#tiny t0mmy

[dovebugs]

W1lbvr makes custom dolls, and he spends a lot of time making his ideal perfect little doll to have as a boyfriend because he's a shut in with no friends. But one day he comes across a really old weird looking book with spells in it, and one of them is a spell to bring objects to life. He does this whole ritual with his perfect little doll and brings T0mmy to life. And now he has a pretty tiny little boyfriend he can do whatever he wants to, and T0mmy remembers how carefully and lovingly he was crafted so he immediately is in love with W1lbvr back

[wendy130]

Saw your asks were open, and I was wondering if you would do something with T0mmy as pred? Maybe tiny Tubb0 or ranb00 as prey!! Just looking for some wholesome t0mmy noms ❤️❤️

[jkknight98]

I promise I'm not dead and I haven't left our little corner of Tumblr. I'm just stuck being a responsible grad student while working full time, it's taken a lot out of me so far. But to ease some minds I'll post this wip I've had for a short while and give you guy something to look forward to once I'm able to write for fun.

[fangirleaconmigo]

@t0mmy-apologist you are so right. Here is the scene when Yen visits Jaskier.

Yennskier

Jaskier as a professor at Oxenfurt.

The students actually take bets on whether it will come to violence each year. It’s a game they pass down year to year.

Master Julian loathes violence. He loves art and wine and lovely breasts on any gender.

And yet?

It seems to follow him around.

During graduation festivities, the department of trouvereship and poetry has a ball to celebrate the young, wealthy nobles graduating that year. The professors bring their partners. The local officials and royalty are invited so that the academics can parade their accomplishments around, currying favor.

This is often the time of year in which the various lovers that frequent Master Julian’s bed look each other in the eyes for the first time. It can end so spectacularly, it puts the annual fireworks display to shame.

This year, the students file into the ballroom, robes freshly pressed, bets freshly laid. They try to watch the door without watching the door. Soon enough, Master Julian files in with two lovers on his arm.

That’s a new one. The lovers already know about each other. But still, this ought to be good. These are Master Julian’s favorites from the brothel, a jolly young man named Delight (perhaps not his real name) and a pretty chubby woman with a plait called Jane.

Their presence will be a slap in the face to the old money nobles as well as to the chairs of department who do not wish to be recognized by the harlots while sitting next to their wives and kings.

The dance commences, and the students watch.

An unlucky staff member is sent over to Master Julian’s table. This unlucky man is obviously supposed to use the cover of music to kick out the unwanted brothel guests.

Just as a musical note falls silent, Master Julian’s voice rings out around the hall.

“You mean to throw me out?! Me?!?!”

Master Julian is already half tipsy, as evidenced by the velvet in his voice and the flush in his cheeks. His satin formal robes are untied at the top, revealing a bit too much chest hair. The unlucky staffer stammers and whispers that it is not Master Julian that is being asked to leave, but his friends.

“My honored guests?!” He shrieks.

The music starts again. The Chair of department is angry. He stands. This man is not just a professor. He is a most valued advisor to Redania and somehow owns half of the city around Oxenfurt. He is feared and respected by all.

They expect him to send someone else over to Master Julian. To point to a more brave, stern, faculty member. But he makes his way over to Master Julian’s table himself. He stalks round the tables with murder in his eyes. He has never liked Master Julian and they all know it If this leads to violence it will be via his goons throwing Master Julian out on his head. But violence is violence. It all counts as far as the bets are concerned.

The students literally all freeze, food halfway to their mouths, dance moves growing subdued, just so they can watch the row.

But just as The Chair stands before Master Julian’s table with threat in his eyes, and Master Julian smiled stupidly up at him, something happens.

She is like a fine black mist, and she churns into the ballroom like a storm that is about to carry away a tiny village perched precariously on a shore. Her tendrils float menacingly, grasping, twisting. At the center of the dark storm are two hard violet eyes. Her face is pale and and triangular and she is clad in midnight black velvet.

When she reaches The Chair, who is bending over Master Julian in an intimidating manner, he has not noticed her yet.

The students whisper furiously but very very quietly. They do not want to draw attention to themselves. This is Lady Yennefer of Vengerberg. She is ON the Council of the Brotherhood. She was trained by none other than Tissaia de Vries, the most legendary, most powerful sorceress on the continent. It is said that Lady Yennefer has killed thousands of men, most notably at the battle of sodden, when she literally melted left thousands of hardened soldiers into nothing but charred corpses.

It takes The Chair a moment to notice her, but everyone else has fallen silent. Well, everyone but Master Julian, who is incapable of such a thing.

“Yen! Darling! You made it!” His face lights up like a lantern and his half glazed eyes shamelessly admire her. He whistles gratefully.

Holy shit.

Holy.

Shit.

Of course, she is beautiful. Glossy, jet black curls puff around her face like clouds. Her lips are delicate and red, like bloody rose petals. Her body is willowy and feminine. Her plunging neckline reveals ample portions of her exquisite breasts.

But he has been so impertinent. So. Familiar. They wait for her to kill him. Those who have bet on violence before the ceremony even takes place are mentally planning what they will buy with their winnings. But Lady Yennefer merely nods imperiously and offer him her hand.

“I made it, dear.”

If Master Julian has taken up with this terrifying woman, well, how can it be? How has such a profane, impertinent and hedonistic man survived it? but oh fuck poor Delight and Jane are done for. The student who bet on violence are still counting their winnings.

The Chair finally notices Madam Yennefer and straightens up, face turning pale. He takes one step backwards and knocks into a chair. Then he smiles nervously and says “Oh, I’ll leave you to it.”

He glances at Delight and Jane, (who look oddly unconcerned) clearly expecting Lady Yennefer to take care of his little problem.

But what Madam Yennefer does is draw a large coin purse from her billowing cape. She bends ever so delicately at the waist, presenting it to Jane. Then she kisses both Jane and Delight, leaving them with red lip marks on their cheeks and smiles on their faces.

“Thank you for accompanying him. I hate to think of him at one of these things alone amongst the sharks. But I was able to get away unexpectedly, so here I am after all.”

“You’re welcome, Lady Yennefer.”

“We were just leaving.”

“Oh?” Madam Yennefer of Vengerberg looks hard at The Chair, who hasn’t quite managed to stumble away. “Nonsense. There is food and wine and music for all tonight. Please. Enjoy yourself and take some back to the girls.”

She looks at The Chair and asks the next question with venom and a threat, “unless my friends aren’t welcome?”

The sight of The Chair practically peeing himself and stammering and apologizing is so shocking that they barely even notice the next thing that happens. After Delight and Jane leave for the dance floor and The Chair retreats to safety, Madam Yennefer turns to Master Julian. She puts one delicate finger on his chin, tips it up, and kisses him with such tenderness that, if they had been paying attention, it would have curled their toes.

That year there was no violence. Only Lady Yennefer of Vengerberg.

Yennskier headcanons

Yen teaching at Aretuza. The current class will be graduating soon. There will be a luncheon and professors tend to bring their partners.

The girls have been whispering amongst themselves about who will appear on Madam Yennefer’s arm. They expect it will be some famous and powerful mage, someone from the Council at minimum. Someone with power. Someone even more terrifying than their terrifying instructor.

Then the day comes and they’re all sitting down to tea and a ridiculous, brightly costumed man with ungovernable curls pokes his head in and says hellooooo and then he says he is looking for the most treacherous and villainous sorceress in all of Aretuza (seriously, she will have her perished victims still on her breath) WHILE winking at Madam Yennefer and her mouth twitches in what seems an awful lot like the suggestion of fondness and then he just walks in and KISSES her on the head and she just LETS him and ok he is famous sure but not at ALL in the way they expected. Their jaws literally drop as he bops in all sunny and flirtatious and WAIT did Madam Yennefer SMILE??? Did she allow him to feed her a GRAPE?????????

Yen sees their incredulous gaping and pulls a dead serious face. They remember that she holds their little lives in her hands and they snap back to attention. Before she returns her attention to the man who is tucking into the table next to her, she gives them advice that will stick with them the rest of their lives: “A true sorceress does whatever the fuck she wants. Now close your mouths you look like bloating dying fish.”

[dovebugs]

t0mmy staying over w1l's house for a innocent little sleepover, t0m leaves a pair of his clothes on accident, including his cute little red boxer briefs.

As soon as t0m is gone w1l is absolutely picking them up, stroking the underwear. admiring how small they are, he probably couldnt even put them on if he wanted to... they must be form fitting even on T0mmy's tiny little hips. holding them up to his face and taking in the younger boy's scent, pulling put his cock and rubbing it against the fabric, groaning softly as he spills all over the little garment

[jkknight98]

Time Out

i’m finally taking a crack at a Origins smp story, It will involve a Gaint Philza putting the tiny terror known as Tommy into a ‘specific’ timeout. This story will contain soft, and unwiling vore, and mild use of self deprecating language. I hope that you guys enjoy this story and make sure that you drink water and remember to eat today.

Phil loved his smaller son Tommy, he did, but there were moments when he wanted to trap the tiny avian in a jar with a book holding it down. Today was one of those days as he watched the younger boy terrorize the rest of the little community that had grown around the sky pub. Even his best friend Tubbo was not safe as he got sprayed with water that made the bee hybrid nearly plummet to the ground.

“He’s being really awful today.”

Phil couldn't prevent the small noise of surprise that left him as he turned to see the pink-haired human that somehow managed to sneak up on him,” Geeze mate, I don’t know how you manage to do that when your only a human, are you sure you don't have any secret traits hidden away.” He watched as the pinkette only smiled and shook his head before the two of them went back to watching the chaos, the blond’s frown deepening more and more,” I need to find a way to curb his behavior before someone really hurts him.”

Techno just nodded as he jerked to the left as a small slime ball was thrown in their direction, glaring as the small avian floated past their sitting point,” have you tried trapping him somewhere he can’t cause trouble if he's in one spot it's less likely for him to make problems.” He pulled a jar from his inventory and looked it over for a moment before putting it back as he deemed it too small.

Phil just sighed,” I've thought of that already, he’s actually smart sometimes and the worst case would be that he gets hold of flash shards.” His large black and grey wings fluttered slightly as he leaned forward and placed his face in his hands as he tried to think, ‘what am I going to do with him, Wilbur never gave me this much trouble and he used to sink through the floor if he wasn’t careful.’ He gave a low grumble as he stood up and stretched, moving towards the open take-off spot,” I’m going to go collect him and try to get through his thick skull to stop acting like an idiot.” He gave a curt nod to his friend before diving downwards, keeping his wings tucked close as he gathered enough speed before opening them and soaring upwards with a few powerful flaps. He leveled his wings as he started to scan the area around the pub, he knew that the kid couldn’t have gotten too far even if he had folded his wings to plummet downwards, and his sharp eyesight found him.

The boy was using his wings to glide after a butterfly, the kid wobbling as he tried to keep up with the insects, laughing loudly as he tried to catch it. Phil felt an itching sensation in the back of his mind as he watched his smallest son, it was the same feeling he got when he decided to fully hunt instead of eating the food he prepaid at the pub. He tried to shake the thought from his head, he knew it was wrong to think of his son as a meal but paused as he moved to stall high above the smaller flyer. He put a hand to his chin in thought as he continued to keep an eye on Tommy, his species did have a crop that could be used to store away food turning harder times, and it could also be used as the perfect timeout ‘corner’ that was fully escape-proof. He gave a quick involuntary lick to his lips as he zoned back in on the smaller hybrid and folded his wings to dive.

Tommy continued to laugh as he chased after the green butterfly,” get back here you green bitch,” the smaller creature just seemed to flutter outside of his grasp teasingly, never fully flying away as if it was also playing with him. He just missed another pass of the light green wings before the butterfly suddenly darted away at a speed that surprised the avian, it was playing with him up to that point. He felt a little sad that he was now alone, but he quickly took notice of the large shadow that was quickly approaching. He turned to try and see what was coming, but was met with his upper half being shoved into a tightly cramped area, and was completely shut in darkness. “What the fu-!!” His yell was quickly smothered when something slapped into his face from the darkness, feeling slimy and warm as it moved up his torso and face, he sputtered in confusion as to what had hit him but soon understood when the entire area seemed to rumble in a sound that was like a satisfied hum. He was in a mouth.

Phil hummed lightly at the surprisingly pleasant taste of the small avian, he honestly expected that Tommy would taste awful, but he felt the urge to keep tasting him. The tiny only kept still for the first lick, but Phil had to tighten his lips a bit to hold the now rapidly squirming form, he didn’t want to risk using his teeth in the odd chance Tommy got snagged and cut himself. He quickly landed as he watched the small legs and the bottom of the wings thrash about widely. He almost thought about pulling the kid out to tell him what was happening, but this was part of his punishment for being such a little shit. He lifted his head upwards and let gravity do the work of causing the small form to slide further into his mouth and could feel Tommy's head and shoulders start to enter the opening of his throat. He could hear the tiny yelling very clearly, especially since only a couple inches of flesh was separating him from his ears, and the begging for help that was mixed within the colorful words were tugging at his heartstrings. Stealing his nerves to not reduce the punishment, he took the first swallow.

Tommy was terrified as he continued to fight with the probing tongue, only thankful that the creature wasn’t using its teeth to tear into him, but was still holding him in place despite his best efforts,” let me out you bastard, let me out!!! He tried to use his talon on his hands to try and damage what he could, but his efforts were only met with more licks and hums at his apparent taste. His shrieks got more desperate when the head of the creature tilted its head and felt himself start to slide forwards towards the black abyss of its throat,” Techno, Wilbur, someone help me please. Dadza!!!” The muscles were quick to latch themselves onto his head and shoulders and pull him downwards as a loud gulp sounded around him, quickly turning his yells more frantic and mindless as he was pulled further down into the tight darkness. The muscles were unforgiving as they pulled him from the mouth, only allowing the slightest amount of movement as the slimy walls forced him downwards, and he was forced to close his eyes and mouth to prevent slime from entering them; it was worse now.

Phil licked his lips lightly as he used a finger to trace the wriggling form until it passed under his collarbone, sighing in mild delight as it entered his crop, the organ quickly trying to stop the frantically moving tiny. Phil placed a hand over the slightly prominent bulge just under his ribcage and gently pressed down, giving a pleased chirp as he felt the tiny punch back at him with rage, but suddenly stopped when they listened to his chirp. “ Are you finally going to stop being a little shit?” He waited patiently for the boy to realize what had happened.

Tommy took a gasping breath as his head left the throat and entered an open space, letting him really scream again and once the rest of his body followed, began to beat against the walls of the organ that make a low rumble as they pressed their fleshy walls against him, and a louder (and more menacing) rumble coming from below him. He yelped when a force pressed against him through the walls of the organ, causing him to be nearly immobile between the two walls. This made him angry as the ‘thing’ that ate him was now enjoying his misery, he tried to punch out at the walls to try and cause as much pain as he could before he… he.  A very familiar chirp rattled the organ and caused him to freeze in his movements, and gasped loudly when he heard the voice that belonged to that chirp, “Phil?..... Phil what the fuck, why am I in your stomach!!!” The organ gave a menacing rumble at his words and made him flinch into the wall where the pressure of what he guessed to be Phil’s hand, trying to find some sort of comfort from the touch.

Phil rubbed gently at the tense form under his skin,” You’re currently in my crop,  you're where you are as punishment for all the trouble you've been causing everyone. Be thankful that it's me doing this and not someone else, and you'll be perfectly fine since you won’t be pushed futher down unless I consiously do so. You almost got put into a jar with breathing holes, so you can be thankful that didn’t happen.” He gave one more gentle pat before he took to the sky, chuckling when he felt the small weight tumble inside his crop,” I let you out once I feel that you've been punished enough.” Phil decided to take the long route back to the tavern, wanting to enjoy the strange feeling as long as he could, especially with him now flying; it had caused the boy to fall snugly into the bottom of his crop.

“Phil, I was just having fun, please let me out.” Tommy fell backward from the wall as the giant hand patted at him, and was forced to stay down as the giant body launched into the sky, the inertia forcing him to stay in the bottom of the organ. He curled in on himself and huffed slightly, he was really just having fun with everyone, as much as he hated to admit it; they were cooler than a dumb bird like him. They always made fun of all of his shortcomings, why couldn’t he take advantage of theirs…. It just wasn’t fair. Why couldn’t he be cool like everyone else, even Technoblade the human was cooler than he was. He felt his chest hitch in a shaky breath as he started to silently cry to himself, snuggling into the comforting warmth of the walls around him, the organ seeming to sense his sorrow and rubbing against him. It wasn’t long before he had cried himself into a deep sleep, curled tightly into a ball with his tiny wings wrapped around his shoulders almost like a sodden and feathery cape.

It wasn’t long before Phil made it back to the pub, the sun now a burnt orange as it rested on the fr horizon, and it seemed that everyone had already moved on to their own homes to prepare for sleep. He gently landed and placed a hand over his crop to feel at the still lump, he had noticed that Tommy went still about halfway into the flight home and it slightly worried the older male,” Tommy, you alright in their mate?” The form moved slightly but gave no other reaction, it seemed that the boy had fallen asleep, which made Phil sigh softly in relief, but knew that he couldn’t leave the boy in there. He was gentle as he brought the kid up, gently sliding the tiny form out of his mouth and looking down at them with softness, but that quickly changed to worry as he really took in the look on Tommy’s face. He could tell that the kid had been crying and as he listened to the sleepy mumbles of the boy, he now understood that he had really fucked up. He was quick to gently clean the boy without waking him, which was much harder than he thought as he almost woke him a few times, but managed to get it done.

Phil made his way to a reclining chair that was wing friendly while holding the tiny in one hand and a blanket in the other, settling down and placing the tiny over his heart as he laid back. He used a hand to gently stroke the tiny, muttering softly as he gazed down at his tiny son,” I'm sorry that you feel like you're less than everyone, you couldn’t be farther from the truth big man, you are Tommyinit; only you. I and your brother love you very much and would never want you to change. I'm sorry for doing that to you.” He gently leaned back and closed his eyes with a sigh, hoping he could fix everything in the morning once the two of them got a nice amount of rest, he soon started loudly snoring while his hand laid over the tiny avian protectively.

The tiny body jerked quietly as Tommy looked up at the giant face with fresh tears on his face. He had woken up when Phil had nearly dropped him into the warm water but had decided to keep playing possum because it was too comforting to be treated so gently. It had taken everything in him not to jump up and hug the giant face at his father's words, but he waited and just listened, almost feeling stupid for his feelings earlier. “ I love you too, dad.” He wrapped his arms around the giant thumb and pulled it to his chest, before he too, fell into a deep and dreamless sleep with a small smile.

[jkknight98]

Fear less, Forget, and Forgive

Here’s a short little story of Tommy and Techno finally addressing the awkardness around one another after the events of my gift for Altobug83. I may have made Techno a bit more emotional than how he’s normally portrayed, but I felt the urge to write this ending. I hope you guys enjoy while I try to rewrite the Skeppy and BBH fic sitting in my drafts~

warning: this does refrence back for my gift that had some hard vore moments, not in the same detail, but they are mentioned.

“Look, Tommy, me and Will are going out to get a few more things from the market, you stay here with Techno and hold down the house alright?”

In any other circumstance, Tommy would have loved to have nearly free reign over the house, but after what happened a few weeks ago, he still didn’t want to be anywhere near his piglin like brother, especially not alone like last time. He gave a soft whine as Phil tried to remove him from his shoulders, but he was quick to try and hide between the soft black feathers that coated his father's wings, not wanting to be removed in the slightest. “But Phil, I don't want to be stuck at home, what if you and Will get to see something cool while I'm stuck here, it’s not fair.”

What he didn’t realize was that his father and the rest of the household had noticed Tommy’s hesitance and near refusal to be anywhere near Techno, they all agreed to try and find out what was happened, especially since Techno didn’t know the reason himself, facing the issue head-on was the decided course of action. Tommy gave another whine as a pair of giant pale fingers gently pulled him from his feathered hideaway and quickly sat him on the wooden table, but swatted at them in annoyance as they ruffled his blond hair. Phil was quick to leave him on the table as he moved for the door, and Tommy could see the tiny mop of brunette hair that was seated among the giant's blond, and the two left Tommy on his own; but not really. Tommy could help but freeze as Techno entered the room, face still holding the impassive look like always, but his eyes couldn’t help but focus on his mouth. The memory made his arm twitch in phantom pain and he was quick to try and leave,” H-hey Techno, I'm going to head off to my room to play some games, good?” He tried to make his way off the table as quick as he could, but couldn't help but yelp when he found himself gripped in familiar pink-tinted hands and nearly jumped out before the fingers softly wrapped around him.

“Yeah no, we need to talk.” Techno had no idea why Tommy had been acting like he was terrified to even be in the same room as him, but he wanted answers as to why he had found that scrap of Tommy’s shirt between his teeth. He didn’t like how he could feel the tiny heartbeat fluttering like mad under his fingers, as much as he wanted to hide it, it was clear that Tommy was terrified to be in Techno’s hold. He slowly brought his little brother close to his chest as he moved to walk towards the living room, hoping that the sound of his own heartbeat would soothe him, just like how it did when he found the boy passed out on his chest late in the night.

Tommy shivered as he was brought upwards, but thankfully not towards the face, he might have really screamed if he was. He was surprised to be held to the chest, he had forgotten how comforting the sound of his brother's heart was, it had been drowned out by the noises of his other organs the last time he was this close to it. He gripped the fingers holding him tightly as the two of them moved to the living room, Techno moving to sit on the couch and still holding him close. “ W-What do you want to talk about?”

Techno couldn’t help but snort slightly,” I think you already know, you've been avoiding me like I’m a monster, I have to say that's not a nice feeling when it comes from your little brother.” He kept his grip on the tiny but moved to make it less caging so as not to freak him out. It was hard to put his feelings into actual words as they raced in his head, giving him a mild migraine and making him slightly regret telling the other two to leave the house. “ I want to know what happened, especially since I found a scrap of one of your shirts stuck between my teeth. Did you do something to me in my sleep because you haven’t been near my mouth any time I've been awake; what happened?”

This made Tommy shiver slightly as he thought back to that day, Techno was fully awake when it happened, just unknowing. He didn’t want to talk about it, he really didn’t, but even he could see the barely visible look of pain in Techno’s eyes at how Tommy had been acting around him lately. “ You were awake when it happened, you just didn’t know I was there, and I don't know how I’m alive.” The tears flowed freely at this point as the memories resurfaced and he turned into the comfort that the fingers still provided,” You didn’t know I was hiding in the bread when you rushed out of the house, you didn’t hear me scream, not even when you made these.” He held out his arm to fully show the marks that rested on his skin, not wanting to look at them himself as he continued to cry.

Techno could help but be confused at Tommy’s wording,” What do you mean I was awake- '' as the boy continued to talk, and couldn’t stop the sharp intake of breath as he realized what happened. He remembered clearly how he thought he had cut himself with his own teeth when he tasted blood,” oh gods.” He felt his stomach turn and his face pale, the taste of blood, the weird noise he heard, and the weird way the lump of ‘bread’ stuck in his throat. He had eaten his own brother and had no idea he did until now, his own hands started to shake as he thought how alone Tommy must have felt despite being so close to him, it made him feel so sick with himself. He felt unfamiliar wetness start to slide down his face, he was crying.

Tommy looked up when the hands holding him starting to shake,” hic- why the fuck are you shaking?” He had never seen his brother's face so expressive in his life, the fear, sorrow, the self-anger, each emotion was as clear as a brightly lit sign. The thing that really caught him off guard was Techno crying, the massive red eyes were redder than usual as they looked down at him, and had multiple tracks of tears running down his face as he couldn't stop them,” Techie….Your crying.” He yelped when the hands lifted upwards and he was mildly frightened to see that he was being lifted back towards the giant face, but he was met with the giant nose being softly pressed into him as his brother shifted his hands to be hugging him against his face as he continued to cry.

“Fuck Tommy, I'm so sorry, I can’t believe that I hurt you… Fuck I’m so sorry,” He held Tommy close to his nose as he continued to softly cry, his ego prevented him from crying any harder, but his emotions were also too strong to stop the tears that did escape him as they rolled down his face and caused his throat to clench in pain. “ You have to understand that I would never willingly hurt you, whatever happened on that day, I swear on my life that it will never happen again.”  The piglin hybrid let out a shaky sigh as he felt his brothers arms wrap around his nose and fully lean into his touch, he normally didn’t like to be touched, but by the gods was he happy to feel his brother hug him,” I swear I will make it up to you Tommy, I don’t want you scared of me, I’m not a monster..” He signed in relief as he felt the smaller boy nod against his nose as he also cried, he knew that it still would take a while before Tommy would fully be over what happened, because who would be able to get over that level of trauma quickly. Techno would be with him every step of the way, he couldn’t take back what his body did to his little brother, but so help him if he didn’t try to ease as much of the pain as he could.

*

“Do you think the two of them made up yet, or are they fighting like before, even that would be better than the awkwardness that has hung over everyone lately.” Phil could only sigh as his eldest child kicked his legs lightly against his shoulders, hoping that he would find the house peaceful or in a wreck instead of a field of glass.

“I'm hoping for the first, but you're right about the second one being just as favorable, but I hope we have a house to walk into when I open the door.” Phil was slow to open the door and was happy to see that the house wasn’t in shambles, but was concerned when he didn't see his other two children anywhere. “Boys… Techno… Tommy?”  He started to make his way towards the stairs after seeing that the kitchen was completely empty but was stopped by a sharp tug on his ear,” What the fuck Wil-” but he quickly saw what his son was trying to show.

On one of the couches was a softly slumbering Techno who still had some easily identifiable wet spots on his shirt, and resting over his heart with a protective hand covering him was Tommy. The two apparently had such an exhausting moment together that they must have passed out completely when the emotions calmed, but it seems like things have fully been mended. Phil smiled as he turned away from the peaceful site and went back towards the kitchen,” Let's make some good food for when the two wake up and don't you dare tease your brothers for finally showing emotion.”

“Fiinnee, you're no fun Phil, but I’ll leave them alone. They both needed this.”

[jkknight98]

My gift for @altobug83 for the MCYT GT Exchange.

@altobug83 You gave me a lot of freedom with this so I opened my little box of angst that I normally keep hidden away to work on this one (I almost did two of the prompts because they were really good and it took me a long while to decide on which one to do). Maybe it will “break your poor buggy heart” like you asked, I hope so since I tried my best. Poor Tommy is not in for a good time when he decided to mess with big bro Techno~

Warning: blood, broken bones, digestion, semi-death, angst galore.

Tommy snickered quietly to himself as he hid himself inside the bit of bread that Technoblade set out to take on his next outing, he was going to get that giant pink prick for the last prank he had pulled on him, it had taken Tommy ages to pull himself out of the slime block he was shoved into. It had taken him ages to get out of the center of the cold thing since Techno had carved the center out so deep that even jumping didn’t help him escape, he had to wait until Wilbur arrived home for him to be helped out.

He smiled when he heard the sound of Techno and Phil's voices getting closer, he tenses up in anticipation as he feels the vibration of the giant's steps getting closer, not noticing how rapid the steps were. He wanted to wait for the right moment to strike since he knew his brother always takes his time in eating, so it would be perfect for his prank. He gasped slightly when the pink-tinted fingers gripped the bread around him harshly and he knew that it was time. He shimmed forward and got ready to yell and hopefully see the shocked pink face, but was instead met with a rapidly approaching maw. He didn’t even get the chance to scream as the teeth slammed quickly over the portion of bread he had decided to hide in.

Techno was only able to give Phil a quick goodbye before he had to rush out the door, he had an urgent meeting with Dream, he couldn’t even put it off long enough to sit down and eat the lunch he had prepared earlier in the day. He quickly shoved a portion of the bread first in his mouth, he gave a slight pause before chewing when he thought he heard an odd sound, but just assumed it was just something outside before beginning to lighty chew the bread so he could swallow it quicker. He frowned right before he swallowed as the faint coppery taste of blood made itself known, he must have accidentally clipped the inside of his cheek with his teeth again, but just pushed that thought aside as he swallowed. He lightly coughed as the lump seemed to get stuck in his chest before he swallowed harder and sighed gratefully as he felt it move further on, he didn't think about it any further as he continued to eat, bringing up his hand to muffle a low belch that rumbled from his throat.

Tommy felt like he was going through hell, he didn’t even get the chance to scream as his chunk of bread was shoved into Techno’s mouth, the bread around him immediately getting mushy with saliva and the tongue rising to press the mass into the rough pallet, each time he tried to get Techno’s attention it only leads to a mix of mushy bread and spit going into his own mouth. Tommy tried his best to kick at the tongue and pallet since it was the only part of his body not fully covered by the mushy bread, but this lead to him not realizing where his arms were, that was until he felt his left arm get squished painfully between molars and the bread provided no cushion as the small bones were crushed cruelly: and unintentionally. Tommy gave a muffled screamed and felt fresh tears roll down his face as he felt white-hot pain radiate from the arm he still couldn’t see, he tried to call for Techno again, but froze when he felt the mass around him get pushed backward by the tongue towards the dark abyss of the throat that only registered as deeper darkness. He could only close his eyes tightly as his body was forced inside, the muscles pulling him down and making his arm flare in even worse pain, he was completely helpless. He whimpered slightly as he felt Techno cough around him and felt a touch of hope that maybe he was noticed, that he would be released from this nightmare and could go home, but the muscles stopped spasming and continued to force him downwards.

Tommy gave a pained whimper as he was forced into the lowly gurgling organ, the entrance’s squeezing caused the fragments to grind painfully against one another, and Tommy couldn’t stop himself from tumbling inside. There wasn’t much space inside Techno’s stomach but it was enough for him to be able to escape the mush he was previously trapped in and weakly stand before his head brushed the top of the organ. He took a quick look towards his arm in the darkness and could faintly see how it dangled limply against his side despite his best effort to lift it. He used his other arm to beat at the fleshy wall with all his strength and scream till his throat burned to try and get his brother's attention, going until he was panting harshly from the foul air, and feeling crushed when he got no reaction. Tommy yelped when the walls flexed around him, squishing into him with a low growl as more bread began to fill the stomach around him, there was nothing he could do to escape it; what could he do?

Cry

That's all that Tommy did for the time he remained conscious, he had stopped begging a while ago when he realized that there was no way Techno could hear, he didn't when Tommy was in his mouth, he definitely wouldn’t hear him now. He also couldn’t feel him thrashing in his gut. He then moved to start apologizing for everything he's ever done as he sat against one of the walls, for being such a troublesome son to Phil, for being a poor excuse of a brother to both Wilbur and Techno, and for not being a good enough friend for both Tubbo and Ranboo. He just continued to ramble out apologies for every person he’s ever met in his life until there was no one left, and he was stuck sitting in silence. The acids were really starting to burn at this point and Tommy was begging to lost most of the feeling in his legs after sitting in the slowly rising liquids for so long, but he did take some comfort at the light feeling of fingers rubbing the stomach from the outside, Techno was still comforting him unintentionally. That brotherly touch gave Tommy just enough willpower to allow himself to let go and fade into the darkness as the stomach gave a loud grumble.  He woke up only once more when the walls compressed tightly against him, it thankfully didn’t hurt anymore, but he also couldn’t feel anything under the now chest level stomach acid. Thankfully another belch from Techno stole away the last of the breathable air and Tommy slipped back into the embrace of unconsciousness.

`~w~`

Tommy woke with a loud gasp as his sheets fell away to rest at his hips, breathing heavily as he used his arms to grip at his chest and face, feeling at his skin to find it smooth and unblemished; unlike before. He whipped his head around to see that he was back in his room with the messy pile of clothes in the corner and plenty of empty coke cans that littered his desk next to his gaming setup, not the sweltering hot stomach that was filled with mildly burning acids and a mix of partially digested bread...and himself. Was it a dream though?

He should be dead at this point, not back in his bed and hearing the voice of Phil calling out to him for breakfast, it really must have been a dream. Tommy could only sigh in relief as he raised his left arm to brush back the slightly sweaty hair that stuck itself to his forehead, but froze when his eyes locked onto his arm. The arm was fully functional and unbroken like it was in the ‘dream’, but the skin of his arm didn’t look the same as it did the day before, it looked like he developed a weird birthmark. The more he looked at it, the paler he felt himself get as the shapes of the birthmark looked more and more like bite marks from massive teeth, which could only mean one thing...

“It wasn’t a fuckin dream”.

Breakfast wasn’t easy, Phil gave him shit for disappearing for the entire day yesterday, asking where the hell had he been that whole time and why hadn’t he answered his phone once, the cops had almost been called before Phila had checked his room to find him passed out in the bed. Wilbur was the only one who really took notice of the new marks on his arm but mistook them for sunburns as make the joke to slap one of the marks and asking how Tommy got them into such weird shapes, which lead to a screaming match that Phil had to break up by picking up Wilbur and moving him away. Tommy was grateful for this as he thought being picked up again made his heart race. What made things worse was the fact he was torn between being unable to watch Techno eat, but also having the tiny morbid voice in his mind wondering if his form was as visible going down the piglin’s throat.  He could feel the red eyes watching him flinch every time Techno brought something to his mouth. What could he say ‘sorry Techie, I can’t watch you eat because I keep thinking back to how you ate me yesterday and I’m somehow still alive.’ Tommy just forced himself to keep eating the bit of giant pancake in front of him as Phil began to chatter about something crow-related.

-w-

Technoblade couldn’t help but notice how quiet Tommy was during breakfast today, ignoring the small spat he had with Wilbur, and seemed to flinch at every move he made. It if was anyone else it would have brought a smile to his face, but not with Tommy, the boy had even run off when he tried to ask him what was wrong once everyone was finished eating. It slightly unnerved him and even Phil didn’t know, but he had to assume it had something to do with the kids' disappearance yesterday. Techno could only give a slight huff as did his morning routine and using some floss to clean where his toothbrush couldn’t fit around his tusks, the kid was probably just being weird again and it would only be a matter of time before he was back to normal.

Techno frowned when he pulled out the floss and found something red wrapped around it, he didn't eat anything that would be red though? He gently pulled it away from the floss and rubbed it between his fingers, it almost felt like cloth. His eyes widened as he realized that it was cloth, specifically the sleeve of a familiar red shirt and when he gave it a hesitant sniff, it still smelled like his little brother that had been avoiding him like the plague all morning.

How did a ripped sleeve of his little brother's shirts end up caught between his teeth, and why did Tommy’s flinch every time he opened his mouth to eat made so much more sense.

[jkknight98]

My G/T promt challenge attempt inspiration.

This was my first attempt at ever doing a collective prompt challenge so it’s very safe to say I am a little nervous posting this story, especially since I suck at writing standard stories and fell back into my comfort zone, but I hope that everyone who reads enjoys it. It's from @bittydragon idea ( If I knew how to link the original post I would, but I am not very well versed in Tumblr writing yet).

The prompt was to have the tiny protect the giant, I was faced with two options that I could do, protecting the mental self vs the physical self. I chose protecting from the physical since a giant can easily protect the outside of their bodies, but their insides can be easily hurt without them knowing until much later.

Here’s Tommy protecting a gaint Wilbur from his own poor judgement plus interactions from the rest of the sleepybois inc.

Warnings : Blood warning, slight mention of regurgitating meal, soft vore, cursing.

(I have always viewed soft vore as a sfw interest but I know others may not so I’ll leave it out of the main collective tag just to be safe until I’ve been given the all clear to add it, but otherwise I’ll say its just an inspiration from all the wonderful work already posted through the challenge.)

G/T Prompt Challenge

Wilbur should have known that his habit of eating sand would come back to bite him one day, but who could blame him when he enjoyed the texture of sand crunching in his teeth and the feeling it made tumbling around in his stomach. It was supposed to be a normal day when the sands decided to strike back against him. He was just enjoying a warm summers day with his family at the nearby beach, techno was asleep under a umbrella while Phil was trying to keep his tiny brother Tommy from accidentally drowning himself by jumping from the giant's knee and then pinching them to make the man jump and create massive waves for the little gremlin. He couldn't hide his smile as he took hold of another handful of sand and let it fall in clumps into his mouth, not noticing the hidden treasure chest even when it landed in the middle of his tongue with the copious sand, he didn’t get a chance to chew the sand before his father yelled at him after seeing what he had done, swallowing the mouthful quickly before the giant avian could force him to spit it out,” Alright Alright Phil, I've had my two mouthfuls for the day.”

“ You shouldn’t be eating any, what are you going to do if you swallow something that isn’t just sand, what are we going to do then!”

Wilbur just laughed at his yelling father as he leaned backwards on his hands, smiling as he watched Tommy get his fathers attention again by using his feathers as a climbing frame, he shook his head at the sight. He really did love his mixed-up family.

~~

It wasn't until they were having dinner that night did they all find out the true dangers of his habit. They haven't been eating long, Phil chatting with Techno about who knows what while Tommy darted around the table pulling himself chunks of food from everyone's plate, Phil had learned quickly not to make one for Tommy since the tiny always said that everyone else's looked better, and Willbur was waiting for the next pass of the tiny so he could pull his target out of reach. He had pulled up a giant piece of pork away from the tiny, quickly stuffing it into his mouth and laughing as the gremlin child raged at him, he quickly chewed and swallowed down the meat as he dodged the tiny pea that was thrown at him, ” Come on Tomms, I know you have a better arm than that.” He continued to eat a bit more on his plate, subtly feeling how much he ate already before he stopped, feeling a touch of pain from his stomach.

“That's weird?”

“What's weird Will?”

His father looked at him slightly concerned when he had pushed his chair back a bit to look down at himself, taking a hand to gently place on his stomach, ” I don't know dad, my stomach just started hur-ghh.” The moment he put a slight amount of pressure on his stomach it felt as if something was ripping inside, the pain was bad enough that it nearly brought him to tears. He quickly pulled up his shirt to see if it was something on the outside, but the skin was perfectly clear with no signs of irritation.

“Wilbur walk me through what hurts.”

The avian was already up and at his side while Techno was holding Tommy at his other side, but still out of the way of their father, both looking equally as concerned.

“What's wrong with you big man, finally bite off more than you could chew?” The tiny looked as ridiculous as usual trying to act indifferent like the oldest, but it was easy to see the real concern hidden behind his normal snark.

“Oh shut up before I feed you to a bird Bratt, ” Wilbur stuck his tongue out at him before wincing again when he felt his fathers cool touch, ” hurts right where your pressing.” He watched as Phil's hand began pressing at different parts of his body, telling him about how the pain was worse in that spot, but could feel it throbbing into other areas.

He watched his father frown before he went to stand fully, he looked more concerned than he had before, but didn't voice anything to clue his sons into what he was thinking. The avain walked over to a side room to grab a small bucket and set it into Wilbur’s lap, taking care to not press it against his stomach, before sitting back in his chair to look at his son, ” I'm going to need you to empty your stomach a small amount, I don't want you to empty it fully just in case it's something I hope it's not, but I want to check just in case.

Wilbur felt a little annoyed at the thought, they were just eating dinner and now dad wants him to spit up half of it just because of a little stomach pain? “ Really dad I'm sure I'm fine, it's probably something stupid like I ate to big-.”

The avians wings puffed up in an attempt to show how serious he was to his son,

“Dont argue with me Will, just do it.”

Wilbur looked at the sternness on his father's face and sighed, ” fine, ” he began flexing the muscles he used for whenever Tommy used his stomach as his personal sleeping bag and nearly cried when he felt his stomach explode in pain again. It was as if every moment his stomach made was like it was ripping itself open. He only got a little bit into his throat before he had to stop because the pain was too much, quickly spitting the mouthful into the bucket and thrusting it into Phils arms as he leaned over and and gently wrapped his arms around himself, ” please don't make me do that again, it really fucking hurt.”

He didn't see the concern on Phil’s face as he looked into the bucket and showed it to his other two sons, Techno looking equally as concerned while Tommy looked confused. The tiny leaned further over the slightly tinted pink fingers and wrinkled his nose at the almost coffee ground looking substance that rested in the bottom.

“What is that brown stuff, Wilbur didn't eat any mud before we had dinner.”

The father figure kept up his concerned expression as he set down the bucket to run a hand through his hair,”That's because that isn’t mud, that's what it looks like when someone is suffering from internal bleeding.” Phil looked back at Wilbur's plate and the others quickly as he used his hands to feel for anything that could have been hidden inside,” I don’t know what you could have swallowed Wil, I made sure to not have any bones in anything.”

Wilbur just shook his head as it swam a little bit in pain,” I don’t know either, all I've eaten before it started hurting was dinner and the sand at the beach.” he gave another groan as his stomach gave another contraction and sent another wave of pain,” I'm just going to stall my system until we figure out what to do.” He closed his eyes to concentrate and felt the change gradually, his stomach calming and finally coming to a standstill to prevent the walls from churning at the rate that they were, no longer trying to digest the little bit of dinner he consumed.

Techno was the first to gently move Tommy to one hand as he used his other to gently grip his brother on the shoulder,” You sure you didn’t eat anything between our beach trip to now, nothing at all?” The piglin hybrid was clearly a little on edge, he was fully capable of protecting his family from the outside, but even he was powerless when a threat came from their own insides.

Everyone was a panicking a bit more as they tried to think what could be doing this to the musically inclined son before Tommy spoke up, the tiny brightening as he thought of a good idea in his mind,” Why don’t I go inside to check, I can go and see whats wreaking up your insides, that would work wouldn't it?”

The thought made Will turn a little green, ” I don't know if I could get you down with how bad it hurts,” he managed to make a teasing smirk though,” you sure you want to see that porkchop again.” He laughed at the face the tiny had made, but winced again when a flash of pain punished him for this action. He took a slow breath and tried to raise up as slow as he could, wincing as he got to his full sitting height,” are you really sure you want to do that, it’s going to be more gross than ever.”

The tiny just smiled as he pushed up his sleeves and held up his arms in a clear ‘pick me up’ gesture,” I can’t really protect you guys from the outside, but I am able to help you from the inside, besides a little gunk isn’t going to stop me from keeping my big brother safe.”  

The response brought a small smile to Will's face as he lifted the tiny,” alright you sap, let's get a plan put together before you go saving me from what's hurting me.”

`~`

Tommy stood in Will’s hand and gently shuffled the duffle bag on his shoulder that held a small knife and a small splash healing potion to reduce the damage before a proper healing potion could be taken, he looked up with another smile,” alright, let's get this over with before you get even worse.”

Will smiled lightly before opening his mouth, feeling his smaller brother clamber his way inside and curling up, and slowly closed his mouth and tilted his head back. He felt a mild wave of sickness at the thought of the heavy weight his brother would unintentionally create, but forced it away as he gave a quick swallow,using a hand to gently touch the firm bulge before it slipped behind his collarbone. He looked up to his dad and other brother with a weak smile,” let's hope he finds what's wrong and not cause any more damage.”

Tommy couldn’t help the soft noise of disgust as he slid into the stomach, landing in knee high mix of the stomach's contents, but he also noticed a strange glowing that was coming from what he suspected to be the front of Willbur’s stomach. He was quick to wade his way over to the object, also taking note of a few other things that shouldn’t have been there floating in the muck. “When did he manage to eat chainmail….oh my god.” Sticking out the stomach wall that looked very inflamed under the shiny purple glow was an iron sword, the handle looking a little worse for wear like the armor but the blade looked perfectly fine as it held firmly in the slowly bleeding wall. Tommy was momentarily shocked before he went to inspect the wound, wincing as he yelled up to Wilbur to inform him what he found.

Wilbur heard the tiny voice of Tommy yell out at him, listening for a moment before looking at the two other giants in pure confusion,” He found a sword sticking into me, as well as chain mail armour… when the hell did that get in there.” He jerked and gave a loud yelp as the pain in his middle got more intense before he felt the normal tingling of a healing potion,” You could have warned me before you pulled it out you little shit.”

Phil was the first to slap a hand to his head,” we were on a beach next to the ocean, you probably ate a buried treasure without realizing, this is what you get for eating sand all the time, be thankful tommy was here or else things could have been way worse.” The elder left the room quickly with a yell on how he's going to get a large healing potion to ensure the wound would fully heal once the youngest was released. The second eldest looked at Wilbur with a small smirk as he got up, giving a quiet ‘ I told you so’ before also leaving the room.

The remaining son sighed as he placed a hand over his stomach, softly rubbing where he felt his tiny brother was leaning,”Let's get you out of there Toms.”

`~`

“I really can’t thank you enough Tommy, if what you were saying was true, there would have been no way for us to get that sword out on my own. Also what enchantments did it have on it.”

Tommy smiled up from his cosy position in a towel placed on Wilburs chest, snuggling further into the softness and warmth the two provided together,” It had unbreaking on it, it would have taken you ages to digest the thing, and you would have to go through so many healing potions since you couldn;t heal around it.”

The elder nodded and placed his hand over the towel as he laid his head on his pillow, using his thumb to stroke the tiny in thanks,” what would I do without you, you little gremlin.” He smiled when he felt a small pair of arms wrap around his thumb tightly and pull it to rest on the tiny’s chest where he could feel the gentle breathing.

“ You wouldn’t be able to shit, someone has to protect you giant bastards when you think nothing can hurt you, especially things at my size.”

[jkknight98]

I really want to write a little angst thanks to Tommy's stream today (had to watch the vid because I was at work when the stream started)

I want giant Wilbur to be holding tiny Tommy in the moment when he's warning him about going over to Quackity, looking down at the tiny with genuine concern as it takes everything in his power not to curl his fingers around his brother and hold him to his chest.

“I just don't want him to hurt you!” Wilbur watches in dismay as the tiny chambers down from his hand, only stopping midway from the offered hand from the other giant (who had a slightly smug smile on his scared face) before turning back with a tired and angry look on his face.

“I can fend for myself, Will! You haven't been around for a long time.”

This sentence caused such pain in his chest, much like a sword going through it, but Wil felt his face fall as he really took those words in much later after everything went down near Los Nevadas. He remembered the stories that Tommy told him when he was gone, of all the pain he went through while his “big brother” was dead and wasn't there to protect him. He definitely noted when the tiny had commented how the ‘needle’ was a “great place to jump off from and end it” and even when he used a water bucket to almost test in the giant's mind. It had really stressed him out at the moment and he quickly ignored the other giant to ensure the tiny was safe. That moment really cemented the thought in his mind, Wilbur was supposed to be there, not letting such a tiny being be left alone in this cold world where he had been lied to and manipulated over and over again. Wilbur failed him when he died. Wilbur could only mutter a soft ok when the other two had wandered away to talk again.

He knew what he needed to do, he didn't want to force Tommy since he was actively trying to be a better person, but he was going to do everything in his power to protect him from everything. From mobs, Big Q, everyone who manipulated the small boy, even from himself.

He just needed to talk with dream first.