jack-the-nibbler

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Popping back in to say I’m still alive. Might come back at some point. Especially since I’m already tempted to write about a couple of vore crushes I have.

…Which might include one of my own D&D characters. And an FBI agent. I will let you guess who the latter is.

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Made a persona for @thefanciestborrower as a Christmas gift!!!

I always sort of imagined @thefanciestborrower sorta fancy steam punk like- so thats what I went with here!

Bonus of the tiny getting eaten

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bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

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Stumbling aimlessly around the vampire's castle for what feels like hours. You're cold and sore, no matter where you go you just can't seem to find somewhere warm to rest. You've given up, collapsed against a wall, when a large shadow casts over you.

You look up, face to face with the owner of the castle. They seem smug but..the moment they get a look at your horrified expression, they soften. They kneel down, running a long nail against the side of your face. They mutter something quietly about how much of a soft spot they have for humans..

You're exhausted, on the verge of passing out. They can tell. In moments you're gingerly cradled between large pale fingers, slowly getting closer and closer to their face. Their teeth glint in the moonlight that streams through the nearby window. You don't have the energy to panic.

They don't bite you..or tease you..or drag the process out. They treat you as if you're glass, like the most frail thing they've ever held. It's a blur, but the warmth of their mouth is indescribable. It's like a hug, a relief from the frigid cold. Their stomach is comfortable..you practically sink into it. They walk, and their stomach sways gently, rocking you into a deep sleep.

They'll let you out in the morning.

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Doctor pred

Specifically one with a healing tummy.

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Being sick. The worst cold youve ever had. Getting to the doctors office, one not for humans, but your normal doctor was closed for the holidays. Snow falling as you make it through the door, walking up the smaller staircase.

Quickly making an appointment, and sitting down on the smaller seats on the counter.

In a moment, the doctor came out, holding out a hand for you to hop onto. Truthfully, they didnt have many human clients, they admitted...but there was a gleam of excitement in their eyes.

They gott to their office, setting you on the desk. An...unconventional place, for sure, but they were quick to assure you. You ran down your list of symptoms, the doctor nodding along... but lightly biting their lip. Hiding the saliva pooling in their mouth. Your scent was driving them crazy...

In a quick movement, they scooped you up, giving an apologetic smile, mumbling that you wouldnt have to pay, canines on full display.

In a slow, almost slow-mo motion, they lifted you closer to their mouth, your body shaking without realizing as they slid you into their mouth, small strings between the teeth clinging to you, before the mouth shut around you.

With a happy hum, they tasted you, resisting the urge to lick you around, tilting their head back. You slipped into their throat, the muscles around you squeezing, and pulling at your body.. and after what felt like forever, you were deposited in a warm space. A heartbeat coming through the wall... and a liquid filling the space.

You panicked, only to be shushed, pressure lightly hitting your side, where their hand pushed in. A healing liquid, they explained. That their body made. It only worked on humans, back in the days when they pillaged and raided and kept them as pets.

You forced yourself to relax, sinking into the liquid, shutting your eyes. You could already feel lesd nauseous.

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Imagining just...happily relaxing in a caring pred's belly. You are not quite asleep, but you feel pleasantly weak - and ever so blissful, like you're floating on air. A lucid state, between dreams and wakefulness. You yawn and kick your feet lazily. The pred notices, and hugs their belly protectively - you smile sleepily as you feel the gentle pressure.

To the pred, you are the most precious thing in the world. A fierce protectiveness sparks in their heart as they feel you move. Mine, mine, mine, their mind repeats like a mantra. You are so sweet, so adorable, so vulnerable...they could never dream of letting you get hurt. To love and adore you with all their being...that is the greatest honor.

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Imagine a pred (gently) yanking away your phone and putting it aside. You've been doomscrolling for too long, the fearmongering is making you anxious. You're carefully scooped up and kissed on the head, before they swallow you down to relax in their stomach for a bit. Nothing can hurt you, just close your eyes and relax for a bit.

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how about having neo cortex as a pred?

Already sorta answered this one here: https://www.tumblr.com/jack-the-nibbler/758096495759278080/can-you-make-a-neo-cortex-vore-story?source=share

Unfortunately, I’m actually not very interested in Neo Cortex, including as a Pred. Sorry about that!

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Soooooo…I’d love to write some spooky scary noms for the season, once I get the time…

Would anyone here be interested in seeing that with S.ebastian S.olace?

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So.. that new update huh..?

Brisk Pov moment, he likes to irritate Seb, and doesn’t expect him to actually do something to his loyal customer…

He gets let out later, but not until seb decides he’s been in tum jail long enough hehe

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Why is no one in the vore community talking about this guy. 10/10 pred material here. Sebastian Solace vore enjoyers RISE

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:3 tummy

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I expect you feel like I enjoy eating you because I get a big, filling meal out of it. I certainly won't deny that I love having you squirming about in there doesn't feel delightful, but that's far from the only reason.

I love having you close, keeping you safe and secure inside me. I want to hold you with my entire being, let you relax and be comfortable and warm. It's like a hug, but with my whole body.

I know you know that my stomach becomes more audible when I spend a lot of time with you, and truthfully when we're apart for a while I start feeling particularly hungry. Not the kind of hunger that I can just eat to be rid of, it's more like... emptiness, I suppose. And that emptiness vanishes when we finally meet again and I swallow you. Feeling you curl up in my belly sends a warmth through my whole body, and I finally feel full again.

I suppose the best way to explain the feeling is that when I eat you, you not only fill my stomach, you also fill my heart too.

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A pred and prey that have a LOT of chemistry together>>>

They're constantly teasing each other, but somehow, the prey always manages to stay out of the pred's reach. They flash the pred a smug smile and tell them that they'll have to try harder than that to catch them, and wow, the pred nearly got them this time... But the prey slipped out of their reach yet again! Better luck next time.

Meanwhile, the pred is always on the move, trying to catch this prey. Not only do they strongly believe that this prey belongs in their stomach, but the prey has a fierce hold on their heart; they love the prey. Everything about them. Their scent, their snarky remarks, their personality... If they could just get one taste...

Over time, the prey finds themselves thinking about this pred more and more. They're so big and strong, and yet, they're so much more gentle than any other pred they've met; they always have a warm sparkle in their eyes as they speak, and they have never shown any ill intent towards the prey...

Finally, they day comes where the pred finally catches the prey. Suddenly, the prey is out of snarky things to say; they stare that the pred, wide-eyed. The pred grips their shoulders gently, and as always, looks at them with that same warm sparkle in their eyes. They smile at the prey.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for this," The pred murmurs. They bring the prey up closer to their face. "Don't worry. I won't hurt you. This will feel good."

The prey's eyes fall to the pred's mouth. Admittedly, they've wondered what it would feel like to travel down this pred's throat, into their stomach. As the pred licks their lips, the prey blushes furiously at that thought.

"Okay," The prey says. They relax. "You've won."

The pred takes this as their cue. They lift the prey into their maw happily. The pred takes their time tasting the prey, and they're gentle as they guide the prey down their throat.

Finally, the prey slips into the pred's belly. The moment they do is pure bliss for the pred; warmth fills their core, and they sit back and curl up around their belly, purring around their prey.

Meanwhile, the prey finds that being inside a stomach isn't at all what they thought it would be. It's warm, soft, and pleasant. Around them, the stomach squishes and churns gently, as if cradling them. Soft, ambient sounds from the organ can be heard all around them, gurgling quietly with each gentle squeeze. They find themselves thinking that they don't want to be let out. Not for a while, anyways.

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little internal doodle for now

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I licked my lips as you finished settling inside of me. You'd curled up, drawn into the fetal position, probably dozing already. It was late, and you'd roused me from being half asleep to swallow you.

I didn't mind the hour. You had looked so soft and vulnerable, and that alone had made my stomach perk up. You tasted of sugar cookies, a familiar flavor. I was never much of a fan of sweets, but feeling you snug inside of me was a fine pleasure that I didn't think I could ever turn down.

You were filling, of course. I was satisfied, more satisfied than any sort of normal food could meet. I'd be lying to myself if I pretended that wasn't part of why I enjoyed eating you so much.

But really, I got more from it than just a nice meal. I got you. You, nestled as close to me as I can get you. It was hard to put into words how precious you were to me. You were the rarest sort of treasure, the kind of person that only came around once in a lifetime. I needed you close to me. I needed to keep you safe, to know that you'll be okay.

I knew I could defend you in other ways, and I knew you could defend yourself. You were more than capable; it was one of the things I loved about you. But sometimes, I simply couldn't help myself. I always asked, or waited for you to ask, but some nights kept me awake craving you, craving the way you weighed inside of me. You drew out of my sleep as you squirmed, shifting about as you slept. I pet you with a thumb, a soft coo just barely audible in my chest. You always dropped right off, and there was a specialness to it that I never found anywhere else.

You gifted me your trust, the sort of instinctive, implicit trust given to very few. You were glad to, because you loved me. You did it just as much for me as you did yourself. I knew you offered because it made me feel good to feel you inside of me, to keep you safe and care for you so intimately, to love you so totally and entirely. You gave me your whole self without hesitation because you knew it would make me happy.

I love you, too.

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I really love mouth play, especially when it's affectionate.

Nibbling on the prey, gently biting their limbs, licking their skin... savoring the experience and getting to taste their prey. Holding the prey's arm in their mouth, tasting it until the prey works up the courage to completely follow through. Or giving them kisses, little nips that show the pred is holding back. They want to eat the prey up, but don't want to stop looking at them or seeing their smile.

Sharp teeth that the prey is fascinated by. They touch the pred's tongue, explore their mouth. Maybe the pred is embarrassed, simply allowing the prey to marvel at the shape of their fangs. The pred is drooling, quickly soaking the prey, but neither say anything about it because it's a sign of how much the pred wants them. Tossing the prey about with the pred's tongue, squishing them against the inside of their cheek.

Mouth play is fun and sweet, you know?

That's just what's on my mind right now, feel free to add with your favorite mouthplay scenarios. (Fluffy or scary, eithers good)