A continuation of this post because I don't have a life
- Remus's insides didn't used to glow, but the first time he ate Virgil the darkness of it all seriously freaked him out. Not wanting to give up his snack, but also not wanting Virgil to be panicking the whole time, he changed it so that his whole digestive tract was glowing. After that, he never really changed it back.
- Unsurprisingly, Remus started the whole thing, and was the first person to ever eat the others. Well, all of them but Logan anyway. The first person to eat Logan was Janus, because Logan requested to science his guts and figure out exactly how snakelike he is.
- The first person to eat Remus was Roman, and it was solely out of spite for Remus eating him and messing up a perfectly good hair day.
- Remus and Virgil both have claustrophobia. The less Virgil trusts the pred, the more uncomfortable he is. Remus, however, can be completely fine with it somedays and have a breakdown other days. The others have taken to asking beforehand.
- If someone is being particularly annoying, Janus eats them. No holds barred.
- Virgil is a very scrawny boy, and when any of the others are a tiny size they're comfortable with, they always make a decently noticable bump. He's very embarrassed about it, and absolutely hides in his hoodie to avoid getting any questions or looks.
This one's shorter but hey, it's been a while since I posted so yeet
Patton gets trapped in a snowstorm while finding a new place to live, but a certain human couldn’t stand to see him die.
Ship: Pred!Virgil x Prey!Patton
Word Count: 2.1k
tw: detailed vore, unwilling prey, mentions of death, mentions of chewing
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“No, no, no…” Patton muttered as the snowstorm howled.
Not in a million years did Patton think he’d get caught in a snowstorm. He thought of himself as a smart borrower and always made sure to get home as soon as he borrowed what he needed, but now he had no home to go to now… Once the owners of the last home he lived in found out about his presence, they started placing mice traps and locking all their food. He wasn’t safe and had to move, as much as he didn’t want to. Finding another home as a borrower was a nightmare and just living outside guaranteed he’d be mauled to death by some stray cat or racoon. But now it seemed like there was no hope in finding a new home as he was now stuck in a forest. The snow made it terribly hard to see anything. His hands turned an icy blue and his feet felt numb trying to walk through the thick snow. Finally, a gush of wind made him collapse near a tree.
Patton was too tired to get up from where he laid. The big snowflakes started to pour down on him, covering his tiny frail body more and more. Tears ran down his face and into the snowy floor as he laid there, helpless. His limbs became numb and it was hard to move out of the snow pile that got bigger every minute. Time seemed to slow as his mind went fuzzy. His heart started to slow, now becoming too tired to even cry, the tears from before freezing on his face. He knew he was going to die, so he watched as the snowflakes fall to the ground, trying to enjoy the little time he had left, until the ground suddenly rumbled.
Patton knew what was coming, and so desperately wanted to get away. He didn’t want to die by a human’s hand. At least nature seemed more forgiving to him than any human ever would be. A human would only torture him over and over again until they got bored of his existence or they’d lock him in a cage as some kind of pet. With all his might, he tried to push himself away from the terrifying human who was looking at him. His sniffles were drowned out by the roaring wind that froze his limbs. The ground rumbled all around him as the human finally got down on their knees, staring into his soul. Their eyes seemed locked right on him as he closed his eyes, bracing himself for the absolute worst.
“You’re gonna be okay, I promise…”
Patton opened his eyes, shocked at how softly they spoke. Their eyes beamed with concern as he watched in horror their hands go right to him. Quickly, he balled up, wanting this nightmare to end. His world went dark and became just a bit warmer. He opened his eyes again, confusion and shock pulsing through his body. The human hadn’t killed him. Instead, they simply cupped them in their hands. He was glad to finally start to warm up a bit again, but he knew better than to trust the human, even if it seemed they were trying to help. Now that his limbs were starting to warm up, he tried to pry open their fingers.
“Don’t hurt me, ple- please…” Patton said, his voice hoarse from not speaking for a while.
A rush of wind hit Patton’s face, and he looked down in horror, seeing the human was now standing up. He bolted back inside, wanting more warmth. He was surprised just how gentle they were being especially if they stood up without him noticing. Maybe his mind was still too fuzzy to really notice their movements. He snuggled into their palms, just wanting more warmth. It wasn’t like he could stop them from whatever horrible thing they were planning to do with him. A few moments of silence passed until they spoke.
“I know this looks bad but- but I promise you’ll- you’ll be fine…”
Suddenly, Patton felt the gigantic hands move and be lifted into an even darker and warmer place. He didn’t know where he was at first, but, finally, his heart sank.
“Please don’t eat me! Please!” Patton begged as he tried to hold onto one of their fingers, but it was no use as he was gently pushed into their warm mouth. His heart raced as he felt the tongue beneath him move him in even more, tears trailing down his face again. The mouth suddenly closed, his hand brushing onto one of their teeth. Quickly, he balled himself up, hoping the human would at least make this a quick death. He waited for their teeth to crack his head open or tear off a limb, but nothing happened. A warm breath flowed over his tiny body as he curled up on their tongue, still bawling his eyes out. He didn’t dare open his eyes, scared to see their sharp menacing teeth and the gullet he’d soon be going down.
Patton shuddered and cringed as the tongue started to lick every nook and cranny of his frail, tiny body. He yelped as he was pressed up against the roof of their mouth. He choked as he wept harder. His body couldn’t stop shaking as he waited for his death, knowing it would be slow and painful. Finally, the tongue dropped, no longer feeling the pressure of the slimy muscle. There was stillness after, as if the human just froze and became a statue. He dared open his eyes, the first thing in his vision was their teeth. Looking down, he saw the slimy pink tongue he laid on.
Suddenly, Patton started to slide down to their massive throat. He quickly tried to hold onto the tongue, but now he was much too tired from the cold he was once in and from crying an entire storm’s worth of tears. His legs were quickly swallowed down as he made one more weak attempt to hold onto the tongue. After a while, the human had stopped swallowing him, a small hope building inside him. Did they change their mind? Would they let him out? Soon, a thought came to him. Even if they did release him, he’d die from the bitter cold. He would die either way… Slowly, he let go of their tongue, absolutely exhausted. He laid his head down on the tongue, his eyes growing heavy. Finally, he felt them swallow him again, now fully entering their throat.
Patton’s world was fuzzy again as he felt the flesh push him down. It was almost soothing if it weren’t for the fact that he’d be buried in his grave soon. The throat massaged at his body, and the warmth was somewhat relaxing, much better than being frozen. He could hear the human’s heartbeat and their slow breathing. As much as he wanted out, he knew anything he’d try would just be pushed back down by their throat. He continued to listen to their breathing, trying to distract himself from his death below. Finally, he felt his legs enter into an open space, and soon his entire body fell into their stomach.
Patton simply laid down on the floor of the human’s stomach, until he suddenly remembered something. Quickly, he checked the tiny bag he had at his side and found the dagger he made. It was one of his best handy works he was somehow able to make. He found a thumb tack and hacked away at it with the smallest and strongest stone he could find. Picking it up, he looked over at the stomach walls, then back at his makeshift dagger. He stood up, pressing a hand into the stomach walls, cringing as he felt the sticky mucus collect on his hand. He walked, feeling his way around until he felt an unusual dip in the walls. The same strange type of dip continued to repeat until he realized… This human… This human ate other borrowers… The dips in the walls must’ve been scars left from another borrower who also had something sharp, something that’d hurt the human.
Then Patton finally realized what he was about to do. He would have to hurt someone if he wanted to live. Slowly, he looked back down at his dagger, exhausted, but he still wanted freedom. There was a very small chance, but it was still a chance at escaping this mess. He touched the walls again, feeling the scar. As steady as he could he took his dagger, ready to strike at the wall, but a voice in him screamed at him to stop. Nothing about this felt right, even if this were a human he’d hurt, a human that wanted him dead. An exhausted look spread across his face, trying to sort the thoughts that screamed in his head. He shuddered. He didn’t want to hurt anyone, not even this human. Slowly, he opened his bag again, and placed the dagger inside.
Patton laid back down on the floor, the warmth that surrounded him lulling him to sleep. At least he should sleep while he dies. He didn’t want to feel any pain and hoped death would at least come in his sleep. Slowly, his eyes closed, finally getting an eternal rest from his long-attempted journey to finding a new home. Or so he thought…
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After around an hour later, Patton woke up, his eyes slowly opening. He gasped, remembering where he was, but… he wasn’t dead? His eyes widened, absolutely confused at the fact that he was still somehow alive. Suddenly, he felt the walls press against him in a circular motion, realizing the human must be trying to rub him.
“Are you awake?” the human said, the voice echoing all around Patton.
“I- I’m awake!” he yelled, hoping the human heard him, “Let me- me out, please?”
Patton gasped as the stomach suddenly closed in on him. He closed his eyes as he felt himself being pushed up into the human’s throat, into their mouth, and finally outside onto their hands. He shivered, now cold due to being inside their stomach for so long. The room was dimly lit with just a fireplace to light the room. He looked out one of the windows, seeing it was already night.
“Take this,” the human whispered as he handed Patton a warm wet rag, “Sorry about getting you dirty.”
Patton quickly wiped off as much saliva as possible, happy to get himself at least somewhat clean, though, he was still cautious not to let his guard down in front of this human.
“My name’s Virgil, by the way. Yours?”
He blinked, stunned that the hu-… Virgil would ask such a question, especially to him. He was a borrower after all, a pet at best and a pest at worst.
“Pat- Patton…” he said, scared to death what they would do if he didn’t answer their questions.
“Are you feeling okay? Need anything?”
Patton blinked, again surprised at how kind they were being. A part of him wanted to trust Virgil while another said to run away. Quickly, he nodded no, curling in on himself. His heart raced and it felt as if a darkness was trying to choke him to death.
“You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to,” Virgil started, “but I can tell you’re bothered by something…”
Patton curled up even more. He desperately needed a new home and Virgil seemed nice enough to… save him. He blinked at the realization. Virgil had saved him. He must’ve been so scared and tired to comprehend what was happening that he didn’t think about that. Now that he thought about it, not a single drop of stomach acid was in their stomach. Maybe he could trust Virgil…
“I was looking for a new home when- when the owners of the old home found me and star- started putting mouse traps and locking all the food…” He hid his face in his knees, scared that Virgil would just crush him.
“Well, you can stay here if you want. I wouldn’t mind.”
“Really?”
Virgil simply nodded.
“Thank you…” Patton said, starting to cry.
Virgil smiled, gently trying to wipe his tears as they laid down on the couch they were sitting on. Slowly, they laid Patton on his chest. He quickly snuggled into it, listening to their heartbeat as they grabbed a blanket, covering both of them.
“Let’s sleep…” Virgil yawned.
Patton nodded as his eyes soon closed, happy to have found a home.
Deceit gets to chase down his prey. Everyone involved has a good time. (Not part of my meals fics, a gift for @nommy-thoughts for those beautiful pictures I still cry over)
Contains: Soft, safe, oral vore. Fearplay. Size shifting hijinks. Sympathetic!Deceit and Remus. Pred!Deceit. Prey! Patton and Remus
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Deceit was reading on the couch, enjoying the rare quiet. The other sides were in the Imagination, doing something. Deceit didn't care so he didn't ask. It was an all arms out kind of day.
The blissful quiet was broken by the creaking of a stair. Deceit lifted the book to see Patton shuffle over.
"Patton? I thought you were with the other sides?"
"No. I stayed." He crawled onto the couch and snuggled into Deceit's lap, burying his face into his stomach.
Deceit let two arms encircle Morality and squeeze him close while two more set the book aside. "Is everything alright?"
"Yeah. Just kinda tired, I was napping." He looked up at Deceit and his eyes were shining, the sleepy haze gone. "Let's play a game!"
"What kind of game?" He stuck a bookmark in the book.
"Could you chase me?"
Deceit paused, glancing down at Patton. "What? Chase you?"
"Mhm." He snuggled back into his middle, shifting sizes to be smaller. "Like a kid. I want to run around, and I can't do that when the others are around."
"Okay. Do you want a monster chasing you?" He stuck his tongue out, it was thin and forked.
"Maybe a soft monster." Patton hopped up. He was the size of a little kid, about six or so, but he looked the same.
Deceit put his extra set of arms away and crouched down to be eye level with Patton. "I'll let you get a head start."
Patton hugged him around his neck tightly. "Thank you, Deceit!" He took off at a sprint, giggling.
Deceit stood, brushed off his clothes, and then gave chase.
Patton was rushing around, surprisingly fast. Deceit was softly laughing as he chased the smaller than usual side.
Patton, however, was giggling like no tomorrow.
They ran around until eventually Deceit managed to scoop Patton up in his arms. "Gotcha!" Deceit had caught him at the bottom of the stairs.
"N-no!" Patton squealed and tried to squirm away. "No, the monster got me!" 'He devolved into giggles.
"And he's going to gobble you up." Deceit softly hissed. "You'll be in my belly." He squeezed Patton close, nuzzling his hair and trying to catch his breath.
"No!" Patton squirmed playfully, and it made Deceit hungry. "Don't eat me!"
Deceit grew a little to make it easier on himself and then started to ease Patton into his mouth.
Patton squirmed a little, but also tried to help himself wiggle into Deceit's throat. He didn't mind being in his belly, it was soft and warm, though he was a little too big to go down easy, so he shrunk a little more.
Deceit eased Patton in, trying to lick at him to make it easier, and after a very tight squeeze, the little side spilled into his gut.
A sigh left the enlarged side and a second set of arms cradled his bloated stomach. Patton had shifted back to little kid size and so he had to adjust his clothing to accommodate his belly.
"Comfortable in there?" Deceit wandered towards the living room again, intent on continuing his book.
"Uh huh." Patton stretched a little and Deceit could see a bulge where Patton pushed against his stomach. "It's so soft."
"Thank goodness I'm part snake. You were quite the mouthful." Deceit softly patted his stomach.
"Oh." Patton pulled his hands back. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"I'm fine, Patton, I swear." He softly rubbed his stomach and settled on the couch again, all six hands just softly rubbing his stomach in one way or another. "Even so, we'd be okay."
"I don't want to hurt you."
"Just rest, Patton." Deceit finally picked the book back up. "I'll protect you."
Patton squirmed a little into Deceit's belly. He softly patted his gut. Patton was asleep in less than a minute.
He had just made it to the bottom of the page when somebody jumped onto his back. Deceit shoved a bookmark into the book and then glared over his shoulder.
Remus was clinging to his back. "You got bigger. Are you hungry?"
Deceit sighed and pulled him over the back of his couch and sat him on the couch beside him. "My stomach is occupied."
"I don't mind. Who's in there?" He hugged Deceit's bulging stomach.
"Patton, and he is asleep."
"Oh." Remus whispered. "Why?"
"He wanted me to chase him around, and then I swallowed him."
"Hm...... Could you chase me around like a horror movie monster?" He clambered into Deceit's lap and looked up at him with big pleading eyes. "Please?"
Deceit sighed. "You'll need to be quiet. I'm not waking up Patton just so you can practice your screaming."
"Okay... I'll be a guy in a horror movie then. No high pitched screams, I promise. Just make it scary!"
Deceit sighed and flicked out the house lights with a wave of a hand. "Run."
Remus scrambled out of the room.
Deceit chuckled and stood, two hands still supporting his belly. "Come Patton." He shifted to a large, monstrous body. "We're going on a hunt."
Tired squirming happened as Patton rolled over and snuggled into his belly and Deceit clutched his heart, momentarily weak. "You're the most precious thing."
Deceit shook his head, focusing himself, and shifted into hunting mode, doing his best to keep Patton comfortable and asleep while he would stalk Remus.
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Remus was under the kitchen table. He knew Deceit lived for fearplay, and Remus himself loved fearplay from both ends of the chase.
He stifled his breathing with his hands as he heard footsteps approaching.
Deceit was large, and his body was much more monstrous than usual. It made wonderful chills go down his spine as he curled in on himself, heart racing.
"Remussss." Deceit's voice was low, and it rasped like a ghost. Chills went down his spine again at hearing his name called by a monster. "Remussss."
His slow, circling stalk paused, and he saw the knees shift for Deceit to bend down with a weight in his belly.
Remus vanished to the door frame between the kitchen and the hallway. He finally saw a glimpse of Deceit's whole body and it terrified him.
The legs were just long enough to not accidentally human, and one was rotated just too far in the socket. A set of hands cradled the swollen belly not unlike a pregnant lady, but Remus knew sweet Patton's body was pushing his belly out like that. Four arms, each slightly too long clutched the table and his head was tilted like his neck was broken. One eye pierced the dark with a yellow reflection, and it was settled right on Remus.
Deceit hissed quietly, fangs flashing, and Remus sprinted off, just staring long enough to see Deceit nearly glide over the table. Remus didn't dare look behind him as the monster Deceit transformed into chased him, unable to say or do anything beside run.
The chase was good, Remus managed to stay ahead, but the coffee table tripped him up when he went to vault over the couch, slamming face first into the seat.
Hands grabbed Remus by the back of his clothes and lifted him into the air. He shivered as Deceit slowly licked his lips.
Remus whimpered quietly as he opened. Deceit had huge fangs, and Remus shuddered, loving every second of it.
"Don't fussssss." Deceit hissed and started to ease Remus in feet first. He squirmed around and quietly protested.
Deceit was gulping quickly, pushing the side into his stomach, and after a minute of protesting against the tight throat, Remus was curled up in Deceit's belly with Patton.
The little guy squirmed as Remus settled around him, breathless and heart pounding.
"Hn." Patton grunted in Remus' arms. "Leggo."
"Heya pops."
Patton sat up, growing to his full size quickly. Remus wheezed from the weight and Deceit shifted larger to accommodate the bed weight in his belly.
"Remus?! How'd you get in here!"
"I also ate him." Deceit drummed his fingers against his round belly. "You slept through it."
"Oh." Patton shrunk back down, and Deceit followed now that the strain wasn't painful. "You want to snuggle?"
Remus nodded and hugged Patton tightly.
Deceit settled down, four hands tending to his stomach while the other two picked up his book again. Remus was holding Patton, and, even though Remus had been terrified minutes ago, the two eventually drifted off to sleep.
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Bonus:
Virgil blinked and rubbed his eyes to ensure he saw what he thought he was seeing.
Yup. That was Deceit, propped up in his comfy chair, asleep, book on his lap, the rest of his hands cradling a swollen belly. A simple touch told him Patton and Remus were inside.
The anxious side shook his head and went to his bedroom, the retrieved water bottle in his hoodie pocket.
One night, Janus is awoken to the sound of crying, and he knew he just needed to help.
Ship: Pred!Janus x Prey!Patton
Word Count: 2.1k
tw: detailed vore
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A small cry echoed through the mindscape, making Janus wake up. He retired to his room with the other sides just like every night, the dark sides going to their part of the house while the light sides went to theirs. They had dinner together as usual, and everyone seemed busy with their own things to do, though he did pick up on a strange energy. It almost sounded like a cry for help, but it seemed so small that he thought it would simply pass. Plus, the amount of energy everyone had during dinner time made it hard for him to pick up on such things. Logan was doing an experiment nearby with Remus, Roman and Virgil were watching Disney movies nonstop, and Patton was of course cooking for the rest of them. He wanted to help though Patton was adamant they could cook by themself. Of course, he wasn’t one to intrude much, so he simply left them to cook.
Another wale echoed through Janus’ dark room, now louder than before. Something about the energy he picked up made his heart sink. It made him want to curl up and cry too. The energy was just depressing all around and stung at his chest. He tried to listen in more, trying to see if he could pick out who was crying. As he listened, his mind wandered. If one of the sides completely broke, the rest could collapse, and he couldn’t let that happen to Thomas. He didn’t even want to imagine what the mindscape would look like if they all broke. Certainly, he knew it wasn’t anything good.
Their cries were soft, so Janus knew it was one of the light sides crying, but once he finally recognized the voice, his eyes widened, and his heart sank. He knocked his head with the palm of his hand. It was now so obvious who he picked up the energy from when he was eating dinner with all the sides. Though, he shook his head. It wasn’t the time to berate himself for not talking with Patton earlier. He yawned as he got up from his bed and went over to the light sides’ part of the mindscape. As he walked, the wales grew louder and louder, and he could pick up on Patton’s energy more. Their energy weighed him down, making him move more sluggish. Once he was at their room, he gently knocked on the door. He took a deep breath in before he spoke.
“Patton, are you alright?”
There was no response and the crying started softening.
“May I come in?” Janus knocked on the door once more, it opening by itself. He blinked as it cracked open, surprised, but when he peeked into the room, he almost didn’t see the tiny crying Patton laying on their bed that was now much too big for them. With a slow step, he walked into the room and closed the door behind him. He looked over to Patton with concern in his eyes as he walked over to the bed and crouched down, so he wouldn’t intimidate the tiny side who seemed to be now a mere two inches tall. A frown formed on his face as they cried in front of him. Instinct told him to hold them on the spot and coddle them with all his love, but he didn’t want to frighten them anymore than he already did. He turned away, making sure they didn’t feel stared down at, and he covered the snake half of his face with his hat the best he could. There he sat as he waited for them to say something. It felt like an eternity in the silence until they spoke.
“I’m sorry…” Patton’s voice was so weak and soft that Janus almost didn’t hear it.
“What are you sorry for?” He tried to hide his sarcastic tone as much as he could.
“I’m… sorry you saw me like this. I- I just feel like- like…”
“… a mess?”
A silence filled the room, as Janus waited for a reply. He was now sitting down on the floor as he looked at the ground.
“Could you face me, please?”
Janus turned to face Patton as he kept covering the snake half of his face.
“You don’t have to hide your- your face for me…” Patton’s voice was wobbly as some tears still ran down his face.
“Are you sure?”
Patton gave Janus a nod, and with some hesitance, he placed his bowler hat on the ground, revealing his scales and yellow eye. He looked over to them, tiny tears dripping off their face and on to their bed. His heart was dying to just hold them and tell them it’s going to be okay. It was a hard thing to believe, but he knew it was true even if it sounded like a fat lie. All of a sudden, their tiny eyes widened, filling with even more tears as they reached up to him. With a gentle hand, he scooped them up, cupping their tiny form into their hands as they started to sob again. He sat on their bed as he held them to his chest. In an instant, they cried into him and he petted them with one finger hoping to sooth them. After a good few minutes, Patton spoke.
“I know I have to take care of everyone, but… I- I just… I feel so exhausted sometimes… And then I feel terrible when I can’t- can’t…”
“It’s okay…” Janus started, “It’s okay to take breaks when you don’t feel well and it’s okay if you feel tired.”
“I know… but whenever I relax, I just feel so guilty…”
At that, Janus’ heart grew so heavy it felt like it’d fall out his chest at any second. He tried to muster out some words, but for once, he had none. Instead, he hugged Patton closer, but still being careful with their fragile form. They both stayed silent, enjoying each other’s company. He wished he could do more to comfort them, but he didn’t want to push any boundaries. Suddenly, Patton spoke.
“Could you vore me… please?”
Janus sat there stunned at Patton’s words. Never in his life did he ever think someone like them would ever consider doing such a thing. He knew it was a common thing for all the sides to do, but he never once saw them ever try it. It was a bit of a taboo thing everyone did, but he never expected them to ever want something like this, let alone him of all people do this for them.
“You’re sure about it?” Janus asked.
“I’m sure… I just really need to snuggle with someone right now…”
Janus hummed and nodded as he brought them up to their mouth. He saw them gasp, now so close to his lips.
“Whenever you’re ready…”
There was a silence between them, Patton looking down at Janus’ palm as he sat there. Soon, their tiny hands went to the face and they shook as tears dripped down.
“I’m sorry! I-”
“Shhh, it’s okay,” Janus started, “I… I want you to know that you are loved… Sometimes it might not seem like it, but I promise, we care, I care about you. I love you, Patton… Please remember that…”
Janus waited in silence, his mind racing whether he did the right thing or not.
“I love you, too, Janus…” Patton said as they planted a small kiss on Janus’ lips.
Janus soon went beady eyed, in complete shock at the small side. His heart raced as he tried to comprehend what just happened. He heard Patton chuckle, confused why they would until he touched his face with his free hand. His face was burning up from the sheer amount of emotions that flooded through him.
“I’m ready…” Patton said as they rubbed at his lips that were so big in comparison to their entire body. Janus’ face burned even more as he soon opened his mouth wide for them and laid his tongue over his teeth, so they could climb in. A small hand pressed on his tongue for a moment until they finally climbed in all the way, and, as gentle as possible, he closed his mouth.
Janus hummed at Patton’s flavor, rolling their tiny body around all over his mouth. A rich chocolate chip cookie flavor coated all over his mouth, making him salivate a bit. He pressed them up against the roof of his mouth, hearing them hum. He pinned them there, making sure to lick every nook and cranny of their body. Goodness, they tasted heavenly. It rivaled the cookies they’d make for all the sides, he’d even say they tasted better. His eyes widened as they soon hugged his tongue, kissing and rubbing the slimy flesh. Another loud hum came out from him as he felt their tiny kisses on his tongue. Soon, he licked them one last time as he now tilted his head, and, with one strong gulp, they went down his throat.
A small lump formed in Janus’ neck and he pressed at it, feeling Patton squirm down a bit. He hummed at the lovely sensation in his throat, following the lump until it fully disappeared down his chest. To be honest, it felt weird feeling them squirm down his throat, but it was most likely because it was his first time voring Patton and he was a bit flustered at the beginning. He was amazed how clear their movements were, and he could pinpoint exactly where they were in his body. His heart raced at the feeling, fingers tracing down his chest, following Patton in his mind. He wondered what it felt like for them, being squished down deeper and deeper into his core. Soon, they plopped into his stomach and he hummed now at them weighing him down.
“Are you good in there? Need anything?” Janus asked.
“No, I’m good! It’s so comfy in here!” Patton’s voice was a bit muffled, but he could overall hear them fine.
Janus hummed at the weird sensation he now felt in his stomach. With a gentle hand, he pressed to where Patton was, making him hum and melt into their tiny touch. Their tiny hands rubbed his stomach walls in a circular motion, making him lie down and curl up, desperately wanting their loving touch. He hummed as he saw the tiny dent their hands made from the outside. A thought soon came to him as he slowly laid on his back.
“Hey, Patton?”
“Yeah, kiddo?”
There was a bit of hesitation before Janus spoke. “Could I- uh… massage my stomach? If you don’t mind, of course.”
“Go ahead!”
Janus looked down at his stomach, feeling Patton start to settle down. Soon, he pressed down on his stomach until he saw the small silhouette of them. Awe shot through him as he looked at it, showing their tiny form. With a careful hand, he started to massage the little form, humming as he felt them get pushed into his stomach walls. In an instant, he melted, pure bliss pulsing all through him as he massaged their little form. Soon, their tiny hands started rubbing again, making him hum even louder. He heard them laugh in delight as he pressed them in more. His heart raced, loving every single rub Patton gave him, and he made sure to massage them back in return. Something about voring Patton felt so nice, something he hadn’t gotten from any other side. He wasn’t actually sure what it was, but he knew it was amazing.
After a couple of minutes, Janus stopped as he yawned. He soon pulled a blanket over his body, thinking about how precious it was to have Patton in his stomach. Of course, they could always teleport out if they wanted to, but the fact that they let him hold their life in his hands and let him protect them from the outside made him smile. He curled up, about to say something until he felt a peck at his stomach walls, his face going hot. His mind raced at that fact that they kissed his walls. Patton had kissed his stomach walls.
“Good night, I love you…”
“I love you, too…”
Janus yawned once more, and he closed his eyes, falling asleep in bliss with Patton.
- Deceit eats people to silence them instead of making them cover their mouths. In that same vein, if you eat Deceit you can only lie.
- If Virgil gets some serious flight vibes, he'll find the nearest person he trusts and ask to be eaten so he can get the heck out of there.
- Remus stress eats. Specifically, he stress eats the others.
- Patton does too, but he's a lot more polite about it. In other words, he actually asks and doesn't try to gnaw on the Side he's eating.
- If Remus gets an unusually upsetting intrusive thought about one of the others, he'll hunt them down and eat them so he knows they're safe.
- Virgil's not a huge fan of eating the others, he's terrified of something happening to them and it being his fault, but if someone's uncomfortable in a situation and they ask, he'll gladly do it for them.
- Remus really likes the way the others taste. ...A lot. He'll randomly come up and lick them, to the point where some of them aren't surprised anymore. Sometimes that's all it is, other times not so much.
- Logan, shockingly enough, actually very much enjoys fearplay. When he's the prey it doesn't really affect him, but when he's the pred expect lots of subtle threats and sudden grabbing. He's always careful to make sure the other knows this beforehand, however, and he's very aware of when he needs to dial it back.
- Deceit is cold-blooded, and while he would never admit it, nothing helps more when he's cold than being curled up in a nice warm tum. Eating others can also help with this, and he much prefers that. He likes the control. And he's protective af but shhh-
- Patton is the god of after care. He's always very very gentle getting them out, and has a way to get them clean on hand, and lots of blankets because it's always colder outside, and he's just very good.
- Remus is a squirmy jerk. He'll push all his limbs into the walls, wiggle the whole way down, and just generally cause a ruckus until he eventually tires himself out and settles down.
- Deceit personally loves this. He enjoys the squirming, and once Remus tuckers himself out, it means he actually gets a few moments of calm.
- Roman loves "saving" the other Sides from perfectly normal situations and tucking them away all safe and sound. Mostly he does this because he's lonely.
Yeah, that's all I've got for now
If this turns out to be something y'all like then I'll probably end up making more
Roman gets to have his turn as pred without annoying brothers messing it up for him.
Mostly.
Contains: Safe vore, soft vore, oral vore, gt, foodplay, romantic themes, Remus is a bastard sometimes, Patton in a dress
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'Black Void' restaurant was back in business with another fancy diner visiting; this time the suave predator was a prince, enamored by the theatrics of it all.
But like most theaters, while the stage (the dining room in this analogy) was calm, the backstage (Kitchen) was controlled chaos. Even though Remus was not involved with the meal, he was still in the kitchen, trying to 'help' the other sides get ready. Despite the constant teasing of his twin, Remus wanted the date to go well.
Mostly.
Though most of Remus' "help" mostly was just trying to convince the other sides to strip. Just a bit. For Roman.
No other reason.
"Maybe you can roll up those sleeves a bit, hm?" Remus was mostly working on Deceit. "Expose your arms? You have a wonderful taste, use it."
Deceit slowly tugged the sleeves of his yellow button down up. He cuffed it to the elbow just to make Remus be quiet. Remus unbuttoned the top button on his shirt before finally leaving him alone.
Patton, who had his course prepared and waiting in the fridge, he just needed to get settled in it, came in wearing a cute sky blue sundress. "Do I look good?" He swished the skirt a little.
"Honey, you look like a thousand dollar treat." Remus purred.
The moral side blushed at the compliment and went to go help someone else with their part of the meal.
Remus honed in on Logan, who was crunching numbers and possibilities in a book. He was absently chewing on a pen as he made notes, his suit making him the side wearing the most clothes at the moment.
"Do you really need the jacket?" Remus teasingly pulled it down.
"It was part of the outfit." Logan pulled it back up.
"But you look so good in the vest, and all that cloth is going to be a pain to get down. Think of poor Roman. Besides your dish is the messiest."
Logan glanced around.
Virgil's deep purple button up was slightly unbuttoned from the top, and he was checking his bangs. His tie was forgotten. Deceit had forgone most of his suit, top button undone, sleeves rolled up, and had he polished his scales? Patton's dress had just shoulder straps, not sleeves, and the skirt stopped mid calf and was flowy. Nobody else was wearing shoes. Patton was barefoot, showing his painted toes.
Logan slowly removed his jacket and shoes. Remus went to undo his tie, but Logan stopped that. "Leave the tie."
Remus shrugged and left it, glancing over Logan. Black button down, deep blue tie, dark grey vest. He looked good.
"May I just tastefully muss your hair?"
"You may."
He made Logan's hair not seem so flat, and then he grinned widely. It was the most clothes he could get them to remove, so his work here was done.
"You all look delicious, but I'm going to take advantage of the empty house. Snoop around people's drawer of secrets, eat the fridge, I'm enjoying tonight. Bye y'all."
A few mumbled goodbyes.
Everything was ready. The courses were set out, and the sides prepared themselves for a night in Roman's belly.
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Roman was a little excited as he went into the restaurant, being seated at a table by a nameless waiter. He wanted tonight to go well.
It wasn't often he was able to fill his belly with his friends without something getting in the way. This night was different. Thomas called it early tonight, and Remus had been persuaded with a few meals in to-go boxes to buzz off and not annoy anyone for at least tonight. Perfect for the sides to get time to themselves.
Roman entertained the dinner plan for a few long minutes before ordering a drink and waiting for the first course.
To his eternal surprise, Virgil was the first out of the kitchen. Virgil looked up at Roman in his white and red suit shyly, atop a bed of roasted asparagus.
"Well, don't you look delicious?" Roman teasingly poked Virgil in the chest. "Brave little morsel to be the first one out of the kitchen."
"Might as well get it over with, right?" Virgil rubbed the back of his neck, then scooted back when Roman started to eat. He couldn't stop staring at Roman and sighing lovingly. He really was the handsome one, even though all of them had the same face.
"Virgil?"
"Hm?" He blinked softly.
"Do I have something on my face, or are you just captivated by my lovely features?"
Virgil softly smiled and looked away. "It's definitely that well done makeup."
Roman chuckled and gently picked Virgil up under his arms with his fingers. "Ready to go down, you delicious little tease?"
"Yeah." He took a deep breath, red in the face, and then, as Roman was easing him feet first in, planted a kiss on his cheek.
The look on his face was priceless for the second before Virgil was shoved in and swallowed.
Settled in Roman's stomach, Virgil was still laughing quietly to himself. Roman had finally been flustered by the anxious side, and Virgil was surprisingly enjoying it.
"That was not fair." Roman placed a hand on his stomach and slightly pushed in to.locate Virgil tucked inside. "And you know it."
"Yes, but that was the funniest thing I have ever seen." Virgil gently patted the wall next to him as he settled, turning his shirt into his comfy hoodie and snuggling deep into it.
Roman managed to compose himself as the appetizer was taken away and replaced with Deceit in his salad course.
It was a nice salad, spring greens, bit of romaine lettuce, craisins, and a few slices of mandarin oranges with a honey based dressing.
"You look ravishing." Roman did notice the lack of layers, and smiled softly. "Do my eyes deceive me or are you not wearing a thousand layers?"
"Yes, I figured I can still look good while a little dressed down." He stretched a leg out as he leaned against the edge of the bowl.
Roman carefully nudged Deceit's leg away as he started to eat. He'd been ignored within his salad when Deceit had his turn to eat him, so he felt like he should return the favor.
He'd eaten around Deceit until he just scooped the deceptive side up on his fork. "You do look lovely." Roman smiled softly at the miniature side. "Absolutely scrumptious."
"You flatter me, Roman." He crossed his legs at the ankles. "Now, please, indulge me."
Roman opened his mouth and carefully placed Deceit inside. He allowed the shrunken side to settle against his tongue for a moment before taking great care to clean him off, pressing his little body against his palate and licking. Deceit laid still for several moments before starting to protest the intrusion of his personal space.
"Roman." He softly whined, and Roman could just perfectly picture Deceit's pouting little face pressed against his tongue. "Enough."
With a soft sigh, Roman tilted his head back and swallowed deeply. His fingers elegantly traced Deceit's descent into his chest and finally into his stomach, coming to rest on his middle.
Virgil squirmed slightly, and the pair rearranged themselves to prepare for the occupancy to double.
"No hiss fighting in there, you two." Roman gently pressed his palm into his stomach. "Behave."
Both just snuggled deeper against a wall.
The waiter saw him finish and took the bowl away with a flourish. Within moments, his main course was set before him. A simple, but elegant pasta plate; linguini pasta and a lovely looking marinara with just a dusting of parmesan and in the middle sat Logan, waist deep in food.
"Salutations." Logan looked up, and Roman could definitely see the embarrassed flush across his cheeks.
"Evening." Roman teasingly twirled his fork between his fingers. "Why so flushed, specs?"
"I seem to have made a slight error in calculating how messy this would be for me." Logan shifted slightly. "I... Regret perhaps not shedding a few more layers."
Roman smirked softly before setting the fork down and gently lifting Logan out of the dish by pinching his fingers under his arms. "Oh my." He couldn't help the chuckle at the sight of the thick red sauce all across the logical side's pants. "You certainly do look a mess, Logan. Perhaps I should help." The last part came out as a teasing purr.
"I wouldn't mind that." Logan blushed a little at the sight of Roman licking his lips. Honestly, he just looked so nice, it was almost a tragedy. His blush intensified as Roman's lips parted and easily took his legs inside.
Logan squirmed slightly as Roman licked at his legs, his torso supported by Roman's fingers. He was extremely flustered by the proximity to Roman's mouth, but the mostly logical side would make do.
Maybe it was a slight breach in etiquette to go straight for the "best bite" of the course, but it's not like any of them had actually made that a rule. There was no proper way to do this, they were ingesting each other after all. Thomas wasn't even aware that this was going on.
An undignified squeak left Logan as he was pulled much deeper into Roman's mouth, the large side taking his fingers away now that Logan was in up to his mid chest. He could feel Roman's tongue under his hips.
After a few long moments of Roman softly licking at Logan's miniature body, he has the back of his clothes pinched between two large fingers and slowly pulled out of Roman's mouth. The larger side had an easy smile on his mouth while he inspected Logan. "There we go, clean."
Logan held the disagreement back about how being damp with saliva was not clean, and he was softly placed down on the edge of the plate, well away from the mound of pasta.
"Thank you, Roman." He adjusted his tie while Roman dug into his food.
There was idle chatter exchanged between the two while Roman ate. Mostly Logan talking about pasta and the historical contexts in which it became popular among other facts he'd found when planning his portion of the meal while Roman ate.
In the middle of explaining his Wikipedia deep dive, Roman gently picked Logan up on his fork. "Very interesting, Logan, but I'm quite looking forward to you inside my belly."
"Of course, that was the purpose of this meal." He blushed softly and looked away as Roman elegantly placed him in his mouth. This time he was much less teasing as he tasted of Logan, slickening him up for the journey down his throat.
Roman eagerly traced Logan's body heading down his throat, sighing softly as he felt his slight weight join the rest of his meal in his stomach. There was a little squirming in his stomach while the three sides got settled in his belly. "You all feel wonderful in there."
A positive squirm against his fingertips and Roman took a long sip of his drink while the empty plate was whisked away. Now that he knew for sure who was going to be in his dessert, he was a little more excited.
Sure enough there was Patton, wearing an absolutely adorable baby blue dress, sitting atop a generous square of tiramisu. A bit of the cocoa powder that topped the rich dessert was staining the bottom of the dress, but neither seemed to care as Roman started to eat.
"This is wonderful Patton. I love it." Roman had to remind himself to not talk with his mouth full.
"Thank you." Patton beamed. "Logan helped me pick out what to make."
"Thank you, Logan." Roman softly patted his firm stomach before taking another bite. "And might I add you look absolutely adorable tonight, Patty cake?"
Patton blushed and looked away. "You look nice too." Roman noticed a little blue flower in Patton's hair and he had to restrain himself from cooing at the miniature side.
It wasn't long before Patton was scooped up with a bite of the decadent dessert and placed in Roman's mouth. Roman had to take great care to pin Patton to the roof of his mouth and swallow the dessert around the miniature side. He wanted to enjoy Patton's squirming.
Patton, never one to disappoint, did almost immediately start to get comfortable once it was just him laying in Roman's mouth. Roman was very careful to not accidentally bite one of Patton's delicate limbs as he settled down, but he didn't hesitate to softly lick at Patton, trying to get all that wonderful flavor.
Eventually Roman tilted his head back slightly and swallowed deeply. Patton vanished into his throat with a soft gulping noise and Roman massaged his throat until Patton landed in his belly.
"Mmmm." Roman exhaled softly through his nose. "You tasted wonderful, Patton."
A soft giggle could be heard in Roman's stomach, and the Prince couldn't stop smiling as he polished off his dessert. It just felt so nice to have his stomach full of his friends.
Once his dessert was gone, Roman took his leave for a leisurely stroll through his portion of the imagination to let everything settle in his stomach. He had the rest of the night to enjoy having most of the other sides safely tucked away inside his belly.
Bonus:
Roman lay sprawled out across a fainting couch, trying to muster up the energy to conjure a new set of clothes to sleep in, but that required moving. Moving meant that he'd have to disturb the four sides safely tucked inside of his admittedly quite full stomach. Moving also meant he'd have to sit up and then he wouldn't have this wonderful weight resting against his spine in such a delicious fashion.
The second he moved a single leg off the couch was the same second a very heavy weight dropped on him. He grunted and opened one eye to peer down at his twin brother snuggling his exposed stomach.
"How'd it go?" Remus grinned up at Roman, the side of his face smooshed into Roman's belly.
"Wonderful, shut up." Roman put an arm over his eyes. "Just let me enjoy this."
"Fine, I won't talk to you." Remus shrugged and nuzzled into Roman's middle. "So soft, maybe he's been having a few too many of Patton's cookies."
Roman groaned into his sleeve. "Remus, I was about to go to bed."
"Excuse you, I'm not talking to you." Remus scoffed before continuing to lay on Roman's belly.
Roman just shrugged and allowed Remus to stay. It wasn't terrible, having Remus' weight on his stomach. He could stay, for now.
Logan was intending to get a light breakfast before he put himself into the all day work session that Thomas needed to go through to make deadlines. He was making toast and letting a pot of coffee brew.
Though, it seems that the other sides decided that Logan wasn't going to get the calm breakfast he wanted. Roman was bugging him gently, and Virgil was slumped over, half dead at the table.
"C'mon, Logan, your stomach is nearly perfect for me to catch some beauty sleep. You won't even notice me in there."
"I disagree, it's very hard to ignore a squirming, living being in my core." Logan pulled a jar of Crofter's out the fridge. "And given your personality, I find it improbable that you would be able to behave yourself in my stomach while I need to concentrate."
"But Logaaaan." He whined softly. "What if I promise I'll do nothing but sleep in your belly? I won't talk, I won't move around much. Just napping with your breakfast."
Logan tried to muster up a glare, but he relented to the puppy eyes. Logan did not like that those other than Patton could muster them up just as good as the moral side. "So long as you don't attempt to distract me, and I get to choose how to ingest you."
"Promise!" Roman saluted slightly, eyes drifting to Logan's stomach. "So, how am I going down?"
"You will have to wait for that, change into something less scratchy, please." Logan managed to snag the toast the minute it popped out of the toaster. He took the toast on a plate, a knife, and the jam to the table.
Virgil still lay limp at his place.
"Virgil, would you like a mug of coffee?" Logan set his breakfast at his place. "Perhaps a muffin or a piece of toast?"
He merely grunted.
"I'm going to perceive that as a yes, given your regular morning routine." Logan adjusted his glasses and returned to the kitchen to retrieve two mugs. Roman was nowhere to be seen, and it slightly unsettled him, but he pushed the feeling down as he fixed two mugs of coffee and returned to the dining room.
The anxious side was more sitting up, but he looked like he needed to take a long rest.
"Here's your coffee."
"Thanks." He croaked and picked up the mug in both hands. "I didn' get much sleep last night."
Logan grunted softly and sat down at his place, finally spotting Roman. He was in his Christmas sweater and sweatpants, shrunk to about three inches in height, and balanced on the rim of the jam jar. When Logan sat down, Roman sheepishly looked up and chuckled. "Hey there, Specs. I got a little peckish while waiting."
"Hmn." Logan dug the butter knife into the jar and started to spread the jam on his toast.
"Oh come on, I love Crofter's too, you know."
"I was aware." Logan took a bite of one of his pieces of toast.
Roman slowly hopped down from the jam jar and wandered over towards his plate. "So, you decided how I'm going in your tummy?" He sat on the edge of the plate, not caring he had to look directly up to see Logan's face.
Logan swallowed his bite of jam covered toast and then picked Roman up by the back of his sweater and deposited him on top of the other piece. "Arrange yourself."
With a shrug, Roman did so, lying on his back and sprawling his limbs out. He knew Logan was always careful with his prey, and he had nothing to fear from the logical side. "M'kay, I'm ready."
Logan licked his fingers as he finished off the other piece of jam toast, then examined the piece that Roman had sprawled out on. "Needs more jam." He picked up the butter knife and scooped out a nice glob before smearing it on Roman.
"Hey!" He sat up, scoffing. "This is dry clean only!"
"First, falsehood." Logan picked up the piece of toast. "Second, the sweater is imaginary, you could conjure a clean one if needed, but I would prefer you wait until you have arrived in my stomach to do so."
"Fine, but that doesn't mean that I'm going to enjoy this." Roman took a glob of the jam and stuffed it in his mouth. "Nerd."
"Mmm." Logan took a bite of toast near Roman's leg, careful to not accidentally bite the miniaturized side. Roman was staring, wide eyed. He didn't say anything because though his heart was racing, it wasn't necessarily racing in a bad way.
After a few seconds, Logan carefully tipped the piece of toast and Roman tumbled into his mouth. The logical side took a few moments to lick Roman clean. He was enjoying the taste of Roman, light and meaty, paired with the tangy jam.
Roman squirmed a little against Logan's intruding tongue, but he didn't let himself show any disgust. He had begged to be in Logan's belly for a nap, but he was not going to allow himself to potentially change Logan's mind about swallowing him.
Eventually, Logan tilted his head back and swallowed deeply. Roman's feet were caught in his throat and he was pulled roughly down by the first gulp. Testing out his size against Logan's throat, Roman softly wiggled his feet, finding there was little to no give on the side's throat.
'Thank goodness we're imaginary.' Roman thought softly before being pulled deeper into Logan's throat with a thick gulp.
Only a little swallowing and struggling later, Logan had his hand pressed firmly on his belly. Roman's weight spilled into his middle, and Logan did have to admit to himself that he quite enjoyed the feeling of a side in his stomach. He just simply did not enjoy anyone squirmy, which Roman thankfully was not allowing himself to be.
Logan reached for his coffee mug, but paused with his fingers clutching the handle. Virgil was taking a soak in his mug of coffee.
"Virgil, I gave you your own mug."
"Which I drank." He glanced up, eyes still foggy with sleep. "And this was closer then getting another one."
A rare mischievous thought ran across Logan's mind. Virgil was tired, and he presumably would like to continue to sleep for a while. Besides, Anxiety would cause a lack of focus in Thomas. Logan cleared his throat softly before lifting the mug up, passenger and all. "Very well, since you insist."
Virgil barely even squirmed as Logan tilted the mug forward and drank. Logan took a few sips before the anxious side was squirming between his lips. It took a little bit of careful maneuvering on both parts, but soon Logan set his coffee mug down on the table with Virgil carefully laying on his tongue.
He could feel the miniature side shrug softly before patting his tongue gently. "Mkay, Logan, I'll keep Roman in check."
Logan mumbled his thanks before swallowing deeply. Virgil was going down headfirst it seemed, or, if he wanted to be accurate - he did - hands first.
Roman squirmed around a little when Virgil landed on him, causing the two of them have to arrange themselves. "Hey! What gives?"
Logan placed a hand on his stomach, firm but there were no outward bulges unless one of them pushed against the inner walls. "Virgil climbed in my coffee, and he seems to want extra sleep as well, Roman."
"This is fa-vore-itism."
"I never said that Virgil wasn't a very pleasurable stomach passenger." His fingers massaged his stomach is slow smooth circles. "But I know you two, and I expect you both to behave while I get the working session started." He started to clear up his place.
They both agreed, settling down in Logan's stomach. He cleared off his place and wrote a sticky note where Virgil and Roman were so nobody would be looking for them and interrupt the work session.
Inside of Logan's belly, the two tiny sides were snuggled up to each other, propped up against the side of Logan's stomach so they wouldn't be in the food. Virgil had already conked out, and Roman was indeed exhausted. He managed to give Logan a sleepy belly rub before passing out with Virgil.
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It was a few hours later when Logan spat both the sides out. They had rested, and it was time for Logan to have his first water and stretch break. Roman and Virgil had conjured themselves in clean and dry clothes before wandering off to do whatever was on their schedule for the day.
Logan was stretching his wrists and back out when there was a knock at the door. "Patton told me to make sure you and Thomas drank some water." It was Remus' voice. "He gave me a bottle to throw at you."
"Thomas is already hydrating." Logan strode across the room and opened the door. Remus was leaning on the door, usual tunic forgotten, wearing a crop top that said 'Intrusive Thot.' A water bottle was clutched in one hand. "Thank you for the water."
"Sure, but it's gonna cost you something."
Logan sighed softly through his nose. Of course. Something told him he had stolen the bottle from his intended deliverer. Part of him just told him to go downstairs and get his own water. He could use a change of scenery and his knees could use the movement, but the risk of being distracted by an event was too high to be leaving his room. "Fine. What is it you desire?"
"Tummy time." His eyes drifted down to Logan's belly. "I promise I won't be distracting. I just want to have somewhere nice and quiet to concoct my next devilish plan."
"Hmn." Logan grunted, and suddenly became quite thirsty. Probably something that Remus was doing. "Very well but I do not want you to distract me or I will be spitting you out and removing you from my room."
"Yessir!" Remus saluted and handed him the water bottle. Logan took it and retreated back to his desk. Remus followed, shutting the door behind him. "Where do you want me?"
"Wait a moment." Logan set his water bottle down and then turned in his chair to face Remus. "I'm ready."
Remus bounced over and gently cupped Logan's hands together before shrinking rapidly and scrambling into the cupped hands. "Vore me."
"That is not a proper way to convey the desire to be eaten."
"Oh shut up and just put me in our mouth, nerdy wolverine."
Logan rolled his eyes and stuffed Remus into his mouth, pushing the side slightly into his cheek to be dealt with later as he turned to the desk.
"Don't be shy, I love being gnawed on." Remus draped himself over Logan's teeth, stretching out, pushing his hands into Logan's tongue. "And it helps you focus when you bite something, I should know I volunteer for this all the time."
"'iet." Logan mumbled, letting his tongue explore Remus' torso while he went back to typing. He didn't mind Remus' meaty, bold taste. It was actually pleasant without being distracting, so long as Remus didn't flail around and make rude comments.
They might be imaginary, but it didn't stop Logan from being wary about biting Remus with enough pressure to hurt him. He would carefully bite down on his chest, arms, legs, just enough to feel Remus between his teeth. Remus would lightly squirm, and this went on for a while.
However, Logan did eventually find himself drooling something fierce, so he tilted his head back to swallow. He could hear Remus whine softly about not being finished yet, but still continued to swallow the miniaturized side. His hand flew to his throat and gently pressed against the warm lump as it slipped down his throat. A very content sigh left the logical side and he pressed a hand to his belly, feeling Remus spill inside.
"Are you unharmed?"
"Yupper-doodle." Remus sighed heavily and snuggled down into the stretchy, warm flesh surrounding him. "Go to your work, and drink your water. I'll be fine down here."
Logan had nearly forgotten about the water bottle and broke the seal on the cap, bringing it up to drink. Remus did continue to squirm around, enjoying having at least something else accompany him inside Logan's stomach, but soon tired himself out and settled down in the pit of Logan's belly.
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Logan was stretching softly, and felt a kink in his lower back he couldn't get out by doing his regular stretches. Remus still lay limp inside his abdomen, presumably asleep. He softly rubbed his stomach and tried one last time to fix the stiffness, but had no such luck.
"I'm going downstairs for a snack and stretch." Logan warned Remus, just in case he was awake, before leaving his room.
Downstairs, Patton was softly singing along to a song Thomas had been listening to while doing work, frosting a cupcake. "Hey there, kiddo! I just finished baking if you want one." He glanced over to the large pile of dishes in the sink. "I gotta start cleaning up."
Logan looked at the platter of cupcakes while Patton started cleaning, a hand absently going to rest on his stomach. Maybe one couldn't hurt. Remus certainly wouldn't mind sharing his stomach with a little bit of sweets. He licked his lips absently and peeled the wrapper off the cupcake.
"Say, uh, have you seen Remus?" Patton's words quickly drew Logan out of his thoughts of eating the cupcake. "I've not seen him since he took the water bottle Deceit was supposed to give you and ran off."
"Oh, he's in my stomach." Logan took a bite of cupcake, chewed, and swallowed.
"Oh." Patton took a step forward, head tilted slightly in the way that meant he was thinking. "I guess he couldn't wait for me to finish with baking."
"He was going to be in your stomach?" Logan continued to finish the cupcake.
"Yup." Patton softly touched Logan's belly. "I'm kinda tired after cleaning up, and I know you've been working all day, but I thought maybe since you're on your final stint of work..."
Logan nodded slightly and he tossed the cupcake wrapper in the trashcan before turning to Patton. "Please do not disturb Remus. He's been uncharacteristically well behaved in my stomach."
"Of course." Patton gripped Logan's hands before shrinking down, landing neatly in his palms. "Ready - oh wait, glasses." He took his glasses off and vanished them for the moment. "Okay, now I'm ready."
Logan raised Patton to his mouth and gently pushed the fatherly side in, leaving his mouth open for a few moments so Patton would be able to settle. He didn't normally squirm much, but he was very particular with the way that he wanted to be swallowed; on his belly, feet towards the throat.
Without taking more time than necessary to taste Patton, Logan tilted his head back and swallowed. The little side squirmed slightly as he slipped down under Logan's collar bone. Logan started back to his room to continue his work, hand pressed slightly into his belly.
He did momentarily stop to make a note that Patton did, in fact, default to the flavor of whatever was the last thing he made.
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Finally the work was finished. Logan was now relaxing in the common room, reading a book. Remus had started squirming the second that Logan ad shut off the laptop, demanding to be let out. Logan let both him and Patton out. Remus rushed off, presumably to bother Roman, who was making a daydream for Thomas.
The peace Logan had built around him shattered when two sets of yellow gloved hands curled around him and squeezed his middle. "You couldn't have kept at least one of the Creativities in your stomach?"
"They did not want to be in there." Logan turned the page of the book. "I don't like using my stomach as a time out corner."
"Well, they were yelling so loudly I got a migraine from my bedroom."
"We're imaginary. Any pains we have that Thomas does not is something you concocted."
"Fair, but I still have a request."
"I refuse to retrieve medication when you are perfectly knowledgeable and capable of fetching it yourself." Logan kept reading.
"I just want a nice, quiet place to let it fade in." He hadn't removed his hands from around Logan's abdomen.
"It seems my stomach has been quite popular today with being a quiet place."
"You are the one to go to for quiet time." Deceit gently nuzzled Logan. "I'll make tea, your favorite."
"I will think over it."
Deceit got up and started to make tea in the kitchen. Logan was a few more pages into his book when Deceit set the large mug on the coffee table. "Drink."
Logan put a bookmark into the book and set it aside for the moment. "Very well, but I will make the same request as I did the others." He took a long sip of tea. Deceit really did know how Logan liked his tea. Dang it. "No distractions while you're in there."
"I promise I won't. It's freezing in here and I want some quiet time too."
Logan had to concede on that. There was no logical reason for Deceit to be disruptive in his stomach, and his record had proven he was usually a good passenger.
About halfway through the mug, Deceit softly touched Logan's hand. "May I please be swallowed now. The lights aren't helping this headache."
Within seconds, the deceptive side was miniaturized and placed in Logan's mouth. He squirmed slightly against Logan's tongue before looking down to his throat, preparing to be swallowed.
"I'm ready."
Logan tilted his head slightly back and swallowed deeply, massaging his throat before taking a large sip of tea. Deceit settled among the warmth in his belly, content with the nice warm liquid filling the logical side's stomach.
"Thank you, Logan."
"You're welcome." He resumed his book after a moment more.
I honestly wrote this as spur of the moment, self indulgent thing. Is Deceit, among others, wildly out of character? Probably. Do I care? No. My fancy pred (not really because I don't experience that kind of attraction) kink, my fine dining ficlet.
Contains: Foodplay, lots of it. Size difference vore, lots of it. Slight belly stuff. Mentions of alcohol. Pred!Deceit. Prey! Roman, Remus, Patton, Logan, Virgil.
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The 'Black Void' restaurant was ready for the five course meal. Deceit came in, hung his hat on a hook and ran his fingers through his hair while he settled at a table, peeling his gloves off and setting them on his lap, under his napkin.
He glanced over the menu in front of him, trying to decide who was in what dish. He'd been fasting all day in anticipation for this meal, and had went all out for his bit. His role of fine diner.
The other sides had better show the same commitment for their parts of the meal. He'd heard them at work in the kitchen as he'd prepared a nice suit for himself for his special meal.
Careful weeks of planning on his end ensured every side would be ending the day in his stomach along a lovely meal.
After choosing a wine, his first dish came out.
A smirk started to play with his lips as he saw Logan glance up at him from in a bowl of noodles and broth.
"Ah. Logan. I didn't expect to see you so soon." Deceit casually picked up the chopsticks on his napkin. "First out of the kitchen."
"I merely chose soup for my menu item." He adjusted his glasses and sunk slightly lower into the broth. "I wasn't the one who chose whom be sent out as your first course."
"Don't be nervous. I'll be gentle." He started to eat.
That was something Deceit simply loved about the imagination. Yes, occasionally a giant squid tried to grab you and do horrible things to you, but the noodles never were horribly soggy like packaged Ramen was famous for doing; and it didn't matter the level of cooking ability, the food was delicious.
The noodles were about half gone when Deceit loosened his tie to make it easier to swallow them. He picked Logan out from the bowl, a chopstick firmly under each arm. The logical side was wearing swim shorts and a muscle shirt, the kind normally seen around public pools.
"What's with the outfit?" Deceit chuckled softly.
"I did not wish to have my regular attire smell of pork flavoring."
"I should thank you for showing me those shapely calves." Deceit watched the little man drip the mostly clear brown broth for a moment more, squirming uncomfortably, and then started to swallow him.
Deceit eased Logan's feet in first, swallowing softly as he continued to ease the miniature side down his throat, tongue cushioning his back.
Deceit softly groaned as he removed the chopsticks, Logan eased into his mouth most of the way. The taste of the little man was phenomenal.
Meaty, and a little salty from the broth he'd been resting in. The pork flavoring had really enchanted the tiny man's natural flavor, and Deceit couldn't help himself as he slowly swallowed, pulling him all the way in. The licked the back of his head softly, slowly, then swallowed deeply.
A hand traced his neck as Logan slipped down, past the collar bone, and came to rest on his stomach as it became taut under his fingertips. Still a little squish to it, but firmer then when he'd sat down.
"Mmmm." He sighed, other hand coming to rest on his stomach. "Logan, you taste wonderful. Absolutely wonderful."
"I've been told." He squirmed slightly, and Deceit sighed softly at the sensation. "Your stomach is..... Pleasant."
"Get comfortable for the moment. You won't be my only course for long." Deceit polished off the noodles and the broth.
The chopsticks were replaced with a knife, fork and spoon. A salt and pepper shaker appeared next to the candle that lit the table and the single yellow rose in a thin vase, alongside a butter dish. The bowl was whisked away by a nameless waiter.
Deceit sipped his wine while Logan settled down in the pit of his belly. A soft moan left him and a hand settled on his stomach.
After a few more long seconds, a small plate was brought out.
On it sat a half foil wrapped baked potato, cut down the middle, the insides already fluffed. A small mound of cheese sat to the side. Patton was also in the potato, blushing as he looked up at Deceit.
"Hey, Dee."
"Pleasure to see your sweet little face." Deceit removed the foil and widened the opening a little more. "Though I guessed I'd see you in dessert, not my appetizer."
"This meal is just full of surprises, huh?" He chuckled as Deceit cut a healthy pat of butter before putting it on Patton. "How was Logan?"
"Satisfying." He gave his stomach a firm pat. "Cover your face." He lightly salted and peppered the potato.
Patton scooted back as Deceit dug a fork into the meat of the potato. "I hope you enjoy it, really, we tried really hard to make it tasty for you."
He ate a few bites of potato, eyes briefly shutting with pleasure at the smooth, buttery flavour.
Patton was picked up on the next forkfull. He briefly noted the onesie on Patton before easing him into his mouth. Deceit managed to cram Patton a little inelegantly into his mouth and just held the miniature side.
His tongue pinned him to the roof of his mouth while he swallowed potato then let Patton squirm around.
While cheese was sprinkled on the rest of the potato, he felt his lips part. Deceit lifted his spoon and saw his reflection. Patton had a leg out, readjusting.
Deceit slid his head back and gulped deeply. Patton slid down into his throat, disappearing with a smooth 'gulck' noise.
Warmth filled his stomach as Patton spilled onto Logan. Deceit kept a hand on his firmed belly.
"Buttery and smooth, Patton." He stroked his stomach teasingly. "Everyone comfortable?"
Logan relayed they were and Deceit continued with the potato.
The utensils refreshed themselves and his wine glass filled. He took a few more sips and then his salad came out.
Roman was sitting among the berries and vegetables, covered in raspberry vinegarette, looking embarrassed as he tried to cover his bare chest.
He only wore gym shorts.
"My my." He softly whispered, taking a little bit of the vinegarette on his finger and licking it. "Don't you look scrumptious?"
Roman blushed hard. "I, uh.... I lost the position of main course."
Deceit picked up his fork and picked Roman up first thing. He hummed quietly, appraising Roman. He knew the light, delicate flavor of the side and did enjoy it, but he was trying to decide if he'd swallow him first or wait.
He decided to wait.
And wait he did, Deceit let the last of the honestly delicious salad settle in his belly before turning his attention to Roman.
"Are you finished?" Roman was sitting in the bottom of the bowl, covered in little bits of vegetable.
"I was saving the big mouthful for last." He licked his lips. "I do enjoy the creative sides flavours so much."
Roman glanced away as he was picked up in the end of a spoon.
Deceit licked his lips before opening wide and sliding Roman in his mouth. He was thoroughly prodded and tasted by Deceit's tongue before being slipped down his throat.
Deceit sighed deeply as his stomach started to swell under his fingers. He had started to be full as soon as Patton was in, but now, with another course and a half inside him, he was quite full.
Pressure built in his gut as Roman got settled, and he tried to stifle the belch that resulted.
"Excuse me." He stroked his outward bulging stomach. "Ready for the main?"
"It's a little cramped." Patton's little voice floated out from behind his shirt. "Maybe don't eat so much of the dishes."
"I intend to clean my plate." Deceit continued to rub his stomach, full to the brim on light sides. "This meal is just so delicious. My compliments to the chefs."
The miniature sides settled after a minute and Deceit had to suppress another burp as the main course was set before him.
Remus was suggestively sprawled across a bed of rice, the garnish clamped between his teeth. He wore nothing but his underwear and a single sock.
"Hello, Dee." He smirked and stroked his chest, smearing the sauce he and the plate were drizzled in. "Like what you see?"
"I do." Deceit took a bite of rice and slowly swallowed.
Remus whined and sat up. "C'mon, Dee. I love having food fill up a tum around me!"
He rested the fork tines against Remus' chest and pushed him back to laying down. "Be patient. You will be eaten in time."
"But... But!" He whined loudly. "I want to snuggle with the others while you eat! Feel the mush fill up your sexy gut!"
Deceit continued to eat rice, ignoring Remus' whining.
Eventually, a fork slipped under Remus' rear and scooped him up. Remus had one hand balancing himself as he was raised to Deceit's mouth.
"Yes, finally!" He grinned and squirmed a little on the fork. "Eat me!"
Deceit opened up and Remus nearly jumped in. He hummed quietly as Remus squirmed into his mouth, tasting the miniature side.
Remus had a much more earthy taste than his twin. More raw and natural. Kind of like a mushroom, especially with how he'd seasoned himself.
Deceit tilted his head back and swallowed deeply.
One hand rested on his stomach while the other wiped his mouth. Remus loved to squirm, and he'd gotten the sauce everywhere.
He could feel the squirming in his belly and sat back in the chair, ruining his posture for the moment. He could feel the weight of the other sides in his stomach, resting against his spine and other internal organs.
His shirt pulled at the buttons around his stomach and he softly massaged his gurgling belly. A muffled argument reached his ears while they settled, and Deceit softly belched.
They were just all so delicious deep in his stomach, and he still had the rest of this plate and dessert to go.
After a long minute of him just leaned back, enjoying the full sensation and sipping his wine, he went back to the plate.
Remus squirmed excitedly in his belly as it filled and Deceit had to bite back a moan. He had gluttonous tendencies, he just tried to hide them so his posh reputation wasn't ruined.
Dessert was served, and his shirt showed a little of his stomach from where it pulled on the buttons.
Virgil was lounging in a little coffee cup, in his regular attire. On the plate was a thick wedge of black forest cake. It made his mouth water as he leaned forward, propping an elbow up on the table.
"Oh you boys spoil me with these treats." He softly moaned as he waved the wine glass away.
Virgil moved a little in the cup and have a little handwave as an acknowledgement.
"Hello to you too, Virgil." He picked up the cup in both hands. "I didn't think I'd see you here."
"Roman said I'd taste best here." He was bright red and he sunk down a little.
"And right he was." Deceit took a little sip of the decaf coffee, and he felt someone kick at his stomach. It was delightful.
He dug into the cake, ambitions lowered a little. Nobody would believe Virgil if he said that Deceit was secretly a glutton.
That was Remus' "thing" when it came to predatory nature. To be a glutton. It couldn't also be Deceit, dressed up in a suit for most of his time when he had a stomach full of prey.
"Phenomenal." Deceit softly moaned after swallowing a bite of cake. "Compliments to the chef for this wonderful meal." He gave his stomach a firm pat.
His eyes flicked to Virgil, who was staring at his stomach, blushing deeply.
"Like what you see?" He leaned back and rested a hand on his bloated stomach, swollen with food and the other sides.
Virgil looked away, beet red.
Deceit reached over and plucked Virgil out of the cup and settled him against the half eaten cake.
"What are you doing?" Virgil squirmed.
"Having a little coffee with my cake." He scooped Virgil up with a nice bite of cake. "Surely you don't mind?"
Virgil glanced down at Deceit's stomach, which gurgled with perfect timing. He glanced up at Deceit and shook his head. "I - I volunteered to be dessert."
Deceit slid the anxious little side into his mouth and moaned slightly at the taste. He was almost bitter, but the whipped cream and the rich chocolate cake made it just delicious.
Virgil squirmed slightly on his tongue as Deceit licked at the little man.
With a sigh, Deceit swallowed. He stroked his throat, feeling the little lump slip down into his chest.
His hands settled on his stomach and he sighed happily. He was so deliciously full. He softly patted his bloated stomach and then went back to his cake and decaf coffee.
Soon, he was leaned back in his chair, and he finished untying his tie and started to unbutton his shirt around his stomach to let it have room, and also to stop the shirt from stretching. He unbuttoned his pants and propped his feet up on the table, picking some vegetable out of his teeth with a toothpick.
The weight was comfortable and wonderful in his lap. The little squirms were heavenly against his fingertips.
He'd kill for meals like this more often, but the rarity is what makes them so incredible.
Teeth clean, Deceit softly started to rub his stomach with one hand, sighing happily. "The meal was first-rate. I'll be going to bed soon. Is everyone comfortable?"
General agreement.
Deceit nodded and kept massaging his stomach lovingly. He thoroughly enjoyed the meal, he wasn't letting the fullness go to waste.
