#pred Jason

[fandomymous-anonymous]

Cat and Mouse

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!!!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.

[kitnita]

otter & robo's first end-of-period fist-bump in a month — NSH vs DAL — 01.12.24

[mico-evelyn2]

Yotes photos (& 1 video) to brighten your day :)

[reisichunky]

There is no escape, now you are in a deadly prison.

a killer sitting near a campfire, finishing with his food entirely..

-"uuuuuh-uhp....~"

This audio was made by combining other audios, credits to their respective creators.

[xavierknightsbridge]

an amazing commission of my swim captain pred Jason from @trashytums

jason’s pictured here welcoming a new addition to his team...

you can find more out about jason here: https://xavierknightsbridge.tumblr.com/post/674728285121429504/the-swim-captains-belly

https://xavierknightsbridge.tumblr.com/post/675062235240005632/the-lifeguards-belly

[rimouskis]

I'm sorry Jason Zucker is a pred? Girl who is what team. What's going on

[weirdsideblog]

Happy 8/8 everyone! Have a story

Just A Game

Contains soft, safe, non sexual vore

It had started out simply enough: dancing out of the way of danger, a taunt, a taunt thrown right back at him from the pred. Who then sought him out again. And again.

It was… oddly invigorating. It became a bit of a game: Jason thinking of better taunts and more elaborate maneuvers, and the pred doing the same.

They’d learned each other’s names: Samuel, the pred was. He was a few years Jason’s senior.

They talked sometimes, as they danced around each other: about their lives, their hopes, what they liked to do. Samuel started leaving snacks out for Jason; at first he’d thought it was a trap, but he soon realized they were genuine. (“Trying to fatten me up?” he laughed.)

Somewhere along the way, he’d forgotten why he was doing all this, what he was really avoiding. He wasn’t afraid of Samuel, not really; he regarded the pred as a friend more than anything else.

And so, he felt pretty good about following Samuel to a party to surprise him there. Samuel had said he was nervous about it, since it was hosted by the higher-ups in his company, and Jason hoped he could help lighten the mood by being there in secret just for Samuel to find out about.

Flash forward to Jason of the present, and he regretted ever coming to this place.

There were other prey here, but they weren’t guests, or stowaways like Jason. He shuddered. He’d forgotten what Samuel was, what all of his kind were: predators.

A giant hand grabbed at him from behind, and he yelped. He skillfully escaped the strange pred’s grip, but they were chasing him, and this time it didn’t feel like a game. He’d been so stupid to ever think it could be a game.

They were closing in on him, saying something about how good he would taste, and Jason ran with all his might. There was nowhere to hide in this place, he’d been so stupid. Stupid, stupid Jason. Now he was going to be caught and eaten for real, and it was his own stupid fault, and he wanted to cry, but all he could do was run.

He was almost caught, and he was getting tired. He couldn’t keep this up forever, there was nowhere to hide, and no one would help him, except maybe-

“Samuel!”

He wasn’t sure why he called out for him. Samuel was another pred, one that tried to catch Jason every time he saw him, but it was different with him. Familiar, at least.

“Samuel!”

Samuel’s head snapped up. His eyes went wide, and he moved quickly, toward Jason, reaching for him, and Jason didn’t hesitate to run right into his hands.

Safe, safe, he was safe now.

“Looks like this one’s yours,” chuckled the one who’d almost gotten Jason.

Jason tried to make himself even smaller in Samuel’s hands. Save me, save me, protect me.

“Looks like he is.”

Jason’s heart gave a lurch. He may have escaped, but now… Samuel had caught him. And he didn’t have a snarky remark, or an escape plan. He was going to be swallowed, and he could only hope Samuel was fond enough of him not to make it a one way trip.

Samuel was looking at him, and his eyes were warm, with something unreadable behind them. Jason was still shaking with adrenaline after the chase, but he tried to smile, a tremulous, hopeful little thing.

“You win.”

A tiny smirk. “I win.”

With that, Jason was being pushed inside Samuel’s mouth and swallowed. There was little he could do to resist. Down he went, headfirst, powerful muscles dragging him down, until he slipped into Samuel’s stomach and was forced to curl up there.

So that was that. Jason trembled. He’d never been completely sure what Samuel intended to do if or when he finally caught him, but it seemed he’d find out. He’d gotten comfortable with Samuel, and something had told him to call out to him for help, but he was still a pred, and Jason was in his stomach.

The stomach wall pushed in at him, and something rubbed gently: undoubtedly Samuel’s hand. It was overwhelming, everything that had happened, the racing of Jason’s mind over what might happen, his surroundings hot and slimy and alive because he was inside another person. The sounds of Samuel’s body all around him: his heartbeat, his breathing, the gurgle of a previous meal somewhere further along in his gut. He was talking to the other pred, something about how good Jason tasted, and Jason didn’t know if he wanted to recoil in horror from Samuel or be grateful he was now out of reach of that monster.

It was all too much. Jason curled in on himself further. Tears must have come to his eyes without his even realizing it, because now they spilled down his cheeks all in a torrent. He shivered despite the overwhelming heat, and then he couldn’t stop until it felt he would surely shiver himself to pieces.

“Excuse me a moment,” Samuel murmured above him.

He was walking, and the pouch Jason was in swayed with the movement. Who knew where he was being carried off to? Not that it mattered for him now, but it was a little humiliating, and it cemented the feeling that he was, in fact, prey that had been caught and consumed.

“It’s okay.” Samuel was touching him again, rubbing a hand over the outline of his little form. “You’re safe.”

“… Samuel?”

It was so good to be spoken to, like he mattered, like he wasn’t food.

“You’re safe.” Indeed, it was clear by now that Samuel must be holding off digestion. “Keep quiet for now. I’ll let you out when I get home.”

Jason sniffled back his tears as quietly as he could. He was safe. He was going to get out of here alive. He wasn’t really surprised, he hadn’t really expected Samuel to kill him, but it was so good to be reassured that it hadn’t been just wishful thinking or overconfidence in their relationship.

Samuel breathed a long sigh that Jason felt as well as heard, and then he was walking again, making stiffly polite conversation, and seeming to ignore Jason’s entire existence.

It was strange- and awful- Jason thought, to be so completely wrapped up in a person and yet be completely alone. Here he was, listening to Samuel’s heartbeat and feeling him breathe and being affected by every single little move he made- that wasn’t natural. He shuddered, thinking that he could instead be so intimately close to a strange pred as they painfully digested him. Well, this was more natural than that, at least. He knew Samuel pretty well at this point, and would more or less consider him a friend despite the nature of their interactions; this closeness was at least somewhat earned. In response to his shiver, Samuel’s muscles tightened momentarily around him.

That continued throughout the night. Samuel didn’t speak to him, but he occasionally squeezed him, or sometimes his hand would come back to press or rub at him for just a moment. It was weird, and scary in the way that it reminded him of exactly where he was, but the constant heartbeat and other sounds were already doing a great job of that, so something a little more personal was appreciated.

“Yes, he was,” said Samuel, and Jason got the feeling he was being talked about. The heartbeat was fast, and Samuel was tense around him. “No, I’m saving him for a while. More fun, I think.”

Jason could hardly move for how tightly he was being squeezed, like Samuel was not only tense but actively sucking in his gut. It was unsettling to be sure, pretty claustrophobic, but also a bit comforting that he was, maybe unconsciously, trying to hold Jason as far away from the other pred as possible.

Finally, Samuel was telling people goodnight, walking briskly, moving in a way that had Jason falling against the front of his stomach, and then a vibrating feeling suggested he was in a car. Going home then, where he would hopefully make good on his promise to set him free. His hand returned, stroking slowly over Jason, and then just stayed there, cupping his small body. He wriggled experimentally, and it tightened, just a little.

His mind was still reeling from his terrifying experience, but he felt… he felt safe. He trusted Samuel, he realized. The thought wasn’t as surprising as he would have expected such a thought to be. The heartbeat was less disconcerting and was now lulling him into something like a trance. The breathing was the same; Samuel was alive around him, protecting him. Even the other sounds- they were just sounds. He was safe.

[cleromancy]

Jason SHOULD hunt tim for sport and I bet tim would be into it. Some real pred/prey shit

YEAH. AND I LOVE THIS FOR THEM ACTUALLY. GAY LOVE!

genuinely though i looooove thinking about them even just playing rooftop tag before Or after they get together in like... varying degrees of hingedness. like the possibilities are endless. and in particular i do want people to understand that like even when i wrote that they play rooftop tag in a pretty domestic established relationship, it does go back to that kind of desire. part of what they like about it is just. "if you run, i will catch you. if you hide, i will find you," you know what i mean, and the fact that they both know that ... ultimately? if it ends that way? it ends that way bc tim wanted it to. if tim wanted a different outcome he would have made a different outcome happen. if he didn't want to play the game hed refuse to play or hed change the rules. he wants to be chased and he wants to be caught and he wants to be found and he wants to be devoured and they both like it that way!!!!! to me!!!!!!!!!!

and i said the other day that to me part of the appeal of tim to jason is wantign to see what this weird little freak will do next and any scenario where he gets to scratch that brain itch by putting tim in situations. specifically knowing that tim can take whatever jason dishes out and whatever he winds up doing in response will be completely batshit. it compels me. gay love!!!

[general-gt]

Batman g/t

jason gets shrunk and is then found by tim

Tim or Bruce is a pred. They buy/find/ Save a borrower jason

Normal/no superheoes and villains Au. Bruce along with being a billioner is secretly a sizeshifter who finds a bunch(or one or how many you want) of borrower children and becomes a father figure. Now he just need to figure out how to tell them his human.

tiny tim switches sizes with jason. This can be a pet Au or...

Definitely some interesting ideas!

1. I can see that happening during some gunfight. A rival gang got ahold of a new weapon and Tim bursts in just in time to see Jason get hit and ‘vanish’. One round of beating them into unconsciousness later and Tim find Jason, tiny and afraid. Jason warring with his want to run away and knowing it’s best to have someone looking out for him.

2. I don’t write vore, pet AUs or AUs where someone is ‘owned’.

3. This might get tossed on the WIP pile. I can imagine how much Bruce knows it’ll shatter these children for them to learn he’s the one thing they’re afraid of, most of them having bad experiences with humans prior. When the reveal does happen, whether by choice or force, they’re terrified and betrayed, unsure what they can trust of this human who lied to them and that they’d trusted to tell about everything. The gradual earning back of trust would be slow and painful and Bruce would have to be so patient but he loves his kids so he’ll do it.

4. Borrower Tim would be instantly fascinated by getting to see human technology properly, instead of in scavenged pieces, and he spends his first night dismantling and rebuilding Jason’s computer. Jason, meanwhile, is having less fun when he realises that he’s been size swapped and he goes to give Tim a piece of his mind. Cue the agreement to get them both back to normal if Jason can keep giving Tim pieces of tech to mess with.

[queen-of-weird-girl-nation]

hiya! Intro post time I guess! 🩵

i’m florence. she/her, 13

I love pjo, worldbuilding, coquette, being silly goofy, SOC, Hunger Games AND JASON GRACE HES MY BOY!!!

I will post a lot about Jason Grace, I relate to him too much.

I love fandom and I’m always looking for new ones. I also love social justice.

Im bad at tagging I’m sorry.

If I don’t respond to tag games pls don’t be mad I just have horrible executive functioning skills.

I love all my moots and followers

I have pretty severe MADD

I am a wolfkin therian

This account is mostly monitored by my Christian parents.

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Ok! Ready to have fun? Welcome!

[fandomymous-anonymous]

There are actually two different AUs I have for vore in the DC world

Type one is the pred Jason only (mostly pred Jason only) AU

The second one is everyone is something 👍 still pred Jason tho he isn't anything else to me he is too large

[yuco-the-alien116]

Funny little pfp of some chatacters-

And new one!!!!!!!?!?!?!?!?

Yeah, these are all characters who are on earth and not space.

Lore part-

These are your wanted criminals-

Cam, C-C the robot but not real, Subject 69 (haha) who looks like a Frankenstein, and Tyler a blue and purple Imp.

These are the detectives, Detective A the robot, and Victor, a sweet little skeleton.

And meet your "bad guys." Jason, the captain of the police. Opel is the person in charge of the US space protection program. And opens daughter, Angela, who is a soldier.

V0re part-

The last group don't participate in v0re so we can skip them.

Cam - prey/pred (mostly prey)

C-C - pred

Subject 69 - pred

Tyler - Pred/prey (mostly pred)

Detective A - pred/prey (almost always pred, he is claustrophobic)

Victor - prey

I may do more with these characters. I made this pfps for an organizer I'm working on, so yeah. And I want to show yall. I will be opening and asking back up soon! Just need a little break.

Love yall thanks!