#pred x prey

[lovelymlem]

Pred, who has never cuddled in bed x prey, who is used to it

[wolfsteax]

A slasher version of my sona / oc Asher!

He suffers from a splintered mind that can send him into fits of wild rage. When stable, he does his best to live a normal life. When unstable, he becomes a predator hunting for prey.

His partner is the only bunny he is unable to kill when he has an episode.

[pastelblood]

Something about a stomach growling really just like,, hits different.

Though, it stops when your prey friend enters.

[cybersoldier82]

Just letting you gamers know that other than a pride month art project i have an egregiously self indulgent vore fic in the works >:3

Prepare yourselves, they’re gonna swing by in the near-ish future ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

[pietropudge]

Imagine your big beefy/thicc boyfriend Bucky Barnes putting you in his belly whenever it's cold to keep you warm

a/n — something short to get back into this! non fatal btw tho it is joked about

summary — check the ask!

words — 1.9k

warnings — vore! gender neutral, vaguely smutty?

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It was seven in the morning when your alarm disrupted the peaceful sleep of your big boyfriend. He laid on his back with you sleeping on top of him. His eyes fluttered open, flicking from you to your alarm and then back to you. Slowly, while holding his breath, he ever-so-carefully reached to the nightstand next to your bed and turned off the alarm. You could feel his movements and took a deep breath before speaking, your head never leaving his plump chest.

“Buck, I have to get up.” You buried your head into his chest, your arms still clinging around him. He was so big and filled out your wingspan in the best way. Just the way that you laid on him with the entirety of your weight, not an ounce shifting to anticipate the action of pulling away made you sound less convincing.

He could sense your lazy efforts to depart from him, “Just stay in bed with me. Let’s watch movies all day.”

You pulled away, lifting the covers to let the light in on all of the places where the sun doesn’t shine. It was coming in through the window, shining unusually bright through the drawn, silky black curtains and illuminating all of the curves and folds of Bucky’s naked body. He slept as bare as possible, being comparable to a furnace making a room hot when he was under the sheets, while you had a thin layer of pajama pants and a tee-shirt on. Even his metal arm managed to be warmer than you during some nights, like his own personal radiator receiving and sending heat out in waves under the sheets.

“I wish I could, but we wouldn’t have a bed without money. And we wouldn’t have that without a job.” It was a harsh truth you had to admit, every second of being at work was torture because you knew what awaited you upon your inevitable return—a man who was willing to do anything to be near you. You needed him just as much as he needed you, but you felt like an emotional support animal sometimes—more attentive to his needs than your own. He always talked about getting a cat. That’s how much weight you were willing to give it. You two weren’t really on that level, but he had a strange fascination with putting you in places you didn’t belong. Sit in his lap, roll over in his stomach, stay in his bed. 

“Fine, just this once.” He allowed, and then he demanded, “Kiss me.”

You gravitated towards the window, snow covered the ground and now the chill in the room made sense. “Shit. I’ll be back in to get dressed for work.”

You rushed to your shared closet, consisting of two sliding doors with mirrors covering the front. You could see Bucky raising his head at your more serious tone to ask the question: “What’s wrong?” 

You laughed at his reaction, unsure if he was actually worried or if he was just mad that he didn’t get any affection. “My car’s covered in snow!” 

And so were your feet the second you walked out the door. Dressed in nothing but a loose pair of pajama pants that got caught in the chilly breeze, a short sleeve shirt that made you regret not grabbing gloves, and a pair of chunky snow boots that clashed with the rest of your outfit, your goal was to get this over with as fast as possible. You armed yourself with a multi-faceted snow broom. It had a brush on one end to sweep everything off with a combined handle and ice scraper on the other. With that in hand, you trekked through the snow, rounding the house you and Bucky resided in to clean off your vehicle. 

At first, it was easy to maneuver around your car and sweep off the snow clinging to the windows and door handles before raising your arms slightly higher to clear off the hood and the trunk. All of it fell to your feet, feeling like extra weight the longer you stood outside. Soon, your movements became lethargic. Your arms were freezing, the muscles weakening from having to clear the top off last. Your legs felt heavy and the snow at your feet was like thick mud, harder and harder to kick up as minutes passed. Your haphazard attempt to prevent yourself from being late to work started to go sideways because now, you wanted to take your time and conserve the fleeting warmth in your body. You could have gone back inside, but Bucky’s allure—no matter if he was still in bed or streaking around the house—would be too strong. He would distract you, and this weather was the perfect mood-killer for any ideas like that.

But Bucky seemed to come to you as if he knew you need some relief. Even in the cold, he only donned a pair of ankle-high combat boots straight from your closet and nothing else. He had that super-solider advantage, the serum and his time in Russia making him not even flinch as the snowflakes whirling through the air encircled him. Everything from his muscles to his small, developing gut shook a little as he walked. His dick didn’t shrink in the cold like most would, it stayed at its impressive length even while soft. Behind that, his balls swung with him as his thighs pushed his package from side to side with every step.

You could hear his footsteps packing down the snow, eliciting a crunch with each step. Turning towards the noise, you spoke out to him. “Buck, what are you doing out here?”

“I never got my kiss, and I figured that would make you clean this car faster.” Had you really been out here for that long? Maybe you had already spent all of the time you allocated to getting ready to clear off your car. His left hand—the one made of metal—gripped your arm, making you shudder from the added cold. He had a look of concern on his face, “You’re freezing.”

He used his hold on you to turn you away from the car, and your hand had gone numb enough to drop the snow broom to the ground. You didn’t speak, so he continued. “I could warm you up fast, doll? You’ll be wishing it was summer.”

Bucky didn’t wait for any confirmation. His hot breath clouded the air and reminded you of a misty sauna, one where the fog was thick and the walls were a dark mahogany. The only thing that soured the image was Bucky’s morning breath, reminiscent of last night’s dinner with a meaty twinge to it from the saliva. But he could read your face, the features that hadn’t numbed twisted into something short of a positive look. It felt so good in contrast to the cold chill in the air, the smattering of snowflakes on your head and shoulders felt like a nice garnish to him and melted quickly from the heat inside his mouth. His cheeks bulged with your head inside, the hairs of his unshaven scruff spreading away from each other as his skin and jaw stretched impossibly. You wanted more of the warmth, the rest of your body needed to curl up someplace warm. Surely Bucky could help you out after so that you wouldn’t be late to work, this was just a little distraction.

Your mind flew in a million different directions. His lips went over your shoulder blades and you could feel saliva drenching your shirt like the complimentary hot water at a sauna; he intentionally pressed you to the roof of his mouth so your back was coated by the best sauna stone known to man. Your head passed the bottleneck of the whole process, feeling the first of many cases in which you would be encased by warmth—by slick saliva that would never freeze over. He got to your hands, happily stuffing them in and feeling your satisfied sough as they warmed up in his mouth. The rest of your body was slurped up easily, his gulping and swallowing echoing off the quiet outdoors. Then, he reached your feet. He made a point to take off your snow boots and socks to warm up your cold feet, too. He wanted you to be as comfy as possible, to slip away in a heated reverie.

Eventually, you were balled up in his gut, weighing him down without much trouble. You were quiet like the settling snow. Now that you were in his gut, the world decided that it was finally time to stop the onslaught of flurries. Since the snow had stopped, Bucky reached up, using his larger body size and frame to get the top of your car. With his metal arm numb to the frigid element’s remains, he swept off half the snow from the top. Then, he leaned forward, pressing his gut against your car and squeezing you in the process.

“Sorry, babe.” His voice bellowed from above. He grunted, reaching around to get the chunks of snow his initial brushing didn’t reach. A few uncomfortable moments later, you felt his gut sag back down without the solid force of your car to mess with it. He let out a satisfactory sigh. “There.”

“Is my car clean?” You called up, feeling your wet pajamas cling to you, and started to get sick of the heat now that you were all warmed up.

“Yeah.” Bucky stood next to your car, admiring the little work that he did to finish off clearing your car. He spun around to find the snow sweeper you dropped, making you shift around in his gut when he bent down to pick it up. After a few unsuccessful attempts to grab it with his enlarged gut—he almost fell into the snow below him, almost—he just barely grabbed it with the tips of his metal fingers, but that was all he needed to scoop it from off the ground.

You hit against the walls of his stomach. “So, let me out!”

It elicited a belch from him, and he patted his gut. “I’ll let you out… tomorrow. Your boss is going to have to deal with it.”

The big steps he took to walk through the snow were noticeable from within his gut. When he stopped, you assumed that he was back inside, and you heard the soft click of the lock to your front door that you knew all too well. It was the same noise you would hear if you were heading off to work, but now you heard it through a thick layer of fat and stomach lining.

“Buck, I’m serious!” You protested. He kept walking around before sitting down on the couch, your world shifting again as the suspension from his midsection turned into a flat support under you. From the outside, Bucky had spread his legs wide, letting his gut fill out the space where he’d normally tell you to sit or suck or whatever he wanted. He would get to keep you in his gut for the rest of the day, and in his metal hand, he held a steaming cup of hot cocoa that he slowly doused you in whenever he took sips of it. On the television, he had some movie playing that he had been bugging you to watch with him.

“Not my fault you don’t believe in layering clothes…”

[lesbianoms]

(CW: Cruel pred and neglect for prey's humanity, but digestion is still painless. Old draft I finally decided to share with y'all)

Pred/observer wlw couple with petplay dynamics~~ 🥵

The observer is a generous mistress. She keeps her pred pampered and submissive, leashed and collared. And she always sees to it there’s a steady diet of men to fatten her up.

Make no mistake, the observer loves the pred and isn’t just using the live feedings for her pleasure. She absolutely adores her pet and treats her like a princess, giving her belly rubs and kisses and spoiling her rotten.

The pred is madly in love too, and living the dream. Her hazy, hungry mind only knows bliss. Maybe she’s on the smaller side— or at least, she was on the smaller side. Now after churning up so many struggling meals, the weight of her lifestyle is evident, constantly bulging off her middle <3

Maybe she’s aware of what actually happens to the prey she eats, or maybe she’s not. Either way, her partner does all the hard work for them both, all the scheming and planning to lure unsuspecting male meals towards their gurgly fate.

A typical feeding night might go like this:

The observer flirts with a guy at a bar, acting like she’s interested in him. He may respond. As they engage with each other, she usually makes her decisions based on the vibes she gets from him. The chauvinists always taste better.

She takes him home, promising him the threesome he’s always wanted. He happily obliges and has most of his clothes off by the time they reach the bedroom. The pred— who, depending on the night, was either in the middle of a nap or nursing a hungry, empty tummy— sees the observer enter and her eyes light up excitedly.

And what’s this? Her mistress has returned with a delicious looking treat~

“Here pet, I brought you supper,” the observer tells her with a sweet yet mischievous grin.

The man is confused. He’s about to ask what she means… but before he knows it he’s already been pushed to the ground, the wind knocked out of him, and a drooling girl on top of him.

Compared to her prey, the pred doesn’t look threatening— not even taller than him, not strong physically— but the minute her instincts take over, it’s the end for him…

The observer watches in delight as her pred-pet devours the screaming man whole, watches as he slips down her throat and fills out her gut, rounding out her empty stomach. She’s all ready with the praises as her pred manages the final swallow. His cries for help get lost inside of her, and now he’s sealed away inside of her greedy belly… walls squeezing in, acids bubbling…

“Good girl~!” The observer cooes, pleased that her pred managed to get yet another victim to go down so easily. “Good puppy!!”

The pred tried to sit back up but she’s completely overwhelmed by the sensations of her living meal inside her. She wriggles on the carpet, whimpering in pure pleasure, weighed down by her hefty gut. Feeling every frantic movement of her prey as he struggles inside of her, desperate to escape. All that he manages to do is muster up a burp from the mouth of his pred as she pants and drools like a satisfied dog.

Her mistress’s words snap her back to attention. “Come here, sweetie, I’ll help your food settle down~”

Loyally, obediently, the pred pads over on all fours with enthusiastic steps, her belly hanging low to the ground. She rolls over onto the bed and purrs as the observer begins to stroke her huge stomach…

“He’s a feisty one,” the observer hums, admiring the futile squirming of the prey. “But don’t worry, honey, he's no match for your hungry tummy~”

The pred stares up at her owner with hearts in her eyes, as the observer traces small shapes over her belly. At this point, both women are aware of how active it is, gurgling and growling and setting to work on the man inside. His protests are muffled by the thick, churning walls. Not that either of them would listen anyways.

“You have a noisy belly, pet,” the observer murmurs, giving the overstuffed organ a firm pat. It groans in response as it twitches under her touch.

“T-thank you... mistress...!” the pred gasps between moans, blushing.

The observer lowers herself onto the pred and starts kissing the swell of her stomach.

“I love it when you get all plump like this,” she continues. “You’re so pretty when you’re stuffed with men…”

“Huff... I can feel him-” the pred whines. Before she can form a coherent thought, a meaty belch makes its way up from the burbling, slimy chamber below.

*BWOOOOOURRRRPPP!!*

She feels her dinner thrash around in response, and she squeals and squirts all over the bedsheets, mumbling incoherently as she’s overstimulated by the sudden surge of movement in her belly.

“Oh, my good girl. You really like feeling him in there, don’t you, princess?” Her mistress teases. “Yes... you love destroying those pigs with your belly…”

The pred can only make animalistic sounds of pleasure, mewling as her owner holds her close and fondles her belly.

The observer can’t keep her hands away, caressing every rounded inch, every bit of its softening surface. She’s kissing her pet’s pretty lips, fingers buried in her hair. The two of them are extremely aroused, growing wet, rubbing their bodies together…

And after they come together, they lay back in their orgasmic bliss, holding each other like they’re all that remains in the world.

“My sweet, gluttonous puppy,” the observer trills, staring into her pet’s big, beautiful eyes. “My little man-eater.”

The rest of the night is soft. The observer coos to the pred how much she loves her, what a precious thing she is… all while her food kicks and struggles weakly, his quiet pleas for mercy competing to be heard over the erotic sounds of digestion.

After her prey stops moving, the look in the pred’s eyes glazes over and she clings to the observer, nuzzling against her like a large cat. They make love to each other while what’s left of the man sloshes around in the pred’s belly, eventually slipping deeper into her guts, pumping through her intestines…

[wutwutno1]

V x reader comfort vore?

I just had this lil idea where reader is afraid of the dark and needs help getting over that fear, so V decides to help them-

Read ask and tags before reading

Friday.

It's most student drone's favorite day of the week. After all, school was over for the weekend and everyone could hang out and do whatever they wanted.

However, you weren't excited this time. You had a sleepover, and it was with Uzi Doorman of all people.

There was nothing "wrong" with Uzi per-say, as far as you were aware, but one thing she liked more than anything, was darkness.

You didn't like the dark. Not one bit. It also doesn't help that your normal body was undergoing routine maintenance and you were using your mini-form, and on top of that Uzi has two murder drones at her house!

However, your parents and Uzi's dad came up with the sleepover idea. Uzi's dad wanted Uzi to have friends that weren't "murder bots" as he put it, and your parents wanted you to get over your fear of the dark. Win-win for the parents, lose-lose for their spawn.

Anyways, you waited for Uzi to pick you up, literally. You sat at your desk as the final bell rang and everyone got up to leave. You sighed as Uzi walked up to your desk and sat her hand down next to you. "Ready to get this over with?"

Uzi spoke with a sense of disgust, but not at you. You climbed onto her hand and she lifted you up to her shoulder. "Ready as I'll ever be. Let's get this over with."

You sat down on Uzi's shoulder and held tight for the walk to Uzi's house.

Uzi walks through the front door to the Doorman living quarters. You take a quick glance at her living room from her shoulder. You see the two murder drones sitting on the couch.

N, Uzi's definitely-not-a-boyfriend boyfriend, was sitting on one end looking like he was anticipating something, while V, Lizzy's 100%-just-a-friend-not-a-girlfriend girlfriend, was laying down, using N's head as a peg-rest while texting someone on a pink phone. N's leg was bouncing antsy while staring at the tiled floor.

Upon hearing the door open and Uzi walking in, he looked up. When he saw Uzi, he stood up and dashed for Uzi, knocking V off the couch, and causing her to yell out N's name. N knocked Uzi down with a bear hug and an excited,

"Uzi!"

You fell off Uzi's shoulder. However, Uzi still had half a mind to catch you before you hit the ground.

"Hey! Watch it N! We have a guest!" "Sorry, Uzi. . . Where is this guest anyway?"

N got up off of Uzi and looked around as Uzi stood up herself. Uzi dusted herself off with her free hand and V walked over and stood next to N. Uzi held you out in her palm, presenting you to the two drones.

"This is Y/N. They're going to be staying with us for the night because my dad and their parents are jerks." You waved nervously. You knew N was safe. Uzi drove that point home all the way to her place. V however. . . Despite her best efforts, the only thing Uzi could say about V was that she "hasn't killed in a week."

"Oh! So we're having a sleepover? That's so cool! It's nice meeting you, Y/N," N babbled excitedly.

"Welcome to Loser 1, and Loser 2's house. I'm here against my will." V said with venomous sarcasm in her voice as she looked at N and Uzi.

"Hey! Can-it, V! Before I rearange your code and have you fatal error out!" Uzi's left hand and right eye flashed the absolute solver symbol for emphasis, but V didn't seem impressed. "While on the subject of sleepovers, Lizzy is joining us."

"What?! Why would you invite her?! She's so insufferable!"

"Khan said I could! Plus, she's like... way cooler than you, short stack!"

"I'M NOT SHORT! I'M COMPACT!"

Uzi placed you down on a coffee table in front of the couch. You watched the two titans fight as N sat down.

"They fight often?" You ask N.

"Ha ha! Yeah. I only intervene when things get physical though."

"Cool." Luckily for you and N, things didn't get physical as Lizzy walked in. V and Uzi stopped fighting. Instead, Uzi started setting up a movie.

After a few minutes Everyone but you was situated on the couch. N and Uzi on one side, V and Lizzy on the other, with you on a beanbag with a handtowel blanket in the middle. Uzi turned off the lights before starting the movie.

You started to shuffle nervously as the movie progressed, not feeling comfortable in the barely lit room. V noticed and chuckled.

"Afraid of the dark, bite-size?"

"What? No. . . Yes. . . Shut up!" V chuckled before leaning to Lizzy and whispering something in her audio receptor. Lizzy giggled and the pair looked at you with an evil look. You didn't notice, however, as you were staring at the movie, trying to ignore the darkness around you.

When the movie ended, Uzi had fallen asleep, so N volunteered and took her to her room, leaving you with Lizzy and V.

Lizzy stood up and moved to the other side of you.

"So, V tells me you're afraid of the dark."

"Don't worry your little head, Y/N. We know the perfect place for you to get over your fear," V teased.

Lizzy picked you up by the back of your shirt and just let you dangle for a second.

"Okay, V. Open up!"

V gave a sinister chuckle and opened her mouth, revealing her razer sharp teeth and she stuck out her squishy black tongue. Lizzy held you over V's cavernous mouth as you began to kick the open air frantically.

"You two can't be serious!" Lizzy laughed and spoke in a snarky tone.

"Oh, relax! We're robots! We can't digest stuff! You'll be fine! I already gave her tummy a test run a few weeks ago. It's perfectly fine! Nice and dark, and it's the perfect place for someone with a fear of the dark!" "What do you mean you did a test run—?"

Lizzy cut you off by dropping you onto V's tongue. You grab the spongy rope out of fear of falling further, soaking yourself in V's saliva. Before you can say anything, V pulls her tongue and you into her mouth.

You were now trapped in V's mouth. You trembled in the darkness.

Suddenly, there was a bright light as V opened her mouth. You peered outside to see Lizzy taking a picture of you in V's mouth.

"Heh. Nice. Alright V, they're yours now."

"Wait! Wait! V, don't—!"

V closed her mouth quickly and swallowed before you could say another word. Her tight throat quickly pulled you down as you wiggled with your eyes squeezed shut.

Eventually, you were deposited in V's stomach. You felt it churn softly around you and heard it let out a soft groan of satisfaction. You tentatively opened your eyes and felt... calm. . . You laid down in her stomach, not bothering to try and struggle. The whole experience soothed you and you didn't feel afraid of the darkness in her stomach. You could hear V chuckle above you and you felt two soft pats near you.

V smiled warmly as she felt her little snack settling in. She leaned back on the couch and patted her abdomen.

"Aww, they're getting comfy! They must like it in there, despite the dark!"

"I told you it would work!" Lizzy laid on top of V, laying her head on V's tummy so that she could hear you better.

"How are you doing in there, Y/N?"

"It's actually quite comfortable in here!"

"Told ya. Now get some sleep, that's your bed for tonight!"

Lizzy giggled and pulled herself up so that Her head was under V's chin.

"Glad you came up with this plan, V. I was skeptical at first, but it worked and was fun to pull off!"

V wrapped her arms around Lizzy, holding her close as she pulled the blanket over herself.

"I know right? Well, since you told Y/N to go to sleep, why don't we do the same?"

"You read my mind." Lizzy and V would close their eyes, replacing them with "Sleep Mode" and holding each other close.

Inside V's belly, you snuggled up to one of the walls, feeling the plush surface sink under your weight. You quickly found the perfect position and closed your eyes. You fell asleep faster than you ever have in your entire life. Your eyes were replaced with "Sleep Mode" and underneath was a single flashing line of text; "Sweet Dream Mode: On."

The next day after you were let out you left Uzi's house happier than you went in.

Not because it was over, but because you found a way to actually enjoy the dark. Maybe you could find someone else to let you sleep in their belly, or maybe. . .

You could find someone to sleep in yours. . .

[qualityfunnyscenariosfire]

I Had a Nightmare

Gentle male pred x scared smaller prey

The sounds of the living room tv echoed through your apartment, your predator boyfriend sleepily staring at it as you snored in his arms. Curled up against him, you nuzzled into his soft chest just as your favorite tv show turned on, making him chuckle as you sunk a bit into his t-shirt.

Before you passed out from sleep exhaustion, he had been petting your cute little head all night to help destress from the day. Work and troublesome people for 8+ hours had took its tole on you, making you worn and pissed off at everything when the day ended. Now home, your hubby did what he does best and snuggled you. Getting relaxing kisses and massages as you unwinded, his larger hands doing most of the work as he whispered cute nothings into your ears.

He kept you snug against him as you slowly drifted off to a restless sleep, the only thing keeping him from joining you in slumberland was your obnixous snoring. It sounding like a cheese grater shreding a tuba while it was playing "Hot Cross Buns" backwards. He tried to block it out with TV noises but nothing worked.

You, on the other hand, was compketely unbothered as cute images in your dreams danced in your head. That is until the cuteness started to die as you began to shift in his arms. Whimpering and fidgeting came from you as the dream turned weird nightmare played in your head, alerting your pred as he slowly sat up and stared at you.

"Mmmmh....N-No! Please! I-I don't wanna die!" You whimper, tears dripping down your sleeping face as you suddenly kicked his soft tummy. Him stiffling a pain filled groan as he gently grasped your small shoulders. "AAAAAAHHH!" You scream, tears still flowing down your face as you tried to break fear.

The nightmare getting intense as you though that something was strangling you, spazing and shaking in your hubby's grasp. His deep voice of your pred caling out to you as he tries waking you up, shaking you as you struggled.

"A-Are you alright, little one?" He gently asked, kissing your forehead and gripping you firmly. His warm wet tiubge suddenly going across your face as yiur salty tears tasted sweet to him, using his saliva as a calming agent. It helping calm you down as its scent woke you.

"N-No! DON'T...oh....I..." You look at him, feeling his soft gaze let you relax once more as he stared at you intimately.

"You had a nightmare hun. Tell me about it." He reassured, settling you down on his large lap.

"it was...weird and scary. I thought somethung was trying to kill me." You explain, sighing a bit. "...it sounded like you...and acted like you too.."

I-I had a scary and weird nightmare. I-I though that I was going to be killed and chewed up/eaten alive b-by........." You look up at him in shock and got a little hesitant as you continued. "...........b-by...........b-by..........." "By who, dear? Spit it out, lil one." He say, rubbing your back. "You." You start to cry even more as you couldn't hold anything back. Your pred made a slight gap as he heard this. "Look at me." He says a bit sternly. You shakily look up at the pred, wiping the tears from your face hurriedly. He tilts your chin for you to fully look at him, his tounge slowly coming out of his mouth. "I would never hurt you." His deep yet gently voice says as he gently gives you licks of love. "I-I know. But my instincts and fears must've made me think the worse in my sleep." You say softly as he licks you gently. He nods and holds you against his soft belly, letting you lay down on it. "Well, I am going to eat you gently just to put you in my chamber for you to feel comfort and to show that no harm will come to you whenever I eat you." He gently says, nuzzling you all over. He makes soft purrs as he does so, just to add to his cuteness. You nod and shakily get ready, sitting on his soft gut. You felt his hands massage and caress you gently as your slowly lifted up to his lips. He gives you a quick kiss as his mouth opens up for you, giving you the view of his wet and dripping maw. You could feel his warm and gentle breathe all around as he slowly pushes you into his mouth, licking you all around. You moan softly as he slurps you halfway into him, your legs still sticking out. He tilt his head back and gulps you down slowly as his throat gently squishes you tightly as you slip down. He moans at your taste and does a second gulp, your legs following you down his throat. You land head and shoulders first into the fleshy and soft place as you slip even more down. The rest of your body soon follows as his gut welcomes you happyily. Your pred licks his lips at your taste and rubs his belly comfortably. "You okay in there? Hope it's not to tight?" He asks softly as his belly caresses you all around. "Mhm. It's pretty cozy and safe in here." You respond, nuzzling his belly walls gently. "Uuuurppp! That kinda tickles little one." He giggles softly, continuously rubbing his gut. He enjoyed eating you and wanted you to relax before you fall back asleep. You smile softy as the gurgles of his spacious gut echo in your ear as you're caressed all around. You purr softly and yawns. "Hehe...I'm getting sleepy against." You giggle as your eyes get droopy. "Rest now, little one." He purrs, rubbing his gut and lays down. His belly gently squishes you. You smile softly and drifts off, the sound of his heartbeat and belly gurgles act like a lullaby as you sleep.

[97keanu]

Predator!Neo x Prey!Reader

Premise: You and Neo have both escaped the matrix, and have been working alongside each other for a while. After nights of stolen kisses and foreplay in the real world, Neo tells you he has a fantasy he wants to play out with you in the matrix. He wants to give you a head start then hunt you down there, and claim you as his in whatever way possible. Soon enough, you've snuck off together to do just that...

A/N: based on this prompt. suspend disbelief from canon, no agent smiths to disrupt you two, and you're able to both be in the matrix alone and return by yourselves. I also featured the song I had on repeat for inspo and for your viewing pleasure, hope you enjoy! :)

Tags: predator/prey, hunting, submissive reader, dom neo, feral/primal sex, biting, clawing, aggressive, breeding kink mentions, power and control, suggestive pet play, wolf coded!neo, bunny coded!Reader, resistant!reader, TEASING, raw, no condom

You and Neo are getting ready to go into the matrix. A world so different from the chill of the metal ship you two reside on. Neo has prepared a sequence to help pull you two out automatically when you're done fooling around, so no one else knows you're here. Still, you're so nervous, what if you get found out? This is not something the rest of the crew, especially Morpheus would approve of the matrix being used in such a way.

Ever since Neo joined your team, and was found out to be the 'One' however, you two just couldn't keep your hands off each other. Its as if you're two magnets, pulling, pulling, pulling...

Neo can see your concern as he helps you into your seat and begins to get you ready to plug into the Matrix. He does your straps, with care but does them firmly with a slight grin sneaking up on his lips.

"Don't worry...I won't do anything that will hurt you in the real world...at least nothing too much..." He says in a honey sweet whisper, leaning down into your ear to do so. You feel your whole body shiver, your legs clenching as your wetness begins. How easy it is for him to turn you on like this...

"Once I'm done with you, then you'll truly be mine..." He finishes with a bite to the soft arch of your neck, making you whine out into the cool night air...

Soon, he finishes plugging you in and does himself quickly. You know the rules. You are to try to escape Neo's grasp, and you get a one minute head start. You better use it wisely, you doubt there's anywhere you could hide from The One.

As soon as you open your eyes again, you're in. You look around, you're in Chicago, it's night time and you're on a busy street as unknowing people pass by. You better get started, you know Neo didn't give you that much of a head start....

You begin running down the street, your body like a tight coil of playful fear. You know Neo will be looking for you soon, and in here he can even track you by scent, like a wolf. You're feet keep bounding on the pavement, rain beginning to pour down. You better find a place to hide, fast. You know deep down, it's no use. Neo will find you and claim your body for his, infect you with his scent and fill you with his cum. He is, The One, after all...It's hardly even a fight for him to find you...

You see an abandoned apartment and head there. The rain begins to stop as you head inside, only some holes in the roof giving way to trickles of water. The dirty, abandon factor somehow turns you on more. The thought of Neo taking and taming you here makes your head go fuzzy and your thighs clench together. You have to be careful with these thoughts, they'll just make your scent stronger...

You look around, and begin going up some concrete stairs, hoping to find somewhere to hide that will make this more interesting. You go up a few floors, but soon feel exhausted from that and the running, and decide to check out a hall of apartments. You giggle a few doors til you find one that's open, and you carefully creep inside.

It's dark in here, but somehow the fear of that and Neo finding you mix into something that makes you want to whimper out with an odd pleasure. Your stomach is all butterflies and fluttering, you know he must be in the matrix by now, but you have no idea where. He could have eyes on you already, and is just toying with time as he waits to pounce. The thought keeps you looking over your shoulder.

The abandoned apartment is actually pretty well furnished, and has minimal holes to allow elements in. It almost feels as if the owners simply up and left everything behind, giving into the eerie feeling with that as well. You look for a place to hide...

✧✧✧

Neo has given you the allotted time before jumping into the matrix himself. When he opens his eyes and stands on the rainy streets of "Chicago", Neo can feel his muscles begin to tense, ready for the hunt...

It doesn't take long before he's on your scent, sniffing in the damp air. He can smell your want, your need...its sweet like vanilla and floral like lilac to him. He even let's you have more time to hide by simply standing there and enjoying the way your scent fills him with his own need...

Soon, Neo is tracking that scent, moving faster than you ever could here. The way he can bend this whole world to his will was always a turn on for you. You craved that power, not for you to harness it, but for him to use it upon you.

It doesn't take long at all til Neo is outside the abandoned apartment structure. He cocks an eyebrow as he looks up at the tall, decrepit building and laughs under his breath.

"Interesting scenery..." He compliments your choice.

Neo doesn't opt for going inside the building, no. He has a better idea.

He begins to scale the side of it, his body slick with rain, his black trench coat billowing. He loves how he can use powers like this here, how he can hunt you down no matter what, how is body is limitless in the ways he can fuck you.

Even just thinking about finding you, grabbing you, and pining you down gets him hard, his whole body is filled with a primal need, want for spreading his seed inside you until you can barely say his name.

He follows your scent until its so strong outside one of the windows he stops.

"You were never going to get away, my pet..." He muses as he silently slips through the broken window, creeping inside the rundown apartment slowly. He doesn't want you to try to run again. No, he wants to find you and pull you by your little bunny ears and plunge his cock deep inside of you like the wolf he is. He can't wait to sink his teeth into your soft flesh...

Neo knows you're hiding in the closet of the master bedroom, so he silently moves towards it, the anticipation building inside of him, clearly seen by his massive cock hardening beneath his black trousers. He soundlessly drops his trench coat onto the floor of the bedroom, and begins to undo his belt, getting ready.

As soon as he's down to just his pants, his chest bare and bright in the darkness, he wrenches open the closet.

Inside, is you, heart beating, pushed against the back of the closet. You were sure it would have taken longer than this, you thought you had a good hiding spot this time!

"It's cute that you tried to hide, my little bunny..." Neo snarls out softly, his eyes fixated on you in a way that makes you feel like a piece of meat. You can see his hunger for you in his eyes and in beneath his trousers. You bite your lip and try to escape, moving to get around him, but its no use.

He snatches you up by your pony tail and your waist, a bit of pain in doing so, but you can tell he's gentle, controlled.

"That's no good, bunny...you know I have to punish you for trying to run..." Neo says as he pulls your back to his torso, his voice against your ear as his hands steady your squirming waist and grip your ponytail. He is so much bigger than you, so much more powerful here there's nothing you can do.

"Why don't you be a good pet and submit to me so I can get what I want from you..." He growls low into your ear, his voice husky and full of lust.

He moves you swiftly, and positions the two of you in front of a floor length mirror that was left forgotten in the apartment. You can see him behind you now, his eyes wandering up your body in the reflection, his hands gripping your hips, clawing in practically. You can tell he's close to losing control...to taking you right here. If you only push him a little more...

As his hands begin to move, his grip on your hair loosening, to the point of him stroking your hair at this point, his grip on your hips beginning to wander. You take your chance, and try to flee again, elbowing him and hearing his soft 'oof' as you do. You can see him change in the reflection, that small bit of anger from you squirming out of his grip, if only for a second, has sent him into complete predator mode.

He doesn't even make a coherent sound, it's only a growl from his throat and he's grabbed both your arms and pinned them behind your back, pushing his massive weight onto you so you're on the ground now. You can still see yourself perfectly in the mirror as Neo begins ripping your shorts off roughly.

"If that's how you want to be, my pet, then I won't waste time taking you to the bed...." He can see you cry out in defiance as you try to fight him, but its no use, you know you're his prey and you've been caught...

"I'll fuck you right here, right into this disgusting carpet, and you'll wish you had submitted to me before..." He says low into your ear before biting into your neck, hard.

You yelp, and thrash, trying to get him off of you, but he's huge. You can feel his hard cock pressed right into your soft ass. He uses one large hand and a knee on your back to keep your elbows in his hand and you pinned to the floor. With his free hand he unbuttons and unzips his pants, pulling his underwear down and freeing his massive cock. You look up into the mirror and see it bounce out, hitting your bare ass with a light slap! and beginning to paint your ass with precum. You can't help but shudder and try to surpress a moan.

Neo moves so he's in between your legs, moving your ass in the air so he can fuck you better. He has his hands keeping yours from flailing, and his legs between yours so you can't run. You can feel the heat radiating off his cock as he rubs it between your soft asscheeks. He loves teasing you before taking you...

"I want you to watch yourself, bunny...watch as I fuck you into the floor and see yourself submit to me..." He says, using one hand to begin positioning his cock to your dripping wet pussy. His fingers make sure to swipe your slit first, testing to see if you're ready for him, and you are.

"I can see how bad you want this..." He purrs, bringing his hand up and inhaling the scent of your wetness before tasting you on his own fingers.

"No..." You say through gritted teeth, trying to fight the pleasure your body so badly wants. It feels so warm down there you can barely take it.

"Your pussy doesn't lie, my pet. You're soaking wet for me. You want me to breed you until you can barely speak..." He coaxes, trying to get you to admit how badly you want him. You know if you submit now the power trip he would have from getting you so easily would be huge.

"That's...that's not true!" You try to say convincingly, but its hopeless, your tiny moans as he begins to play with your clit betraying you.

"Please, go on, tell me how you don't want me inbetween moans..." He laughs as he says this, finding your helplessness to his touch amusing. He begins using two fingers to insert himself into your wet hole, before using scissoring motions to stretch you out and play with you.

"Please...I don't...I don't want you..." You look into the mirror and see your own eyes filled with so much lust and desire it really doesn't matter what you say, the evidence of your want is clear. You look away, biting your lip and looking back at Neo, who towers over you on his knees, still playing with your pussy and holding you down.

"That's no good my dear," He tuts before releasing your arms, and grabbing your pony tail harshly, pulling you up, up, up...until you can see yourself clearly in the mirror. You can't even use your free hands to your advantage, you have to have them under you to keep some semblance of balance. Your face is so hot with heat, your chest flushed and your breasts no longer squished against the floor, but hanging freely. Neo pulls his hand from your pussy, causing you to whine out from the lack of being filled, even if you didn't want to let him hear the want from that sound.

"See, isn't this much better? You can see yourself get fucked much more clearly like this..." He says as his hand begins to wander to your breast, claiming one as his other hand keeps you suspended, back bent, by your hair. Your wetness on his hand slicks your breast as he swipes across your hard, hot nipples. His hard cock now under your pussy, moving through your soaking folds with ease, but not entering.

You can barely find it in you to speak, all your energy being either drained by the pleasure you're feeling, or holding your breath as not to moan. You can't help it, when you do breath, it shudders out of you with cries and whimpers from the pleasure of Neo's cock sliding along your pussy, and his hand squeezing and pinching your sensitive nipples. You can see yourself begin to give up as you watch the mirror, your gaze looking to Neo as well, seeing him become more and more overcome with the need to plunge his cock deep into your wetness.

"Just tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you..." His voice barely a whisper, trying to contain his own groans as the hot tip of his cock continues to play with your clit, driving you insane. You try to resist, drawing the experience out, your body shaking from the teasing Neo is doing to you. No, you can't... you can't tell him how badly you want his cock yet...

"Darling, look at yourself...how much longer can you resist it?" He coos, his voice trying to gently coax you.

"Say how badly you want my cock inside of you, and I'll give it to you, my dear..." He continues, your desperation for him rising as he picks up the speed on your clit and breasts. Your voice begins to whine uncontrollably.

"Please...." You say, this time wanting him to take you. But that's not what he wants to hear, he pulls on your nipple enough to make you gasp.

"You know the magic words are 'Neo, I want your cock' not 'please'..." He scolds lightly, chuckling as you cry out from his touch.

"Fuck...Neo...please...I-" you're so close to admitting it, the pleasure of Neo's teasing rocking waves through your body, the pain of his pulling on your hair turning into something more.

"That's it, my pet..." He groans as his cock moves between your folds, positioning himself directly at your entrance, basically betting on the fact that you're going to break and submit to him.

"I-...Neo...I want your cock deep inside me, please..." You finally whimper out, your breath leaving your lungs as you look at yourself in the mirror, completely gone from how badly you want this, how badly you need this now.

"That's all I needed to hear, bunny..." Neo says as doesn't wait, plunging deep into your pussy, filling you inch by inch by inch until the head of his cock hits his limit inside you before stretching for more. You cry out, as Neo groans, his eyes clodsing, his hands now gripping your hips like his life depends on it. He's completely lost control, giving into his primal instincts to fuck and breed you.

Your hands grasp the carpet and you fall forward since he's let go of your hair, your entire body shuddering as he continues to stretch you until he's at the hilt of his cock, completely filling you up now. He's so big, you've never been with anyone this big and girthy, you can barely breath as he begins to move after savoring the heat of your pussy over his entire cock.

"Fuck, Neo!" You cry as he begins to pull back before slamming back into you, beginning to pound your pussy sloppily, with disregard. You can barely take it, it fills you with a type of pleasure you never knew you needed. You grit your teeth as he begins to claim you, begins to take your body for his own, his little pet...his little prey...

"God...." Neo groans out, his grip on your hips beginning to claw into you, his hands moving to run his nails over your ass, leaving behind claw marks. "You're pussy is so tight...." He admits, completely drunk on your pussy now.

You watch as you are claimed by Neo, looking into the mirror and seeing as he fucks you like an animal, taking you fiercely. The two of you are all sweaty bodies, huffing, and moans, completely lost in the feeling of filling and being filled. Of dominating and submitting. Of claiming and being claimed...

You can barely take it as Neo's raw cock continues its crusade inside your tight pussy, you dare to move, getting a hand underneath yourself and to your clit. Neo growls as you do this, taking your movement as a threat and pushing one hand against the back of your neck and pinning you to the floor, his massive body now moving to lean over you entirely, his face so much closer to yours now as he has your bent and smushed against the floor. Your just pleased to be able to rub your enlarged, needy clit. As you work yourself, your fingers slipping a few times from how wet you are and how Neo pounds you, causing you to whimper out with want and frustration as you can't find purchase, you feel your pussy begin to clench around Neo's huge cock.

The sensation pulls a low growl from Neo, his mouth clamping teeth down onto your shoulder as he locks you into place, your breath hitching as he sinks his teeth into your tender flesh. You know he will leave a mark on your real body, letting the rest of the crew know he's finally claimed you as his.

You continue you push yourself towards climax, your lower stomach a bundle of nerves, butterflies filling you as well as heat. You can't stop, you glance in the mirror and see yourself as someone you barely recognize you're so out of it. So entirely taken by Neo and the need to cum. What really begins to send you over the edge is seeing Neo, teeth sunk into your shoulder, body covering yours, his eyes closed with pleasure, completely lost by the need to fill your pussy deep with his hot, sticky cum. You feel yourself begin to climax, your pussy quivering and finally clenching down as hard as possible around his cock, a long, shuddering moan escaping your mouth as you do.

With that, Neo feels himself leak out inside you, he knows he can't last with your pussy so tight. He growls as he bites deeper, his hand on your neck clawing into the flesh, and his cock pumping harder than you ever thought possible. Finally he bursts with his own howl, his semen filling you up until you think you can take no more, your breath leaving you, and your legs shaking and giving out. Neo finishes inside you, slowing his thrusts until he finally just leaves his cock in, and collapses onto you.

Both of you are breathless, unmoving, for a few minutes. All you hear is his heart beat and yours, beating fast before after a while, slowing. God...you can't believe how full you are of his cum, the aftershocks of the whole thing make your pussy and your clot twitch.

Eventually, Neo pulls his teeth from you, and then laps at the bit of blood he caused, enjoying the taste of you. His hot breath moves across your aching, sweaty shoulder. Slowly, he pulls himself out of you, his cum leaking onto the floor. His strong arms pick you up off the floor, and pull you close. Your sweaty bodies stick to each other, and you're grateful for his embrace. You feel yourself limp, and completely as his whim, but he knows its time to hold you gently. He pulls your hair out of its tie, and pets your head as he leans back until you're laying on his chest. Your muscles ache, not wanting to move, but you flip so you can snuggle into his neck. The two of you remain here until you both feel calm enough to exit the matrix.

When you do, Neo is already getting out of his chair and walking over to yours with a look of care and bit of worry. He wants to make sure he didn't harm you in anyway you didn't like. He takes your face into his large hands and his deep brown eyes gaze into yours, looking for any sign that he went to far.

Your face softens in his hands, and you reach up to hold the outside of one of his hands, softly pulling your thumb across the back of it. You smile gently, and Neo knows that you're happy with what transpired. He reaches down and picks your whole body up with ease, and you snuggle into his chest, taking hold of his shirt he's still wearing since you're outside the matrix now. He takes you back to his quarters and gets you under the covers in his bed gently, but swiftly. It's clear all the two of you want to do is snuggle up and fall asleep together.

"Neo...?" You say softly into the dark of the room, Neo's deep breathing and body curled against you, so much bigger than you.

"Yes...?" He responds, his voice tired and weary.

"I love you..." You whisper out, knowing it's the first time either of you have admitted such deep feelings for each other, but also knowing after tonight how could you not? You can feel Neo smile into your neck, kissing you everywhere slowly, his throat giving way to a sort of hum or purr.

"I love you so, so, soooo....much...." He says between kisses and holding you tighter, his breath heavy with sleep. It's clear he never wants to let you go. You are his now after all. But you also have a hunch that he's yours just as much...

[lovelymlem]

Prey who gets cold easily x Pred who is basically a walking furnace

nothing makes a relationship wonderful like making your loved one warm :3

[envyxquincydog]

here domes envy spirtes

[threadsun]

Ooooh thinkin about getting tag teamed by Alan and Allie...

Like they're best friends who share everything, including this cutie with the nice eyes they found wandering in the woods~ there's a little jealousy, but only enough to make them both fuck you harder to try to prove they're the better lover. Enough to make them both all the more desperate and eager when they go down on you to prove they're the most generous. But when it comes to kidnapping you and keeping you all drugged up and compliant in their cabin, they're in full agreement.

They like to bring you out to the woods and let you loose, growling at you to run and giving you a head start before they hunt you down. Sometimes they work together to catch you and then they fuck you together. Other times it's a competition, and to the winner goes the spoils. The other gets chained up and muzzled, forced to watch the winner take you. Though that only makes them rougher with you when they're finally let loose.

Just two loving, obsessive, murderous partners to keep you like their perfect pet forever~

[ghouljams]

does ghost ever tap love anymore this far into the relationship

Oh yeah he does! Mostly when she asks him to, but sometimes he gets an itch and taps her.

You blink at the city around you. Did you take a wrong turn somewhere? You look back at the road behind you. You thought this was a straight road, there shouldn't be a wrong turn to take. Yet you couldn't recognize a single thing around you. The world is hazy, you can't focus on anything around you long enough to get a read on where you are. Familiar surroundings completely unrecognizable. You've lived in this city for years, yet you have no earthly idea where you are.

You take a stumbling step forward, eyes darting around at the buildings on either side of you. Your head is spinning. Other people pass by, but they hardly seem to notice you. Either too preoccupied with their own lives, or too uncaring about yours. The trees that dot the brick street in their little square gardens tip their branches precariously towards you as you walk by. You flinch away from one of them and knock into someone. Their hands grip your shoulders hard.

You elbow them hard in the gut on instinct and feel them double over as quickly as they release you. You take a step away from them, breath coming quick. How did you get here? You don't remember how you got here. Wherever here is. What you do remember is you're not supposed to hurt people.

You do your best to quickly and calmly flee the scene. It's no problem if you don't know where you are or where you're going, it just makes it harder to follow you. After all you're not really going anywhere. The streets twist and turn in on themselves, the buildings expanding and contracting with your breath. If you don't look at anything too hard nothing spins, but the haze is still clouding your ability to actually pick out details.

You stop to try and read a street sign, squinting at the shifting letters. P- no B? Maybe an O? You make a frustrated noise, try to concentrate harder on reading it. You know you should be able to, so why is it so- You huff and give up, not willing to waste energy on something that probably won't help you anyway. You press your hand against the brick, try to ground yourself in a tactile feeling. The rough brick scratches your hand in a dull, distant, way. It's not helpful in the least.

Something is... missing. Missing from you. Missing in a way that feels- you can't describe it. Like millions of time holes, like air passing over your skin too close, not a missing limb but a missing soul. A puppet with its strings cut.

You turn the corner and bump into a solid mass. This time the hands that grab you are bigger, gentler with you, they tip your head back to meet black ringed eyes, somehow fearsome and affectionate. What a contradiction this one, you think. Or, hm, is that you thinking? He nods your head, yes it is, just a different you.

"You are slippery, Love," He almost sounds impressed, leaning down to kiss you and oh. That's something you know. Soft and a little wet, the slow drag of his lips against yours pulling you a little further out to see, a little more of a little less. He parts from you with a sigh, smoke trailing from his lips, drawn from you, you think. He hums, "That's my girl," and turns you around, "go on, Love, start running. Wouldn't want me to catch you."

And you think you do. You think catching you is the point of this game, but you can't remember. So you take his advice, and run.

[pietropudge]

Brenton!Dick Grayson is that hot teacher who's gigantic butt is constantly in someone's face whenever he bends over to help students and you look forward to it every day. You find out he's subsidizing his income by doing OnlyPreds in secret.

a/n — something short since I liked the idea (and Brenton is my favorite titan's actor, next to Ryan), may write a part two!

warnings — vore, not done to us. brief in this but lots of talks of preds and prey and a mention of disposal

words — 2.3k

summary — check the ask!

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It was about that time again. Seventh period—your seventh Heaven. The last class of the day and the one that managed to fly by the fastest because you were actually engaged in what the teacher was teaching. Not because the depths of learning criminal justice in high school was anything life-changing, no, it was the teacher himself that held your attention. 

His lesson had yet to start, choosing to do the rounds around everyone’s assigned seat to place their latest essay face down on their desk. You were one of the first to arrive because of how close your previous class was to his classroom, so he handed it to you personally, just as you walked through the door.

“Ah, there you are, the very last one I had,” he said in a way you could listen to on a loop. His hands were now empty, stilted as he almost didn’t know what to do with them. "Nice job."

Your paper had an A-plus and a one-hundred written in red pen at the top. Thumbing through the pages, he hadn’t marked a single thing incorrect with the red ink. “Thanks,” you said, taking your seat. It was in about the center of the class, not too far away from the front but also not off-center in a way that would make looking to the side become annoying. You had to think that, on some level, Mr. Grayson had a soft spot for you by doing all of this. Probably somewhere on the cushiness of his padded ass.

That was the real appeal of his class because he literally put the ass in it. Later on, when everyone filed into his classroom and he was deep into his lecture, he decided to break it off for some individual learning. And low and behold, he was helping the person in front of you who posed a question that must have had a really long answer, because Mr. Grayson bent over, his dark dress pants doing anything but slimming down his figure. His ass was looming over your desk, and while you had your head buried in the worksheet he passed out and the textbook needed to find the answers, you looked up to see what had turned had blocked your peripheral vision like it was the bill of a hat.

Lifting your head, it was his ass, shifting back and forth as he lightly shifted his weight between each foot. His ass swayed as a result, so hypnotic and so close to you. It was almost painful to know how unattainable he was. You wanted him but knew it could never happen. The only issue was that he was unlike the gym coaches, who perved on the teenage girls and even had odd relationships with the star athletes at school. Although, you were glad he didn’t run the risk of getting disbarred from every school within fifty miles of here, because you got to see him every day. Mr. Grayson kept a respectable sense to his actions.

Now, there were some things he did that were simply out of his control. You can't do much about being blessed with an ass as fat as his, so it wasn't really his fault. You were the one staring at it, thinking about getting his attention by grabbing it instead of raising your hand. 

Before you could do anything, the final bell rang and you heard his voice call out a few names to stay behind—probably to discuss grades. Thankfully, your name was kept separate from that list.

Returning home, you can’t shake the thought from your head. His ass was so close to you it was almost like you could have dove into the navy blue depths of it! He had assigned more homework that was due tomorrow—a few online assignments with multiple-choice responses, nothing crazy. But all you could think about was him while doing the work. You needed to find release, fast.

A big fantasy of yours was the predacious nature of humanity. Some people could eat others whole, enough to define them as an entire subspecies in Mr. Logan’s biology course. School rules prevented predators from teaching at a multi-meal school of both prey and developing predators alike, claiming that it would interfere with the natural order of the next generation. By introducing older predators into the pool of newer ones, it would run the risk of diminishing predators too weak to fight back against their own kind and prey from society—where it was anyone’s game. It’s why disappearances at school were common, the occasional high-school sweethearts that surfaced being forever in love as one of them would eat the other during their first kiss.

Regardless of the rules, you still imagined that Mr. Grayson had gotten such a fat ass from doing the work, the hard work of swallowing prey like you. While your imagination could carry the session, you just needed a little video to kickstart the fantasy. Opening a new tab next to Mr. Grayson’s preferred site to manage online assignments, you started a search for amateur vore videos. Gulper, BestBelches, and even PornHub barely had anything new that you hadn’t seen already. It seemed that everyone was getting greedy with their recently documented meals. You went to the last site you could think of—Twitter, home to original amateur vore videos, if you knew where to look, that is. A new video was making the rounds through a few accounts you followed and the video happened to land on your timeline, and it was damn near perfect to what you were looking for. 

The start of the video was nothing special, a man walks into frame, his thick thighs and general figure reminding you of someone that you couldn’t quite think of. It wasn’t until his ass came into the picture, the cheeks thick and coated with a light smattering of hair that acted as the draped curtains to a head sticking up his ass. That’s when it hit you—this guy looked like Mr.Grayson from behind! Down to the tufts of hair peeking out at the top of the video, his head cut off to keep himself anonymous. The narrow torso leading to his wide ass was also of note, a reminder of the way that Mr. Grayson’s dress pants often struggled to contain him in the ways that mattered. He was standing near a balcony, looking out proudly over the city in front of him. The caption read something generic like, “what a great view.” But it clearly wasn’t the original video. 

In the bottom-lefthand corner of the video was a watermark, a link to an OnlyPreds account called TeachingLessons. It didn’t align with the username of whoever posted it, so this must be a teaser for something more. You knew how these things worked and you needed to see the whole video and whatever else was posted on his account. There was a small part of you that hoped that the account didn’t belong to a snack like that guy as you searched for it… you had subscribed to a few too many OnlyPreds that were one-off accounts made to look like they’re run by predators but are actually just posted by the consumer to help the prey out. Whether that money goes to a family member or possibly used to pay back debts, you didn’t know. All you knew was that you got to see one really good video for a steep price without even learning who the predator was, so it was some high-level scam. Hopefully, this was an actual, regular poster that you could imagine as Mr. Grayson in so many different positions. You made the account using your real first and last name but fudging some other details like making your username a combination of random numbers and letters that was unlike your gamertag or social media handles and putting the profile as a random picture from your camera roll that had no recognizable information in it. After going through the painful steps of creating an account and paying for his OnlyPreds, you were free to check out all of his posts.

The most recent post was the video you had seen on Twitter, but it was marked at twenty-six minutes instead of just thirty seconds. You decided to save that for last, taking your dick out and stroking to everything else first, making sure that you had invested in something that was worth it. The rest of the account had videos of him belching, playing with his gut, sucking guys up his ass, and shitting them out in various restrooms and unconventional locations. There was no consistency as the houses all seemed to be the prey’s given how the location changed in each video, so there was an air of mystery that heightened your enjoyment. It made it easy to picture him in your bedroom, leaving you as a pile of shit on your own bed or ruining the carpet, morbidly reminding you and your classmates that you wouldn’t be safe forever.

After scrolling for a while, you ended up at the very last post. It was posted only about a year ago from today, yet there were well over a hundred videos filling this guy’s OnlyPreds. He must have been insanely active, and it made you wonder how much he ate that he didn’t record. You refreshed to save time because you were ready to form the final fantasy in your head. The site reloaded and his most recent video was back on your screen, the clip had sound, unlike the thirty seconds that barely fed your desires. This was much longer and drawn out. The men were both standing in frame at the start of the video, sounds of kissing and their hands roaming around each other, but the former was cropped out due to the anonymity provided. In the background, the window and the city it overlooked were still the same as in the clip you saw—the sun still rising in the early morning when this video was filmed. They slowly shuffled out of view of the camera, some noises of skin on skin and kissing continuing. Then, a deep sputter rang out as if the suction of a seal was broken. That’s where the clip of who you imagined as Mr. Grayson returned into frame, carrying the body of the other man behind him. His head was glued to his ass, a majority of it sucked between his cheeks and encompassing his neck. You almost expected the video to end, but it kept going. The man’s neck disappeared with a few heavy grunts from the man you were calling Mr. Grayson. 

He was going down on the guy as the sun rose, the time elapsed to make it a more watchable experience. For all twenty-six minutes, you watched him fit an entire make into his ass. Well, not his ass, but it looked as such since his back faced the camera, so his swelling gut was nearly invisible until everything was almost inside. He had the feet of the man remaining, and you were at the twenty-four-minute mark. In just two minutes, the feet were going and he did a slow turnaround. His swelling gut was flashed to the camera, shaking violently and making a cavalcade of noise from its own activity and from the guy inside. He wobbled over to the camera, taking it off of its stand and doing a quick pan around his gut before the video ended. 

Even after shooting a load, you couldn’t get it out of your head. There was a bit of hope going into the next day that Mr. Grayson would give your mind more material to work with.

At first, the day seemed to be amiss. Your favorite teacher would usually pass you by on the way from eating his lunch in the faculty room while you were headed to a different class and express some kind of friendliness, but he wasn’t there today. It gave you a bit of worry that there would be a substitute today, or, your worst fear, he was finally snacked on by a predator with an insane appetite. He did share with the class how he was single and still looking for someone, so he could have been eaten in a failed attempt at a date. Thankfully, your worries were put to rest when you walked into class. He was there with some nice khakis that showed off everything in the front and back.

But he never greeted you and never said anything about the online assignments you did last night—which were auto-graded and had a perfect score. In fact, he ignored you for the whole period until the end. He called out one name at the end of class, and you were dreading to hear who it was. Your name and it was only yours. You ceased packing up your things and stayed seated at your desk. A few students leaving let out an “ooh” or “ah” but were nudged out by Mr. Grayson as he moved them towards the door. He shut it and walked over to take a seat on your desk.

“Do you know of the site OnlyPreds?” He asked, looking down at you.

You were quick to spill out an admittance of guilt like he was interrogating you just as he had demonstrated before in mock trials, ”How’d you find out?"

He reached down, patting your shoulder before getting off of your desk. ”Try using a fake name when you subscribe next time."

"Are you going to...?" You could hardly finish the sentence, so he did for you.

"Eat you? Not as long as you keep your mouth shut. Those videos are secret, but they're proof, and if you have been paying attention in class... you'll know what they can do to me if they get out. Do you really want to see that happen to your favorite teacher?” He paced around, and even though he had threatened to silence you with his enormous ass, you couldn’t take your eyes away from it. 

“No..." You softly let out.

He smiled at your obedience, "Good boy, you were always my favorite for a reason.”

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Upset Yor By Yeme1

[vorish-wonderland]

Had another idea if that’s alright. Something with ace. Probably a prank he pulled. Then he eats them since they said something like “ what are you gonna do? Eat me?” And how could he not. Just ready mean but friend pred ace.

After a prank goes wrong, you end up being the size of a gerbil. Ace makes the 'best' of the situation, and decides to mess with you after a poor choice of words on your end.

Includes: soft/safe vore, unwilling prey, teasing

★✦You Get What You Asked For✦★

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Ace looked down at you. You looked up at Ace.

"Uh... my bad." Ace awkwardly smiled.

"WHAT WERE YOU EVEN TRYING TO DO?!" You yelled.

"Look, it doesn't matter! What matters is that I apologized!"

"Why can't you just admit you did something wrong?" You sighed.

"Because I didn't do anything wrong, (Y/N)." Ace responded. "So, what are we gonna do about this?"

"What are we gonna do about this?! No! Ace, what are you gonna do about this?! This is YOUR problem, Ace. YOU solve this."

"What?? You mean you're not going to help me??" Ace asked, making a very exaggerated sad face. "Ugh... maybe if I just get rid of you somehow all my problems'll go away." Ace sighed.

"Well, what are you gonna do?" You sarcastically asked. "Eat me?"

Suddenly, it looked like a lightbulb went off in Ace's head.

"Ace? Didja hear me?" You asked.

"Oh, I heard you, alright~" Ace said, licking his lips. "Loud and clear, (Y/N)."

Ace grabbed you and laid down on his bed.

"Hey, (Y/N), what do you taste like?" Ace asked. "Real good, I assume..."

"What makes you think that?"

"Well, why don't we see if I'm right~?"

And then, Ace licked you. You very much did not appreciate that.

"What the hell was that for, Ace?!" You yelled.

"It was to see what you'd taste like!" Ace smiled. "You taste gooooood by the way~" He laughed.

"Well, uh... that's good to know." You said, uncomfortable.

"Hey, (Y/N), how hungry are you?" Ace asked, tongue sticking out of his mouth.

"Not very...?"

"Well, heh... I really am~" Ace held you above his mouth. "You ready (Y/N)? Have a nice trip!!"

"What-?"

Ace dropped you into his mouth.

Ace played with you in there. Rolling you around, squishing you against the roof of his mouth, making sure not a single part of you was still dry...

Then, he opened his mouth, waved at you, and then... just like that, he swallowed you like it was nothing. He had a hand on his throat, moving it downward as you were pulled down, as if guiding you.

"Ahhh... we hope you enjoyed the ride, and enjoy your stay in the one and only Ace Trappola." Ace said to you.

"Ace."

"Yeah?"

"WHY." You demanded, causing Ace to laugh a bit.

"Well, you said that thing, 'Oh, what are you gonna do? Eat me?' and well... how could I resist~?"

"...I guess this is on me then, huh?"

"Suuuure is~ Anyways, I'll make something to get you back to normal size, you just sit there and relax for a bit."

You wanted to protest, but...

I mean, there's not really any reason to. Ace doesn't mean you any harm right now, and being this tiny size is probably dangerous at a place like NRC, so you're probably safer inside of Ace than you are out there... huh. Strange.

Guess you just chill in here until Ace finds a way to fix your size.