#Pred appreciation

[coldtwaer]

Preds being cozy

I really like the concept of a pred that really enjoys being cozy

Like, as soon as you walk inside their room you can see hundreds of soft pillows scattered around

Then there’s their bed that is flooded by pillows and plushies with there only being just enough available space to fit them.

So when their partner comes to visit, they ask where they can lay and the pred offers the best spot they know. (Spoiler: It’s their stomach)

Now the two of them can both be cozy while the pred sleeps off the oncoming food coma on the very comfortable bed (The prey is perfectly fine). Maybe after the pred wakes up and lets the prey out they can go watch a movie on the couch with some hot cocoa. (a beverage I believe is acceptable for any season of the year)

[nightmarevore]

a switch flips in Rowan's head. where he was standing and talking to luke, his expression falters. his eyes are distant as he looks up from his beloved and where they are. when did they get in public? where are they? he knows luke is in front of him. he can see him and smell him. he’s right in front of him. but who are all these people that surround them? the smell is overwhelming. his stomach churns as dread over takes the predator. this isn’t home. this place isn’t safe. luke needs to be inside him. luke is safe inside him. wouldn’t it be easy to swallow him down now and take him some place they can be safe, where rowan can protect him from the pain of the world? from all these strangers who stare at the two like they’re freaks….

“rowan? are you okay?” luke’s voice chimes through rowan’s panic. the predator’s eyes shoot towards his boyfriend. his face flushes, and he grabs luke’s arm tightly. rowan’s stomach growls in quiet desperation to keep its prey safe. “what’s happening, love?”

without much thought, rowan’s mouth opens wide, and all luke sees is the back of rowan’s throat before he’s shoved into the darkness of his maw. he’s desperate, almost as if eating luke is a requirement to staying alive. as if he didn’t have his beloved boyfriend within him, the two of them would cease to be. luke’s left dazed and confused, his body tensing up as rowan stuffs him into his gullet. 

“rowan?!” he calls out, pressing his hands up against his partner. he attempts to push him away. they’re in public, why would he do this now?! his words are left on deaf ears as a loud swallow pulls luke into the predator’s throat. 

loud gasps. a few people in the crowd watch what happens before them. a man, out of nowhere, began swallowing the person next to him. predators exist, it’s not a shock that they have to eat another in order to sate their appetite. in public, in such a crowded space, though? people couldn’t help but look on in some kind of shocked horror.

rowan holds luke in place as aggressive, panicked, and desperate swallows pull his head and body deeper within him. luke hears how fast and panicked the predator’s heart is beating. something is wrong, and it’s too tight for luke to call out to him and ask what’s going on. even if he could, he didn’t think he’s getting an answer. it… feels like a fugue, but something tells him it’s not. he wouldn’t be in such a panic. 

luke’s flavor blesses rowan’s senses. his scent fills his nose as he swallows him down in an act of love and protection. in an act of pure desperation. he thinks he’s hungry, or maybe he isn’t, and this is just what his mind is demanding he do. it’s tight as his cherry slips down further his gullet. his body squeezes him from all sides and holds him in place. each swallow leaves luke more and more immobile. his arms are pressed up against his own body, constricting him. 

love luke. crave luke. devour luke.

protect him from everything and everyone.

another swallow squeezes and massages luke’s being further down, his head forcefully being shoved into his stomach. his middle visibly expands as the shifter begins to be deposited inside. 

“rowan, what’s going on?” luke finally takes a breath and speaks. it’s a relief that it’s easier to speak in his stomach. “what happened?” 

the predator purrs, continuing to swallow his partner down. he lifts him up, one hand reaching for his middle. he feels it grow as more of luke is forced inside. 

right where he’s safe. right where he belongs. right where he needs him.

his stomach expands more and more. luke’s entire being is forced into the chamber, quickly and desperately. he attempts to shift amidst all of this, trying to figure out what to do and how to sit. rowan would never just suddenly eat him in public like this. rowan hates doing any of this in public. something is terribly wrong.

aggressive and hard swallows send luke’s legs down the predator’s throat, his shirt rising over his middle and growing at a fast pace. both of his hands reach down to his middle and hold tightly onto his skin. he needs to feel the weight of luke inside him, whether it’s the shape his stomach takes, the sensation of luke entering him. of the weight inside his expanding middle. his hands hold a tight grip as his fingers sink harshly into his skin. his nails dig into the layers of skin as he attempts to support the weight of his middle. 

one final swallow sends the rest of luke down, and his head remains tilted upwards until he feels the love of his life finally and fully slide down to his center. it’s marked with a rumble and luke’s muffled voice, but he can’t make out the words. even if he wasn’t muffled, would rowan be able to pay attention to what he’s saying in the first place?

rowan’s eyes shoot open. they’re wide yet glossy. rowan himself isn’t all there. he growls, keeping his hands glued to his middle as the scent of every living person that surrounds them fills his nostrils. it’s overwhelming. it makes him sick.

people are staring. they look on to the predator, some in horror. some people back away. rowan begins to walk, forcing his way through the crowd. a woman, someone he doesn’t know, someone so unfamiliar to him he doesn’t know her name, gets TOO close to him. too close to his middle. his stomach. his luke. his world, his everything. 

the pressure of his hands sink deeper into his belly as the low growl in the bottom of rowan’s throat turns into a snarl, and sharp teeth snap at the strange woman. she sees a monster who swallowed a man whole not just a moment before, and the predator wants to keep it that way. she screams, fearful that this man was going to bite her and strike her down. drool drips from his lips as the rage in his eyes burn deep like a fire. 

“rowan! what the hell is going on?” luke calls out. 

rowan can't hear him. he squeezes his middle with teeth out for the world to see. nobody will hurt him, or his cherry. 

[kitnita]

Dallas Stars goaltender Jake Oettinger (29) drops the puck in front of Nashville Predators right wing Michael McCarron (47) after he stopped his shot attempt during the second period at the American Airlines Center in Dallas, January 12, 2024. (Tom Fox / Staff Photographer)

[teal-fiend]

using gendered pronouns to address a pred's stomach e.g,

"She hasnt been fed in a while"

"he has a lot to say, very talkative today"

And talking to the stomach instead of the pred. Ignoring the pred, even.

Treating the pred like an add-on. Because the stomach is more important.

[predshockey]

[cyncerity]

Would you get mad if I showed up in your inbox and was like "borrower Dream climbing up to George's sleeping moth to wake them up with a tiny kiss but George yawns in his sleep and swallows Dream and when he wakes up Dream's gotta get him to notice him"?

UNAWARE VORE UNAWARE VORE UNAWARE VORE-

One of my favorite vore tropes personally it’s just *chefs kiss* perfect i love it so much

Imagine angst wise, especially if George cant hear Dream >:)

Or if this is the first time Dream gets nommed-

He’s just panicking and he’s pounding on the walls yelling but George can’t hear him. Eventually the pain wakes him up but since he’s never eaten Dream before, he assumes it just a stomachache. So he takes something that usually settles his stomach, but it doesn’t fix it. In fact, it may have made it worse.

Dream is startled by something else coming into the stomach with him, so he starts to thrash harder, which really upsets George’s stomach cause he’s not used to having living, moving things in there. The more he moves and fights, the more the walls around him compress him in painful ways, knocking the air out of his lungs and bruising him all over.

George is just trying to find anything to settle his stomach, but no medicine or online recipe has worked. He even at one point tries to find Dream to ask him what to do, or to see if there’s any natural borrower made remedies that he may know of, but he can’t find him. This is probably the worst part for Dream to hear; George is so close yet he has no idea.

It takes a full day of George trying to wait it out and fix it before he gets fed up to the point that he tries to throw up. Only then does he find where Dream had been all day, and he feels awful. Dream has completely lost his voice from screaming all day to no avail, and is obviously a scared, shaking mess, so George does his best to comfort him. A nice, warm blanket, food, putting on a movie he knows he likes, and just apologizing and whispering promises that it’ll never happen again. George wants to hold him close, to kiss him and tell him that it’ll all be ok and press him to his heart, but he knows that more physical contact is probably the opposite of what Dream needs right now, and that’s ok. He’ll do anything to make Dream feel more safe after that.

on the other hand, fluff:

Dream knows it’s safe and is more like “well George is asleep i’ll get him to let me out when he wakes up” but by the time George wakes up, Dream has fallen asleep lol

George spends like 4 hours looking for him until Dream wakes up and is like “uh oh” so he just starts pounding on the stomach walls

Again going with the idea that George can’t hear Dream cause i think that’d be funnier, George is initially kinda freaked out before realizing “oh that’s where Dream went.”

Que a lot of George drinking and eating stuff, poking his stomach, moving around a lot, laying face down to squish him, and generally just fucking with Dream as a “punishment.”

By the time George spits him out he’s covered in soda and still sticky from the now digested candy that he had been sitting in, so George cleans him off with a soft towel and warm water and Dream pretends to be mad at George for messing with him, but he’s not doing a great job hiding his smile.

[urfavoritewriter]

Beachside Appetite

Content: M/?, Male Vore, Male Pred, Digestion. Likes and reblogs are very appreciated!

Brandon lounged on the sandy shores, the gentle hum of the beach around him. The sun kissed his tanned skin, a light sheen of sweat making it glisten in the afternoon light. The serene lull of the waves crashing in the distance, children’s laughter, and distant chatter, were the perfect background noise for his relaxation.

Beside him, an empty towel and a few discarded personal items—a pair of flip-flops, a novel, and sunglasses—were the only testament to the beach-goer who had once occupied the spot. That, and the distinct, rounded bulge in Brandon’s stomach.

He adjusted his position slightly, propping himself up on one elbow, the sand molding to accommodate the added weight of his recent indulgence. His free hand lazily traced circles on his swollen belly. "You know," he began, addressing the mound with a smirk, "I always did say the beach was the best place for a snack."

From within, a muffled groan responded, the contours of his belly shifting faintly in protest. Brandon simply chuckled, enjoying the sensation of the beach-goer squirming inside him. The movements caused his taut skin to ripple slightly, drawing the curious glances of a few nearby sunbathers.

A playful breeze swept through, carrying the tang of salt and the tantalizing scent of sunscreen. Brandon tilted his face up, relishing the feel of the sun on his features. "You should be thanking me," he mused aloud, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards. "I mean, you get the best beach view, nestled comfortably inside me."

He sighed, stretching out his limbs, the hot sand gritty beneath him. His belly, with its pronounced bulge, stood in stark contrast to his chiseled abs and toned muscles. But Brandon didn’t mind. In fact, he found it rather... appealing. A testament to his power and dominance.

Feeling a bit more playful, he gave his belly a firm pat, eliciting another muffled protest from within. “Shhh,” he whispered, teasingly pressing a finger to his lips, even though his occupant couldn’t see it. “Let’s not make a scene. After all, I'm trying to enjoy my day at the beach.”

The afternoon sun climbed higher, casting its intense golden rays on the beach. As Brandon continued to bask, his skin warmed, and the bronze tan deepened. The sounds of the beach grew louder, the frolicking beach-goers adding to the merry ambiance. Yet for the one inside Brandon's belly, the surroundings were a stark contrast to his situation.

The temperature inside the confines of Brandon's stomach rose steadily, and the muffled, desperate movements from within grew more pronounced. The tightness was oppressive, the thick muscular walls of Brandon's insides pressing in from all sides, leaving little room for maneuvering.

However, for Brandon, each squirm and wriggle was like a gentle massage, a rhythmic motion that he could feel from deep within, making his relaxation even more pleasurable. He could almost visualize the poor beach-goer, trapped in his heated, constrictive prison, the tightness increasing with each passing moment.

Occasionally, he'd feel a particularly strong push or a kick, and he'd simply chuckle, giving his belly a soft, admonishing tap. "Easy there," he'd drawl, the corner of his mouth quirking upwards in amusement. "I know it's hot, but it's summer, after all. Besides," he added, a teasing note in his voice, "this is what a real beach body feels like."

The scent of coconut oil wafted through the air as Brandon applied a generous amount to his skin, making sure not to miss a spot. His fingers lingered on the surface of his belly, tracing the faint outlines of the person inside. Each time his fingers brushed against a protruding elbow or knee, he'd smirk, reveling in his dominance. "See? A personal sunblock application," he whispered, his tone dripping with mock sweetness. "I really am taking good care of you."

But inside Brandon's gut, the heat was relentless. The combination of Brandon's natural body warmth and the scorching sun made for an unbearable sauna. The beach-goer's struggles grew weaker, exhaustion setting in from the oppressive environment and lack of space. But Brandon, seemingly oblivious to the plight of his captive, simply continued to luxuriate in the sun, his body and mind at complete ease.

As the day wore on and the shadows began to lengthen, Brandon felt a rising pressure in his chest, the result of the slow digestive process and the air trapped within. With a casual tilt of his head, he released a deep, resonating burp, the sound echoing slightly in the relative quiet of the late afternoon beach.

"Heh, excuse me," he chuckled, though there wasn’t really anyone around who seemed bothered by the sound. If anything, a couple of beach-goers nearby simply looked over with a mix of amusement and mild surprise.

Brandon's hands, strong and sun-warmed, settled once again on his belly, applying a gentle pressure and kneading it in slow circles. The motion elicited a few more feeble squirms from within, which only made Brandon's smirk grow wider. "You've been quite the companion today," he mused aloud, squeezing the bulge slightly, imagining the increased discomfort it would cause for his involuntary guest. "But all good things must come to an end."

Slowly, with the languid grace of a big cat, Brandon pushed himself to his feet, brushing the sand off his back and legs. He took a moment to stretch, every muscle in his well-defined body flexing and rippling under the sun. He caught sight of a few friends setting up a net for a game of beach volleyball nearby, the ball bouncing in the soft sand.

Grinning, he made his way over, calling out, "Need an extra player?" As he approached, he couldn't resist adding, "I've got a bit of added weight today, so I might be a bit slower," patting his belly with a wink. The laughs and jeers of his friends carried through the air, but deep inside him, the dread of what was to come intensified, as the prospect of a vigorous game of volleyball promised only more jostling and discomfort for the unfortunate beach-goer.

[followthebluebell]

hello! my cat was recently diagnosed with asthma, and her vet says her treatment will be steroids indefinitely (shes currently taking 1ml twice a day, but the goal is to get down to 0.5ml 1/day, as long as that dose is still effective). overall im lucky shes fairly docile, i know my other cats would be a lot more difficult to medicate, but im still struggling with getting the medicine in her mouth. she jerks her head away quickly, and a lot of the time the medicine either misses and gets everywhere, or she'll open her mouth and dump some of it back out. i cant seem to be quick enough with the syringe to get all the liquid in her mouth and have her swallow it.

do you have any advice to make this easier for the both of us? i know itll never be Easy easy, since i cant explain to her that its for her own good, but im stressing that shes not actually getting the medicine since its hard to tell how much got in her mouth and got swallowed. thank you so much for your time, i really really appreciate it even if you dont have any tips.

as payment i present: The Penguin in question. shes such a sweet girl. i just want her to feel better ):

Hello! I'm sorry to hear your kitty is ill--- asthma is tricky to handle, so it's good that you've got a treatment plan already in progress.

so, it really depends on what kind of medication she's taking. 'Steroids' is a pretty broad group and there are several steroids commonly used for asthma in cats that can be compounded into a tastier form, like small tabs that are much easier to crush and hide in food. Some steroids can even be made into a transdermal paste that just goes on their ear. Personally, I find that transdermal medications don't work as well as oral, but it's something to talk to your vet about.

I strongly encourage you to discuss other options with your vet to see if this is a possibility. Absolutely keep those lines of communication open and explain that you've been having problems dosing your cat.

Another alternative is to try hiding the liquid medication in an especially tasty treat, like a churu or baby food. A LOT of cats absolutely love chicken or ham baby food and it's perfectly safe as long as the baby food doesn't have onions or garlic in it. I know it's VERY controversial but I've also hidden particularly bitter medications in whipped cream--- some cats have very violent stomach upsets from dairy, so it's a VERY calculated risk!

Roomba is pretty difficult to medicate. Due to her various food sensitivities, it's not really an option to compound her medication with flavors. She's also very difficult to burrito, she's too tiny for my typical cat restraint methods, and she won't eat her food if her meds are mixed in. I typically just load up her syringe with SLIGHTLY more medication than is called for and administer it quickly, hoping that most of it stays in her mouth; since pred is very cheap, I'm willing to risk losing some. It's also important to aim for the upper mouth, towards the back, without actually getting it IN her throat directly, because that's a choking risk.

Picking her up quickly by her armpits encourages her to swallow. I don't let her feet leave the floor when i do this, because it's uncomfortable for cats to dangle like that. Just the quick pick-up seems to do it. Gently blowing air in her face also seems to work.

[monster-teef]

chubby pred appreciation <3

[maplesyrupandgt]

Do you have any headcanons for pred Neuvillette?

Yesss I love pred Neuv so much. He deserves so many little treats and though I pred lean, I'd gladly offer myself to him

Neuvillette's canines are so sharp- like he's extra careful during noms so as not to let his prey come to harm

he's a little picky but if you ask nicely, he may let you sit in his water to be swallowed down along with it

prey almost always has to be willing and even overly so since he will rarely ask directly if he has a craving or need

He has little tells when having a preyfriend offer themself would he helpful to him

These include: condensation on his pen or inkwell- never the books or any documents, he may begin tapping his foot during work, or rain will start and stop in spurts of frustration among other things. Keep an eye on his body language and abilities to know when he needs a little extra love

Neuvillette doesn't eat as often and isn't very much food driven, but rubs from the inside can be incredibly relaxing for him

Prey with visions that can cool his internal temperature make him purr - which he's slightly flustered by

He'll only go after unwilling prey if he's eating them for their sake or as a punishment he's required to dole out

That means he might act as a holding cell, or he'll use noms to break up conflict or as something he deems necessary as management of mischievous tinies

It's rare but feisty unwilling prey moments are also the only times he might hunt a tiny down. He's direct with this and sometimes he locks a little too deeply into hunter mode and that can be very intimidating

Naturally wet in his tum, almost completely dark but there's a very very soft blue tint, just enough to make out shapes and as a tiny's gaze adjusts they can make out more

He sometimes would appreciate having a tiny in his mouth. He doesn't do candies or anything to busy his mouth typically, but just the weight on his tongue and tiny shifts as he works can be a good way for him to fidget

He salivates quite a bit when a tiny is in his mouth and they may have to remind him to swallow with little taps when he's distracted.

Sometimes he's so focused that he'll just gulp a tiny down this way

[dragongirluvula]

So, while I'm very much into both the pred and prey roles in vore. I've definitely found a new appreciation for the self appointed role of enabler.

Catch me at the bar flirting with a cute girl and telling her she totally needs to meet my girlfriend, never seen again outside of Prin's bone collection

Going through her phone while she's still squirming inside my hungry wolf gf, the two of us deciding which of her contacts will be next, purely encouraging Prin to be as greedy as she wants about it.

I know this is like, definitely covered in observer as a role, but the name feels too passive. I'm not just watching. I'm helping. I saw my terrible monster of a wolf gf and decided, yeah I'm gonna make her worse!

[squirmifyoulike]

Hi there, just wanted to share my appreciation for that monster post you made! I've been on a feral pred kick recently and your way of writing is wonderfully descriptive!

Aww, thank you! It always makes me happy to see these kinds of messages 🥹

As a side note - this is just something I want everyone to know really quickly - None of the preds I write about are truly "feral". Preds that are completely animalistic and feral kind of make me uncomfortable... So every time a post I make mentions a monster of some kind, it's safe to assume that it's capable of human thought/emotion, and that it can probably even speak a human language.

[teal-fiend]

appreciating how soft and cuddly a pred's belly is, knowing that it's because they regularly eat people

[predshockey]

[ltsmoving]

a pred and a prey engaging in voreplay and the prey is into cruel preds and fearplay and the pred doesnt wanna disappoint but theyre a horrible actor. like they say the corniest lines in the least threatening tone you can imagine.

"oh, i cant wait to have you in my belly, i am so hungry," trying to growl, but just saying "grrr!" after just gargling

prey is just looking at them, turned off the second their ass started leaning over them like a gazebo. they appreciate the effort but abandon the idea and the pred gulps them down as normal.

(also, reminder that this is a kink blog, 18+, under 18s are not allowed, its like a casino up in here yk, big number 18 with red cross through it everywhere)

[vorefessing]

I find myself questioning if it's possible to appreciate vore from both a SFW angle and a NSFW angle. Because frankly I find myself feeling divided between the two Like, vore is a huge comfort thing for me. I like feeling safe inside stomaches and all, but I also like the more intimate feelings of it with certain preds Of course I'm of the ratio of 60% SFW leaning and 40% NSFW but still-

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