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confessions-of-a-monster-freak · 2 years ago

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Day 2: Macrophilia - Fat Gum / Taishirou Toyomitsu

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Mentions of Food Belly Bulge

Fat Gum is in his Fat form. If you have a problem, leave—no negativity in my comments.

I left your accurate height up to your preference but you have shrunk to about four foot seven. Fat Gum is eight foot two for comparison.

The reader is in a long-term relationship with Fat Gum, a Support/Healer who got caught in the crossfire with a shrinking quirk.

Minors DNI! Reblogs and Notes are appreciated <3

I was sitting on the couch, watching the recap news reports for the villain attack I had helped cover. I shifted around uncomfortably as none of my clothes felt right anymore. I mean why would they? They were practically a blanket on me. I was just swimming in fabric and sitting on a way, way too big couch. Not that the couch was the problem, I loved this giant couch.

The news continued to cover what happened maybe an hour ago as it had turned into a big story. I mean, three pro heroes and one petty theft. Of course, it's going to be big. It was one big mess, that was for sure. I mean we were lucky that no civilians got hurt, only the heroes did, which, I guess is fortunate. But also a pain since the pros that day had decided that they were in a stuck-up mood.

The door clicked and I heard the heavy tell-tale steps of my boyfriend entering our apartment. Probably home from his patrol. Since he was later than normal I assumed he either stopped to grab our dinner or to grab a snack on his way back. Either way, I didn’t mind, as he could eat way more than me even right after having a snack.

“Sugar! I’m home! How’d the attack….Go…”

Taishirou froze standing in the doorway of the living room. I could see his eyes were locked on me and his mouth hung open as he was thoroughly confused. Not that I could blame him. The news didn't cover that a support hero got hit by a quirk. I mean. Why would they? It's just a no-name healer.

“It went fine until I got hit with a shrinking quirk,”' I answered, now a bit more bothered because my boyfriend was now busy staring at me. “Luckily the quirk just grazed me and this isn’t the full force. The person it actually hit shrunk to about two feet tall” I continued and then directed my focus back to the TV. “Should wear off in a day or two since it was such a small dose” I went back to looking at the TV. The height difference between me and my boyfriend wasn’t anything that I wasn’t used to. But it was different when you're somewhere in the four-foot range compared to this eight-foot beast of a man.

“So..you’ve shrunk?” He asked and came further into the apartment. Having heard no bags I assumed he went for a snack before he came back to the apartment. He settled into the couch next to me and was still focusing on how much I had shrunk compared to him now. The pause I heard must’ve been him taking off his mask and stripping out of the major aspects of his costume. As his shoes, knee pads, and gloves were missing, his signature jacket was even unzipped a bit.

“Good gracious you're tiny now aren’t cha?” He asked, and smiled brightly at me as I shrunk further to the other side of the couch. Despite how much I loved this man, I didn’t want to be crushed. Normally he wasn’t over four feet taller than me, but in this certain scenario, yes, yes he was over four feet taller than me.

“Yeah, and nothing fits me anymore” I complained and shuffled around in my clothes again. “This was the smallest thing I could find and it still didn’t even fit me” I pulled at the shirt that was hanging off of me. Everything was baggy and was kind of uncomfortable now, even the clothes that were comfortable normally turned uncomfortable.

“Sorry sugar, I would offer to get you something more comfortable but I don’t think we have anything that could fit” He sympathized, and then turned his attention to the TV. “Anyone get badly hurt?” He asked, changing the subject back to my job. Probably doing so because his patrol wasn’t interesting, and normally I was the one discussing my job since I was busier than even a top pro hero. This is ironic considering healers get no recognition whatsoever.

“No, thankfully. It was just a petty theft gone wrong when too many heroes showed up” I admitted and then breathed out, “The only people that got hurt were actually the heroes because one of the villains clouded up the area somehow so they ended up fighting each other,” I shrugged, the heroes that responded were all rather pretentious and stuck up. Didn’t even thank me when I helped them.

“Were they a part of any specific agency?” Taishirou asked, now seeming somewhat concerned about the newest generation of heroes. I could see his reasoning, even when I was in school before I had chosen to be a support hero they were reckless.

“Not that I recognized,” I admitted, shrugging and not being able to recall anything specific about them that would lead them back to an agency. “I don’t even remember their names” I added and then looked back to the TV to see if anything had changed.

“Is your-”

“Quirk affected by this one? No. And no one else's quirk can fix this either. We tried. So I have time off until the quirk wears off” I explained, having a rough idea of what my boyfriend was going to ask after that type of question. “Not that I mind, I need the time off anyways” I then sunk further into the couch and turned off the news, having heard enough hero propaganda again. Sometimes I sit and think about the newest generation being fed everything about the glory of being a hero. When in reality it's not glamorous, I’ve seen and treated pros that were so badly hurt that they should have died, but they played it off as just a scratch.

“Have you eaten yet?” He asked, looking over at me as I practically melted into the couch. I was tired, not only from using my quirk but because apparently, the quirk was affecting everything else, from the amount of fatigue I had to the weakened ability to regulate my own body heat.

No, I got home maybe an hour and a half before you got here” I admitted and then gave into the puppy look that he was giving me. I scooted closer to my partner and settled into his side. I hummed as he was warm, and as always comfortable. Now I was slowly warming up and wanting a bit more affection, as this was one of the few times I could be this close to my partner and not worry about either of us being called away.

“Are you hungry?” He asked and moved his arm to wrap around me, making me smile and lean into him happily. Enjoying the physical affection that I was receiving, I paused and thought about what he had asked. I hadn’t had a proper meal yet but I had a snack before leaving the hospital. So I wasn’t hungry.

“Sort of…I had a snack in the infirmary while I was being checked out. So I’m not terribly hungry” I admitted and he hummed and seemed to be thinking about whether or not to make food now or later, as he knew that both of us could eat even if we had just eaten.

“Well, do you want to eat now or later?” He asked and I had to pause and think.

“I’d rather wait to eat later, so that way I can actually eat a proper meal” I admitted, and then managed to climb my way into my boyfriend’s lap and settled there, making sure I was facing him and snuggling into his front.

Taishirou laughed and wrapped his arms around my back, keeping me upright and making sure I was supported and had no chance of falling off of him, even though that was a significantly lesser chance than normal considering the sheer size difference we had now.

I was settled snuggling into him happily, as normally we were either passed out in bed at this time or busy with work. So both of us were clearly happy to just have something as simple as this. I felt my boyfriend shift underneath me and felt him press a kiss to the top of my head affectionately.

“Hey Tai?” I asked, looking up at him with a smile on my face.

“Yes, sugar?” He responded and looked down at me, the warm amber eyes staring back at me with a large and loving smile.

“I love you” I chirped and leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek, which was the farthest I could reach with my new stature.

He chuckled underneath me and caught my lips in a kiss, which I happily melted into.

I was practically having to be in a half-standing position to maintain the kiss, but that didn’t matter to me at the moment. What mattered to me was making sure he knew that I loved him.0

I eventually was pulled away by Taishirou picking me up effortlessly and basically holding me up to his level, which made both of us laugh. Normally it wouldn’t be this difficult to kiss my partner but because of the new drastic height difference it was, it was amusing to be held up effortlessly by my partner.

“Why don’t you do this more often?” I joked laughing as I knew that it was unlikely for him to pick me up while I was at my full height.

“Because there ain’t a need for me to do so!” He joked right alongside me, causing us to just dissolve into almost hysterical laughter. If anyone had walked in here they would’ve thought that Ms. Joke’s quirk had affected us.

Eventually, our laughter settled down and it was just us smiling at each other with tears blurring our vision from laughter. We sat there for a bit just smiling at each other as we tried to figure out what to do next. I sat there for a minute before leaning back in for another kiss. This time I was more supported and didn’t have to strain my neck to reach up to him, and surely he was more comfortable this way. The kiss was affectionate and sweet.

I pulled away after a minute to catch my breath as I didn’t have the same lung capacity that I normally did. Meaning I was panting while my boyfriend was still the same as he was before I had kissed him.

"You're so cute when you're out of breath" He teased gently and pressed a kiss to my cheek. Making me pout. I knew he didn't mean it like that but I could help but think about the other side of the spectrum. My mind never

"Well. Which way do you like me out of breath?" I asked, just barely going on the verge of something impure. "From kissing. Or from screaming my throat raw?" I added and grinned as his face started to turn red. I watched as his face slowly turned a scarlet color. He normally turned a bright red color when he was flustered or embarrassed. Which in my opinion just made him even cuter.

"Sugar." He warned gently. Despite his rapidly turning red face, I could tell he was being serious. "I don't think that's a good idea… I could break you" He reasoned, and it was a valid reason. I was much smaller than I normally was, and even at my normal size I sometimes struggled to even take him. But I wanted to try this. As we never had time together, this was the perfect opportunity.

"Please, Tai?" I begged gently. "We never see each other and this is a perfect time" I pointed out, and I saw the thought cross his mind as he thought about it. He was clearly weighing in the options and I was hoping that he was going to listen to my side of it.

I sat there waiting, trying not to shift around as he was still holding me up. I felt his grip change and I looked up to see him with a slightly more mischievous smile. I felt a grin cross my face and quickly leaned back in for another kiss. Which he more than happily obliged. He pulled me closer to him and I moved my hands to settle in his hair.

I yelped and pulled away from the kiss when I felt him fully pick me up and move off of the couch. I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck as he walked away from the couch and to the bedroom. Which I figured was so I had a lesser chance of hurting myself and for the added comfort of a soft bed versus a couch.

He nudged the bedroom door open with his foot and then gently set me down on the bed. He then took off his jacket and I scooted myself further back into the center of the bed. I watched him as he pulled the jacket off and set it carefully on the laundry basket.

I wiggled around for a minute unsure if I should start undressing but I figured I’d wait until he told me to strip.

Taishirou then climbed onto the bed and swept me up into a kiss, he then grabbed me and then flipped us around so I was sitting on his lap and he was in a sitting position. Probably to prevent any accidental crushing. Which I was thankful for because I don’t think I could handle getting crushed today.

I wove my hands into his hair as he slowly started to grind me against him, making me whimper into the kiss as I wasn’t used to the severe size difference. I felt his hand climb up my shirt slowly, testing the waters almost. I leaned into the touch and throughout the kiss, with each movement he made, I gripped onto his hair.

Eventually, I pulled away to take the already baggy shirt off of me, I pulled it over my head as fast as I could without getting stuck in the shirt. After my shirt was off, I let it fall to the floor on the side of the bed, knowing we would pick it up after our activity was done. That or we’d pick it up after dinner, one of the two was sure to happen.

Taishirou’s hands immediately changed directions from staying on my waist to climbing up my torso and kneading at my chest. Making me whine and buck my hips into his. I could feel him beneath me and it was off-putting as I wasn’t used to the now much larger size difference.

He moved his head down to my neck and started pressing kisses to the skin there, as well as a few mild bites. He knew I didn’t like having to heal or cover up hickies but he just couldn’t help himself from leaving some light marks. I was going to be home long enough for them to not be noticeable anyways.

Eventually, I had enough of the teasing and removed myself from his lap to strip off the rest of my clothes, as I knew I was going to need some assistance with even thinking about taking him. After I shucked the rest of my clothes off I climbed back into his lap, resting myself on the very obvious tent in his pants, slowly I started to grind myself against him trying to not psych myself out about this.

He grabbed my sides to stop me and instead laid me down on my back on the bed, hauling my legs over his shoulders, I looked up at him from my position before he dropped me again and reached for some pillows to shove under my back so I didn’t feel like I was hanging off of a meat hook.

After I was settled to where I wasn’t hanging a good foot off of the bed I felt him press a few kisses to my thigh before I heard him cuss I took a glance upwards to see him a bit surprised but I wasn’t worried. That was until I felt the size difference of his tongue against me. Even just pressing it against me was huge.

I lurched forward not expecting the sheer size of it and started to pant, knowing I was in for a ringer and was definitely going to be bedridden for the next few days, not that I minded, I had my sweetheart of a partner to help.

He was just circling his tongue around me making sure I was comfortable before slowly wiggling it into me. I felt the stretch and gripped at the sheets as normally there wasn’t a stretch to be had when he was eating me out, but today there was. Which was slightly worrying but I was well aware of the risks involved and if I had to heal some internal damage then so be it.

I could tell he was holding back and going slow for my sake, but even though I appreciated it, I was impatient and craving more already. If his tongue was this big compared to normal, then I wanted to know what he actually felt like. Eventually, the stretch dimmed down and I let out a moan as he started to speed up his movements. Clearly having felt the shift and hearing the shift in my tone.

Eventually, he pulled away and shifted me around so my legs were now wrapped around his side and he pressed one finger into me. Making me let out a breath as it slid in easily, then I sucked in a heavy breath as he pressed a second finger into me. He slowly circled around the fingers inside of me and stretched me even further.

I had my eyes screwed shut as I was trying to process the stretch, and I had maybe made a mistake with attempting this while I was at this size. I opened my eyes trying to see if maybe that would help with adjusting to the stretch. Which it didn’t, so I shut my eyes again and let out a few heavy breaths.

“Still doing okay sugar?”

I snapped back to reality at the sound of my boyfriend's voice. I opened my eyes again and locked eyes with my partner.

“I am okay,” I said and smiled up at him. “I just…Am not used to the stretch being this much” I admitted and then moaned when I finally felt a small coil forming in my stomach. I blinked heavily again before the coil tightened more and made me whine.

Taishirou searched my face for any sign of pain or lying, and then gently slid in a third finger with some resistance but not a huge amount. He spread his fingers out and made me lurch upwards at the rudeness, calling a moan out of my mouth

I started to wiggle a bit as I was close to tipping over the edge and Taishirou had to hold me down with his opposite hand. He continued to move his fingers and urged me closer to the edge, adding a fourth finger brought me right on the verge of the edge. I wasn’t able to keep my voice down and held a death grip on the sheets below me.

I was about to shout out but managed to bite down on my own hand as I came, and I came hard. My vision turned white and I heard some mild ringing in my ear. I felt Taishirou pull his fingers out slowly and carefully. His hand that was holding me down was tracing shapes against my skin, bringing me back to reality to where I was able to actually see my partner above me.

Taishirou was cleaning off his fingers one by one. Licking around the base of his fingers and completely around them. Making me aroused more than I was previously. My eyes watched as his tongue curled around his fingers and cleaned them off almost completely. He went back over his fingers to make sure he had gotten everything.

I pushed myself off of my back and quickly scooted myself up onto his lap and caught him off guard in a kiss. I could taste myself on his lips and I didn’t mind the taste. I started to grind myself against him and I could feel him twitch beneath me.

“Sugar you're soaking my pants,” He said after pulling away from the kiss, and I whined at the lack of contact.

“If I’m soaking them, then take them off,” I said and leaned back into my boyfriend and pressed a few kisses to his collarbones and shoulders. I felt him grab me and lift me off of his lap so he could get his pants and underwear off. He set me down before He got off the bed to finish stripping. After he had gotten his pants and boxers off he reached over to the nightstand to grab some protection, after he grabbed the packet he opened it and then rolled it onto himself. He then threw the wrapper into the trash can nearby.

He got back onto the bed and then pulled me back into his lap. Sweeping me back into a kiss, now giving me access to grinding against him directly. Which I happily went for, rocking my hips forward and grinding against him causing him to pause in the kiss and collect himself before going right back to the feverish kiss.

I could barely wait anymore and grabbed onto his shoulders before pulling away from the kiss. I was panting and very much out of breath and Taishirou’s face was flushed more than it was before. He looked down at me, having taken a guess at what I wanted and why I stopped the kiss.

“I’ll go as slow as I can,” He said and grabbed my hips, and guided me to where I was hovering over him. I nodded and grabbed onto him in preparation for the stretch, I sucked in a deep breath before letting it out as he gently guided me down.

The beginning of him sliding in wasn't that bad, I didn’t even feel that bad of a stretch until we got past the head and it felt like I was being speared in half on him. Which I quite literally was. It wasn’t just a stretch, I could feel the sting of my skin being stretched more than it should be.

I cried out when I felt him nudge something further up in my stomach and I could feel my stomach stretching with how big he was compared to my new stature. I was panting at both the stinging pain and the stretch until I heard Taishirou groan.

“God you're tight” He mumbled and leaned his head against mine as he let me breathe and adjust to him. I grabbed one of his hands that were still holding onto my side and pulled it to my front where I pressed his hand into my stomach.

“Is that…Me?” He asked, feeling the large bump in my stomach and I nodded fervently. Not trusting my voice at the moment. As if I wasn’t careful I might actually scream. The pain wasn’t unbearable but it was uncomfortable.

I eventually slowly lifted myself up and didn’t even make it halfway on him before I was straining to get any higher up. With one hand resting on my side he lifted me up even further and I could see the amazement on his face at the feeling and sight of the bulge disappearing as he pulled out.

As he slowly dropped me back down onto him I couldn’t contain myself anymore and started moaning at both the pain and the feeling of being stuffed completely. He grunted at that and continued the slow and even pace of picking me up and then dropping me back down.

After about a minute of this pace, I started to beg for a different pace, the pain was barely even there anymore and I was closer to the edge with just a minute of this new feeling. I could only guess that it was happening this quickly considering the sheer size of him, normally with me lasting much longer than this. Something was off about the newfound feeling. I could feel the edge and it was right there, but it didn’t feel like the last one, and my legs were starting to grow numb.

He obliged my begging and sped up, now dropping me down and picking me back up even faster. The only thing that I was actually doing was moaning directly into his ear and scratching up his shoulders and back slightly from how tightly I was clinging onto him. I would heal those up as soon as I could, but that was the furthest thing from what my mind was currently settled on.

Eventually, I felt what last control I had over the coil in my stomach of my second release lapse, and my vision instead of going white, blacked out completely. The ringing was more prevalent than the first time I had came and I couldn’t hear anything. I was heavily panting and had no feeling in my legs. I felt like I was on cloud nine, and frankly, I thought I was on cloud nine.

I thought I could hear something vaguely through all the ringing that was going through my ears at that exact moment but couldn’t make out what it was. My vision was starting to come back into focus, but the feeling in my legs was still completely gone.

I blinked a few more times before I was able to clearly see my partner hovering over me. Wait. Hovering? I thought I was still in his lap. Did he move me?

“Sugar. Hey. There you are”

His voice was clear and I could see him clearly, he was the thing that I was hearing. He was trying to catch my attention. I smiled tiredly at him as I wasn’t fully there yet. I was taking a guess that I might’ve temporarily blacked out. I didn’t remember laying down or falling over, and my senses were completely voided for a good minute or so.

“I think you blacked out,” He started gently. “I laid you down so you didn’t fall over and potentially hurt yourself.” He added and that's when it made sense.

“Thank you” I managed to say through my scratchy voice, which made Taishirou chuckle.

“I’m gonna go run you a bath, and while you're in there, I will make us dinner. How does that sound?” He asked and gently held the side of my face with a smile present on his face. His cheeks were flushed red slightly, and he had some sweat on his forehead. But besides those little things, he didn’t seem too different from before.

I nodded slowly and he got up, grabbing his boxers on the way to the bathroom to start a bath up. While he was in the bathtub, I managed to push myself up to where I was able to sit with some added assistance from the pillows. I looked down and saw that there was now a giant mess on the sheets and I rolled my eyes since we’d have to clean them now even though they were cleaned just this past Sunday.

“I’m going to guess that you can’t stand, so allow me,” Taishirou said, walking back into the room and scooping me up easily. “Also, don’t worry about the sheets, I’ll clean them up,” He said and carefully set me down in the bath.

I inhaled and sighed at the smell of coconut and honey, having figured he would add some bath salts in or even a bubble bath to help calm me down and recover from the blackout. I smiled happily up at my boyfriend who was grabbing my bath towel and setting it on the side of the tub to where I could reach.

“I love you” I chirped, watching as my boyfriend gained a smile, mirroring my own.

“I love you too. Now while I wait for the tub to finish filling up, I’m gonna go strip the sheets” He said and walked out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom to clear off the bed.

I didn’t know how I had managed to get a man this kind and caring, but I was thankful for it. I was laying in the bathtub watching as he pulled off the pillowcases and the rest of the sheets. I just couldn’t help the little giggle that escaped my mouth as I watched him clean up in his gummy bear boxers.

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wankusbonkus-gt · 2 years ago

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There’s Magic in Thy Enemy

Summary: ‘Theon has grown sick and tired of Snow tailing after Robb like a lost wolf cub, and decides to get rid of the bastard for the young Lord Stark's ease of comfort. (And because he's jealous.)’

Content: Unaware Tiny, Cock Vore, Tiny Jon Snow, Giant Theon Greyjoy, Rape Elements, One-Sided Attraction

A/N: Ashamed to say the title is from bastardised Shakespeare. Specifically, "there's magic in thy majesty", from his play, 'Winter's Tale, Act 5, Scene 3'. Though if I'm being honest, old Willie would have loved to know his work is being used as a title for a microphilia smut fic. Mans basically wrote a lot of flowery dick jokes.

This is based on Anon's prompt: "Tiny!Jon Snow gets cock vored, unaware, by Robb Stark or Theon Greyjoy". I'm basically doing this over, because I stuffed up their prompt *twice* already. I got the cock vore part down, but managed to flub up the "unaware" bit? Twice? In the same day? Anyway, this is me making it up to them lmao

Also, in regards to my hiatus--I wouldn't say it's over, necessarily, but I was hit with a bout of motivation after having written another smut fic (not macrophilia, sorry to say) and wanted to write more. If this trend continues, I'll accept it with grace, but I wouldn't hold my breath. Regardless, please accept this humble offering!! (link to AO3 version)

Theon watches from behind his cup as the bastard stumbles away from the table. He fingers the vial of sleeping draught he filched from Maester Luwin’s stores carefully, watching it take effect before his very eyes. Snow’s eyelids are droopy, and he looks like he can barely keep himself upright. It must’ve been a very potent one, to work so quickly. Theon only slipped the potion in his drink a few minutes ago.

‘I should head off to bed. I’m suddenly very tired,’ Snow explains, with a slur to his words, to Robb’s immediate whining.

Theon clenches his fist around the vial so tightly it might crack. He repeats the plan in his head, letting the repetition calm him down before he does anything stupid and give himself away. Drug him, wait for him to fall asleep before slipping away from the feast, stick him in your prick. It’s like a chant, and Theon’s fist slowly loosens.

Snow successfully leaves the Great Hall. Even without the bastard there, Theon is still on edge, although for a different reason entirely.

Robb pouts for a while before getting progressively deeper into his cups. Theon, despite Lady Catelyn’s likely reprimanding tomorrow, encourages his friend, making sure he always has a drink in-hand.

Eventually, Robb and the rest of the feast are drunk as anything, the noise level rising to almost unbearable heights for Theon’s sober ears, and Theon can slip away without anyone noticing.

The door closes behind him, already muffling the noise, and the deeper he goes into the Keep, the quieter they become, until it’s silent. He knows where Snow’s room is, so he doesn’t waste any time in his journey. Best to get it over with quickly lest Snow wake up.

The bastard makes an inviting picture, spread out naked on top of his furs. All pale, rouged skin and relaxed limbs. He doesn’t stir even as the door closes firmly behind Theon.

There’s a trail of clothes leading towards the boy like a stone pathway. The rest of the room is as drab and grey as can be expected for a bastard as sullen as Snow. Although a banked fire cackles in the fireplace, blanketing everything in gold.

Theon dutifully follows the strewn vestments until he’s standing by Snow’s head, the light making him glow. Theon feels a throb of equal parts envy, arousal, and hate. Snow always manages to look pretty, even passed out on his bed, even beaten down in the dirt by his betters. Maybe that’s why Robb likes him so much—would like Theon, if his lips were a tempting red and his dark, sooty eyelashes fluttered against his fine cheekbones. The thought turns Theon’s already boiling blood to liquid fire, and the desire to strangle the bastard until his luminous eyes pop out of his head, to bury his sword in that delicate, swan-like neck almost overwhelms him. Unfortunately, getting rid of a body is harder than what Theon already has planned.

Throughout this entire violent tirade, Snow remains in repose. He doesn’t stir one bit.

Dipping his hand into his other pocket, Theon pulls out another vial. It’s filled with a clear, watery substance which Theon was promised would turn its drinker thimble-sized. He half-doubts the seller’s word, but they swore by it. Theon figures that if they were lying he can simply sneak back out to the great hall and get roaringly drunk to forget his failure, and try again another day. Before hunting down the lying fuck and gutting them.

Theon uncorks the vial and bends over the boy, tilting his face back until his plush mouth falls open. His heart pounds in anticipation as he brings it over Snow’s parted lips. The liquid pours into his mouth smoothly.

He sets the container aside and begins massaging Snow’s throat, to encourage swallowing. He remembered Maester Luwin doing the same to an unconscious Robb, who’d gotten a nasty injury in the training yard. The hard nub of his neck bobs once, twice.

Theon rests his hand against the hollow of the bastard’s throat for a moment, imagines squeezing it until the life leaves his body and the air his lungs, then straightens up, standing menacingly over the side of the bed. If anyone were to walk in right now, they might think Theon were trying to rape the sleeping boy. He’s certainly pretty enough for it, but his blood is so dirty Theon wouldn’t dare.

The truth of it all might be even worse.

This thought has barely passed through Theon’s mind before movement catches his eye. He focuses on Snow’s body, as his flesh undulates and stretches grotesquely. His limbs lengthen and shrink, and his head wiggles on his shoulders, before everything condenses all at once. His limbs grow back into his body, his neck closer to his shoulders. He goes from taking up most of his small cot to drowning in his furs. Theon can only watch in shock as the boy disappears into them.

He stands there for a moment, no longer able to see Snow. He, for all intents and purposes, appears alone. The bastard of Winterfell Jon Snow has become no more fierce than a mouse.

He springs into action, then, diving for the bed and searching until he finds Jon’s small body among it. He’d lost him, for a moment. The realisation strikes something odd within his chest, but he pushes it away. He has a job to complete before anyone comes looking–mostly likely a drunk Robb, wanting to spend the night warming the furs of his bastard half-brother.

Growling, Theon undoes his trousers with one hand, the other holding onto Snow, and takes out his cock. It’s flush with blood. He’d gotten half-hard just from watching. This makes it easier for him to stroke himself to full-mast. He’s so taken by the thought of what will happen next that he barely feels his hand on his cock. He positions the small bastard by his pisshole and begins to let him fall.

The feeling is … weird. The closest thing he can compare it to is using a too-heavy arrow: it sits oddly, and you second guess the whole thing by the time you are ready to shoot the damn thing. But there’s no turning back now, unless he wants to shoot the bastard out of his cock and drown him in his seed. What a way to go, the kraken drowning the white wolf!

Theon huffs a laugh, jerking his cock as he feels Snow descend into his balls. He resists the urge to finish himself and focuses on the feeling of Snow travelling through him, becoming a part of Theon. The bastard would be no more distinguishable from Theon’s cock than the seed it produces. What would Robb do if he knew? Would he lick and suck every inch of Theon’s cock to rescue his poor half-brother? Would he take Theon into his mouth, swallow Snow by accident, too caught up in the act to care about some bastard too cocky for his own good?

The thought makes Theon’s cock jerk in his fist. He squeezes himself once, twice, and realises he can’t feel the body anymore. It must have reached his balls, where Snow would have drowned in his seed.

Theon, with strength he did not know he possesses, does up his trousers. He takes the empty vial from the rickety bedside table and stores it in his pocket. The clothes are gathered up and the bed made, until it looks like Snow never made it back to his room.

He leaves the small, dingy room behind, keeping an ear out for any wandering servants, but everyone is still preoccupied by the feast. Theon stops by his chambers to deposit the clothes to be handled later, before returning to the great hall. Robb welcomes him with a messy cheer, bringing his arm over his shoulder and tugging him forward, their sides pressed together. Theon thinks of the bastard in his balls, a problem solved, and takes a chug of Robb’s mead.

Tonight he celebrates!

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