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gt-preys · 1 year

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Determined little borrower

Siren!Billy, borrower!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

Specialized headgear.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A siren.

They captured a fucking siren.

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

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

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

They give the siren no social interaction whatsoever.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But their fear is still very much alive.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They should leave, he's had enough chances.

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

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

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

Not yet that is.

#b/illy hargrove #borrower reader #siren Billy hargrove #borrower #borrower prey #prey #pred #unwilling prey #vore but not really #safe vore #protective vore #protective pred #pred b/illy hargrove #stranger things vore #g/t stranger things #stranger things g/t #Mawplay #teasing pred #soft pred

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jack-the-nibbler · 2 years

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The moments leading up to vore have a lot of potential. On one hand you can go the fluffy route, with hugs and reassuring words, assuring you that you’ll be safe and comfortable tucked within them. Alternatively you end up with a teasier pred, albeit a somewhat caring one. Stroking your hair as your head is pressed against a growling gut. Telling you how hungry their belly is, how nicely you’ll fill it, the way you’ll satisfy their hunger for as long as they see fit. Giving long, deep, tasting licks, savoring your taste and giving you a good look at their hungry maw. Possibly letting you peer into the gullet you’ll soon disappear into. It’s only a matter of time until the hunger and temptation gets too much, but for now you’re quite fun to play with…

#soft vore #nonfatal vore #pre vore #teasing pred #mouthplay #vore prompts #vore scenario

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luckyshotwrites · 1 year

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“How do you like your new home? It's what you wanted isn’t it?...Of course it is, that's all a meal like you could ever want.”

#vore writing #vore prompt #luckyshotwrites #soft vore #teasing pred #v.ore #v.0re #v/ore #v/0re #AND HEY #HAVE A COOL DAY YOU BOPPIN' BEAN

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lesbianoms · 5 months

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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~”

#v.ore #v0re #soft vore #safe vore #vore talk #endosoma #same size vore #vore kink #protective vore #nom’s thoughts #protective pred #willing prey #vore teasing #vore writing #an otp i can’t tag #romantic vore #minors dni

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mango-ribs · 1 year

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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.

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dvorrak · 21 days

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#v.ore #vore art #vore belly #vore weight gain #male pred #vore digestion #post vore #Teasing observer #oc: javi #furry vore

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gt-preys · 1 year

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No one:

Me: *furiously typing up Steve vore with a sprinkling of Eddie*

#pred Steve harrington #steddie vore #soft vore #v/ore #g/t vore #pred #giant #safe vore #tw vore #stranger things vore #steve harrington vore #eddie munson vore #male reader #prey male reader #teasing pred

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jack-the-nibbler · 2 years

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A Gentleman’s Treat

You learn the hard way that sometimes, restricted areas are best left alone. After all, Hunters are good at delivering punishments.

Fandom: Identity V

Characters: Reader, Jack (”Good Child” skin)

Words: 2,105

CW: Fearplay, digestion mention

“Come out, come out, wherever you are~! I’ll find you soon enough, poppet~!”

You gulped and crouched down more, trying to curl up as tightly as possible within the shadows. Damn it all…this was your fault. The Manor was divided into two halves; one for the Survivors, and one for the Hunters. Being quite the curious soul, you’d wanted to explore the Hunters’ half. The door there was locked, but there was a crack that was big enough for someone shrunken to pass through.

It had taken some effort to convince Kurt to let you borrow Gulliver’s Travels from him, but soon you were carefully holding the book. Reading only a few words had reduced you to the size of a lilliputian, able to slip past the door. It was quite gloomy on the other side, which you’d admittedly expected. And it had been quite harrowing keeping any Hunters from seeing you scurry about.

Unfortunately, you had eventually been spotted by none other than Jack. A charming, if somewhat awkward gentleman much of the time, but also an eerily calm sadist who delighted in the fear of his prey. The man could go from proper to sinister at the drop of a hat, and that’s just what happened as he pursued you. He’d chased you under a door, right into his bedroom. All you could do was crouch behind tins of paint and containers with brushes, praying that he’d lose interest. To make matters worse, you’d dropped the book in your haste.

“Oh poppet, there’s no need to be scared! I only want to play a little,” he called before chuckling. “You know what they say. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy~!” That low, gleeful edge to his tone sent chills through you. He was already a fiend when hunting you down in the Manor “games”, but this was far worse. At least if you were sent off on a rocket chair or “died”, you’d wake up back at the Manor as if nothing had happened.

Now you were utterly trapped; you couldn’t leave without the book! Not only would you be stuck like this for god knows how long, but Kurt would never forgive you! You couldn’t outrun Jack either…who knows what he’d do with you, or if you’d come back from it. You were left to stew in your fear; dread weighed down on you, only to vanish as a paint tin was pulled away.

“Ahh, there you are…~” Jack smirked and reached for you. Your heart practically burst out of your chest, your insides seizing. You had absolutely no hope of escape from the mad painter. Your muscles refused to cooperate as he grabbed you up. With his tall, lanky stature, it would be impossible to land safely.

“No, no, no! Let me go!!” you cried, struggling within his grasp. Jack held you up close, smirking and giving you a good view of his pearly whites. He was admittedly handsome in his current form-nicely sculpted face, tousled silver hair that covered his eyes, and a nicely tailored suit complete with a fancy black top hat. Definitely more pleasant than the horribly pale, faceless, jagged-mouthed, fog creature he often appeared as, but it did little to ease your terror.

“My oh my, you’re much cuter than that Explorer!” he exclaimed. “Speaking of, did you happen to be looking for this?” Jack raised his other hand, showing you the special copy of Gulliver’s Travels held between his fingertips. You gasped and scrambled for it, but it may as well have been a mile away. Jack shook his head and tucked the book into his pocket.

Your blood ran cold as you found yourself completely at the Ripper’s mercy. He was gentle at the moment, carefully rubbing your head with his index finger. It didn’t feel so bad…but you weren’t trusting him. Jack chuckled at your scared little face, watching you tremble as he brought you up to his mouth. His soft lips pressed against your head in a careful kiss, making you blush…but then the tip of his tongue lapped up your cheek. You immediately pulled away, looking up with wide eyes. Had he really just…?

“Awww, don’t tremble so much, luv! I only want to give you a little taste~!” You were given a close view of Jack’s charming grin…and his oddly long, pink tongue sliding across his lips. Warm breath washed over you as his warm, wet tongue laved along your front, each taste bud dragging over you. Jack licked you again and again, humming in delight at your taste. A soft sigh escaped him as he finally relented.

You whined and wiped your hand along your face, attempting to get at least some of the thick slime away. This proved useless as Jack gave you another two licks. You were able to catch a glimpse of his silver eyes underneath his messy hair. There was a teasing mirth in his eyes…but also a hint of hunger.

“Something wrong, poppet? Perhaps you’re realizing just how…appetizing you are?” A sick sinking feeling gripped your innards as it hit you. He was going to eat you.

“How could you be so cruel?!” you yelled. Jack gasped, holding his cheek in mock hurt.

“Oh luv, I’m not that bad! You’re lucky to have met me instead of some of my fellow Hunters,” he remarked. “Luchino might have experimented on you or used you as reptile feed. Joseph might have trapped your adorable self in a photo. Ann’s cat could have nabbed you, the less said about Yidhra, the better…but I’m sure many of them might have just done what I’m about to…”

You watched with wide eyes as Jack dangled you over his mouth. Warmth drifted up like steam as he exhaled, playfully snapping his teeth at your feet. You squeaked and pulled your feet away, not putting it past him to try biting you apart. Although, you quickly realized that it might be better than possibly being digested alive.

Jack slipped your legs onto his tongue, suckling and soaking you in saliva. His lips crept up your body, engulfing your hips, belly, and chest. You shook your head, quietly pleaded, but he only chuckled as he slurped you in. The Ripper’s tongue slathered spit all over you, happily tasting you. It swished you around, stroked along your form, pressed you against the soft inside of his cheeks.

You hissed in disgust, barely able to wriggle much inside his mouth. Jack’s tongue was relentless, keeping you trapped. Not like you could manage to pry open his teeth anyways. You weren’t escaping-that was cemented as Jack tilted his head back, pushing you backwards. Your eyes widened in horror as your feet slipped into the abyss of his throat.

“No, no! Don’t swallow!” you cried. You clawed at his tongue, but it was too slippery to give any purchase. The painter’s throat squeezed around your legs, threatening to pull you downward. Jack opened his mouth, taunting you with a last look at the world. With his teeth framing your view of his room, he gulped, pulling you into his gullet up to your waist. One more swallow sent you down, the light slipping from your view.

Jack’s gullet was tight, squeezing around you in a steady rhythm. You grimaced at the feeling, and an additional pressure. Jack was pressing a finger along the bulge traveling down his throat, delighted little hums vibrating around you. Of course the hunter would delight in your suffering-you were just a mouthful to him, nothing more than a snack for the cruel gentleman.

“Mmmh~…That’s it, slip on down, luv. You’re doing good…~” he cooed in a tone that might have been soothing. You whined as you were pushed deeper into his body, briefly stopping at a particularly tight squeeze. Just as you feared that you would burst, you slipped past the sphincter and landed within his stomach. It groaned around you, briefly squeezing as it determined the size of its new occupant.

You couldn’t believe it-you’d just been eaten. Jack had gobbled you up as easily as he would a tea cake or a slice of ham. You’d reluctantly gotten used to being prey for hunters, but never in the sense of actually being eaten! The air was humid, there wasn’t a speck of light-not like there’d be much to see-and every surface was slimy, slippery, and squishy. As you moved around, trying to get your bearings, the stomach squeezed around you. Jack let out a rather impolite belch a moment later.

“Oh, pardon me!” he exclaimed. “I must say, you’re more filling than I thought! And you feel so nice…I don’t think I’ll need to eat again until dinner!” A chill ran through you at the thought of your fate. You tried to sit up, only to be squished down again as Jack rubbed his belly.

Dread pooled within you again as you desperately felt around. There were only two ways out of Jack’s stomach, and you’d sooner take a flare gun shot to the face than take the lower route. Trying to pry at the throat entrance proved useless. It was too tight, only drawing a few giggles from your captor.

“Don’t fight too much, now! Or do, it feels so wonderfully ticklish,” Jack said. “You fit so perfectly, luv, almost like this was meant to be.” You were about to protest, only to hear the door open. Jack looked up to find Joseph standing there, his bright, pure blue eyes lidded in slight unamusement. “Why, good day! Have I been bothering you, Mr. Desaulniers?” he asked sweetly.

“You’ve been causing an awful racket,” Joseph said. “Anyways, the others want to know if you’re coming down for lunch.” Jack smiled, briefly muffling another burp.

“No thanks, Chap. I just ate.” Jack licked his lips, smirking as if he planned to have the Frenchman for dessert. Joseph grimaced, swiftly leaving the room. He’d never known that a Survivor had snuck into his territory, much less been gulped down whole by a fellow Hunter.

That little interaction brought a horrible realization. No one would know what had happened to you. Kurt would have an idea, but the others would only truly know if Jack taunted them with your fate. Is this really how you’d be remembered? A curious little fool who’d become a snack for a monstrous Englishman? Tears started to brim in your eyes.

“J-Jack, please, come to your senses…” you pleaded. “I don’t want to die in here!” That actually made the Ripper pause…then he chuckled warmly.

“Die?” He said. “Oh sweetheart, no one is allowed to die here! This has already happened a few times before you arrived. I assure you, the reformers work just as well with digestion as they do with bleeding out. It won’t be your end.” That…was quite a shock. You sat there in the gurgling darkness for a good moment.

“You…you mean it? I’m going to be fine?” You asked. Jack gave an affirmative hum.

“Cross my heart, or what’s left of it. I was actually planning to spit you out at some point this time.” He replied.

A wave of relief washed over you. You were still trapped in a Hunter’s guts and soaked in slime, but at least your story wouldn’t end within the churning depths of his belly.

“Of course, I could digest you if you wanted, let you revive later. You’d look lovely on my hips, dear.” Jack said. That brought a new bout of squirming and yelling from you. He laughed and patted you again. “Alright, I won’t! But do get cozy; it’ll be a few hours before I let you back out.”

You carefully nestled into the folds along his stomach walls. While Jack went about his business outside, you listened to the inner workings of his body. Up above was his somewhat erratic heartbeat, the rush of air through his lungs, and content humming. Below was the low groaning of his intestines, and you could almost imagine the sound of his blood flow. As gross as this should have felt, it was oddly relaxing now. Soothing, even.

The gentle rocking motion of his gut as he walked cradled you. You’d gotten used to the darkness, damp warmth, and even the slime. You gave a soft sigh as you were slowly eased into slumber. It was soft within your captor’s tummy, and the thrill of your little adventure had worn you out. And the gentle rubbing told you that Jack didn’t mind you taking a small nap at all, safely tucked away inside him.

#safe vore #nonfatal vore #unwilling prey #prey pov #pov vore #soft vore #idv vore #male pred #gentleman pred #fearplay #mouthplay #teasing pred #shrunken prey #g/t vore #vore writing #this is very self indulgent smh

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luckyshotwrites · 1 year

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Hi hi! I wanted to say I love widfali so far! I think it's a pretty interesting concept compared to a lot of other Vore stories I've read where the main character's kidnapped or there against their will! Not that I don't like those too.

And, I wanted to know if I can make a request for you to do Lev's reference sheet next? Please. 👉👈

Ask and you shall receive, Cheesy, is it okay if I call you that? Lol. I'm glad you're enjoying the series so far. I've been lacking the motivation to continue as of late, but that was the juice I needed. Thank you!

AND AS ALWAYS, ALL OF YOU READING THIS, HAVE A SUPER AWESOME DAY! YOU DESERVE IT! *Shakes Pompom's Aggressively*

P.s. Don't worry guys, my art can only keep improving, so I'm sorry if its bad right now!

#widfali art #widfali #vore story #soft vore #teasing pred #vore oc #oc art #luckyshotwrites #v.ore #v.0re #v/0re #v/ore

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lesbianoms · 5 months

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I really liked your vore prompt stuff could I request more but on the prey end?

Oh totally, sure!

I’ll make the list here gender-neutral and a bit more broad, but you’ve given me a delicious idea for a self-indulgent post that I’ll make later…

Anyways!

When they’re outside the gut:

“Darling, I’m soo cold… no, no, I don’t need a blanket… I can think of something cozier and warmer~”

“Lay down. Let me feel your belly …… Mmmm, oh God, it’s so soft 💕 what I wouldn’t give to be in there right now~”

“Shh… listen. Your tummy is talking... *brrbl~*… I think it’s trying to invite me inside…”

“Oh yeah, you’d like to swallow me down and trap me in that tight, gurgling ball-gut of yours, wouldn’t you? Hm? You like having that much power over one person?”

“I promise I’ll struggle for you… I may be an easy catch, honey, but I’m a hard pill to swallow…”

When they’re inside the gut:

*mmmnf~* 💖

“I love how I can feel your heart beat faster whenever I rub the walls in here…”

“Your food doesn’t realize how lucky it is, darling… or maybe I’m the lucky one, since I’m the only meal you’ve ever had that’s seen the light of day again~”

“One day I’ll get tucked in here and I’ll never want to come out. Burp and heave all you like— you wouldn’t be able to stop me from nesting snugly in your gurgly depths…”

“This belly belongs to me. Your body is my temple…”

When people go after their pred:

“Yeah, they like eating me alive. So what? I’d want to eat me, too!”

“They’re not a monster. They’re the whole world to me… inside and out…”

“Watch it, pal. This stomach is reserved for one person and one person only. It’ll get pretty cramped for you.”

“Their belly is my safe place. I feel like I can just curl up in there and let all my worries melt away~”

“You should see how big I stretch their stomach when they swallow me…”

#v.ore #v0re #soft vore #vore talk #nom’s thoughts #willing pred #safe vore #endosoma #willing prey #vore kink #protective vore #asks #vore asks #vore writing #vore teasing #romantic vore #an otp i can’t tag #minors dni

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abellyfulloffriends · 1 year

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Naga's Picnic

Surprise! It's a self-indulgent Naga g/t vore fic! Full of teasing, naga anatomy lessons, and lots of vore!

(aka my OC Tero is hungry for tinies again, but he's a sweetheart about it.)

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The air is crisp, and the sun is poking out from behind a few clouds; Tero spreads the towel neatly across the grass with his tail, pressing out the wrinkles. Grasped in both hands is a special picnic basket containing delicate cargo. He leans over, gently placing it down on the towel, then moves his serpent body around it protectively.

The idea for the picnic was presented to him by a few mutual friends, and there was no way he could pass on it once he learned the details. Tero was already quite hungry. He reaches down for the elastic clasp undoing it simply enough, then hesitates. The end of his tail quivers; his anticipation is crippling. He attempts to hold his composure as he flips up the lid.

Tero looks away and covers his mouth, exhaling a chuckle. Inside the picnic basket were five tiny people, each about the size of his hand, looking up at him. He thought they looked adorable, lying about in the soft lining. The sensation in his tail didn’t seem to go away. He tries not to make eye contact as he speaks, “You all seem. . . eager.” Upon seeing what kind of task he had up against him, was he sure he could still do this? There were so many, how could he pick who to consume first? Should he simply ask? Tero’s stomach protests at his indecisiveness, growling loudly. He decides to not keep his stomach waiting.

***

“W-who wants to go first?” He had tried to mask his apprehension, squaring his shoulders and crossing his arms, but when a single tiny had jumped up on the rim of the basket and waved he couldn’t contain it. Tero smiled and sighed. He might as well enjoy himself, right? “Alright then, hold still for me.” He brings the end of his tail over, curling it around the small person firmly. Bringing them a little over his head, he watches intently. The tiny nods their head, signaling to continue. Tero spreads his jaws and uncoils his tail, letting them drop head first onto his tongue. The tiny swims forward, letting the wet warmth overtake their senses. Tero swallows once, then again, sending the tiny down. He traces their form sliding down his gullet with the tip of his tail. The subtle taste of the tiny lingers as they drop into Tero’s stomach.

***

With new invigoration, Tero shifts on the towel, uncoiling from the basket and letting his serpent half splay behind him. He leans over the basket eyeing his choices. Who would be next? One didn’t seem to be paying attention, staring up into the sky. Tero waves his hand over them, the tiny barely spares a glance and shrugs. He laughs at this tiny’s nonchalance. Was this a challenge? The tiny flinches as they’re grasped by their feet and picked up. Their world spins as the naga lifts them upside down over his head. He grins mockingly, “Having fun?” Tero lowers his lunch down like a cluster of grapes, leaving them halfway out of his mouth as he seals his lips around them, and lets his fingers release. The naga spends a short time exploring the small person’s taste with his tongue, the slightly salty flavor pleasing his taste buds. He further slurps them in and begins swallowing immediately, as his stomach wasn’t quite content with a single occupant. The naga’s body takes care of the rest, as the tiny disappears into him.

***

Tero wipes his mouth, feeling slightly sated as his stomach groans. He takes a moment to run a hand over his abdomen. Admittingly, he was enjoying himself, but he had good intentions. He wasn’t trying to scare any of them. Tero feels something brush against coils, he looks down to find two of the tinies had left the basket. Notably, these two were holding hands. “Oh? What do have here?” He took a moment to study them; what are they planning? “So, which of you is going in first?” The pair glance at each other and then back up to the naga, shaking their heads. Incredulously he stutters, “T-Together?” Theoretically, he could do it, all he had to do was stretch his throat a little wider, but he didn’t want them to get stuck either. He figured his best shot was to take it slow. After considering his options, He coils his tail around them a few times, lifting them. “Try not to squirm too much in my throat.”

The naga strains his jaws wide, lowering the pair of tinies past his tongue to his gullet. He unfurls his tail from around them, then uses the tip to inch them into his throat. Swallowing them now would send all the saliva down, causing the pair to get stuck. Tero’s glottis ensures he won’t choke, but the last thing he wanted to do was to cause anyone to panic. He pushes them in a little further, just until his throat muscles can do the work for him. The pair begin to form a noticeable bulge in his neck. He moves his hands to massage his throat, coaxing the pair downward. Tero’s heart rate picks up as he finally swallows, the feeling of his gullet stretching to accommodate two guests at once takes his senses by surprise. Tero quickly contains himself, holding his hands into fists and curling his tail. The feeling quickly subsides as the pair of tinies are deposited into his belly.

***

Tero feels the fullness in his gut set in, as his belly goes from two to four occupants. His stomach is visibly distended, poking out from his hoodie. Inside, the tinies have begun to move around, exploring their new space. The naga grabs his writhing gut in protest. “W-Woah! Don’t squirm so much, you’ll-urp!” Tero burps and quickly covers his mouth; His face flushes red. “I t-told you.” His belly occupants continue to move, and out of desperation, he coils his midsection with his tail, holding his gut in place. The spastic moves finally stop as the tinies stop squirming. Inside Tero’s stomach, the group has arranged themselves into a cuddle pile; finding a spot nestled into the interior wall of the stomach lining. The ambient warmth and tight confines coaxing them into relaxing into each other. He huffs relieved, his tail still shaking from what just occurred.

Tero sighs, dropping his shoulders. “One more. . .”

***

The last tiny in the basket looks up at the nearly full naga, towering over them. “I didn’t forget about you.” He reaches down for them, and the tiny holds up a hand, palm facing him. “Hm?” The tiny gestures for him to lean closer, cupping their hands. Whispering the idea of savoring them thoroughly. Considering the previous two had passed over his tongue entirely, Tero would happily take his time with the last one.

Tero holds the tiny up to his face, gently cupped in his hands. He slips his tongue out, presenting it to them. The tiny leans in, and hugs the tongue, soaking them in warm saliva. The naga pulls his guest in slowly, as the tiny hangs on. Tero closes his eyes, moving the tiny into his cheeks. The taste was slightly sweeter than any of the others. He maneuvers them with his tongue to the other side of his mouth, and he admires the flavor a bit more.

He reaches in and pulls them out of his mouth with his tail. He plants a kiss on their forehead, “Never tasted someone as sweet as you.” He whispers. The tiny giggles. “You should join the others, don’t want to keep them waiting.” Tero repeats the motions, slipping them in, admiring their taste, then pulling them near his throat. He’s reluctant to give up on the tiny’s flavor just yet, so he squishes them to his palate, softly sucking on their body like peppermint candy. When the taste subsides, Tero takes opens his mouth and looks up, light from the sun pours in, glistening over the slick face of the tiny. The muscles in his throat collapse over them, and a pinhole of light is visible as they are sent down with a gulp!

***

As the final tiny hits his stomach, Tero takes inventory. He has an empty picnic basket, five excited guests staying in his belly, a feeling of fullness, and the lingering taste they left behind. He licks his lips. He could definitely still taste the last one, the slightly sweet sensation on his tongue causes his tail to twitch slightly.

Tero moves his serpent tail to coil around him as he lays down, using his coils as a blanket and pillow. He sighs deeply as he moves a hand down over his distended belly. Inside his gut, the last tiny joins the cuddle pile, careful not to jostle the walls as the rest move to accommodate.

Tero basks his scales in the open sun, his stomach full and satisfied. He focuses on every little movement. His eyelids were heavy, yet he continued to rub circles into his belly. Knowing they were all safe and secure, Tero could give in and doze off eventually, but until then, he would live in this feeling for a while.

#safe vore #soft vore #extreme cuddling #naga pred #multiple prey #gender neutral prey #g/t vore #vore writing #my writing #I sort of teased this fic a little bit ago with that moodboard #also #the tinies are like five inches tall #I had so many ideas but couldn't fit everything #it would have been too long otherwise #nonsexual vore

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