#pred!virgil

[your-fave-is-a-pred]

Prester Virgil from Corporate Clash is a pred!

[left-for-carrion]

Intro!Post

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 ↺ |◁ II ▷| ⇆ 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

𓆩♡𓆪 ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ, ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ - ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ blog tags:

roach's killer - gore/snuff stuff. block if you don't want to see that

roach's scars - sh stuff, please block this tag if you don't wish to see that sort of thing

roach's mutt - stuff about me being a mutt/petplay

roach's angel - stuff about me being an angel

roach's god - stuff about me being a god/my worshippers

roach's rambles - just random stuff not always kink related

roach's doctor - med kink stuff

roach's stalker - stalking fantasy stuff

roach's robot - robotic kink stuff

roach.exe - things relating to my malware sona, Virgil!

ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: ᴍᴏᴏɴʟɪɢʜᴛ - xxxᴛᴇɴᴛᴀᴄɪᴏɴ

I don't really do dnis anymore, besides NO MINORS ALLOWED, I'll just block you if I don't fuck with with it.

𓆩♡𓆪 ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: ʜᴀᴜɴᴛ ᴍᴇ (x 3) - ᴛᴇᴇɴ ꜱᴜɪᴄɪᴅᴇ

!Warning!

This blog is fucking heavy, sh, gore, stalker stuff, ect. exists here. I do writing/art, so send requests if you want

I'm Roach/Laika on this blog, usually Opium on anon. If you came looking and see this, hi, you found me <3

I'm the god of mutilation of the self and others, your angel [if you want] and a mutt that needs to be put down.

Also askgame masterpost: [everything I'm particapting in atm]

Roach's Masterpost Of Askgames: Aqua: Top or bottom? Azure: What’s your biggest turn-on? Baby Blue: Have you ever had sex with someone of

𓆩♡𓆪 ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: ɢᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴡ - Qᴜᴇᴇɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏɴᴇ ᴀɢᴇ

About me:

The world's best trans chaser, start running <3

22

Godkin - The God Of Self-Mutilation

Muttkin - Guard dog/Service dog of indeterminable breeds

Angelkin - Guardian angel

Dollkin - Combat doll turned service doll

Not a human. Never a human.

Not dating anyone and open to anyone even if I am [unless we discuss it being otherwise].

Mainly, not exclusively, T4T

Open to RP

Writer/Artist, send requests

Fantasy/Scene stalker and stalkee [CNC]

Lapsed Catholic

An absolute slut for fighting kinks <3

I do do pictures/nudes, I only send them to mutuals though. [Feel free to ask <3]

ADHD, BPD, Nonverbal

I use Discord

DMs open

𓆩♡𓆪 ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴜᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴀʟᴋ - ᴀᴜꜱᴛᴇɴʏᴏ Service dom + sub Anatomy is whatever you want it to be, I don't really care

𓆩♡𓆪 ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: ꜱᴘɪʀᴀᴄʟᴇ - ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ

Kinks list:

[Faves in bold] 

[All are giving AND receiving :3]

[Not complete, anything not in limits is open]

[What I’m craving has ♡ next to it]

Fighting/Arena/Ring ♡

Worship

Cannibalism

Petplay

Robot/Objectum

Medical

Bimboification/himboification [giving and recieving] [my name is Sherrie only for bimbo and Shawn for himbo]

Intoxication

Fauxcest [Sibling/parent <3]

Public Sex

Plushie Transformation

Role reversal ♡

Overstimulation

Edging

Piss, anything related to piss ♡

Stalker/Stalking ♡

Woundfucking ♡

Snuff ♡

Body modification

CNC [The word rape is allowed, I don't personally use it much however]

Object Insertion

Knife Play ♡

Forcemasc [giving and receiving]

Forcefem [giving and receiving[

Primal [Pred, although idm prey]

𓆩♡𓆪 ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: ʟʏᴅɪᴀ - ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ꜱᴜꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛ Limits:

[you can still follow if you like these, I just don't wanna do anything related to them]

[All of these are hard, I have no soft boundaries as of this post, so no negotiations]

Detrans from a non-trans person [if you’re trans, welcome <3]

Human Pregnancy

Race play

Orientation play

𓆩♡𓆪 ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: ᴋᴀᴛᴀᴍᴀʀɪ - ꜰᴇᴍᴛᴀɴʏʟ

Fandoms:

Hannibal NBC

Ultrakill

Vocaloid [Purely for Miku <3]

Portal 1 & 2

𓆩♡𓆪 ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟɪᴇꜱ ꜰᴇʟʟ - ꜱᴜʙ ᴜʀʙᴀɴ

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 ↺ |◁ II ▷| ⇆ 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

[shamenaess]

More Concepts

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

[percimmonhellyeah]

Finding a Home - Moxiety Vore

Patton gets trapped in a snowstorm while finding a new place to live, but a certain human couldn’t stand to see him die.

Ship: Pred!Virgil x Prey!Patton

Word Count: 2.1k

tw: detailed vore, unwilling prey, mentions of death, mentions of chewing

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“No, no, no…” Patton muttered as the snowstorm howled.

Not in a million years did Patton think he’d get caught in a snowstorm. He thought of himself as a smart borrower and always made sure to get home as soon as he borrowed what he needed, but now he had no home to go to now… Once the owners of the last home he lived in found out about his presence, they started placing mice traps and locking all their food. He wasn’t safe and had to move, as much as he didn’t want to. Finding another home as a borrower was a nightmare and just living outside guaranteed he’d be mauled to death by some stray cat or racoon. But now it seemed like there was no hope in finding a new home as he was now stuck in a forest. The snow made it terribly hard to see anything. His hands turned an icy blue and his feet felt numb trying to walk through the thick snow. Finally, a gush of wind made him collapse near a tree.

Patton was too tired to get up from where he laid. The big snowflakes started to pour down on him, covering his tiny frail body more and more. Tears ran down his face and into the snowy floor as he laid there, helpless. His limbs became numb and it was hard to move out of the snow pile that got bigger every minute. Time seemed to slow as his mind went fuzzy. His heart started to slow, now becoming too tired to even cry, the tears from before freezing on his face. He knew he was going to die, so he watched as the snowflakes fall to the ground, trying to enjoy the little time he had left, until the ground suddenly rumbled.

Patton knew what was coming, and so desperately wanted to get away. He didn’t want to die by a human’s hand. At least nature seemed more forgiving to him than any human ever would be. A human would only torture him over and over again until they got bored of his existence or they’d lock him in a cage as some kind of pet. With all his might, he tried to push himself away from the terrifying human who was looking at him. His sniffles were drowned out by the roaring wind that froze his limbs. The ground rumbled all around him as the human finally got down on their knees, staring into his soul. Their eyes seemed locked right on him as he closed his eyes, bracing himself for the absolute worst.

“You’re gonna be okay, I promise…”

Patton opened his eyes, shocked at how softly they spoke. Their eyes beamed with concern as he watched in horror their hands go right to him. Quickly, he balled up, wanting this nightmare to end. His world went dark and became just a bit warmer. He opened his eyes again, confusion and shock pulsing through his body. The human hadn’t killed him. Instead, they simply cupped them in their hands. He was glad to finally start to warm up a bit again, but he knew better than to trust the human, even if it seemed they were trying to help. Now that his limbs were starting to warm up, he tried to pry open their fingers.

“Don’t hurt me, ple- please…” Patton said, his voice hoarse from not speaking for a while.

A rush of wind hit Patton’s face, and he looked down in horror, seeing the human was now standing up. He bolted back inside, wanting more warmth. He was surprised just how gentle they were being especially if they stood up without him noticing. Maybe his mind was still too fuzzy to really notice their movements. He snuggled into their palms, just wanting more warmth. It wasn’t like he could stop them from whatever horrible thing they were planning to do with him. A few moments of silence passed until they spoke.

“I know this looks bad but- but I promise you’ll- you’ll be fine…”

Suddenly, Patton felt the gigantic hands move and be lifted into an even darker and warmer place. He didn’t know where he was at first, but, finally, his heart sank.

“Please don’t eat me! Please!” Patton begged as he tried to hold onto one of their fingers, but it was no use as he was gently pushed into their warm mouth. His heart raced as he felt the tongue beneath him move him in even more, tears trailing down his face again. The mouth suddenly closed, his hand brushing onto one of their teeth. Quickly, he balled himself up, hoping the human would at least make this a quick death. He waited for their teeth to crack his head open or tear off a limb, but nothing happened. A warm breath flowed over his tiny body as he curled up on their tongue, still bawling his eyes out. He didn’t dare open his eyes, scared to see their sharp menacing teeth and the gullet he’d soon be going down.

Patton shuddered and cringed as the tongue started to lick every nook and cranny of his frail, tiny body. He yelped as he was pressed up against the roof of their mouth. He choked as he wept harder. His body couldn’t stop shaking as he waited for his death, knowing it would be slow and painful. Finally, the tongue dropped, no longer feeling the pressure of the slimy muscle. There was stillness after, as if the human just froze and became a statue. He dared open his eyes, the first thing in his vision was their teeth. Looking down, he saw the slimy pink tongue he laid on.

Suddenly, Patton started to slide down to their massive throat. He quickly tried to hold onto the tongue, but now he was much too tired from the cold he was once in and from crying an entire storm’s worth of tears. His legs were quickly swallowed down as he made one more weak attempt to hold onto the tongue. After a while, the human had stopped swallowing him, a small hope building inside him. Did they change their mind? Would they let him out? Soon, a thought came to him. Even if they did release him, he’d die from the bitter cold. He would die either way… Slowly, he let go of their tongue, absolutely exhausted. He laid his head down on the tongue, his eyes growing heavy. Finally, he felt them swallow him again, now fully entering their throat.

Patton’s world was fuzzy again as he felt the flesh push him down. It was almost soothing if it weren’t for the fact that he’d be buried in his grave soon. The throat massaged at his body, and the warmth was somewhat relaxing, much better than being frozen. He could hear the human’s heartbeat and their slow breathing. As much as he wanted out, he knew anything he’d try would just be pushed back down by their throat. He continued to listen to their breathing, trying to distract himself from his death below. Finally, he felt his legs enter into an open space, and soon his entire body fell into their stomach.

Patton simply laid down on the floor of the human’s stomach, until he suddenly remembered something. Quickly, he checked the tiny bag he had at his side and found the dagger he made. It was one of his best handy works he was somehow able to make. He found a thumb tack and hacked away at it with the smallest and strongest stone he could find. Picking it up, he looked over at the stomach walls, then back at his makeshift dagger. He stood up, pressing a hand into the stomach walls, cringing as he felt the sticky mucus collect on his hand. He walked, feeling his way around until he felt an unusual dip in the walls. The same strange type of dip continued to repeat until he realized… This human… This human ate other borrowers… The dips in the walls must’ve been scars left from another borrower who also had something sharp, something that’d hurt the human.

Then Patton finally realized what he was about to do. He would have to hurt someone if he wanted to live. Slowly, he looked back down at his dagger, exhausted, but he still wanted freedom. There was a very small chance, but it was still a chance at escaping this mess. He touched the walls again, feeling the scar. As steady as he could he took his dagger, ready to strike at the wall, but a voice in him screamed at him to stop. Nothing about this felt right, even if this were a human he’d hurt, a human that wanted him dead. An exhausted look spread across his face, trying to sort the thoughts that screamed in his head. He shuddered. He didn’t want to hurt anyone, not even this human. Slowly, he opened his bag again, and placed the dagger inside.

Patton laid back down on the floor, the warmth that surrounded him lulling him to sleep. At least he should sleep while he dies. He didn’t want to feel any pain and hoped death would at least come in his sleep. Slowly, his eyes closed, finally getting an eternal rest from his long-attempted journey to finding a new home. Or so he thought…

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After around an hour later, Patton woke up, his eyes slowly opening. He gasped, remembering where he was, but… he wasn’t dead? His eyes widened, absolutely confused at the fact that he was still somehow alive. Suddenly, he felt the walls press against him in a circular motion, realizing the human must be trying to rub him.

“Are you awake?” the human said, the voice echoing all around Patton.

“I- I’m awake!” he yelled, hoping the human heard him, “Let me- me out, please?”

Patton gasped as the stomach suddenly closed in on him. He closed his eyes as he felt himself being pushed up into the human’s throat, into their mouth, and finally outside onto their hands. He shivered, now cold due to being inside their stomach for so long. The room was dimly lit with just a fireplace to light the room. He looked out one of the windows, seeing it was already night.

“Take this,” the human whispered as he handed Patton a warm wet rag, “Sorry about getting you dirty.”

Patton quickly wiped off as much saliva as possible, happy to get himself at least somewhat clean, though, he was still cautious not to let his guard down in front of this human.

“My name’s Virgil, by the way. Yours?”

He blinked, stunned that the hu-… Virgil would ask such a question, especially to him. He was a borrower after all, a pet at best and a pest at worst.

“Pat- Patton…” he said, scared to death what they would do if he didn’t answer their questions.

“Are you feeling okay? Need anything?”

Patton blinked, again surprised at how kind they were being. A part of him wanted to trust Virgil while another said to run away. Quickly, he nodded no, curling in on himself. His heart raced and it felt as if a darkness was trying to choke him to death.

“You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to,” Virgil started, “but I can tell you’re bothered by something…”

Patton curled up even more. He desperately needed a new home and Virgil seemed nice enough to… save him. He blinked at the realization. Virgil had saved him. He must’ve been so scared and tired to comprehend what was happening that he didn’t think about that. Now that he thought about it, not a single drop of stomach acid was in their stomach. Maybe he could trust Virgil…

“I was looking for a new home when- when the owners of the old home found me and star- started putting mouse traps and locking all the food…” He hid his face in his knees, scared that Virgil would just crush him.

“Well, you can stay here if you want. I wouldn’t mind.”

“Really?”

Virgil simply nodded.

“Thank you…” Patton said, starting to cry.

Virgil smiled, gently trying to wipe his tears as they laid down on the couch they were sitting on. Slowly, they laid Patton on his chest. He quickly snuggled into it, listening to their heartbeat as they grabbed a blanket, covering both of them.

“Let’s sleep…” Virgil yawned.

Patton nodded as his eyes soon closed, happy to have found a home.

[brainr0tcntrl]

I don't think we see pred Virgil enough, any pairing you want! I'm not picky :3

Sassy prey Roman? Sassy prey Roman.

[fandomymous-anonymous]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23019301

Remus has an idea and Roman should probably think his wording over before he dares his brother to do something next time.

Safe, soft, and perfectly platonic vore. Unwilling prey but only for a little bit. Mentions of death but nothing happens.

When you dare your brother to eat you then he actually does it:

[baka-monarch]

Borrower/Pred Sander Sides AU!!!

(From left to right, top to bottom)

Pred!Deceit

Pred!Virgil

Human!Logan

Borrower!Remus

Borrower!Roman

Borrower!Patton

[your-fave-is-a-pred]

Virgil Sanders from Sanders Sides is a pred!

[s1desn4cks]

Sanders Sides Vóre headcannons

Patton:

*Always willing to snuggle in a tum to help out another side

*Likes to give belly rubs inside tums

*is mainly a prey but will swallow another side to help them feel better

*Tastes like the last thing he cooked or baked

*His stomach is very plush and feels like you’re surrounded by a warm blanket

Logan

*Most often a pred, and when he is a prey it’s either to Virgil or Remus.

*His stomach is a dark blue with white dots that look like stars

*Logan’s stomach blocks out most noises and is rather quiet so it’s a good place to relax

*He tastes like Crofters Jam

Roman

*Roman is almost always a pred. The only one who’s ever managed to actually swallow him was Remus.

*He squirms and complains if you even try to nom him.

*Roman usually noms the others if he feels like they’re in danger, or if his brother is having a fit.

*Roman doesn’t enjoy nomming, and especially hates releasing prey afterwards as he finds it ‘undignified’.

Remus

*He’s both a pred and prey, often asking the others to swallow him or be swallowed themselves.

*He loves having his prey squirm and will often toy with them or scare them before swallowing them down.

*Remus loves having more than one prey in his stomach, and often goes after Janus and Patton for their willingness to be swallowed.

*He has a higher urge to swallow others because of his role as intrusive thoughts

*Remus has a dark green stomach that is constantly making noise. His stomach has light green glowing veins in it that makes it look almost like it’s made of plants.

*He has fits where he looses control of his urge to swallow other sides. This usually ends in a lot of fearplay and chasing with most of the sides in his stomach by the end of it.

Virgil

*His stomach is a light purple and glows slightly.

*When he is having a panic attack or on the verge of one, he will find either Patton, Janus, or Logan and request to be nommed so h can calm down.

*He is usually nommed rather than being a pred, but when he does nom someone it’s usually because he needs reassurance that they’re safe.

*He gets the urge to nom the others almost as much as Remus so he can know that they’re safe, however it’s not as intense and he tends to ig or it until he can no longer stand it anymore.

Janus

*His stomach is a light yellow and tends to be cooler in temperature because he is cold blooded.

*He is open about enjoying nomming someone because the warmth from his stomach will spread throughout his body, however he secretly enjoys being nommed.

*When he starts to get too cold he will go to Remus or Virgil and ask to be nommed so he can warm up.

*His favorite person to nom is Patton because of the belly rubs.

[just-a-karla]

Warmth

I don’t know how good this will be but I want to try this like writing!! Still really new to G/T and soft vore and I’m curious and ready to explore a little, especially if I can make it cute and make someone smile X3!! Please feel free to leave asks or prompts for my music or writing I’d love to see them! ^-^

Warnings: Hypothermia, Frostbite, references to genocide.

Word count: 1661 words

Pairing: Moxiety

Virgil ran quick his eyes narrowing as he did, it was raining and he could feel his body straining up. His eyes that were once narrowing was now blurring as he felt himself start freezing. He let out a small cry in pain. “Is someone out there please please I have got Hypothermia please help please,” he pleaded out and looked down at his fingertips which were going a sickly blue and he felt nauseous, he tried to scream out for help again but being so small only 5 inches the chances of him being heard especially in the rain was small.

But that was not the case someone did hear him, a young man who worked as a club singer at a friend's bar had just gotten off work and was walking home and that would be Patton Thornheart who talked in his softest voice. “Hey is someone there, that’s not some good words and noises I heard, where are you and can I help?”

Virgil fell limp his body was fighting with his mind as he now could see he had hoped there was hope, “Yes please down here near the wall.”

Patton looked over there and he saw the tiny and how badly they needed help as his skin was turning his favorite color but it didn’t suit him and made Patton feel sick seeing the sight, it took Patton five seconds of shock before he scooped up the tiny in his hands gently. He shifted Virgil to be in one hand and placed his hand over the other hand to help keep Virgil warmer and safer from the still pouring rain, he then started walking as quickly as he could to his cottage on the edge of the city closer to the forest, but Patton didn’t want to run in fear of hurting Virgil. He made it to his cottage and quickly went in. “Well, I am home and your safe it’s all okay kiddo it’s okay. Do you have a name and are you hungry?”

Virgil poked out of Patton’s fingers cutely which made Patton’s heart melt. Slowly but surely he talked cautiously still though, “No I ate well-finding scraps of a restaurant and my name is Virgil Storm, what about you I need your name too so?”

Patton blushed at Virgil he was just so small and sweet but also sassy. He went to his couch and laid down and carefully paced Virgil on his chest in which he snuggled up to straight (ha) away. “Patton Thornheart…” Virgil smiled and snuggled up to his chest again. “This is nice… Won’t lie this reminds me of the stories of the others. You know the witches, the vampires, the ghosts, you know the preds that would take care of burrowers and tinies and sometimes willing fae prey but all the preds all got wiped out by those mean beans that call themselves humans beans and then prey get helpless and die, I was born after all the obvious but I’ve heard stories about them and I wish they weren’t all gone. Sorry I don’t mean to offend you if anything I’m trying to compliment you because you remind me of them, it’s like this feeling of safety and warmness and you feel like that with you like an aura.”

“You sure about that whole ‘all got wiped out’ part?” Patton smirked a little and giggled a little and lifted one hand where a light blue light wispy light he traced that light with his hand down his body softly as he shut his deep brown eyes in bliss and as he did his illusion or a normal bean went down and his soft blue swirl markings appeared all over his body again and he opened his eyes again and his REAL light blue glowing eyes were there instead. Virgil’s jaw hit the ground seeing this and it suddenly made sense, he went to talk but couldn’t find the words at all and Patton giggled a little and helped him out, “Yes I’m a Witch pred and before you ask I got through because I have some REALLY good friendships and that’s all, and you aren’t the first prey I’ve seen. My pred ghost friend named Logan as a prey tiny named Remus, oh oh then my friend who is a vampire pred named Roman has a fae prey named Dee, well that isn’t his name but only Roman knows his real name because you know the whole thing with Fae and names and he is our little firecracker of a prey if he thinks something is wrong, trust me oh you’ll know oh and lastly Remy who is a demon pred has a little prey named Emile who is a forest nymph, sorry sorry that was like a rant kiddo but no matter what I mean is you are not alone here.”
 “That all sounds so amazing and so you can do the thingy? You have the safe pouch-like stomach, could I go in there for a while then maybe please it could help with me being nice and warm like I heard it is in there and I’m warm enough now that it would be safe,” Virgil asked nervously and shifting anxious, still not sure if he could trust Patton but he also felt so safe and warm. His heart was beating for the first time in what has felt like forever.

“Oh yeah I can do that and I’m a little hungry myself so that would be a good idea, and it’s perfectly safe I promise. Besides, I can get you out anytime you want anyway! Logan has helped me be able to do this with Remus’ help too, but now I’m an expert so it will be all good and safe.”
 Virgil smiled brighter at that, “Then yes please I would love that please do that my witch.”

“Awwwwww!” Patton cooed a little, scooping Virgil up to the tip of his lips again at that, “So do you want to walk in or want me to put you in myself, I’m okay either way.”

He giggled again at how sweet Patton was, and he left the smallest little kiss on Patton’s lips, “So-sorry it just felt right, I don’t know if that is normal or Pred and you can put me in that would be nice.”

“It’s all okay verge, it was very very cute, I’ve seen Dee, Remus and Rem all do it but they are also dating their Preds… Oh we can talk about that another time but maybe we could try sometime in the future, but right now I’m worried about you being nice and warm and getting a night of good sleep!”

“A smaller boyfriend that would be nice, also you ready soon?” Virgil giggles and teases.

“Yes! Let’s go,” Patton said with a giggle themselves.

Patton lifted his hand slightly and opened his mouth, and then tilted them so Virgil would slide into his mouth almost like a water slide. As soon as Virgil hit his tongue he melted a little as he tasted like a sour patch kid almost, his sourness but then also the hints of sweetness, his eyes shined brighter happily at just all of this. His tongue started to swirl Virgil around softly, and Virgil giggled happily ready to be swallowed but also enjoying this part too, and wiggle a little happy at the feeling.

His body continued to be swirled in Patton’s mouth with soft sucking and licking. The feeling was damp but strangely nice to Virgil There were soft vibrations as Patton said, “You ‘aste so so good ‘irgil.”

Before long Patton finally tilted his head back to start swallowing Virgil. It was slow and gentle as Virgil was the first to start to go down. Then, in one quick moment, the rest of him went in, it was tight but he still could move a little so that helped his nerves. His descend was really like a really fast water ride and he couldn’t help but giggle a little again, the muscles working to keep him safe still insured him that he would be safe through this ride until he plopped into the pouch softly with a little bounce.

Patton giggled softly at the feeling making small vibrations in it and then Virgil talked amazed. “It’s… glowy and bouncy and soft and warm like a pillow pile almost…”

Virgil snuggled up to one of the stomaches walls and the soft cuddly floor, and Patton smiled a little at that. “Yeah, it is.”

Patton used his magic to bring a blanket over to him as he snuggled up in it on the couch. They both felt safe and warm and loved and just so so happy. He hadn’t done this for real until this other than Remus helping him practice or when any of the other prey missed their prey or afraid and just needed to be eaten so they can be safe or feel not alone but Virgil was the first real genuine time. The warm in the stomach made the frostbite and Hypothermia completely forgotten in his mind and he just knew this warmth, it was warm now, and despite just meeting Patton he knew now and felt like he would protect him no matter what. Virgil smiled softly at that thought, but then quickly decided to voice those thoughts. “Patt, you are so so good and amazing you know that right?”

“Awwwww thank you so so much kiddo!” He cooed softly, settling on the couch and under the blanket, which kept him warm himself, “You feeling better and no longer hurt or cold?”

“Yeah no longer hurt and now nice and warm, I’m better,” Virgil said with a smile and nuzzled up to Patton’s stomach wall, he cuddled up and fell asleep snuggled up close to his witches stomach walls just as Patton himself fell asleep with a soft smile.

[shamenaess]

Some Vore Concepts

- 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 there 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

Okay I was going to make more anyway but whatever

[percimmonhellyeah]

Reality - Thomxiety Vore

Virgil never thought he’d ever end up in the physical world, one of his worst nightmares, but thank goodness Thomas has a solution.

Ship: Thomas (Character) x Prey!Virgil

Word Count: 3.5k

tw: very detailed vore, implied digestion

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It was around six o’clock when the sun slowly started to rise from its slumber and start to brighten the day. The sky turned a light blue as morning came to wake everyone up. Thomas’ room was quiet as usual, nothing disturbing his sleep from last night. Though, while in a dream, he noticed he didn’t feel quite like himself. It almost felt like a part of him had vanished, but he simply pushed those thoughts to the side, thinking it might’ve just been Remus messing with him again like usual. By the morning, he’d feel okay, right?

The warm, moving floor suddenly woke up Virgil, too sleepy to really process what was happening. Slowly, he glanced around realizing this wasn’t the last place he slept. Confusion only filled his racing head. “Where in the world am I?” Virgil thought, a bit of anxiety starting to flow through him. Looking up, he saw what seemed to be a large fabric on top of him. The warmth between the moving floor and the giant piece of fabric seemed to try and make him fall asleep. Though, suddenly, a sharp realization hit him. As farfetched as his idea was, it only seemed to be the most reasonable explanation. It seemed to be the only explanation! As scared as he was, he begrudgingly tried to crawl his way out from under the gigantic fabric that was keeping him trapped.

 As soon as Virgil saw an opening, he quickly crawled out into the light. A chillness instantly hit him as he crawled out and it took a while for his eyes to properly adjust. But as soon as his eyes adjusted, he wanted to go back under the blankets as he saw the giant head of Thomas. The moving floor he was crawling on must’ve been Thomas’ stomach and the big fabric was the blanket. The small side shook in fear. He never remembered being summoned. Had his nightmares come to life? Quickly, he slapped his face, hoping to knock some sense into himself but it only hurt. Hurt!? Being hurt physically only happened to Thomas. Since all the sides were in Thomas’ mind, they couldn’t physically get hurt. He touched the cheek he slapped and noticed that it was still sore. This was a living nightmare… He got stuck into reality…

“T-T-Thomas?” Virgil stuttered as he stood up on top of Thomas’ chest. Looking down, he saw how Thomas’ chest moved up and down with each breath the giant took in his slumber.  He slowly walked over toward the massive head, shaking a bit due to the moving chest below him. “Thomas?” He whispered, even more quieter than the last. The fear inside him tried to take over but he made sure to keep some composure and maybe figure out what exactly was happening. Momentarily, he glanced to the giant window that he had seen many times before in the morning when Thomas would get out of bed, but now seeing it with his own eyes felt weird. All the sides were able to tune into what Thomas was looking at but to see with his own eyes while Thomas was sound asleep was quite scary.

Virgil knew quite a few of the sides would love to have a physical body instead of being stuck in Thomas’ mind all day every day, but a lot of things about reality scared him. He’d have to manage without the other sides if he wanted to live in Thomas’ reality. Physically getting hurt was something he never wished to experience, and he intended to keep that. As crazy as it sounded, he wanted to stay inside Thomas’ mind where all he needed to deal with was his emotional hurt. The small side continued to walk toward Thomas’ face, a scrap of hope keeping him from breaking down.

Virgil finally made it up to Thomas’ face and gently touched the bottom of his chin. Fear flowed all over his body as he touched the bottom of Thomas' smooth chin, though he wasn't entirely sure why he felt so scared near Thomas. He knew this person for his entire life! He was a part of him! So why was he trembling now? His tiny feet felt Thomas’ heartbeat underneath him, making his whole body seem to pulse in rhythm with it. Out of curiosity, he placed two fingers to his neck, mesmerized at how in sync their heartbeats were. It calmed him down a bit more and gave him the courage to finally try and wake up Thomas.

Quickly, Virgil tried to scramble up his chin but soon fell. He once again tried to climb up onto Thomas’ face. It felt he finally got a foothold until his foot suddenly slipped and he tumbled down onto the bed. It took him a moment to know where he was. A dizziness in his head made him feel like his body was twisting and turning in all the wrong directions and his head only seemed to grow heavier as he tried to stand. Finally, after a full minute, he was able to see where he was.

Virgil’s world felt like it completely crashed down as he looked up at the giant. He knew it was only Thomas, but tears quickly started to flow down to the bed. Instinctively, he backed away, his nerves completely acting up, making him see only a giant who could hurt him in this giant world. As he continued to back up, Thomas started to wake up and slowly sat up. The tiny legs that carried Virgil failed him, feeling too weak to even stand up. He crawled backwards, wanting to get away as far away from the giant as possible. Tears completely covered his vision, the giant’s fast movements scaring him. It scared him so much that his hand slipped once again, and he started to tumble off the bed.

Frantically, Virgil grabbed on to the bedsheets, the height of where he was terrifying him. His head pounded and rang, only heightening his anxiety and fear. The floor to him was a death sentence, and if he let go, he knew he was done for. He used up every ounce of strength in his body to try and pull himself back up, but it was no use. The small side dangled into what seemed like death itself waiting for him to drop into the abyss. Finally, he felt the bed suddenly bounce from the giant crashing back down onto the bed, making him let go and finally fall to the ground.

Time seemed to slow down as Virgil’s tiny body fell. In his heart, he was convinced no one would save him from his perilous fall. Doom only seemed to lure him further to the ground until something abruptly stopped his descent. He shook his head, confused at what just exactly happened but soon noticed the uncanny amount of warmth he felt while laying down. Once he got his senses back together, realization hit him. The enormous fingers seemed to tower over him as he was lifted up close to the giant’s face. He cowered, scrunching up into a ball, crying into his knees, the salty tear dripping down onto the ferocious beast that held him. Instead of falling to his death, maybe this would be the end of him. He only hoped it would be quick.

“Virgil?”, Virgil heard the giant say in the most concerned voice he’d ever heard. How did they know his name? They called out his name again, making the small side cower even more. The constant pounding from his head plus the dizziness that spread through his tiny body made it hard for him to think much at all, but after a good minute, the giant’s voice sounded soothing, and almost familiar… A warmth completely wrapped him that he hadn’t expected, and he heard the thump of something nearby. It was something he’d hear when one of the other sides would embrace him when he wasn’t feeling all that good.

“Virgil? Are you okay?” The giant said again. Virgil, as much as he thought it’d hurt him, dared to look up at the giant’s face, and suddenly the hazy, black mist that concealed his eyes from seeing the truth, uncovered a beady eyed Thomas Sanders. A sigh of relief filled his lungs as he smiled and continued to look up at his host. Never in his life did he think just seeing Thomas would fill him with such joy. He cuddled into his chest and cried again, not because of an overwhelming fear, but because he had finally found some solace in what felt like an inescapable situation. No longer did he feel scared in this gentle giant’s grasp but only the tender love of someone he knew would never try to hurt him.

Both Thomas and Virgil simply enjoyed each other’s presence for a few minutes, both wanting to calm down from the situation. Thomas gently started to pet Virgil with his index finger and Virgil quickly leaned into it, the pure bliss of comfort taking over his whole body. It almost felt like everything was still normal and he was still in his room in Thomas’ mind. He really wished it were like that, but reality soon came back to him. He had to get back in Thomas’ mind, but how?

“Are you good now, Virgil?” Thomas asked, his voice as soft as the moon rising.

“I-… I’m good now,” Virgil said to his giant friend.  

“Why don’t we get some breakfast to eat?”

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Virgil sat down on Thomas’ table as he cooked some pancakes and bacon for both of them. His stomach was grumbling for something to eat and it would be nice to have a full belly before he talked to Thomas about how to get back in his head. He couldn’t wait to go back, even if it meant dealing with all the other sides’ company again. Suddenly, the thought of Patton popped into his head. “I wonder if they’re worried that I’m gone…” he thought to himself, “I wonder if they’ve even notice I’m missing…” He looked down at the table trying not to entertain the thought lest he cry and break down again.

The scent of pancakes and bacon filled the air as Thomas brought over breakfast. His stomach growled, having wanted something to eat since they came downstairs. He smiled when Thomas placed the giant tea plate with food next to him. The food also seemed to be small enough so he could easily eat. Thomas soon sat down just across from Virgil with his regular sized plate, which looked enormous compared to his size.

“Sorry I couldn’t find any plates that were for your size, but I hope the tea plate’s fine,” Thomas said, his voice a bit groggy from his tiredness.

“It’s okay… Thanks for making me breakfast,” Virgil said, yawning.

Virgil soon took a bite at his awaiting pancakes and bacon. Instantly, joy rushed through his entire tiny body. Something about eating like this, in the physical world, made the food taste more enjoyable. He practically scarfed down everything off his plate at once without uttering a single word to Thomas. The other simply looked in awe at just how fast he was eating. Even though he was still tiny, he certainly still had much strength. He continued to eat and waited until Virgil was done.

After a good ten minutes, both were done eating their hearty breakfast. Thomas simply smiled at Virgil, wanting to make him feel as welcomed as possible, even with the situation they were both in. Virgil was laying down on the table after he ate but soon sat back up, only to see Thomas warmly smile at him. A blush quickly covered his entire tiny face, and he tried to hide it, even though it was very obvious his face was bright red. 

“Are you full now, Virgil?” Thomas said, his voice tender and sweet.

“I-I’m good… Sorry for stuffing my face so quickly…” Virgil squeaked, his voice a bit shaky.

“It’s okay… Sometimes I do that, too! Now, about how to get back in my head…”

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Both Thomas and Virgil had a great time together that day, watching movies, playing games, and simply talking to each other. As anxious as Virgil was being completely separate from Thomas’ mind, he knew Thomas did his best to make him feel comfortable and safe from harm. Not once did he feel in danger from the outside world. The soft glow of the moon soon filled Thomas’ room, illuminating the place. It felt almost magical to Virgil, even though he’d seen the moon countless times. Virgil continued to look out at the full moon with Thomas near his window. Just for this alone, maybe it was worth staying here in reality.

Soon, Virgil felt Thomas move and slowly lay on his bed. He was gently set on Thomas’ big chest and felt their enormous heart thump under him. It was something he would certainly remember with his time with this gentle giant. Soon, he looked up at their gigantic, loving face and spoke.

“So, you’re completely sure this’ll work? And I’ll be fine?” Virgil asked, of course, still anxious about the whole idea.

“I promise nothing will hurt you…” Thomas said softly.

Virgil looked down at Thomas’s chest as he sat. He tried hard not to think about the horrible ways this could go wrong, but his mind couldn’t help but torment him, the most gruesome of ways his life could end. A surge of confusing emotions filled him, making him shake a little. Suddenly, he felt himself being touched.

“I love you, Virgil…” Thomas whispered as he planted a gentle kiss on the tiny boy, “We can start whenever you’re ready…”

Virgil’s tiny face turned bright red, contrasting with the cool colors of the room. Never in his life did he ever think someone would kiss him at all! Though the small kiss Thomas gave him only lasted for a few seconds, he knew the love and sweetness that was there would last for a lifetime. Finally, he lifted his tiny head up to look at Thomas.

“I’m ready,” he said while nodding.

And with that, Thomas gently scooped Virgil off his chest. Virgil’s tiny heart raced, not out of fear, but from wonder and awe as he was lifted up to the bigger one’s lips, the ones that lovingly kissed him. Soon, Thomas’s maw opened up, a hot breath washing over his whole body. From his angle, he could see every part of their mouth clearly and noticed just how beautiful it was. Their teeth were almost a pure white, their tongue looked as soft as a marshmallow, and not a single bite mark or injury lined the inside of their cheeks. As much as he wanted to admire Thomas’ beautiful mouth from afar, he knew he’d have to go in sooner or later, or he’d be stuck in this physical world. So, without anymore hesitation, he crawled into their warm mouth and was covered in darkness.

Thomas felt Virgil finally go into his mouth, and, instantly, he was hit with a rich mocha flavor with a hint of bitterness on his tongue. Out of all the sides who have accidentally appeared in his reality, he never had a side that tasted so intense and so good. He truly could keep Virgil in his mouth all day without a problem if he could. Soon, he felt them almost melt in his mouth, simply relaxing on top of his own tongue. Though he didn’t want to interrupt their relaxation, he did need to get them down to his stomach eventually, so he started to gently lick and roll them around in his mouth. This only made their sweet, mocha flavor even more intense and his mouth started to water.

The sudden movement startled Virgil a bit but he soon started to laugh, the licking tickling him. He would’ve tried to stop or push the tongue away, but he felt so happy that he simply didn’t care. In fact, this made him even like being in Thomas’ mouth, as weird as it sounded to him. Suddenly, he felt Thomas squish him to the roof of his mouth, making him start to giggle again. Something about this just felt so calm to him. A hum soon echoed through their mouth, making him blush. It was nice seeing that Thomas was enjoying this as much as he was. Finally, their tongue stopped pressing him up against the roof of their mouth and he started to slowly slide down to the entrance of their throat.

Virgil looked down the dark abyss that was Thomas’ throat. A spike of fear ran through his body as he tried to process what was happening. He tried to convince himself that it would be safe, and he’d be fine. But he quickly shook his head. “This is safe…” he thought to himself, “Thomas would never hurt me…” With that, he felt their head tip more and he felt his legs being swallowed down first. The muscles seemed to tightly hold on to his legs as he tried to calm down a bit more. Another swallow brought him down to his chest, only his head poking out. He looked around, taking in his surroundings before finally disappearing into their throat.

A small bulge formed as Thomas swallowed down Virgil. He gently touched and followed their small body until they disappeared down into his chest. There was a bit of squirming he felt but he didn’t mind. His throat must’ve been tight after all. Virgil, on the other hand, noticed just how clearly he could hear Thomas’ heartbeat and breathing, both calming him down as he continued to descend down to his stomach. As much as he’d thought this would be uncomfortable, this was rather soothing for him. The muscles seemed to only massage him instead of crush him which was what he thought would happen. Suddenly, his feet seemed to enter into an open space. Soon followed his legs then his whole body, finally falling down into the large stomach.

Once Virgil sat up, he was completely mesmerized at how Thomas’ stomach felt. It was quite dark so he couldn’t see very well but he could tell what it would look like from the folds of the stomach walls and hearing the drops of mucus drip to the floor. Soon, he stood up, amazed by how safe he felt inside them. He noticed there was a tiny pool of liquid he was standing in, but he didn’t mind it much since it didn’t hurt him. Though, there wasn’t much to see, he could feel his way around the large stomach. Gently, he pressed a hand to the walls of the stomach to guide him as he walked around. Something about it just felt so comforting, felling all the little bends and folds throughout it. Suddenly, a large hum rang through not long after he touched the stomach walls. It took him a bit but soon realized it was a hum of joy from Thomas. It must’ve felt like he was rubbing him from the outside.

Virgil gently laid down, the walls’ folds embracing him. With one hand, he started to rub at the soft walls of Thomas’ stomach, hoping the other would enjoy it. Instantly, another hum rang through the wet cave, making him smile. Suddenly, he felt a pressure from the walls gently lift him up a bit, and he simply smiled more as he realized Thomas was rubbing where he was. He snuggled into their stomach walls where they rubbed his tiny body and he let himself relax into the folds.

“Are you good down there?” Virgil heard Thomas ask, the voicing echoing throughout the stomach.

“I’m good! It’s… very nice down here!” Virgil said as he continued to rub Thomas.

The warmth of the stomach finally started to lull Virgil, making him yawn and snuggle into the walls more. It almost felt like a blanket was wrapped around him as his eyes grew heavy. It almost seemed like he was melting into the stomach walls. A sense of bliss washed over him as he cuddled into the stomach walls one last time.

“Good night, Virgil…” Thomas said as he felt Virgil snuggle into the walls.

“Good night, Thomas…” Virgil said as he finally closed his eyes and slept.

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Light shone through the window as sunrise came. It illuminated the entire living room with its sweet and warm glow. Not a howl from the wind or a drop from the rain echoed inside the living room. All was still and quiet, until Virgil finally awoke, and noticed he was laying on the living room couch.

“Virgil!” He heard Logan, Patton, and Roman scream in unison. He was tackled and absolutely smothered in affection from all the sides at once.

“Are you okay, Virgil? We saw everything!” Patton exclaimed out.

“Are you in any distress?” Logan chimed in.

“I-… Okay I missed you, you emo,” Roman said calmly with a smile.

“I mean, apart from all of you screaming my name, I’m pretty fine,” Virgil said.

And with that, they all decided to eat some breakfast, happy that Virgil was safe and back home.

[brainr0tcntrl]

Dukexiety for Vore day!!

I swear I’m trying to post more frequently on here, but it’ll probably be more of this sketchy style as it only takes around an hour-

[ravenhilarious]

virgil is the only one whose puppet verse chorus doesn’t start with “*subject verb object/pred* it’s okay” and ends with “*something without something* is incomplete”

[nommy-thoughts]

Matryoshka

@that-prey-lounge and I were brainstorming Sanders Sides vore ideas yesterday, and this is the result. (TPL also wrote a delicious story from that brainstorming session, and you should absolutely read it, here is a link.)

[more of my writing] 

(specifically my vore writing)

Summary: Remus really likes vore, and the other Sides aren’t exactly averse to it. Safe, soft, willing vore, with foodplay and mouthplay. There are nibbles, but they're very gentle. Pred/prey Remus, Prey Logan, Pred Patton.

Wordcount: 2.5K

Characters, in order of appearance (POV, main, minor): Remus, Logan, Roman, Patton, Virgil

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Remus was in a Mood. A very particular kind of Mood. And he knew just what he needed. But could he get the others to indulge him? Well, he could certainly try.

He went to Logan’s room, bearing a jar of Crofter’s and two spoons, as well as a… special device. Logan was studying, like a nerd, but he looked up as Remus barged in.

“Do you need something?”

Remus didn’t answer, only shoving one spoon into Logan’s hand. Logan looked at it in confusion for a moment, then brightened as Remus held up the jar of jelly. 

“I suppose I could do with a study break,” he admitted, holding out his hand.

Remus grinned. Instead of giving Logan the jelly, however, he handed him the device, activating it as he did so. There was a flash of blue light, and when it faded, Logan seemed to have disappeared. But Remus knew better. He sat down, and sure enough, there was little Logan on the floor, just under three inches tall.

Logan got to his feet and brushed himself off. “Really, Remus?” he said, but he sounded more inconvenienced than irritated. Remus shrugged, setting the jar of jelly in front of his shrunken friend. Logan’s eyes widened, and he looked at the jar, then at the spoon in his hand, then up at Remus, then at the jar again. A huge grin spread across his tiny face as Remus unscrewed the lid.

Remus picked him up by the back of his shirt, earning himself a startled yelp and some delightful squirms. Logan stopped squirming, though, when Remus dropped him into the open jar of jelly. He sank in up to his knees and nearly fell over, just barely managing to keep his balance. Logan looked up at Remus again with a disapproving frown. But before he could say anything, Remus put his finger on Logan’s chest and pushed him backwards, making him topple with another yelp. He tried to get back up, but Remus just knocked him over again. 

“Remus!” Logan scolded with a heavy frown, batting at Remus’s fingers. “I am messy enough as it is. Stop it.”

“But I like making you messy,” Remus said, grinning. Still, he let Logan sit up.

Logan looked about to scold him again, but then apparently changed his mind. Instead, he used the spoon, which he’d somehow not dropped, to lift a relatively large bite of jelly to his mouth. He smiled, appeased.

Remus watched him eat for several moments before he moved again. “Maybe you’re right,” he said, pinching Logan’s tiny torso between two fingers to lift him upright again. “Up you go. But, then again…” With a smirk, Remus shoved Logan down, burying him in jelly up to his waist. “There. Isn’t that better?”

“Not particularly,” Logan answered, though he wasn’t bothered enough to prevent him from eating another spoonful of jelly.

“No, you’re right there,” Remus agreed. He put a finger on each of Logan’s shoulders. Logan stiffened, realizing what Remus was going to do too late to stop him. 

“Remus, don’t—!” he protested, just as Remus jammed him down again. A second later, all that could be seen of the nerd were his head, shoulders, and arms, which he had lifted just in time. Logan squirmed, but he was too small to break up the jelly surrounding him. He glared up at Remus. “Do you know how hard it is to get jelly stains out of a silk tie?”

“No,” Remus said, digging his own spoon into the jelly across from Logan.

“Hey!” Logan protested as Remus put the spoonful of jelly in his mouth. “This is mine! Back off!”

Remus laughed. “Much as I’d love to see you try,” he said with his mouth full, “you simply cannot eat an entire jar of jelly at your current size.”

Logan pouted, but as the physical embodiment of logic, he had to concede that point. He grumpily squirmed again, wriggling his shoulders and pressing down on the surface of the jelly with his hands. They sank in, so that rather than extracting himself, Logan only managed to bury himself deeper in the jelly, although it was now slightly more broken up around his chest. Logan sighed, shaking his head. Then he shrugged and began to eat again. 

Remus ate around the edges of the jar, leaving Logan stuck in the middle. Logan, meanwhile, seemed to be trying to eat his way out, though of course his size made it quite difficult for him to consume enough jelly to make much of a difference. Still, he was smiling again, which Remus took for a good sign.

When he’d eaten about half the jar, Remus slid his spoon under Logan, scooping him up along with a bit of jelly. Logan looked up at him, startled, as Remus lifted him out of the jar.

“Oh, I see,” Logan said, raising an eyebrow. “This was all a ploy.” Remus grinned. “Alright then, but no biting.”

“No promises,” Remus said. Logan flicked a tiny spoonful of jelly at him. It struck Remus in the face, and he laughed. “Okay, no biting,” he acquiesced. Lifting Logan a bit higher, he licked his lips, considering what would be the most fun way to go about this. After a moment of thought, he opened his mouth wide and shoved Logan inside in one quick motion. Closing his lips behind him, Remus pulled the spoon back out slowly, making sure that not a single globule of jelly escaped.

Logan wriggled a bit, and Remus hummed in pleasure. He used his tongue to pin Logan to the roof of his mouth, and then started licking and sucking on him. Logan squirmed as he did so, making the experience oh so pleasant. It didn’t take long, though, before Remus had licked all the jelly off, and although he quite enjoyed having Logan in his mouth even without the jelly, the experience was limited by his promise not to use his teeth. Remus tipped his head back and swallowed.

Logan, thoroughly slicked with saliva, went down smoothly. Remus smirked in satisfaction, patting his stomach. He could just barely feel Logan shifting about inside, making himself comfortable. Or at least, as comfortable as he could. Remus figured Logan would probably use the time to get some sleep, since there wasn’t a whole lot else one could do inside someone else’s stomach.

Remus picked the device up from the floor, twisting the dial. Immediately, he felt the weight and pressure in his stomach increase as Logan doubled in size. Three inches was a good height to tease and taste, and easy to swallow, but six made for a much pleasanter in-stomach experience. This way, he could feel every shift Logan made. Though, Remus noted, looking down at himself, Logan was still small enough that he didn’t even make a visible bulge. He patted his stomach happily, and felt a nudge — an elbow, perhaps, or a soft kick, he wasn’t sure which — from the inside. Logan wriggled around some more, resettling.

With a very satisfied smile, Remus got up. Absently continuing to eat jelly directly from the jar, he exited Logan’s room and crossed the hall to the one he shared with his twin brother. Roman was there, sitting on his bed and reading softly to himself from a notebook. Probably that play he’d been working on lately. Remus sat down next to him, and Roman looked up.

“Is that Logan’s Crofter’s?”

“Mm-hm,” Remus said. He tipped the jar toward Roman, giving him a jelly-filled grin. “Want some?”

“Pass,” Roman said, wrinkling his nose.

So, Remus ate the jelly himself, making pleased smacking noises with his lips and tongue. After a few minutes, when he’d almost finished, Roman suddenly shoved his shoulder.

“Do you have to eat in my ear?” he complained. “I’m trying to work.”

Remus leaned in again to make a particularly loud mouth noise directly in Roman’s ear, and then got up.

“Go bug someone else,” Roman suggested, already looking back at his papers.

So, Remus went downstairs, and found Patton and Virgil on the couch, talking about something. Remus didn’t listen long enough to care what, just flopped across both their laps. “Eat me,” he said without preamble.

“Ew, no,” Virgil protested, shoving Remus off them. He landed on the floor with a thump. “You’re gross and filthy.”

“What if I bathe first?”

“Still no.”

Remus turned to Patton, eyes wide and pleading. “Please, Patton?” he pleaded. “Pretty please with a cherry on top? I’ll let you mess with me in your mouth for as long as you want, won’t you please eat me? Pleeeeease?”

Patton gave in. “Oh, alright,” he said. “But you do have to bathe first. With soap.”

Remus bounced happily to his feet. Beaming, he rushed off to the bathroom, shucked off his clothes, and got in the shower. As he soaped up, he felt shifting inside his stomach. All those sharp movements must’ve woken Logan up.

“It’s okay, Loogie,” Remus said fondly, rubbing his stomach. “You can go back to sleep.”

Logan continued to move, stretching Remus’s stomach out delightfully as he readjusted again. Remus put his hand on the outside to better feel Logan’s wriggles, and when Logan stilled, Remus pressed his hand in, feeling Logan’s small form through the layer of his own flesh. Logan shoved back.

Remus grinned, patting his stomach again. “Hope you’re comfy,” he said. “You’re gonna be in there a while.”

There was a slight shift, but Logan seemed to be settled.

Remus finished his shower and got out. Leaving his dirty clothes scattered across the bathroom floor, he started for the door, then paused. Remus preferred to sleep in the buff, but he had been firmly informed that he wasn’t to wander the mindscape that way. He summoned a pair of clean boxers with a wave of his hand, then sank out to find Patton again.

Patton was still on the couch talking to Virgil, but they paused as Remus rose up.

“Are… are you wearing Roman’s shorts?” Virgil asked.

Remus looked down. He’d only specified ‘clean’ when summoning them, but sure enough, his boxers were red with little gold crowns. He shrugged. “Roman actually does laundry.” Grinning at Patton, he asked, “Eat me now?”

“Shrink first,” Patton reminded him, so Remus summoned the device again.

He took a moment adjusting the settings, and then activated it. There was a bright flash of sickly green light with just a tinge of blue, and when the spots in his eyes cleared, Remus saw a gigantic hand reaching for him. Of course, the hand wasn’t really gigantic; Remus was simply very small. Even smaller than he’d made Logan, in fact, barely over an inch tall. Patton pinched him between two fingers to pick him up, and Remus wriggled excitedly as he was lifted. He felt a thrill run down his spine, and butterflies in his stomach.

“Ready, kiddo?”

Remus nodded. “Eat me!”

“Okay, in you go,” Patton said, popping Remus into his mouth like a piece of candy. Remus landed on Patton’s tongue, promptly falling on his face. All light vanished as Patton closed his mouth, and then the really fun part began. Patton’s tongue quickly slickened with saliva, and Patton started moving him around. Remus relaxed into it, letting Patton do whatever he wanted.

Remus honestly had no idea how long he spent being nothing more than an oral stim toy, but he loved every second of it. Patton kept moving him around, pressing him against the roof of his mouth, holding him gently between his teeth and nibbling lightly on him, even pushing him slightly out of his mouth to drape across his lower lip for a few seconds before licking him back inside. Patton and Virgil continued their conversation as well, and although Remus was far too small and indifferent to make out the meaning of any of the words that rumbled around him, the sensation of lying on the middle of Patton’s tongue while Patton spoke was indescribably excellent.

Eventually, though, it had to come to an end. Patton took a drink of water, washing Remus down his throat. He landed in a pile of half-digested food.

“Ooh, it’s gross in here!” Remus said, delighted. Patton must have been snacking. With any luck, he’d eat some more snacks, and Remus could have more sludge to enjoy. However, Remus knew that while his current size was excellent for being played with in a mouth, he’d enjoy Patton’s stomach much more at a larger one. He snapped his fingers, signaling the device to go to its second stage. Remus shot up in height, nearly filling the entire space. He had to fold himself up a bit now, settling into the chyme. The stomach walls pressed in around him, and Remus was fairly certain he could feel Patton’s hand on the other side of the fleshy wall. He pushed back to let him know he was doing fine.

The pressure released, and Remus grinned to himself, rubbing his full stomach. This was excellent. Curled up safely inside of Patton, with Logan tucked snugly away in his own stomach, Remus relaxed, falling contentedly asleep.

~~~

Some time later, Roman came into the living room. Finding Virgil and Patton there, he asked, “Either of you seen Remus lately?”

Virgil glanced to Patton, who put a hand on his stomach and said, “Oh, I ate him. Do you need him for something? I could summon him.” He lifted his hand with the offer, ready to call Remus up.

“No, no, that’s fine!” Roman said quickly, holding his hands out to stop Patton. “He just hasn’t annoyed me in a few hours, and I wanted to make sure he wasn’t off causing problems on purpose somewhere else instead.”

“I think he’s asleep,” Patton said, hands back on his stomach. “He hasn’t moved in a while.”

Roman smiled. “Good. He can’t wreak havoc while he’s asleep.” He sank out, and a few seconds later, rose up again. “By the way, do you know where Logan is? I wanted to ask him to proofread my play, but he’s not in his room.”

“We have a pretty good guess,” Virgil said, tossing something to Roman, who turned it over in his hands.

It was a round silver disk, about two inches across, and ringed about the edge with two bands of light, one green and the other dark blue. Roman recognized it at once, and it only took him a few moments to decipher the meaning of the symbols displayed on its surface. His brother was roughly six inches tall; Logan was even smaller, about half an inch tall, and his height was tied to Remus’s.

“Ah,” Roman said, tossing the device back to Virgil, who put it down on the end table. “I’ll ask him later, then.”