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[brick-a-doodle-do]

"they frantically shoved another handful of swedish fish in their mouth"

rhhrhrhrh i had trouble with this but now i got it all figured out! i also switched the characters so many times and we eventually ended up with bedrockbros so yippeee ! ?

blinded by imperfect form

wc: 589

cw: intrusive thoughts, uninvited vore-related instincts, swearing

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Light from the television hung lowly over Tommy's face, which Techno had only noticed because....well, because he was watching Tommy. Not stalking him, or plotting his murder, just, Tommy was in eyeshot, and he was small, and Techno happened to have rather entitled voices holding Tommy and his fragile form captive, and he found it soothing to watch the way the tiny moved.

The tiny was propped on a pillow supported by Techno's legs, who laid along the couch with a blanket keeping him warm from the winter air. The rest of the blanket had ended up around Tommy, who leant into it like he owned it.

And that was partially true, because some part of him had picked apart a sewing hobby over a boring coarse of life and decided it was worth it to present the boy with a gift.

Only, again, because of his voices.

Normally he wouldn't indulge in the activities his voices prompted, but this seemed harmless enough; it's not like Tommy was bothered by giant gifts and the occasional prowl.

Speaking of which, Tommy had seemed to tear his attention from the screen (which was playing Moana on a very convincing three-step plan that Techno had ended up giving into on account of his own pity of Tommy) to ask Techno for another piece of food.

Instead of asking, he stopped short and tensed at the intent eye-contact from Techno.

"Uh, Techno?" Tommy asks.

Techno's eyes never falter around Tommy as he responds. "Hh, yep?"

"Any reason you've decided to stare at me 'n shit?"

Techno shrugs. "You're unusually small, if you haven't noticed. Don't wanna lose you, Phil'd have something strong to say about that," he says. Okay, it had been made up on the spot, but it's not as if Tommy was anything unfamiliar with his voices, although admitting of his instincts only dug an opportunity for embarrassment.

Tommy blinks. "Wh– Techno I'm not gonna fall or something! I'm not fucking stupid," Tommy says, defensively.

It would be much easier for him to not fall if he was somewhere safer, a voice muses as his eyes drift onto the floor; more importantly the tumbling fall that'd injure the tiny without a second thought.

"Whatever, 'Creep-no-blade', I want food," Tommy demands, just as Techno had assumed.

"Yeah? And what food would that be?" he asks, eyes finding the various bags of snacks that had accumulated near Techno.

"Uh..." Tommy trails off as he gazes over his options: popcorn, Swedish Fish, M&M's, chip's, and... oh, well, there was a bag of donuts.

As Tommy decides, a voice chimes in with an peskily persuasive reminder as to what he wants for a snack.

"Techno? You with me, big man?" Tommy asks, pulling him out of his thoughts. He swallows, for the first time in a long time feeling genuine uncertainty.

"Ah, I hope so. What'd you say?"

"Popcorn," Tommy repeats.

He obliges, digging into the bag of popcorn and grabbing a piece, then handing it over to Tommy. The tiny's hands grab at it, two needed to support the almost air-like weight of it.

How easy it would be to grab Tommy right there and put him where he needs to be.

Techno's throat swallows impulsively as he imagines Tommy travelling down his gullet and finding a soft spot in his storage.

Instantly, upon his now-troubled self, he ignores his impulsivities and grabs at a bag beside him, frantically shoving a handful of Swedish Fish into his mouth to try and dampen his urges.

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