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cheezekennith · 1 year

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So uhhhhhh...welcome to my stupid blog!!!!

And i have a list of my ocs to you :)

kuki kaze (my 2nd oc that I post on deviantart)

jun murasaki (mf 3rd oc that I post on my gamejolt account)

GUM1

Jaden

Nushime (my touhousona)

K4RM4

Taiyou Yamikumo (you might be confused if taiyou is a boy, but she's a female and she is my 4th touhou oc)

Yuuki suzuki (my 5th touhou oc that I posted on my deviantart account)

Sam (my FNAF oc, and she is a human btw)

Hell madness (my first utau oc that is a Mary sue and a concept(

Nori scarlet(?) (old/first oc and a mary-sue of flandre also older)

Akane (my toh/the owl house oc)

Medicine (my 2nd FNAF oc and she is an animatronic)

Willow (my welcome home parody oc)

Ludwig (my welcome home oc)

Kurorei Kyoma ( my 6th touhou oc)

Yume-loid (my first utau oc)

Charolette

Henry (my fourth fnaf oc that is a carrion crow)

Jerry (my third fnaf oc that is saw whet owl)

Phoenix (my fifth fnaf oc that is a great gray owl)

Bobby (my sixth fnaf oc and is a tanuki)

Ella (my seventh fnaf oc and is a fairy)

Heres my shitty info of me :

my name is ??? Or eli

my birthday is august 24

im a filipino

i am half catholic and christian

I do speak filipino a little bit but speaking english is kinda easy for me

my race is half filipino and chinese

im from the philippines

my zodiac and chinese zodiac is virgo and rabbit

im a female

my height is 5'3 tall

and im a multifandom artist

and i am straight

And also I have mild autism

I support LGBTQIA+

stuff i like :

fnaf

dawko

vocaloid and utauloid drawing

making utau covers

undertale/deltarune

kirby

splatoon

ghost and pals

owls

animal crossing

DNI if :

N3cr0ph1l3s

proshippers

p3d0ph1l3s

z00ph1l3s

NSFW

NSFW watchers (cuz i really hate them and they are really gross)

Racist

Transphobic

Homophobic

Lgbtqphobic

p0rn blog

Anti-christian

Muslim-phobic

Naz1$

Dawko haters

Touhou haters (i left the touhou community so yeah)

Anti-LGBTQ+ and Anti-LGBTQAI+

Ghost and pals hater

art tracer and art stealer

Goanimate/vyond fan (the uttp ones not the regular ones)

Frans fans (plus do you know sans is older than frisk and also they are a child, that is Pro-Shipping and also pedophilia)

Vore and tickle, and inflation, kaa hypothesis, and DeviantArt k¡nk/F3t¡$h enjoyer

China-supporter

Russia-supporter

K¡nk/F3t¡$h blog

S3x¡$t

SSSniperwolf stan

YOU ARE FUCKING OUT OF THIS BLOG!

Fandoms im not interested (but if you like this fandoms i will respect your opinion) :

barney and friends

marvel

fortnite

goanimate/vyond

disney (a little)

M3G4N

Spongebob

Ok Ko lets be heroes

Gacha life

Sonic

Fandoms im up into :

dawko(youtube)/darkest desire

utauloid and vocaloid

fnaf

kirby

splatoon 1,2 and 3

ghost and pals

animal crossing

sander sides

the owl house

amphibia

Some fandoms I'm gonna get interested now :

Welcome home

Jacksepticeye

Markiplier

FPE or fundamental paper education

Fandoms/commnities i left :

Touhou

Goanimate

Hazbin hotel

Helluva boss

Eddsworld

But some fandoms that I'm not interested in but I created an au :

Tf2

but please do not block me but warning my post contains⚠

Blood

and swearing

and bleeding

and only minors are in this blog but...... no 17+ accounts allowed cuz its disgusting but if your a 17+ account i will report you

Art trade : closed (but no fetish and nsfw because i hate it)

And plus I have bad spelling tho💀

And also I'm a dawktrap simp cuz ye cuz I like this dude cuz idk I'm simping on him.... *Dies of cringe*

Main account : @cheezekennith

Alt account : @cheezeyidiot-1000

Putting *character* in places blog : @putting-junko-in-places

My multifandom ask blog :

@ask-the-simmons-crew

credit to @sweetpeauserboxes, and this pinned post was inspired by @emishows123

#ask my oc #pinned post #my info

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pool-floatie · 3 months

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I feel the need to share my g/t experience with erryone since its been on my mind for a while and I find it interesting how early on It showed up.

Ever since I was a little kid, probably 5-7 years old, I had little daydreams occasionally about giants taking me to their houses or a park or wherever and they would tease me and have fun with me, I was always scared of course because apparently ive always liked this fearplay bullshit, but i still found it exhillirating and fun. Of course it wasnt romantic or anything until I got older, just,,, like a really tall roller coaster, scary but exciting.

When I started reading, i found one of the borrowers books, i think my mom actually got it for me (maybe i had mentioned the daydreams??) ! I think it was The littles and The Biggs families, but yeah. I loved it and i tried to find more but they werent at my school library 😭 so Iworked with what I had, a book and a dream. (lol cringe-)

While i was in 4th- 6th grade I had kind of repressed it, I still thought about it on occasion but i started to realise that nobody else had that interest and it was just a wierd thing with me... Until I watched the BFG (cliche right 🙄) it was when the movie came out and people were talking about it! For a while it held the title of my favorite movie just so I could talk about it when people asked that particular icebreaker.

One night in like... 7th grade I had a dream that i was at church (lol cringefail imagine being religious...) and I picked up a piece of paper inviting people to come test out an experiment... Then i saw a flash And somewhere from the depths of my memories, my brain pulled out one of my old daydream scenarios.

I was in a laboratory with several other humans and we were all in a big glass box. Surrounding us were giants who took us out of the container and gave us baths, undressing us and scrubbing us down with toothbrushes so we would be clean for the examination.

I was taken away to a desk and meticulously examined from head to toe, the giant tried to probe me with questions but I was too shocked to speak.

Thats all I can remember but I was so fascinated by the dream that I started telling my family about it, now of course nobody wanted to hear me talk about my dream for 20 minutes, so my mom encouraged me to write it down.

And oh hell did I write.

My first long form writing stemmed from a dream I had, i wrote for months, of course, I was 13 do it was flaming garbage but I was so happy about it and thought it was a masterpiece.

So naturally as anyone would, I emailed it to my english teacher.

She never responded.

I wonder why.

To this day I pray that she never opened it, her emails being too cluttered with important school things that it got lost and never crossed her eyes.

But still, it was through this little writing that I began to realise my potential (lol cringe origin story-)

I still have the draft of the story, its plot and characters were a good foundation, and perhaps one day i will look it over, change a few things, get cancer and die.

During quarantine I discovered Sanders Sides, which led me down a fanfiction rabbit hole, which led me to tumblr, which led me to a creator called delimeful , not sure if they want to be tagged in this so I wont... They wrote some marvelous G/t Sanders sides fanfic and i soon realised... This is a community, it wasnt just them.. There was, so /much/ so many artists and writers that shared this niche interest, a community of people who g e t i t .

It started slow, I continued interacting with the tumblr community ( hell, the husk of my old blog might still roam this site (|||O⌓O;) )

Only ever looking for safe, wholesome g/t.

But where was the stomach-dropping exhilliration I had felt before, that rollercoaster feeling? What was missing??

I needed the fearplay, and in looking for it i stumbled into vore and that dynamic, playing with pred/prey and even more teasing. I was hesitant at first.

But lo and behold that was the gawd damn ticket. I started to write again, finding new stories and creators and tropes galore! I learned about the community, the terms and the subgenres!

Finally I gained confidence in my writing ability through a class that helped me grow my skills and practice.

And I eventually decided i could share all my hard work. All this time I had spent worrying if i should just keep it to myself, but i reminded myself of all the non beta read and unfinished work i had seen, and looking back at my own I was less afraid, people still liked it even then... So what could they say about mine ?

There ya go, thats my,, I guess life story told through the g/t Timeline.

Hopefully I was vague enough to not give away any behind the scenes, yall will never know who I am 😈😈😈

Also im not trying to bash any creators, I appreciate everyone who contributes to the community with anything they have.

#g/t #giant/tiny #giant #tiny #g/t backstory #micro/macro

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poprockpanda · 2 years

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So it turns out that this will be my 1000th post. That’s huge. I can’t even picture 1000 things. I had to keep myself from reflexively reblogging a cat video so I could make this special. I hope this doesn’t come off as corny or cliche, but I would like to thank all the people that helped me get here.

@skullsnbruises

If I am being honest you all were the first people I could really talk to on here without my anxiety going through the fucking roof. Y’all are so amazing, kind, cool, and so many other things that words can’t describe. I am so happy and proud to call you all my mutual bestie beloveds.

@bigshot0

You are always there to laugh with or go off on crazy threads with, and I would like to say thank you for that. Praise The El Cheezit Mafia.

@baka-monarch

Oh, Roman. You were the one who introduced me to g/t, vore, and hell even the Dsmp. Your aus are so amazing and fantastic. And I don’t think you could tell, but the entire time we were talking about the Cuddle Cult au I was mentally screaming about how someone as cool as you was talking to a weird nerd like me.

@oh-i-need-a-name

God, I don’t even know what to say. You are such an inspiration to me. The GF au was probably the first piece of g/t writing I loved with my entire being that wasn’t Sander Sides. You showed me that maybe there were people that would want to read my dumb little stories. I am still so amazed that you followed me back.

I love all of you so much. You all are such amazing and kind people. I am so grateful to be in such a fantastic community filled with all of you lovely and beautiful people.

Here’s to another 1000!

#i feel so cringey #don't look at me #ya girl was getting existential and i realized that i was going to be on my 1000th post #i totally didn't make a fucking google doc to write this out #i wanted to make just i did it right #shut up #stop looking at me #well now that this is done time to go scream into a pillow until someone wakes up and sees this #i had to work through like 70 layers of embarrassment to write this #i love y'all so much #just like #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa #everyone is so fucking amazing and cool and fantastic #and it is still so crazy that anyone would want to talk to a crazy freak like me #let alone be friends with me #this is getting long #so #imma go scream into that pillow now #byyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

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whatiffandomgttho · 10 months

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꒰⠀🪄. ❫ “ What If Fandom G/T Tho? ♡

— . I mainly started gaining a following on my main account — @whatifitwasgttho (which is almost at 1k followers which is.. insane) because of my g/t hcs, fics and art related to fandoms. ✦

— . i shifted my account to be more OC art general G/T art focused— which meant all of my fandom g/t just didn’t fit in. So yeah this definitely exists now…. ✦

꒰⠀🪄. ❫ “ FANDOMS AND REQUESTS? ♡

— . headcanons + writing requests for listed fandoms are always open— and i’ll take art requests whenever i’m motivated! i’ll do cxc, x readers — anything as long as its sfw, not illegal and no vore ✦

‿♫꒷︶︶꒦꒷ ͙ ˚ ˖ ꒰FANDOMS꒱

Honkai Star Rail

Honkai Impact 3rd

Project Sekai

Haikyuu

Genshin Impact

D4DJ

Bandori

Bungou Stray Dogs

Revue Starlight

Love Live

TMNT (depends)

Sander Sides (also depends)

Milgram

Boku No Hero Academia

Vocaloid

Sasaki To Miyano

Fruits Basket

Ouran

Mystic Messenger

#g/t #giant/tiny #g/t community

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tonguetap · 1 year

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fizzledtaste · 1 year

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INFO POST

Hi hello this is my kink side blog for me to be weird. My pronouns are he/it and you can call me Penumbra. Obviously, this blog is not for kids, so Minors DNI

Bigots also DNI obviously

I'm into:

Burp kink/eructophilia

Piss kink

Maybe fart kink.

Brat characters

I'm not into:

Scat

Emetophilia

Vore

My fandoms:

Yuri on ice

Boku no hero

Hunter x Hunter

Haikyuu

Chainsaw Man

Sanders sides

Sk8 infinity

Dungeon Meshi

And others, those are the main ones

I'll mostly be talking about headcanons and scenarios here and posting some fics every now, maybe I'll post drawings too

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shamenaess · 4 years

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Because the thought of it won't leave me alone, I've decided to curse the rest of you with it

So, as you may or probably don't know, I'm a sucker for unintentional fearplay in vore ....With that said

Werewolves

"Naess get to the point pls"

Yeah, I'm getting there, I'm still awkward with talking about this shiz but I'm trying alright? Cool

Let me set the scene for you

One thing leads to another and someone, let's go Virgil, ends up going into the woods late at night because his friend's gone missing and he's worried. He wouldn't be /super/ worried considering this friend is Remus, but he also disappeared for no reason during the evening and Virgil managed to catch a glimpse of him running into the woods. So obviously, after a while of trying to convince himself it was all fine, he relents and goes into the forest to try to find Remus because it's super late now and who knows what might have happened.

After a while of walking, he starts to hear howls in the distance, but they're not close enough to really do anything but unsettle him. Not even a couple minutes later however, he hears something in the bushes not too far away. Panicking, Virgil runs. Whatever it was chases after him until he makes a mistake in his rush and trips. Scrambling to turn around, he sets eyes on a wolf. And then several more wolves. He stares with wide eyes, and the one that chased him lunges, biting down into his leg. He squeezes his eyes shut and screams in pain, but there's a sudden yelp and the teeth embedded in his leg come loose.

Cracking an eye open, the biggest wolf he's ever seen is standing in front of him, facing down the other wolves. It snarls and swipes at them until they eventually back down and leave, and it's only then that the massive wolf turns its attention onto him. It approaches him slowly, sniffing the air around him before lowering its head to nudge his injured leg. He hisses in pain, trying to scoot away as best he can. The wolf watches him, before pinning him to the ground with one of its paws. Virgil tries to push it off, freaking out as the wolf's head gets closer to his face. It's then that he finally notices the oddly human proportions of the wolf, and the streak of silver in it's fur near the top of its head.

"...Remus?"

Although it seems impossible, it looks like the wolf grins. Virgil feels a flicker of hope break through his panic, despite all of the questions he has. That hope is crushed as the wolf- the werewolf, apparently, opens its maw. Before he has time to say anything, Remus brings his jaws over Virgil's head, dragging him in without any hesitation. Virgil tries to struggle, to get away, to do anything, but it's too late. It's hot and damp as he's pulled further and further down and he screams for help but Remus doesn't seem to slow in the slightest.

When he's finally squished into Remus' stomach, he goes into full panic mode, shouting to be let out a pushing out against the squishy walls as much as he's able to with how cramped it is. Remus just shakes it off and runs off, feeling pleasantly full and proud of having protected his friend, even if he didn't know it yet. Virgil eventually wears himself out, adrenaline gone and completely exhausted from everything that had happened. He curls up tightly and prays he'll get out of this somehow but the betrayal curdling in his guts won't let him believe it. He passes out, fear still clear on his face even in sleep.

When he wakes up, Virgil feels the warmth from the sun on his face. Squinting, he finds himself on a bed and inside. He would've believed it was all just a very odd dream if not for two things: the blood seeping slowly through the fresh bandages on his leg, and Remus' arms around his waist. He tries to keep from freaking out and waking him up, to little avail as Remus wakes up not long after him. He doesn't say anything at first, just sleepily grins that same wolfish grin at Virgil like nothing completely bizarre happened the night before. He promises to explain later, but for now, they both need more sleep. It had been a long night.

....I probably should've just written an actual fic huh? Oops lmao

#sanders sides vore #tss vore #safe vore #soft vore #unwilling vore #protective vore #fearplay #half size vore #werewolf vore #vore talk #pred!remus #prey!virgil #werewolf!Remus #it could be anyone #but brain said Dukexiety

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nommy-thoughts · 4 years

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Mastication Concentration

Summary: Logan usually chews gum while he studies, but today he is out. Remus volunteers to take its place.

Contains: Hard-ish vore (idk exactly where it falls. There’s chewing, obviously, and even rough chewing at points, but the only injuries sustained are bruises). Brief mention of digestion.

Wordcount: 2.9 K

[more of my vore writing]

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“Do you have any gum?”

The sides in the living room look up. Logan’s on the stairs, leaning over the banister and looking down at them.

“Gum?” Patton repeats.

Logan nods. “I’m out,” he says. “I’ve already drunk five mugs of tea, I can’t just keep making more. And chewlery is just too squeaky right now, and I’m trying not to destroy any more shirt collars. So, do you have any gum?”

They exchange glances. Nobody, it seems, has gum. Then Remus perks up excitedly. “Ooh!”

Logan, relieved, starts to say, “You have—”

“Me!”

Logan pauses. “What?”

“Chew on me!” Remus elaborates, bounding to his feet and hurrying over to the stairwell. He grabs a railing in each hand, looking up at Logan imploringly.

Logan makes a face. Then pauses. Reconsiders. “That… that actually might be a worthwhile stim,” he admits. Remus squeals happily, and Logan adds, “But no injuries. I don’t want blood in my mouth; I don’t like the taste.”

Remus rolls his eyes. “Oh, fine. I’ll be durable.” But he’s still grinning broadly. With a dramatic flourish, he summons the shrinking device. Scampering around the corner and up the stairs next to Logan, he sets it. Then, with a flash of sickly green light, he appears to vanish. Logan knows, however, that in reality, Remus has simply shrunk out of Logan’s eyeline. He looks down, and sure enough, there he is.

The device, no longer supported by Remus’s hands, falls from the air. It nearly strikes Remus in the head, missing by less than an inch, and crashes into the carpeted floor beside him. It bounces, skiddering off the step. It continues to fall, bounce, and roll its way down the entire flight of stairs, but nobody pays it much mind. They can always resummon it when they need it again.

Logan bends down, scooping up the now miniature Remus into his hand. He considers his fellow side for a moment, then nods, lifting Remus to his lips. A moment before he inserts him, however, Logan pauses.

“When was your last shower?”

“Does Thomas’s last night count?”

Logan frowns. “As I recall, you just sat on the soap tray, making various random thoughts pop into Thomas’s head, and didn’t even get wet, let alone wash.”

“That’s true.”

“No, it doesn’t count. When did you last wash?”

Remus thinks back further, absently shimmying his shoulders as he does so. After a few moments, Logan sighs.

“Not recently enough,” he concludes. Remus in hand, Logan heads up the stairs. In the bathroom, he plops the shrunken creative side into the sink and turns it on. Squeezing a large dollop of hand soap into his palm, Logan begins to lather Remus up, rubbing the soap into his clothes and skin. Remus squirms. He’s not trying to get away, but he quite enjoys being a slippery problem, and if it means that Logan has to apply a bit more force to get the job done, well. Remus likes being manhandled.

Due to Remus’s constant movement, getting him clean takes rather longer than it needed to, but in the end, Logan is satisfied. He holds Remus directly under the streaming faucet to rinse off, considering the spluttering that results to be fair payback for making things difficult.

“Okay, you’re clean.”

Remus cheers. “Now eat me!”

“I’m not going to eat you,” Logan corrects. “I’m going to chew on you. There’s a difference.”

Remus shrugs. “Not a big one.”

“I suppose not.” Logan considers his shrunken friend for a few moments more, then nods, heading back toward his own room. Once inside, he sits down at his desk.

“C’mon,” Remus pleads. “Put me in your mouth already!”

Logan does so, head first to shut him up. Remus isn’t small enough to fit entirely inside his mouth, so his legs dangle from between Logan’s lips.

As Logan settles back into his study routine, he slowly begins to lick and suck on Remus like a piece of candy. He doesn’t taste like a piece of candy, but thanks to the sink bath Logan just gave him, he doesn’t taste bad, either. Along with the licks, Logan tugs absently on Remus’s ankle, like he might with the stick of a lollipop.

After about a minute, Logan summons the shrinking device with a gesture. He adjusts it, and he activates it again. Remus shrinks.

Logan slurps Remus the rest of the way into his mouth. Positioning him lengthwise along his lower left molars, Logan gently bites down. Remus is somewhat soft and squishy, but there’s some firmness to him too. Logan uses his tongue to move Remus across his mouth to the other side, trying a bite there too. He nods to himself. The sensation is different than that of gum or chewlery, sure, but he believes this will work. Logan returns to his studies.

Inside of Logan’s mouth, it is dark, and warm, and wet. In other words, it’s perfect. Logan’s tongue, bigger than Remus’s entire body, lifts him, crushing him against the roof of Logan’s mouth and knocking the air from his lungs with the force. Pinned in place by the enormous squishy muscle, Remus can’t even wiggle. Logan overpowers him without hardly trying. Echoing all around him, Remus hears an enormous glk as Logan swallows the saliva that had been building up around him.

He has never found the nerd more attractive than in this moment.

Logan’s tongue drops, and Remus drops with it. The large muscle tilts under him, rolling Remus around Logan’s mouth. He’s quickly dizzy and disoriented, and the first time that he has long enough to get his bearings is when Logan shifts him between his back teeth again so that Remus lies, sprawled on his front, across the bumpy teeth. They lift, pressing Remus’s back against the equally bumpy ceiling, and slowly squeeze all the air from his lungs. Logan holds him like that, delightfully snug, for several long seconds. Remus considers blacking out from the lack of oxygen, but decides that he’d rather stay conscious to enjoy the rest of the experience. If he gets bored — which he doesn’t expect to happen, but you never know, he’s had incapacitating boredom strike at the weirdest and most inconvenient moments before — he can pass out then.

After a while, the pressure releases. Remus gasps in a breath of — not fresh air, not really, he is inside a mouth, after all. But it doesn’t smell that bad, either. Unfortunately. All that dental hygiene must’ve given Logan un-bad breath. Actually, Remus realizes, he can smell some of that tea Logan said he drank, though not well enough to guess at what kind it was.

Logan bites him again, the same way. And again. It’s rhythmic, soothing. After a while, Logan moves him over to the other side, and does the exact same kind of crushing bite over there.

After he’s done that enough times that Remus has gotten used to it and is getting bored, Logan changes it up. He moves Remus to the front of his mouth and nibbles on Remus’s ankles with his front teeth. Since his ankles are, of course, boney, they don’t provide much give. If Logan hadn’t made him promise not to, this would have been a good opportunity to break something. Remus wonders, then, if breaking an ankle really would be a breach of that promise. On the one hand, Logan had said “no injuries,” which would technically include broken bones. On the other hand, the only reason he had given was blood, and if Remus just made sure his skin stayed intact, he wouldn’t bleed.

Before Remus could come to a decision, Logan moves him again. Apparently he didn’t like this position nearly as much as the one before. Logan’s tongue pushes at Remus, shoving his legs between teeth and lips, til he can feel the cold outer air on his toes. He wiggles them.

Logan nibbles on Remus’s calves now, which have more muscle to pad them, though not from all angles.

Remus decides that bruises are acceptable under their terms. Logan won’t feel a crunch or taste blood, but Remus will be able to tell the difference. And really, the way Logan’s biting him, his shins should be bruising. And now they are. Remus grins.

Logan shifts again before long. He pushes Remus even further out his mouth, so that Remus’s hips balance uncomfortably on Logan’s front teeth. They’ll be bruising too. His legs stick out of Logan’s mouth. Since his hips are still inside, and a fair portion of his thighs are supported by Logan’s lips, and since he’s lying on his face, meaning his knees bend up, not down, Remus’s legs don’t dangle. He wonders if he’s big enough to kick Logan in the nose, but before he can try, Logan pinches his legs between his fingers, rendering him immobile. Then Logan bites.

His teeth slip off Remus’s hips, thrusting into his stomach instead. Remus’s stomach, having no bones in it, offers considerably less resistance than Logan was probably expecting, and Logan’s teeth sink deep.

Remus nearly pukes. The only thing that stops him from actually doing so is the realization that if he throws up in Logan’s mouth, Logan will spit him out and probably not put him back in again, perhaps not ever. So Remus swallows the bile, forcing it to stay down with sheer willpower.

The pressure against his gut releases, and Remus gulps down air. He has only a second’s reprieve before Logan bites down again, but this time it’s a bit slower, a bit gentler. He still presses his teeth far enough into Remus’s midsection that the shrunken Creativity muses that if not for his promise of no injuries, he’d be bitten in half by now.

Logan seems to like the squishiness of Remus’s gut. He keeps him there for a good while, squishing Remus’s stomach in on itself with his teeth and making its contents want to squeeze up and out his throat each time. It takes a lot of Remus’s concentration to keep the mix of acid and partly-digested food inside, until he remembers that he can simply banish it from reality. It takes only a quick gesture to do so, and then, stomach empty, Remus can finally enjoy the sensation of being chewed on without distractions.

Two bites later, Logan presses his teeth hard into Remus’s stomach, and then slowly pulls his lower jaw back, effectively heimliching Remus. It’s a good thing Remus had banished his breakfast, because otherwise, there was no way he’d be able to keep it down. Logan rocks his teeth forward again, not stopping when they bump Remus’s pelvis. Slowly, Remus finds himself being pushed out of Logan’s mouth. He can feel Logan’s upper teeth scraping along his back, bumping each vertebra as they go.

He can feel cold air on his butt. He’s more outside Logan’s mouth than in, at this point. Logan’s upper teeth are behind Remus’s shoulders, shoving his face down into Logan’s tongue, and his lower teeth, though considerably less deep into Remus’s stomach without an opposing force to hold him in place, force Remus’s butt to stick up in the air.

Logan holds him there for just a second before reversing directions. His teeth slide up Remus’s belly until they catch on the bottom of his ribcage. Slowly, he’s dragged back inside Logan’s mouth, back to where he started. Logan’s teeth press harder and harder into him as they go, smushing Remus’s organs. (He’s not exactly sure what he’s got right there, but he’s pretty sure there are some organs getting smushed right now. Maybe a spleen? Yeah, Logan’s probably smushing Remus’s spleen.)

After Logan’s got Remus back where he started, he does it again. And again. Over and over, Logan pushes and pulls Remus around, not once releasing the pressure. He doesn’t exactly heimlich Remus again, since his teeth are sinking in at the wrong spot for that, but Remus feels reasonably certain that his spleen is paste by the time Logan switches it up again.

Logan slurps Remus all the way into his mouth, and for a few seconds, the lack of crushing pressure is disorienting. Remus lies on his face, catching his breath.

Then Logan tilts his tongue, and Remus rolls like a log til he lands on something hard and bumpy. Logan’s teeth, he realizes. He’s on his side, facing Logan’s cheek — he thinks; it’s too dark to actually see, but based on the direction he’d rolled and the side he’s lying on, he’s pretty sure Logan’s cheek is in front of him, and his tongue behind — with one arm flopped over him and the other pinned awkwardly underneath. His head smarts from striking the tooth, and so does one knee.

He’s only given half a second to make these observations, because Logan immediately bites down. He chomps, really, with enough force to immediately break all of Remus’s ribs if only he hadn’t promised not to get hurt. The teeth separate, and Remus finds himself suspended for a moment, the soft flesh of Logan’s cheek in front of him and the slightly rougher tongue behind supporting him so he does not fall. Logan chomps again, and this time as he releases, he spins Remus with tongue and cheek so that Remus lands on his face once more. Chomp. Spin. Remus lies on his other side. Chomp. Spin. Now on his back. Chomp. Spin. Back to the first side.

It occurs to Remus, as Logan continues to aggressively chew on him, that the nerd is finally treating him as what he’s standing in for, as gum. Remus isn’t quite as squishy, but Logan doesn’t appear to mind.

Remus wonders if Logan will try to blow a bubble with him. That might be fun, being stretched out like gum.

Logan doesn’t, though. He just chews Remus up for several minutes, not even pausing to shift him to the other side. Vaguely, between bites, Remus wonders what the nerd is studying right now. What emotions translate to chewing so intensely? Is Logan reading something exciting? Something infuriating? Is he trying to puzzle out some twisty bit of logic? It doesn’t really matter in the moment, but Remus still finds himself curious.

Eventually, Logan’s bites slow again. He grips Remus (lying on his face again) between his teeth and, almost gently, especially compared to moments before, slowly crushes the air out of his lungs. Remus’s spine goes pop pop pop. There’s a particularly satisfying pop at his hips. After a second, Logan releases the pressure. He shifts his jaw around, dragging his teeth across Remus’s back. Remus sighs happily, relaxing. It’s almost like a massage.

The sensation is pleasant enough that Remus almost falls asleep. Perhaps he does fall asleep. He certainly loses track of what Logan does after that.

Some time later, he has no idea how long, Logan spits him out. Well, no, he’s gentler about it than that. Logan sticks a finger in his mouth and uses it to drag Remus out. He pinches the spit-covered Creativity between thumb and forefinger, looking him over.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Logan asks.

Remus grins and flips him off — almost his equivalent of a thumb’s up, in the current context. “Why’d you stop?”

“I have concluded my studies for the time being,” Logan answers. “Thank you for your assistance. You were quite helpful.”

Remus beams.

“Would you be amenable to repeating this experience at a future date?”

Remus grins. “You wanna chew on me again?”

Logan nods. “As I said, you were quite the aid to my concentration.”

Remus wiggles happily. “Yeah I wanna do it again!”

“Excellent. Would you like me to swallow you now?”

“Will you digest me?”

“No.”

Remus droops, pouting. “Aww.”

“However,” Logan adds, “I intend to get an actual snack as well, and I have no objections if you wish to observe as it digests.”

Remus considers for half a second, then nods, accepting those terms. “Can I get stomach burns?”

“No, I would prefer not to digest you at all, even superficially.”

“Fiiiine.” But there’s no hiding that Remus is eager to be eaten, even with the restrictions. “Chew me up one more time before you swallow?”

“Very well. Anything else?”

Remus shakes his head, reaching up toward Logan’s mouth and making grabby hands. Logan chuckles.

“In you go, then,” he says, lifting Remus up. He dangles him above his gaping maw, and Remus stares down into it, his heart thudding in delighted terror. Then Logan drops him.

Remus screams as he falls, flailing in the air. He lands on Logan’s tongue, and the mouth snaps shut after him. Before he can get his bearings, Logan’s shoved him back between his teeth, chewing forcefully on him.

Then Logan swallows, and Remus slides head first down his throat, whooping all the way. He gets stomach acid in his mouth when he splashes into it.

Bobbing back up to the surface, Remus flicks his fingers, creating a light so he can see his surroundings. At the moment, he appears to be the only solid in here. But not for long, he thinks with a smirk, settling down against the wrinkled wall.

Maybe he can even convince the nerd to leave him in here through dinner. If Logan objects to Remus skipping a meal, Remus can just have some of Logan’s portion. Isn’t like the big guy would miss the amount it’d take to fill Remus’s tiny gut right now, anyway.

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In the God’s Favor - Logicality Vore

Logan gets sacrificed to a god with no escape, but it looks like the god was more merciful than he thought.

Ship: Pred!Patton x Prey!Logan

Word Count: 2.1k

tw: unwilling prey, death mention, human sacrifice

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A sharp throbbing pain ached throughout Logan’s body. There was a coolness that lingered on his skin as his eyes opened and a wind rushed through. It made the tall jungle trees’ leaves rustle making him wake up more. Where was he? Was this a dream? Another pang of pain shot through his body as he tried to stand up. He looked down, memories coming back to him. His legs were broken, and he was bound tight by some ropes. Birds chirped in the distance which brought him to look at his surroundings. Tall trees covered every square inch of the place except where he lay, helpless to the elements. Soon, he saw an enormous amount of food and other items scattered about where he sat, and it finally clicked. He turned around, looking up at the massive palace that was much too big for any human.

Tears flowed down Logan’s face, both from the sharp pain in his legs and from the horror that consumed him. They were real. The gods were real. He was so skeptical that he announced it to his village, and now he was stuck in this horrible terrifying mess. Another wind blew past him, making him shiver. It almost seemed like his body would go numb if it kept blowing. The cold surface he sat on didn’t help either, except for maybe soothing his broken legs. As hazy as his mind was, he was able to connect why he was with all this food and items. He was a sacrifice. Now he knew why he was kidnapped. It all made sense now… but there was still a chance that this was just an empty abandoned palace. A very well kept giant palace, but it could just be a human’s doing.

A thump rang in Logan’s ears and the ground shook under him. His heart sank as the ground continued to shake, each one progressively getting more and more violent, until there stood a giant. They towered over him and he cowered, terrified at what they would do to him. Their eyes pierced through his soul. The terror that trembled through him triumphed over the throbbing pain in his tied-up legs and body. He tried to stop shaking, do anything to calm himself down, but the giant god’s presence made him cry more.

“You poor thing!” they said, “I told them not to give me human sacrifices!”

The giant god’s hands scooped up Logan’s tiny broken form. Their fingers towered over him and their shadow casted down on him. He blinked at what they said, still bawling but now equally confused. It almost sounded like this god was concerned for him. Though, there was no way they’d miss the opportunity to hurt a skeptic like him! All of a sudden, the ropes disappeared at the snap of their large fingers. There were marks all over his body from how tight the ropes were and his body just ached. He tried to back away as far from their face as possible, but there was no strength left from his body as he tried to process everything that was happening.

“I can’t believe it! After I told them no-…”

Logan’s head started to spin at the god’s fast movements, and it was getting hard and harder to keep himself awake. Another sharp pain jolted through his body as they moved, making him scream in agony. His eyes shot open and his hands dashed to his mouth to cover it. It was obvious he was in pain, but he still didn’t want to look vulnerable, even though he knew, logically, the worst was probable.

“Oh dear! I’m sorry…” they said, looking at his broken legs, “I’m not gonna hurt you, kiddo. I promise…”

The god’s voice was soft and almost calming. It was confusing that they were so gentle with Logan, even though they could easily crush him if they wanted to. He tried to think logically through this mess. It was probable he would die at the hands of this god or be tortured. He tried to prepare and come to terms with his terrible fate, but he just couldn’t stop crying, all his bottled-up emotions flowing out all at once. His eyes met with their giant ones for a brief moment, an expression of worry and concern painting their face. It was as if they were saying sorry.

All of a sudden, a warm breath rolled over Logan as their maw opened wide. Their tongue soon caught him as he started to slide into their mouth. More tears flowed down his face, his body shaking.

“Please! I’m sorry! Don’t eat me, please! I believe now! I’m sorry…” His voice was hoarse screaming at the top of his lungs.

The god froze at his words, his tiny body lying helplessly on their tongue. Another warm breath rolled over Logan, the pain in his legs becoming a bit more bearable. Freedom was so close… If he could just climb out of their mouth, maybe they wouldn’t just see him as food. Maybe he wouldn’t look so weak. He tried to gather any strength he had in his body, but he was exhausted. He couldn’t stay awake much longer, but since he knew he’d die, perhaps that was a good thing. The light that once illuminated the mouth disappeared as they closed their mouth, sealing his fate.

The tongue licked Logan all over, coating him in saliva. Their tongue curled on his tiny weak body. It almost felt like a massage though the god seemed to focus on licking his broken legs. Perhaps they tasted better since they were broken. He didn’t care anymore what they would do to him now, his eyes starting to grow heavy. At least his body would be somewhat useful for them as food. He closed his eyes as he waited for teeth to start tearing him apart, but nothing came. It just made him sigh as he tried to fall asleep on the giant tongue he laid on. On what seemed like instinct, he hugged it as best he could, cuddling into the pink muscle. A hum rang through their mouth, making his eyes feel heavier.

Soon, Logan started to slide down into the entrance of their throat. His legs stung a bit since he went in feet first, but it was overall fine. The god was so gentle with him that he almost started to like this crazy experience. With one gulp, he entered their throat, the muscle pushing him down to their stomach. A thumping heart and their slow breath echoed all throughout the throat. Their throat embraced his tiny body every time he was squished by the soft muscles. It made him warm inside, as if he met an old friend. Now that he thought about it, he didn’t have any friends. Perhaps that was what it feels like to meet an old friend.

Logan felt his body drop into a large space, which he assumed was the god’s stomach. He crawled over the best he could to one of the stomach walls, cuddling into it. There was a sense of calm that was in him now even though he knew he wouldn’t see the light of day again. He rubbed one of his hands into the soft walls as he yawned. Another hum rang through the stomach as he cuddled more into the walls and closed his eyes. At least this seemed like a much more peaceful death than he imagined it to be.

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Logan’s eyes fluttered open as he felt something move. Soon, his eyes shot open, looking around, terrified and confused. He should’ve been dead by now! There was no way his body could even last a few minutes in stomach acid. A shiver ran down his spine as he hugged himself, not sure what to make of the situation. Soon, he blinked. His skin was dry. He looked around the stomach to see no liquid at all in sight! But if there was no liquid, then where was he? He was certain he was still inside the god, but where? The walls prodded at him, making him jump up, walking into another wall on the other side, still so scared. Wait a minute… His eyes widened as he looked down at his legs which were fully healed. A muffled though loud voice rang through the stomach, but he couldn’t focus on it as he dropped to the floor, in awe at his healed legs. For a while, he sat there very still and in shock at the discovery. There was more prodding at him, but he still didn’t move.

“Oh god, did I kill him? No, no, no no…”

Logan finally fell out of his trance as he heard the frantic voice boom all over.

“I’m- I’m fine!” He started to rub at the walls. There was soon pressure coming from outside, pressing where he was.

Soon, the walls closed in on Logan and he closed his eyes. His heart raced as he was pushed up into the god’s throat, into their mouth and out on to their hands. The air was freezing, and he hugged himself to keep warm. It felt like he was dropped into a snowstorm naked. He squeaked when he was wiped clean with a warm rag, though he was grateful to not be soaked in saliva. Soon, their hands curled more around him as they moved them to a giant warm compress. He smiled as he was placed on it, happy to be warm again.

“Hey, kiddo, I’m sorry I really scared you when we first met…”

Logan blinked as he now looked to the giant god.

“…but I couldn’t stand to see you in pain. I’ll do whatever you want to make up for it. My name’s Patton, by the way. Yours?”

“I’m Logan…” He was stunned at how gentle Patton was and how they simply offered to do whatever he pleased. Soon, a spark went in his head as he looked down at his legs then back up at Patton.

“You must be Patton, the god of healing…”

“Yep! It took me longer than what it usually takes for me to heal someone, but it was worth it now that I get to see you all better.”

Logan blinked. “How… How long was I in there for? And where was I? I noticed it was fairly dry.”

“Oh, you were in my storage stomach! That’s where I heal a lot of people. And you were in there for an entire week!”

“A week!?”

“Yep! An entire week, kiddo! You were beaten up pretty bad.”

Suddenly, Logan hugged himself, curling up a bit. His heart sank and he couldn’t look up at Patton anymore. A shiver ran through his whole body curling up more. Why didn’t he just listen to everyone at the village? He would’ve never ended up here, and even if Patton were acting nice, they’d get bored of him eventually. Though, he couldn’t just go back to his village! Everyone would notice him and his big mouth and beat him up again.

“Hey Logan—” Patton kneeled down to Logan’s height— “I know I’m really scary to be around with, but I promise I’ll do what it takes to protect you. I can’t stand to see anyone in pain…”

“Do you see me as a pet?” Logan asked, curling up more.

Patton’s eyes widened at the sudden question. “Of course not, kiddo… You are your own person just like me and everyone else. You might’ve been… brought here without wanting to be here, but I want you to know you’re safe here, kiddo.”

There was silence for a few more moments until Logan spoke.

“Could I stay here for a while? I doubt my village would be very happy seeing me again…” He curled up more, waiting for his body to be crushed or torn to pieces, but nothing came.

“Of course you can stay here! I’ll make sure I have a room ready for you. And I can help you find a new village to live in, of course, if you want me to help…”

A small smile painted Logan’s face as he looked at Patton. He reached out to them, soon watching them come closer. He quickly hugged their nose, crying his eyes out. Somehow, he was in the god’s favor and something told him he would be for the rest of his life.

#sanders sides vore #infinitesimal!sides #soft vore #safe vore #extreme cuddling #tss vore #unwilling prey #death mention #human sacrifice #pred!patton #prey!logan

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