#reader prey

[amylase-to-the-face]

Evicted? No, no, I will absolutely let that happen. Come here, darling, you know I always have somewhere nice and- what? This is not a discussion, you're staying inside me where I know you're alright until we find you a new place. Got it? Good, now- oh, you poor thing, you're shivering... Let's get you in right away, I'm plenty warm inside.

[urfavoritewriter]

Going In, Whether You Want It or Not

Content: Oral Vore, Burping, Male Pred, Reader Prey.

William lounged on his couch, completely naked, his slightly muscular physique adorned with a subtle layer of belly chub. A sly grin played on his lips as he casually ran his hand over his stomach. His fingers trailed sensually, emphasizing the softness of the flesh, and he reveled in the weight of it under his touch.

"So, you see, this is where it all happens," he chuckled, his eyes locking onto the viewer. "You might think you have a say in the matter, but in the end, you end up right here, whether you like it or not."

William's gaze intensified, his fingers now tracing a teasing path over the slight contours of his belly. "You ready?" he emphasized, "Because this belly," he emphasized, giving it another affectionate pat, "has a way of hugging real tight. Every curve, claiming you completely. You might just find yourself getting cozy in here."

As he spoke, his hand pressed a little harder against his belly, fingers sinking into the plushness. "No escape, my guy. Once you're in here, it's a one-way ticket, and trust me, you won't be complaining. In fact, you might even enjoy it."

William stood up, his slightly muscular frame towering over you. He flexed just a bit, the contours of his physique accentuating the teasing power dynamic. "Now, don't be shy. I know you can't resist," he taunted, his voice taking on a deeper, more authoritative tone.

He leaned in, and as he did, he let out a burp in such close proximity you could smell it. His belly emitted a low, guttural groan, almost as if it was an eager participant in the impending game. "You hear that?" William asked, leaning closer. "That means it's time."

[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. . .

[jack-the-nibbler]

Voretober Day One: Mask/Safety

Yharnam is a death trap for a borrower, but there are a rare few who may shield you from the dangers it holds.

The Night of the Hunt is no place for a borrower. It was a horrific enough time for anyone unfortunate enough to be caught out in the street as the sun went down, but it was particularly harrowing for someone as small as yourself. It was all too easy to be stepped on, stumble into a pyre, or snapped up by a beast or crow. Safe places were few and far between.

You hurried along through the darkened streets of Yharnam, leaping at every noise. A rusted axe being dragged along the ground, the snarls of hungry monsters, the shouting of hunting mobs. You huddled against a corner, shielding yourself from view and from the cold. If you could just find a safe place to sleep through the terror of the night…

The sound of footsteps caught your attention, and you quickly huddled in on yourself. A human was approaching, a hunter…but from what you could gather, he seemed stable. No lurching, stumbling gait of a deteriorating madman, walking with a cautious, yet collected posture. His long coat and saw cleaver were lightly spattered with blood, but he appeared untouched by infection…for now. But you were intrigued by this stranger. Was he an outsider like yourself? You peeked out, trying to get a better view.

You swiftly realized your mistake when he paused, turning to look in your direction. Had your movement given you away? You quickly shrunk back, but he was already approaching. The hunter tilted his head, leaning down to inspect the trembling little borrower trying to blend in with the cobblestones. It seemed your curiosity and his perception would be the death of you…

The hunter reached a gloved hand close, but to your shock he didn’t grab you. He just held his hand out, as if inviting you to step on. You frowned, daring to look up at him. Most of his face was obscured by a feathered tricorn hat and a mask that covered just about everything except for his curious blue eyes and a bit of his brown hair. Deciding that you were cornered anyways, you carefully stepped upon his hand, hoping he’d be nice enough to give you a swift end.

The hunter cupped his hands around you, gazing down at your tiny, shivering form. He wasn’t crushing you, and didn’t seem to have any malicious intent. Slowly and with great care, he brought you against his chest, cradling you close. It was warm, blocking out the cold of the night. You huddled against his chest, giving a soft little sigh.You were confused, but had to admit that this was nice.

The hand cradling you suddenly lifted you up to the mask that wrapped around most of his face. His free hand reached up to pull down his balaclava, and to your shock, opened his mouth wide. This hunter was going to eat you! You knew it was too good to be true! You shook your head, but his hand pressed you further. His tongue slipped out, giving a slow, gentle lick up along your body. You shivered, giving him a pleading look. Again, you couldn’t sense any ill intent…he wasn’t just shoving you into his mouth either. What was he planning?

You were gently slid onto the hunter’s extended tongue. It was so slimy…but rather soft. His warm breath washed over you, completely eliminating the chill of the night. The hunter’s tongue pulled you inside, his teeth and lips closing shut behind you. He pulled his mask back up, giving you no chance to escape if you got cold feet. You took a deep breath, trying to keep yourself calm as his tongue swished and wrapped around you, tasting and coating you in saliva. At least he wasn’t chewing you up…

You were soon pushed towards the back of the hunter’s tongue, peering down into his throat. It looked dark and wet, pulsing as if in anticipation to pull you down. Shuddering, but accepting the inevitable, you let yourself slide feet first into the hunter’s gullet as he tilted his head back. With a gulp, the squishy flesh hugged your legs, one more engulfing the rest of your body. A whimper escaped you as the peristalsis dragged you downwards.

The motion of the hunter’s throat squeezed you all over, almost taking your breath away. You weren’t getting suffocated, thankfully, but your mind was racing with all sorts of possibilities. Would you run out of air in his stomach? Would you have to suffer a slow, slimy end from digestion? The trip down felt like forever, but you were soon yelping as you landed within the belly of the beast hunter.

You pressed yourself up against one of the fleshy walls, your eyes wide. You couldn’t believe it…you had been swallowed. All around you were the gurgles and groans of his innards, his heart pounding right above you. What should you do? Try to force your way out? You couldn’t just lay here and let his body absorb you!

You flinched as you felt a gentle pressure and motion from outside. The hunter was rubbing his stomach…for a moment you feared that he truly saw you as nothing but a snack, but it didn’t feel that way. There was a sense of reassurance to it…like he was trying to tell you that you’d be okay. That you would be safe with him.

Well…maybe this wasn’t so bad. He’d been careful with you, much more than he needed to be, not to mention you had yet to feel any signs of digestion. You sighed as you nestled into one of the slimy, yet cozy folds of the stomach. Better to end up here than in the guts of some horrible beast. It was dark, but it was a comforting, warm darkness. Not anything like the chilling, ominous darkness of the Yharnam streets, where danger lurked around every corner. You curled up and gently kneaded the slippery flesh, letting yourself drift off.

The Hunter rubbed his stomach again, stifling a burp. He’d already cleared out this area, so he’d have a mostly safe, if lengthy walk to the nearest Messenger Lamp. He’d planned to spit you out within the safety of the Hunter’s Dream, but given how you were resting peacefully inside of him, it couldn’t hurt to rest up there for a while. The Hunter’s hand lingered over his middle for a moment before taking his gun from his hip. He needed to protect his new little friend.

[benjaminthewolf]

Wolven Storm (Remastered)

Been giving some old stories remasters recently. "Prey saved from elements" is still one of my favorite tropes.

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     Your bitter, icy, ragged breath shakily shudders in and out of your frigid, frost-glazed lungs, as your cornea-searing, visceral, salty tears begin to rapidly freeze over your face. The Snowy Isles had, indeed, been known to get undoubtedly horrendous blizzards around this time of the year, but they had never, ever, EVER been THIS bad before! 

     Hesitantly risking opening your eyes after a couple of seconds just shivering, (there was, after all, a very real possibility that doing so could cause your poor, rawed, positively depleted eyes to become frozen solid instantly) you are, in fact, only greeted with what you had ultimately gone into the perilous commitment expecting, at the furthest end of it all. White. Pure white. Nowhere, no one, nothing. Just white.

     Your stunted, frail, meager, jittering body did what little it could at this point to keep itself vitally chugging along in spite of everything within current reality. You had practically, yet staggeredly, buried yourself underneath the snow in keeping to this instinctive task, reasoning that at least because you were mostly out of the wind, you could ignore the windchill to some degree. Still, with the many frozen layers currently rubbing against your stiffening being and paralyzing its skin to the touch, you only knew, upon a visceral twinge of your heart, that unless you were discovered soon, your heart would be doomed to slow ‘till it stopped, just as the hands of time would cease to turn their hands around your poor being.

      As your decidedly non-conscious body risks an utterly heat-and-energy-sapping shiver, you can feel yourself beginning to lose consciousness. One, final tear finds the resolve it desperately needs to roll all the way down your scrunched-up cheek and into the snow, for you now knew that, as all the available evidence made it blaringly obvious in your mind, you were never to regain consciousness again.

****

     To be entirely honest, I wasn’t exactly able to see much through the brutally whitened, blistering storm myself, either. 

     I could, however, smell. And because of that, I could track. And, because of THAT, I could most certainly tell that someone had passed this way by before me, although their footsteps had obviously been covered up by the ever-layering, brutal  nature of the snow. No civilization at all existed anywhere even near this blistering area, as it was just a huge nature preserve, and at this stage of the horrid storm, if anyone that was not adapted to the cold like I was just so happened to have gotten trapped within its unforgiving, freezing suspension, their chances for survival were indeed, all but none. 

     That, you see, is exactly why I had chosen to come here, and it did now seem to be the case that my searching had not been in vain.

     Only your head was still visible above the snow, (as much as anything was visible at all in these conditions), but that was all that I needed to be able to check if I wasn’t already too late. Thoroughly sniffing over your form with my powerful wolf nose, (which was actually just about as big as your head, surprisingly enough), I am not able to detect any of the distinctive whiffs of rigor mortis or decomposition upon it, and, after gently placing an ear up to your relatively small, frigid  neck, a pulse is just barely audible. It had slowed to a near fatal level at this point, however, and the clock was ticking quite fast.

     As a result of my examinations, I knew the only option now was to get you somewhere warm. And I also knew, quite well, as a matter of fact, that the only two places I had at my current disposal that could accomplish that feat you so needed, was, indeed, my maw, and, far more practically, my stomach.  

     Steadily unveiling onto your unconscious being, my pink, slimy, smooth, yet heated tongue, I allow a few heaves from my lungs to brush some warm air onto your body before I begin to stroke the hot muscle all across your numbed form, getting it positively soaked in my warm, sticky, and thus preparing you for your lengthy journey up ahead.

     The moment your being is doused thoroughly within my fluids, I gently dig you out from the compounding feet of layered snow you are trapped beneath, before carefully maneuvering my lower mandible underneath you, and gently lifting you up into my maw. The snow I inevitably end up scooping in alongside you almost instantly melts from the heat, as front after front of warm air is brushed up onto your being. At last, I lock my jaws tight around you, not daring to allow even the most miniscule sliver of cold breach inside. Now, you are safe in my maw.

     I proceed to gently wrap my cushiony tongue around your form, so the sensation of physically touching a warm object could help your rigid skin slowly recover. I swish you around between my cheeks for a while, before eventually unwrapping the slick, smooth muscle from your being, and slipping the thing underneath you, so that you may be gently pushed towards the back of the maw, and into my wide open gullet as such.

     The top of your head gently brushes against my uvula as you are carefully lodged into my gullet. Tilting my head back slightly as I initiate the tight swallow, I am able as such to feel your being getting squeezed deep into my esophagus; a natural, small bulge swiftly forming inside my throat as I do.

     Your currently limp, unconscious body has absolutely zero ability to resist as you are rhythmically kneaded and squelched down by the cushiony walls of the throat.With each pulse shoving you further and further into my form, more and more heat gradually replaces the horrid brutal, freezing cold that had once gravely threatened your body. Now, however, you were safe, and as your body reaches the lower esophageal sphincter, you are gently squeezed out into my stomach, the gurgling, churning organ expanding and contracting its walls all around you as the warm, harmless liquids continue to splash and slosh their heat upon your unmoving being.

     Your head now lying comfortably against the squishy, flexible walls, I casually let out a satisfied sigh as I am able to feel your form settling down within my guts. Now, I had to bring you back to civilization. And thus, forwards, within the blinding, stiffening, brutal, vicious storm I must go.

****

          The very first thing you were able to detect upon regaining a slight bit of consciousness was the deep, echoing pounding of my heartbeat, a baseline which was swiftly followed up by the gurgling and growling constant melody of the churning stomach around you, as you begin to shuffle about within your current state of conscious being.

     Slowly opening your eyes in order to confirm you weren’t dead, your gaze naturally picks up the soft, shifting, pink walls of the organ around you, though at this point you didn’t exactly know you were in an organ, much less a stomach, specifically. You lightly brush a hand against the slick, goopy walls. You steadily heave in and out a breath of air. It all seemed too real to be some sort of near-death experience hallucination. And it was right then and there that the reality of the situation set in. You now knew you were alive, and the storm had not, in fact, killed you like you were so sure it would’ve back there in the snow.

     You weren’t exactly sure how you had ended up here, or what this place even was, but, for the time being, that really did not matter at all. All that did matter was that you were alive, and would therefore live to grace civilization once again. You give a couple of gentle pats onto the warm, snug chamber, before laying your head back down, and snuggling yourself deep into the walls.

     I, on the outside, could sense all this happening in real time, but I chose not to speak up for the moment being. You had already gone through enough already. The initial instinctive panic you would inevitably experience over hearing that you were currently inside of a stomach was most certainly not something I wanted to put you through at this point.

     Thus, as all four of my padded wolf paws continued to make print after print within the rapidly gathering, blinding snow, I could only give a subtle smile to myself, knowing that my humble search today had, indeed, saved a life.

[jack-the-nibbler]

Valentine’s Tea

A belated oneshot where Jack spends time with you in a rather...unconventional way on Valentine’s Day.

“Well, luv, I promised the perfect afternoon tea for you, didn’t I? You seemed to enjoy your little treats…I only think it’s fair for me to indulge now.”

All you could do was stare up at Jack from your position on his plate, hanging onto every word he said. You had gladly accepted his invitation after work, and he’d been nothing but a gentleman. The chocolates and treats practically melted in your mouth, and the tea was the perfect temperature and sweetness…and had been laced with a shrinking potion, condemning you to end up in the same position as a cream puff.

You watched Jack grab a spoon and drop two cubes of sugar into his cup and stir them around. He still looked rather cute, especially in this attire-a coat and top hat the color of dark chocolate, deep pink waistcoat and bowtie, heart-patterned dress shirt, and small roses pinned to his lapel and hat band. But that sly, hungry smile on his face put you off. You’d only been dating Jack for a little while, and though he was sweet, there was an air of danger around him. Surely he wouldn’t hurt you though…right?

Jack took a few long sips of tea, heaving a delighted sigh. His stomach gave a low growl as the drink settled. It almost felt like his stomach was beckoning to you…or were you just tense? Your unease didn’t go unnoticed. With utmost care, he took you in his hand and lifted you up to face level.

“Darling, there’s no need to be afraid,” Jack cooed. “Perhaps I could soothe you with a few kisses. Might that help?” Before you could respond, you were moved terrifyingly close to his mouth…which you’d eventually end up inside. Those soft lips moved in and pressed against your middle with a soft “mwah”. It tickled quite a bit!

Jack chuckled before planting another kiss, then another, and another. His fingers kept you from squirming free as his plush lips tickled you. You laughed and pushed against Jack’s face, having to endure the onslaught of smooches. Your fears had mostly dissipated…at least until one kiss turned into a lick.

“Shhh, darling…just relax. I’ll take care of you.” He whispered. Jack’s tone, soft as silk, was enough to ease you again. His warm tongue slid up along your front, lingering on your face. You felt each taste bud squishing against you, savoring you, painting you in a layer of saliva. With every lap of his plush tongue, Jack purred fondly at your flavor.

You were soon placed back down, but not for long. Jack took a small dish of melted chocolate and drizzled it over you. The sweet fluid thankfully wasn’t hot, but it did stick to you. You looked up at your boyfriend, watching him lick his lips and reach for a fork.

“I did say I prepared a shiny fork and knife just for you too, yes? Luckily for you, I’m not putting the knife to use.” He said. You did scoot back as the tines drew close, praying that Jack wouldn’t think to spear you. Thankfully he only scooped you up, slowly bringing you back to his lips.

Jack opened his mouth, his warm, clean breath washing over you. He gave you a moment to admire the view-his white teeth, pink tongue, and dark entrance to his esophagus. You were so entranced, you barely noticed him sliding you inside. As the fork pulled away, leaving you on Jack’s tongue, the reality of the situation set back in.

“W-Wait!” You cried, but it was too late. Jack shut his mouth, sealing you in darkness and leaving you at the mercy of his tongue. The soft muscle slipped and squished around you, suckling up the chocolate from your form. His soft hums vibrated around you, saliva clinging to you as the chocolate melted away.

After a minute or two of tasting, Jack’s tongue nudged you towards the back of his throat. Your feet slid over the edge, down into the tunnel of flesh. Trying to pull yourself up would be pointless-the surface was simply too slippery. You gasped as you slipped in, watching the throat open below you. In a single, small glk, you were sent on your way to your boyfriend’s tummy.

The walls of Jack’s gullet were slick and soft, the peristalsis steadily squeezing you downward. It was tight, but not crushing, feeling more like an odd full-body massage. An additional pressure was placed on you, the surrounding muscles pulsing with a hum. You realized that Jack was pressing a finger against you-feeling you travel down his esophagus. He panted softly, licking remnants of your taste from his lips as you slid past his collarbone.

After what felt like hours of being squeezed downwards, you fell from the end of the gullet and landed in a fleshy pouch. Jack’s stomach. Almost immediately, it started to churn and pulse around you, trying to determine the size of its new occupant. It briefly contracted as a small belch escaped his mouth.

“Ah, pardon me! My belly is just so happy to have you, luv!” Jack remarked. “You truly are an exquisite treat, my dear…here, allow me to give you a warm little bath.” You tilted your head, then heard gulping you above. Seconds later, you were doused in a cupful of Darjeeling tea. You sputtered as it poured from the sphincter above, filling the stomach up to your waist with the fragrant drink.

You sighed, having no choice but to lay back within the artist’s belly. You were still a bit nervous, yes, but it really was nice and warm. The fleshy walls were just as soft as his tongue, gently gurgling around you. It shouldn’t have felt so nice…especially as Jack carefully pressed down on his belly, rubbing you within himself.

“Mmmh~...Happy Valentine’s Day, luv. I hope you’re cozy, because I’ll be keeping you for a good while.” He cooed. Jack tenderly pressed on you again as he got up, rocking you within as he went to sit in his favorite chair. You sighed, settling into the bath of tea. One hell of a Valentine’s Day gift…oh well. You did feel strangely loved, tucked away inside your boyfriend. Perhaps this wouldn’t be the last time he showed his affection this way…

[jack-the-nibbler]

Captured

Taking a shortcut through that alleyway had been a bad idea.

You were already regretting waiting so late to get home, and choosing to walk. You hadn’t noticed the tall figure lying in wait, holding his breath before pouncing. Within moments you were pinned against a brick wall, cowering under a grinning gentleman. His smile would have been charming, had it not been for the clear hungry intent in his expression.

“Aren’t you a lovely little morsel~?” he purred. You hissed, trying to struggle, but his hold was too strong. The man was tall and admittedly handsome, dressed nicely in a suit complete with a top hat. Didn’t look like the type to be skulking about in the dark, but appearances can be deceiving. He leaned in, pressing his lips to your cheek with a hum, before giving a long lick. “As delicious as you are adorable.”

You could only futilely squirm as the man licked you again and again, savoring your sweet taste. He soon stops, but then presses your head against his abdomen. You can hear the loud growling of his stomach, intestines gurgling as if in anticipation to absorb your melted form. Long, delicate fingers continued to run tenderly through your hair.

“Can’t you hear how much my tummy wants you, dear? How much it wants to hold you? I’ll bet it wouldn’t mind having you as a meal again and again! It would be a shame to eat you only once, wouldn’t it?” the man cooed. A particularly loud growl made him whine a little and hold you up. “Ahh, that’s enough teasing, I think. Let’s get you tucked away, dear!”

Before you could yell out, he stuffed you headfirst into his mouth, his plush tongue eagerly licking your face. He held you firmly, yet gently, taking his time to swallow you down. His tongue eagerly lapped at you, helping to push you down his slippery gullet. Each gulp massaged you, gradually pushing you deeper.

It didn’t take long for you to slip into his belly, happily gurgling at your arrival. You curled up inside his gut, wriggling in an attempt to get comfortable. Damn it all…it’s tight, and slimy, but at least it was quite soft. Your devourer muffled a burp, rubbing his gut and massaging you more.

“Aah, just as filling as I’d hoped!” he said, happily rubbing his stomach. “Just relax for now, dear. I need to head home to digest properly. Maybe we’ll see each other again…~” His belly sloshed as he walked off, leaving the dark alley behind. With nothing else to do, you just laid back inside of him. This was going to be a long night…but at least your trip home would be shortened.

[jack-the-nibbler]

Engulfed in Magma

You might have defeated the leader of Team Magma, but Maxie isn’t one to accept defeat so readily. He has a different way to teach you to stay out of his way.

Fandom: Pokemon

Characters: Maxie (ORAS), Reader, Chikorita

Words: 1,121

You hadn’t expected to defeat the leader of Team Magma so easily. He’d put up quite a fight, but your trusty Flygon and Azumarill had put him down with little trouble. He was obviously frustrated, but you hadn’t expected his next action, or how quickly it would happen.

While you were about to celebrate your victory, Maxie had grabbed you. Before you could pull away, he pulled out a vial of some weird fluid and poured it over you. It had tingled, then within moments you were about the size of a Joktik, struggling within his hand.

You hear the panicked cries of your partner Pokémon, see your Poke Balls laying on the floor. Maxie’s grip is firm, but thankfully not crushing. Though his stern, calculating gaze was almost overpowering at this size. There was also a hint of something more sinister as he held you closer.

“It’s not often that I have to resort to this, you know,” he says, holding you up. “But you should be honored to become a snack for the great Maxie.” Snack?! You pray that he’s making a sick joke, but you’re held up as he opens his mouth wide. Maxie doesn’t hesitate to lower you in, his warm breath washing over you.

“No! Wait!” you cry. You try to hold onto Maxie’s fingers, but he easily shakes you off. The teeth close behind you, shutting you into darkness. His tongue quickly shifts, tossing you a bit and rubbing over you, soaking you in saliva. Each movement of the tongue pulls you closer to his throat, your feet already poking over the edge…

Maxie finds himself humming contentedly at your flavor. For a Pokémon trainer, you had a surprisingly clean, sweet taste. However, all good things must come to an end. He tilts his head back, taking a strong gulp and tugging at the collar of his turtleneck. You resist, but your whimpering form slips into the squishy depths. Just slide down, dear, he thinks, lightly poking the bulge traveling downwards.

You cry out and squirm within Maxie’s gullet. The peristalsis drags you down easily, the tight, slimy walls keeping you from wriggling too much. After what feels like forever, you’re squeezed tightly before falling into the Magma Boss’s stomach.

You groan as you sit up, trying to get your bearings. It’s incredibly dark, and the squishy walls churn around you. The slime clings to you, but the worst is the heat. It’s already humid, but those thermal layers that Maxie is wearing makes it almost unbearable. You start to kick and struggle, attempting to make him sick, but the churning gut barely reacts to your protests.

Maxie lightly runs his hand over his abdomen, humming in content approval. As stated, he didn’t do this often, and you were by far one of the best treats he’s ever had. Team Aqua grunts were always salty and fishy tasting, and a startling number of meddling trainers seemed to neglect showering. His belly rumbles, and a small belch escapes him, tasting faintly of you. “Pardon me.”

As you fight within and plead for mercy, the Magma Leader picks up your dropped Poke Balls and looks over the occupants. Flygon and Aggron, not bad at all. Duskull, interesting. Azumarill, tch. As he walks to his desk, Maxie is almost knocked over by a sudden force. He looks around, then down to find the culprit.

It’s your Chikorita; quite a rare find, especially in Hoenn. She huffs and tries to tackle him again, as if demanding your release. As if the great Maxie would comply with a simple Pokémon’s orders…he nudged her away with his boot before sitting down at his desk. Chikorita couldn’t care less about the work he needed to get back to, as she starts biting at his feet.

“Cease your biting. I’ll let your trainer out eventually.” He remarks. This doesn’t deter your partner, who keeps uselessly biting and stomping on his boots. It’s amusing, endearing even, but soon becomes annoying. Maxie sighs and leans down to grab her by the sides.

Chikorita gives a panicked cry. Oh no, what has she done? Was he going to eat her too?? Thankfully she’s only placed on his lap, laying right up against his belly.

“There. Is that a little better?” Maxie asks the small Pokémon. Chikorita is a little shaken, but turns her attention to his middle. Her beloved trainer, trapped behind layers of clothes, flesh, fat, and muscle…she whines and starts to nuzzle where you are.

Beyond the almost constant gurgling and distant heartbeat of your captor, you hear your dear partner whimpering. You start to push and rub the fleshy stomach wall in an attempt to pet her. “It’s okay, baby, I’m not hurt! He’ll let me out…I hope…”

Maxie rolls his eyes. He’s not that cruel. He’ll spit you out when you’ve learned your lesson…or get boring. Distracting as it is, the rubbing from inside his belly and nuzzling from outside feels oddly pleasant. Much nicer than more internal bruising from useless struggling.

Your rubbing eventually slows down as you tire. The heat and darkness are getting to you, and it’s clear that Maxie won’t be letting you go for a while. This doesn’t seem like too bad of a place to rest…yes, it’s slimy, but plush and quite warm. Probably even better than your bed back at home…

Wait, what are you thinking?! You’re trapped inside the leader of Team Magma! He swallowed you! There’s no way you’re actually enjoying yourself in the gut of a delusional volcanologist, right?! But that tiny part of you thinks about how soft it is here…you groan and nestle into a stomach fold, still trying to pet your Pokémon just outside.

Maxie flinches as you nestle in. He’s not used to that…but again, he enjoys it. Creating that shrinking elixir had been accidental, but using it for this was much more fun than anything else he could think of. And the thought of the great Maxie, so calculating and proper, doing something so primal, so forbidden…it excited him, really.

Then another thought occurs to him. Perhaps a stay in his stomach might convince you to join his side. It’s a stretch, but the possibility of reeling in an admittedly powerful nuisance like you through what was supposed to be a rather unorthodox punishment…the thought brings a rare grin to his face.

Making a mental note to offer that to his “prisoner”, Maxie runs a hand along his middle and pets the Chikorita now starting to doze off in his lap. You have no idea that within an hour or so, you’ll be struggling with your refusal to join Team Magma, and finding it very oddly tempting…