giant predsuma with a pile of hermits in his belly
I have nothing else to say I speak only the truth - lilmia
He’s suffering. Sure the hermits have plenty of space, its basically an infinite subspace, but x can still feel everything and that much player code inside him is incredibly overwhelming/nauseating
He’s not getting anything done while they’re still there(he doesn’t have the heart to kick them out)((at least some of them are trying to keep still and not make him feel worse)) but he loves them and they’re his players so why wouldn’t he let them hang out?
This is a shorter story so it's not super long! It was a little idea that was thrown at me and well- I couldn't help it! Here's a gift for @boiled-ginger-ale this time this was beta read by @vorestuffiguess! Thank you both!!!!!
Enjoy some Xisuma vore!
Xisuma was smiling under his mask as he listened to Scar and Cub bicker over some project the two seemed to be working on. He was glad the vex seemed to be enjoying themselves and it was nice to see. He was glad to have a reminder that his hermits were happy here. He was listening to them, calmly walking with pair as he walked ahead of them. They didn’t have any plans, just enjoying being around each other as the time passed. He didn’t mind the company so walking home with the two of them. He’s been walking with them for well over an hour now and he recognized that they all really should be heading back to their bases. Knowing Scar and Cub would talk all night if he didn’t remind them that they both had builds to work on tomorrow.
The void walker turned to face them both, hearing enough to know they were both still talking before he could see them. His eyes drifted over them both, the sensation of a familiar feeling slipping up his spine. Xisuma pushed it down, just speaking up instead as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Hey Cub, you should probably head out. Your base is a long walk from here.”
The vex turned to look at him before speaking, his wings shifting a bit. “I do have a big project that needs test swatches..” Cub stated before he ended up turning to face Scar instead. Xisuma wasn't one to give in, but the moment he did this he knew what he needed to do. This was embarrassing but the idea was too pushy for him to ignore it when he had a perfect friend right in front of him!
He's done this in the past, scooped up a hermit when something goes wrong or he's worried about them but that made sense in the situation. Xisuma was doing this without any prompting and completely out of nowhere. His hermits were all shorter than him with the closest being Doc who barely reached his shoulder, so this wasn't going to be all that hard.
The admit unlatched his mask, slipping it off his head and placing it on his belt, having almost dropped it in the process. He didn't hesitate to reach forwards and pick Cub up from under his arms, being extremely self conscious about how much pressure. Cub was one of the few hermits who was about the height of his calf with Scar being able to reach his hip but that didn't mean he wouldn't do this even if the other vex was watching.
Xisuma didn't hesitate to stuff Cub’s head into his mouth, he made sure to work him further back before he gave a swallow. That was when Cub seemed to realize what was happening and began to kick his legs. He couldn't help but gulp once more, feeling as the small man's chest slid into his esophagus. He continued to move Cub down, ignoring the dry sensation of his clothes as he did so. He wasn't paying attention to anything else as he swallowed, just wanting to get his stomach filled as a purr eased its way from him.
It took a few more swallows before he was able to click his teeth shut, feeling as something pressed against the entrance of his stomach. He gave a thick gulp, forcing the form down completely. He gave a shuddering breath as he felt the small vex slid into his stomach, rounding it out nicely as he proceeded to slip his mask back on.
He looked over, pausing as he made eye contact with a startled Scar. He paused before flushing under his mask, he couldn't help but slightly shift from foot to foot. He'd honestly forgotten that the other Vex was here the moment he decided Cub was going down his throat. He was embarrassed at this but he just hugged his squirming stomach having it slightly swollen out due to the size of the man inside.
“Sorry.” Xisuma said calmly, expecting him to be yelled at for nomming part of the man's pack or whatever the word was for a group of vex. Instead the brunette burst into laughter, hugging his own middle as he loudly cackled. Scar was hissing as he did that, clearly extremely amused by this.
Xisuma had felt less embarrassed at that, especially since it made Cub stop squirming before he heard the small man's muffled shouting. Nothing about his tone said he was scared, instead he sounded amused and annoyed. Scar calmed down after a moment or two, instead stepping closer and looking at his stomach. Within seconds he was being dragged towards the vex's house.
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“Come on! Xisuma cuddle pile!” He said quickly. The admin listened to his hermit, carefully supporting his stomach with the other hand as he was dragged away. Seems like he's stuck with them both until he lets Cub out.
Xisuma did not exactly Pride himself on his Species, why would he? The problem is that eventually you have to eat. Xisuma did not like eating. He felt guilty, really guilty, every time he so much as glanced at a planet. But now here he was, in his full form, at full size, knocking on his brother's door.
Xisuma: Ex?
Ex: WHAT!?
Xisuma:...do you know where the nearest non habitable rocky planet is?
Ex: nope!
Ex opened the door and stared Xisuma down
Ex: You are NOT getting away with only eating a tiny rocky planet this time.
Xisuma: bu-
Ex: I don’t care. You need to eat something with more magic, more life.
Ex dragged Xisuma across the universe to a solar system far away, found the biggest planet with life on it, and picked it up out of its orbit.
Ex: eat.
Xisuma begrudgingly took the planet and bit in, instantly feeling energy rush through his body. God he had forgotten how good life tasted. He ate the rest of the planet quickly, and handed Ex the core.
Xisuma: For your collection.
Ex: thanks, now eat another
Xisuma: fine…
Xisuma ate a few more planets, he could put the guilt aside for the time being, he had missed this feeling, the feeling of actually being full. He finished eating eventually and turned around to see his brother trying to eat a sun
Xisuma:... EX! YOU’RE ALLERGIC TO THOSE!!
After heroically rescuing his brother from an allergic reaction Xisuma sighed. He hugged his brother lovingly before giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.
I request... a tiny moth hybrid mumbo having been nommed by a voidwalker xisuma, all curled up together and sleepy very soft and fluffy - lilmia
The storm might be loud and scary, but Xisuma is warm and soft and quiet and the bestest place for a nap. He plans to lay down after he’s made sure Mumbo is content with his situation- Mumbo is already asleep
Give me some more of your pred Xisuma propaganda… please :3
Don’t TEMP ME ;-;
He is very unwilling to semiwilling pred coded (and not really pushy as prey either but that’s a different rant) and I feel like he would really rather avoid having to eat people without a good reason for it, but also what constitutes as a good reason kinda varies a lot
One of the other hermits feeling in the dumps and would benefit from tummy time? Good reason
Doc did something stupid and needs put in admin timeout to think about his crimes? Arguably he’d rather just give him a stern talking to and be done with it but sometimes you gotta lock him up for the lesson to get across (it’s usually suggested by someone other than him tho)
Immediate danger that requires him to act as a (not)human shield to keep his players safe? Definitely a good reason although there will be hesitance
I mean, he doesn’t want to make any of the hermits uncomfortable and obviously some people really like their personal space! Who is he to deny his friends that freedom? Jokes on him, most of his players are stupid and think it’s really funny to get themselves into trouble(ate by him). Poor x needs a break. (The secret is that he’d probably get one if he just caved and tucked them away, but that solution is the last one he wants to take)
I’ve also decided that his stomach links to the void in some way so occasionally a hermit will fall out of the bottom of the world and directly inside of him. Don’t ask logic I’m not smart enough for that yet he just deserves to have a friend snack surprise sometjimes
(Maybe if you ask him reaaaaally nicely he’ll let you in for a bit and talk about the new snapshots and his base to you) ((might just end up a bit soggy))
can i offer you the trade of a predsuma story for a silly art sometime in the future? i just think hes the most guy ever and ive already read all the fics i can find of him ;-;
i dont have good context for it but im pretty sure if you go into the headcanons channel and just keyword xisuma by pop you will find so many results. x and predsuma are also likely to have stuff under them. i talk about him a lot.
I'm posting this right before heading into work. Thank you to @a-smol-storm-gt-nomfs-blog for beta reading this for me and I hope you like you're predsuma Pop! I shall be in contact in regards to the promised art with my quiry. Thank you. <3
Xisuma pulled his mask off his face, taking a deep breath of the air. The burn of oxygen made his lungs scream but at least it was enough to wake him. He was used to the occasional change in the air regardless of how it felt since he’d experienced the same reaction since childhood. The life of a void walker wasn’t supposed to leave the void since they were considered a part of it making their lungs unable to withstand oxygen for long periods. He still liked the sting sometimes, often removing it for the sake of that burn, just like now.
He was sitting in his home, a building waiting to be continued but his body was completely exhausted. Suma had been up for a while, having spent the last twelve hours patching up the code error Doc had caused with his latest world eater. He was frustrated by it but at least the creeper hybrid had thought to tell him this time before one of the hermits ended up in a death loop he couldn't stop again. Tango had been so exhausted last time, having spent a solid two hours falling into the void nonstop, but at least he’d not have any permanent issues other than being light-headed for a few hours afterward.
The admin wasn’t in the mood for this to happen again but he’d fixed enough of it so that no one in the server might get pulled into a death loop. He slid his mask back up, latching the thing as it sucked the trapped oxygen out leaving him with a mix of hydrogen and helium instead. His lungs relaxed at the sensation, his breathing gentle and easy now that the harsh compound was gone.
The void walker knew he needed to take a break but he needed to make sure the code issue was completely solved. He also knew that it wouldn’t be long before someone showed up to make sure he didn’t pass out at his desk again. He sighed for a moment, rubbing his neck as his eyes drifted over to the counter and a familiar voice hit his ears. “Hey Sumashuma!”
X couldn’t help a small smile at the sight of the familiar angel hybrid, his eyes took in his small form made to be the angel on your shoulder and similarly mirrored by Impulse, a demon hybrid of the same stature. He had to admit it was ironic that the two tinies were best friends considering they were supposed to be opposites. Despite this, there were times when it felt like the two changed positions with Skizz’s tendency to follow Grian and Impulse’s unwavering kindness in most moments. However, those were just common behaviors his Hermits seemed to have.
“What are you doing here, Skizz?” The man asked calmly. He didn’t want to seem as bothered since, no matter how much his hermits got on his nerves, he always appreciated their presence regardless of the time. He watched as Skizz stepped forward, not hesitating to get close to the edge as he spoke.
“Well, a little birdy told me you’ve been working some code for a while!” The man said eagerly. Suma got to his feet, heading over to the kitchen counter to scoop the angel up. He chuckled a bit before lifting him as he continued. “And by a little birdy, I mean a big bird.” He added with a laugh.
“Grian isn’t gonna be too happy if he hears you call him that.” The admin admitted with a fondness in his voice, happy his players can be so confident in their jokes. He was happy to just talk with Skizz for a while, but a yawn was quick to interrupt their current discussion.
He recognized the sparkle in his eyes, sighing since he knew that this was gonna have the same outcome most people did when the angel saw an opportunity to be hidden in their stomachs. Suma let Skizz bounce, the tiny man happily speaking up. “Uppies!” He said eagerly. The admin sighed, knowing a smile was under his mask as he didn’t hesitate to unlatch the lower jaw again. He pulled it down, allowing oxygen to burn his lungs again. He could technically breathe the other’s air, it just caused a lot of strain on his system. He lifted his hands to his face, lips parting as he opened his mouth. The muscles inside looked inhuman, matching the void with how his tongue looked a nice deep blue before fading into a black with stars.
Xisuma’s weird insides were the main reason he liked to avoid swallowing his hermits if he could help it, but he also recognized that they didn’t even seem bothered by it. As he slipped him onto his tongue, he melted into the warm weight that settled rather quickly. He could fit him in his mouth without anything sticking out but it was overfull. He could feel the small squirms that the man gave, a hand eagerly patting his tongue as he carefully began to lick. The soft movements made his stomach growl, desperate to fill the neglected organ with a squirmy snack.
He closed his eyes as Skizz’s flavor spread over his taste buds, the angel seeming to taste like lemonade and he honestly enjoyed it. He took a few moments, drooling a bit as he took another burning breath before he swallowed. Xisuma felt as the tiny slid off his tongue and into his esophagus, a second gulp being enough to send him down completely. The void walker sighed as he traced Skizz’s path, following him down to his chest before he locked his mask back in place. His weight settling in his abdomen was nice, plus the fact it was one of his hermits tucked away and safely made it better.
He let the angel get comfortable, settling himself on the couch nearby as the squirming in his belly slowed.
