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Maybe rank the mercs on who's the most feral preds and who's the gentlest?

FERAL

Soldier: Complete rabid, feral man. Not necessarily mean but he would definitely gnaw on you for a bit before swallowing. Would definitely wrestle, chase, etc.

Medic: Borderline evil, but not quite there. Won’t tease or mock since he tries to be scientific about it, but will gladly chomp on you or find new, unethical ways to bring out your “flavor”.

Scout: Maybe not “feral”, but if there’s anyone who will bully you it’s him. His teammates pick on him a lot on account of his size, so he’ll happily pick on anyone small enough for him to scarf down.

Demo: The beginning of the “gentlemanly” tiers. Definitely rough if you’re on the battlefield or he’s somewhat drunk, but after a few more drinks he gets all sobby and emotional.

Heavy: Doesn’t have to even think about it. Regardless if you’re tiny or regular sized, you won’t make a bulge in his stomach due to his sheer size. He doesn’t have any reason to aggressively hunt you down since all he needs is a big chomp, and unless you’re on the enemy team he has no need to mock you while you’re inside. (He might even forget you’re in there entirely.)

Spy: He would never lower himself to the level of the others. If he chooses to eat someone it’s done quickly and concisely- no need to hunt or bite.

Engineer: Not a mean bone in his body for his prey. Even if you’re an enemy once he gets you down he’ll sit back and pat his gut- murmuring to you quietly.

GENTLEMAN

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Idk, Scout anything there’s barely any vore content of him 😖

Scout, desperate as ever, tries to take you out on a romantic dinner. However, when the evening doesn't go so well, he ultimately decides to make you the dinner! He'd flirt with you while you sat in his stomach- unable to walk away or ignore him. Of course, after a couple glasses of wine he starts sobbing and apologizing for the evening. Big baby.

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Is this all strictly safe vore or fatal? Or is it a mix of both?/genquestion

Honestly? All the vore written here is written in mind as being safe. However, I try to keep things open-ended for people that don't prefer that. In other words: All vore here is safe unless stated otherwise!

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I can imagine Sniper just snacking a tiny for curiosity, putting inside of his mouth like a candy, that wild man...lmao

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He just sat there, in his hot ass van, feet kicked up on the dashboard while he watched you laze about in his cupholder. Not that you noticed, though.

He never understood the appeal. He always watched the other guys pop little guys like yourself in his mouth all the time, but never quite understood why. You all looked like little squirmy bugs to him.

. . Still, he was a bit curious. And you were right there. You probably wouldn’t mind.

No. You’d be all squirmy and screamy. Probably wouldn’t even go down right.

But. . you might at least fill him up a bit.

It took a few minutes of mulling it over and an entire can of beer before he finally muttered a “fuck it.” and picked you up by the head. You yelped and squirmed around for a moment before he leisurely tossed you into his mouth.

He sat for a moment. Let you squirm around on the tip of his tongue before sloshing you around. Decent texture.

After about a minute of just leaving you there in his mouth he finally cracked open another can of beer and gulped it down- you along with it.

He rested a hand over his stomach and felt you squirm around. “Alright, alright. You’re fine. I got ya.”

You tasted fine, sure, but he didn’t get the craze. Not yet. Maybe he’ll get it after he lets you out and tries again. .

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Giant Medic hunting a tiny is just- aaaaahh😭 so epic kdkdkdjjf

This man would be a demon. The moment he got even the slightest suspicion there was a tiny on base, he'd start placing down rat traps, leaving out food, anything to try and get you. If he'd felt like you were in the same room as him, he'd start calling out for you- saying things like "Zhe floor is cold mein friend. I've much varmer accomodations for you."

You could hide for a while, but he WILL find you. You'll be minding your business under a table before you feel his entire gloved hand snatch you from behind.

Keeps you in a jar on his desk. Likes to talk to you- or occasionally shake you around. Whenever he's not using you as a lab rat he's definitely snacking on you. He always lets you out, though. Good tinies are hard to come by!

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Hiiii, dunno if you are taking reqs for one-shots, bc i really loved the idea of Spy having a cig holder but with tinies instead and it would be amazing have more of that! Eeee<3 have a good day

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A single gloved finger kept you pinned to the desk. With one hand he kept you trapped to the desk, and with the other he held a burning cigarette between his fingers. The fireplace across the room crackled. The smell of smoke was intoxicating.

He remained unbothered as you squirmed under his finger. The only reason you knew he wasn’t ignoring you was how he’d occasionally push down ever-so-slightly harder on you if you tried to yell at him for release.

There was no telling how much time passed. All the smoke made it hard to focus. However, eventually, there was no more smoke. Just the but of a cigarette he pressed into the ash tray next to you.

A grin tugged at his lips as his attention now focused on you.

“Nice evening, isn’t it?” He purred as his fingers went from holding you down to instead squeezing around your torso.

Gently he lifted you up towards his face- staring right at you like the smug bastard he was.

“I don’t suppose you’d be willing to help me out with my little problem, would you?” He asked- gesturing towards the ash tray.

Of course, despite all your wriggling around, you didn’t have much of a choice. Spy gently placed you inside of his mouth, legs first. However, rather than swallowing you immediately, he simply left you there.

Half of your body hung outside his mouth as you desperately tried to pry yourself from his jaws, of course to no avail. You’re fine for now, but you know he’ll get hungry any moment now. .

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So you know telefraging? Well, perhaps a bit cliched, but what if the teleporter instead dropped the one teleporting inside whoever stood on the exit. Don't run over teleporters unless you can lug some extra weight around. Alternative idea, teleporters having cooldown isn't because of limitations, but so teammates don't accidentally teleport inside each other

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Medic can only take so many “stomach-aches” barging into his office mid- surgery before he had to complain. Sniper stumbling in, stuffed with a complaining Scout was the last straw.

Now every week he had Engineer slaving over the damn things, trying to rig them to quit teleporting his team into other peoples stomach.

Engineer personally didn’t see much of a problem. So what if someone got stuck in Heavy’s stomach? No biggie. Heavy’s more than capable of coughing people up. However, after an incident left him stuck inside of Medic’s gut, who refused to let him out unless he got to work, he finally saw the light.

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I could totally see scout devouring the other teams scouts with no problem

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Devouring them? Yes. No problem? Well. .

Oh, he’d totally do it. Mostly for bragging rights. Show all the other guys how “bad ass” he is by gulping down a shrunken BLU scout- only to moments later grip his throat and start gagging like he’d swallowed a fly.

He’d be a total baby if they started squirming, too. He’d act all cool around base, but in private he’d grip his abdomen and start groaning- muttering to “chill out” in there. Of course the moment his catch ran out of energy he’d go right back to show boating and bragging about how the other scouts have nothing on him.

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TF2 ENGINEER FIC

WARNING FOR VORE BELOW

“Whoa there now, you alright?”

You laid there, back to the ground and face to the sky. You could barely hear anything- with all the ringing in your ears.

Last thing you could remember was your attempt to run across the field, only to instead trip and land in front of a large steel turret. Then, of course, the stinging pain.

At the moment you could only groan in pain and rub your sore side. Just barely you could make out the large man in the yellow helmet standing over you- adjusting his goggles and trying his hardest not to laugh.

“Battle’s over, honey. Go on, now.” He said. Of course, after a few moments, he quickly realized you weren’t going anywhere. Not in your condition.

“Well, s’pose you’re a little too banged up to go scamperin’ off now.” Engineer chuckled, rubbing you on the shoulder as he gently sat you up. “Shame you had to go and take a fall like that. I hate to see a pretty face all banged up.”

Really? Now you were getting flirted with? Losing the battle was bad enough- but this was a whole new low. You opened your mouth to speak, but instead all that came out was a raspy groan.

“Don’t tire yourself out, hon. I got ya.” Engineer said again- a grin on his face. Despite his mocking tone, you could manage to pick up on the concern in his voice.

He put a single finger under your chin and tilted your charred face towards himself for a better look. A faint “hmmm” coming from his mouth as he did so. You could tell he was mulling something over in his mind- and the faint growling of his stomach quickly determined his decision.

“Well, no sense in lettin’ ya’ go to waste just layin’ here.” His grin re-appeared as his grip tightened around the back of your shirt and he brought you close to his mouth. No matter how hard you tried to tell him to buzz off, or pry yourself out of his grip, your body simply wouldn’t budge.

“Don’t worry, Pumpkin. I’ll take good care a’ ya.”

What happened next was all a blur. For you it was warm, and sticky. You could only weakly squirm around as you were slowly swallowed and taken deeper within the man- past his teeth and down his throat.

For him, though, he took his time in savoring your taste. Although he was hungry, and you certainly tasted great, he made sure he was nice and gentle as he swallowed, not wanting to injure you any further. It was one thing to see mercs from the enemy team dead- since the respawn machine would bring them back good as new. But seeing someone hurt? On the ground and vulnerable?

It was a little different.

Soon enough you were in his stomach. It was tight and warm- but marginally better than lying down on the ground. The stomach walls shook slightly as you felt him give his belly a gentle, almost reassuring, pat.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head. I got ya.” His voice was muffled due to your position- but still recognizable. Still, despite his words, you couldn’t help but feel made fun of, especially after he let out a soft and satisfied belch.

Your weak squirms didn’t phase him at all as you felt the stomach walls shift around you and he began to make his way back towards base.

Maybe it was exhaustion. Maybe it was the faint beating of his heart lulling you to sleep. Regardless, you were getting tired.

You didn’t know what awaited you- but you weren’t scared. Despite the fact that you had quite literally become the lunch of an opposing merc, you felt oddly. .

Safe?

“Don’t worry. I’m gonna take gooood care a’ ya.”

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A TF2 vore blog. i’ve found my people..

got anything for the renowned gentleman spy?

I’m a little obsessed with the idea of Spy running out of cigarettes and instead using a tiny instead. Gently dangling you between his lips- only swallowing if you squirm around too much. Maybe washing you down with a glass of wine afterwards, too.

Alternatively, Spy could be feeling romantic. A quick peck on the cheek turns into a long, drawn out smooch. He goes just a little bit overboard and you wind up in his gut. Of course, he laughs it off and leans against a wall- a hand over his distended belly.

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soldier hunting prey down in a "game" of chase then yomming them up. something he'd do ngl feral lead man. teaching the little maggot a lesson.

He’d be a total monster. Vaulting over counters and combat rolling under tables, all while still yelling at you to pick up the pace. Even if you manage to get away and hide under a table, you’d feel his big-ass hand grab you by the back of your shirt and lift you up to his face.

He’d applaud your skill while at the same time laughing at you for getting caught- moments before stuffing you in his mouth and swallowing as “punishment” for being too slow. Better luck next time!

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HOLY SHIT ANOTHER TF2 VORE FAN LETS FUCKING GOOOO!!!!

whos your fav pred? what type of circumstances? (like protection, malicious, etc) :D

OH GOD DON’T MAKE ME CHOOSE

In terms of preds, I think they’re all great, but if I had to pick, Spy, Demo, Scout and Medic are definitely in my top four. If I had to pick one, at the moment, it’d probably be Scout. He’d be so cocky the entire time and I’m a sucker for it.

In terms of scenarios I’m a big fan of flirting/romance. Maybe Medic, always busy with surgery, can never find time to cuddle with you, meaning he has to use an “alternative” method of keeping you close. Or Scout snacking on you and teasing about how he’ll let you out in exchange for a date.

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demoman my beloman...

my man

my demo

my big lad <3

would be a great giant <3

YES.

This man does NOT have a mean bone in his body. Would pick you up. Would let you sit on his head. Would give you kisses. Would sob to you.

Calls you a wee lad/lass and lets you ride on his shoulder or inside his stomach while he blows people up. 10/10 giant and would recommend to others.

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TF2 VORE HCS!

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Scout: - Always makes a HUGE fuss. Teases, taunts, jokes, etc. Very clearly over-compensating. - Definitely prefers tiny prey, since he's not the largest guy out there. - Likes to poke fun even while his prey's inside. Maybe even flirt if he thought you were particularly cute. Soldier: - Will eat for any reason. Are you a close friend? Here, he'll put you somewhere safe! Got on his nerves? He'll show you what hippie commies like you deserve! - The bigger the prey, the better. He likes a challenge! - Will chat with you while you're in his belly. Well, less chatting, and moreso rambling about whatever's on his mind. (Mostly America.) Demo: - Unlike Soldier, he'd probably only eat you for one of two reasons. Either you asked, or he accidentally stuffed you into his mouth while he was drunk. - Size doesn't matter to him. He's a big guy! - Uses his prey as his personal therapist. You will hear his entire life story as he sobs to you and fills his stomach with alcohol. Heavy: - Definitely the most nonchalant about it. If you ask, he'll do it. You can stay as long as you want. He's big- so no one would notice. - Can eat anyone. Of any size. - Once you're in, he'll probably just go about your day. You're free to talk to him as much as you want- and he'll politely respond back. Engineer: - Sweet as honey about it. He'll gladly give you someplace warm to stay, or use it as a way to keep you close while he works. - Prefers prey somewhat in the middle. Likes someone big enough to fill him, but not too big that it's difficult to sit at his desk. - Will fill you in on all the happenings while you're in his stomach. Such as what he's working on, what the weather looks like, what you tasted like. . Sniper: - Definitely the most apprehensive, but not against it. If you're close and you ask, he'll do it, but he won't just chow down on you for the fun of it. - Prefers larger prey since he likes to feel really full. - Rubs his stomach gently to let you know you're fine. Won't let you stay in too long, though, since he'd hate to fall asleep and leave you stranded. Medic: - WAY too excited about it. Will gladly eat you at any time of the day, and without warning. - Any size is fine by him- but larger prey feel better for him when they squirm around. - Constantly asks you questions for the sake of "science". You will NOT be able to nap. Spy: - Will eat to either shut up someone annoying him, or as a way of showing affection without actually having to put in emotional labour. - While he'd eat anyone, he prefers smaller prey to avoid creasing his suit. - After eating someone, he prefers to sit back, sip a glass of wine and gently tap his stomach as they shift about inside with a small grin on his face.