Vore With Friend Groups Is Just So So Nice I Think >///< Eating A Few Of Your Buddies And One Stays Out

Vore with friend groups is just so so nice I think >///< eating a few of your buddies and one stays out to give you belly rubs… hnnnggg,,,,

hello, goodbye, t'was nice to know you

Chapter 1 of 2: Daises - loyalty ; secrets between friends

Tubbo found a borrower in his flat a couple months ago, injured and in need of help. Now that Ranboo has healed it's time for them to part ways. (Unless?)

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finally decided to post this here. this all spawned from a prompt I found on a list by @a-tiny-frog-girl who is very cool 👍 It turned into its own AU haha. Next chapter will be Ranboo POV so that'll be fun ^_^ - cw: mentioned past captivity, past violence, referenced broken bones. tell me if I missed something! -

Tubbo looks away from the borrower that's been in his life for the past couple months, arms crossed over his chest in a way he hopes comes across as casual. "You can leave now. If you want to." He says.

"I-I can?" Tubbo can perfectly picture the way Ranboo looks when they say that; ears perking up, mismatch eyes shining in the light as they actually look up at Tubbo for once.

He shrugs "your arm is pretty much healed, so, yeah. Just— like, don't go straining it and shit."

"O-of course, yeah, mhm." Ranboo says, "and this isn't— you're not going to, like... stop me?" Their voice gets more unsure at the end.

Tubbo's eyes snap back to Ranboo, still standing on the shelf right where he set them, next to the hole in the wall. Their hands fidget with the tuft of fur at the end of their tail, attention still solely on the human.

"Why would I?" Tubbo says, frowning.

"Just— well, because. You, uh, y'know?" Ranboo waves a hand—the uninjured one—around the air between them and Tubbo in the most sweeping, vague motions possible.

Tubbo's frown deepens, "no, I don't know."

Ranboo winces and looks away at Tubbo's response, ears drooping immediately.

Tubbo takes a slow breath in, then sighs, expression softening. He thinks for a moment, trying to understand why Ranboo would ask that and what they're implying.

Ever since they took the makeshift splint off of Ranboo's arm yesterday, the phantom feeling of loneliness has been creeping back up on Tubbo, an invisible clock ticking down the hours, minutes, seconds until Ranboo finally decides to go back to their own life, taking up most of Tubbo's thoughts and causing a hollow feeling in his chest that he tells himself he'll deal with later.

He assumed Ranboo would be excited to finally go back to their normal life inside the walls, they were yesterday and this morning, why would they think Tubbo would stop them? Did they think he would...

Oh.

For a moment, the empty hole in his chest turns into a lead weight that interferes with his breathing.

"Ranboo," Tubbo tries to make the way his arms tighten around himself go unnoticed, aiming for a calm tone, "did... did you think I was going to keep you here?"

The borrower brings their tail closer, the end wrapping fully around one hand. Ranboo doesn't answer verbally, but after a moment, they nod.

The weight doesn't lessen. Tubbo keeps his hands tucked close, taking a deep breath.

"I'm not, I was never going to. You're free to go wherever you want Ranboo. I'm sorry if I made you feel trapped here, I just— it was partially my fault you broke your arm, so I wanted to help fix it." He says.

Ranboo nods as Tubbo finishes, "I-I know. And I'm... I'm really thankful for your help, Tubbo. It's just I've— I guess— it wouldn't be the first time a human changed their mind about, uh, that."

The duo let that statement sink in.

Ranboo looks smaller, if that's possible; uncomfortable, focused on brushing through strands of their tail fur while tension makes their movements stiff. Tubbo doesn't think he's much better, neither of them have ever really talked about things that happened in the past before. Ranboo has never asked Tubbo where his scars came from or why he feels the need to check every locked window and door late at night, and similarly Tubbo has never asked Ranboo why they wake up in the middle of the night gasping for air or why smiley faces make them freeze and go quiet.

(Tubbo did hide all the notes and things with smiley faces away after he noticed that though. Just because they don't talk about their problems doesn't mean they'll disregard things that are clearly distressing to the other.)

But just this once, Tubbo will ask just a little. "Are you saying a human has... refused to let you go, before?"

Ranboo nods.

Again, they're silent.

Tubbo has never been one to react with wild emotions, but that doesn't mean he can't feel the horror and fury broiling deep in him. Time and time again he's reminded just how bad people can be, he almost feels ill thinking of what that could mean for a borrower, someone that can fit in the palm of Tubbo's hand, bones snappable like twigs; what someone like the man that gave Tubbo his scars could do, without consequence because no one even knows you exist—

"...That's fucked up." Tubbo says after a moment.

Ranboo snorts, glancing back up at Tubbo, "is that, like, all you're gonna say?" They ask, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm not going to force you to talk about something horrible that happened if you don't want to."

Ranboo's ears twitch, watching Tubbo take a quick breath before continuing.

"Ranboo, I promise I would never do that to you. Okay? You are my friend, and no matter if you leave and I never see you again, or if you stick around and I do, I will never do anything to trap you here." He finishes, watching Ranboo mull the words over.

The borrower sighs, "I guess I just... thought you might change your mind about letting me go like that human did. That human and I weren't— we never became friends, really, but I thought we got along at least, until he, um... yeah." They trail off, shrugging.

Tubbo nods, expression pinched. Despite still knowing practically nothing, it's a start, even if this is his last time seeing Ranboo so they'll never have a chance to continue beyond that.

As if reading his thoughts, Ranboo takes a step back towards the hole in the wall, Tubbo makes no move to stop them, he doesn't even twitch a finger.

"Welp..." Ranboo smiles, crooked and awkward and something else, making Tubbo loosen his stance and smile back halfheartedly.

"You're gonna go?"

"Yeah, I think so."

Tubbo blinks away an itch in his eyes, "it's about time, I guess." He says simply, no real coldness in his tone even as he shrugs.

Ranboo smiles larger, eyes squinting, "that eager to get rid of me huh?"

Not really, you've been the best thing to happen to me since Tommy left, a surprisingly big part of Tubbo admits.

He isn't going to say that though, he doesn't want Ranboo to feel like they need to stay, especially with the reveal they've always been a little scared Tubbo would take advantage of the borrower's small size to make that choice for them.

Besides, Tommy had his reasons; If Ranboo stays, maybe they'll find their own reasons too. So it's better to leave this way, with things left unsaid—a hollow goodbye, maybe, but better than the explosive arguing that was Tubbo and Tommy's last interaction.

"I mean, you do snore pretty loud at night bossman. Can't say I haven't missed my beauty sleep..." Tubbo says, trying to put on a considering face and failing miserably as Ranboo scoffs with their most 'are you kidding me?' expression.

"I am like, ninety-percent sure that you don't even sleep, Tubbo."

"Yeah, because you snore." He repeats.

"You are impossible." Ranboo says, smiling.

Tubbo grins, "thank you."

Ranboo laughs lightly, Tubbo lets it soothe some of his own feelings.

They let the moment linger. Tubbo takes in Ranboo's more relaxed stance, happy he could calm them even a little bit. They're not fidgeting so much with their tail anymore, just loosely holding it close, which is usual for them. Their ears turn and wiggle more freely too, no longer fully focused on one thing but content to listen to whatever draws their attention, something Ranboo wouldn't do if they were still scared Tubbo would do something.

Of course, even then, Ranboo manages to make everything sound like they're in a constant state of anxiety.

"It feels a bit awkward to just walk into the wall with someone watching, to be honest. Um." Ranboo chuckles, brushing one hand through their hair, "not bad awkward, just... Weird?"

"Mhm." Tubbo hums, thinking. "What if we left at the same time? Like—" he steps over a few paces to the arch leading into the kitchen, just down the wall from the shelf "—I'll go into the kitchen, and at the same time you'll go into the wall. Or I could just leave first, I guess." He doesn't want to leave first.

Ranboo shrugs, "the first option sounds okay."

"Cool. Alright then. On three?"

Ranboo nods.

Tubbo readies to start the countdown, but the words get stuck, his mouth stays closed. A few seconds pass, maybe a minute, eventually Ranboo speaks in Tubbo's place, taking a deep breath.

"Uh— one?"

"Two..."

"Three."

Tubbo sidesteps into the kitchen, the shelf with Ranboo on leaving his sight.

He stands there, feeling like he's holding his breath despite breathing evenly. The tile underfoot is cold and seeps into his skin.

Eventually, Tubbo sighs harshly, forcing himself to uncross his arms, resting his hands at his sides. Slowly, he shuffles back into the living-room.

Ranboo is no longer on the shelf.

Tubbo sighs slowly, blinking rapidly a few times. The little hope in him that maybe Ranboo would choose to stay dies, shriveling in on itself like a flower left on the windowsill to dry.

Speaking of, he should really throw those petunias out already.

Tubbo walks past the shelf, across the room to the short hall leading to his room. The wood floor creaks loudly as he enters the doorway.

The room is the same as always; two beds on his right, the closer one fixed neatly and the farther one stripped down to the mattress. His clothes are strung across the floor, figuring out whether they're clean or dirty is a guessing game. The faded dresser at the foot of the empty bed stands against the right wall collecting dust. Directly in front of him is the desk with chipped paint and a rickety folding chair, laptop in place.

To the right of that, in the middle of the wall is the window. It has light gray curtains with little designs and squiggles embroidered into it by hand, the one Tubbo's eyes catch on this time is a very nice cow stitched with brown and white thread in a bottom corner.

He walks over, brushing the curtain to the side to see the windowsill. Just like he left them, a handful of petunia flowers are dried up, not even in a cup or vase. Most of them are red, because of course they are, but a few yellow ones are there too, even if the colors of both are hard to make out when the petals are curled in and dead.

They were very pretty when Tubbo first received them, bright and soft to the touch, even if they were meant more as a 'kinda fuck you'.

Tubbo's never been that big on flower language though, so who knows what exactly Tommy was trying to say.

Now, this is the part where Tubbo grabs them, walks to the bin next to the door and drops the flowers in. There's really no point in keeping dead plants in the flat, just sitting there, it's not like they're something to move on from, Tubbo will find more flowers on his own. Maybe he'll even put those ones in vases, give the flat some more color.

Still, for some reason, it's almost too much effort to raise the hand not holding the curtain open to pick up the flowers. Tubbo blinks down at them a few times, willing himself to anyway.

He scoops the flowers up carefully, much more used to the slower actions after carrying Ranboo so much. The stems feel too light and brittle, Tubbo holds them in a loose fist.

Tubbo sighs, pulling the curtain back in place.

He doesn't go to the bin. Instead he goes to the dresser. He pulls the topmost drawer open and gently places the flowers at the very back of the empty drawer, sliding it closed after. He never used those drawers, and Tubbo is of the belief 'out of sight, out of mind'.

It doesn't work much with people, but oh well.

He climbs onto the stripped mattress and sits in the top corner where the walls meet, leaning against one with his knees under his chin, arms looped around tightly.

There's a hollow feeling in his chest, he said he'd deal with it later and well, Tubbo meant after dinner, but he doesn't feel like getting up to eat anything so there goes that plan to deal with it at all.

Tubbo's eyes, for some stupid reason, start to sting and blur. He tilts his head to press them into his knees, the material of his jeans feels odd on his scars but he's used to it.

He stays like that until he dozes off. If in that time the knees of his jeans become a bit more damp, he'll blame it on a shorter dryer cycle.

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Petunias - resentment; anger / friendship (yellow)

[Chapter 2: Yellow lilies (in progress)] | [AO3 link]

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I’ve been thinking of preds with cats.

Imagine after eating your favorite prey you’re just relaxing on your couch, content, and your little cat comes and curls up on your stomach. All is peaceful, all is heaven.

and then.

the cat starts kneading.

The prey likes it because it feels like an added massage, and the pred just has to endure because they’re all so happy but dear god this hurts please stop

Y’know this is gonna sound weird at first, but . We don’t use legs enough in vore talk

Imagine a pred wrapping their legs around their prey to hold them against their stomach, able to have their hands free to play with their hair or go about their task. Just laying with your legs tied in knots.

Or perhaps holding onto your preys legs as you hold them juuust in your maw, halfway in the throat, but not letting go. If it’s unwilling, maybe they have to choose between letting you hold them or thrashing about and risking sending themself right into the starving void below.

I want FULL BODY cuddles man . describe all the sensations in your writing !!! you can do it !!!!

bitches after being threatened to be hunted down and eaten by a giant monster