#gentleman pred

[jack-the-nibbler]

A Gentleman’s Treat

You learn the hard way that sometimes, restricted areas are best left alone. After all, Hunters are good at delivering punishments.

Fandom: Identity V

Characters: Reader, Jack (”Good Child” skin)

Words: 2,105

CW: Fearplay, digestion mention

“Come out, come out, wherever you are~! I’ll find you soon enough, poppet~!”

You gulped and crouched down more, trying to curl up as tightly as possible within the shadows. Damn it all…this was your fault. The Manor was divided into two halves; one for the Survivors, and one for the Hunters. Being quite the curious soul, you’d wanted to explore the Hunters’ half. The door there was locked, but there was a crack that was big enough for someone shrunken to pass through.

It had taken some effort to convince Kurt to let you borrow Gulliver’s Travels from him, but soon you were carefully holding the book. Reading only a few words had reduced you to the size of a lilliputian, able to slip past the door. It was quite gloomy on the other side, which you’d admittedly expected. And it had been quite harrowing keeping any Hunters from seeing you scurry about.

Unfortunately, you had eventually been spotted by none other than Jack. A charming, if somewhat awkward gentleman much of the time, but also an eerily calm sadist who delighted in the fear of his prey. The man could go from proper to sinister at the drop of a hat, and that’s just what happened as he pursued you. He’d chased you under a door, right into his bedroom. All you could do was crouch behind tins of paint and containers with brushes, praying that he’d lose interest. To make matters worse, you’d dropped the book in your haste.

“Oh poppet, there’s no need to be scared! I only want to play a little,” he called before chuckling. “You know what they say. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy~!” That low, gleeful edge to his tone sent chills through you. He was already a fiend when hunting you down in the Manor “games”, but this was far worse. At least if you were sent off on a rocket chair or “died”, you’d wake up back at the Manor as if nothing had happened.

Now you were utterly trapped; you couldn’t leave without the book! Not only would you be stuck like this for god knows how long, but Kurt would never forgive you! You couldn’t outrun Jack either…who knows what he’d do with you, or if you’d come back from it. You were left to stew in your fear; dread weighed down on you, only to vanish as a paint tin was pulled away.

“Ahh, there you are…~” Jack smirked and reached for you. Your heart practically burst out of your chest, your insides seizing. You had absolutely no hope of escape from the mad painter. Your muscles refused to cooperate as he grabbed you up. With his tall, lanky stature, it would be impossible to land safely.

“No, no, no! Let me go!!” you cried, struggling within his grasp. Jack held you up close, smirking and giving you a good view of his pearly whites. He was admittedly handsome in his current form-nicely sculpted face, tousled silver hair that covered his eyes, and a nicely tailored suit complete with a fancy black top hat. Definitely more pleasant than the horribly pale, faceless, jagged-mouthed, fog creature he often appeared as, but it did little to ease your terror.

“My oh my, you’re much cuter than that Explorer!” he exclaimed. “Speaking of, did you happen to be looking for this?” Jack raised his other hand, showing you the special copy of Gulliver’s Travels held between his fingertips. You gasped and scrambled for it, but it may as well have been a mile away. Jack shook his head and tucked the book into his pocket.

Your blood ran cold as you found yourself completely at the Ripper’s mercy. He was gentle at the moment, carefully rubbing your head with his index finger. It didn’t feel so bad…but you weren’t trusting him. Jack chuckled at your scared little face, watching you tremble as he brought you up to his mouth. His soft lips pressed against your head in a careful kiss, making you blush…but then the tip of his tongue lapped up your cheek. You immediately pulled away, looking up with wide eyes. Had he really just…?

“Awww, don’t tremble so much, luv! I only want to give you a little taste~!” You were given a close view of Jack’s charming grin…and his oddly long, pink tongue sliding across his lips. Warm breath washed over you as his warm, wet tongue laved along your front, each taste bud dragging over you. Jack licked you again and again, humming in delight at your taste. A soft sigh escaped him as he finally relented.

You whined and wiped your hand along your face, attempting to get at least some of the thick slime away. This proved useless as Jack gave you another two licks. You were able to catch a glimpse of his silver eyes underneath his messy hair. There was a teasing mirth in his eyes…but also a hint of hunger.

“Something wrong, poppet? Perhaps you’re realizing just how…appetizing you are?” A sick sinking feeling gripped your innards as it hit you. He was going to eat you.

“How could you be so cruel?!” you yelled. Jack gasped, holding his cheek in mock hurt.

“Oh luv, I’m not that bad! You’re lucky to have met me instead of some of my fellow Hunters,” he remarked. “Luchino might have experimented on you or used you as reptile feed. Joseph might have trapped your adorable self in a photo. Ann’s cat could have nabbed you, the less said about Yidhra, the better…but I’m sure many of them might have just done what I’m about to…”

You watched with wide eyes as Jack dangled you over his mouth. Warmth drifted up like steam as he exhaled, playfully snapping his teeth at your feet. You squeaked and pulled your feet away, not putting it past him to try biting you apart. Although, you quickly realized that it might be better than possibly being digested alive.

Jack slipped your legs onto his tongue, suckling and soaking you in saliva. His lips crept up your body, engulfing your hips, belly, and chest. You shook your head, quietly pleaded, but he only chuckled as he slurped you in. The Ripper’s tongue slathered spit all over you, happily tasting you. It swished you around, stroked along your form, pressed you against the soft inside of his cheeks.

You hissed in disgust, barely able to wriggle much inside his mouth. Jack’s tongue was relentless, keeping you trapped. Not like you could manage to pry open his teeth anyways. You weren’t escaping-that was cemented as Jack tilted his head back, pushing you backwards. Your eyes widened in horror as your feet slipped into the abyss of his throat.

“No, no! Don’t swallow!” you cried. You clawed at his tongue, but it was too slippery to give any purchase. The painter’s throat squeezed around your legs, threatening to pull you downward. Jack opened his mouth, taunting you with a last look at the world. With his teeth framing your view of his room, he gulped, pulling you into his gullet up to your waist. One more swallow sent you down, the light slipping from your view.

Jack’s gullet was tight, squeezing around you in a steady rhythm. You grimaced at the feeling, and an additional pressure. Jack was pressing a finger along the bulge traveling down his throat, delighted little hums vibrating around you. Of course the hunter would delight in your suffering-you were just a mouthful to him, nothing more than a snack for the cruel gentleman.

“Mmmh~…That’s it, slip on down, luv. You’re doing good…~” he cooed in a tone that might have been soothing. You whined as you were pushed deeper into his body, briefly stopping at a particularly tight squeeze. Just as you feared that you would burst, you slipped past the sphincter and landed within his stomach. It groaned around you, briefly squeezing as it determined the size of its new occupant.

You couldn’t believe it-you’d just been eaten. Jack had gobbled you up as easily as he would a tea cake or a slice of ham. You’d reluctantly gotten used to being prey for hunters, but never in the sense of actually being eaten! The air was humid, there wasn’t a speck of light-not like there’d be much to see-and every surface was slimy, slippery, and squishy. As you moved around, trying to get your bearings, the stomach squeezed around you. Jack let out a rather impolite belch a moment later.

“Oh, pardon me!” he exclaimed. “I must say, you’re more filling than I thought! And you feel so nice…I don’t think I’ll need to eat again until dinner!” A chill ran through you at the thought of your fate. You tried to sit up, only to be squished down again as Jack rubbed his belly.

Dread pooled within you again as you desperately felt around. There were only two ways out of Jack’s stomach, and you’d sooner take a flare gun shot to the face than take the lower route. Trying to pry at the throat entrance proved useless. It was too tight, only drawing a few giggles from your captor.

“Don’t fight too much, now! Or do, it feels so wonderfully ticklish,” Jack said. “You fit so perfectly, luv, almost like this was meant to be.” You were about to protest, only to hear the door open. Jack looked up to find Joseph standing there, his bright, pure blue eyes lidded in slight unamusement. “Why, good day! Have I been bothering you, Mr. Desaulniers?” he asked sweetly.

“You’ve been causing an awful racket,” Joseph said. “Anyways, the others want to know if you’re coming down for lunch.” Jack smiled, briefly muffling another burp.

“No thanks, Chap. I just ate.” Jack licked his lips, smirking as if he planned to have the Frenchman for dessert. Joseph grimaced, swiftly leaving the room. He’d never known that a Survivor had snuck into his territory, much less been gulped down whole by a fellow Hunter.

That little interaction brought a horrible realization. No one would know what had happened to you. Kurt would have an idea, but the others would only truly know if Jack taunted them with your fate. Is this really how you’d be remembered? A curious little fool who’d become a snack for a monstrous Englishman? Tears started to brim in your eyes.

“J-Jack, please, come to your senses…” you pleaded. “I don’t want to die in here!” That actually made the Ripper pause…then he chuckled warmly.

“Die?” He said. “Oh sweetheart, no one is allowed to die here! This has already happened a few times before you arrived. I assure you, the reformers work just as well with digestion as they do with bleeding out. It won’t be your end.” That…was quite a shock. You sat there in the gurgling darkness for a good moment.

“You…you mean it? I’m going to be fine?” You asked. Jack gave an affirmative hum.

“Cross my heart, or what’s left of it. I was actually planning to spit you out at some point this time.” He replied.

A wave of relief washed over you. You were still trapped in a Hunter’s guts and soaked in slime, but at least your story wouldn’t end within the churning depths of his belly.

“Of course, I could digest you if you wanted, let you revive later. You’d look lovely on my hips, dear.” Jack said. That brought a new bout of squirming and yelling from you. He laughed and patted you again. “Alright, I won’t! But do get cozy; it’ll be a few hours before I let you back out.”

You carefully nestled into the folds along his stomach walls. While Jack went about his business outside, you listened to the inner workings of his body. Up above was his somewhat erratic heartbeat, the rush of air through his lungs, and content humming. Below was the low groaning of his intestines, and you could almost imagine the sound of his blood flow. As gross as this should have felt, it was oddly relaxing now. Soothing, even.

The gentle rocking motion of his gut as he walked cradled you. You’d gotten used to the darkness, damp warmth, and even the slime. You gave a soft sigh as you were slowly eased into slumber. It was soft within your captor’s tummy, and the thrill of your little adventure had worn you out. And the gentle rubbing told you that Jack didn’t mind you taking a small nap at all, safely tucked away inside him.

#safe vore #nonfatal vore #unwilling prey #prey pov #pov vore #soft vore #idv vore #male pred #gentleman pred #fearplay #mouthplay #teasing pred #shrunken prey #g/t vore #vore writing #this is very self indulgent smh

[sillyromance]

Good day everyone! Merry Christmas❄️🎀! I've been very busy and kinda depressed past few weeks, that's the reason of my "disappearance"... However, I'm planning to come back. And so, this is my new little evening thought.

Hope you enjoy!

I'm thinking about an aristocratic pred. The one whose sight makes your spine tingle as they enter the room. Their body is relaxed, but straight as a blade of a sword and their eyes are sharp as one, but still gentle in a way. They are always gallant and patient, their clothes is perfectly balanced and it shows how rich its owner actually is, though there is no sign of vulgarity. The pred's voice is calm and soft, and... Powerful; there is no need to question their authority despite this person doesn't even think to dominate anyone - pride and grace are just in their nature. They belong to the kind of a nobleman who has its high position in the society not exclusively due to the right of blood - but noble spirit and intelligence as well.

Such aristocrat would be a very gentle pred whose first thought would be about their prey's comfort and safety. On the old days most of the noblemen were warriors, so I suppose the pred would be quite protective over someone they love and cherish - and they would swallow their partner down immediately if there was even a minimal threat around; also there could be fluffy tropes of everyday life representing one helping another with mental issues and worries or just them two having fun. There is an endless potential for blood-curdling tropes too since ancient castles can be spooky and dark, especially in the winter period when the sun doesn't come out for long and it hides behind grumpy clouds from dawn to sunset; or during thunderous autumn storms when furious wind makes old trees in the garden whine and bow to the very ground while lightnings paint the sky in electric blue... Of course, the pred is kind and thoughtful enough to provide their scared companion with required "protection", lifting the prey up to their face with no extra words, leisurely lowering the person into the mouth and gulping cautiously. Their hand traces the way of the prey going through their tight gullet and senses satisfying weight smoothly slipping in their middle, their stomach rounding beneath the layers of velvet and satin...

Moreover, there could be a great scenario including political intrigues against the prey. There is a moment when everything comes to the stressful point: the prey is followed by their not-so-peaceful opponents, and the tiny has only one option to survive. Their big friend working in the cabinet as usual raises the eyebrow in surprise as the prey breaks into the room, but there is no time - the little one need to be hidden, now!.. Well, far-away footsteps annonce soon arrival of the chasers; confused, the pred looks in the startled eyes of the prey and finally comes up with a solution; their mouth instinctively waters. The nobleman feels guilty for what they are going to do, however it can be explained later, can't it?.. The prey doesn't know the whole experience is safe and, surely, they freak out; nevertheless, they don't struggle when their forehead meets a slimy, squishy surface of the tongue since they're absolutely overwhelmed with the horrible kaleidoscope of things happened at the past hours. As the prey gets pushed into the wet, noisy chamber of the stomach, the only thought which pops out in their head is: "At least, it's someone I love..." Only after some time, listening to the conversation the pred has with their sweetheart's enemies, the prey understands the pred's true intentions and calms down. Meanwhile, the saviour goes around their day and casually chats with other members of the royal court , keeping their hand on the slightly expanded belly and innerly smiling when feeling as their unfortunate partner moves around sleepily...

The prey's foes won't go away with the mess they have started...

#extreme cuddling #safe vore #soft vore #willing pred #aristocratic pred #willing prey #tw vore #gentleman vore #gentlman pred #hesitant prey

[blebsandgears]

Quick rundown of vore sessions with Manfred

Outside of belly

-he’s incredibly respectful and caring of prey

-he will offer tea and snacks for prey before gulping them down

-he’s incredibly patient so if prey is nervous he’ll wait until they’re ready (assuring them he’s not upset)

-if prey is small enough there’s a possibility he will gently dunk them into his tea like a biscuit

Inside of belly

-after he has a guest in his gut he will do everything in his power to keep them happy and comfortable

-he does what he can to keep his movement slower and more thought out, he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt them

-he will be fairly tired after he has a guest so with a few belly rubs and some talk and he’ll be ready to nap

After belly

-he has a bath ready with the preys favorite soaps as well as a change of clothes and a bottle of water

-as prey cleans up he makes them a snack and sets up a pillow and blanket pile for prey and a large choice of movies and video games

-tucks prey in and leaves them be unless prey requests him to stay (will never turn down a practical cuddle)

#safe vore #soft vore #extreme cuddling #sfw vore #vore blog #v0re #comfort vore #pred oc #protective pred #vore talk #comfort pred #tw vore #vore prompts #vore mention #vore thoughts #vore tw #he’s a gentleman #fluffy vore #v0re ocs #v0re blog #soft v0re

[offside-the-lines]

okay NOW I’ll do a Tito one! let’s go ham shall we!

Tito/Roman Josi - gentleman

This..... turned out so much better than I thought it would? Like this is a RARE PAIR and it is..... hot. I'm into it. They are both too fucking beautiful. Like how is a girl (me) supposed to survive in these conditions. This is in celebration of the preds clinching.

~

Roman slides into the booth next to Tito and puts a hand on his shoulder, thigh pressing thigh as he angles his body towards him.

"Excited to be back in the Playoffs?" Roman says in heavily accented French. It's not terrible— Tito can understand him— but he can tell it's not a language Roman uses often.

"Jos, we can speak English, you know?" Tito says with a laugh. The bar is loud; he can feel Roman's fingers flex into the muscle of his shoulder when he leans in to speak. He tries to ignore the blush that he can feel radiating up his neck.

"I know. I want to." Roman flashes him a blinding smile with such ease; his breath to catch in his chest. "I know what it's like to miss the sound of your mother tongue. I'd like to be that comfort for you. I want to make sure you're being taken care of."

Tito bites his lip in an effort to tamp down the shiver that threatens to slide down his spine. "What a gentleman," he laughs, hoping it doesn't sound forced.

The problem is— Well, Tito learned early in his career— really early— to not crush on his teammates. He has been good about that— really good. It's just— Well— He never thought he would be a Nashville Predator, which might have been naive but— Tito has eyes, okay? He knows what Roman Josi looks like. He could probably draw him from memory at this point, given all the times he's—

Tito is violently snapped out of his thoughts by the spine tingling sensation of Roman's hand sliding across his back, his thumb brushing against the column of his throat and his fingers slipping beneath the collar of Tito's shirt. Roman's talking but he can't process the words as he applies a gentle pressure to the nape of his neck.

Heat curls in Tito's stomach, and it must make his mind go numb because that's the only explanation he has for what he says next.

"Why don't you show me how much you want to take care of me then, captain? My place or yours?"

He's rewarded by the smirk that spreads across Roman's face, his eyes dipping meaningfully to Tito's lips, before he gets up and exits the booth, leaving Tito scrambling to follow.

~

Send me a player or pairing + a word, and I’ll write a mini fic about it. (I am running on quite a backlog right now so it might take me a while to get to your request).

Read other prompt mini fics!

#anthony beauvillier #roman josi #2159 #tito/josi #rarepair #nsh #mini fic #hrpf #hockey rpf #requests #rox writes

[hooter-n-company]

The masses have spoken! Next up in Hooter’s roster, we have this dastardly wolf-man here, my own version of the Big Bad Wolf.

Starting out in life as a normal human, Louis Garou was a notorious criminal and thief, who acquired an enchanted wolf skin that transformed him into a wolf when he put it on. He used it to aid him in robberies and all sorts of devilish deeds, but once he began to rely on it too much, he didn't heed the warnings about misusing this powerful magic item. He wore it for far too long, and as a result, the skin permanently fused with his own flesh, trapping him in werewolf form. He eventually figured out a way to morph back into a semi-humanoid state, but he can never regain his true form.

An outcast unable to blend in with similar races and monsters (mostly because of his obnoxious and gluttonous tendencies), he migrated from the rural countryside to the Victorian steampunk city of Mythos, a place where the wealthy live in the highest buildings and the poor live on ground level alongside shady characters and dangerous beasts of legend…Louis Garou included.

More info under the cut:

Name: Louis Garou

Pronouns: He/him

Age: Mid to late 30s

Species: Werewolf (used to be fully human)

Role: Pred

Height: 8 feet tall (10 in “beast” form)

Abilities: Can shift into a 10 foot tall “beast wolf” form when under high stress, sharp teeth and claws

Personality: This fella makes himself out to be a refined gentleman, but he’s really a liar, a thief, and a gluttonous beast underneath it all, luring in unsuspecting victims with his wit and charms. Ironically, Louis isn’t nearly as wealthy as he claims he is, and whatever wealth he does have wasn’t acquired though legal means. However, as much as he’s this infamous, powerful creature, he can be a real doofus and a straight up coward when he’s outmatched.

Likes: Eating, squirmy prey, fancy clothes, jewelry, showing off, flaunting his (nonexistent) wealth, gingerbread, card games, drinking, flirting, playing cards, penny dreadfuls, grooming himself, being pampered

Dislikes: Witches, magic curses, law enforcement, sharp objects, woodcutters, living in poverty, indigestion, headless horse-men, rain, fire, gray hairs, old ladies with rolling pins, being held accountable

Other Info:

-Speaks in a Cockney accent

-The light of the full moon has a powerful effect on his shapeshifting abilities. It temporarily traps him in his more beastly form, unable to transform back, which can last from one to three days.

-On decent terms with a troll living under a bridge and an old crone who used to be a noblewoman

-On VERY bad terms with a headless horse-man who runs the local “monster mafia”

-If you know the story of Little Red Riding Hood, you know how he got that scar on his tummy…

#hooter draws #louis garou #big bad wolf #vore pred #character bio #hooter's ocs

[wonderful-bellies]

Preds in suits; A gentleman who takes you out to a dance and then eats you afterwards. A butler who allows their master to sleep in their tummy because they're having a hard time. A hitman who's hired to "kill" someone, but they're actually a sweetheart so they actually bring their would-be-target to safety instead. A spouse accidentally turning their wedding kiss into a wedding meal.

SWOOOOON oh that is the SHIT YES. God damn all of those scenarios are so fuckin good you're killing me here. The hitman one especially oh man I love that shit. I'd so read a fic or something of that oh boy. It's something about the unexpected, with the clean classy looking suit but they got a tum or at least a smol in there or something. The confidence. Stuffed or with squirming prey and still so well out together. Hell yeah

#I'm lesbians but #nah lol I'm just a sucker for suits in general #gonna be thinking about that hitman scenario a lot ngl #soft vore

[roseytoesy]

Disvord snippets 37

Cute irl stuff and suave preds in suits.

like a suave pred invites me to come over for dinner, they feed me some food and they make the excuse that they had a large snack before hand. I eat my fill and then we chat a bit. Maybe they ask me for a small favor. then they pin me against a wall and say "make sure to squirm for me~"

***

Irl stuff with friends or those you’re really close with. Just pretending to eat each other and hiding them partially under your shirt or a blanket and they lay on top of your belly. And maybe if you’re a switch you could lay on another friend's belly pretending to have eaten someone and being eaten yourself. Just all laying on a couch or something laying back and slightly on top of each other like dominoes. Just happy to be close and to pretend to be even closer than what’s possible. It would be amazing

***

We love a gentleman that has a feral side. Maybe a suave pred that swallows someone down in a greed/glutinous haze and realized their suit was ruined after that fact.

#disvord snippets #soft vore #safe vore #my stuff #my writing #vore discord #writing stuff #fluffy vore #shenanigans #discord shenanagins #extreme cuddling #nonsexual vore

[novorehere]

I gotta say, you mentioning El/liot in a post a while ago made me foam at the mouth a little

Any s/dv specific hcs you might have ^^?

(Putting my response under the cut because it got a little long! I just couldn’t bring myself to exclude any of the bachelors/bachelorettes even though I have a bit less on some of them. Also fair warning for slight talk of food being with you while you’re inside)

I am assuming with all these that the farmer can shrink down and stay safe using junimo magic or something… In a world with witches and goblins, weirder things have happened in game, so why not?

Elliott:

I have already gushed about this man at extreme length, so I’ll try to keep it short. Enjoys swallowing you very much. Possibly the most out of anyone. Is a true romantic, constantly doting over you the whole time you’re inside. His canonical vice is good food, so we know for a fact the fastest way to this beach poet’s heart is through his stomach. He always had a nagging anxiety about being alone for the rest of his days, and keeping you close like this makes him forget ALL about that. Tries very hard to be a gentleman, but sometimes goes a little overboard on the alcohol and his more unashamed, gluttonous side comes out. Thinks you are THE most delicious thing he’s ever tasted, and will tell you that until you’re red in the face.

Sam:

Would be a bit of an awkward and goofy pred. He really doesn’t want to hurt you! Especially when you’re so small and fragile… It’s so weird feeling you poke and prod around in his mouth, he has to psyche himself up mentally before he can swallow you. Is a bit ticklish on the inside, and his belly is sticky and smells vaguely of soda. Eventually learns to really love the feeling of having you in there, but the awkwardness never really goes away. Can and will crack jokes about swallowing you. He thinks it’s super funny. Likes to play guitar for you while you’re inside, or just place his phone on his belly and let you listen to one of his new favorite songs. Will buy you ice cream afterwards.

Sebastian:

A huge tease. Like, annoyingly so. Knows exactly what to say to leave you blushing. He’ll take his sweet time tossing you around in his mouth to taste you before swallowing you down, enjoying all your adorable little squirms. Like Sam, Seb will also sneak in jokes about swallowing you, but moreso to see your cute annoyed reactions than anything. Loves keeping you in his belly while he pulls an all-nighter on his computer, absentmindedly rubbing his tummy while he focuses on his task. You also quickly learn being inside someone riding a motorcycle is… not fun. You try to avoid that scenario as much as possible, but Sebastian really loves it.

Harvey:

Is extremely fascinated about how the shrinking process works, and will ask you a million questions about it. Will initially be very surprised by your request. “You know what happens to food when you eat it, right?” But after a thorough explanation, will eventually be willing to try if it’d make you happy. Will probably need a bit of reassuring before he can actually make himself swallow. Breath probably smells like pickles, but not in a bad way??? Very concerned with your well-being the whole time, asking you practically endless questions about what it’s like in there and if you’re still doing ok. Finds it strangely comforting to have you so close to him, despite the weirdness of it all. Waking up to a cup of coffee with you sitting in it is a sure way to get this nerd to smile. Might potentially be ok with being prey if he can put aside his claustrophobia. Observing the human body up close would be quite interesting. He trusts you completely, so if that’s something you’d enjoy, let him know. He will definitely wait for you to bring it up, though.

Alex:

Stardew’s resident sports himbo would probably not fully understand your request at first. You wanted him to eat you? You can’t fit in his mouth, silly. But when you show him your magic, he immediately gets it. He’s a bit afraid to accidentally injure or drop you while you’re small like that (he can be a bit careless sometimes!) but quickly gets over his reservations about holding you in his hands. Thinks you’d make a wonderful pre-workout snack. Since you have a lot of energy, that should give him energy, right?? Since he’s such a heavy eater throughout the day, there’s a good chance you’ll find yourself accompanied by one of his other meals, be it a protein shake or a full, complete breakfast. Occasionally will start snacking absentmindedly without thinking about the implications of it ending up with you and then feels really bad after.

Shane:

Ah, Shane. When you first told him about your powers, he had scoffed. Just how was that useful? And you wanted him to… swallow you? Why him of all people? Surely you could find somebody else… But in the end, he just couldn’t ignore your puppy dog eyes. Plus, he feels like he still owes you a favor for helping him turn his life around. He swallows you once, then oops he’s addicted. The feeling of having you close like that is just the serotonin boost he needed, plus the free meal ain’t bad either. A bit shameless about it all, drooling all over you and rubbing his gut once the deed is done. Might even just continue eating afterwards if he feels like it. Probably has a bit of a sensitive stomach due to his not-so-great diet, so be gentle in there. Thinks it’s funny the way you squirm when he belches. This is what you signed up for, right?? The chickens love snuggling up to his tummy while you’re in there, it’s so cute and he secretly took a picture of it on his phone that he looks at when he’s feeling down.

Abigail:

Super chill. When you first brought it up, she just laughed and said “That’s sick, I’ve gotta see that!” She’s no stranger to weird magic, so it’s not too far-fetched to think she wouldn’t be too phased by it all. Very much enjoys swallowing you, and thinks it’s cute that you love it so much. Sometimes teases you, but in a very sweet way. Will make wagers to see who can get the highest score in a game, with a free meal as the ante. Especially adores swallowing you down after a long day fighting in the dungeons to give you a bit of rest. She feels like a human save point! Overall, a really great and fun pred. Also as an aside she apparently eats the amethysts you give her which is hilarious. She’s got that “I like this so I’m going to put it in my mouth” mentality I guess xD

Emily:

Emily is a weirdo. Weird enough that she’d probably be 100% down for it right from the get go. I feel like she’d be all about the whole thing, incorporating it into her whole “spiritual wellness” routine. I can’t decide if she’d be more likely to want to meditate inside, or swallow you up as a sort of “charm” to connect your energies. Either way, she definitely enjoys the intimate oneness of it all. Just PLEASE don’t drink the tea if she puts you in her teacup. Trust me on this one. Will also bring weird rocks inside you if you’ll let her. She won’t hesitate to talk about it openly with the other residents of the valley, and it gets a little awkward for the others at times.

Penny:

Definitely unintentionally babies you when you’re small. “Oh, do you need help with that? Here, let me cut up your food for you.” She’s just too sweet for her own good. I honestly can’t see her getting into vore. You’d have to really convince her to do something like that. If you somehow do, she’d be extremely nervous. Will probably chicken out halfway, and then get upset at herself for not being able to help you with your request. She really wants to make you happy though, and if she can finally put aside her reservations, she’ll find that it’s a lot less scary than she thought. Please don’t make her do it again though 😭

Leah:

Thinks your shrinking powers are just the coolest. You look so cute, you’re like her tiny poseable human model come to life! She’s getting so many art ideas now, and you get to be her muse! But then… you want her to what?? Umm, ok? As long as you’re sure you’ll be safe, she’ll indulge you in whatever strange game you’re playing. It’s kind of a nice feeling, having a friend inside while she works on her woodcarving project. It makes her feel confident! Plus you seem to really like it in there, so it’s a win-win. Can and will paint a portrait of you posing on a fruit bowl or a salad and hang it in her bedroom. Now whenever she sees a salad at the saloon she thinks of you, drizzled with balsamic dressing. Maybe she’ll work up the confidence to ask you to do that again sometime…

Maru:

I don’t know as much about Maru, as I don’t have very much in-game friendship with her. Definitely will want to research your new power once she hears about it. Maybe she can reverse engineer it somehow to make crops huge and end world hunger! It’s for the betterment of science, farmer. You literally can’t say no. She strikes me as someone who could be cool with both roles, depending on what she needs to experiment on that day. Can and will drag random inventions down your throat to test them out, or perhaps swallow you down and make you be her little test subject.

Haley:

Like Maru, I also don’t know much about Haley. From what I’ve gathered, would probably not be into it. Like at all. You’re literally covered in dirt all day, and you want her to stick you in her mouth? Are you crazy? Would think you being small was THE most adorable thing though. So many adorable photo ops!! Will show you off to everyone.

Krobus:

Including this little guy just for fun. Vore is a considerably normal thing to his kind, and is super honored you’d want to do something like that with him. Vastly prefers being prey though. As someone who’s lived most of his life in a dark and dank cave, being in a warm stomach is probably preferable to him. That way he can stay with you and out of the sunlight while you run errands. Poor little guy’s got separation anxiety. Also canonically tastes like black licorice candy, so he’s got that going for him I guess.

#op #vore asks #soft vore #safe vore #stardew vore #i hope someone out there enjoys this #sincerest apologies if someone normal stumbles across this

[dibbiedabbiedoobie]

Put Me Down, Darcy!

i cannot believe i never posted this, it took seeing a post on my dash about gentlemen preds to remind me that i wrote a whole fic and posted it to ao3 and everything and never here. wild.

The link if u wanna read it on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23688532

 "Mr. Darcy," says Elizabeth, so thoroughly peeved by her husband's behavior that she cares not to keep it out of her voice. Currently, she's a mere 4 inches tall, dressed in her nightclothes, and being held aloft by Mr. Darcy's gentle, yet firm fingers when she'd originally been asleep not even ten minutes ago.

 "Mrs. Darcy," he replies. There's a smugness to his tone, something that, prior to their marriage, she would've assumed to be pride, but now she knows is merely affectionate teasing. On his face is a curious expression, a strange mix of mild hunger, boundless admiration, and a concern so gentle it's hard to reconcile it with the Darcy of before.

 "I would quite like to be put down, Mr. Darcy." Elizabeth kicks her legs for effect, though it does little to change any of the intent on his face.

 "Then I shall be happy to oblige you," he says, and then he begins to open his mouth wide.

 "On the ground, Mr. Darcy!" cries Elizabeth. "And returned to my former size!"

 "You were always so small. I don't think you've lost very much off your original stature." Darcy answers, his eyes brimming with mirth and hunger. Affectionately, he pets her head with his free fingers. "Not that I mind, of course."

 "Is this why you were so peckish at dinner this evening? Because you meant to make a meal of me instead?"

 There's a loving, yet smug smile on his face as he says, "Perhaps, if you want to think of it like that. But you could consider that you're always cold in these winter months, even in bed, and that it's rather difficult to be cold when you're inside. As such, my not eating was merely me keeping your bed clean."

 "And I suppose there's nothing enticing about going to sleep full and knowing you'll wake up just as satisfied in the morning?"

 "There's everything enticing about it," says Darcy bluntly, "especially seeing as I haven't eaten since lunch. My hope is that being more cordial than forceful will prevent my going to bed hungry."

 "It's not like I'm any state to stop you," huffs Elizabeth. She's completely at the mercy of his temperament, which, while typically kind, amicable, and respecting of her wishes, is now being heavily affected by his empty stomach. With her shrunken stature, there's no chance of her landing safely on the ground, let alone getting away afterward.

 It's not that she'd want to, however; she's quite certain of her safety in her husband's hands, even at this tiny size and even with that hungry look in his eyes. She's simply a bit irritated at being woken so abruptly only so he could have a snack instead of eating dinner. It's completely like Darcy's character, particularly in that it irritates her and pleases him; part of her loves it on that principle, but the other part merely wishes to return to bed.

 "I will admit that the idea is more than a small bit tempting, especially considering your current condition. Still, I would like to earn my reward," Darcy smiles, showing off his teeth and, Elizabeth is certain, displaying exactly where he would like to have her.

 It makes her melt, though not out of fear. As always, Darcy is giving her a choice, if worded rather unclearly. Should she refuse, she'll be returned to her normal size, and he'll speak no more of it for the rest of the night, even as his stomach rumbles around its emptiness. He'd be the perfect gentleman, even if his current actions leave much to be desired.

 In all honesty, beyond the wish to reward his politeness, it's a tempting promise on its own: she would be surrounded by the softest, most comfortable blankets in the known world, she could sleep as long as she liked without worry of being woken by the morning sun, and she would be providing her husband with one of the best meals he's ever had. The only real downsides would be if she awoke before Darcy, which happened so rarely it wasn't even worth thinking of, and being deprived of his morning kisses.

 "Then consider your reward earned," Elizabeth yawns. "It's not as much effort as you might normally expend, but I am too tired to do much more."

 "That's quite alright," hums Darcy. Deftly, he works off her sleeping clothes as his stomach growls audibly. "After all, I did earn it, effort aside."

 "The only problem is that I am to be without your kisses in the morning," sighs Elizabeth. "I will miss those quite a bit, I imagine."

 "I will just have to give you enough to last you through the night, then." Darcy begins to pepper her with kisses, moving his lips up and down her body. "Is that enough?" he pulls away, a smile on his face reminiscent of someone who had just recently fallen in love and not someone who had been happily married for years. "Or perhaps more?"

 He leans in again, but now begins to gingerly nibble at her sides. He is delicate, even more so than usual, and his teeth don't bite so much as they rest on her skin in various places. Soon enough, he grows tired of teasing, and he slips her tiny toes into his mouth.

 He has less patience than usual, it seems, since he quickly engulfs her thighs, then her torso, then finally her head. He hums, clearly pleased, as his tongue tosses her petite frame about, the muscle curling and suckling around and at her body. Once she's thoroughly slathered in spit, gravity shifts, sending her sliding down Darcy's tongue. With a flick of the muscle, she squeezes into his throat.

 Darcy's gullet is tight; The muscular walls have no trouble tugging her body deeper into his, hugging her form in a constant, overeager embrace. Elizabeth almost wishes she could hug back, all too aware of how Darcy loved it when she wrapped her arms around him and snuggled into his chest. As she descends, the steady drum of his heart grows louder, beating out a calm rhythm that she already feels herself becoming lost in. The volume falls as she slides down deeper until she, at last, is deposited into the pit of Darcy's stomach.

 Instinct guides her to try and right herself, and she squirms until she is curled comfortably on her back, nestled snugly in the folds of her husband's belly. Beneath her, the flesh is pliant and supple, and it cradles her with the most delicate, caring touch, second only to his hands.

 "Are you all right, Eliza?" asks Darcy. His voice is a low rumble rolling through her body, calming her immediately in a way that she'll never be able to describe. She certainly has tried, which while it did not lead to Darcy truly comprehending how she felt, it did lead to Darcy dropping his voice when he spoke to her while she was inside, and she's more than a bit content with that.

 "I'm just fine, Fitzwilliam," Elizabeth answers with a soft smile on her face. She loves the way his name rolls off her tongue; she could say it a thousand times and never grow tired of it. "How are you tonight?"

 "Well, I just had the most delightful dinner. Only one course, but my, what a course." Darcy begins, though his tone soon drifts into a haze; his words are plenty clear, but Elizabeth can practically see the pleased look on his face. "Perfect presentation, perfect flavor... just perfect..."

 His voice goes from hazy into a low hum, as it so often does during these times. Something about dining on her sends him spiraling out of control; his words will fail him, leaving him with little more than hums, coos, and purrs. Elizabeth quite likes it.

 She relaxes herself amidst the plush flesh, unbothered by the gentle undulations of it beneath her, nor the chorus of gurgles and grumbles from deeper in Darcy's bowels. It means little to her, for she is safe; Darcy would let no harm come to her, and that includes allowing his own natural processes to do so.

 "Goodnight, Elizabeth," says Darcy.

 "Goodnight, Fitzwilliam," says Elizabeth, and she lets her eyes shut.

#dibbiewrites #safe vore #nonfatal vore #v.ore #v0re #i tried mimicking austen's style i think but that breaks down real fast cuz it took so damn long to write #vore & prejudice #making up vore tags for these fandoms is my favorite part of fic writing

[jack-the-nibbler]

Currently having the urge to eat up a handsome gentleman...and also to be eaten up by one. Maybe both at the same time.

#vore talk #vore rambles #vore rambling #safe vore #soft vore #nonfatal vore #gentleman pred #gentleman prey #voreception

[sillyromance]

Good day everyone!

Sometimes I just wanna see a pred who would be a half-giant old-stylish englishman from the end of the 19th century. The one who is perfectly dressed as a dandy, who seems to be arrogant, emotionally distant at the first glance, but has a heart of gold; who is a real gentleman, kind, but strong.

........

You come in the room where he's working. A lantern is shedding soft yellow light on his massive figure; papers are lying all around the table, two or three books are open and burried under the mess, an ink pen in his hand is drawing beautiful, curly letters on a somewhat document. He doesn't see you at first, but then he lifts his head and looks at you, slight smile playing on his lips."What's happened, dear?" - he asks. You smile back, but say nothing - just come closer and put your arms on his knee, sadly starring right in his warm eyes. He understands now; one quiet sigh escapes his chest. The man's big hands pick you up and guide you right to his face. He lovingly strokes your hair, gazing at you with mix of deep concern and adoration; then he confidently opens his mouth and put your head right in. You shiver as your cheeks touch the hot, slimy, pink toungle which starts eagerly, but carefully savoring your sour-sweet flavour. He is politely silent, although you don't need to hear anything from him to know that he enjoys every second as much as you do. However, he won't taste you for long - he knows what you are waiting for. The man slowly pushes you at the edge of his throat and swallows hard, titling his head just a bit, letting you slip deeper and deeper into his body's firm embrace with continuing tense gulps.

........

It's over. Exhausted, the man leans back and pat his belly, breathing heavily, still easily recalling the sensation of you jostling through his chest. He feels you actively moving around in his growling abdomen in attempt to get comfortable, beneath the layers of skin, silk and tweed; you're not big enough to stretch his stomach to the painful condition, his clothes don't rip off and all the buttons stay on their places. But he is definitely full - and he sits for some minutes, lying on the back of his chair, rubbing his middle, licking his teeth and enjoying the sensation of you leaning against his insides. Although, it's not only about him, but you as well; fondling his stomach, he fondles your tiny figure, curled up in the bed of plushie muscles which pulse tenderly, lulling you to sleep...

........

Soon he returns to his business; perhaps, he will go outside to meet some of his work companions - or just for a walk. There is a cold, drizzly evening: grey sky, grey streets, black people and animals, deem orange glowing from the windows; far-away bell of Big Ben. Grumpy pedestrians hide their noses in scarfs. Some stop and desperately look around, hoping for a cab. But your gentleman doesn't tremble of freezing air in the twilights; something more than a coat warms him up. It's your living heat, radiating all over his body. While in his thoughts, the pred unconsciously listens to your steady heartbeat and snoring within him - and he just feels good that you're with him, that you love him; that your trust in him is so unspeakably high. He stops and watches as boats scurry about Thames, sometimes secretly holding his middle when you accidentally kick too sharply - but this squirming doesn't annoy him; it brings happiness to his soul.

........

As far as he gets bored, the man returns home. Woods, lightened up by a thoughtful maid, peacefully crackle in the fireplace; the man thanks her, chooses a book in the library and sits down in his favourite armchair. There is a pleasant tiredness in his body, combined with equally pleasant weight on his waist. It ticklishly shifts from time to time, making the man flutter. He keeps a hand on a small bulge, caressing his "tiny treasure", and chuckles when you rub him back, making his stomach loudly announce of its satisfaction.

What can be better?..

P. S: Doctor Watson. Don't ask why.

#safe vore #soft vore #extreme cuddling #gentleman vore #willing prey #willing pred #size difference

[blebsandgears]

So I made a new pred Oc (Manfred) he’s a butler

-gentleman pred

Send me asks about him I beg you- I want to talk about him but I don’t know how without people asking-💀

Also willing to do RP with this guy (no nsfw)

#safe vore #soft vore #extreme cuddling #sfw vore #vore blog #v0re #comfort vore #pred oc #protective pred #vore talk #vore thoughts #vore mention #fluffy vore #tw vore #v0re ocs #soft v0re #cuddly pred #vore prompts #willing pred

[identityvore]

Semi random thought, but I love the thought of Good Child Jack being both an experienced, cunning pred and an absolute gut slut.

He’s a handsome, beautiful, well-kept gentleman, but don’t let that charming smile fool you. Jack is well used to luring in prey who think he’s harmless, and even those who know how dangerous he is. He gets a predatory thrill out of having living, squirming prey fill out his stomach, no matter the size difference. Expect him to tease or coo over you, drawling about how nicely you’ll add to him if he intends to digest you.

On the flipside, Jack can get immensely excited or flustered at the thought of being prey. Panting softly at the thought of melting down in someone’s gut, trembling at the thought of becoming fat on a lovely lady’s hips, pressing his ear against your gurgling gut and imagining just how much he wants it to churn him up and put him on your assets... alternatively, squirming in delight at the mere thought of being squished through a pred’s soft, tight intestines, then slowly pushed out their puckered back exit.

Either way, he’s adorable when he’s all excited and wound up for some nomming. No matter which side of the dinner plate he’s on.

#idv vore #idvore #identity vore #willing prey #switch vore #male pred #male prey #digestion #nonfatal digestion #soft vore #nonfatal vore #sentient fat #full tour #full tour vore

[pollonegro666]

2023/04/30 Nos gustó mucho el edificio de la primera foto porque parece que lleva un sombrero. Un señor simpático nos contó algo de la historia de la ciudad en la plaza principal del ayuntamiento. Y una placa recuerda la resistencia heróica de los ciudadanos de la ciudad hace mucho tiempo.

We really liked the building in the first photo because it looks like it's wearing a hat. A nice gentleman told us something about the history of the city in the main square of the town hall. And a plaque commemorates the heroic resistance of the citizens of the city long ago.

Google Translation into French: Nous avons beaucoup aimé le bâtiment de la première photo car on dirait qu'il porte un chapeau. Un gentil monsieur nous a raconté quelque chose sur l'histoire de la ville sur la place principale de la mairie. Et une plaque commémore la résistance héroïque des citoyens de la ville il y a longtemps.

Google translation into Italian: Ci è piaciuto molto l'edificio nella prima foto perché sembra che indossi un cappello. Un simpatico signore ci ha raccontato qualcosa sulla storia della città nella piazza principale del municipio. E una lapide ricorda l'eroica resistenza dei cittadini della città un tempo.

Google Translation into Portuguese: Gostamos muito do prédio da primeira foto porque parece que está de chapéu. Um simpático senhor nos contou algo sobre a história da cidade na praça principal da prefeitura. E uma placa comemora a resistência heróica dos cidadãos da cidade há muito tempo.

Google Translation into German: Das Gebäude auf dem ersten Foto hat uns sehr gut gefallen, weil es aussieht, als ob es einen Hut trägt. Ein netter Herr erzählte uns auf dem Rathausplatz etwas über die Geschichte der Stadt. Und eine Gedenktafel erinnert an den heldenhaften Widerstand der Bürger der Stadt vor langer Zeit.

Google Translation into Albanisch: Na pëlqeu shumë ndërtesa në foton e parë, sepse duket sikur mban një kapele. Një zotëri i mirë na tregoi diçka për historinë e qytetit në sheshin e bashkisë. Dhe një pllakë përkujton rezistencën heroike të qytetarëve të qytetit shumë kohë më parë.

Google Translation into Armenian: Մեզ շատ դուր եկավ առաջին լուսանկարի շենքը, քանի որ այն կարծես գլխարկով է: Քաղաքապետարանի հրապարակում մի գեղեցիկ պարոն մեզ ինչ-որ բան պատմեց քաղաքի պատմության մասին: Իսկ հուշատախտակով հուշատախտակ է հիշատակվում վաղուց քաղաքի քաղաքացիների հերոսական դիմադրությունը։

Google Translation into Bulgarian: Много ни хареса сградата на първата снимка, защото изглежда като с шапка. Един мил господин ни разказа нещо за историята на града на площада на кметството. И плоча отбелязва героичната съпротива на жителите на града в миналото.

Google Translation into Czech: Budova na první fotce se nám moc líbila, protože vypadá, jako by měla na hlavě klobouk. Milý pán nám na radničním náměstí řekl něco o historii města. A pamětní deska připomíná kdysi dávno hrdinský odpor občanů města.

Google Translation into Croatian: Zgrada na prvoj fotografiji nam se jako svidjela jer izgleda kao da nosi šešir. Simpatičan gospodin nam je na trgu gradske vijećnice ispričao nešto o povijesti grada. I ploča obilježava davni herojski otpor građana grada.

Google Translation into Danish Vi kunne virkelig godt lide bygningen på det første billede, fordi det ser ud som om den har en hat på. En flink herre fortalte os noget om byens historie på rådhuspladsen. Og en plakette mindes byens borgeres heroiske modstand for længe siden.

Google Translation into Slovak: Budova na prvej fotke sa nám veľmi páčila, pretože vyzerá ako keby mala na hlave klobúk. Milý pán nám na radničnom námestí porozprával niečo o histórii mesta. Hrdinský odpor občanov mesta v dávnej minulosti pripomína aj tabuľa.

Google Translation into Slovenian: Stavba na prvi fotografiji nam je bila zelo všeč, saj je videti, kot da nosi klobuk. Prijeten gospod nam je na trgu mestne hiše povedal nekaj o zgodovini mesta. In plošča spominja na junaški odpor meščanov pred davnimi časi.

Google Translation into Estonian: Meile väga meeldis esimesel fotol olev hoone, sest tundub, et sellel on müts peas. Üks tore härrasmees rääkis meile raekoja platsil midagi linna ajaloost. Ja mälestustahvel meenutab linnakodanike ammust kangelaslikku vastupanu.

Google Translation into Suomi: Pidimme todella ensimmäisessä kuvassa olevasta rakennuksesta, koska se näyttää olevan hattu päässä. Mukava herrasmies kertoi meille jotain kaupungin historiasta raatihuoneen aukiolla. Ja muistolaatta muistelee kaupungin asukkaiden sankarillista vastarintaa kauan sitten.

Google Translation into Georgian: პირველ ფოტოზე ძალიან მოგვეწონა შენობა, რადგან ქუდი ეხურა. მერიის მოედანზე ერთმა სიმპატიურმა ჯენტლმენმა მოგვიყვა ქალაქის ისტორიაზე. დაფა კი ქალაქის მოქალაქეების დიდი ხნის წინანდელი გმირული წინააღმდეგობის ხსოვნას.

Google Translation into Greek: Το κτίριο στην πρώτη φωτογραφία μας άρεσε πολύ γιατί φαίνεται σαν να φοράει καπέλο. Ένας ωραίος κύριος μας είπε κάτι για την ιστορία της πόλης στην πλατεία του δημαρχείου. Και μια πλακέτα μνημονεύει την ηρωική αντίσταση των πολιτών της πόλης προ πολλού.

Google Translation into Dutch: We vonden het gebouw op de eerste foto erg mooi omdat het lijkt alsof het een hoed draagt. Op het raadhuisplein vertelde een aardige meneer iets over de geschiedenis van de stad. En een plaquette herdenkt het heldhaftige verzet van de inwoners van de stad lang geleden.

Google Translation into Norwegian: Vi likte virkelig bygningen på det første bildet fordi det ser ut som den har på seg en hatt. En hyggelig herre fortalte oss noe om byens historie på rådhusplassen. Og en plakett minnes den heroiske motstanden til byens borgere for lenge siden.

Google Translation into Polish: Bardzo podobał nam się budynek na pierwszym zdjęciu, ponieważ wygląda, jakby miał na sobie kapelusz. Miły pan opowiedział nam coś o historii miasta na rynku ratuszowym. A tablica upamiętnia bohaterski opór mieszkańców miasta sprzed wieków.

Google Translation into Romanian: Ne-a plăcut foarte mult clădirea din prima fotografie pentru că pare că poartă o pălărie. Un domn drăguț ne-a povestit ceva despre istoria orașului de pe piața primăriei. Și o placă comemorează rezistența eroică a cetățenilor orașului cu mult timp în urmă.

Google Translation into Russian: Нам очень понравилось здание на первой фотографии, потому что оно выглядит так, будто на нем шляпа. Симпатичный джентльмен рассказал нам что-то об истории города на ратушной площади. А мемориальная доска увековечивает героическое сопротивление горожан в давние времена.

Google Translation into Serbian: Зграда на првој фотографији нам се јако допала јер изгледа као да носи шешир. Симпатичан господин нам је испричао нешто о историји града на градском тргу. А плоча је у знак сећања на давни херојски отпор грађана града.

Google Translation into Swedish: Vi gillade verkligen byggnaden på det första fotot eftersom det ser ut som att det har en hatt på sig. En trevlig herre berättade något om stadens historia på rådhustorget. Och en plakett till minne av stadens medborgares heroiska motstånd för länge sedan.

Google Translation into Turkish: İlk fotoğraftaki binayı şapka takmış gibi göründüğü için çok beğendik. Güzel bir beyefendi bize belediye meydanında şehrin tarihi hakkında bir şeyler anlattı. Ve bir plaket, şehrin vatandaşlarının uzun zaman önceki kahramanca direnişini anıyor.

Google Translation into Ukrainian: Нам дуже сподобалася будівля на першому фото, тому що вона ніби в капелюсі. Милий пан розповідав нам дещо про історію міста на ратушній площі. А пам’ять про героїчний опір жителів міста в давні часи – дошка.

Google Translation into Arabic: لقد أحببنا حقًا المبنى في الصورة الأولى لأنه يبدو أنه يرتدي قبعة. أخبرنا رجل لطيف شيئًا عن تاريخ المدينة في ساحة دار البلدية. ولوحة تخلد ذكرى المقاومة البطولية لمواطني المدينة منذ زمن بعيد.

Google Translation into Bengali: আমরা প্রথম ফটোতে বিল্ডিংটিকে সত্যিই পছন্দ করেছি কারণ দেখে মনে হচ্ছে এটি একটি টুপি পরা। টাউন হল চত্বরে একজন ভদ্রলোক আমাদের শহরের ইতিহাস সম্পর্কে কিছু বললেন। এবং একটি ফলক অনেক আগে শহরের নাগরিকদের বীরত্বপূর্ণ প্রতিরোধের স্মারক।

Google Translation into Simplified Chinese: 我们非常喜欢第一张照片中的建筑物，因为它看起来像是戴着帽子。 一位好先生在市政厅广场上向我们讲述了这座城市的历史。 还有一块牌匾，纪念了很久以前该市市民的英勇抗战。

Google Translation into Korean: 우리는 첫 번째 사진의 건물이 모자를 쓰고 있는 것처럼 보여서 정말 마음에 들었습니다. 멋진 신사가 시청 광장에서 도시의 역사에 대해 이야기했습니다. 그리고 명판은 오래 전 도시 시민들의 영웅적인 저항을 기념합니다.

Google Translation into Hebrew: מאוד אהבנו את הבניין בתמונה הראשונה כי זה נראה כאילו הוא חובש כובע. ג'נטלמן נחמד סיפר לנו משהו על ההיסטוריה של העיר בכיכר העירייה. ושלט מנציח את ההתנגדות הה��ואית של אזרחי העיר מזמן.

Google Translation into Hindi: हमें पहली तस्वीर में इमारत बहुत पसंद आई क्योंकि ऐसा लग रहा है कि उसने टोपी पहन रखी है। टाउन हॉल चौक पर एक अच्छे सज्जन ने हमें शहर के इतिहास के बारे में कुछ बताया। और एक पट्टिका बहुत पहले शहर के नागरिकों के वीर प्रतिरोध की याद दिलाती है।

Google Translation into Indonesian: Kami sangat menyukai bangunan di foto pertama karena terlihat seperti memakai topi. Seorang pria yang baik memberi tahu kami sesuatu tentang sejarah kota di alun-alun balai kota. Dan sebuah plakat memperingati perlawanan heroik warga kota sejak lama.

Google Translation into Japanese: 最初の写真の建物は帽子をかぶっているように見えるのでとても気に入りました。 素敵な紳士が市庁舎広場で街の歴史について話してくれました。 そして、昔の市の住民の英雄的な抵抗を記念する銘板が設置されています。

Google Translation into Kyrgyz: Биринчи сүрөттөгү имарат бизге абдан жакты, анткени ал калпак кийген окшойт. Мэриянын аянтында бизге жакшынакай мырза шаардын тарыхы жөнүндө айтып берди. Ал эми эстелик тактада шаар тургундарынын көп жылдар мурун көрсөткөн баатырдык каршылыгы жазылган.

Google Translation into Malay: Kami sangat menyukai bangunan dalam foto pertama kerana ia kelihatan seperti memakai topi. Seorang lelaki yang baik memberitahu kami sesuatu tentang sejarah bandar di dataran dewan bandar. Dan plak memperingati penentangan heroik warga kota lama dahulu.

Google Translation into Mongolian: Эхний зураг дээрх барилга нь малгай өмссөн юм шиг харагдаж байгаа тул бидэнд маш их таалагдсан. Хотын захиргааны талбай дээр нэгэн сайхан эрхэм бидэнд хотын түүхийн талаар ямар нэгэн зүйл ярьж өгсөн юм. Мөн эрт дээр үед хотын иргэдийн баатарлаг эсэргүүцлийг дурссан самбар.

Google Translation into Nepali: हामीले पहिलो तस्बिरमा भवन साँच्चै मन परायो किनभने यसले टोपी लगाएको जस्तो देखिन्छ। टाउन हल स्क्वायरमा एक राम्रो सज्जनले हामीलाई सहरको इतिहासको बारेमा केही भने। र एक फलकले धेरै पहिले शहरका नागरिकहरूको वीर प्रतिरोधको सम्झना गर्दछ।

Google Translation into Panjabi: ਅਸੀਂ ਪਹਿਲੀ ਫੋਟੋ ਵਿੱਚ ਇਮਾਰਤ ਨੂੰ ਸੱਚਮੁੱਚ ਪਸੰਦ ਕੀਤਾ ਕਿਉਂਕਿ ਅਜਿਹਾ ਲਗਦਾ ਹੈ ਕਿ ਇਸ ਨੇ ਟੋਪੀ ਪਾਈ ਹੋਈ ਹੈ। ਟਾਊਨ ਹਾਲ ਚੌਕ 'ਤੇ ਇਕ ਚੰਗੇ ਸੱਜਣ ਨੇ ਸਾਨੂੰ ਸ਼ਹਿਰ ਦੇ ਇਤਿਹਾਸ ਬਾਰੇ ਕੁਝ ਦੱਸਿਆ। ਅਤੇ ਇੱਕ ਤਖ਼ਤੀ ਬਹੁਤ ਪਹਿਲਾਂ ਸ਼ਹਿਰ ਦੇ ਨਾਗਰਿਕਾਂ ਦੇ ਬਹਾਦਰੀ ਦੇ ਟਾਕਰੇ ਦੀ ਯਾਦ ਦਿਵਾਉਂਦੀ ਹੈ।

Google Translation into Pashtun: موږ واقعیا په لومړي عکس کې ودانۍ خوښوله ځکه چې داسې ښکاري چې دا خولۍ اغوستې ده. د ښاروالۍ په چوک کې یو ښه سړی موږ ته د ښار د تاریخ په اړه څه وویل. او یو تخته د ډیر پخوا څخه د ښار د اوسیدونکو د اتلولۍ مقاومت یادونه کوي.

Google Translation into Persian: ما ساختمان را در عکس اول خیلی دوست داشتیم زیرا به نظر می رسد کلاه بر سر دارد. یک آقای خوب در میدان شهرداری چیزی در مورد تاریخ شهر به ما گفت. و لوح یادبود مقاومت دلاورانه شهروندان شهر در مدتها پیش.

Google Translation into Sundanese: Kami resep pisan kana wangunan anu aya dina poto kahiji sabab katingalina siga anu nganggo topi. A gentleman nice ngawartoskeun kami hal ngeunaan sajarah kota dina alun aula kota. Sareng plakat ngémutan résistansi heroik warga kota ti baheula.

Google Translation into Tagalog: Talagang nagustuhan namin ang gusali sa unang larawan dahil parang naka-sombrero ito. May sinabi sa amin ang isang magandang ginoo tungkol sa kasaysayan ng lungsod sa plaza ng town hall. At ang isang plaka ay ginugunita ang kabayanihan na paglaban ng mga mamamayan ng lungsod noon pa man.

Google Translation into Thai: เราชอบอาคารในรูปแรกมากเพราะมันดูเหมือนสวมหมวก สุภาพบุรุษผู้แสนดีเล่าให้เราฟังเกี่ยวกับประวัติศาสตร์ของเมืองที่จัตุรัสศาลากลาง และโล่ประกาศเกียรติคุณในการต่อต้านอย่างกล้าหาญของชาวเมืองเมื่อนานมาแล้ว

Google Translation into Urdu: ہمیں پہلی تصویر میں عمارت واقعی پسند آئی کیونکہ ایسا لگتا ہے کہ اس نے ٹوپی پہن رکھی ہے۔ ٹاؤن ہال چوک پر ایک اچھے شریف آدمی نے شہر کی تاریخ کے بارے میں کچھ بتایا۔ اور ایک تختی شہر کے شہریوں کی بہت پہلے کی بہادرانہ مزاحمت کی یادگار ہے۔

Google Translation into Uzbek: Birinchi suratdagi bino bizga juda yoqdi, chunki u bosh kiyimdagiga o‘xshaydi. Yoqimli bir janob bizga shahar hokimiyati maydonida shahar tarixi haqida nimadir aytib berdi. Yodgorlik lavhasi esa shahar aholisining uzoq vaqtdan beri ko‘rsatgan qahramonona qarshiliklarini eslaydi.

Google Translation into Vietnamese: Chúng tôi thực sự thích tòa nhà trong bức ảnh đầu tiên vì có vẻ như nó đang đội một chiếc mũ. Một quý ông tốt bụng đã kể cho chúng tôi điều gì đó về lịch sử của thành phố trên quảng trường tòa thị chính. Và một tấm bảng kỷ niệm cuộc kháng chiến anh dũng của nhân dân thành phố từ lâu.

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[nom-central]

oggghhhh those headcanons.... taking a nap inside dan/te while he takes u to ur destination..

i would totally pick some far off destination just to get extra time inside the inferno hehe..

i like to think he's pretty gentlemanly about it (im in general a sucker for gentleman preds), so he treats his guests with care and respect! Expect little check ins to ensure you're comfortable and maybe taking the more scenic route for a longer ride + tummy time

#answered #anonymous #local man owns train and is also a train if you think abt it! #he likes the full wiggly feeling and its way safer than the bus itself

[novorehere]

College is giving me Regrets, right now all I want is my horrible gentleman blorbo to hunt me down through the fog and playfully tease me before and after trapping me in his stomach. Lots of licking too, pls -Jack-the-nibbler

Felt. Maybe not the chasing part at the moment (I can barely stand up straight) but oughhhbhhh gentlemanly preds have me absolutely weak, the way they’re all suave and composed when they’re literally about to eat you up, and they way they tease and dote over you to make you extra flustered… and it’s all absolutely on purpose.

#op #vore asks #hhhh #i am stealing the phrase horrible gentleman blorbo thank you