How about geralt finding it hilarious that y/n has a shetland pony instead of a horse?
The white haired witcher asking me to show him the strange tracks and markings on trees had felt like a dream come true. I was being helpful, and I was getting to go on an adventure to boot! I could practically see the regret in his eyes when I squealed out a yes, leaping up from my seat in the tavern and grabbing his arm, attempting to drag him out the door.
“How far is it?” He asked as he stood himself up, seeming to not notice my elated tugging on his arm as he calmly walked to the door. “If need be, I can make room on my horse.” I could swear I heard the bard that had been entertaining for the night give an indignant cry when the witcher said that, but I was far too excited to question it.
“No need, I have my own mount and I don’t live far!” I assured, not waiting for him to fetch his horse before racing off through town to get to mine.
“Hi, Nibbles!” I greeted as I burst into my small stable, my pony nickering softly in response. “We have to hurry, we’re going on an adventure!” I gushed, quickly grabbing my saddle and throwing it over his back, taking the time to make sure it was properly tightened before I took his reigns and led him out.
I’m not sure how the witcher managed to find me, but I wasn’t overly concerned with it. They were supposed to be excellent trackers, after all. I waved at him as I walked my mount closer, tilting my head curiously when he hopped down from his horse.
“I thought you said you had a horse.” He mentioned around a poorly contained snort of laughter.
“I clearly said I had a pony.” I grumbled, patting Nibbles’ neck affectionately.
“I’ve taken shits bigger than that thing!” He was full on laughing now, shaking his head in disbelief. “Can he even carry you?”
“Are you insinuating that I’m too heavy for my pony to carry?” I growled, my face heating in anger.
“I’m more concerned about your feet dragging the ground.” He snorted, venturing closer and patting Nibbles on the head.
“Maybe it has escaped your notice, but I’m not particularly tall.” I huffed, easily mounting my pony, and spurring him into motion.
“Well... it certainly fits you.” He chuckled, grabbing his horse by the reigns and leading her after us. I could almost swear I heard him mocking the size of my pony to his own horse, but I elected to ignore it. We’ll see who’s laughing when he has to practically crawl through the cave while I get to ride dignified the entire time. That’ll show him not to make fun of people smaller than him.
This will be the promised Wilbur fic that I have been working on for a while. Its going to be the last reader insert before I start working on a tiny au that ive had bouncing about in my head. I hope you guys enjoy, and remember to eat and drink some water today.
“Well well, look how small and defenseless you are, you could be bowled over by a gust of wind, ” The giant gave a nasty smirk as he looked down at the tiny being in his hands, reddish-brown eyes lit up with a mixture of malicious intent and pure amusement. “There are so many things that could hurt you, shouldn't you be happy that I'm the one that found you, I can easily protect you~” The words left his lips in a rumbling purr that made you shiver in fear.
You had no idea what had happened to you, one minute you were responding to a message sent to you by Quackity, and now here you are. You were the size of a child's doll in the hands of one of the scariest people in the server in your opinion, the newly revived Wilbur Soot. You tried to squirm your way out of his grip, using your nails to dig into the skin to try and loosen his grip, but this only backfired as the fingers applied more pressure on your chest. It made you wheeze in pain as you looked up at him with a pleading expression,” Wilbur please, put me down.” It took everything in your power to not cry in this situation, the man you had once seen as an older brother figure, was now a monster that haunted your dreams. You still remembered how possessive he was towards yourself, Tommy, and Tubbo back when he was alive, and Tommy was quick to warn you of everything that went on during limbo.
The giant man smiled as he used a finger to stroke the top of your head and move down your back, being surprisingly gentle,” Why do you look so scared of me, I know I did some terrible things in the past, but I promise you that I have changed; Tommy can tell you.” He turned his gaze away from you to look over the horizon, frowning slightly as he saw the bright lights of Las Nevadas in the distance, before turning to walk away from them and further into the dark woods,” I'm not sure why you would want to go over there, Quackity wouldn’t be a good choice for help, he’d probably make you an attraction in that casino of his.” His grip got a little tighter as he walked, but he ignored your squirms as he made his way into a wooden building, quickly closing up the opening before turning to sit against one of the walls with a low sigh and placing you to sit on his curled up knee.
You nearly stumbled when you were dropped onto his knee, scrambling to stay on the limb as the man snickered lightly at your predicament,” And what would you know about Quackity, and even how you knew that I was going to meet him, if it wasn’t for that stupid witch I would have been there already.” You moved to sit as best as you could on the limb, gripping onto the brown pants tightly to not slip off the sides, especially when it twitched and nearly sent you tumbling. It made you look up at the man with annoyance, but the angry words died on your lips as you saw the face looking down on you.
Wilbur couldn’t help the smile on his face as he looked down at you, he had thought that you were quiet cute before when he was alive, even some faint memories from ghostbur held a fondness for you, but at this size, he found you extra adorable. Your little face scrunched up in annoyance nearly made him coo at you, but he needed to focus right now,” I figured that after Quackity tried to win Tommy over to his side, it wouldn’t be too long before he set his mismatched eyes on you, the kids on this server always seem to have bad people trying to hoard you.” He used a finger to gently touch your face, smiling when you swiped at it with the best of your strength, barely making it move.
You frowned up at the giants at his words, you didn’t know that Quackity reached out to Tommy, you had only mildly spoken about the situation with Purpled, but not Tommy. He had offered to give you a space in Las Nevadas for you to build your own structures, but only if you signed a contract to help on the construction team with another member he was looking to recruit. Your musings were interrupted when a large fingertip pressed itself into your cheek, making your head push to the side softly,” Don’t poke my face you asshole, I'm not a doll.” You used both your hands to try and push the finger away, but in your anger, you pushed a bit too hard and sent yourself realling a bit as you nearly fell backward off the knee. You tried to catch yourself by gripping the material of the pants but failed as you slid off. You couldn’t help the yelp that escaped you, but instead of hitting the ground as you had first imagined, you found yourself sprawled on a warm hand that had moved to catch your falling form, making you look up at the male in a mix of surprise and thankfulness.
Wilbur gave a small sigh of relief after he prevented you from hitting the ground, a little amazed himself at how fast his reflexes were, but he hoped to use your little fall to his advantage,” You see, you're going to get yourself hurt at this size, way worse than ever before. You need my protection.” He brought your tiny body to his chest, just over his heart, hoping that the sound could help sway you into calmness; to him. He used his thumb to gently stroke your back, keeping the strokes soft and slow.
You froze when you were placed against the giant chest, only mildly struggling before accepting the strange hug, actually finding some comfort from the giant heart that beat rather loudly beneath your form. It didn’t sound like it used to though, resurrection seemed to affect the body weirdly, making it go back to its last form of life, but going no further as if it could never change with age. You almost drifted off to the low thumping of the organ, but shook yourself awake and pushed away from the sound and soft touches, you couldn't trust him. “ Thank you for saving me, but I still want to hear Quackity’s offer, plus I still don’t trust you in the slightest after everything you've done.”
Wilbur couldn't hide the quick frown that crossed his face, but brought back a small smile as he looked down on your form,” Still don’t trust me even though I told you I've changed, that hurts a little.” He continued to stroke your back as he moved to sit a little higher, making you slide down a bit until you were cupped into his palm,” What if I do something to prove that you were perfectly safe with me, show that I would do nothing to harm you, even at your current size. Would you trust me then?” He tilted his head and gave a friendly smile to prove his point.
You looked at the giant apprehensively, especially when he gave a smile that showed off his overly white teeth, setting you slightly on edge, but you were mildly curious,” Alright, I'm not able to fight you at this size, but what could you do?” You looked up at the man silently as you waited for his response, getting a little anxious when the hand changed to be gripping your form rather tightly as you were brought back up to be level with his face, ” Wilbur?”
The man couldn't stop his smile from widening as he looked over your hesitant face,” Revival is a funny thing, it changes your body in ways that one couldn’t imagine, I also learned that I have much more control over my body.``He lifted your body fully over his face as he leaned his head back, giggling when your legs started to thrash a bit frantically at your new position,” I’ve now got a safe little pouch under my ribs, now don't fight me, I’ll show you how completely safe it is.” He let his mouth fall open, tongue laid out as he quickly dropped you're now yelling from inside, snapping his lips shut before you could fully right yourself.
You couldn’t help the scream that ripped from your throat as your body made contact with the wet tongue, sinking into the near sponge-like muscle more than your rational mind could have ever thought of, and scrambled widely. Just as you manage to turn yourself away from the fleshy cazam that was Wilbur’s throat, the light was quickly smothered as his lips closed, and the tongue rose underneath you with brutal force. You let out a slightly pained whimper as you were forced against the pallet as the tongue grounded saliva into your skin, clothing, and hair. With your limited mobility, you moved your arms up to beat against the walls,” LET ME OUT, Wilbur please!!” Your words were only met with a low hum as the tongue continued to taste your skin, and apparently finding it delicious as the amount of saliva seemed to double the more you were there and was adding in your body now sliding towards the back of the tongue.
Wilbur couldn't help the low hum that escaped him as he tasted your skin, you tasted much better than he originally thought, he found it a little amusing how clearly he could hear your screaming; almost like a conscience. He continued to lick at you a bit more before he started to tilt his head upwards, you might be scared now, but once he got you down everything will come to light. He placed a hand over his neck and gave a wry smirk as he took a light gulp, hearing your panicked shriek, and feeling the wriggling bulge that slowly slid under his jaws and towards his Adam's apple. He gulped harder which made the bulge quickly disappear under his collarbone, allowing him to take a shallow breath and lick at his lips, still getting a hint of your flavor as he waited for you to finish your ‘trip.’ He placed a hand over his stomach and raised a brow in surprise as your entrance caused the organ to slightly swell under his fingers,” I didn't think you would mess with my figure this much.”
You stopped screaming once you were sucked into the throat, not wanting to get any of the saliva in your mouth, but didn’t stop squirming as you tried to make Wilbur choke. The muscles were unrelenting as they pulled your form downwards, making you feel like you were being squeezed through one of those water snake toys, only hotter and full of worse sounds. Your head pounded as you passed through his chest, the heart and lungs blocking out any other noise that you hoped to hear, and bringing on the onset of a mild headache. You couldn’t help the low groan when your face was shoved into a firm wall, the rest of your body only stopped for a few moments before the wall opened and you were roughly shoved into a slightly wider space. You tried to fight your way back up the throat, but the mussels were too strong as you found yourself forced into a tight ball as the walls around you grumbled as if in greeting, but you were quick to fight against them. You pushed your arms and legs out as far as you could to try and cause some form of discomfort, but you could only get them half extended and could help the frustrated yowl as an outside force forced you back into your curled form. You began to beat on the walls as hard as you could, cringing slightly as it sent strands of liquid lying around and hitting your already soak, but thankfully not burning skin.
Wilbur could only sigh as he felt the fluttering feeling of your struggling under his hand, feeling the least bit painful despite your best efforts, but it was cute all the same. “ Calm down, calm down, you're absolutely fine.” He used his fingers to gently rub your form, trying to find a good spot to rub without you being able to avoid it, and smiling when he did. He listened to your rage and slightly fearful yelling for a moment, a dark part of himself reveling in it, but he pushed that side down for a moment as he needed to pull you to his side fully,” are you feeling any different than from when you came in, other than being warmer and a bit slimy-er of course, but anything else?”
You did your best to calm your breathing as you took in the loud rumbling that came from the giant body around you, holding still for a moment to mull over them, and then began to methodically check over yourself. Your skin felt perfectly fine other than the slime that coated it, none of your extremities were tingling from any acid, and you were surprised as to how well you could breathe inside the organ. The air was hot and a bit muggy sure, but it was completely breathable. “ Wilbur… what the actual fuck… how am I fine in here??” You pressed against the walls where you felt the pressure of the giant fingers, taking a mild comfort from them when the walls gave a low grumble and rubbed against you, making you mildly flinch.
Wilbur chuckled lowly,” didn’t I tell you that my revival changed me, you're perfectly safe, think of it as an organic panic room like that half ender kid used, but this one can speak back. Plus I'm sure I’m much more comfortable than obsidian.” He couldn’t hide his smirk when he felt your formerly tense form start to relax, bringing a nice warm weight in his core, and used his hand to muffle the light belch that rippled from his throat. He hummed as it brought back up a wisp of your flavor, it was a light meaty flavor mixed with the faintness of blaze powder and something else, but a delicious flavor none the less. “Listen to my body around you, it's like your own personal symphony, plus you're hidden away from everything that could hurt you.” He used his fingers to gently rub at you with each word, trying to lull you into a sense of security, and smirking when he felt some success.
You let your body relax as you took in more of Wilburs words, as absurd as they were, he was right. Once you got over your initial fear of the situation, the walls of the stomach were deceptively soft and the occasional movements were soothing like being rocked in a boat. He was also right on his ‘body symphony’ because of course, he would make that comparison. The sounds of his heart and lungs weren't as intense as they were when you were traveling down the throat, but now they made for good background noise. You would also never admit to anyone that you found stomach noises soothing before this experience, “even if you're right, you can't keep me here.”
The man only hummed as he moved to lay on the ground, putting one arm behind his head as the other moved to lay protectively (possessively) over the now still bump in his torso, ” of course I will, I wouldn't keep you in there against your will, but I will until we can find a way to fix you. At your size it would be too easy for a mob to burn through all of your lives, so you're safer with me anyways.” His fingers drummed lightly as he heard your quiet mumble of agreement and felt your form settle down, it almost felt like you were trying to burrow into the walls, but that was a big step in the right direction. He kept one eye open as he waited and smiled wider as he heard the barely audible snoring coming from his gut, you got comfortable enough to sleep.
Wilbur kept his chuckling as quiet as he could, he now just needed to keep reinforcing the idea of you coming to him for safety and comfort, to be your living safety blanket. He just needed to learn how to remake the shrinking potion that the witch used, then he could do this as many times as needed, and maybe convince Tommy of the same thing. This thought made him lick his lips, how would your flavor mix with Tommy’s, and how would it feel to have the two of you packed together with only him knowing.
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“ Oh relax- it’s not like you're going anywhere else.” The goat man gave a quiet hum as he looked down at your form with a mocking smirk, taking some enjoyment watching you bang your hands against the walls of the flute glass you were currently trapped in,” Think of it as me keeping you safe after you got ambushed by that witch sneaking back into here, even though last I checked I had revoked your citizenship with the other losers..”
You growled up at the giant bearded face looming over you,” You had no reason to revoke mine, I didn’t do anything wrong, or even let me collect my things before your goons tossed me from the city.” You tried to brace yourself against the sides of the glass and shimmy up the sides by using all of your limbs to support yourself like some parkour experts would do, but a small tap from a single giant finger caused you to lose your grip and fall back into the pit of the glass. “ You bastard, this is humiliating!” You made eye contact with the smaller goat hybrid, you could see how uncomfortable this whole situation was for Tubbo, but you also know that he wouldn’t step in on your behalf due to his loyalty to Schlatt.
Your rage only seemed to amuse the giant goat-man further, and he picked up and began to shake it slightly, laughing as he watched your body get swirled around. “ I’m doing this because it’s funny and what you L’manberg losers deserve, but you want to know why I revoked your citizenship?” He walked back over to his desk and fell back into the seat, kicking his feet up on the top and leaned back as he looked at you with mild annoyance now,” you refused the offer I gave you when I ran for this office, I could have easily had you put alongside me in a plush position in this office, but allied yourself with those losers as well as Dreams little plaything. It hurt my feelings a little bit.” He looked towards Tubbo with a sneer on his face,” Can you believe that kid, they could have worked here with you, it’s not a bad gig right?” The young man shook his head which made the older smirk as he looked back at you,” See what you're missing out on.”
This made you snarl,” Oh sure, the kid doesn’t look terrified, and I’m sure if I worked with you it would be terrible. You would probably have me as a glorified secretary like you have Quackity-” You yelped as the glass got shaken again when Schlatt placed the glass down as he got up to pull a bottle of whiskey from one of his cabinets, coming back to his chair and taking a massive swig from it.
“ Don’t bring old flatty patty into this, I don’t want to think of him right now,” he took another massive swig and gave a low belch from how quickly he drank down the liquid,” get out of here boy, I want some alone time with my little guest.” He took another swig of the whiskey and belched louder and meanly directed the fumes towards the boy,” and don’t let anyone come in here unless I say so!”
The boy turned his eyes towards you and mouthed a quick ‘ I’m sorry’ before rushing out and closing the doors behind him, and only showing the slightest flash of the fox hybrid standing outside as if he was listening in. Your attention was drawn back to Schlatt as his fingers began to drum on the top of the glass, making your containment shake with each drum of the fingers. You steadied yourself the best you could with your arms and glared up at the man as he continued to drink his whiskey, ” are you going to get drunk with me like this, I don’t trust your sober mind, let alone your drunk one. Let me out if you're going to drink yourself into another stub-agh!” Your yell was cut off like a waterfall of whiskey poured into the glass with you, completely soaking you as the liquid rose to your waist before it stopped, “ What the fuck Schlatt,” You coughed as the strong liquid lighty burned your eyes and lungs since the fumes were more concentrated at your smaller size, you had once liked whiskey, but it got quickly got ruined thanks to the giant back when you were exiled.
“ Thought you could use a drink, your new size makes you a lightweight now?” He took another swig of the whiskey and nearly emptied the bottle as he laid further back into his chair, groaning as he laid his arm over his face,” What am I going to do with you though, if I take one of your lives you'll just respawn normally in your bed wherever your new loser home is, that wouldn’t be any fun…” He lightly swung the bottle in his hands as he thought, ignoring your new escape attempts that only led to splashing back down into the dark liquid. “Damn it, if I wasn’t so hungry I could probably….”
You didn’t like how his voice trailed off, grumbling slightly as you tried again to clamber up the walls of the glass to only fall again,” Oh I’m so glad that your hunger is keeping you from finding a more degrading punishment for me,” You reached down and lifted a handful of whiskey to your lips to drink it, you might as well enjoy it while you're stuck with it. You jumped when Schlatt slammed the bottle on the desk next to your glass as well as his other hand, his face now super close to the glass, looking at you with an excited look on his face. You just glared up at the man and moved to be on the backside of the glass further from him,” why are you looking at me like that Schlatt, go get yourself some bread to choke on.”
Schlatt continued to smile and lifted the glass, laughing cruelly as you slipped around in the glass as he shook it lightly,” why would I go and do that when I have an interesting little cocktail garnish right in front of me, would have been more fitting to have you in a bloody mary mix, but I’m not complaining.” He tilted the glass upwards and smirked as you fought to now stay IN the glass you were so determined to get out of moments before and ignoring your yells, sipping at the whiskey as he watched you continue to backpedal to the bottom as he almost leveled the glass to his face, leaving just yourself and a small amount of the amber liquid left,” You did add a unique taste to the whiskey, go figure,” before jerking the glass and his head backward, leaving you no chance to brace yourself as you fall downwards towards his waiting maw.
You didn’t like what Schlatt was thinking when he said cocktail garnish, but the meaning was cemented as the glass was slowly emptied into the normally curse-spilling mouth, and you did everything you could to stay away from the opening. Soaking in the whiskey didn’t help in your endeavors as your clothes were weighing heavy on your skin and the glass was extra slick from the liquid,” Schlatt don’t you dare do this, don’t you fucking dare…” The horned man did dare as the glass continued to empty until it was level with his smirking face, him commenting on how you changed the flavor of the whiskey from your time in it, this made you pale and start yelling even louder,” Schlatt… Schlatt….Anyone get me out of here… Tubbo-ahh!!”
The glass was tilted up fully upright and you went into a short free fall, your mind making everything move in slow motion as you watched the open mouth get larger and larger before your entire body collides roughly with the tongue, and could only watch in terror as the lips and teeth quickly closed and trapped you in the sweltering darkness. You were quickly pressed roughly to the roof of the man’s mouth as he lowered his head, also causing the little bit of whiskey that arrived with you to swirl around you as it combined with the accumulating saliva, forcing you to angle your head to be able to properly breathe, the pressing of the tongue on your back not helping with the situation. You tried your best to push away from the pallet, using the entirety of your strength and got a little bit of headway until the tongue pushed you against the teeth, it took pleasure in exploring your form with the whiskey.
You yelped when the mouth closed in on your body like a vacuum as the last bit of whiskey and saliva were sucked down the blackness of Schlat's throat, and as the tongue relaxed you tried to crawl backward away from the abbess but only was met by the tip of the tongue curling up to stop you. You beat your hands hard against the muscle, grimacing when you felt the saliva follow your hands up like slime, and yelled for your release once more. You blinked when a light suddenly flooded the mouth and you could see the sticky strands of saliva that both hung around and from you, it almost looked pretty as they glittered from the light shining in.
You tried to rush forward towards your perceived exit but gaged loudly when a loud belch erupted from behind you, the rancid smell of soured whiskey and the goat man’s innards making your stomach turn as you tried to breathe the fresh air just past the lips. You could only manage to make a strangled whine as the mouth closed again and the head began to tilt backward.
Schlatt smirked as he felt your now weaker struggles kick back up as he started to tilt his head back, he thought his blech made for a nice welcome for your new home and his stomach was eager for you after all the tasting he did, the organ growling lowly despite being considerably full of whiskey. He placed his hand against his throat as he fully tilted his head, giving the first swallow, and felt your body starting to slide down, feeling the wiggling bulge you made as you slowly descended downwards. He took small swallows to make your descent even slower, enjoying the feeling as you slid under his collarbone and used his hand to follow your path until he rested it over the waiting organ,” hope you enjoy your stay brat.” He gave one more hard swallow and shuddered as he felt your wriggling form rush into his stomach, making the organ grow under his palm and slosh audibly as you began to fight against it. He used his fingers to press at the bumps you created with great amusement, opening his shirt to look at how much of a bulge you made in his midsection. It looked like he had done another one of his binge drinking days, but it felt firmer and heavier as you struggled inside, distorting the surface and feeling like a more intense version of ‘butterflies in your stomach’.
Your trip to the stomach was utter hell in your honest opinion, the moment that your body fell into the embrace of Schlatt’s throat, it felt like you were being squeezed like a tube of toothpaste by the fleshy walls. You also didn't appreciate how slow you traveled downwards, also feeling the sensation of what you guessed to be Schlatt’s hand slowing your movements by pressing into you, making the flesh squeeze you tighter as it tried to pull you downwards. It was harder to breathe once you finally slid into his chest, his whooshing lungs sounding like twin wind storms and heart making your whole body pound as you slid past then, wiggling hard to try cause as much discomfort as you could before you were away from them. You groaned as your body was crammed against a fleshy wall, you were unwillingly curled into a ball by the muscles that continued to try and push you forwards. You heard the rumble of his voice before the muscles shoved you harshly into the now opened organ, and nearly drowned as you were shoved under all the whiskey he drank before your arrival. You thrashed around until your head reached the air pocket and took a deep breath that quickly turned into ragged coughing, the belch from before paled in comparison to the stench inside the stomach. The walls began to press themselves into your skin, sending waves of whiskey schloring around you and keeping you constantly soaked no matter how hard you tried to get above the near shoulder height slurry. It took everything in you not to scream when you felt the curious poking and prodding, each one nearly shoving you back under the liquid.
Schlatt grinned wider as he continued to play with your struggling form, starting to giggle like a madman before letting out a full-blown cackle as he pressed his hand fully onto the bulge you made,” Enjoying your whiskey bath, I bet it smells wonderful in there doesn’t it, that belch makes for a good preview?” He continued to laugh at your raging screams and harder kicks, belching again when you managed an especially hard kick, but continued to keep a hand over your form to feel your movements. He debated on calling in his two lackeys outside to have them look at what he did and give you even more humiliation, but decided against it since he wanted to keep this to himself alone. He slowly buttoned his shirt and smiled at the idea of sealing yourself inside his fully and no one would know except for him. “ I’m going to go back to do my emperor business now, don’t be too much trouble, or I will fill you ‘cage’ with more food and drink so you won’t be able to move a finger,” He chuckled and rubbed at your squirming form again before he got up from his desk and made his way to the door, ready to kick it open and begin his day.
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The entire Smp watched as the goat man stumbled about in Wilbur’s drug van, acting extremely incoherent and clutching at his stomach and chest, breathing heavily and coughing loudly. Tommy held his crossbow up to the man’s neck in anger, feeling little sympathy for him,” Your reign of terror comes to an end... you're going to die Schlatt.” The man next to him, Eret if Schaltt remembered correctly, continued to ask him what his last words would be. He couldn’t focus on that though, his body was hurting and everything felt blurry….and for some strange reason all he could say was,” Does anyone smell toast?” This confused the rest of the server for a moment, the Eret character muttering about a Stroke, but this was quickly ignored as they continued to ask for his last words. He tried as he felt the pain in his chest growing worse,” f f fla..” but the words failed him as he fell over and his body fully disappeared as the stroke took away his last cannon life.
The remaining members of the Smp remained silent for a moment before exploding into utter confusion, Tubbo being the first with his yell of “ did he just have a heart attack!?!?!” This made the rest of the group start to laugh at the idea of one of the biggest villains going out in such a way, each of them talking with one another in excitement until it was Tubbo again who broke the atmosphere. The smaller goat boy was looking down at Schlatt’s drops and noticed movement in them,” Wait, what the fuck is that?” He knelt to get a better look at the shifting pile, moving a few things, and fell backward in shock at what he saw.
The members all watched as a tiny arm reached out of the pile and pulled out the form of the only member that had been missing for ages and all anyone had known what Tubbo had told them on the day he had walked out of that office. You gave a low groan as you pulled yourself to rest on the now giant golden apple, looking up at the others with blurry eyes as they adjusted to the sudden brightness,” Is the asshole finally dead, I really need a shower and for whiskey to never be brought around me again…..and be put to normal size.”
Ok all you people that have come out of the woodwork to like my stories and follow me, thank you so much as you guys have raised my confidence as a writer. Plus the comments and hashtags make me smile like a idiot.Heres a new story for you guys, as stated before in my other writings this story will contain soft vore and I am following the currently stated boundaries of creators when using their characters. I hope you guys enjoy and make sure that you drink plenty of water and eat today.
The air felt like it was ripping through your lungs with each ragged breath you took, almost like tiny shards of ice as they traveled through you. The rest of your body wasn’t faring much better, you were bruised and battered in more places than you could count, and traveling through the knee-high snow was doing little help other than chilling your bruising. You rubbed your hands over your arms to try and reduce the goosebumps forming over your skin, but you could only wince as your fingers brushed over more wounds. You glanced over your shoulders to see if you were still being followed, it seemed like you put a safe distance between your pursuers after escaping, but you knew it would only be a matter of time before those egg freaks found you again. They had already managed to ‘convince’ you to visit the egg, more like Antfrost keeping an ax to your back as Badboyhalo monologues on the greatness of the egg as you walked. They had forced you to touch the thing, giving you a ‘friendly’ roughing up to try and prevent you from running, but you were able to pull away. You quickly ran, tripping over the horrid vines as you ducked shot arrows and clambered up the stony passageway to escape the screaming cult.
You almost felt close to tears when you saw smoke rising in the distance and the tip of the small mountain jutting over the horizon, and while picking up speed as fast as you could, you held back your urge to scream for any of the homeowners. You were thankful that the harsh winds were quickly covering your tracks, but you knew that screaming could draw the attention of your pursuers, which is something that you definitely didn’t want. You made it to Technoblades door first, quickly banging on its surface and calling for him, drawing more of the icy air into your lungs as you called out for the piglin hybrid. You could help the relief that washed over you when you heard shuffling and was greeted by the door opening, looking up to the curious man with a tired smile and a” Hello Techno.”
The piglin looked down at you with a little bit of surprise, the two of you parted last on not too nice terms when you turned down the offer to join the syndicate, but he couldn’t deny he was a little concerned to see you so beaten up,” It’s been a while…..why are you here and all beat up?” He looked a bit closer and could see what looked like a red smear on your left arm that was too bright of red to be blood, making the voices react violently at the sight.
Why are they here? They didn’t join us. Why are they hurt? Who hurt them. EEEEeee.
He just shook his head to clear his thoughts as he waited for you to answer, not wanting to let you inside his home before he learned what your intentions were.
You continued to smile as you took another glance over your shoulder, watching the horizon you came from with weariness,” I’m coming to cash in a favor from helping you to get Carl back, those egg freaks attacked me and could have possibly followed me here, I need to be hidden because I know they won’t engage with you without reason.” You leaned against the doorway and tried to feel the subtle warmth that was escaping and teasing your cold skin, and tried not to look as pathetic as you felt.
Techno just sighed and brought a hand up to his face,” first Tommy and now you, what is with you people and coming to hide at my house, hurry up and get inside before they actually show up.” He could help the small feeling of nostalgia of you affectionately leaning into him before stumbling into the warmth of his home, taking care to not brush into anything despite being so beaten up, which also brought up some rage in him as well. It reminded him of the time the two of you stood side by side in the last battle that raged across the lands, but now was not the time for that as he took notice of a massive slash across your back that showed to the bright flesh underneath and stained the clothing around it a dark brown.
Blood. Bloood.blood. They're hurt bad. Too much blood. Blood blood. BLOOD for the blood god.
He shook the voices from his head once more, he never enjoyed how excited they got whenever blood was involved, he needed to focus. “ They really did a number on you didn’t they… Let’s get you patched up, I've got some healing pots prepared for emergencies..a favor can be used for a few of those.” He gently placed a hand on your shoulder and guided you to one of the few chairs that he owned, slowly pulling you to sit as he examined the wounds, holding in the slight wince for your sake.
You smiled relievedly again when you were pulled to sit, finally relaxing into the comfort of a old chair as the man looked over your many wounds,” I was hoping a favor would get me that at least,” you winced as your arm was gently pulled to be extended,”What could I do to get a gentler hand though, Maybe make the stew I made for you all the time.” You couldn’t hide the smile that spread across your face when you saw his piglike ear perk slightly, you always knew the best way to get to his more simpler side, especially with the odd love for potatoes and golden carrots. You gratefully took the magenta colored potion from the male as he left to collect some wet washcloths to help clean up your skin once the wounds closed, you took a quick drink and made a face at the taste, the mix of sweet melon and musty nether wart was one you were never a fan of. You watched as the wounds started to mend themselves, the blaze powder in the potion making the skin warm as it encouraged the healing process. You had only managed to finish the last of the potion and see Techno walk back into the room before the two of you could hear faint voices from outside.
“Do you think they traveled this way?”
“I don’t know, the snow covered all of their tracks,damit”
“Language!”
“Sorry Bad...maybe Techno saw them.”
That was the only thing you needed to hear before you jumped up from your chair,ignoring the pain of your still healing wounds and rushed for the piglin as fast as you could,” they did follow me, I need to hide if they try to search your home.” He gave a low grunt and grabbed your arm before pulling you towards his basement, not saying anything else as the two of you continued downwards.
Techno was now a little worried as the two of you traveled down to his basement, the voices outside were faint enough to let him know that while they were still a good distance from his home, they were surely getting closer. The two of you quickly scrambled into the small space of the basement, closing the trap door behind you softly as possible. He looked around the room quickly as he tried to find the few invis potions he swore he had stored down here, but he was a bit enraged to find them all gone with only a crude note left in there place, with some very recognizable crude writing. “Damn you Tommy, you had to steal those potions now!” He slammed his hands against his chests in frustration, making the rest of the bottles clater together, he wasn’t sure on how he would hide you now, especially since you were too big to fit in the crate that Tommy did when he had hid in the same basement. He ran a hand through his hair as he tried to think of a plan of how to hide you when his eyes focused on a small container of suspicious stew, it was a little bit of a risk but when he heard the sounds of knocking on his door, he knew he had little choice. He snatched the container and pressed it into your hands,” it's the best I can do for now, drink it before they decide to let themselves in.”
You hesitantly took the container, looking at the contents in unease since you had seen suspicious stew plenty of time, but the effects of each one could be drastically different. You took a quick gulp to steal your nerves before opening the top, nearly gagging at the foul stench that floated towards your nose, but brought the glass to your slips and drank a good mouthful of the sludge. The effect was instant, the taste actually wasn't terrible, but you were hit with such a strong wave of lightheadedness that you almost fell on your face if Techno hadn’t caught you. You tried to grab onto his cloak before you completely black out.
Techno was quick to grab you when you had staggered forward, almost completely regretting his decision when you had passed out and dropped the container to the floor (it somehow didn’t break when he looked at it later). He was shocked to find that your already smaller form was steadily growing smaller before his eyes, he had to gently move your body fully into his hold as you shrank past the size of a small child until you were now the size of a child's figurine, just fitting in the palm of his hands and still out cold. “What am I going to do with you know, that stupid demon will still be able to sniff you out even at this size.”
“Techno we know your home, we just want to ask you a few questions before we leave your land.”
“Yeah Technoblade, it's not like you have anything to hide do you.”
‘Speak of the devil and he will come knocking’ is the thought that first came to Technos mind, but he still didn't have a good idea on what to do with you as he began to walk back towards the entrance of his basement, he couldn't keep stalling for long. He couldn't keep you in his pocket since they were to small and-
Keep them on you. Inside safe. Store them inside. Small enough to fit. Safe inside.
“What are you talking about, what do you mean inside-”
He felt his eyes widen as the voices started to rapidly chant those last two words excessively in his mind, but as he thought about it more… It wasn't a bad idea. He had learned that his piglin half allowed for him to hold things in his stomach without them being digested, he had never tried it with anything living though. He lifted you tiny body closer to his face to look you over, you weren’t the biggest thing he's ‘taken in’ but you were longer, but he was sure he could do it. He gave a quiet whisper to your still sleeping form,” I’m sorry to do this without your permission.”
“Techno we will break down this door.”
“Wow, I never knew that the Blade would be so scared to hide in his home.”
“Techno we really only just need a moment of your time.”
He gave a low rumbling growl in his chest as he heard the trio poking at his ego, but he had to focus on getting you safe first, he brought your body up to his mouth and took a slight sniff. You smelled like you always did with the undertones of drying blood and a faint scent of that horrid egg, it made him more angry as he slid you tiny legs into his mouth. He used his tongue to cover his sharper teeth and kept you away from his tusks, and couldn’t help the quiet mur at your taste, though he couldn’t savor it for long as he tilted his head up quickly when he heard his door get forcefully opened. He gulped hard as your form slid downwards, nearly coughing as you got a little hung up in his chest but began climbing up the ladder once he felt you slide into his stomach. He slightly balked at how your entrance made his stomach make a loud and somewhat satisfied grumble, but he ignored it when he opened his trapdoor with a low growl at the three men standing in his living room and tracking in snow.
You felt horrible, it felt like your entire body was throbbing and it was as if you were soaked with sweat. You opened your eyes with a weak call for Techno, but for some reason all that you could see was darkness, you almost thought the suspicious stew gave you blindness. You began to notice things that cleared this first thought, your body was forced into a curled up position due to some force that surrounded you completely, you were also coated with a strange and warm liquid. You called for Techno agin, and yelped in surprise when the walls suddenly collapsed into you and you felt a loud rumbling caused your containment to shake. You soon came to realize that the rumbling was Techno’s voice, only super amplified and sounding much louder.
“What gives you the right to enter my home and track in snow everywhere?”
You pressed against the walls once more, feeling how soft and organic the walls felt, you also placed your ear to the walls and could hear what sounded like whooshing and a low thumping sound that was eerily similar to a heartbeat. Your now growing concerns were firmly cemented when the walls began to rub against your body with a low gurgling sound. Putting two and two together you realized that you were in a stomach, Techno’s stomach to be exact. It really took everything in your power to not start screaming and thrashing to get out, but you paused when you felt a rhythmic tapping from one the walls, the motion continuing as you pressed against the wall.
“Are you done searching, they're not here and I would like to clean up the mess you made in MY home.”
Techno kept up his angry glare as the three interlopers left his home, shrugging off the demon's attempt of handing him what looked to be a pamphlet about the wonders of siding with the egg, and quickly slammed the door behind them and locked it tightly. He gave a low sigh as he watched them for a moment before moving to sit in the chair you had once sat in, resting his hand over his stomach to feel the tense form hidden within. “I’m sorry that I had to do this to you, I didn’t have that many options, but I swear on my life that you are completely safe.” He waited a moment to see how you would react, getting worried about how still you were and was about to ask you if you were ok until he had to bite back a laugh as he felt a ticklish inside.
“Ha, what are you- haha.”
You couldn’t help the impish smile on your face as your confinement was shaken around by the sound of Technos laughter, you were so going to get revenge for this happening to you, rubbing at the silken walls of the stomach with earnest,” I always told you that you were soft on the inside despite acting all tough.” Your own laughter rang out as the walls pressed into you as the piglin hybrid tried to still your movements, they were actually successful as you were forced into a ball.
“Alright you brat, I thought I told you to stop spreading that around.” The piglin hybrid was breathing heavily after your internal onslaught, he really couldn’t remember the last time he laughed that hard, or even heard you laugh. He pressed a little harder on the bump that you made to remind himself that you were with him and safe, you were one of the few people who never backstabbed him, even when the two of you parted ways in the past; it was peaceful. He felt his stomach rumble slightly and couldn’t stop the belch that rippled its way past his tusks, bringing back up a wisp of your surprisingly good flavor, and made him blush hard as you started laughing again. “Don’t laugh at me, I'm the one using my body to protect you, remember.”
Your smile softened and you used your hands to rub at the wall, both feeling and hearing the pleased rumbles from the body around you,” and I’m eternally grateful for that, but your body doesn’t seem to be complaining with how much it's squeezing me.” You did your best to stifle your laugh as the loud ‘HEH’ shook your confinements once more,” but really… I can’t thank you enough for this Techno, I probably would have died if it wasn’t for you, those egg bastards would have really sacrificed me to that nasty thing.” You pressed your body further into the wall and the feeling of his fingers just outside it, feeling completely safe for the first time in a long while.
Techno couldn’t help the light gasp that escaped him as he felt your small body press itself into his hand, he felt a massive wave of protectiveness for your tiny form, you were completely at his mercy; and his to protect them.
Safe. safe. Protected. Never hurt again. Safe. never leave us. Safe. safe. Kill those egg bastards
The voices were buzzing about his head happily, feeding off the warm feelings and making him feel calmer than when he did when you first entered his door. He did feel a wave of anxiousness though, what would happen when he let you out, would the eggpire come back to hunt you again if they saw you and you couldn't reach him again in time. He slowly rubbed against your form,” will you reconsider my offer from before, the Syndicate would keep you safe from the eggpire, plus I still need to get back at you for the last time we played chess; I know you cheat.”
You smiled softly to yourself as you snuggled further into the grumbling wall,” I think I will, and if I know you well enough, the code names are greek mythology-based,” you laughed when you felt the giant body freeze around you in surprise,” I knew it, you've never been that subtle with your love of those stories. I think I’d like my name to be Deimos for my similar desire to cause those bastards the same amount of dread they have already spread through the server.” You smiled when you felt the happy rumble of the piglin around you, voicing how it's ‘considered done’, you curled further into the pleasantly warm walls,” I hope you don’t mind me falling asleep in here, your surprisingly comfortable and I think I deserve a none-potion induced nap,” You snickered when the man gave another loud ‘HEH’ in confusion, but ignored his confused questioning as you focused on the sounds of the massive body around you, the giant heart beating smoothly as it quickly lulled you into a dreamless sleep.
This will be the post where I do my best to place each of the readers into a canon that would mesh well as an alternative to the pre-existing canon, doing the best I can manage since I can’t catch every stream/vod. If you guys have any ideas that you think would work well I am happy to implement them to make a better flow. I will have them sectioned under each Pred and their specific reader will get their own title, such as Dream’s reader will be written as D-reader and so forth. I hope you guys enjoy these little story bits. Will continue to be updated as new ideas and stories are made.
This is just for fun and an explanation for the small nitpick that's always mentioned in other reader insert stories.
Dream
D-reader came into the server just before Tommy did, but decided against living near the community house and the rest of the server since they were an explorer at heart. They helped a lot with mapping the general area and helped newer members find places to build their homes.
They decided to remain neutral during the time of the disk saga, though sided more with Dreams side when asked, finding that the whole issue could have been solved way sooner and that fighting over disks was childish. The only thing that they contributed was to hide the disks for a short while (which explained why Tommy didn’t find them in Dreams base when using the composter glitch) and returned them to Dream when he went to trade.
During the L’Manberg war D-reader decided to spend some time traveling away from all of the drama, which did cause some strife between them and Dream, they were clear that they didn’t want to be part of another scuffle, but still gifted supplies to Dream when asked.
They return to the main smp towards the middle of the L’Manbergian elections era, becoming quick allies with J-reader and helping them with their legal potion shop near Nikki’s bakery, despite being nearly killed by Tommy a few times for being ‘just as bad as the green bitch’. They quickly leave the main Smp again once jschlatt becomes presidant and banning their new ally.
They return just in time for Dream to have them to begin placing war flags around the smp in secret, letting the rest of the server to still believe them to be traveling, though feeling guilt, they start providing supplies for Tommy in secret.
They join the rest of the smp to confront Jschlatt in the Campervan and are the one’s to help J-reader to return to their normal size, but not before having to flee the area when Philza joins the Smp and everything descends into madness, realizing that the supplies that they gathered for Dream were to help Techno create withers. They get into a large argument with Dream over this one the danger has ended, but are quickly brought back to his side with little resistance.
They then spent the majority of their time helping J-reader with their trama, working with Sam on creating the giant prison, and going on secret visits to Tommy after following Dream secretly to Logstedshire, promising to hide a set of armor and weapons hidden from Dream safe in their own ender chest for when he needs them but will do nothing more than that for him. They do visit Tommy’s beach party to comfort him once Dream logged off, but leaves when Tommy screams at them not to pity them.
They rush back to logstedshire once Dream returns to their home ranting about Tommy not listening to him and keeping secrets, having to first calm down Dream. They arrive just in time to see Tommy coming off his tower, agreeing with the boy that dream was manipulating him, but refusing to run away with him once Tommy points out that they also are being manipulated. They subtlely point him in the direction of Techno's home, Having found the cabin themselves while looking for their own place to fully move away from the drama.
They have one last meeting with Dream before his battle with Tommy and Tubbo, somewhat complimenting them for his idea of controlling everyone's attachments, but telling him that his methods screwed up that idea. Dream then tells them about how he has a backup plan if everything goes wrong, he has the knowledge of a revive book and can use it as a bargaining chip. They don’t believe the idea will really work, but wish him the best as they explain that they were leaving the area completely to avoid being pulled into another battle. They give Dream a map to where their new base is, stating that it can be a place for him to hide away when he finally stops trying to control everything. (This map is how Sam finds them in the story)
Jshlatt
J-Reader joined the smp with the rush of new members before the election era, but quickly because rivals with Wilbur as instead of running a drug caravan, they open up a true potion shop with the help of D-reader.
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I've been dying to do a g/t story with our newly revived Wilbur. I've had a opening line in my mind for a few days now, either as a character story or another reader insert. I just need to work out the rest of it and then write it down
“Well well, look how small and defenses you are, you could be bowled over by a gust of wind, ” The giant gave a nasty smirk as he looked down at the tiny being in his hands, resist brown eyes lit up with a mixture of malicious intent and pure amusement. “Theres so many things that could hurt you, shouldn't you be happy that I'm the one that found you, I can easily protect you~” The words left his lips in a rumbling purr that made ____ shiver in fear.
