#giant male tiny female

[little-annie228]

[technical-survival]

What if tinies took advantage of those bonsai growing pots to grow their own herbs, or even their own food.



[colossusking-orach]

1 - Autumn POV

“Autumn…Little Kitty? Where are you?”

A thunderously deep voice rumbled above just before the ground shifted. Autumn would have surely flew into the void had it not been for her claws finding purchase in the soft leather of the pillow. She shot daggers towards the still shifting colossus, whom only now seemed to notice her plight.

The deep, rippling sound of the giant’s chuckling felt more like the thunder of a distant storm. A wide hand came from beneath to cup Autumn’s chest, it tried to pull her away from the pillow. While not forceful the movement forced an embarrassingly pathetic mewl out of her. The force disappeared but the hand continued to cradle her.

“Oh no! Little Kitty! Here, I help!”

Autumn hissed and spat when she felt a fingertip thicker than her tiny paw start to gently stroke her fluffy little head. Her ears tilted back at the giant’s soft rumbling in his native language. A coarse humming or soft growl, sounds like a curious bear. He spoke within the rhythm of his deep breathing. Forceful breaths tousling her thick fur, now developing mats.

He had not brushed her once since abducting her from the forest. Autumn began to question if he knew how to care for a house cat at all.

The thick digit began moving on to massage each pad enough to retract her claws. Once free, he placed her onto a fleece blanket at the head of their sleeping nook. Panels of the wall slid up out of sight to reveal the larger space of the room.

The mountainous man pulled himself out of the alcove before thundering off to the washroom to begin his day.

Now suddenly alone, Autumn settled into a loaf to wait for the giant space bear to come back. It is only within these quiet moments in the morning that Autumn would dare to venture a thought about what her options are.

She held little hope for escape, there was no chance she would evade a man so obsessed over a cat he found in the woods. She struggled to focus and use the only human part she had left.

Her psyche.

It took her some time to realize he hadn’t come back yet. The sounds of water running and low growling still coming from somewhere out of sight beyond the threshold.

Now may be my one chance to get away from this alien.

She paced back and forth mentally calculating the risks of jumping. The fall felt more like 3m than the 2m it actually was.

It’s still too high to jump! I’ll break my legs!

Autumn wasn’t really familiar with her cat body yet, she had been taken by the giant shortly after the Solar Flare transformed her. He already knew she wasn’t a cat.

THUD

mew

She slid and fell onto the ground, sprawling out before to finding her paws again. She hoped so desperately that HE hadn’t heard her.

“Kitty?

“Autumn, tell me where you are! You’re too small to wander. Little Kitty, say something.”

Autumn curled into as tight a ball she could, his voice was sharper now, closer to a snarl. She has seen how others flinched whenever her giant spoke to the lesser giants. He must be a feared man, but she didn’t know why.

Slow, deafening, methodical steps sent jolts straight to her core. Each one more jarring than the last. Shuddering with indecision, helplessly staring at the ever approaching giant.

Sudden tears surprised her, cats don’t cry in the way a human would. She felt ridged with terror coursing through her. Her breath caught, heart sank. Trying to at least keep composure.

“There!”

Autumn flailed, instinctively trying to claw and bite the hand that seized her, she battled the large hands trying to trap her as the looming shadow of the alien fell over her.

“Let! Go! Ow. Squeeze too hard!”

The little kitty yowled, fighting to get purchase on the thick green skin.

“Oh, so now you speak to me?

Autumn only replied with a low growl, avoiding his gaze.

2 - Orach POV

Amused by her little intimidation attempt, Orach starts to hum. Drowning out her mewling protests, and choosing to ignore her. He knew it was mean of him, as she depended so heavily on him but the spunky little cat would only get in the way or worse underfoot if left to roam.

Orach let out a course huff resolving to never let anything hurt the fluffy brown cat. He clenched his jaw thinking about the woods he found her in. Now the Hunting Grounds, she’d be torn to shreds by the hunting parties

Instead he occupied his thoughts with where to put his little friend.

*Kitty put in basket*

[colossusking-orach]

*storycomingsoonipromise*

For whatever reason, you're hiding from a being much, much larger than you. You're not sure if they know where you are... But they're not going away anytime soon. You settle in, hoping you were quiet enough not to be seen...

But then the Giant looking for you starts calmly, gently calling your name.

[bonkalore]

Finally did a decent ref sheet for Cyprus Polaris!!

There honestly is a lot more I could include but it's hard to keep it all on one page. Like... I forgot to show his bioluminescence, but I'd probably just have to have a whole new page for it! This already took me a while as is. 😭 Hope it's legible!

[illuminathing]

Yeah

[lnbeep-art]

Mmmm love Mistletoe this time of year for G/t… 😚 🌿

Winter prompt for @amayagt feat. hers and @pr-fae’s characters—Romi and Savi!

[gt-daboss]

trying a new artstyle! minimal shading with this one, most of it has been done with black lines instead! ALSO, folds for clothes!!! at least, an attempt at such! I think it turned out alright, but let me know what you think!!

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[awkwardgtvore]

What to Snack On?

Hey hey first vore post here and it's for @donnyanne for @gtgotcha4gaza Thank you so much for donating and I hope you enjoy this story!

Erica and Jake have a game to play

What to Snack On?

Erica crouched in the cabinet. It was supposed to be a simple adventure, but of course the human came into the kitchen while she was there. His steps were heavy, the cups around her shook from them. It made it all the more terrifying as they got closer and closer. 

“What do I want?” he hummed. 

She shuddered. He’d be searching the cabinets soon. It was his routine. Walk in to search for a snack. Open every cabinet, even the ones that never held food. Erica had to run, but she had to be smart. If it was the wrong time he’d see her. There was no telling what he’d do.

“Maybe a drink,” he said. 

Erica curled up in the back corner of the cabinet. He opened the half she wasn’t in. It gave her a solid view of his cat-like eyes. One of his hands reached in. It was so big next to her. Fingers taller than her wrapped around a cup only for it to shatter from his strength. Erica bit her hand to stay quiet.

“Crap, not again,” he hissed. From her position she could see as he pulled his hand out. The way his green eyes studied the injury before he licked the blood from his hand. She had to get away. 

Erica had a chance once he closed the door. She dove deeper into the back corner and squeezed through a small opening. Something sticky coated her, but she ignored it. Just as she entered the new space the human ripped open both doors to the cabinet she was just in. He would have seen her.

“Thought I heard something,” he said. The words were louder than before. They rattled her bones, but she kept silent. 

He closed the doors. Erica slid between the boxes and bags of food that surrounded her now. This cabinet had enough space between the doors that she could watch him. The human walked away from her. Heavy steps knocked the things around her down. If she waited for the right moment she could run. All that mattered was timing. She let out a small sigh.

As if he heard her he turned on his heel. Erica climbed into one of the open bags, desperate for him to leave. The cabinet doors creaked as they opened. She shook, bits of what she now saw were pretzels stuck to her. She could worry about that later. Right now she needed the human to leave.

“That seems like a good snack,” he cooed. Erica begged anyone listening that it wasn’t the one she’d crawled in. She knew it failed as the bag crumpled around her. This time she couldn’t keep her yelp down. The hand paused for a fraction of a second before she was pulled out of the cabinet bag and all. “Well, well. Guess I have a different snack than I planned.”

The human’s hand darkened the opening. Large fingers pinched her sides and crushed some pretzels as they did. The dust from them made her cough, but he ignored it. Lifted her out of the bag and dangled her over his head. She swallowed down a scream when he licked his lips.

“I-I’m not a snack,” she said. Her voice cracked. He smirked at her. Fangs she hadn’t noticed from living around him poked out. His hand only moved closer to his slowly opening mouth. “P-please!”

“Hmm,” the small noise made her shiver. “How about a little game then? If you get away nothing happens, if I catch you then I get a taste.”

“W-what game?”

He moved fast, too fast. Dropped her on the floor and crouched above her. He was massive and she was so, so small. He put a finger on her chest. Erica tried to fight against it. The pressure increased to a point she could barely breathe. Blood dripped on the floor from where he hurt himself early. It made her shudder.

“I’ll count to ten, you get a head start. If I catch you I win. If you escape you win,” he purred. Erica had to take the chance to run. She nodded at him, he let her go. Closed his eyes and licked his lips again. “One.”

Erica jumped to her feet and ran. The human tapped one of his feet. The earthquakes it caused knocked her onto her knees.

“Two.”

She chose to crawl instead. Desperate to get away. She would win this game.

“Three.”

There was almost no progress on her end. The taps of his foot grew faster. Heavier. He did it on purpose.

“Four.”

She forced herself to her feet again. Managed a few steps before a hand slammed down in front of her. All escapes cut off.

“Ten. Looks like I win.” 

“Th-that’s not fair!” she cried. His fingers closed in around her. The human’s face was menacing as he stared down.

“No one said I’d play fair. It wouldn’t be fun for me if you got somewhere I couldn’t reach.”

Once more his other hand came close and pinched her sides. Lifted her off the ground easily. She tried to free herself before it was too late. Nothing made those impossibly large digits budge. Her shimmies didn’t even move her a little. Once again she was held over his face. Where she could see the darkness of his mouth below.

“P-Please let me go!” she begged.

“Hmm,” he swung her back and forth a few times. It made her sick. “Why not?”

His hand lowered a bit. Erica had a moment of hope. Before his mouth opened wide and she was dropped inside. She tried to crawl back out, but his teeth clacked closed instead.

“P-Please no!”

Her cry fell on deaf ears. The tongue pressed her against the roof of his mouth as he swallowed down saliva. She’d be next. 

His tongue pushed her around his mouth. He moaned in pleasure. The fact it was her taste made her heart pound. His teeth parted to hold her steady. Each part of her was carefully tasted by the massive tongue. She punched at it, but that didn’t make it stop.

When he let her go gravity took over. She fell onto the inside of his cheek. He sucked on her as if she was a hard candy. Erica nearly screamed when she fell to the other side for the same process. She pushed against his skin for a bit of space. Surprisingly it worked and she fell back onto his tongue.

For a single second she thought it might be over. Then the world around her tilted. Gravity pulled her towards the dark cavern that was his throat. She pushed herself back on his tongue, but it was too slippery. Erica fell into the cavern, forced to enter the depths of his body.

The sound of his swallows echoed around her. His throat almost massaged her as she moved down. There was pressure from outside, she assumed it was his finger tracing her down. It was hard to ignore how comfortable this part felt.

Erica fell into an open area. Empty of everything else and dark. She crawled around for a bit. Something pressed on one of the walls, her best guess was his hand. She crawled over and placed her hands against it. She rubbed small circles on the fleshy wall that caused a chuckle high above her.

“Jakey, I told you not to cut yourself again,” she yelled. A smile sat on her face now that their little game was over.

“You said you like when I let go, I can’t always help it,” Jake said. The deep bass of his voice vibrated her bones. It was her favorite part of these times. “Are you ok?”

“I’m fine, Jakey. You were the perfect scary hunter.”

“I got worried when you kept begging. You changed it up this time. Usually it’s just once before…”

“You were just that good this time. I might have gotten a little scared for real this time.”

“Erica…”

“It’s fine Jakey, really. I knew it was you and I was safe. I remembered our safe word if something felt too far.”

“Making my name your safe word is still weird.”

“It’s perfect I don’t know what you’re talking about, Jakey. I don’t know you in the game so obviously your name means I broke character.”

“I guess.” He sighed along with a bit of laughter. “I should clean up that caramel I put on your path in the cabinets though.”

“That’s what made me sticky!? Jakey, that's not good, it could attract bugs.”

Jake laughed a little more before he started to walk. Erica always loved the feeling of his movements when she was in his stomach. A force of nature that kept her safe and comfortable. His hand stayed pressed against his stomach where she leaned into it. She loved him so much.

“Hey Jakey,” she called. His hum of response echoed through him. The noises were always strange. Soon she’d be focused only on the loud pounding of his heart. “I love you, thanks for doing this.”

The hand near her started to rub circles from the outside. She smiled as the temperature of his body rose. Jake always got embarrassed about this. That he liked it, but she loved it more than he did. Loved their game of cat and mouse.

“I love you too, Erica…” She laughed when he cleared his throat. The noise was strange and endearing from inside him. “And thanks for letting me use the not so human parts of me sometimes.”

“I love those parts of you. It feels like I get to see the real Jakey.”

He laughed again. One of his hands stayed against her as he cleaned up from their game. By the time he let her out the cup would be fixed because of something he did and the sticky part of the cabinet would be clean. For now she was happy to have him surround her. Especially as his heartbeat filled the silence. Erica closed her eyes and settled in for a nap that Jake would join her in soon enough.

[smolgloves]

The Crow and the Mouse

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Summary: The tiefling kids cause a commotion that only stresses Freya out even more.

Tw: dehumanizing language, blood and Angst

Taglist: @sm0lprism @smolkuriboh27 @g-tr4sh @empressxmachina @rose7420 (let me know if you'd like to be added or taken off)

The Journey to the inn was nothing but a blur as the children headed to their destination; Freya couldn't so much as twitch without Mol harshly squeezing her to keep her in check. As her eyes darted around, Freya thought she would catch a glimpse of Lilia fluttering nearby but keeping out of sight, though she wasn't going to hold out hope that the pixie was going to actually save her. She likely wanted to laugh at Freya's misfortune.

Warmth that should have felt like the heavens hit her skin as they rushed inside. Mol held Freya more closely to avoid other tieflings from catching sight of her, however, she did not expect one to step in her pathway.

“What's going on?” A tiefling with long violet locks asked in a frantic voice. “Are you running from something?”

“N-No, Ms. Alfira,” Replied the boy. “Just p-playing a game.”

Her orange eyes at Mol's hand. “What do you have there?”

Freya tried to cry out for help only for the air to be squeezed out of her lungs. “Nothing!”

“And certainly not a tiny person.” The shy kid sputtered out.

Freya didn't need to see Mol’s face to know she was staring daggers at that kid, her fingers twitching as if trying not to ball them into tight fists.

“A what?” The woman stepped closer to Mol. “Show me.”

“It's just an old doll we found.” Mol replied. “Probably belonged to a kid that died from the curse! No one will miss it.”

“Then show me.”

“No!” She jerked away from Alfira, making the borrower's stomach flip. This was getting ridiculous, the longer this kept going on the more likely Freya was going to get hurt. She had to do something! In a moment of desperation, Freya bit down on the pad of Mol's thumb, increasing the pressure until she could taste blood. The metallic taste made her sick, but she refused to let go!

With a yelp, the young tiefling's grasp loosened and Freya dropped to the floor. While the fall wasn't fatal, it certainly wasn't graceful. She landed on her side and cried out as pain shot through her elbow, but Freya forced herself to her feet, staggering away before Mol could snatch her up again. She pulled out her peashooter and aimed for the child's eye. “Grab me again, and you'll go blind!”

“Why you-!”

“What is the commotion about?” The voice of an older woman cut through the inn, silencing any chatter nearby. “This is not a park to frolic about!”

Eyes shot over to them, sending chills down the tiny girl. The soreness and exhaustion prevented her from running. Freya stole glances around the room, hoping to find her friends amongst the small gathering of people but they weren't here! The knot twisting in her belly went from discomfort to down right pain at this point. Where are they?

“Oh?” Soft steps made the old floor creak from behind, Freya spun around to meet an older woman with shoulder length white hair pushed back behind her pointed ears. The leather armor she bore looked more regal than the armor she had seen before, with an emerald green hue and bits of gold embroidered in the front, Freya speculated that she was the leader of this group. Upon seeing her, the woman's expression softened. She dropped down on knee, and reached out with a slender hand; Freya however, flinched at the stop but the woman stopped before she got too close. “You look like you've been through a lot, my small friend.”

Understatement of the bloody century! She desperately wished she could turn invisible and scurry off to hide in the walls. It was so easy to forget she was powerless when Freya was with her friends, but the lingering eyes stabbing at her back became a friendly reminder. It wasn't fair, she wanted Tav, or Astarion, or anyone of her companions with her right now!

“Hey!” The shrill voice now fueling Freya’s

ire. Oh, so now that gods damn pixie decides to show up? If her shaky hands weren't going to fuck up her aim, she would have shot her out of the air!

Lilia stopped directly in front of the woman's face, a grin plastered on her face. “Hi, I'm Lilia, that's Freya, I was helping her find her friends, when that child grabbed her, said something about making a profit off her.”

“Quiet you pest!” Mol stomped over and tried to swat at Lilia, but she easily weaved in the air.

“Enough!” The woman barked out. “We will not be selling borrowers like they are trinkets. Do you understand me, child?”

“Fine.” The child scoffed, her eyes leaving a burning glare on Freya. “She looks too banged up to be worth much anyways.”

“Good.”

“Come now, children. Let's leave the tiny ones be.” Alfira ushered the children away, but Freya felt far from safe. Whispers of the others made Freya shrink back. Stop staring! She wanted to yell out, but it felt like her lips were glued shut.

“Let me take you somewhere more private.” The half elf spoke as if she was reading her mind. “We can have our cleric see to your wounds.”

Meeting another person? Sure why not, let's tell the entire inn about the borrower! It didn't matter anymore, her heart ached as much as her bones did at this point. Freya didn't protest when the woman's hand inched closer, all she did was stiffen up when calloused fingers wrapped around her to lift her up. Freya sat in the middle of her palm, her other hand coming around to act as a wall to shield her from prying eyes. The way this woman held her was reminiscent of how Halsin had handled her. Where was that gentle giant when she needed him the most?

It was a short walk upstairs where they entered a room that was tidier than the rest of the inn. The doors to the balcony were open and standing outside was a silver haired woman with her back to them. Her hands waved gracefully in the air to produce a small burst of light into the air.

“Isobel.”

The other woman turned around to reveal a youthful face. She was beautiful, like she had bathed in the moonlight. Blue eyes that were accentuated by the dark makeup flickered between the pixie and borrower. “I see we have some unusual guests.”

“This one got into some trouble with the children, patch her up would you?”

Isobel smiled softly at Freya. “But of course.”

After being deposited on the balcony table, the elf gave Freya a half smile. “I'll be back after you rest up, then we can discuss what you wanna do after that, alright?”

She gave the faintest of nods as her words were trapped in her throat. It wasn't the best plan, it was the only one Freya had.

Once she left, Lilia hovered over to Isobel, her eyes darting between the cleric and magic that encircled the inn. “Whoa, so did you make all this?!”

“In a sense,” She chuckled and slipped over to Freya. “The moon maiden has given me the power to aid to keep Shar's curse at bay. I thank her for her service.”

Selûne, a goddess who wasn't unfamiliar to Freya; she had seen old statues and readings before, but she had mostly heard it whenever Shadowheart had been unfortunate enough to lay eyes on it. The snide comments and glares she would give a statue was burned into her memory. Freya closed her eyes as Isobel reached out to heal her, magic seeped into her bones. She tried to pretend it was Shadowheart who was actually healing her, though the moon maiden's magic felt stronger, closing up her wounds faster than Shadowheart ever did.

“There, now how about we get you some water?” Isobel asked with a smile. “I'm sure traversing through the curse has left you two parched.”

“It was just another stroll for me.” The pixie snickered. “For her, not so much.”

“Right, I'll be back then.” As Isobel stepped away, Freya could no longer avoid the tears that pricked her eyes, they came crashing down like a waterfall. Why weren't they here? Were they still looking for her, did they die in that fight? With the hope of a reunion dying off, it became clear that Freya may be stuck here forever. Alone in a place that was a shell of her old home.

“Didn't expect you to be this quiet.”

That grating voice was the fuel to the growing rage within Freya, she glared up at the easygoing smile she gave her, the source of her anxieties just standing there without an ounce of remorse. Freya jumped to her feet to meet the pixie face to face. “I should rip your bloody wings off!”

“Whoa, someone's pissy.” She replied, taking a step back.

“You say that like you didn't just endanger my life!” Her rage grew hotter, as if she could burst into flames like Karlach has before. “You had no right to do that to me!"

Lilia remained unfazed. “I don't get you, Freya. A borrower who travels with big people, yet you cower when children and grannies spot you?”

“That's different!” Freya snapped. “I know them well enough that they wouldn't hurt me! These people…” Her eyes wandered off the balcony to see refugees and soldiers going about their evening, as if a sense of normality would distract them from the curse kept at bay. “I have no clue how they'd react to me.”

Silence fell between the two, there was no point in convincing a pixie that being around larger ones was dangerous for her. Unlike Freya, she had magic and wings at her disposal in the event someone tried to hurt her. Freya had to rely on her stealth; a skill that seemed to be depleting since being with Tav.

“I'm sorry.” The sincere words sounded foreign coming from Lilia, but Freya looked up to see her wings drooping below her shoulders, the downcast gaze not able to hold Freya's eyes. “I shouldn't have pushed you out like that.”

“Thank you.” There were still a lot of questions Freya wanted to ask, she wanted to understand Lilia's reason, but her thoughts were interrupted by soldiers running towards the front. As Freya followed them, she spotted the older woman standing at the entrance, blocking the path of a familiar group.

“Wait… that's-!” Vines that were summoned by the woman wrapped around the halfling's legs. “TAV!”

Her heart would have skipped a beat if the start of a fight was brewing, her companions may have been powerful, but they were outnumbered! Freya ran to the edge and pulled out her grappling hook, there was no way her tools would reach the ground from this height but if she jumped first she could hook it onto something closer to the ground… hopefully.

Adrenaline stopped any second guesses as Freya lunged forward, but instead of falling, the young borrower found herself gliding through the air, her waist was hooked by slender blue arms.

“You're not going to get very far if you're a stain on the ground!” Lilia gave a wry smile over her shoulder. “I think it's about time we return you to your friends over there.”

The descent made the winds fly through her blonde hair, so this is what it felt like to soar through the sky; gliding gracefully as she descended to the lower level. She

No amount of swinging from a rope or riding on a friend's shoulder could ever compare to the way Lilia soared past onlookers.

“Wait!” Freya shouted as they rushed over to the woman; her heart tried to lodge into her throat as she locked eyes with the giantess, but she quickly swallowed all fears. “These are my friends!”

“Freya!” The vines kept Tav from running to her, but they mustered all their strength to break free, only to be cut off by the woman.

“In case you aren't aware, your friends are infected with mind flayer parasites!” Her hand reached for her belt and grabbed a bottle containing the very parasite that yearns to infect her friends.

“Yes, I'm aware, but they're different.”

She narrowed her eyes. “How can this be?”

“With this.” Shadowheart stepped forward with the artifact in hand. The proximity caused the vile creature to writhe and wither away into a sad pile of flesh.

“What a waste.” Mumbled the familiar voice of a vampire.

“But how?!”

“I wish we could say more, but this thing is stopping the parasites.” Tav replied back. “But we know Moonrise Towers will have the answers.”

Suspicion fleeted from the elder woman's face, it became evident an idea sprouted in her head. “Then I suggest we discuss plans in the inn after you get reunited with your little friend.” She glanced over to the tiny being with a softened smile. “It seems you lot have some catching up to do.”

“We certainly do,” Tav nearly choked on their words while their eyes stayed glued on Freya. “Thank you… Jaheira, right?”

“Jaheira?” Was Freya in the presence of the actual High Harper?! No fucking way, this couldn't be. Her eyes danced over to her companions until they met with Karlach's, the giddiness radiated off of her as much as her fire did. Freya turned back to Jaheira with a hoard of questions in hand, but it seemed the forced smile on her lips told her that Jaheira wasn't keen on retelling her tales sung by bards right now. Amazing! She got to meet the Blade of Frontiers and now the High Harper on this journey! What's next, Minsc of Rashemen?

“I'll pour you a glass of wine once you're settled.”

After disbursing, time felt slow. She stared back at Tav, their face was contorted with a range of emotions. Pure joy, bewilderment, and teary eyed were just some of the ones that she picked up.

“I thought you died…”

“I'm lucky I didn't.” She gave a smile to fight back her tears as she looked back at Lilia. It seemed the pixie really did keep her word, perhaps the stories about them being trickers were just that. She would have twisted to give a hug but Lilia's arms began to tremble.

“Well, can you take your pet,” She pouted. “I don't have Hill Giant strength!”

Heat rushed to Freya's cheeks and she was about to scold the blasted fey for that remark when Tav cupped their hands right below the pair. “It would be my pleasure.”

Freya was practically dropped into the palms of the halfling. The familiar warmth from them brought tears to her eyes; it was almost surreal to be back in their hands again. By the gods how she didn't want to leave the comfort of their grasp again, and it seemed Tav shared the thought as fingers curled around her petite body and pulled her close to their chest. Freya gripped onto their robes to hear the pounding heart within them. Perhaps it would have soothed her to sleep if it wasn't for her other friends chattering.

“A pixie, an honest to goodness pixie!” Astarion giggled.

Karlach crouched down with a bewildered gaze locked on the fey. “Whoa, I never thought I'd see one of your kind!”

It seemed Lilia matched her excitement when she took one look at Karlach as he zipped Right up to her face. “Wow, you're hot… like actually on fire!”

“I'll take that as a compliment.” Karlach replied with a chuckle. “Don't get too close though, wouldn't want to singe your wings off.”

Lilia leaned even closer to the tiefling, there was no way she wasn't feeling the searing heat now. “Oh, I'm not sure it would be the end of the world…”

“Perhaps, you don't have to risk your wings yet,” Shadowheart chimed in, she pointed off to a small stable where a tiefling was pounding a hammer against an anvil. “I believe that's Dammon over there.”

“Dammon!” Karlach sprung up to her full height and ran towards him, causing the pixie to tumble backwards to avoid getting smacked by the tiefling.. “Maybe he found a way to fix my engine!”

“Engine?!” Lilia called out. “What does that even mean?!”

With a chuckle, Shadowheart began to follow Karlach. “Why don't you join us and I'll explain everything about our fiery friend.”

Lilia flew towards the cleric like an arrow in the sky. “Don't have to ask me twice!”

“She's an interesting character.” Tav mused while watching them.

“She was rather annoying if I'm honest.”

“Seems like you two have a lot in common then.” Astarion snickered.

“I beg your Pardon?!” That haughty attitude nearly made the borrower leap out of Tav's hand; four inches be damned, she was determined to wipe that smirk off his face.

But Tav had other plans as their fingers latched onto Freya's waist. “Perhaps we can hold off on the rivalry for a moment and talk with Jaheira?”

“Oh I would, darling, but all this traveling has spent my energy.” Astarion feigned a loud yawn that accentuated those fangs. Oddly enough Freya found herself staring intently at them.

“I'm rather exhausted too.” A sigh escaped her lips, she glanced back at Tav with a small pout. “Can't we make camp first.”

Although a debate swirled on their face, they softened at Freya’s words. “You two head back, I'll catch up later.” Tav said as they handed Freya over to Astarion. “But I want you to tell me everything that happened while you were gone.”

Freya shot them a smile. “But of course.”

As Tav shuffled away, their eyes seemed to have trouble being pried off of the borrower; not that Freya had a problem with that, she'd probably let them watch every moment of her life after the day she just had!

However, Astarion broke her away from her thoughts when he brought her up to his face, a mischievous fire igniting in those red eyes. “Let's get you a drink, darling.”

[little-annie228]

[borrowedtimeandspace]

So I got this for xmas, because I needed the girlies together in the mightiest way

And it was great, but at the end there is a gallery of different covers and

I'M LOSING MY MIND

WHY MUST THEY DO THIS TO ME?????

[colossusking-orach]

His Majesty, King Orach Obsidian, First Brother of Emperor Orack’s Obsidian brood and his companion Autumn, a ragdoll.

[sm0lprism]

Bite-Sized

Baldur's Gate 3 G/t focused fanfic.

This contains g/t (giant/tiny content) so if that isn't your thing, then I suggest you stop reading. Thank you!

Summary: Meet Ria, a 10 centimetre tall (4 inches) borrower who is trying her best to survive out in the wilderness of Faerûn without being crushed underfoot, squashed, or eaten. Astarion, weak with hunger, manages to catch a whiff of Ria's scent, and driven by his bloodlust he tracks her down with the intention of eating her. Of course, things get a little complicated when Gale becomes involved.

Artwork commissioned by @entomolog-t

Setting: Somewhat canon compliant during Act 1. Will diverge into Acts 2 and 3 as the story progresses mostly following canon events.

Warnings: V*re mention (no actual v*re will happen, only implications/mentions of it), mouthplay, fearplay, blood, swearing/course language, blood drinking, Astarion is a real asshole to little people/borrowers and doesn't see them as people so be prepared for him being awful at the beginning.

Pairing: Astarion x f!borrower!oc (Tav) (slow-burn, Astarion is a complete ass but eventually comes round in future chapters)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18 - in progress

AO3 - will be cross posted onto my ao3 account @bluprismwrites

[spicygloves]

Just A Taste

Masterlist

Summary: Astarion helps Freya figure out the proper way to bathe as a certified adventurer.

Tw/Cw: Low spice, mouthplay, licking, partial nudity, blood mentions, fearplay.

Author's note: this is my first time writing a spicy fic, went more soft to ease into it. Give me advice if you'd like.

Wrinkled fingers scrubbed on already raw skin, it didn't matter how painful it was, Freya was desperate to get the stench of blood off her! The borrower was no stranger to getting dirty from time to time, but being covered in gore after a battle was a new experience. Every fight was followed up with a dive in the nearest body of water she could find, yet the metallic stench never quite left her. All the soap in the world couldn't mask the scent of blood that lingered on her body. A frustrated cry erupted from the tiny woman's throat, there was nothing Freya could do and her body had grown weak, maybe it was best if she gave up and accepted her new scent.

“Having a bit of trouble, are we?”

Freya nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard the sultry voice of Astarion nearby. Her head whipped over to the source and spotted the elf leaning against a tree. His crimson eyes glanced away from her but he didn't hide the smirk on his face, revealing that he caught a glimpse of the borrower in her undergarments. Freya hastily grabbed the rag she used as a towel and draped it over her. “Haven't you heard of privacy!”

“Apologies darling, but you were gone quite a while and Tav was worried you got swept away in the river.” Seeing that she was covered, Astarion began to stroll over to Freya, yet still kept an appropriate distance. “I've come to fetch you.”

“I was just about to finish up.” Freya sighed. “Go on ahead and let Tav know I'm alright.”

“Are you now?” He studied her for a moment, crouching down in an attempt to be more eye level with Freya. “I don't know how borrower bathing routines go but I believe screaming out like that isn’t part of it.”

Freya sighed, wrapping the rag tightly around her body. She wondered if telling Astarion would warrant sympathy or mockery, but ever since their fight with the hag, he's been… tolerable around her. His remarks have less venom and on occasion, Astarion has proven to be nice to her. Perhaps telling him wouldn't be the worst idea. “I can't… wash the stench of blood off me no matter how much I try.”

Astarion's eyes lit up with glee. “Oh so that's why you've been smelling better than usual!”

“It's not funny!” Heat rose in the blonde's cheeks. “Some of us don't wanna smell like we've been swimming in gore all day!”

“Get used to it darling!” Astarion said with a chuckle. “Cause danger loves to find us, even when we try to avoid it.”

Freya rolled her eyes. “You're so helpful right now.”

“Sorry, my dear, but I don't think any ideas I come up with would be something you'd agree to.”

“But you have ideas?” She snapped her full attention over to him. “What are they?”

Astarion only leaned back and flashed a grin, his fangs glinted in the moonlight, making Freya's heart race. Oh right, it seemed silly to forget, but lately it has been easy to forget he is a vampire. He's proven that he was more than just a bloodthirsty monster who could eat her in a single gulp. Freya perished those thoughts sometime ago, Astarion would never do that to her. She'd dare say, she could trust him with her life.

But was she willing to trust him enough to let him do whatever crazy idea he had in mind?

She parted her lips. “Your idea, it doesn't involve your fangs right?”

“Not unless you ask nicely, but I suppose that would do the opposite of what you'd like.” His red eyes were fixated on Freya, not willing to take them off of her. “I didn't think you'd want my lips all over you.”

“That's not-!” She stammered out, blood rushing to her cheeks as she glared at him. “I'm fucking desperate, okay!”

The silence was deafening, the wicked gleam in Astarion's eyes made Freya question whether she should actually go through with this idea. “Just forget it!”

“I'm only teasing, my dear.” Astarion's devilish smile lingered. “Although, if you desperately want to try this, I won't object.”

Freya caught her breath in her throat, despite their new respect for one another, she was still aware of her stance with Astarion. She was a borrower; outside of sultry jokes, he never wanted to show a glimpse of intimacy with her… not that she had a problem with that, there were better people to get acquainted with in camp.

This was just his weird way of trying to help, nothing more.

Freya took a deep breath. “I have rules… if we do this.”

“I'm all pointy ears, my dear.” While he spoke with a bounce in his step, his eyes brimmed with shock.

“You just lick- not bite- my arm, I don't want to be covered in your spit only to still smell the stench of blood on me.” Her steel gaze shot through the towering vampire. “Can you do that?”

“Just a taste, nothing more.” There was a softness in his tone, something Freya was still not used to. He laid down on his side, his piercing ruby eyes giving her an invitation to come closer. “Shall we test this theory?”

Those old instincts screamed at her to stay away, generations of fear that kept her people alive all this time and now Freya was ignoring it just because of a metallic stench that lingered on her body. Shuffling closer, Freya stuck her arm out for him; his fingers gently pinched her hand as he moved in closer. His lips parted, letting his breath wash over her. Freya only got a glimpse of his tongue before she glanced away lest her nerves get the better of her.

“Darling, you're shaking.” Astarion spoke with a voice as gentle as the night.

“You would too if you were my size.” Freya snapped back. “But I'm agreeing to this, so just do it already!”

There was no sharp quip from Astarion like Freya had expected, only the silence that lingered while the vampire decided on his next move. Perhaps Freya's nerves were enough of a reason to deter him and she would have to suffer through the stench now. But before those thoughts could settle in, a warm and wet muscle pressed itself into her skin snaking up to her elbow.

Freya had to suppress a shudder, even when his tongue retreated into his mouth, the slimey presence was still there. Freya turned back to look at Astarion, his eyes searching into hers to determine if they should keep doing this. Despite all the fears, desire ignited in her gut, begging to be fueled. She gave a soft nod and swore she saw him giving her a tender look before his tongue revisited her.

Freya decided to focus on the warmth instead, how it oddly seemed to protect her from the biting chill of the night, yet goosebumps still formed on her skin. The tip traced along the circumference of her limb, as he traveled up her wrist. Astarion's bottom lip quivered with each lick, making Freya wonder if he was resisting the urge to draw blood; it surely wouldn't take much effort to prick her skin with only the tip of his fang. A terrifying thought but Freya bit her lip at the idea. Seeing his tongue slither up her arm made her imagine how it would look if her skin was coated in blood, how much vigor would that tongue do if it had something to lap up?

Freya almost lost herself in her thoughts before Astarion's lips brushed her shoulder, one quick glance and she could see the dark cavern that was his mouth. The quick surge of fear sent her heart racing, it would be so easy to just slip into his maw and experience new types of dangers. It was so wrong to think about but all Freya could do was feel the temptation luring her in. Clarity washed over Freya and she realized this needed to end… now!

“That's enough!” Freya gasped as she yanked her arm away from the vampire's lips. She held her arm close to her chest, Ignoring the slimey presence. In labored breaths, she looked up at Astarion; he had given her space but kept his focus on her.

“I didn't hurt you, did I?” He tried to play it off nonchalantly but Freya could hear a slight quiver in his question.

“N-Not at all.” She took a breath, and forced a smile on her face. “It's just getting… intense for me.”

He returned her smile. “I can only imagine.”

Freya turned her attention to her arm, she was definitely going to need to spend some more time rinsing off but she did not feel the stench of blood on her skin anymore. “I think your idea worked.”

“Of course it did.” His gentle smile turned more smug. “I made sure not to leave a drop behind.”

That was surprisingly endearing enough to elicit a chuckle out of Freya. “Well… I better clean up before I head back, tell Tav I'll be up in a moment?”

“Of course, just don't go around telling them what I did for you.” He said in a mock demand. “The last thing we need is for Tav to panic over our little escapade.”

“Probably for the best.” As he stood up to head back to camp, Freya couldn't help but watch him, a heavy blush formed on her cheeks. “Oh Astarion… thank you.”

“Anytime darling.”

[wannabeeaten]

something that's always bugged me about vore is the lack of disabled preds. in every corner of the community, it's something I rarely see.

I get that preds are supposed to be "peak humanity" when it comes to human preds, but it feels a bit wrong that the peak is so exclusionary. it's just so weird that no one else enjoys or even entertains the idea of preds that suffer from something.

it's not like they wouldn't have appealing factors to them. maybe a blind pred uses their mouth to get a feel of someone because their hands can't quite do the job of making out their features, or a hearing impaired person using their ability to enjoy a different form of bonding with their S/O. the ideas are there, but no one seems to include them from what I've seen. I have more ideas but I don't want this to come off as gratuitous for the sake of proving a point.

some of my favorite characters in tv shows and movies would make great preds, like Matt Murdock or even Flynn from Breaking Bad, who has cerebral palsy. these characters can be the "peak" too.

this could also be said about the prey too, but y'all aren't ready for that discussion