#prey pov

[justanothervoreblog]

A Date for Valentine's

You would always tell yourself that Valentine's Day was for suckers. People who needed a single day to celebrate love. As if saying that made the day any less lonelier. This year, you decided to get with the holiday and put yourself out there. Luckily you managed to find someone who feels exactly the same way that you did.

You meet up with him and things are going great. If you had ever believed in the power of Cupid’s arrow, it was now. He was funny and relatable, and he knew all of your favorite bands and video games. Not to mention he wasn't that bad to look at either! Things were going so well that you decided to say yes when he invited you over. After all, your Valentine's Day was going well, so why end it now?

The good vibes continue all the way to his apartment. Although you do notice that he's unusually hungry. Odd considering you watched him swallow down three pizzas, but people were quirky like that. Besides, you are far too focused on the dirty talk that he was doing. Saying things like “I can't wait to eat you up” or “You look delicious”. One that particularly got you was stripping you down and licking every inch of your body. That one had your skin tingling!

Once you stepped out of the car, it was a blur. You don't know how two people could walk and make out at the same time but you made it work. Up three flights of stairs, pushing each other against the walls, tearing each other's clothes off, the works. Your hair was ragged by the time you had reached his door. Hot and bothered couldn't nearly describe how you felt.

Inside the door, the two of you traded kisses and hickeys to the couch. After some playful wrestling, he ends up on top of you. You are expecting more to come, but what comes next is not in your horoscope. He makes some comments about how delicious you look and how he can't wait to get you inside. You have no idea what he's talking about, frankly because you thought you would be bottoming. However, when his mouth opens wider than it should, saliva dripping down from his teeth, you realize that this wasn't just kinky talk.

What comes next is a smelly mouth and an invasive tongue. It looks over everything. Your face, your ears, the back of your neck. You pass into a tight pink tunnel, warmed by the air coming from below. The only thing you can hear is the steady gulping from your would-be date and now-turned predator. He didn't have any issue with turning you into a Valentine's Day meal. And with every gulp, that becomes more of your reality.

You don't know how long you spend in the tunnel. You pass by a very loud heartbeat as it slams in your ear. Eventually, you push past a tight ring of muscle into what had to be the smelliest place on earth. His stomach reeks of the pizza he had devoured. And soon it would reek of you. Your head, shoulders, and your upper body all slide in quickly. Your legs kick weakly on the outside and steadily more and more of your body is becoming wet and slimy.

Eventually, your shoes are taken off, that tongue wraps around your wet socks, and what's left of you in the world is gone. You feel your legs travel down his throat as you curl into a ball. With a steady thump, the date is over and the final course, you, was served. On the outside, your date rubs over his belly content with yet another helpless romantic lured in on Valentine's Day. He taught you about how love hurts and that this way you two will be together forever. Or something like that, it's muffled through the churning of the stomach walls as well as the gurgling.

As you settle into your temporary home, a bittersweet thought comes into your mind. You still weren't spending Valentine's alone. You would be with your pred, for as long as it takes for him to digest you. As the stomach walls squeeze around you and press all of the air out of the chamber, a soft smile plays on your lips. You gently pass out as that huge burp vibrates the apartment.

There were worse ways to spend Valentine’s Day.

Happy Voretine's Day ❤️❤️❤️

#male prey #male pred #male vore #prey pov #vore story #m/m vore #ambiguous vore

[teal-fiend]

you get eaten by a stranger. You barely are able to catch a glimpse of their face before you're gulped down and deposited in the stomach.

You were in public before, a park that you'd been to many times. So when your predator starts moving, and the stomach starts to become more active, stimulated by the walking, you can imagine in your minds eye where they have gone in the park.

They're heading to the edge, now you feel the footsteps hitting concrete as they go along the sidewalk.

you yell for help; there must be other people around who can help you. Your pred doesn't even bother trying to silence you, or acknowledge your protests at all.

You're still following along where you imagine they are, until they stop, leaving you hanging motionlessly for the first time. Its kind of like being in a hammock, but cramped, and the hammock is trying to digest you.

You hear a click, and the opening of a car door. As the pred gets in, you become much more cramped, squished by their legs and torso, and the car. And their stomach keeps squeezing you, trying to make you smaller.

Now the car is moving and you have no idea where you are. You are sloshed back and forth by the momentum of the vehicle or what could be an hour or more.

Eventually it slows down, the car parks. For the first time the pred gives you a little pat before getting out of the car.

They're moving up some stairs. You can feel and hear their heartbeat at the exertion. And you get thrown back and forth with each step.

You hear a door open. And a sigh. You're in a house, you assume. Or an apartment? It could be anywhere, you dont even know if you're still in the same city.

You are likely in a strangers home, and in their gut. You're going to be digested far away from any place you are familiar with. No one will know where you went. And if someone saw this pred with their full belly, they'd have no idea who the meal was.

Your world shifts, the pred has laid down. You hear a muffled rustling of sheets and there is extra weight over you. The pred is tucked into bed, and its not even night time. A mid-day rest, as they prepare to digest you fully.

You dont want to accept this. Your efforts to escape have been useless so far. But you try to do your best. You yell at them, to get their attention. You kick at their stomach, which is hard because of how restricted you are.

You feel the pred roll onto their back, letting you wriggle uselessly ontop of them. You feel silly doing it, seeing as how little an effect it has.

Then, you feel them tense their belly muscles slightly, and there is a loud bubbly gurgle. You feel the pred thump on you lightly. You figet in response, doing your best to irritate them further. But all you get is a loud burp from above, before you feel the pred relax again.

you hear their voice for the first time as they excuse themselves. But after that, they have nothing more to say.

You wonder what the room looks like. And what the pred looks like. You can barely remember.

You wonder what you would look like from the outside. A gurgling bulge in a stranger's abdomen. An anonymous meal. The pred had probably seen that many times. If they looked in a mirror later, they'd be able to see you. Well not you, the pred would only see their own stomach, but you would be inside it

#v.ore #soft vore #digestion #fatal vore #v/ore #vore digestion #vore fic #implied digestion #tw vore #vore writing #voreblr #unwilling prey #prey pov #unwilling vore #pred

[urfavoritewriter]

His fingers toy with the hem of his shirt, that signature smirk teasing at the edges of his mouth. "Been hitting the gym hard lately," he comments nonchalantly, though his eyes gleam with something more mischievous. As he pulls up the fabric, revealing a landscape of chiseled abs and a tight, flat stomach, he can't help but flex slightly, making every muscle stand out more prominently.

"You ever wonder what it's like inside a gym rat's gut?" he asks, voice dripping with playful seduction. His index finger traces one of the abdominal lines, leading down into the depths of his navel. "Been working on these abs day and night, and trust me, they're not just for show. They form the tightest, warmest chamber you could ever hope to be in."

Leaning closer, his warm breath fans your ear, making you shiver. "I promise I'd keep you safe," he whispers, lips brushing against the skin of your neck, "but I won't lie — it's going to be snug, incredibly tight. The kind of tight that you can feel every ripple, every contraction of my muscles. And once you're nestled deep inside, you'll stay as long as I want, feeling every flex, every movement, every breath I take."

He pulls back, eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that's almost hypnotic. "So, what do you say? Ready to become part of this gym bro's routine, snugly tucked away in the tightest space you'll ever know?"

#male pred #male prey #male vore #m/m #non-fatal #prey pov

[vore-mecca]

Far and away the top predators, with only one vote separating them are:

Source: @mpreg-celeb

Source: @andrewmpreg

#male vore #gay vore #same size vore #hot pred #prey pov #dream pred #vore belly

[jack-the-nibbler]

Had an idea for a monster under the bed type of pred.

Imagine it’s late, possibly near or past midnight. You should be sleeping, but instead you’re still tapping or scrolling away on your phone. Not a care in the world...at least until a dollop of drool lands on your head.

Slowly looking up, you find a large monster looming over you, growling in displeasure. It’s grown tired of watching you neglect your sleep and has decided to take matters into its own claws. Before you can even attempt to escape, its jaws clamp down around you, pressing your face and chest against its soft, plush tongue.

The monster wastes little time in gulping you down. Your phone falls from your hand as it raises its head, sending you sliding down its surprisingly silky gullet. As you slip into its stomach, you find that the beast’s innards are just as comfy as your bedding, if not more so. Once you’re completely sealed inside, you’re squished down, feeling your devourer nuzzling and licking you from outside. This combined with the soft rumbling and pulsing of the stomach helps to slowly soothe you to sleep.

As you drift off inside, the monster makes itself comfortable on your bed. You’ll be let out in the morning, but if you ever decide to stay up way too late again, it won’t hesitate to tuck you away over and over again...

#Monster Pred #soft vore #safe vore #nonfatal vore #nonhuman pred #pov vore #vore pov #prey pov #vore rambling #vore rambles #the monster's species and appearance is up to you

[nompunhere]

You've been staring me down all day. Not that I don't appreciate the attention, but it's... getting a little unnerving. My reading is interrupted a rather loud rumble from your stomach, from your position on the couch. I look up from my book to see you, of course, still looking at me. There's a sort of conflict in your eyes. Consideration, as you eye my curled up form, tucked into my favorite chair.

I offer a nervous smile and speak up. "So, eheh, sounds like we're about ready to get started on lunch-?"

"Get in my belly."

...I must've misheard you. "I- Sorry, what was that?"

"Get. In. My belly."

That low growl hardly sounds like you. I can see saliva building up at the corners of your mouth, your features painted in sharp relief to my eyes as fight-or-flight starts to kick in, involuntarily. It must be evident in my expression, by the way you jerk that piercing gaze off of me so abruptly, bowing your head to run your hands down your face.

Hesitantly, I set the book aside and sit up, tense. "I'm- I'm afraid I.. don't understand?"

You growl again and snap your eyes back up to mine. "It can't wait any longer—I need you in there. Now."

I flinch back and scrabble against the chair as you abruptly stand and start towards me. I can't get my limbs to work right. I don't- what- "What's going on? I-I- W-what are you- you doing?"

"You have no idea how long I've been holding back, do you? For your sake. You'll be fine. But I'm not, and I won't be, not unless you can sate me." You're exceedingly close, now, looming, arms to either side of me and watching my every move with what I now recognize as hunger in your eyes.

Out of panic, my arm flies toward your face, but you catch me by the wrist before it makes contact. The reflexes of a predator, I can only imagine. I tug at it with a whimper, cowering against the back of my seat. I trusted you, but now- now-

"I don't want this either. But this has to happen, before I start actually hunting down strangers. This is the better option. You'll be fine, I promise you. But I need this."

Your growl is the last thing I hear before my world goes dark, and damp, and hot.

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It's... calmer than I expected. No acid, for one thing. Seems you weren't lying about me being alright. ...Physically, at least. The walls shift and knead, but they're strangely passive. You'd gone quiet after, er, eating me, even if your guts hadn't. It took a while for you to come to your senses and reassure me that you truly mean no harm, dragged out of your instinctual post-meal bliss by the sound of my terrified and betrayed sobs. I'd only just calmed down a bit, soothed by the sound of regret and urgency in your voice to make amends, before you succumbed to the urge to nap.

And now, I... don't know what to do. It seems safe enough, at least? So here I sit, hidden away deep within you, listening to your sleeping body's inner workings. All that fear, slipping away into.. boredom? ...Peace, let's call it that.

It's soft, at least. I think the warmth is starting to get to me, bringing with it a deep drowsiness. Maybe this.. isn't so bad. Maybe I can still trust you. Maybe I could, mm, join you, in your.. nap...

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#soft vore #safe vore #fearplay #prey POV #my writing #extreme cuddling #'don't end the post with pred and prey falling asleep together' challenge FAILED #(again) #may or may not be thinking of making another post using the same prompt #well not a prompt exactly #but I really wanted to use the phrase 'get in my belly' and I had several ideas for it #also eheh heyyyyy haven't make a post like this in a whileeeee heheh w h o o p s #(why am I at almost 500 followers btw. what am I gonna do. I don't have a PLAN-) #(and yes I made sure they're people and not bots)

[nom-central]

Voretober D12- Pressure

Press, release. Press, release. The constant cycle was almost suffocating with how it didn't let up for a moment. The walls closed in, constricting and rubbing against you for a moment, before moving away and giving you room to breathe. Then that went as they closed in again, coating you in warm slime.

Perhaps if you were into this sort of thing you'd find this relaxing- it would be a very unorthodox massage, with the heat seeping into your bones and the constant motion putting you at ease. But you weren't, you would really rather NOT be in the sort of position where you're treated like a piece of food. But you've been on a terribly unlucky streak lately, and you just so happen to look very edible to the right person.

You try to push out as the walls close in in a vain effort to resist, and you're met with them only pressing in harder and a muffled chuckle from above. Your captor seems to find your wriggling amusing...is that their hand kneading against you now? You huff in annoyance, refusing to let yourself be subdued so easily. If they were going to eat you, you were going to make them regret it!

When the pressure surrounding you finally eased up, you put all your energy into kicking up a struggle. Squirming, kicking, shoving- you did everything you could to cause unrest, and your efforts were met with an uncomfortable sounding gurgle and a grunt coming from above. Yes! That's what they get for making a meal out of you! Their hands pressed at you in an effort to get you to settle, but you were undeterred. Maybe now they'll spit you up!

Suddenly your world lurches around you, with it coming to an abrupt stop as your captor lays on top of their stomach. Now constricted even more, your movements are forced to a standstill as their stomach resumes churning around you. Now there was no relief from the almost-crushing pressure around you, but you had no plans on giving up the ghost quite yet.

#soft vore #safe vore #extreme cuddling #vore drabble #prey pov #reader insert #voretober #interconnected fics are fun

[yourcarnevoreuspal]

Hm, something odd about that farmer boy who just moved to town. I swear it seems like his appearance changes sometimes. Like he's bigger, sharper, he's always... off.

I happened to see him from my window - certainly not spying or anything - he was fishing, and he'd just caught one of some kind, not something I would be able to identify. It was one of those times where he looked different, I can never place what it is exactly. With his other catches, he dropped them into a cooler, but this one he hesitated, eyeing his surroundings. I don't know what he was looking for, but no one else was outside - only I would witness what he did next.

With an urgent swiftness, he had that fish halfway past his lips, and mind you, this was no mere mackerel, but some other large aquatic inhabitant. I could only stare in shock, with some other unknowable emotions brewing in my chest, while I watched that fish disappear into the farmer.

Since then, I can't help but notice his odd glances towards my fellow villagers. He doesn't know I saw him that day, but I'm not sure there's reason to fear if he did. The farmer is strange but kind - I have hope that he won't harm anyone despite his growing agitation. His efforts in the town speak not of a monster.

Growing closer to the farmer wouldn't cloud my judgment - surely I began this friendship in order to investigate his oddness, but he reciprocated in turn. There's no harm in befriending this creature that the farmer is, often I find myself drinking into the night with him as company, surely there is nothing to fear from him.

Right?

#male pred #male vore #tw vore #vore talk #soft vore #safe vore #open ended vore #implied vore #monster vore #monster pred #prey pov #might be inspired by a certain farming game that updated recently... #fatal vore #half size vore

[fandomymous-anonymous]

Cat and Mouse

AO3 link

!!!Safe Soft Vore!! Keep yourself safe if this is not for you!!!

Willing pred, unwilling prey, digestion mentions (does not happen)

Tim stares out of the window of Titans Tower at the bay, sighing. He knows he shouldn’t be alone, but he needs his space to think about what’s going on in Gotham lately. He taps his cheek, doing just that. He wonders about Red Hood and why he wants Tim so badly. He wonders about Bruce benching him. He thinks that surely California is far enough away from Gotham that Red Hood can’t get to him. Tim brushes his fingers through his hair. He just doesn’t get it. He hasn’t done anything to the crime lord. He’s done his best to uphold the title of Robin. Even as just plain Tim Drake he can’t imagine anything he did wrong.

The lights flicker and Tim looks up at them. That’s not good. He’s the only one here and there’s no reason for the lights to be flickering. The lights power off and Tim groans as he waits for the generator to turn on.

He waits for a few seconds.

Then a few seconds more.

After a minute, Tim turns away from the window and starts towards the stairs to see what the problem with the generator is.

The lights turn on.

Red Hood stands in the middle of the Ops room.

Tim startles, jolting back. He reaches for his bo staff, only to realize it's not at his side. He wasn't expecting anyone to be here, so why would he have it?

“Hello, little chick,” Red Hood says. “You're far from your nest.”

“H-how’d you get in here?” Tim says. “The Tower is closed to intruders.”

“I'm not an intruder if I'm in the system,” Red Hood says. He brings his hands up to his helmet and takes it off. Tim stares at the face of a boy -a man?- he thought was dead. Jason Todd smirks at him. “Surprise, little birdie. I know you weren't expecting me.”

“You're dead,” Tim says.

“Not anymore.”

“What do you want from me?” Tim asks, stepping back.

“I want to show Bruce the dangers of making Robins.”

“Then why not go after him?” Tim says, eyeing the doorway behind him.

“Because you need to learn about it as well, little chick.” In the blink of an eye, Jason's arm dashes out and he grabs Tim by the shoulder. “Come on, lil chick, let’s make this fun.”

“Fun!?” Tim screams. “You want to… Have…” Tim trails off as he realizes that Jason seems much taller than he was before.

Jason grins, his fangs a bright white. “Get running, sweetheart.”

Tim doesn’t want to know what will happen if he doesn’t. He runs off deeper into the tower. Everything gets bigger by the second. Tim skids to a stop next to a door, staring up, up, up at a doorknob several feet above him. He can’t go up the stairs. He’s trapped on this floor with Jason.

Hide, he needs to hide. Where can he hide? Under a couch? The fridge? If Tim can make it to the other room in time, he can wait out this… shrinking that Jason did to him. Tim dashes away towards the kitchen, squirming under the gap between the fridge and the floor. It's terrible, dust and sticky spots covering the ground. But at least he's safe.

Jason walks into the room, looking over the counters and under the cabinets. A predatory gleam shows in his eyes. “Come out, lil chick,” Jason croons. “Come out, come out, wherever you are.”

Tim holds his breath, covering his mouth. Jason can't hear him over the fridge, can he?

The man takes a deep breath. In through the nose, out through the mouth. “I know you’re in here,” Jason says. “You can’t hide from me that easily.” Tim slides backwards, shivering. Jason walks out of the room. Tim looks up from under the fridge. He’s not there. A hand appears from the side of the fridge and snatches Tim up. Tim yelps. Jason shifts his grip so he’s holding Tim by his cape. He holds him up to his face, baring his fangs in a grin. Tim claws at his collar, gasping for breath. “I’ve caught you now, little bird.”

Tim bursts into tears. “Don't hurt me!” Tim cries. “I'll be good! I'll do anything!”

Jason snorts and grins sharply. “Anything?”

“Anything!” Tim yells, sobbing.

Jason raises an eyebrow. “Oh? Are you that desperate?”

Tim shudders at thes sound. “Yes.” His tears continue dripping, shaking his body violently. He can live in a cage until Jason lets him go.

Jason licks his lips. “I'm holding you to that.” Jason's stomach growls and the man smiles before opening his mouth.

Tim gasps, scrabbling at the man's fingers. “No!” Tim cries. “Don't eat me! I'll be good!” The drop into the awaiting maw is short. Tim tips forward as Jason lowers his head. Tim breathes heavily, his hands sinking into the plush texture of Jason's tongue. A sob wrenches out of his chest. Tim starts crying. “Please… You can have anything, I'll do anything, don't eat me…”

“You told me you'd do anything so I wouldn't hurt you,” Jason says around him. “I made my choice.”

“Please,” Tim sobs, shaking.

Jason chuckles. “You're cute, lil chick.” He rolls Tim around on his tongue, coating him in shimmering saliva. Tim wriggles the best he can, pushing at Jason's teeth. Jason lets out an amused huff. Then he tips his head back and swallows.

His throat is tight around Tim, pulling him down. Tim’s arms are pinned above him. There's no room for him to struggle. Tim lets out heaving sobs, beyond frightened.

After a few seconds, Tim is deposited in Jason's stomach, splashing to the bottom. Tim presses his hands against the walls, soaking wet.

Jason’s stomach glows a faint neon green. No, it’s not his stomach that’s glowing, it’s his saliva and the small pool of acid that Tim is sitting in. (If Tim was less panicked, he’d notice that he’s not being burnt by it, so it can’t be stomach acid.)

Jason lets out a small burp. “‘Cuse me.” There's a quiet tapping and Tim yelps as hands message him from the outside. “You hit the spot.” Tim struggles underneath them, gasping as the pressure increases. “Don't get any ideas,” Jason says. “You're mine.”

Tim kicks him once more, tears streaming down his face. He curls up, putting his head on his knees. This is it. This is the end of him. Jason hiccups, patting his stomach once more.

It's muggy and damp and far too warm, the feeling causing Tim to feel horrifically tired. If he falls asleep now, he might not ever wake up. But Tim doesn't want to know what being digested would feel like, so he closes his eyes and ignores the movements of Jason walking, the quiet ping of a Zeta Tube, the sound of a motorbike. The swaying rocks Tim to sleep.

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Tim wakes up covered in slime.

Tim wakes up?

Tim groggily opens his eyes, looking around. He's still inside Jason's stomach, which looks different at this sideways angle. Slime, the texture unlike the saliva Tim was swallowed down with, coats the entirety of Jason’s stomach. And Tim as well. Tim shudders, wrapping his damp cape around himself. It’s awful. He wants to go home. He wants to live.

Jason’s stomach groans around him and Jason yawns. There’s pressure on Tim’s side as Jason rubs his stomach. Gravity shifts as he presumably sits up. “Are you awake?”

Tim stays silent, scared at the thought of dying.

“I’m asking as a courtesy,” Jason says. “I know you’re awake.”

Tim swallows. “Y-yeah?”

“He speaks! How did you sleep?”

Tim hesitates. It’s frightening in here, but he actually slept fine. “Uh. Okay.”

“Great,” Jason says. “Do you want out?”

“...What?”

“Are you ready for me to let you out?”

Tim presses his hands against the walls, shifting into a sitting position. “You’re going to let me out?” His voice is small.

“I promised I wouldn’t hurt you,” Jason says. His hand rubs against Tim’s side. “I don’t intend on you staying in there forever.”

Tim swallows, queasy. Tears prick at his eyes. “Y-yeah, I want to get out.”

Jason hums in acknowledgment. “Give me a minute.” Tim, the saliva, and the slime rock in Jason’s stomach as the man stands up. Tim would find the swaying back and forth motion relaxing if he wasn’t inside a stomach.

G-d he’s inside a stomach. He still can’t really believe it. A glowing stomach that didn’t even digest him, but a stomach, nonetheless. Tim takes a deep breath, trying to keep the panic at bay. He can hear Jason’s even breathing and his steady heartbeat. Jason’s stomach burbles around him.

Tim can hear Jason doing something, even if he can’t tell what. Then cold water enters through Jason’s throat, swallow after swallow. The water soaks Tim even further, causing him to shiver. “H-hey,” Tim protests weakly.

“I need the water, Cocoa Bean,” Jason says. Cocoa bean? “You’d get stuck. Are you ready?”

“Yes, please…” Tim shudders at the thought of staying in Jason’s stomach any longer.

The muscles around Tim compress, forcing him upwards. He gasps, the compression around him worse on the way back up. He’s deposited in Jason’s mouth, covered in slime and saliva. Jason opens his mouth, spitting Tim into his hands. “There we go. That wasn’t too bad, was it?” Jason smiles slightly.

“You ate me!” Tim yells, which is admittedly a bad thing to do to someone over ten times your size. “I… I thought I was going to die!”

“Ah, I told you I wouldn’t hurt you, though. That was on you.” Jason drops Tim in the sink and pulls the moveable faucet off its stand. Jason turns the water on, testing the heat with his fingers. “Hold still.” Jason sprays Tim with the faucet, washing off the slime and saliva. Tim flinches as the water hits him, slowly relaxing into the heat. “There you go, Cocoa Bean. Nice and clean for your return to Nightwing.” Jason rubs him dry with a dish towel then gently removes him from the sink. Tim shivers at the sudden loss in heat. He doesn’t struggle, afraid of falling if he does. Jason places him on the counter and rubs his hair with a finger.

Tim returns to his normal size at the same speed he shrank. Jason lifts him and tosses him over his shoulder. Tim yelps. With one hand, Jason puts his helmet on. “Let’s go, chick.” He swings his legs out the window and climbs out, shutting it with one hand. Jason jumps over the rooftops, Tim wriggling in his grasp. “Stop struggling, please. I don’t want you to go splat.” Tim does as he’s told.

Tim can see Dick standing on a rooftop just outside Crime Alley, the Nightwing suit a brutal contrast against the rising sun. Jason comes to a stop next to him. “Hello, Nightwing.” Jason shoves Tim into Dick’s hands. “Your birdy has been delivered. Pleasure doing business with you.” Jason turns and goes another way, likely to a different safehouse than the one the two just spent the night in.

Dick sets Tim down, busying himself with fretting. “Are you injured? Did he hurt you? What happened?”

Tim wonders if he should inform Dick that his younger brother is alive and can eat people. What he says instead is, “I’m fine, it was scary but I was safe.” Time to pack this all in a box and never think about it again.

Dick hugs Tim tightly. “I’m glad. I… I couldn’t lose another one.”

Ah. Tim probably made the right decision in not telling him then. Tim lets Dick pull him along, glancing back at Crime Alley. Jason is nowhere to be seen.

Tim lets Dick drag him back to the cave. He’s ready for a bath and some proper sleep. This was the most exhausting thing he’s ever experienced.

Eh, could’ve been worse. He could be dead.

Tim’s shower is short and sweet and he blacks out the minute his head touches his pillow. Home sweet home.

#safe vore #soft vore #g/t vore #vore talk #dc vore #unwilling prey #unwilling vore #willing pred #vore writing #vore fic #fandom vore #op #i talk #Jason #Tim #my writing #this isn't a dark fic but it is exactly what it says on the tin #there is vore. if you're reading it that's your fault #prey pov #pred Jason #prey Tim #i keep forgetting to add that like. the reason the slime is specifically mentioned to have a different texture then the saliva is because- #-Jason was eating chips while Tim was in there because he was hoping to freak him out further if he woke up

[smol-and-trashy]

Dual POV vore thing

Idk it wasn’t Twisted Wonderland related until it kinda became. Imagine whatever smug character you want tbh. The only TWST ref is the character’s name

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He had her.

As her tiny form slipped down his throat, he traced her descent. Following the slight bulge from beneath his chin to the crest of his collarbone.

Reclining in the chair, its front wooden legs hovering as his feet rested on the table for balance, he hummed.

Beyond savoring her taste, the sensation of her plunging deeper into his core was undeniably delicious, delectable.

As she pooled into his gut, her immediate squirms and muffled words were met with casual indifference. He pressed the flat of his fingers to his belly, grinning as a flurry of movement occurred in retaliation.

Sure, he’ll release her eventually, but for now, he was going to have some fun with his little toy.

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Plus a prey POV, let’s name her Yuu lol

The asshole actually swallowed her. As Yuu slid down his throat, she was in a shocked trance. Sure, he was playing around with her, raising her above his open mouth and whatnot but she didn’t think the oaf would actually swallow.

Squeezed down his tight gullet, it felt like the world’s most claustrophobic water slide. Yuu dropped into a more open space, the walls dripped with liquid, constantly moving, and the stale odor of past meals made her irritably kick at the nearest wall.

Unbridled chuckles closed in around her, hurling Yuu across the confined space. Her nails dug into the floor, trying to grasp some semblance of stability as she shook off the dizziness. Nerves grated, anxiety fried — she lashed out, hitting and scratching at the walls. Yuu’s entire body was drenched and sticky, courtesy of the oppressive mugginess of her surroundings.

With her hair clinging to her face, Yuu swore she would make this bastard pay the moment she got out of here.

#twst vore #kinda? #twisted wonderland vore #idk it’s super vague but I can kinda see it as pred!jade/Floyd/Ruggie/Azul #basically any cocky TWST character lmao #but it’s vague enough to apply to other stuffs #vore writing #vore Drabble #soft vore #safe vore #short vore writing #extreme cuddling #vore fanfic #fandom vore #pred pov #prey pov #overuse of italics teehee

[sillyromance]

Good day everyone!

Recently I have remembered a saying: "To have butterflies in your stomach" (there are variations of it, I'm sorry if mine is not that accurate) and thought it could be a good idea for a picture. So, here it is!

Although Sacura is already mature enough, she is still a young fem who can act like a little girl from time to time, especially when she sees something pretty. And... She madly loves butterflies! In order to that, I've drawn her like a charming baby dragon hanging out with ones in Drift's fueltank.

#extreme cuddling #safe vore #soft vore #wholesome vore #transformers vore #transvoremers #tf rid vore #drift vore #internal #willing prey #willing pred #prey pov #pred pov #S//acura #oc

[teal-fiend]

preds with instincts that override their conscious brain:

Preds that lose any self control when hungry

Preds who feel hazy after eating, meaning they won't be able to let you out

Preds who are triggered by the scent of their favourite prey

Preds who will immediately start swallowing you if you put your hands in their mouth

preds who cant control their digestion

Preds who will chase you if you start running

#v.ore #tw vore #fatal vore #vore fic #pred pov #prey pov #digestion #soft vore #voreblr #implied digestion #v/ore

[vore-mecca]

With 276 votes counted, the answer is in, but before we reveal the most desired predators by predator and prey alike, let’s look at the runners-up.

Though we know that each and every one of these guys will be eating good tonight, there were two who blew the competition out of the water, ready to dominate a respective 35 and 36 willing predators and prey. (3rd place got 7 votes)

#male vore #gay vore #same size vore #hot pred #prey pov #dream pred

[jack-the-nibbler]

Voretober Day 6: Comfort/Bet

You're quite the horror lover and thought that you would have little problem spending a few hours in an abandoned castle. Unfortunately, it wasn't quite abandoned...

Why had you decided to take this dare? That question repeated itself in your head again and again with each step you took towards the entrance to the castle. For centuries, your town had circulated rumors that a vampire count lived in the dismal keep that towered some distance from the town. You were a bit of an urban legend and horror junkie, and had tried to do your fair share of research on the history of the castle.

In the week leading up to Halloween, some of your friends had dared you to visit the keep and try to find the vampire that lurked there. It seemed fun at first, and appropriately spooky, but the drive there had you filled with doubt. After all, there was a difference between saying and doing. But the place looked stable enough up close…you’d be in and out. Just an hour or two hour adventure. Right?

Equipped with your phone, a flashlight, a water bottle, and snacks, you swallowed your nerves as you stepped up the stairs to the massive, oak doors. One of them was open just a crack, giving you enough space to shimmy your way inside. The inside was appropriately massive; there was a surprising lack of dust or debris for an abandoned keep. Moonlight flitted in through the windows, illuminating a long, red rug leading down a vast hallway.

Heading down the main hall, you gazed at a line of portraits hung up along the walls. Each one depicted men and women with ashen flesh, white or silver hair, and fancy clothes in red, black, and gold colors. It really did feel like you were in some vampire movie. You chuckled softly to yourself, half expecting a swarm of bats to burst out of nowhere.

Each room of the castle seemed to be well maintained. You’d honestly been expecting something more spooky and dilapidated. Who was keeping this place up and running? Was some dedicated preservationist camping out here, or repeatedly making that drive up the mountain road? As you stepped into what looked like a parlor, your eyes traveled over the plush furniture, blood red rug, golden candelabra holding flickering candles…

Wait a minute…that candelabra was lit. If this place was abandoned, then where did the fire come from? The sound of footsteps made you freeze. Either that was another explorer, a thief, or this place really wasn’t vacant. You looked over to the nearest hallway, trying to think of what you might say to this stranger. But when the man stepped into the parlor, all possible words left your mind.

The man was about eight feet tall, as pale as the people in the portraits and having messy silvery hair. He wore an incredibly ornate coat and suit; red, gold, and black, decorated with bloody rose pins and shiny rubies. He wore an equally fancy top hat with a golden bat pin, and long, thin batlike wings extended out from his back. His blood red eyes sized you up, his pointed ears perking up.

“Ahh…a visitor? I haven’t had any visitors in quite a long time…” he said. “Welcome to my home, dear. Please, don’t be so afraid.” But you were frozen. The vampire was real…here, in the flesh, and you were an intruder and likely prey. Fear and instinct kicked in, and you turned and fled back down the way you came. Screw the bet, you weren’t being drained tonight!

“Wait! Please, don’t run!” he cried. But you ignored him, trying to find your way back to the entrance. As you dashed around corners and through hallways, it quickly became apparent that you were lost. The moment you stopped to catch your breath, a large, silver bat flapped up before you, instantly transforming into the vampire you’d just fled from. “I’m sorry, but I cannot let you leave just yet!” he exclaimed, towering over you.

The Count’s ruby-red eyes suddenly glowed. You cowered back under his intense stare; he somehow seemed taller now, growing by the moment. Looking down at the floor, you realized that it was getting closer. He wasn’t growing-you were shrinking! You turned to run again, but the Count grabbed 

“There we go…it’ll be okay, luv,” he said softly, gently petting your head with his thumb. “I’ll just tuck you away for a bit…keep you close to me…” You wriggled in his hold, trying to make sense of his words…and then he held you up and opened wide. The candlelight caught on his fangs, glinting like ivory spears.

“No! Don’t eat me!” You cried. The Count only gave you a soft look before slipping your legs into his mouth. You froze in fear of being sliced on his razor sharp fangs. You shuddered at the feeling of his saliva soaking your pant legs, his tongue sliding against your lower body. All you could do was watch helplessly as your feet slid into his throat.

The vampire was slow and gentle as he slipped you further into his mouth. Your hips slid past his lips, your legs engulfed by his throat. You tried pressing against his lips, but he slurped in your belly, then your chest, leaving only your head visible. The tip of his tongue slid out and curled around your head, pulling you all the way inside.

Your fate was sealed as the Count’s mouth closed behind you. You were up to your hips in his throat, your back pressed against his tongue. Now that you were completely inside, the Count was swallowing you faster, pulling you closer to your slimy doom. Your struggling did nothing to make the vampire spit you out. You tried to grab onto his uvula, but your hands slipped from the fleshy tab. One last strangled cry left you as you were engulfed by the pulsing abyss.

You clawed at the slimy, squishy walls of the vampire’s gullet, one more futile attempt to save yourself. You felt your devourer shudder, his fingers pressing against the bulge in his neck. It was a long, constricting slide down to his stomach, and by the time you were squeezed inside, you felt like your very bones had been beaten.

Shivering, you took out your flashlight and looked around. It was a pink, balmy pouch, about the perfect size to hold you. As if you belonged here. You curled up, whimpering, especially as the Count started to rub you from outside, as if you were just a snack to him.

“I’m…I’m sorry, my dear…I shouldn’t have done that…” he murmured, gently stroking over you. “For decades it has been only my butler and I, and the loneliness has been crushing. I promise not to hurt you…and I will let you go before sunrise. I hope that you can forgive me.”

You laid there in shock. He wasn’t going to hurt you? He did sound genuine…not to mention deeply sorrowful. You tried to think of what it would be like to essentially be alone for possibly hundreds of years. Perhaps you’d be just as desperate for company. And you had to admit, it was surprisingly warm and cozy inside this undead creature’s stomach.

Hearing the Count starting to weep, you reached over to gently rub the stomach walls. He froze, shocked. But he slowly started to purr, rubbing over you in return. He’d spent countless years longing for affection. For the first time in so long, he felt loved…even if just a little. “Thank you, my dear…” he murmured.

You smiled softly, nestling into one of the stomach folds as you rubbed him more. This really wasn’t so bad. Come morning you would likely chew out your friends for putting you through this. But at the same time, you would surprise the Count with quite a few visits after this. Perhaps more than one where he happily tucks you away again.

#soft vore #safe vore #nonfatal vore #male pred #unwilling prey #vampire pred #halloween vore #voreville voretober #voretober #prey pov #pov vore #I was supposed to post this last year lmao #vore writing

[nompunhere]

When you finally spit me out and I regain my bearings, I can’t help but to stare up at you in awe. I don’t think I’ll be able to look at you the same way again after this. The thought won’t leave my head.

I was just IN there.

I’ve seen the inside of your body. I know what it’s like in there, now. I know you both inside and out in the most literal sense. I don’t know if I’ll be able to touch you without thinking of what lies just under your skin. I’ve gotten an up-close look at the systems that keep you running. It’s... amazing, honestly.

Behind those kind eyes, that gentle smile, lies a hunger only I can sate. The desire to bring me in there with you, entrusting me with your life, your innermost thoughts and feelings. You... allowed me to witness all that.

On my mental map of the world, you’re no longer just a solid object, or a moving, interactive person, but also a place that I can go to. The thought makes me giddy, that under your surface, there’s a perfect hideaway available to me, where I can go to be loved and cared for until I’m ready to face the world again.

So thank you, for granting me access to that space. As I smile back at you, I wonder if you can see the wonder in my expression. The sense of immensity I feel when looking at you, reflected in my eyes.

You laugh softly and take me to get washed off. As you walk, I nestle into your hold, focused on the fact that you’re a living, breathing, loving mess of intricate, complicated systems. Your body is amazing. And so are you.

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#soft vore #safe vore #extreme cuddling #prey POV #fluffy vore #vore thoughts #*gets upset* *goes to drafts* *finds the softest half-finished thing I had* *writes complete utter fluff while still vaguely upset* #aaaaaand post >:c #lol I'm not actually upset anymore I just thought that was funny

[loveandvore]

This is a NSFW Kink Blog, Minors DNI!

learned about insect digestive anatomy and i'm not Normal

Dragonfly Boy Vore Time

You're trapped. The dark, cramped space the dragonfly has scarfed you down to is barely large enough to hold you, the walls of his chest pressed tight against your body, pinning you in place. You can feel his rib cage against your face- if only you were a bit stronger, you might be able to fight back, thrust outwards and break it... but it takes all your strength just to strain your muscles against his, his crop cradling you oh so tightly.

You don't know how long you spend in there, held just below his gullet as he goes about his day. Hours pass as his body shifts around you, your only movements prompted by his own. You've almost gotten used to the darkness enveloping you, the walls of flesh cocooning you so unforgivingly, when suddenly, you begin to move- downward, you are moving downward.

Your head slowly pushes out of the dragonfly's crop, into someplace just as tight, but far less flexible. You hadn't realized that were even a possibility. The walls are no longer soft, but lined with firm bumps, which seem to grind against you as you slide further downward. They catch on your clothes, tearing them to shreds, as your skin is tenderized by the rows and rows of tooth-like walls that line the dragonfly's gizzard. You shift and squirm in discomfort, reluctantly grateful that the trip down his throat so graciously coated you with saliva, making this part of the journey less painful than it might have been otherwise.

You're squeezed through, panting in exhaustion as your body is chewed like a piece of meat, bruising your tender skin as you're slowly deposited on the other side of the gauntlet.

Unfortunately, the sting of liquid on your quivering hands tells you that the worst is still yet to come...

#the gizzard............ #vorekink #vore kink #male pred #prey pov #unwilling prey #implied digestion