I cannot sleep and because Cap.saicin is on my mind due to reading one of the event stories with him in it, I shall share some quick pred HCs of him (using this image because it's so cute)
Dude has a massive appetite. Six servings of food is one or two servings for a normal person. He's also not actually a normal cookie; he's a magma monster who gained a cookie form and his species are extreme omnivores whose diet includes Cookies. All that is to say that the idea of snatching up a cookie or two to satiate his hunger crosses his mind often. On a rare instantance when he's especially hungry, he'll begin to drool at the sight of a particularly yummy looking Cookie.
He'd never just grab a rando off the street. No no no. He's got standards man. If he really wanted to eat a Cookie, he'd just ask someone he's familiar with if he could eat them.
In the hypothetical where he DID impulsively eat someone, he'd be pretty apologetic while also being like "how about I let you out at a hotel or some place like that? That way you can clean off in peace without anyone knowing. ^u^" " Truth is that he just wants to keep them in his tummy for just a liiitttle bit longer.
His insides are actually pretty unique and cool. You know water beds with a transparent covering? Imagine one of those but instead of water, it's magma. His insides aren't as squishy as a water bed, but there's still definitely squish.
While the prey he eats are pretty much always at least a little smaller than him (he IS a big dude), whether it be an average sized Cookie or a tiny that can fit into the palm of his hand, he's not picky.
He's never actually eaten someone in his Spice Overlord form yet, but if he did, I imagine it'd be like being in an air bubble in a magma pool. You could probably also grab his cape clasp if you could wedge yourself in his esophagus behind it.
If you ask him to eat you, he might be slightly taken aback at first, but would quickly oblige.
He may or may not have forgotten when he had a tiny inside his belly and may or may not have tossed them around while sparring and/or get them covered in food. And he may or may not still feel bad about it. <:)
A very nice pred. A bit playful and rough too, but never to the point of harmful
tfw you get eaten by a guy who's basically a gijinka for a psychoactive chemical agent and start hallucinating mannequins
i realized that that first version of this painting of rainbow's gut was incredibly sucks actually, and so i went back and redid it. like it waaaaay better now.
A/N: Writing in 2nd person is extremely jarring tbh. I kinda wrote MC more insufferable and spicier than intended...oops. Warning: foodplay and semi-unwilling vore. Enjoy!
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Your eyes flash open, and you find yourself in a sea of liquid. It’s dark, tepid, and a burst of chocolate overwhelms your senses. Normally, you aren’t one to complain about an abundance of chocolate, but this was almost too much; it was as if someone kept a perfume sampler strip, topped with chocolate, under your nose and refused to move it.
You aimlessly wade through the liquid. It isn’t very deep, but it’s still mildly uncomfortable to be constantly gasping, trying not to let yourself be pulled to the bottom by the thick chocolate.
You scramble atop the only thing floating in this sea of warm chocolate--you’re grateful it isn’t scalding, but you can’t understand why anyone would get lukewarm hot chocolate. Hot chocolate is in the very name; it should at least be above room temperature. Still, you make it on top of your makeshift raft, and once you look down, your stomach sinks.
You’re on a cat.
Not a real cat, of course. But the impact still hits the same. It’s a cute hot cocoa topping; the liquid isn’t hot enough to completely melt it, so the marshmallow kitty still has most of its form intact. You can’t help but feel a rush of embarrassment about the fact that you’re forced to result to using a marshmallow to stay afloat.
Suddenly, the door opens and the vibrations send waves of cocoa toward you. Bracing yourself, you cling with all you have to the slippery marshmallow fluff as a shadow looms over your hot chocolate lake.
The ripples finally settle, and you look up to find Satan peering down at you, quizzically.
The demon was already tall when you weren’t bug sized, but now he’s reached impossible magnitudes. Only his face fills your vision, while the rest of his body isn’t even visible past your limited line of view.
“Is that you, MC?” His voice booms over you, and you resist the urge to cover your ears--not wanting to lose your grip and slip back into the liquid.
“Y’know me, just taking a bath, normal human behavior and all. After all, hot chocolate happens to be great for the skin.” Considering the circumstances, the words slip out of your mouth with surprising ease.
He blinks and you sigh, your quip wasn’t exactly lost on him, but he was likely one of the last demon brothers to play along with your terrible jokes.
“No, Satan, I’m not okay. I’m literally the size of your thumb. What part of that is normal?”
Satan quirks a brow. “So, you’re in there because...” He trails off, expecting some sort of explanation out of you, but unfortunately, you find yourself fresh out of those. Instead, you gesture with one hand to your edible raft for the demon to fill in the gaps himself.
He doesn’t.
You roll your eyes and push yourself a little further up on the marshmallow, so half your body isn’t sinking into the cocoa. It’s going to be a pain to get these stains out. You halfheartedly think to yourself as you look back up at Satan, who is still waiting for your explanation.
“You know, just wanted to try a new experience and all.”
He doesn’t laugh. His face isn’t completely stoic, though. Thoughts tinker behind those green-blue eyes, unwilling to spare even a glimpse. You sigh, figuring Beel or Mammon would have quite the opposite reaction if they found you instead.
A small grin paints his lips. “You are quite cute like this, MC, but how did you get so small? The only instances I’ve read about humans shifting sizes have unfortunately been constrained to the realm of fiction.” You can sense the underlying concern dripping off his words, and you sigh; your answer will only make him more concerned.
“Don’t remember.”
“What?”
“Yeah. One moment, I was studying up on Devildom history and the next, floating in a sea of hot chocolate.”
He frowns a bit. “I see,” is all he mumbles, but the faint pink dusting his cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed by you.
You open your mouth, trying to coax him to at least lift you out of your mug prison, but a strangled chortle escapes instead. You couldn’t help it! But the moment his eyes flash back down at you, regret seeps in.
“Uh, am I going to be stuck like this?”
“Maybe,” Satan sighs, hands draping over his eyes and he looks back at you. “If this is a shrinking curse, I’ll gather the proper ingredients to reverse it, but if it isn’t... I guess you’ll just have to be patient for now, until we figure out what to do.” He shakes his head.
You groan loudly, sinking further into your mug prison.
“Hmph. I should’ve gotten Lucifer’s help. If only he were here to help me out instead of the ever-so-helpful Satan --- here to save the day with zero ideas and no clue; really played my gacha odds here.” You murmur under your breath, but it sounds loud enough to Satan’s sensitive ears.
“Really now?” Satan leans closer to the cup. “Well, if you think so, then maybe I should make life harder for a certain someone if he can’t find you for a little while.” Satan hums, and your stomach drops. He isn’t going to do what you think he is. He wouldn’t!
Satan plants himself on the chair, and your heart sinks to your stomach; He totally would.
He picks up the cup and raises it to his lips. You feel a shiver of dread run down your spine as he stares down at you with a smug look.
Oh hell no--Frantically, you try swimming away, against the current, from the lip of the mug, but it’s no use.
Satan laughs, “Don’t worry, I would never let anything happen to you, MC.”
Though, you’d like to beg to differ, with his green-blue eyes shining with obvious mirth. The giant blond was getting a kick out of this. “But might as well teach you a lesson about that mouth of yours, darling.”
Before you retort, he takes a sip of the cocoa, swallowing half of it, and you, in one gulp.
You’re pulled deeper into his throat, and it's tight and hot. You can feel the warmth of the hot chocolate as it washes around you. You struggle for a moment, trying to give him a taste of his own medicine before the thick humid heat hits you immediately as you squeeze through the sphincter and free-fall down, with the remainder of the cocoa, into his belly.
You take a moment to grasp your surroundings. It’s not as disgusting as you would have thought. Sure, it’s sweltering and stinks to the high heavens like old spit, but noxious food odors or the acrid bite of acids are surprisingly nonexistent. Chalking it down to Satan not exactly being human, you try exploring your surroundings, but you don’t get very far.
It’s tight and dark. After a few unstable steps, you manage to reach another wall, though, in the darkness, you aren’t sure which direction you are facing in the first place.
You slump against the curved wall, and idly, your fingers trace the soft surface lined with a mucous-like substance. You find yourself strangely comfortable, soothed by the rhythmic churning of the Avatar of Wrath’s insides and the warmth of his body. An odd combination of annoyance and contentment washes over you as the darkness slowly lulls you to sleep.
Outside, Satan flips the page of his book while a hand rests on his middle. He sighs, still experiencing nothing short of utter bliss. It was impossible not to notice MC’s subtle movements and even as they rest, their weight serves as a constant reminder of just how close they are. His eyes feel heavy and he yawns, marking his place in the book and setting his glasses down on the bedside table.
“Rest well, MC~” He purrs, content as he flickers off the light.
He’ll let them out in the morning, but right now, he wants to savor this moment with his little darling.
There are some days you just want to self-indulge until you can’t think any more and then climb into a nice and squishy tum to fill up a pred-
First just lay out on their soft, plush middle and then slip inside them so you’re nice and warm and surrounded by someone who cares about you...or an asshole pred who teases and pokes fun the entire time, either way it’s a win win.
Be filled and then fill someone else, yo. Big mood today.
A pair of magic mood rings.... a giant one and a tiny one. The giant one will always match the mood/colour of the tiny one. You see where I'm going?
The tiny wears the smol ring and the giant wears the big one. Then the tiny gets ate and the giant can see how they're doing in there, so they dont have to try and yell over the tummy noise/through all those layers.
Maybe nice giants use it to be caring to their partner... maybe mean giants use it to savour how terrified their victims are.
