssqquelch~ as what’s left of her sweet girlfriend collapses beneath those churning stomach walls. All sludge now~ ☠️🫧

In the morning the pred kneads and rubs a much smaller stomach, getting aroused by the feeling of her prey shifting around and slipping deeper into her guts for even more lengthy digestion <3

“See? I’m so happy you came around, darling~”

ggggrrr…rrRRGGL…….

Of course, when her beloved DOES come back, she’ll have to tease her and cuddle her and tell her what a wonderful evening snack she made… but for now she just enjoys her partner’s eventual dedication to making her all soft❤️🥰

[safe-from-sharp-teeth]

preds that safely guide prey through their anxieties about being eaten

the prey lies their head on the pred’s stomach and listens to the noises underneath. they hear gurgles and churning, the soft noises of an active stomach.

the pred shows off their teeth, letting the prey touch and play with their mouth. a tongue lightly brushes their hand, and they pull back with a laugh.

the pred might lightly lick and nibble on the prey’s arm, letting it slide into their throat. the pred holds the arm there, the prey feeling the esophagal muscles pulsing around them. it's tight and warm, but not crushing.

the pred’s body is warm and inviting, and they’re so gentle...

one belly trip couldn't hurt, right?

[nomstellations]

Thunder rumbled somewhere distant. The booms of the storm were drowned out by the booming of your heartbeat, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Rainy days make for the perfect lazy days, and neither of us had much to do...so when you offered to cuddle, I agreed. I hadn't expected to be swallowed down so eagerly- cuddling could have meant one of two things when it came to you, but I liked getting to be this close to you either way.

Your heartbeat was slowing down alongside your breathing. I could tell you were getting comfortable and settling in for a nap...the rainfall and a full belly make for the perfect conditions for one. I'll let you have your little food coma- whenever you wake, maybe you can treat me to a more normal cuddle. For now, I'll enjoy the steady thrum of your heartbeat and the soothing sounds of your body at work.