#Flirty fearplay

[entomolog-t]

Mm flirty fearplay <3

I love fearplay in general but I love when the giant chases the tiny in a game of cat and mouse, saying a bunch of typically scary things just for the thrill of it, exciting both them and the tiny while the giant looks for them.

When the giant does find them it’s a little, “Gotcha now, sweetheart~” before the tiny gets smothered in kisses, it’s so good <3

YEEEES!!!

Theres just something so deviously primal about it?? Especially if the Giant pretends they can't get to the tiny- Like oh no, I can't fit there or reach there, only to pick up whatever the tiny is hiding under??? AHHHAHSDLKFN

On a sobering reality check, I firmly believe I would absolutely suck at that G/t cat and mouse chase because given how often I lose my wallet/phone etc... I would just... not find the tiny.

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This is an NSFW blog run by a late 20s arospec-allosexual, I’m a sapphic polyamorous Non-binary femme, so idk make of that what you will. As long as I know you’re talking about me, my pronouns are whatever you feel like. If you want to address me as something other than my user, it’s Neon, not Pet. Do not use pet names or titles like mommy, daddy, baby, master, sir, mistress, madam, pet, puppy, bunny, babygirl, little boy, etc, unless we’ve established that dynamic first. If you call me princess ever you will be blocked this is your only warning.

I’m in the bdsm community I practice using the RACK mentality (Risk aware consensual kink), I am primarily a service sub,(not a slave and not your sub). Though I am technically a switch I’ll only dom for trusted partners on request so anything reblogged from a dom perspective is more likely than not something I want done to me not something I want to do to someone. Though check the tags and you’ll see if I’m in a domme mood that day. If you come into my asks asking me to dom you you will be laughed at or asked to pay a service fee.

I will flirt with anyone who can keep up with my banter, BUT to save time, I currently have two long-term committed partners, one of whom is my Dom/Domme. I am not looking for another partner or Dom and am not interested in hooking up online. If you want to be friends, that’s great. If you want to be cute and flirty or “spicy” over posts or DMs, that’s fine. But know that’s as far as it’s likely to go. I have a vague interest in men, but more as a concept in fiction than in reality. I'm so sorry if mentioning men on reblogged or past posts is confusing. Sexuality is confusing. But If you consider yourself a man, most of the time, you're barking up the wrong tree if you want to try anything. Keep it respectful and be mindful of my listed boundaries, and you and I will have no issues.

Primarily topics on the blog will have to do with primal play, pet play, breeding, degradation, and praise.

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Some Triggering kinks posted may include but are not limited to:

-Impact

-Breath play

-Objectification

Bimbofication

-Somno (sleep play)

-Intox (tagged CW Intox)

-Edge/Knifeplay

-Abduction

-Fearplay

-CNC (tagged CW CNC)

If these are sensitive topics for you I recommend not following since I do not tag in order to help save my blog from being flagged by tumblr. Eventually I’ll come up with a personal tagging system but today is not that day.

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OKAY BUT TINIES IF YOU WANT AFFECTION I WILL BE THERE

big kisses? i’ve got you. little fearplay? i’ve got you. flirty yet easily flustered giant? got you.

[lstories]

Emma and Gaudi(um)

(Safe, Soft, Unwilling, Vore, accidental fearplay.)

Original idea by @mangotangovoredango. I just put my own spin on it and used my own oc's

"Owww." Emma woke up, her back was killing her. "Every God damn night." She muttered to herself still half asleep, she tried to grab one of the blankets to cover herself and fall back asleep as the morning sun crept in. She flailed her arms to no avail, looking down to the foot of her bed Emma realized she had kicked off all her blankets trying to get comfortable in her sleep... again. Every night was the same, waking up in weird positions and her muscles aching from working and resting. She didn't have to work, she didn't have to do anything. She was the CEO of a nationwide electronics/shopping chain and didn't have to work in store but, she wanted to help more than shoot ads and work as a telephone line between the board of directors. She still had to work as the CEO while also working in store and it was starting to catch up to her.

She didn't want to fall into the category of not having to work a day in her life so she worked retail in her own company. After laying in bed for almost an hour, waiting for the alarm to get her out of bed she was not expecting a knock at the door to be the thing to fully wake her up. "Why is anyone out here, and why right before work." She thought starting to sit up. Putting her slippers on. Emma lazily walked over to the front doors. She wasn't expecting anyone and she lived a few miles out of town so nobody should be here. "Hey! I told you this was her house." Emma could recognize the voice immediately without needing to see their face. A few of her work friends stopped by with a car parked out front. That would be great if she didn't have to take a shift in an hour. "Hi, work starts in an hour, what are you doing here?" Emma said trying to sound as awake as she could. "You signed up for the carpool, remember? It was a four person pool and you signed up as the third person in ours. Also why aren't you ready for work yet." Hope said, a bit confused and concerned.

Emma started to remember, she just thought it was another paper for her to sign and now the pictures started to make more since. She didn't want to let her friends down so maybe a week would be ok before she stopped to not hurt their feelings. "I... guess it just slipped my mind, I'll get dressed really quick." Emma said closing the door and walking back to her room. "MAKE IT QUICK, WE GOTTA BE THERE SOON!" Paige yelled threw the closed door. Emma started to get dressed as quickly as she could. Stoping only to grab a small tied bundle of physical cash she put into a side pocket in her purse. She was still so tired, she couldn't keep going to work with how she's been sleeping, mostly less than an hour or two a night. She also refused to drink coffee, it was too bitter and it only made her feel even worse after a while. She walked out the door, just barely remembering to lock it as Paige basically dragged her to the car. "WE GOTA GO NOW!" She yelled as Hope started to drive off before Emma could put her seatbelt on.

"What is your rush, we have over an hour and a half before work starts." Emma said finally getting her seatbelt on. "No, it starts in half an hour and we're 10 miles away AND we have to pick someone else up!" Paige said as she frantically looked threw map and clock apps. Emma couldn't help but peek over the seat and look at her phone, and then she realized something. "You remembered daylight savings, right?" Emma said tiredly, showing her phone to Paige. She looked at the time on her phone, then the time on Emma's phone, back and forth until editing her time. "My time was off." She quietly said. Hope started to laugh her ass off. "Looks like we'll be able to stop and get coffee too." Hope said as her laughter started to die down. "Oh... cool." Emma said, a little annoyed that she couldn't go back to sleep for this. She tried to drift off, her head resting into the soft cushion. She almost fell asleep until the car stopped and another person got in the car. The briefcase they were carrying hit Emma in the legs and she winced in pain. "What the, why's there a forth person. Who... Faith?" Emma exclaimed rubbing the side of her leg that was hit by the briefcase.

"Oh, sorry Emma. Were running late and looks bad when the manager shows up last." Emma slightly glanced at her, annoyed that she couldn't sleep. "Did you-" Emma tried to talk before she was interrupted by Paige. "Daylight savings was last week and we were late but Emma showed me that my clock was fast and now were heading to the coffee shop because were early, is your clock fast?" Paige said. She didn't seem to need to breath when she talked. "Oh, I guess it is. That's embarrassing. Where are we going for coffee?" Faith asked as she started to settle down. Emma couldn't believe it, this was the first day of the car pool she didn't remember signing up for. They were uncoordinated and didn't plan for time, and she wouldn't expect anything less from her friends. "Theres a coffee shop on the corner and the new guy there makes amazing drinks. Should we go there?" Hope said, turning the corner before anyone could answer. "Guess that's a yes." Emma said under her breath. They all talked and waited in line and Emma just tried not to fall over. "Hi, what can I get ya." Gaudi exclaimed. "Hey your the new barista that Hope has been talking about, didn't you just move here because the old coffee shop you worked for closed and you were transferred here because you were so good and did you know Amy she was a regular there." Paige said, a giddy smile on her face and no falter in her breath. "Like a walking plot machine." Emma said under her breath. Gaudi slightly laughed at it, but no one else heard it. No one was supposed to hear it, she knew she said it quietly enough so nobody could hear it, let alone someone on the other side of a glass pain while she was in the back of a crowd.

"Ya, I knew Amy. She always got a hot chocolate instead of something caffeinated." Gaudi said, his face going from concerned back to chipper in an instant. "Anyway, what can I get you all?" He said. Everyone ordered their cups and last was Emma to order. She had never ordered coffee before and she didn't want to start now. "I heard something about hot chocolate, could I just get that." Emma said, her eyes were too heavy to hold open for very long. "Its not my specialty but I can load it with sugar if that's going to help you threw the day." Gaudi said, slightly laughing. "If can get me threw the day I might come back tomorrow." Emma said, placing 100$ on the counter. "You can keep the change." She said walking back to her friends. Gaudi was shocked, he looked at it and back at her. He wanted to make her drink perfectly, would it be so selfish to use a bit of magic to help her and himself. She seemed nice and she was cute so why not have her around sometimes, and maybe she might give him another big tip someday. He started to work on all their drinks, once he got to Emma's drink he made it as normal before lightly scratching something into the side of the cup. Emma couldn't stop looking back at him, there was something about him that she couldn't shake. It wasn't bad but she didn't trust it.

"Here you go everyone, and we hope you come back soon." Gaudi said while handing everyone their cups. Emma took one sip and immediately her entire body seemed to wake up. It was super sweet and she took another sip. Once she finished she felt like she had slept an entire day. When Gaudi wasn't making anything or helping anyone Emma came up to talk to him.

"What did you put in my drink? I haven't felt this awake in months."

"Magic."

"You put magic in my drink?"

"Ya, a small awakening spell."

"Come on, what did you put in it. I need to put it in my own drinks at home."

"If you won't accept magic then it's my personal secret."

"So you want me to come here every day to get your drink."

"I'd be able to see you every day and that would be nice."

"You want to see me? Can't tell if that's flirty or stalkerish."

"Well you said you would come back if the drink woke you up."

Emma started to talk once again before getting cut off. "We gotta go now, work actually starts soon." Hope said walking out the door with the others. Emma walked away without saying anything, trying to catch up to her friends. "Guess I'll see you tomarow then." Gaudi said with his head on his hand and a big grin on his face. Emma spun around, her cheeks were slightly red. She was about to say something before turning around and following her friends out. They all got into the car, everyone was eerily quiet. Emma had one last glance at Gaudi threw the window, he was helping a customer and was able to slightly glance back at Emma for just a second before Hope drove away. "So... You like him, don't you?" Faith said looking over at Emma. "No. Quiet, I'll fire you if you dont be quiet." Emma said, her cheeks brightening. "You do, you think we didn't notice." "Of course you do, and I think he likes you." They kept talking about how cute it would be if they were together, Emma just buried her head in her hands until they got to work.

Timeskip: Next Day

"Ugh" Emma's back was killing her... again. This time she had to get up even earlier for the car pool. She got up, got dressed, and waited outside for her friends. Her mind started to wander, she thought about what would happen at work, what the board of directors would be arguing about and all that. Then she started to remember what happened yesterday, Gaudi, the drinks, her friends, and how they would probably bring her back there. Oh and speak of the devil's, her friends pulled up at that moment. She lazily got into the back seat and they drove off, Hope and Paige were talking about her. "You were more productive yesterday and you seemed happier." "Maybe its because of the new barista." They kept pestering her about it. Soon they picked up Faith and she joined in, joking about her and the new barista. Not even five minutes later and they were at the coffee shop. They all gave their orders, leaving Emma to talk to Gaudi at the other counter.

"So, your back."

"I said I would be."

"Well, what can I get you today."

"Another hot chocolate."

"Will do."

Gaudi got to work making her drink, once she sat down he put another scratch into the side of her cup, covering it with the sleeve. Emma took a sip, her body started to wake again. If it kept waking her back up she was going to come here every day without complaint, other than her friends annoying her. They all talked, Emma actually able to commit to the conversation now. Before they left Emma put 200$ in the tip jar, smiling at Gaudi on her way out.

Timeskip + Brief Summary: 4 months later

Emma continued to go nearly every day. She stopped going in the car pool after a while but still met up with her friends there. She gave a sizable tip to Gaudi almost every day, but his coworkers were starting to get annoyed. She experimented with the drink, staying up for almost two full weeks with no sleep and no repercussions. She kept wondering and pestering Gaudi what he put in her drink but she never got an answer more than "magic". They started to get to know each other more, eventually Gaudi got her number and they watched a movie at her house. He was amazed at how big her house was, he didn't believe it when he saw it. Eventually, Emma had to go on a business trip and couldn't take Gaudi with her.;

Gaudi was glad the day was over. His shift was getting long and he just wanted to get home, well, as much of a home as it was. Working at a coffee shop didn't pay much, Emma's tips did help but it wasn't enough to buy a house. He walked down his normal route to home, letting his mind wander on the day. He was sad that Emma had to leave today but she told him what it was for and it made enough sense. He only had to wait 2 more weeks before she would be back and they could watch another movie or something. He walked threw a back alleyway, and into the nearby forest. It didn't take more than 30 minutes to walk to the small clearing in the forest. He could feel his wings and tail getting restless, whenever he turned into a human all of his draconic features turned into a shadow of what they were. He could still feel his tail, wings, the horns on his back, etc. They weren't invisible, but they weren't not there. Either way they needed to move, every night he turned back to a dragon to sleep and he never needed to worry about someone seeing him because they believed that there was a monster in the forest. He was a little bit sad though, his friends were getting mad that he was getting huge tips from a single customer. They all split the tips so he didn't understand why they were mad. He didn't really think on it too long before falling asleep, surrounded by his collected "treasures".

Timeskip: next day (again)

Emma couldn't belive how boring this was. She thought this work trip would be a little more fun but it was just signing more papers and agreeing with the board of directors and signing off with the marketing department. She wanted to leave and go back home, even being with her family would be more entertaining than this. She did read that 2 people went missing on the same day in her home town and that would be fun to look into. If she did have to go threw this, she wasn't going to do it tired. She called Gaudi, his phone rang for a few seconds before he picked up.

"Hey Gaudi"

"Hi, how are you"

"I was wondering if you could tell me how to make the drink, everything is so boring and I'm to tired to deal with anything."

"You know I can't tell you how to make it, it's my secret."

"Come on, how long have we known each other."

"Long enough to say that I will tell you someday, but i can't today."

His voice sounded broken and sad, she couldn't see him but she knew that he wasn't happy. He was always happy about something so this was different.

"Are you ok, you dont sound too good."

"Oh... ya, dont worry. Everything's fine."

"Well, ok. See you when I get home."

Emma couldn't stop thinking about what might have happened to Gaudi. He was never sad, he always seemed to be happy about something so hearing him like that worried her. This was going to be a long trip if she couldn't stop thinking about it.

(Before the call) Gaudi walked back to his work, he was always the first there to open shop. He never had any trouble before and he always did everything right, if he got fired he wouldn't know where to go other than back home. Once he got inside he unlocked the doors and started to turn on the heaters for the drinks. Soon enough his colleagues started to come in. They were all staring at him and watching the windows, eventually the boss came in and called Gaudi into his office. He started to get worried, the boss only ever called someone into his office if something was wrong. He sat down on the other side of the boss' desk, his leg shaking. "Gaudi, your track record and work ethics are astounding, but we've been getting complaints about you." The manager said, his face still as uncaring as when Gaudi first saw him. "Who put in the complaints?" Gaudi chocked out, his throat felt swollen. He feared the worst from what his boss would say, he didn't know why but he knew that something bad was about to happen. "Your coworkers have all been complaining about you, that you haven't been working as hard and that you have been fraternizing with a customer. We are sorry to say this but were letting you go. By signing this form you will be given a full year's pay as compensation if you leave today." He said. Gaudi's mind raced at this, where he would go, what he would do, how he would explain why he had to leave to the only friend he had here. His mind went darker and he wanted to turn into his dragon self and bat the manager around, like a cat and a ball of yarn. It wouldn't be hard and the manager did resemble a ball.

"Yes, I'm sorry sir and have a good day." Gaudi said sadly, signing the papers while holding back tears. He walked out a few of his former colleagues were smiling at him as he walked outside while the others didn't seem to care. He walked home finally laying down defeated, on the verge of tears when his phone rang. It was Emma, he didn't want to talk to her despite her probably being the only thing able cheer him up right now. He answered after letting his voice return to normal and calming down a bit. He didn't want to worry her so he wouldn't say anything about his job right now. He reassured her that everything was fine but still couldn't explain how her drink worked yet, especially over the phone.

Timeskip + brief summary: 3 weeks

Emma got threw the excruciating 2 weeks of mindless board meeting and peptalks to a camera. Once that was over, she reunited with her family for a week. Her youngest brother had finally made a friend and she believed she saw a dragon at the edge of the forest her brother was running to. She tried to stop him and ran after him only to find his new friend with cutout of a dragon and a flashlight. He did seem a bit confused while he was holding them tho. Gaudi was miserable, still sad over losing his job. Sitting in the parks most days to feed off the joy of people walking in the park. He started to use it more as a drug than a food source at this point. He couldn't stop himself, until he got a call from Emma.;

Emma got up from her seat, tiredly stumbling off the plane. A limo pulled in next to the private jet and the 2 other people on the plane started carrying bags from the plane to the limo. Emma got in, trying to go back to sleep. Eventually the limo started moving, jolting Emma back to consciousness and the man driving it started to talk. "Where should I take you mam." Emma tiredly mumbled to him before showing him the address of the coffee shop Gaudi worked at. After a few minutes of driving they arrived, Emma got out of the limo and stumbled into the coffee shop looking for Gaudi. After a bit of waiting she walked over to one of the counters, the persons face was ecstatic that she was walking over.

"Hi, how can I help you."

"Is Gaudi here today?"

Their face slumped a little in disappoint when they heard that the rich CEO that gave out hundreds of dollars in tips was asking for a specific barista.

"Gaudi? He was fired almost 3 weeks ago."

"What! He didn't tell me he was fired."

"Ya, he was fired a few days after you stopped coming in. Is there anything I can get you?"

"No, I'm leaving."

Emma walked out, getting back into the limo and driving off. She called Gaudi to ask where he was. It took a while for him to pick up. He told her he was at the park and she immediately started to head down there. It didn't take long for Emma to find him but his usual smile was replaced by a cold frown. For the first time ever she saw Gaudi sad. It started to break her heart and she walked over, sitting next to him on the grass.

"So you were fired?"

"Yep."

"And you didn't tell me? I talked to one of your colleagues and he said it was the same day I called awsking for your drink recipe."

"Auctly, it was after I was fired. I just didn't want you to worry."

A tear started well in Emma's eyes, rushing in for a hug. She was able to force herself from crying, and she saw the smile return to Gaudi's face. He couldn't hold back his tears as he returned the hug, he felt a wave of emotions wash over him.

"I... I have to leave soon, I just wanted to stay and say goodbye to you."

"What! No, you can't leave. Why are you leaving?"

"I wanted to get away from my family, to live my own life and now that I'm out of a job I need to go back."

"Wait, because you dont have a job you have to go back home? What if I hire you."

"For what? I was fired from the only thing I'm good at."

"That's it. You could be a personal at home barista. It would pay your what your monthly salary of your last job daily, you would have a new place to stay, and you wouldn't have to go home. You could stay with me, here."

"You would do that?"

"I could print the documents in the limo and we could hire a moving team to get everything from your home."

"I don't own a house."

"Your appartment?"

"Nope."

"Where have you been living?"

"In the forest neer the lake."

"You've been... what did you have, is there anything you need to pick up?"

"Nothing important."

"Do you just want to go home?"

"I could make you your drink."

"Or we could finish watching the movie series we started."

"That would be nice."

After a few silent minutes they eventually got up from where they were sitting, Emma had forgotten how tired she was. The adrenaline she had from needing to help her friend was enough to forget she hadn't slept for the past few days. Gaudi sat down next to her, some tears still pooling in the bottom of his eyes. She typed away on the computer she had in the car until they got to her house, Gaudi silently watching the entire time. When they got home she printed out the papers and Gaudi signed them. Emma showed him his new room, it was massive, deffenetly big enough for him to sleep in his dragon form. She showed him where the supplies he would be using were until she could get a full side bar set up somewhere. Gaudi immediately began to work on a quick drink for Emma, the soothing taste and the quick energy fix was needed. Soon the day came to an end, he had unpacked the one bag he was going to use to bring his minor belongings home. Emma had put on a movie in the private theater in her house. Soon a scene came on, a monster showing it's true form to their friend with them immediately accepting the monster as they had known each other. Gaudi couldn't help but want to tell Emma. Gaudi stood up from his seat and motioned Emma to follow him. She followed Gaudi into the front yard of her house. She didn't know what was going on but she thought it was going to be fun.

"So the monster scene that was just on in there, this is kinda that. I'm... I know its weard but I'm... I've wanted to say this for a while that... I know what im trying to say here."

Gaudi kept getting caught up in his words, wanting to just show her. Emma was confused but more happy than anything, it was cute.

"Ok, I'm just going to show you, but I want you to know that I really like you and that I would never do anything to hurt you and I will only ever try to protect you."

She didn't know what he was talking about but it didn't really matter, but her calm face soon went from calm and happy to horrified in just a few seconds. Gaudi's skin started to shift and ridges soon formed, and those into scales. His limbs started to extend as his clothes started to undergo the same process as his skin. Wings and a tail started to form from nothing and grow with him. And in a matter of seconds, a full dragon stood in front of Emma, the dragon of Joy. His pink scales glistened in the moon light. Gaudi fell onto all fours, accidentally shaking the ground with his weight. Emma instinctively took a step back, her face only held one emotion, fear. She was to afraid to move, her muscles were frozen and her heart was racing. Gaudi, tried to keep his smile, but his face was burning with worrie and confusion. Emma took a step back towards the house and Gaudi's instincts started to kick in. He lowered his back closer to the ground as if to pounce on Emma while his face stayed the same. They stood in silence studying each other for a few seconds. Emma made the first move, running toward the front door to get to the safety of her home.

Gaudi jumped, missing the door and jumping past her, trying to reach out his claws to stop her from entering the house. He tried to tell her to wait but she ran threw the door without listening. Emma grabbed her phone and started to unlock it as Gaudi reached threw the open doors and grabbed her. She screamed as a claw came up and flicked the phone out of her hands. He gently pulled her out of the house, holding her in front of him so they could talk. She was punching at his claws, screaming and begging to be let go, trying everything to get away. Gaudi knew she was making to much noise, trying to calm her down. "Please, I'm not going to hurt you. You wanted to know how I make the drink and I told you, magic, It's ok, your safe just please be a little quieter for just a minute so I can explain. " Emma kept screaming for help, her voice barely able to travel to the nearest house. Gaudi kept trying to reassure her that everything was fine when something caught his eye. The neighbors light a ways down the road turned on as a silhouette walked near the blinds. Gaudi ducked between the house and the lake as Emma kept screaming. There was a scene in a older movie that had a monster eating something whole and making it completely silent. He had swallowed a few squirrels and birds when he was younger and put them in his storage stomach to transport them so his mother who could heal them but nothing as big as a human. With a sorry look on his face he shoved Emma into his open maw, making sure not to hit his teeth. He gulped again and again, the sound of Emma's pleas getting quieter and quieter. The taste of chocolate was so strong and he couldn't help but let out a sigh, his eyes widened as he did. He forced himself to gulp faster to stop it from happening again. Eventually her head reached his stomach, a thin shallow liquid pooling at the bottom, covering her already drool covered face. Gaudi closed his mouth, one final powerful gulp and he let gravity do the rest of the work. Gaudi held his throat high, he let out a sigh as his stomach started to expand, a tear started to well in his eyes as he thought about what he had done. His ate his only friend who helped him stay away from his family, and it felt amazing. He knew it was safe but he didn't know if Emma knew, he wanted to help her but he didn't know how. Emma slowly slid into his stomach, the mussels of his throat and stomach started to crush her and she had to pull herself into a ball. After a few seconds of contemplation she started kicking the walls of his stomach and stretching as far as she could when she was fully in. She begged him to let her out, offering money and whatever else, she was fully crying and hearing her cry started to make Gaudi cry.

She couldn't believe it, her friend, the only person she felt she could auctly confide in betrayed her. Gaudi didnt know what to do, his mind raced as his stomach started to hurt. Maby he could make it all seem like a dream, marking a sleep spell into the dirt and raising his hands to his stomach. The clear liquid pooling around her started to glow, more of the liquid started to seep from the muscles of Gaudi's stomach even faster. A blue dust was mixed into the new stomach fluid. She touched a bit, her mind started to swirl and the tips of her fingers went numb. She tried to stay away from the new stomach fluids but it was no use, she begged gaudy not to digest her. A small amount of the liquid driped onto her head, her legs and mid torso were already numb and she couldn't think anymore, she kept awake for as long as she could, but her mind was falling and she couldn't help but drift off.

Gaudi started to calm down, he could feel Emma slowly drifting off to sleep, she stopped fighting his stomach walls and her begging turned into quiet mumbling and sobs. He started to think of how he could spin this so she wouldn't remember what had happened. He could clean up and stay in his human form, putting her back in bed and pretend it was a dream when she wakes up. His mind started to drift and his eyelids were heavy, he laid down on the grass between the house and the lake. He started to think about how he could help her, and if she found out would she let him stay. The grass was so soft, Gaudi's mind started to swirl as he unknowingly let the sleeping spell take him.

Timeskip: Morning

Gaudi woke up to the sound of birds chirping, he looked over to his side and saw a house, the morning sun bounced off his scales and onto the white walls of the house. His gut felt amazing, he hadn't felt this full ever but he didn't remember eating anything. He rolled onto his back, the weight of whatever was in his stomach pressing onto his back was nice but he wanted to know what happened. He rubbed his distended gut for a while, it was so sensitive he almost passed out from the feeling and went back to sleep. As he massaged his stomach he thought he could feel it moving. He sat up, his claws lightly dug into the ground as he watched his stomach. He held his breath for a second watching his stomach slowly, ever so slightly expanding and contracting. If his stomach was moving while he was holding his breath then what did he eat. He laid back down and extended his neck around the corner of the house, there was a limo in the driveway and the doorway looked familiar. He realized he was at Emma's house, had it worked, did he tell her that he was a dragon, but if he was out here than were was..... EMMA!

He rolled over, immediately grabbing his stomach and pushing it forward and forcing himself to get her out. His stomach started to hurt as he pushed Emma up his throat, he couldn't stop thinking about what he had done. If she was awake she would deffenetly call the cops and he would have to leave, and if she wasn't awake how would he fix this. Gaudi was finally able to push her out, he positioned his tounge over his teeth and she slid off of it like a slow sticky slide and onto the grass. She was still somehow asleep but covered in stomach fluids. Gaudi picked her up and hastily blew off all the fluids that were on her, he couldn't feel anything in his hands or claws when he set her back down on the grass. He quickly shifted back to his human form and cafully picked her up and carried her inside. He put her on the bed in the middle of her bedroom with her head resting carefully on her pillows and lazily threw the covers over her before he quickly walked out of the room. He started to make her drink, it was still his job and he would only be fired if she remembered. He worked as fast as he could and looked for a cup, eventually finding a water bottle and peeling one of the stickers down to scratch in the rune. He put the sticker back on and as he poured the drink into the cup he heard slight movement from Emma's room.

Emma woke up slightly moving her arms, somehow the blancket was still on her bed when she woke up. She was getting ready for the surge of pain whenever she wakes up but it never came. She opened her eyes expecting them to stay heavy and her not wanting to get out of bed, but she was fully awake, she sat up in her bed and looked over to her clock seeing that it's an hour until she has to be at work. She got out of bed already dressed, but her clothes were a bit wet for some reason, oh well. She walked out of her room seeing Gaudi pouring a drink into a water bottle. He was already smiling and it only grew as he saw her walking out of her room.

"Goodmorning, it's nice to see you awake"

"Morning Gaudi"

"I tried something new for you. A white hot chocolate, courtesy of your new personal barista Gaudium"

"Thanks, it's nice that... wait, Gaudium"

"Right, I've never told you my full name before"

"I thought your name was just Gaudi"

"Ya, well... I put my full name down for my last job and no one wanted to call me that so they called me Gaudi and I've just been using that ever since"

"After all this time I'm just now learning your name? Why didn't you tell me before"

"I guess it never came up"

"Huh. Well work starts soon so I should get going"

"Alright, when you get back we could finish that movie we started last night"

"Right... it was getting good to, why did we stop watching"

"Oh umm... I don't remember"

"Well I better get going, thank you for this and I will see you when I get back"

Emma walked out of the house, Gaudium was still smiling at her as she walked out. Whenever he smiled it made her happier. She walked down the intricate brick pavement to her car but, something to the right caught her eye. It looked like a liquid splatter, it was thick and was left in small clumps around her tree and on the lawn. She walked across the lawn and knelt down to get a better look at one of the bigger clumps. There was tiny blue specks in it and it looked like they were glowing. She stuck two of her fingers in it and brought a small amount of it closer to her eyes to get a better look. It was sentless and it was silky smooth but also sticky. The blue specks in it started to move closer to her fingers and once they touched her fingers it started to numb them. Her mind started to swirl as she couldn't keep a thought strait. She flicked the substance off her fingers and wiped the rest off on the grass.

Once she got into her car she took a sip of her drink, her mind started to straighten and she kept thinking about the substance. She had seen it before while she was terrified, she thought hard on it and eventually it clicked. The pink scales, the flesh surounding her, falling into his stomach... Gaudi's stomach. She rubbed the pocket of her pants leg, it was still slightly damp. Once she felt it her face slowly shifted to pure terror and she started to shake, he eyes quickly started to well with tears. She looked at the window to the kitchen in her house, Gaudium was silently sweeping away at the floor. He seemed focused and scared but once he looked out to Emma his smile reappeared. Emma couldn't help but smile back, it was involuntary but she still felt happier when she looked at him. She pulled out of the driveway and started to think about everything that happened, shaking all the way. She was eaten whole, how was she still alive, she should have been digested, why did the slime make her numb, how could he do this? She had so many questions she couldn't think strait, all she could think about was how her friend betrayed her. She instinctively parked not realizing where she was, her mind still raced as she looked up and, all at once, it stopped.

She instinctively parked outside the coffee shop and when she realized it her mind slowed to a stop. She sat in her car for a while just trying to process what she was doing and slowly her mind became more active. She started thinking about how he worked there, her friends forcing her to meet him, the happy times they had together in and out of this shop. He was a friend, he always looked out for her and he thought he could trust her enough to tell her something probably nobody else knew about him. He may have ate her but she was fine, and for the single second she remembered not struggling it was almost peaceful. Like the biggest hug he could give her, and somewhere deep down she felt protected, almost enough to stay there. She started to remember what he said before he was a dragon and as he was a dragon and like he said, she was safe. He fully trusted her and she trusted him. She started to drive to her work, she thought about what she would say to him when she got home, maybe he'd be willing enough to show her again... and possibly eat her again.

[baka-monarch]

Imagine a fearplay scenario with someone holding someone else up with a fork and threatening to eat them. (Maybe they even go through with the threat-) (No clue who it would be though)

I love this scenario-

(it would be me. Please. Flirty giant fear play makes heart go brrrrrr)

Mcyt g/t tag list:

@nomynameisanon @trashpumped @loriepoptale @encaos @i-am-a-weeb @ludacris247 @shy-septic-dragon @5unfl0writ3r @colorfulsiren @moonmwah @iwasgoingtohellanyways @echoslime @wilbur-simp @trouble-off-grid @the-misfits-system

[voreconnoisseur]

In terms of fearplay regarding vore (since i can see some brothers doing it) how would the Obey Me brothers react to an MC who didnt react so well to it? Like they start to cry once it is all said and done or during the scaring? (I know if anyone tried vore fearplay with me irl i would break down in tears immediately- anxiety can be a bich ) I imagine it may lead to soft moments considering the Obey Me brothers didnt ACTUALLY mean to freak them out-

(omg omg this is my first headcanon ask ty!!)

I’ll work off the assumption that MC and the brother in question had agreed to try fearplay for fun ahead of time time, and only in the middle of actually doing it does MC back out.

Some of these got a little long near the end 😅

Lucifer:

He’s super into fearplay. He craves the feeling of holding power over people, so this is right up his alley.

Because of how invested he is, he gets a little carried away with it and doesn’t realize that MC’s pleas to stop are actually real.

He’s rolling them around in his mouth with his tongue when he realizes they’ve gone limp and are sobbing quietly.

Immediately spits MC out gently into his hand and asks them if they’re ok.

He’s embarrassed he didn’t figure it out sooner and avoids ever going into fearplay discussion territory again.

Mammon:

He used to talk a lot about MC being nothing but “a lowly human, just demon food”

So it hits a kind of a sore spot when he says this right as he’s dangling MC over his open mouth.

He notices the look on MC’s face immediately and pulls them away, slapping a hand over his mouth. He becomes a blabbering mess: “Ya–ya know I didn’t MEAN that, MC!!”

Eventually when they’re both calmed down, he blushes and tells MC that since they’re HIS human, he’d NEVER throw them away by treating them like a snack. It cheers MC up seeing Mammon say such a Mammon thing.

Leviathan:

Levi isn’t actually bad at role playing, but he’s not great at fearplay AT ALL, so MC is fine with everything that happens, giggling to themselves all the while at his poor attempts.

The problem is that once MC is IN his stomach, he says “Oh, just a sec, there’s a Mononoke Land raid going on!” and then proceeds to go mostly silent as he games intensely. He isn’t paying MC any attention at all.

Eventually this starts to get to them. Are they really just a snack to be forgotten? And Levi’s trash attempts at role play earlier suddenly seem like the most serious thing in the world. MC starts to freak out and goes apeshit on his stomach walls.

“MC, what’s wrong?” he asks, spitting them out immediately. “Owwww...”

MC is relieved to see Levi still cares about them, and was just HEAVILY distracted as usual. Eventually, they’re able to chill with MC in Levi’s tum while he games for long periods of time—no fearplay involved, and he tries to remember to talk to them more.

Satan:

You would think that as the Avatar of Wrath, he’d be great at fearplay, but he can’t really take it seriously when it’s with MC, since he has no intention of ever hurting them.

Even though his delivery is a bit lacklustre, though, it’s the words themselves that come out of his mouth that disturb MC. His threats are terrifyingly descriptive and gory.

By the time MC hits his throat, the imagery is really starting to get to them psychologically. Lucky for them, Satan is smart and had the idea for a safeword, which MC stammers right as they splash down into his gut.

He coughs up MC who then explains what happened. They agree to tone it down for next time and stick to comedic fearplay rather than straight up horror.

Asmodeus:

Asmo is surprisingly, scarily good at fearplay.

Not only has he done fearplay-like role play before in *other settings*, his normally self absorbed yet upbeat personality hides a dark side.

Which makes it terrifying for MC, because they can really picture him doing all these terrible things he says he might do! He’s just threatened to snap their spine between his teeth, and has placed MC right between his jaws and gently squeezed, when MC starts hyperventilating.

Asmo can always tell when someone isn’t into what he’s doing, and it’s no fun when one party isn’t happy.

He spits out MC and wraps them in a little towel. He seems a bit disappointed, but MC eventually suggests they do something else together, like letting him do their hair, and he’s immediately back to his usual flirty self.

After being doted on by Asmo in his Self Care Mode, MC feels much less shaken up.

Beelzebub:

Beel doesn’t even really have to try with fearplay. He’s a big guy with a sort of resting grumpy face, and when he says he wants to eat something, he actually does mean it.

He’s not overtly cruel; he’s not very good at that. All he does is say something like “Finally, you’ll be my meal for real this time...” and it makes MC panic.

Beel is FAST, though, and MC has already been eaten before they can even say anything. They start to struggle inside him, crying to be let out.

MC is scared that Beel won’t let them go, and that this is all just an excuse to get a human as a snack. In their panic, they forget just how much Beel actually cares about them.

When he spits MC out, Beel looks like he’s about to cry. Just looking at him, MC knows that they were wrong, and that Beel would always put them above food. They only hesitate a second before giving them a huge hug.

Beel is also sad that his tummy is now empty. The two of them go raid the kitchen together, and make massive ice cream sundaes.

Belphegor:

He’s not sure why MC asked him of all people to do this with.

But he gives it a go anyway, and he’s not bad at it.

However, MC suddenly has a flashback to the time Belphegor had tried to kill them, back before things got sorted out between him and Lucifer.

It’s not really to do with what Belphie’s saying right now, but MC is reliving that feeling of him actually, truly wanting them dead.

“This was a bad idea,” he says, and lets go of MC. He asks MC if he should leave, or go get someone, but MC refuses.

They need to know that he cares about them in the present.

So Belphie takes them to go curl up in front of the sofa and watch a movie together in a massive pile of blankets.

He’d probably be napping a little better with a full stomach, but he sleeps just fine in front of the TV with MC draped over him.

[karasimpno]

hi! is the matchup still open? if so my top three kinks are degradation, overstim and fearplay. id say my fav tropes are enemies to lovers and zombie apocalypse au ty!

Yes yes!

Fuck - your ideal one night stand

Sugawara Koshi - okay I hc that Suga LOVES knife play. Idk if that fits under your fear play but he would love to play in that exact area. He’s also a complete menace and gets off on degrading and overstimming you

Marry - your ideal husband

Tsukishima Kei - Ooooh wow Tsukki can be downright WICKED and is the most satisfying partner in an enemies-to-lovers relationship it’s so perfect. He loooooves to degrade you and tell you how much of a mess you’re making when he overstims you

Crush - the unrequited love that wouldn’t have worked out anyway

Konoha Akinori - Mmmm I can see a friendly rivalry that was always kind of flirty with Konoha but...I feel like it just...didn’t turn into anything! And that’s okay!!

Elle’s Kinky 750 Event! - currently open

[rachenphobie]

Audio, Marshmallow

When it comes down to stomach noises it’s kind of a mix of things. If I were to listen to it, like the ASMR people do, I get shaky and sweaty and nervous. The same goes for in writing or roleplay, if the growls are with bad intent and I know it will lead to bad things for me, I get scared. If it’s paired with a certain someone being flirty and I know I’m fine, I get embarrassed, since it’s practically saying it wants me. 8,> I don’t have much experience being mixed with food in vore. I know it would be pretty terrible realistically. I don’t have an opinion on this, I guess. If I had a choice, I wouldn’t want to be in that. For fearplay reasons, hell ya, I guess. 

[so-very-small]

I want to be the junker queen's borrower she found and let stay with her^~^ and maybe date

thats so CUTE like

australia and all is a total radiated wasteland in the overwatch verse, maybe with all the radition and other things going on there’s a special type of some radioactive waste that turned people tiny? so now there’s borrowers running around junkertown, but considering how harsh and crass the world and people in it are, they prefer to live unnoticed. (or, maybe there’s tiny omnics who rebuilt themselves but made themselves small, simply bc i’m in love with the idea of the junker queen getting an omnic gf and changing her views on the omnics)

and i’m kinda getting the vibe from the junker queen that she’s inquisitive and likes to know things, so if she found a borrower she definitely wouldn’t hurt them or anything, she’d be interested in finding out more about them. (she’d probably also be pretty smug and maybe a tad flirty and don’t get me started on the fearplay potential)

also the queen having a borrower lover would be?? really good politically? the queen now has an excuse to turn down any marraige proposals or things by people who just want her power. and maybe the borrower could even by a spy? like, being a few inches tall and living in a place as cluttered as junkertown, they’d be perfect for sneaking around and gathering intel.

i rambled sorry but the idea of the junker queen with an itty bitty borrower is so adorable and i love it

[entomolog-t]

Bite Me - Chapter 4

June asks some tough questions, meanwhile Aedes goes through quite the emotional rollercoaster.

Please note for this chapter all of the content warnings are super mild, so unless you really struggle with any of the topics its a very safe read.

Taglist: @smallsday @ratcatcher0325 @not-a-space-alien @bittykimmy13

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Previous Chapter: Chapter 3

Next Chapter: Chapter 5

Word count: 3010

CW: Mentions of blood, Adult language, Dehumanization, Fearplay

“Well Aedes,” June tries to keep her voice even, but she can feel herself growing frustrated at his dodging of her questions, “What were you doing in my bed?” 

He bristles- for a brief moment his entire body goes rigid. A look of sheer panic crosses his face, and she watches as he clenches and unclenches his fists, fidgeting anxiously. To her dismay, June notices he’s shaking. With his back still firmly pressed against the wall, he slides down to a seated position, burying his head in his hands. June considers asking a second time, but before she can, Aedes speaks, 

"I... I was…" he racks his brain, desperate for something, anything to say. He stares at his blood smeared hands, refusing to look up at her. "...feeding."

What?

The sense of unease that she had initially felt when encountering him returned all at once. 

The snarling.

The smear of blood on his lips- Her blood. 

Her hand slowly and shakily reaches up towards her neck. He… he bit her? She feels the colour drain from her face… feeding… June feels nauseous. Had he- 

“On me?” She says, her voice feeling hollow. He flinches at her words, ears drawing back. He says nothing. Remaining seated with his head in his hands. She sees his body hitch. His first words echo in June’s mind. 

Please don't hurt me

Was this why he’d been so afraid? 

“Like… b-blood… to drink?”  June stammers. For a moment, he continues his silence, the only sound coming from his heavy breathing. 

"...Yes." His voice, worn down by fear, comes forth in a raspy whisper.  "I- I need blood." He avoids her gaze. June feels her mind buck against the absurdity of the word that slips into her mind, yet she says it aloud regardless, 

“Like... a vampire?”

His head slowly raises to look at her, and for a moment he only stares, not understanding the word at first. As some kind of realization slowly sets in, a tiny bit of surprise flashes across his face as he processes the word. Slowly, he nods again. 

"Yes. A vampire. That's... what I am."  The word seems to hang heavy in the air between them, suspended in time. Without warning, the woman breaks the silence- erupting with… laughter?? 

Why was she laughing? What about this was funny to her? 

He scowls. 

June can't help but laugh at the sight of his disdain. His serious expression contrasting the absurdity of this whole situation.

This… this is crazy. 

"W-What? What's so..." Aedes sputters, his sentence trailing off as June's laughing only increases. Between gasping breaths, June attempts to stifle her chuckles.

 "Of all the things you could have told me…" June trails off, unable to contain her giggling, “A vampire??"

Aedes stares at her dumbfounded. His silence seems to sober her from her amusement, finally managing to contain her laughter.

"You- you're really serious?"  

He meets her stare with his own, brow furrowed in a mixture of confusion and what June could only assume was offense. She bit her lip. He certainly looked serious. Even though she’s been the one to say it, part of her had expected him to scoff- to deny it- to offer some sort of explanation… 

"I'm sorry. I just- I didn't think vampires were so…um"  she laughs again, however this time nervously, "small��"

Aedes feels as scowl as it carves its way across his face. It was humiliating. The very thing that was the cause for so much fear to him was just… funny to her. His means of survival… his size… Resentment seemed to brew under his skin. The thought of being so small yet being tied to a being so much like him yet so much more just to survive was a cruel twist of nature. He grit his teeth. 

Seeming to sense his offense, the colossal woman fruitlessly tries to wipe the grin from her face. He sighed. This felt almost degrading… Humiliating as it was, teasing at his expense was a far better alternative than being seen as some sort of leeching pest. Swallowing his pride, he wills himself to join in the levity.

“So what?" He asks, trying to keep his voice light, "Are you laughing at my height or my…. profession?” 

"Both or... Neither? I didn't expect to find a little man today, and I certainly didn't expect him to be a vampire!" She chuckles, shaking her head. Her words have a strange effect on him. Being called a little man feels patronizing. He knows he's small. So does she. There was no need to point it out. But… she'd called him a man- sure, a little man… but still, a man… 

In the midst of his non response, she leans closer. He feels himself tense, but doesn't move. 

"I mean… this is ... pretty fucking wild."

He eyes her carefully as she leans closer, steeling himself at her approach. 

“What are you doing?” He asks, though he can guess.

She's curious he tells himself, almost for his own reassurance. Her gaze feels heavy. Despite her keeping her hands to herself, he feels the weight of her gaze as if he's firmly in her grasp. Her enormity was staggering. Despite what, in theory, was quite the distance between them, her closeness felt invasive- far too intimate at her size. As she leans in, he once again sees his own reflection in her eyes…

He looks… so very small.

Before he can voice his grievances at her closeness, she seems to catch herself; suddenly pulling back, face flushed a deep red. He blinks in disbelief. Had he… had he made her blush?

"I - " for a moment her eyes no longer take him in as a whole and seem to focus directly on his gaze, before quickly looking away, "Sorry."

He feels his breath rush out, tension melting away with a genuine chuckle. There was something at play here, something so familiar yet so foreign in this bizarre setting. The flush on her cheeks, her fleeting gaze…

Fuck it.

“Do you want to take another look?”  The ease in his voice surprises him. 

Her eyes are back on him in a flash; eager and excited. She nods, and her cheeks deepen even more red. 

"Can I -uh.. can I touch you?"

Her question catches him off guard and he hesitates before answering. His instinct is to immediately deny her request, but… He was not expecting the human to ask in the first place. She clearly didn't have to ask- if she wanted to, she could have done so. She wanted his permission. Aedes finds himself wanting to reward this behavior with the goal of reinforcing it. It's simply training a desirable behavior. Nothing more. After a moment, he nods.

“Fine. You may touch me.” 

He watches as her eyes widen slightly, but says nothing. As she reaches he finds himself taken aback by the paradoxical sight of her hands shaking…

Was she that excited? 

Or was she that nervous?

He most certainly was. His heart pounded against his ribs at her approach, begging for him to run. With no small effort, he resisted the urge, rationalizing that a pest, not a man, would run from an incoming hand.

More gently than he would have thought it possible, she took his wrist between her thumb and forefinger, eyes fixated on his hands. He avoided looking at her face. Not only her touch, but her scrutiny made his skin crawl. Instead he found himself staring at her fingers. Her nails almost resembled his own clawed fingers, and he found their glossy pink colour surprisingly pretty, like dew on rose petals. He watched in awe at the sheer difference in size as she placed the pad of her index finger under his palm. She grazed her thumb over the top of his hand, prompting a shiver to run down his spine. He swallowed. His feeding had been cut short, and the remnants of his hunger left her smelling so dangerously good to him. A sweet and creamy scent… almost comforting. 

To his great surprise, he finds his muscles relaxing. 

Well, this was unexpected.

He clears his throat.

"Are you satisfied?"

She smiles, and to his horror, his heart flutters.

"Not quite yet…" she whispers, a playful lilt in the hushed rasp of her voice; teasing, though not like before. This was warmer. Her words seem to linger in the air as her finger tip traces a delicate path up the length of his arm, her touch gentle and deliberate. He… he hadn’t anticipated actually enjoying her touch, or the way it seemed to be awakening sensations he had long forgotten. Never in his adult life has he been touched this tenderly. Her soft caress ignites something within him, as if a current surged beneath the traces of her fingertips. It felt… almost… good.

He casts his gaze upwards, suppressing a flinch at the sheer closeness of her colossal form.  

“And what exactly are you feeling for?” He asks, his smirk down right audible in his tone. 

He watches in awe as her face flushes again. Was - was this actually happening? Despite his fear, those reactions fed into a growing curiosity toward this woman. His mind bucked against the thought. This… is dangerous isn't it? Stupid even…And yet…

He liked it. A lot. 

She cleared her throat, a bashful smile crossing her lips. 

"You're uh-" she gives an awkward chuckle, "pretty sturdy."

There's a momentary pause as his brain registers her words.

He laughs. The sound comes forth full and hearty, surprisingly genuine to his ears.

"What?" He scoffs, "Are you testing my structural integrity?"

Above him, yet oh so close, she stares down at him, face pink as can be. His breath hitches. The sight of teeth softly pressing into the plush flesh of her lip stirs something in his chest, and he feels heat rush to his ears.  

His attention is pulled away from her face as she moves her hand. Her index finger lazily tracing up his arm and onto his chest. He swallows. 

Could she feel his heart race?

Her finger came to rest at the center of his chest. At the pause in movement, he once again cast his gaze upwards to her and was met by a coy smile. 

Without warning, she pushed.

He couldn't help but grunt at the unexpected increase in force. Her touch, moments ago soft and tender, held a newfound firmness as she pressed her finger tip into him. He stood, unmoving, unsure of what was happening. He knew the uncertainty should have been terrifying, and maybe in a way, it was, yet there was an undeniable thrill in not knowing. There was a playfulness to her touch, a teasing curiosity he couldn’t quite tell if it was innocent in nature. Could she tell what her touch was doing for him? 

"What are you doing?"

Her face feigns an innocent expression.

"Oh? I'm just testing your-what was it?" she pauses, pretending to search for the words,"structural integrity." She nearly purrs the words. Her voice smooth and thick, like honey; sweet and silky - like her blood. If he closes his eyes he can nearly taste her on his-

She pushes him again.

He falls back, face hot. Before he can get up her finger finds that familiar spot in the center of his chest. There's no way she can't feel his heart now. Her touch and the beating of his heart is all he can feel. Her finger tip rises up from his chest, tracing his neck and coming to rest under his chin. At his side, he can feel his hands shake as heat fills his face, with even the tips of his ears burning. The air feels too thin, and she all at once feels far to close, and much too far. There's a strange tension between them as he speaks,

“And… what exactly are you doing now?” He struggles to keep his voice even, desperate to maintain control of his reaction if nothing else. 

She leans in, her face consuming the entirety of his field of vision. 

"I want to see your face."

For a brief moment, he swears his heart stops. The intensity of her gaze feels overwhelming- nerve racking. His mind feels as if it's racing and blank simultaneously; The only constant being the woman… the human woman.

"Well" He rasps, his voice far more forced than he would have anticipated, "do you like what you see?" He raises his head, craning his neck to give her a full view of himself. He feels a grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

It's as if his words break an illusion- she tenses, and pulls back. His grin feels much less forced as he watches her reaction, relishing in the power his words seem to garner. Yet a persistent feeling of longing sours the small victory; A longing to be overwhelmed again by her closeness… by her touch. 

She fidgets with her hand as he speaks, and he finds himself imagining her fidgeting with him instead. Wait- he blinks the thoughts away, repulsed by the idea… Enticed by the idea. 

"Well, you're a vampire, right?" He notices, to his dismay, she won't meet his eyes, "but you're so, um, small." Thanks. "... I wanted a closer look at um-  your teeth."

He found himself intrigued by the eb and flow of her emotions; she'd essentially just been fondling him, yet suddenly now she was acting coy? Because of a few choice words? He reveled in how her demeanor shifted with his words, how her eyes darted away from his, how her cheeks dawned near permanent blush. She, a creature of such immensity, hung captive to his charm, his wit- as if his will superseded the physical reality. Without the weight of her hand to stop him, he sits up. 

“I’d be happy to show you my teeth,” getting to his feet he makes a show of brushing himself off, “But first,” he turns his gaze towards her, eyebrows raised and a whisper of a smirk on his lips, “you’ll have to come just a little bit closer.”

He watches with delight as her eyes widen at his words. He was making her nervous. He likes that. Seeing her cheeks flush, he realizes he likes that even more. And when she listens to his request? He finds himself liking that the most. She leans in, closing what little space was between them, but instead of looming over him she lowers herself. Where once she was resting on her elbows, now she lowered herself so her chin rested on her hands, nearly flat on the ground. 

She looked up at him. 

Oh.

Did she have any idea what she was doing to him?

The way her eyes, bright green and innocent, looked up at him through her lashes suggested she definitely knew.

“Can… I see your teeth?” She’s so close he feels her warm breath on his legs as she asks again. He refrains from biting his lip. Instead, he imagines biting hers.

“Closer.” He repeats. There was nothing between them, save air and opportunity, and the scent of the blood still on her neck was quickly taking his breath away. She’d come closer and he’d drop to his knees and show his teeth far more intimately than she’d have anticpated; sinking them into the soft flesh of her lips-

The sound of her voice pulls him from his fantasy,

“Closer, huh?” 

She draws nearer, closing what little gap still remained between them- so close her nose traces up his midsection to his chest. He steps back, and she rises, once again resting on her elbows, albeit this time, directly overtop of him. 

“May I please see your teeth now?”

Looking up at her like this- he can’t deny the obvious intimidation he feels, and it's almost as if he doesn’t want to. Why would he ever deny himself of anything to do with her? The irony isn’t lost on him that what seemed like just moments ago he was so opposed to being seen as something to had- to being possessed, yet now he found himself wishing desperately to be hers. If she wanted to see his teeth, he’d gladly show her. 

“I believe you may.” He says, his tone tauntingly flirtatious. 

He smiles, lips parting to a wide grin. To his own shock, he closes his eyes. Was… was he beginning to trust her? Attraction was one thing. He was a man with needs, and she was a beautiful woman… a very large and imposing woman, but a woman nonetheless- but trust? That was a whole other beast. With his eyes closed, his skin bristles and tingles with each of her breaths washing over him. He feels his heart beating wildly, adrenaline coursing through his veins. He trails his tongue over his teeth and his ears twitch at her gasp.

“You… you really are a vampire…” she whispers, her voice laden with disbelief, “They’re so… sharp...” 

He feels… smug? Confident? He can’t quite place the emotion, but he sure as Hell knows the source. 

“Oh?” he muses, opening his eyes, “Do I scare you?”

She answers with a mischievous grin- a grin that a small part of his brain is screaming to run from. His heart nearly jumps into his throat as she reaches for him, her fingers lacing around his torso. He suppresses a yelp as she lifts him, slowly and carefully, off the ground and towards her face. 

“I think a more appropriate question would be,” she begins, her voice a sultry purr “Do I scare you?”

Yes.

Fear courses through his veins as his mind spits out fragments of thoughts. 

Caught. 

Helpless. 

Vulnerable. 

Intimate. 

He focuses on that last one. The softness of her skin. The wild energy in her gaze. The sweet and heavy scent of her. 

She was terrifying. 

“That depends,” he lies, “Have you planned what you’re going to do to me now that you’ve caught me?”

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oh well I Love flirty fearplay when the giant coos condescendingly and taunts the tiny like that sacarine sweet talk that you know is just to show the power difference. Like they'll flirt too and it feels like both a compliment and an insult at the same time.

Like we all know the physical power dynamic and fear is there but the talking is what seals the deal.

YEEEEES

Cooing a condescending little remark is such a delicious flirty fearplay trope.

Like, the giant is just lightly pinning down the tiny, or holding them just enough that they can't get away and then they coo something like;

"It's adorable when you squirm. If you try harder maybe I'll even let you up, I can't say no to that precious little face you're making."

ALSO I WANNA HEAR YOUR EXAMPLES PLEEEAAASE 👀

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Spoiled Snacks

I love the concept of size shifters who unabashedly love being small. Not so much in a fluffy sense where they just feel so safe and comfy... But in a spoiled wanting to be pampered sense. Like smug little gremlins who just want to be carried around.

Word Count: 632

CW: Fearplay,

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No matter how many times you ask them not to walk all over your plate, they never listen. Every meal time its the same thing. They shrink down, hoisting themselves up onto the table, and walk right over to your plate, enjoying whatever you’ve made for yourself. 

“Ohh,” their voice is thick with that quintessential mocking tone, “but I’m sooo small. You won’t even notice what I’ll take.” 

You narrow your eyes. 

“I wish I didn’t notice you.” They snicker at your remark, continuing to pick off of your plate. The first time they had shrunk had been jarring to you both. It had been without warning. One moment they were walking towards you, and the next they had seemed to vanish into thin air. Had it not been for their soft yelp of surprise cutting the silence you weren’t sure you would have noticed them. 

Things... things had changed since then. You almost missed the days where they had sat in your cupped hands, eyes wide with fear. The way the had to close their eyes before you touched them, the way their hands shook before they touched you... With the privilege of hindsight, they had been adorable. While you didn’t want them be terrified of you again, anything was better than this. 

What had once petrified them had quickly become their preferred state. You couldn’t remember the last time they willingly walked somewhere; you having become their primary mode of transportation. Personal space had so quickly become a thing of the past. They quite literally had taken to walking all over you, and they absolutely knew it. 

They were smug.

You try to shoo them away from your plate with a spoon but they duck and weave, nimbly avoiding being pushed from your plate. Their laughter feels taunting. You lean closer to them, eyeing them up and down. All you get in return is a smirk as they sit on the edge of your plate.

“I miss when you used to be scared of me.”

For a split second, that smug little smirk gets wiped right of their face. You don’t quite catch the emotion that replaces it before they begin to chuckle, but you didn’t miss the way the tips of their ears had turned bright red. 

“Thats on you.” They say nonchalantly, as the pull some more food directly from your plate. When they see the confusion on your face, they continue, “I never really thought of you as a gentle person until all of this” they say, gesturing to themselves. “But boy was I wrong. They way you’d dote on me left and right? The concern in your eyes every time you picked me up? How am I supposed to be afraid of someone as soft as you?”

You snort. Soft, huh? You can feel a grin pulling at the corners of your lips. 

“How are you supposed to be afraid?” Slowly, you pinch their ankle between your thumb an index finger, “How about I show you?” 

You lift up, bringing their foot up towards their head and sending them tumbling to their back. Before they can sit back up you press your fingertip to the center of their chest; pinning them to the table. The feeling of their heart beating wildly in their chest is oddly exhilarating. 

“How about you stay off my plate,” you say, as you loom over their tiny frame. You bring yourself much closer, face inches away from their body. “Lets I mistake you for something a bit more-” you pause, flashing them a toothy grin “tasty.”

The change occurs suddenly. 

One second you’re looming over a miniature human, the next, there's a full grown person splayed out on your table, eyes wide, cheeks red, and completely on top of your plate. 

You’re the first to break the silence. Doubling over, you laugh. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes as you look at their flushed face, expression completely dumbfounded.

“Don’t you worry,” you tease, “I don’t eat spoiled snacks.” 

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I am an absolute fiend for flirty fearplay. I am dying to know if anyone has any favorite flirty fearplay tropes/scenarios???

lets go, cough it up. Gimme.

[entomolog-t]

This might be really niche. But I dont care; perfumes with G/t vibes

Innocence - Poesie : Floral Gourmand. Would describe as candied flowers. Very fae/mystical creature. Tiny vibes.

Fresh Cream Warm Cashmere - Philosophy : Cozy gourmand. Smells like comfort. While this one personally gives me "loving and doting Giant vibes" I would describe it as sitting in the pocket of your significant other, you can smell the sweetness of a drink on their breath. It's such a comforting scent.

By the Fireplace - Replica : Smokey, woody with slight gourmand notes. This is very much "Lonely Giant who lives in the woods." Comforting and outdoorsy.

Silken Tent - Alkemia : How skin ought to smell. Could not tell you the notes. Sensual and intimate. Giant(ess) vibes. Nuzzled against the bosom of an ethereal being. There's a powerfulness to it. Something about this one is so intimate it feels inappropriate to wear casually. One of my most complicated perfumes.

Twice to Tea - Poesie : Earl Gray/London fog. Smells more sweet and creamy a little while after dry down. Very similar vibes to Fresh Cream Warm Cashmere. Feels very "Giant" with the vibe being snug in the pocket of a Giant while they sip on a drink.

Milk - Commodity : Warm and Spicey Gourmand. Sexy Giant. That's it. It's a flirty and powerful scent. Gives cat and mouse vibes. Like a Giant blurring the lines between flirting and fearplay. This is my street stopper perfume. I've had so many strangers stop me to ask what I'm wearing.

Radiant Nectar - Clean Reserve : Light and Fresh. Could not tell you the precise notes. Tiny vibes. Just an outdoor borrower bathing in the sunlight.

[compact-katrina]

Your tag is so accurate though. Flirty fearplay is the best because they'll say something like "wow you're so cute I wanna just put you in a terrarium by my bed with a little hamster wheel inside and they say it in a silly voice and it's probably just a compliment....right? Like surely they wouldn't actually treat a person that way, right? And it's playful and fun with just a tiny bit of a threat that would absolutely change everything if they actually followed through and that is *thrilling*

Spoiled Snacks

I love the concept of size shifters who unabashedly love being small. Not so much in a fluffy sense where they just feel so safe and comfy… But in a spoiled wanting to be pampered sense. Like smug little gremlins who just want to be carried around.

Word Count: 632

CW: Fearplay,

—

No matter how many times you ask them not to walk all over your plate, they never listen. Every meal time its the same thing. They shrink down, hoisting themselves up onto the table, and walk right over to your plate, enjoying whatever you’ve made for yourself. 

“Ohh,” their voice is thick with that quintessential mocking tone, “but I’m sooo small. You won’t even notice what I’ll take.” 

You narrow your eyes. 

“I wish I didn’t notice you.” They snicker at your remark, continuing to pick off of your plate. The first time they had shrunk had been jarring to you both. It had been without warning. One moment they were walking towards you, and the next they had seemed to vanish into thin air. Had it not been for their soft yelp of surprise cutting the silence you weren’t sure you would have noticed them. 

Things… things had changed since then. You almost missed the days where they had sat in your cupped hands, eyes wide with fear. The way the had to close their eyes before you touched them, the way their hands shook before they touched you… With the privilege of hindsight, they had been adorable. While you didn’t want them be terrified of you again, anything was better than this. 

What had once petrified them had quickly become their preferred state. You couldn’t remember the last time they willingly walked somewhere; you having become their primary mode of transportation. Personal space had so quickly become a thing of the past. They quite literally had taken to walking all over you, and they absolutely knew it. 

They were smug.

You try to shoo them away from your plate with a spoon but they duck and weave, nimbly avoiding being pushed from your plate. Their laughter feels taunting. You lean closer to them, eyeing them up and down. All you get in return is a smirk as they sit on the edge of your plate.

“I miss when you used to be scared of me.”

For a split second, that smug little smirk gets wiped right of their face. You don’t quite catch the emotion that replaces it before they begin to chuckle, but you didn’t miss the way the tips of their ears had turned bright red. 

“Thats on you.” They say nonchalantly, as the pull some more food directly from your plate. When they see the confusion on your face, they continue, “I never really thought of you as a gentle person until all of this” they say, gesturing to themselves. “But boy was I wrong. They way you’d dote on me left and right? The concern in your eyes every time you picked me up? How am I supposed to be afraid of someone as soft as you?”

You snort. Soft, huh? You can feel a grin pulling at the corners of your lips. 

“How are you supposed to be afraid?” Slowly, you pinch their ankle between your thumb an index finger, “How about I show you?” 

You lift up, bringing their foot up towards their head and sending them tumbling to their back. Before they can sit back up you press your fingertip to the center of their chest; pinning them to the table. The feeling of their heart beating wildly in their chest is oddly exhilarating. 

“How about you stay off my plate,” you say, as you loom over their tiny frame. You bring yourself much closer, face inches away from their body. “Lets I mistake you for something a bit more-” you pause, flashing them a toothy grin “tasty.”

The change occurs suddenly. 

One second you’re looming over a miniature human, the next, there’s a full grown person splayed out on your table, eyes wide, cheeks red, and completely on top of your plate. 

You’re the first to break the silence. Doubling over, you laugh. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes as you look at their flushed face, expression completely dumbfounded.

“Don’t you worry,” you tease, “I don’t eat spoiled snacks.”