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
Roman, the ruler of a noble elf kingdom, is injured, though a certain human is curious enough to take him back to their lab and help him.
Ship: Pred!Logan x Prey!Elf!Roman
Word Count: 3.1k
a/n: This was a request from @indecisive-loser on tumblr! He made this beautiful drawing of one of my other fics here and thought I’d make something back!
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A cool summer’s breeze passed by, making the tree’s leaves rustle in the distance and the tall grass sway. There Logan stood in the grassy field and watched as the sun sunk down behind the earth. He sighed, trying to enjoy the moment before he headed back to his lab. He’d been studying the plant-life and wildlife around this field as he heard there was potentially a new species of frog or snake around the area. Discovering a new species would be one of his greatest achievements, of course if he actually found one. He’d been looking for one of these new snakes or frogs but he’s yet to see one. It was a bit discouraging, as he’d been looking in these fields for nearly a year now, but at least the place had plenty of other wildlife to study.
Logan looked over to his lab that hid among the trees in the distance, smiling at it. Another wind blew by, making the grass sway even more and brush at his sides. He took a deep breath in, taking that as his queue to leave the field and go back to his cozy lab, well as cozy as a lab can get. A yawn escaped his mouth as he walked across the field, letting his hands touch the tall grass. He’d been outside since six in the morning now that he thought about it. He glanced down at his wristwatch, checking the time. It was just about to become eight. He hummed realizing he’d been out the entire day, though it was a bit obvious with the tired look on his face. The air started to grow just a bit colder, waking him up a bit more. Soon, he was just at the edge of the forest, and he saw the small dirt pathway that led to his lab. To be honest, he kind of lived there since he spent so much time in it. It was his pride and passion to go there everyday to study the wildlife. Another yawn escaped his mouth as he looked over to the forest. He wanted to venture into the forest today, but something told him not to, at least until now.
As strange as it was for Logan to think this, he did feel some kind of presence nudging him to go deeper into the forest. He glanced over to the sky. The sun hadn’t fully set, and it would still be at least a bit sunny for another hour. Plus, he had a flashlight and a map of the place in case he was to get lost. A warmth flooded in him as he stepped into the forest, looking around. There wasn’t much to see at this time of night, at least from what he’s gathered looking around here countless times now. That was, until a small group of fireflies danced around a particular spot near a tree. The base of the tree had tall grass hiding it. He blinked at the unusual site. The grass was much taller than all the other grass surrounding it, and what was with the fireflies all gathering here? He glanced around again, seeing no other fireflies glowing anywhere else in the forest. With a slow step, he walked over to the tree and kneeled down. His hands reached over to the tall grass, pushing it aside. As soon as all the grass was out of his way, his eyes widened, and his mouth went ajar. It was an elf.
Logan never believed in the fae or magical creatures, but with what was in front of him, it was clear as day that they existed. The light from the fireflies illuminated the tiny elf. As he looked closer, he saw their pointy ears and beautiful brown hair. They wore a white shirt adorned with gold that was slightly ripped and had a small red sash across their body. Their pants were also ripped and worn down. What happened here? He got on his stomach, looking even closer, the fireflies now glowing brighter, and that’s when he saw it. Their back had a massive wound that was covered by the sash. Thankfully, it looked like most of the bleeding had stopped, but they were certainly in critical condition. If he left them out here, who knew what would come hurt them next.
Logan frowned at the site as he dug through one of his pockets. He soon pulled out a small clean rag, and, with a careful hand, he scooped up the tiny elf and stood up. He held them close to his chest and even through the rag, he could feel how cold they were. The sun was soon disappearing from the sky, the field and forest becoming darker and darker. A wind blew past him, making him shiver at the cold. He held the elf closer, trying to block as much of the wind as possible from their tiny frail body. The white light from the lab illuminated the path, making him smile. At least he knew he couldn’t get lost. Once he reached his lab, he entered and went over to his desk, ready to help the elf.
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Warmth. It was warm when Roman woke up. His eyes fluttered open, and his head spun as he tried to get up. Where was he again? He was out on his daily walk through the forest then he blacked out. His thoughts scrambled to find out what happened until something caught his attention. Something soft and tight was wrapped around his body. He touched his back, his memories becoming clearer as he woke up. Soon, a softness brushed at his leg. Slowly, he sat up, looking down on the fabric he was sitting on. He blinked. Didn’t he pass out on the grass? Finally, he looked up seeing the bars of the small cage he was in and a human right next to it, tinkering with some liquids. His body shook for a second until he took in a deep breath. He had to admit, it was a scary sight to be so close to a human, but he needed to get back to his kingdom soon before everyone thought he was dead!
“Hey!” Roman yelled as he stood up, “Release me, you terrible beast!”
All of a sudden, the ground shook as the human turned to face him. He gulped as he stared right into their eyes.
“Oh, you’re awake,” they started, “Is your wound healing?”
He blinked, startled that they’d even ask such a thing. Humans were monsters! He took another look around. The room was filled with beakers and all types of glass tools. In the distance, there were some mice and other creatures locked in a cage. All of a sudden, his heart sunk as he looked back at the human that seemed to tower above him. He saw their white coat they had on over their black shirt and blue tie. They were a scientist.
“I said release me you beast!” Roman yelled again, trying to sound tough.
“Alright then, though you don’t need to yell.”
Roman backed away from the bars of the cage as the human opened the door. He dashed as soon as it was open until the human’s hand just stayed there, their palm open. He backed away again, wary. He didn’t want to get hurt once more, especially in the hands of a beast.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” the human said, “I’d just like a closer look.”
He looked back at the hand then at the floor, contemplating. Humans were nothing but monsters! Though, if they really intended to hurt him, they could’ve done it when they first found him. He was already unconscious at the time, so it would’ve been the perfect opportunity to kill him! Yet here he was with his back wrapped up and wound cleaned. He looked back up to the hand, making a decision. A deep breath entered his tiny lungs as he stepped closer to the opening of the cage. He shook a bit though soon calmed himself down as they stepped on to the human’s warm enormous hand. As careful as he could, he walked over their fingers and soon sat in the palm of their hands.
Roman grabbed onto one of their giant fingers as they moved their hands closer to their face. Their eyes scanned over his tiny form, making him back up, and eyed them back with suspicion.
“What’s your name? My name is Logan”
Roman blinked, certainly not expecting a human to ask for his name.
“I’m Prince Roman, and I demand to leave! My people need me, or my kingdom will crumble into chaos!”
“You’re royalty? How fascinating…” they said, “How about a deal? I’ll let you go by morning if I can research you.”
Roman put a hand on his chin as his mind swirled with all types of ideas. Should he trust Logan? Should he try to escape? All of a sudden, he started to shiver just a bit from the cold. Even with the warm palms underneath him, it wasn’t enough to warm him up in this big lab he was in. He squeaked when the hands soon cupped him in a bit more. A glance at Logan made his decision clear. As cold as their face was, there was just a hint of genuine concern. He looked back up again, taking in a deep breath.
“Alright, I’ll let you research me if it means I’m protecting my people from you.”
“I don’t intend to hurt you if that’s what you are saying… I was only going to ask questions about your species. Also, what exactly are you?”
From there, Roman ranted on about how marvelous elves were. They were practically humans, though much smaller. He yapped on about his kingdom and of course himself for hours on end, only stopping when Logan asked a specific question. As he continued to talk and talk, his tiny stomach grumbled. He blinked, realizing he hadn’t eaten anything that day. He looked up and he swore there was a faint smile painting Logan’s face.
“Are you hungry? I have some food,” Logan asked.
“Only a bit. I don’t think I’ve ever had human food before.”
Something in Logan suddenly made them smile more and almost look giddier. Their powerful hands brought Roman closer to their chest as they walked over to a cabinet. Soon, they opened it, revealing jars upon jars of some kind of red substance. A small loaf of bread, at least that’s what he thought it was called, laid on the bottom shelf. Logan grabbed the loaf of bread and a jar out of the cabinet, now sitting at a table nearby. He looked at the jar’s contents, never having seen something like it before.
“It’s called jam.”
Roman blinked as Logan spoke. Soon, their hand laid flat on the table, him now taking the hint and climbing off. He hugged himself. It was still a bit cold in the lab, but he’d certainly been in much colder weather. He must’ve been in Logan’s hands too long and got used to their warmth. A clank rang in his ears when Logan opened the jar of jam and spread it on to a small piece of bread, which he assumed was for him. His feet shuffled backward as they handed the piece of bread to him. A deep breath entered his lungs, his legs a bit shaky, though he quickly calmed himself down. With some hesitance, he took the bread and the jam on top and took a small bite. His eyes widened, captured by the flavor.
“This taste marvelous!”
“I know! I’m not one for sweets, but this always puts a smile on my face,” Logan said as they took their own piece of bread and spread some jam on it. Soon, they took a bite, Roman watching as they ate. He looked back down at his own bread and scarfed it down. He didn’t realize just how hungry he was.
“Would you like more?”
Soon, Roman nodded, a big smile forming on his face. He warmed up to the human quite a bit even though they only met that night. Something told him they would keep their word and not hurt his kingdom. Logan took another piece of bread and spread some jam on to it. They put it on a tea plate and slid it over to him. Quickly, he ripped off a piece of bread and munched on it, loving the flavor, and feeling in his mouth. He caught a glimpse of Logan smiling as he continued to eat their jam covered bread.
As Roman kept eating, he felt a warmth on his back followed by a light now casting a shadow down on the table. He turned around to see light filling the window nearby and he soon yawned. Were they both really up the whole night? Another yawn escaped his mouth, covering it with a hand. The bread he ate didn’t help much as it only made him even more tired. All of a sudden, he heard Logan yawn, too. He’d guess they’d been up for quite a while, probably longer than him. He looked back out the window as he touched the cloth that wrapped around his wound. He needed to go back to his kingdom, but his eyes were starting to grow heavy, wanting at least a nap.
“Are you tired?”
Roman just nodded and yawned as if on cue. Logan smiled more offering their hand. He scrambled on to it enjoying the small warmth from them. Soon, he looked up as they moved to a more comfortable plush chair and as they sat, a bit of hesitance and curiosity sprinkled on their face.
“Would you like to sleep in my storage stomach? I doubt the table would do much good.”
“Human’s have storage stomachs?”
“Some do… This should be my final experiment with you, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to, though I assure you it’s completely safe. I’ll let you go right after if you do want to do the experiment.”
Roman looked down with a hand on his chin. He could just be let go now, but he’d risk getting attacked again with how tired he was. But Logan’s offer did sound quite relaxing… He’d never been in a storage stomach before, and it would certainly be a lovely story to tell back home. A deep breath filled his lungs as he looked back up to them.
“Alright, I’ll do it. How shall we uh… start?”
“I’ll open up my mouth so you can crawl in. If anything goes wrong just tell me. I’ll do the rest. Are you ready?”
Logan’s hands moved up closer to their lips. Roman stared in awe at the sight, shaking from the fear and excitement that ran through him.
“Yes…”
Finally, Logan’s mouth opened, and his jaw dropped at how marvelous their mouth looked. Their teeth were nearly a perfect white and their tongue looked as soft as the grass in the fields. As he came closer, a warm breath rolled over him that smelled of mint and jam. Not a scar or scratch lined the inside of their cheeks. The tongue soon rolled over their teeth, waiting for him to crawl in. He took in one more deep breath as he looked around, and soon crawled on to the soft tongue.
A strong warmth hit him as he was pulled inside, feeling even more of their breath wrap him. Carefully, he turned around so he could face the outside of their mouth. The light coming from the lab shone into their mouth, illuminating the entrance of their throat he’d soon be going down. Another breath washed over him, the warmth so inviting. He took one more good look around their mouth before they slowly closed it, darkness now surrounding him.
Soon, the tongue pinned Roman to the roof of Logan’s mouth. A small hum came out from him as their tongue squished his tiny body. The miniscule bumps on the tongue trailed his face. He held on to it, hugging it and cuddling into it. The tongue soon went down as he heard a hum from Logan. His face warmed up, almost matching with the heat that was in their mouth. Thank goodness they couldn’t see him, or he might’ve fainted! He cuddled more and more into the soft slimy flesh and let himself relax. Soon, a squeak escaped his mouth as he felt them start to tilt their head back. For a moment, his heart stopped, an instinctual fear kicking in. He took in a deep breath as he slid down to the entrance of their throat. The tip of their tongue curled over his head, giving him one last lick as he was finally gulped down into their throat.
The throat muscles was quick to massage at Roman’s tiny form, making him hum even more. It was a tad bit tight, but he didn’t mind it much, especially since he hadn’t relaxed this much in quite a while. Running a kingdom was hard work after all. Soon, he was squished even more into the muscles, certain it was Logan pressing their neck. Though soon, the pressure disappeared. A loud heartbeat and deep breathing rang in his ears as he continued to go down, deeper into their core. Finally, his legs squirmed into a much larger place, followed by the rest of him plopping down into their stomach.
Roman’s heart raced, trying to take everything in. To his surprise, there was a small blue glow coming from the mucus that lined their storage stomach, allowing him to see. With a gentle step, he stood up walking around in absolute awe. He pressed a hand into the stomach walls, entranced at his hands sinking into the folds. As soon as he pulled away, his hands started to glow from the mucus that stuck to him.
“Are you alright?” Logan’s booming voice echoed throughout the stomach.
“Yes! I’m alright!”
He continued to look around, exploring. Other than the mucus, there was no stomach acid in sight. He guessed he was right to trust the human. He took in a deep breath as he laid down, letting the warmth lull him to sleep. A yawn escaped his mouth as he snuggled into the folds.
“Hey, Logan?”
“Yes?”
“Thank you for saving me. I’m not sure what I would’ve done without you…”
There was a small silence between both of them until Logan spoke.
“It’s… no problem. Sleep well, Roman…”
And with that, Roman’s eyes closed, relaxing into the walls of his new friend, falling asleep.
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.
- 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
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.
