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Just a lil kith 😙

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AHH this isn’t even G/t July related I just had such brain rot over the thought of Aedes being both scared and flustered as June kisses him on his chest/stomach?? Like?? The stomach is both super vulnerable and super intimate, so that primal part of his brain is just screaming that this isn’t safe, while the other half of his brain is just spinning over physical affection?? 

Gimme the fluffy fear play. 

Definitely want to color this, maybe play around with the pose a bit… might make this into a lil comic for one of the G/t July prompts, who knows?

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(monster vore, fatal vore, unwilling prey, fearplay, mildly suggestive themes)

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you’ve really worked up my appetite, morsel.

the chase has been thrilling. nothing makes a meal more satisfying than a thorough hunt like this. i’ve been tracking you all night, and i’m closing in. your sprinting leaves an easy trail right toward you, you know. you’re not exactly subtle in your escape; knocking into bushes and branches, leaving an obvious wake of panic in your path. not to mention your sharp aroma of fear. it’s charming how hard you try, though.

someone with that kind of determination is just begging to be devoured.

i slow my pace and prick my ears. your scent hangs heavy in the air, thick with fear and adrenaline. i can hear your panicked breaths and pounding heartbeat. so delectable.

i prowl around slowly, drawing it out just for the fun of it. i’ve got you cornered, pretending i don’t quite know where you are. but i’m well aware. deep within my senses i can feel you trying to keep as quiet as possible. silly preything. it’s impossible to escape from creatures like me once we’ve selected our meals.

i follow your trail slowly, allowing myself to taste your fear-scent. i curl my lips over my sharp teeth and utter a deep, rumbling growl. an ominous warning to you that i’m dangerously close by. i hear your breath hitch. i chuckle.

you’re hiding behind a tree, poor thing. completely out of options, are you? that tree isn’t going to offer much protection. there’s nowhere left to run, morsel. i do love a good chase, it really adds a delectable flavor of fear to prey like you, but with your tantalizing scent so close, instinct begins to take over.

i leap around the tree and pin you to the earth with a snarl, peering down and drooling eagerly. you yelp as i knock you over, gasping for breath, and stare up at me with wide eyes. i grin menacingly in response, licking my lips with anticipation.

i lean in close, growling lowly, and slowly run my tongue up the nape of your neck to sample your favor; hearty, savory, and well-marinated in fright. my teeth graze your cheek lightly as i taste you, teasing you with just how sharp they are. you wince and try to pull away, but can do little against my strength. i chuckle again. god, you’re so delicious. you’re absolutely quivering beneath me, pleading and trying to squirm out of my grasp. i can already tell how wonderfully you’re going to wriggle in my gut.

drool trickles down from my lips and drops onto your cheek. you wince, curling away from me.

now that i’m on top of you, my weight pinning you down, you can properly hear my hunger. in this eerily quiet night, the only sounds that can be heard - besides your pathetic begging - are the loud, squelching groans coming from my stomach. i lean in closer over you, pin your ear to my belly and force you to listen in.

grrrrrn… grrrrgl…

the hunger pains are terrible to bear, but playing with my food is just too much fun. i watch you as you listen to my gut rumble and ache with malicious glee, enjoying how each groan makes you squirm.

i keep you pinned to my abdomen for a while longer and relish in your writhing. with every jerk, every kick and punch to my belly, you unleash a storm of thunderous whines and growls. my stomach knows how close you are now. every wave comes with pangs of hunger, pinches deep within my gut screaming at me to just eat, eat, EAT-

grrrRRrrrnnn… glrrrrbl… grrrrooouhhh…

i take in one last look of your delectable body, before opening my mouth over you with a humorous little “ahh~”. my jaws frame your head easily, the points of my teeth only slightly touching your skin. you’re given a perfect view of my gaping maw. my tongue laps at you again greedily, beckoning you deeper inside. my uvula is already bobbing with short, eager gulps, and the heat of my breath on your face is overwhelming. your fighting halts as you become paralyzed with fear.

i carefully close my mouth over your head and grab you by your shoulders, lifting you up slowly and gently as i tilt my head back. i hold you there in this humiliating position for a long moment before making the first swallow.

glrk-

my throat muscles suddenly pull you in up to your torso, your hips and legs dangling helplessly outside my mouth. you yelp, trying to wriggle free, but your arms are pinned to your sides. you struggle and try to fight against it, hoping to at least make me sick somehow and force me to spit you back out. but, oh, you do the opposite- the squirming lump in my mouth is utterly delightful. your efforts do nothing but make me all the hungrier.

glp- glrp- glrnk-

i swallow greedily. you’re forced deeper into my tight throat, the muscles rippling rhythmically as they work you down. everything is too hot, too humid. it’s all too much. suddenly you’re in up to your hips, then your legs, then-

glulp~

i can feel your form being forced down my throat, pulling you in deeper and deeper. i trace your path with my fingers, following you as travel downwards towards your destination, placing the other hand on my stomach. i want to feel my belly stretch out to accommodate you.

inside me, you’re slowly and unceremoniously dropped into my stomach with a loud squelch. everything becomes a thick haze as you senses are overwhelmed. it’s so hot in there. hot, humid, and uncomfortably tight. there’s not much room for movement, and the slick surfaces make it difficult to adjust at all. from somewhere above, you hear me sigh with satisfaction and hum gleefully.

grrrrRRRRHH…

as my body settles you in, the fleshy walls around you begin to ripple and come to life. they get to work, closing in on you to begin breaking you down by massaging my stomach acids into your skin. the trip down here has drained you of most of your energy, leaving you breathless and disoriented, but you gave a harsh kick and fight back anyway. the hungry growls that were heard before are now roaring in your ears.

GRRRRNNN… GRRRROOOWWWLL…

on the outside, your presence creates a noticeable bump in my belly. i can see you wriggling around, trying to fight my body with what little strength you have left. pounding on my stomach walls with your fists and kicking furiously. oh my… you feel so good in there… oh, it feels so good to finally be full…

i recline back and lay myself against the very tree you unsuccessfully tried to hide behind, both hands on my belly so i can fully experience your struggle. my tail thumps the ground happily as i run my clawed hands over my distended stomach, poking and pinching at you to encourage more of your tasty reactions.

you unleash a torrent of swears and continue to fight in vain, your voice becoming more and more panicked my walls continue to close in around you. all that movement in there is really stirring up my insides - a series of gurgles rumbles through me and i let out a satisfied burp. i lick my lips again, patting my tummy and losing myself in the pleasure of having you in there. what a wonderful little massage you’re giving me. so delicious, and so full…

grrrrgllll… glrrrp… grrrrrnnnp…

keep squirming, morsel.

you’re not going anywhere.

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i can’t help but prefer willing prey over unwilling most of the time. there’s just something so hot about prey finding the same pleasure as their pred in acts of vore.

i love active, squirmy prey the best. a lot of the fun comes from the sensation of something moving along and brushing up against parts of you that have gone untouched your whole life. of course unwilling prey will wriggle for you, but willing prey enjoying themselves a bit too much that they couldn’t keep still to save their life…

they’re writhing, moaning, and gasping. not from pain. no, they just can’t help but touch themself while inside you. your stomach groans around them, squeezing around them and pulling them even closer to you. they love being this close to you. your body does all the work for you, massaging and kneading your prey and sinking them further into blind, delirious pleasure. they were so well behaved while being swallowed, they tasted absolutely divine, and now that they’re sitting in your belly they’re driving themself absolutely mad, desperate to enjoy you just existing around them.

a warm, full belly absolutely swollen with prey so turned on they can’t keep still… rubbing up on the most sensitive parts of your inner tummy… hearing their whines and moans coming from within you, their own pleasure so arousing you find your own hands lingering lower as well… that’s the life.

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*Walks into the vore shop* Hey can I get uhhhhhh more kinky safe vore on Tumblr please

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the feminine urge to curl up inside a warm, breathing belly as a way to escape from the horrors of the real world

nothing would make me feel more secure than being cradled in the hands of someone so unfathomably giant and so, so, so kind. i need that right now. i need to be cared for. the thought of tender fingers curling around me as their maw opens up, a large, soft tongue curling around me slowly, reminding me of what i'm getting myself into. they'd be taking their time so as not to alarm me. with every twitch and jolt of my tiny body they would hesitate, afraid to startle me. as they hold their mouth open, warm breaths akin to that of a sugary-scented summer's breeze would wash over me in a steady, rhythmic pace. i would imagine the movement of their lungs as they breathe, envisioning each organic swell and contraction. they'd take pleasure in knowing what all i'd be thinking, aware after a certain point that my sheepish behavior is not fear, but rather,, something more light-hearted.

and then, i'd be pulled in. the light from the outside world would fade, replaced by a pitch-blackness unlike anything else. it's a comforting, breathing darkness that swallows me whole. this darkness is alive, and it tells me to simply relax. there is no need to strain my eyes with the light in an obnoxious, heartless world. darkness inside of them is where i find peace. besides, i know i'm not alone. if i was alone, the ground would not be shifting and squirming. there would be a soft *squelch* as the saliva trapped underneath their tongue is shifted about, eliciting a chuckle from me. i'd almost be able to feel the way they'd smile around me, knowing at the very least that they got me to laugh if nothing else. my laugh would trail off as my hands brush against their teeth, sharpened at the tips and yet completely harmless to me. to the lasagna i fixed from earlier, no, but i'm alive. i'm a person. they're free to tear into that lasagna as much as they'd like, matter of fact! i worked hard on it. me, however? i'm delicate to them. they know they must be gentle with me. they'd never use their teeth to hurt me. though, i do recognize that they'd like me to pay attention to those teeth of theirs. their tongue, soft and folded underneath me, would move to poke at the divot in one of their molars, bringing my attention to it in the process. i'd smooth my trusting hand over their molar and thumb at every individual detail. it's fascinating, really. i think a big reason why vore intrigues me so much to begin with is because it's all so terribly captivating. everything is alive, and everything alive surrounds me. it's comforting.

i really think we need to appreciate just how nice mouths are, y'know? i think that's an underrated part in vore. there's so much material, and yet it goes untouched for the most part, but i digress

we'd need to move on eventually. their maw would start to fill up with drool, and since i would have been anticipating the upcoming part, i'd already be comfortable and prepared for their tongue to lift, lift, lift, and send me sliding down their throat into a hot, pulsing abyss. every inch of my body would be coated in a thick blanket of slobber by this point, and i imagine that'd definitely make the journey down their esophagus much, much easier. i think most people fail to realize just how challenging it'd be to swallow someone whole without chewing, regardless of their size. or maybe we choose to overlook it bc vore can't technically exist at all irl anyway idk. i like to ramble lol

at some point, the tight, throbbing walls of their gullet would transition into a different space. i'd slip inside, recognizing my ability to move around and get comfortable unlike the other organ i was squeezed into after their swallow. as i'd lean my head back against the fleshy abdominal wall behind me, i'd feel a lack of resistance comparable to a beanbag chair and how it feels to lay in one. the walls would adjust to this new weight, moving to surround me. i would be cradled and held. adored instinctively. their stomach doesn't obviously have cognitive thought, but somewhere within the deep recesses of their mind, their brain perceives me as being more than just sustenance. i am loved here. this is my safe space, and nobody else would be able to agree. that is how i want this to be. if i could write my name somewhere in here, i would. that wouldn't last very long, though.

not a word would be exchanged between the two of us, and yet our silence holds more weight than anything we could say. my throat would feel dry, and i'd swallow a few times before raising my hand to pat at the lining of their precious gut. they'd laugh outwardly, and i'd know that if i could purr, i would be doing it. the tension in my muscles would dissolve into warmth, spreading throughout my small body. i am fragile and exposed, but that is how i like it. it's nice to feel small while being small.

for them, i'm unsure how they'd feel. i like to think that, while unnatural, this process would be enjoyable for them. the stinging ache behind their collarbone would be evidence of me, a reminder of the tiny body they carried into a comforting space. their soft fingers would rub at their neck, gracing over the spot near their adam's apple where i once was. they'd swallow again, feeling the bob of their throat. their hand would trail down to their stomach, pausing right above the taut flesh above their belly. with every rise and fall of my chest they'd feel movement, and they'd attempt to mimic it. i think they'd take in every foreign sensation one at a time, and i'd appreciate that. we're both still new to this, after all.

as they'd adjust themselves to get comfortable in bed, my environment would slowly move with me. i'd wait until i could no longer feel their movement, and then i'd curl up on my side in a small pool of gastric juices and drool. though very muffled, i'd hear the smacking of their lips and their deep, pleased hums as they savor what would be left of my recognizable taste clinging to the surfaces of their mouth. i might even hear them licking their fingers. i'd roll my eyes and bury my face into my arms, only to lift my head upon realizing that my arms are coated in slime. silly me. how could i forget? even with the constant drum of a strong heartbeat and the churning from below of a meal i prepared hours ago for them sounding all around me?

"you're a dork," i'd call out to them, my voice audibly cracking after so long of having nothing to say. the rumbling laughter that would surround me and the way their walls would squeeze around me briefly would remind me of just how small and frail i truly am within them.

"says the one who asked to be eaten earlier," they'd tease, a hint of playfulness evident in their tone. i'd scoff.

"yeah, well, i know you enjoy it. you'd be a liar to say you don't like the aftertaste i left in your mouth earlier," i would reply. they'd pause, and then i'd hear a hum without reply. being the way i am, i'd take that as surrender. not that it mattered. they'd be in a more lovey-dovey mood anyway.

the way they'd yawn would send chills speeding up my spine despite the hot, stale air within the depths of their insides. i'd reciprocate the yawn and then settle in contentedly once and for all within them, finding peace in the silence that would arise again. sometimes i like the silence between us more anyway. it's nice to enjoy your presence, especially when it's all that i can enjoy, really. i'm trapped within you. there's nothing else to focus on. everything is you. everything i look at, smell, hear, breathe in... it's you. it's all you.

thanks for that. i like being here. maybe we can do this again sometime?

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sitting on a giants tongue. there's no way this goes wrong~

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so i draw trash once a year JUST KIDDING APRIL FOOLSSSS

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tasty~

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Here’s a video so you can hear the water and the thrushes. I took it for you because you couldn’t be there. <3

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Soft, Flirty & Fluff

Giant/Tiny Prompts

“There you are..” Whispers that still rumble your core as your trembling form is picked up by gentle, steady fingers— curling around you. Theres nothing but affection in the giants voice.

Giants with elegant, sleek hands and subtle clawed nails carefully plucking up a human between two fingers on their back and their thumb to their torso.

“Awh.. don’t tell me you’re afraid~? I’d never hurt someone as cute as you.”

A giants eyes clouded with affection, a distinctive blush on their features. Their eyes are half-open; focused solely on the tiny.

Giants being teasing when sleepy, gently cooing things like “Waking up a monster like me at this hour~? How brave.” or “Aww.. what will I ever do with you?” Their voice is more velvety, the gentle, sleepy rumble thats followed by soft giggles or a yawn. (even better if the giant has fangs)

Gentle giants that ask before kissing their tiny. Even if the tiny knows if they really wanted, anything the tiny said wouldn’t matter. The mutual respect and love.. throwing away the obvious power imbalances.. i love..

“Whats that look for? Sweetheart, im not going to eat you~! how could i ever do such a thing..”

Loving giants that pepper their tiny love in kisses— lips enveloping their torso and whatever else. The slight squirming of the tiny trying to get comfortable while so obviously giddy, and the giant pulling away as their love is either awe struck or sleepy now. (for girls, the tiny having maybe an accidental lipstick mark or two)

Looming over a tiny with a flirty smile, fawning over how cute they are— curling your hands around them or leaning in to scan their features.

Holding a tiny carefully— getting lost in the moment and beginning to massage their back, shoulders and arms with a thumb, patting their hair until they eventually have fallen asleep.

“You’re safe.” While holding a tiny so close, either comforting them from a memory or nightmare.

Giants kissing tinies on their tummy, its a vulnerable place that protects vital organs— so an abundance of trust would be needed. But goodness, would the gentle contact melt them..

Giants waking a tiny up, not bothering to fish them out of their comfort— instead picking them up, comforters, pillows and all.

Giants that purr

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My eyes are wide. My breathing is fast and erratic as I watch the world outside disappear. Your jaws close around me, sealing me in you maw. I shift uncomfortably as you lick me over with your tongue. Gravity suddenly shifts. I let out a terrified whimper as I slide towards your bottomless throat. I reach out, frantically trying to find anything that will give me purchase, but it’s hopeless. Regardless of what I do, I can’t grab hold of anything.

I slide helplessly down your tight throat. I can hear your stomach growl, eagerly awaiting my arrival. My eyes start to fill with tears. How could you betray me like this? I just wanted some comfort… how could you do this to me.

I slide into your stomach. The walls gently massage me, coating my body in a warm slime. I pull my knees to my chest and hug them. I can barely breathe. I can feel my body going numb. i can feel you…. Purring. My already wide eyes widen at the gentle vibrations. It’s soothing.

My muscles start to involuntarily relax. The tension in my shoulders fades. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I can breathe clearly. My nose is no longer blocked. I feel calm.

I look down at my hands. I’m okay. Nothing is melting, nothing itches or burns. In fact, I feel good. No more chest pain, no more back pain, nothing. It’s peaceful.

My tears slowly stop. I’m safe. Nothing can hurt me anymore. I understand it now. You just wanted to help me, to protect me. I’ve been in pain for so long, and you just wanted to take that pain away, if only for a little bit.

I’m sorry I didn’t trust you. I cried, struggled, and kicked, but you remained patient with me. My thoughts start to slow as my eyelids droop. I can’t stay awake anymore. I close my eyes and drift off to sleep. Finally at peace.

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What's your favorite g/t comic you made? (Also if you have time, can you please draw giant vash and ting wolfwood doing something cute together or anything spicy)

:)

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Imagining a giant swallowing me feet first, and then holding my arms in their lips so I stop halfway down their throat, and just start gulping at me. Muscly throat walks squeezing and pulling at my body, unable to suck me down.

I love being squeezed.

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Taste test~

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Where no-one can see

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Ah yes, I thought Id put my hand in animation again, I don't have much experience, but I'm happy with the outcome~!

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Fidget

Word Count ~1.4k

Isabell is quite used to the humans doing homework at this point. Typically, she is set up on the desk beside them, wrapped in a blanket, watching a show on a phone, or reading quietly on a tablet. This technology stuff is really cool. She likes that she can read without having to fight with the pages of a book. All she has to do is click a button.

Today is no different, she is set up beside Zeke at his desk. He's got his laptop in front of him. Whatever he's doing it must only require one hand. He isn't rapidly typing like Marcus typically does, though Zeke has had some assignments where he has to do that too. Mostly, it just looks like he's reading. Every now and then he'll use a hand to scroll or to click something.

His left hand is free, idly shifting, his fingers rap against the surface of the desk as he fidgets with an empty hand. The repetitive sound pulls her attention away from her book, she can feel the light vibrations through the desk beneath her. She just observes his hands for a moment. Occasionally his second hand will join the first and his fingers will slowly shift together, either taping a rhythm with two parts, or the fingers on one hand will absentmindedly pick at the fingers of the other before the second hand is drawn away to interact with the computer once more.

She stands, making her way over to his massive hand as his fingers dance against the desk. He is too enraptured by his assignment to notice her approaching until she reaches his index finger and places a hand on his knuckle. Instantly, his movement stills, he drops his chin, flicking his eyes down to her.

"Sorry. Do you need something?" He asks.

She shakes her head, sitting down between two of his fingers and leaning forward to wrap her arms around his index finger. One leg is tucked in close to her, the other leg sticking out in front of her, behind his finger. "No. You just seemed to be.. fidgeting a lot, tapping the desk and stuff." She looks up at him, her face resting against his knuckle.

"Ah. Yeah. Sorry if that was annoying. I honestly wasn't even thinking about it. Sometimes I just... Need to do something with my hands to help me focus. "

She looks at the digit in front of her. Though she knows he's focusing on keeping his hand still, his fingers twitch around her, begging for interaction. "I can help you focus." She says into his knuckle, her cheeks begin to grow warm. She steals a glance up at his face and sees him staring back down at her, his mouth slightly agape. "But, if I'm just distracting you I can-"

"No." His voice comes out as a tight whisper. His fingers shift in a little closer, not wanting her to leave. His thumb brushes feather light against her arm. He takes a breath, "I would like that. Just, ah, get my attention if you need anything or... or if you're uncomfortable, alright?" He waits for her to agree before he turns his attention back to the screen, stealing one more peek at her before starting his work again.

At first he doesn't move much. His fingers remain stiff and still around her, his thumb occasionally brushing against her arm. It's as if he is all too aware of her presence amidst his fingers, and he's trying to be as cautious as possible. But as his focus settles back into his assignment, his hand relaxes. His thumb falls, brushing against her straight leg. His thumb strokes up towards her hip, and then back down the length of her leg. This motion repeats a few times before his whole hand shifts around her. She releases his index finger as it pulls away just enough to rest behind her. He doesn't stop there, his finger and this thumb come together, gently pinching her between them. She is lifted up just enough for his other fingers curl in beneath her. The gentle pressure holding her up releases, and she settles into the massive fingers behind her. Her cheeks flush, and her heart flutters in her chest as she is just completely surrounded by touch. His thumb absentmindedly explores her, brushing over her stomach, traveling down the side of one of her legs, drifting back up to her shoulders, up and down her arms. His thumb pauses, resting on her sternum, he looks down at her.

"Is this.. okay?" He whispers, "You're allowed to say no. uh, your heart is just ... Beating really fast. If- if I'm scaring you I-"

"Zeke, Zeke it's fine!" She cuts off his rambling. "I'm fine, do your homework." She laughs, giving his thumb a quick hug. He looks at her for a moment before nodding at returning to his assignment. Soon, his hand starts moving around her again. He traces a line down her cheek with the side of his thumb. He is so gentle. She looks up at him, and is really only able to see the underside of his jaw. He seems to be completely focused on his work as he shifts his fingers around her, absentmindedly.

The fingers beneath her curl in more, his thumb shifting out of the way as he encloses her in a loose fist. For a split second her heart rate spikes as she's plunged into remembering her days in captivity when Eddie would sometimes hold her in a tight fist and - no. This is nothing like that. Zeke's hand is gentle around her. His fingers knead into her one at a time, squeezing her, but never too tight. His thumb brushes against her cheek, shifting to stroke her hair. For once, maybe for the first time, she's able to stop the onslaught of horrific memories before they really even begin. She's not where she used to be, she's with Zeke now. She is held gently, engulfed by his fingers like he's wrapping her up in a hug. This is not a place of fear. She finds comfort in the fingers surrounding her.

He only holds her like that for a moment before manipulating her in his grasp once more. She finds herself on her stomach spread flat across his fingers. His thumb comes down behind her, rubbing small circles between her shoulder blades, and tracing up and down her spine. This continues for a while before his thumb flips her over. She's looking straight up at him again, and he's still paying her no mind. What little glimpse she gets of his face only reveals his concentration on his work. His mouth flat, eyes scanning his screen. His other hand draws near, and now both of his thumbs search over her idly. There is no pattern, simply absent-minded touch. After a while the other hand pulls away, she hears him clicking or scrolling or whatever he's doing. Honestly, she finds herself a little preoccupied with the digits trying to weave themselves around her. She's threaded through, under one finger, over the next , before she's flipped back into his palm.

The thumb of the hand holding her fixes itself solidly over her middle when the second hand returns. She is held in place as he pinches her hand between two fingers. She feels the grooves of his fingerprints with her whole hand. The size difference is striking to her. You would think that eventually one would stop being amazed, but seeing her whole hand held on just one fingerprint takes her breath away all over again. His fingertips delicately explore moving her limbs. First her arm then he fidgets with her leg. He gingerly feels her joints as they bend and straighten with his movements. She's passed between his hands, each getting a turn to explore her limbs, to manipulate her form like a little doll. She doesn't mind, in fact, she finds that she enjoys it. Maybe she wouldn't if it was anybody else, but this is Zeke. His hands are dexterous and gentle, and she knows he would never hurt her. She trusts him completely, and finds that she's never felt more safe than when she's engulfed by his hands. Nothing can hurt her here.

When he finally glances down at her, she's upsidedown in his hand. He jolts, as if he's just now realizing what he's been doing to her.

"I'm sorry." He whispers, righting her, and setting her on the desk. "I might have gotten a little carried away I - ah, sorry." His fingers withdraw from around her and she already misses their warmth.

"You're fine. That was," she struggles to find a word before just settling for, "nice." It's not the right word. Exhilarating, maybe? Incredible, perhaps? But she went with nice. Looking up at him though, she thinks he understands because he nods and softly repeats the word back to her in that same way. Like he knows that doesn't even begin to cover it, but he can't express what he really means with words alone. "Did you get your assignment done?" She asks.

"Yeah, it's submitted. Thank you for- for uh," he fumbles, not knowing what to call that.

"Being your fidget toy?" She raises an eyebrow, teasing him. Though he typically contains it well, he does get flustered if you can push the right buttons, which she did. She laughs as he blushes, sputtering about how she's not a toy and on and on. Zeke has done so much for her, she's just happy that she was finally able to give him something for once.