#mouthplay mention

[da3dm]

So I've been struggling to type more than the two beginning sentences of the ratatouille au. I know where I want it to go by now but I can't spit out the words...could maybe force it if I wanted or needed to and then I'd get typing pretty smoothly after, but I've been doing that mystery au for a while now and it's stealing my attention.

So poll time!

Both are g/t, ratatouille will have brief mouthplay moments. Idk if anything like that will be in the "mystery" au, but so far I don't plan for it

So @brick-a-doodle-do and @beckyu what do you think I should do?

[fiber-optic-alligator]

(Not a request dw)

Imagine Drift's claustrophobic Little One trusting him so much that even though noms are a no-no, they'll let him have a taste occasionally by sticking their arm in his mouth. Letting him gently toy with it, slick it up with solvent, and purr at their taste. But... Seeing how nervous they are, sitting in his servo, with their arm in his intake. Like he's gonna bite down at any moment. He would Never! But he could.

He... Appreciates... Their attempt at a compromise, but for the most part, he's probably just gonna stick to cheeky, affectionate drive-by licks.

After a minute or two of giving their arm a thorough, but gentle, tasting session Drift releases them. (He wasn't holding onto them with his dermas at all, so if his Little One wanted to pull away, they could) And, because they're just So sweet and cute Drift can't help but give them a gentle kiss on the forehead. (Read: their entire face bc he's humongous)

Maaaaaaaybe a little bit of gentle licking them from where they sit on his servo too, just to be certain of their sweetness. And because their exasperated, but fond expression is Too cute to miss out on. <3 Don't worry, he's got a fluffy towel with their name on it for afterwards. Then it's cuddle time! (Presumably with him sleeping on his back, and with his Little One sleeping on his chest bundled up in blankets.)

Anon every time you send an ask like this I go absolutely feral.

I love scenarios like this so much. You captured the way Drift cares about his little one so well. Obviously tasting his human and holding them in his tank is a very important thing for him; it’s become a sort of ritual at this point, a more physical way for him to show you his love. But if you were to have a deep sense of claustrophobia? Of course he isn’t going to force you down into an environment you will be uncomfortable in! Tank time (that’s a humorous way of looking at being *eaten alive* by a giant robot) is something he wants you to look forward to! It shouldn’t be something you dread! So if he were to realize that it’s just not something you can handle, he won’t try it anymore. I think I said this in another ask addressing this topic, but Drift would be disappointed. However, he’s not going to be angry, and certainly won’t try and get rid of you. There is no way you can be seen as “defective” in his eyes. You just have certain preferences! All creatures do. So if giving you tongue baths and little drive-by licks is what he has to settle for, than he’ll take it!

Gosh, thinking about his little one offering him their arm for him to taste is such a sweet concept. His spark would melt and he would be so grateful that you’re trying to find a level of compromise when it comes to noms. Though like you said, he’d probably just settle for giving you soft licks like a cat grooming her kitten. Not only does he get to savor your addictive flavor, but he also finds it rather therapeutic to just sit there with you cradled in his hands, letting his mind go blank while he looks down at you with a half-lidded gaze and just slowly runs his tongue over you repeatedly. And *yes*, he would love having cuddle time with you. Whether it’s you sleeping on his chest or curled up in the crook of his neck, he’s going to bundle you up in a blanket and show you so much love and appreciation after he’s done with your tongue bath :)

[sm0lprism]

Bite-Sized (10) - A G/t BG3 fanfic

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

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Summary: Ria awaits her impending fate inside Astarion's mouth. Will this be the end for her or will Astarion surprise her?

Pairing: Astarion x f!borrower!oc (Tav/oc) (slow-burn)

Warnings: MOUTHPLAY WARNING!!! If you are uncomfortable with mouthplay or vore-ish themes, then DO NOT read this chapter! No actual vore occurs but mouthplay is VERY prominent and makes up the majority of this chapter. Swearing/course language.

Word count: 2.5k

EDIT: shoutout to my good friend @smolgloves for coming up with one of the ideas for this chapter!! (you know which one hehe)

It took every fibre in her being not to scream as Astarion’s lips passed over her body, pulling her inside his open maw. Before her eyes could adjust to the change in lighting, she was suddenly pressed to the roof of his mouth as he took a loud gulp and swallowed the remaining beer from his cup. She remained motionless as the giant fleshy muscle held her in place, all she could do was watch in terror as the liquid disappeared down his cavernous throat in a matter of seconds. All it would take was one swallow, and she would disappear down his gullet too.

His tongue suddenly relaxed, the beer now gone down his throat, and she found herself lying on the expanse of his wet, warm tongue. The scent of beer was heavy in the air, but it chilled her to the bone when she could also smell the metallic scent of blood hanging evidently in his mouth too. Tears burned her eyes and she stifled a sob. Her breathing came out in raspy gasps as dread hooked its claws into her once more as she attempted to process what was happening.

Gods, is he going to eat me?! Will I die like this?

Her mind immediately flickered back to when she had first met Astarion, how he had been so intent on eating her, how he had tasted her blood, running his tongue over her arms, and held her squirming in his cold fist like she was nothing but a mere piece of meat ready to be eaten. Fear clung fiercely to her heart and it quickly spread to the rest of her body like wildfire, smothering any other rational thought that was left in her brain. How could she sit idly, inside a vampire’s mouth, and not do anything? If she didn’t do something right now, she could be taking a trip down his throat very soon. She refused to wait around to see what would happen if she chose to remain idle.

My dagger.

As soon as the thought struck her brain, she hastily reached for her tiny dagger that Dammon had so carefully crafted and gripped it firmly in her trembling fist. Without a second thought, Ria drove her dagger into the flesh of his tongue and began stabbing the muscle multiple times as pure adrenaline clutched onto her hungrily with a vice-like grip. No sensible thoughts crossed her mind as she stabbed relentlessly, all she could think about was how much she didn’t want to go down Astarion’s throat and into his waiting stomach.

“Let me out!” she shrieked at the top of her lungs, blood from his tongue now splattering over her clothes as she continued to stab the wet surface, tears streaming down her face. “I haven’t come this far to be eaten by the likes of you!”

The fleshy surface beneath her suddenly tensed before pinning her to his palate once more, an audible grunt resonating loudly from the back of his throat. In the confusion of the moment, the dagger slipped out of her grasp and clanged against his large molars before falling and wedging itself between some of his pristine teeth that were dangerously close to the back of his throat. All she could do was watch in stunned silence, aside from the gurgling noises coming from the back of his throat, as her only means of defense was completely out of her reach.

Shit. Shit. SHIT!

Now she was quite literally at his mercy.

Perhaps stabbing his tongue so persistently wasn’t a good idea after all.

Sealing her eyes shut, she waited for the dreaded moment where he would swallow. Surely after her outburst of frequent stabbing, he would be done with her and gulp her down with no hesitation. Her body trembled as more sobs racked through her core violently as she waited for the end. But moments passed, and she was still pinned to the roof of his mouth as his tongue firmly held her in place.

What is happening?

Opening her eyes, her gaze scanned her surroundings and she was soon greeted with a formidable wall of teeth. She shuddered as her eyes fell on his fangs, so large that they could impale her entire body if he so pleased. Those same fangs had almost ended her life only a few weeks ago, and now she was face to face with them once more inside the vampire’s mouth. Chills snaked down her spine, suppressing another shiver, as she recalled those memories yet again of that fateful night. However, this time was different to when she had first met him – she was alive and inside the vampire’s mouth now, and surprisingly not halfway down to his stomach.

Why hasn’t he eaten me yet?

She wriggled around against his soft tongue, wondering if he was simply tasting her before the inevitable happened. Surely if he was going to eat her, he would’ve done so by now – right? His tongue barely moved, cradling her delicately against his palate, and it showed no signs in flicking her body down his throat. All she could do was wait painfully to see what he would do. Her heart pounded relentlessly against her ribcage, threatening to burst right out of her chest, her stomach dropping like a stone. If Astarion didn’t end her soon, the sheer suspense of the moment would.

After what felt like days, his tongue slowly relaxed and lowered her down until she was resting on the bottom of his mouth again. She didn’t dare move a muscle as she quivered on top of his tongue. Seconds turned to minutes, but still nothing happened. His tongue was surprisingly still as well, holding her as if she was as fragile as glass. While she sat in the vampire’s mouth, her overwhelming fear started to slowly dwindle. Her body was still frozen in place, refusing to move, worried that if she attempted to move again, he would squash her to the roof of his mouth, or even worse, swallow her whole. While she laid on his tongue, the only noises she could hear was the bubbling noise at the back of his throat. It certainly unnerved her listening to his bodily functions, a constant reminder of where she could easily end up if Astarion willed it.

Saliva coated her entire body, drenching all her clothes until they were a sodden mess. She sniffled as she realised that if she survived this, her clothes were completely and utterly ruined. There was no way she could walk out of this with any dignity left to her name, if she managed to get out of this at all. At least it was…pleasantly warm inside his mouth. It shocked her that while Astarion himself was icy cold to the touch, his mouth was surprisingly cosy. It pained her that the thought even crossed her mind, but the warmth that radiated from his mouth could only be described as such. Perhaps there was hope for her yet. She recalled Astarion winking at her moments before he slipped her inside his mouth, and how he had looked almost apologetic. Maybe she would be fine after all. And maybe stabbing his tongue had been incredibly stupid of her, but in her defense, after everything that she had been through, stabbing him was a perfectly reasonable reaction to the situation. Or at least that’s what she would keep on telling herself.

Pools of saliva had now started to gather around his tongue, steadily increasing by each passing second. A small yelp escaped past her lips as the fleshy muscle suddenly pinned her against his teeth, his throat releasing a very loud swallowing sound as the gathering pools of saliva vanished down his throat in a matter of seconds. Panic fluttered in her chest like a swarm of butterflies as she watched the liquid disappear so quickly down his gullet, and she shivered, thinking how easily that could’ve been her.

He…he still isn’t swallowing me.

His tongue soon relaxed, no longer pressing her against the wall of giant teeth. She inhaled a shaky breath, attempting to calm her frantic beating heart as she slowly accepted that perhaps she was safe after all. Why would he deliberately avoid swallowing her multiple times if he wasn’t going to do it? Especially after she had stabbed his tongue so harshly, she had expected him to swallow her almost immediately after doing something like that. But despite everything, he was holding her on top of his tongue like she was some kind of prized jewel. She was surprised that the vampire could be so gentle, especially in his mouth of all places where his dangerously sharp fangs could easily tear her in half.

Does he…care about me?

As soon as the thought entered her brain, heat blossomed across her face and her heart almost skipped a beat. Maybe he did care about her somewhat, after all, she had persuaded the group to allow him to feed on bandits and other thinking creatures. He had expressed gratitude towards her, and he had even thanked her for it the previous night. But she still couldn’t believe it.

No, that can’t be right. There’s no way that he could, especially after everything that’s happened…

The burning blush on her face only deepened and she knew for a fact that he could feel her tiny heartbeat pounding fiercely against her chest. She needed to get out of there quickly. She wasn’t sure just how much more of this she could take without turning into a complete mess.   

Gods, why me? Why did I have to suggest the alcohol idea in the first place?

As if her prayers were answered, light suddenly showered down on her small frame as his lips parted open. A startled squeak jumped out of her throat as pale, cold fingers gripped her waist and pulled her out of his mouth and into the cold air from outside. She shivered as the freezing air caressed over her saliva-coated skin, and for a brief second, she almost wished that she was back inside the warmth of the vampire’s mouth.

Before she could even process the thought, silky fabric smothered her entire body and gently massaged small circles into her drenched skin and clothes. She was completely numb to it all, her brain still attempting to comprehend what was even happening, but through all her mixed and flustered emotions she gathered that Astarion was attempting to dry her with what seemed to be a handkerchief of some kind. He continued to softly dry her soaked body, including her little head, his saliva and drying movements causing her hair to stick up in utterly ridiculous angles. Her face burned with embarrassment as he continued to dry her body and she was a little grateful that he couldn’t see her face during that moment.

The fabric soon pulled away, revealing Astarion’s piercing red gaze that settled on her small frame as she quivered in the palm of his hand.

“Well.” Astarion’s tongue swiped over his lips, a faint smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. “That certainly got a lot more intimate than what we planned for, didn’t it, darling?”

She opened and closed her mouth, but no audible sound registered on her lips. How was she supposed to talk after going through all of that, and then have him say that to her? Not to mention the way he ran his tongue over his lips – although she couldn’t tell if that was deliberate or not, it sent her heart spasming in her chest. Her mind failed to string together a coherent sentence as her lip trembled.

Astarion faltered, clearly seeing the look of distraught across her puffy face made him rethink what he was going to say next. His usual cheeky demeanour soon faded and was quickly replaced with a look of worry that once again surprised her.

“I do apologise for…uh…that.” He cleared his throat, his sanguine eyes staring at her with a soft warmth that was much unlike his usual piercing glare. “Holding you in my mouth was not my intended plan at all.”

He paused for a moment, his eyebrows knitting together as he cradled her in his hand.

“Are you alright?”

Her throat felt as if it were being crushed by some unseen force, tears pricked at her eyelids as her gaze darted away from his face to look at the floor below her as she sat in his cold palm. She didn’t know how to respond, after being faced with death once again and having those memories resurface, all she wanted to do was to run away and hide.

Of course I’m not alright. After all that, how can I possibly be?

“Ria?” Astarion’s voice rumbled all around her, startling her from her thoughts.

“Put me down,” she rasped, her voice barely above a whisper.

Both of his eyebrows shot up upon hearing her request. “Ria, we can ta-”

“I said put me down!” she exclaimed, tears burning her cheeks, her face swollen and puffy from crying. “Please. Now.”

He didn’t question her further as he dropped to one knee and lowered his hand to the ground. Immediately she hopped off his palm, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand as she blinked back more tears.

She angled her neck upwards to look at him, his towering frame casting a long shadow over her tiny body as she swallowed back her rising fear. Now that she was on the ground, she was reminded once again just how small she was compared to him and everything else.

She needed to get away from him.

Before he could say anything, she sprinted away from him in the opposite direction. The ground trembled as his footsteps shuffled around on the dusty ground, and that only made her run faster.

Maybe it was utterly foolish for her to run away from her only means of protection, but she couldn’t bear to be around him in her current state. For her own sanity, she needed to get far away from him. They were still outside the Goblin Camp, the noises of the cheering from the goblins celebrating their latest kill rung heavily through the air, but she ignored it and continued to sprint towards the main building.

“Ria!” Astarion’s voice boomed from above, rattling through her very core and sending adrenaline spiking through her bloodstream. His large footfalls sent trembling earthquakes through the ground and she forced her legs to continue to run with all she had, not daring to look back.

In front of her she saw a small hole encrusted in the wall of the main building, just the right size for her to crawl into. She dashed inside, briefly feeling Astarion’s fingers brush past her hair as he made a failed attempt at grabbing her.  

“Wait, just hold on!” Astarion shouted from outside, his voice piercing her tiny eardrums and she flinched from the intensity.  

She ignored his words and instead ventured into the depths of the Goblin Camp.

[brick-a-doodle-do]

K but bc I found my rare tea at last it made me start having gt thoughts

Irza and Vara, one of them is going to drink the tea and the other falls in...not sure of the giant knows or not but shenanigans could ensue...what do you think this could be?

i love when random objects just become the backbone of elaborate g/t ideas lmao ,,, like "oh! a sink! imagine a tiny falling in that and having to let someone help them!"

buuuuut this is cute, i see the tiny as either one of them in this situation, and equally i see their reactions pretty much being the same: pretending they didn't notice and continuing drinking the thing. maybe g!irza just holds vara in a throat pocket or g!vara keeps irza in his mouth to chill for a little bit sjdnnfnf

[snexy-the-snail]

Okay wow a lot of you seemed to enjoy my little idea- and now its rotting my brain so-  

Breaking into the industry was hard and wasn’t without some sacrifices, that was something that Jackson had learned very quickly. After starring in a few short films, he got offered the chance to work on a movie. A movie with a production team. He said yes and the jitters hadn’t stopped since. “I can’t believe it.” he whispers to himself, the corners of his lips twitching upwards. He was supposed to be coming in today to discuss the pay, his role, and of course to get fitted for costumes and such.   

There was a sense of wrongness that nagged at the back of his mind, but he shoved it down further, crossing lots to make it to his meeting on time. It was a studio; he would be safe. Rules and such existed and any giant he had seen was on the other lots. He takes a small breath in as he approaches the door, his hand trembling slightly as he reaches for the nob.  

He shouldn't be this nervous, nothing bad was going to happen. It was a job, his big break, something he had been looking forward to since he was a young kid. He pushed the door open surprised to see...well nothing. Huh..maybe he had come too early?  

“Um...hello? Is anyone in here?” No response comes, his voice echoing slightly through the dark. Jackson swallows hard, feeling against the wall for a light switch. In his hast the door slams shut behind him darkness encircling him. Oh. This was terrifying. “Hello?”   

There was shifting in the darkness, a breath of relief escaping Jackson. He wasn’t alone in the dark, which was great, he really hated the dark. He takes a deep breath, before plastering what he hoped was a confident smile on his face. That was promptly wipes off his face when dim lights illuminate a large form. Much larger than he had been expecting.   

“Well, well, isn’t this a pleasant surprise.” A voice practically purrs from the giant in front of him. Jackson swallows nervously, forcing himself to laugh weakly. “Y-yeah pleasant.” He repeats taking a small step back. Just because this was a giant didn’t mean anything right?  

His heart drops when a shoe larger than him comes into view. No reason. No reason to be skittish, he was just being rude. “Well, haha you know why I’m here.” he laughs, hating how shaky it sounded.   

“Of course, I know why.” The chuckle that followed felt...wrong. It sounded too amusing, too much like a joke he wasn’t let in on. Jackson grips the edge of his shirt to keep from bolting. This was his big break after all, surely it was just a test or something.   

“You’re my little snack for the morning.”  

What?  

Jackson could feel the blood practically draining from his face, the pounding from his heart nearly deafening with how suddenly it came. “No! No, I’m not here for that.” He manages to choke out, backing up. A scream draws from his throat as a hand reaches from the dim lighting. Fingers as tall as him encircling his body and holding him in a loose fist. “Wait! Hey!” he yelps as he’s brought upwards, the dim light fading slightly as he’s lifted up higher and higher. He had never even been this high before.  

The lack of light made it hard to see much of any details, but he saw that smirk and that glint in the giant’s eyes. It didn’t look friendly at all.   

“No nononon let me go! Please no- please someone HELP!” His voice felt raw from screaming so much, another sob wracking his body as the grip changed from a loose fist. He finds himself dangling above the giant’s smirking face. “You’re a bit noisy, aren’t you? Don’t worry I can take care of that.”   

The giant’s lip's part, teeth glinting in the dim light, warmth brushing against his body as another chuckle comes from below. Jackson felt that if he wasn’t already as white as a sheet his blood would’ve drained from his body. “Wait- wait can’t we talk about this?” He yelps, reaching up to grasp at the massive fingers holding the back of his shirt. “Talk? Oh, how sweet, but this isn’t a dinner date just a quick. Little. Snack.” with each word he was lowered further and further to the giant’s maw.   

The pulsing of the giant’s throat was rhythmically and more alive than he every wanted to think about. His breath hitching as he stared basically down the giant’s throat. His heart pounded in his chest; his eyes still fixated on the certain death that loomed below him. There was a law to keep this from happening, there was security and cameras...then again there wasn’t here it was just an empty building. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes. His story ended like this? To be one of the many humans who went missing without a trace. Would anyone ever care?  

A sob draws from his chest, bringing his knees up to his chest as he was slowly lowered to the mouth. A squeak escapes him as the tongue comes up, almost creating a barrier between him and the row of teeth, it was oddly...gentle? Bitterly he wished the giant would chew him up, at least he wouldn’t slowly melt away in his stomach.  The pooling warmth seeps into his clothes as the saliva dampens the fabric.  

What was the point in fighting now? It hadn’t worked to begin with. A whine draws from his throat as the muscle curls around him. Keeping his arms and legs pinned to his sides as pearly white teeth sealed him back into darkness. He squeezes his eyes shut; the warmth nearly overwhelming now that it was surrounding him. Saliva soaked into his clothing, pooling around him with every second. He had to taste good then, any moment the giant would swallow, and he would-  

Light floods in suddenly, the crisp fresh air almost stinging against his face and in his lungs. Jackson taking several gasping breaths in, the chill making him almost miss the humid air. Everything tilts forward, those massive fingers coming into view and hooking around his waist, bringing him- was he out?  

“Well done! Well done, you did such a good job kid.”  

“What?” Jackson croaks.  

The giant continues however like he hadn’t heard him. “The screams? Those had to be a nightmare for the vocal coach to teach you huh? Really raw sounding stuff.”   

Jackson blinks in surprise, the dim lights suddenly turning into bright florescent lights, a bustling of voices sounding from below them. A familiar face greeting him.   

Aiden, a giant actor. He was terrifying in his movies, Jackson remembering an older film that had him sleeping with his parents for years after watching. Fingers lift his own arms up, green eyes rolling over his body, like he was trying to find something Aiden still speaking to him too, now warm in a tone, something about his ‘acting’. Did...Aiden really think he was acting?  

The tears hadn’t stopped, still streaming down his face, Aiden seeming to notice them or at the least acknowledge, a frown tugging down on the corners of his mouth. A slightly hysterical laugh bubbling out of Jackson. “Acting?” He repeats, his voice cracking mid word. Aiden’s eyes crinkle, his expression softening drastically. It was so different from the cruel glint he had seen earlier.   

He can’t help but flinch as the giant moves, the pad of his finger delicately pressing against his cheek, wiping saliva and tears away.   

“I wasn’t- they didn’t-” He cuts himself off with a hiccup, his chest aching from sobbing earlier. A brief flicker of confusion, and something else crosses Aiden’s face before things move rapidly, the soft feeling of fabric pressing against him. Out of reflex he grasps the material, burying his face into the material. Distantly he could hear the steady thumping of a heart? He pulled back slightly, his cheeks warmed when he realized what exactly was happening.  It wasn't as horrible as he thought being held by a giant would be.  

The subtle trembling of his body slowly faded away as the smooth movements soothe his fear. A hand cupping more around him, shielding him from the busy workers no doubt standing below them.  

"Did he know?" There was a sharpness in the man's tone that he didn't expect. The digits currently cupped around him twitch before curling more around him. He couldn't hear the answer but judging by the fact that they were now walking meant Aiden didn't like the answer. 

Okay okay hear me out-

Pred is a known actor and works a lot on movies when the pred is portrayed as the 'evil hungry giant' only the pred absolutely adores preys, and gets all soft and sweet when the scene ends, just constantly making sure the prey is alright, 'I didn't scare you too bad did I?:((' type of treatment.

Well the pred is under the impression that for the scene where they "eat" the human that the prey knows its all an act. Only the prey is a new to the scene and hasn't been told that the pred isn't actually going to hurt them so their fear is *real* when the pred starts taunting them, the begging, the fighting all of it is genuine terror

And the scene ends once the human is fully inside the preds mouth, the prey just waiting for it all it end- only they're carefully slid out of the preds mouth and absolutely praised for their acting, gentle hands checking their body over for any bruises or scrapes they might've gotten from fighting-

[spicygloves]

Just A Taste

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Summary: Astarion helps Freya with her 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.”

[voraciousvore]

Giganterra (Chapter 54)

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Content Warning: NSFW/18+!! Sex, mouthplay, vore mentions, and the writer's blatant horny self-indulgence <.<

Word Count: 3.5k

------ Chapter 54: Romantic Fantasy ------

Martin woke up in the middle of the night. For a moment, he couldn’t recall where he was—until he felt Candy’s tiny limbs brush across his bare chest, tickling his mane of hair. He lifted his head to catch a glimpse of her. She was still fast asleep, with her cheek resting on her hand, her long blonde hair trailing down her back, and her legs folded at the knees. She was adorable; Martin’s great heart pumped faster just from admiring her. 

Her face, serene with slumber, twitched, and her arm shifted again. Martin realized she was dreaming and monitored her with interest. She rolled over on her back, fitting neatly into the valley formed by his pecs, before flipping onto her side. Her microscopic fingers gripped his chest hair and she mumbled incoherently. 

Whatever dream she was having, it seemed to be a troubled one. Martin debated whether to wake her up or not, but before he could decide, Candy’s verbalizations became distinct enough to distinguish. “Let me out!” she murmured. “Don’t leave me trapped in here!” Her limbs flailed weakly. “Martin, help me!” 

With that plea, Martin raised his hands around her and encompassed her with his fingers, caressing her body gently. “Candy, wake up,” he cooed softly. 

She drew in a sharp breath as her eyes shot open and she recoiled into a sitting position, her back hitting Martin’s cupped palm. Dew sparkled on her cheeks as her eyes roved wildly around the room. Her spine slackened when she met eyes with the gentle giant. “Martin…” she whimpered. 

“Shhhh, it’s okay sweetie. You were only dreaming.”

“Thank goodness,” Candy sniffled. Relieved, she hugged his pinky, which he curved around her diminutive body. “I dreamed I was inside King Richard’s intestines.” 

“What?” Martin verbalized with bewilderment. He grimaced. “That sounds revolting.” 

Candy nodded. “It was. Hot and slimy and absolutely vile. I never want to go back in there again. When he ate me and didn’t let me out that one time, I really thought I was going to die…” 

The giant blinked. “Wait. You mean in the dream, right? He didn’t actually…” 

“He did,” she answered quietly. “As a punishment.” She shuddered and huddled into the plush comfort of Martin’s palm at the reminder. 

“Oh God.” Martin’s features twisted up with pain. “That’s unbelievable. That’s horrific! Candy, I’m so sorry you had to go through that…” He cradled her in his hands in a hug, pressing her to his chest. He couldn’t fathom the living nightmares the poor woman had been forced to endure. She was light as a feather, yet the guilt he felt over her suffering felt like an elephant stomping on his ribcage.  

“Candy, how do you not hate me?” the knight asked, the wretched question burning like fire on his tongue. “This is all my fault.” 

Candy averted her gaze shamefully. She figured she ought to be honest with him. “I did… resent you for a while. When I believed you abandoned me,” she admitted. “It hurt. A lot. Especially to see you wearing the king’s colors and taking his orders.” 

Martin wanted to break down sobbing. “I’m so sorry,” he choked. “I have no excuse for my behavior.” 

“And I came here to be with you. You’re why I volunteered to come to Giganterra in the first place. I believed… I was fated to you. And I knew we had a special connection.” Martin bit his lip. She was right. Ever since their first fateful meeting, he did feel a connection to her, as if an invisible thread tied them together, regardless of the physical distance between them. 

Candy stood up, crawling out of his hands, and approached his face, stumbling slightly over the uneven surface of his squishy skin. “But that’s not fair to you. It’s not all your fault. You didn’t make me volunteer—that was my choice—and you’re not responsible for what the king did to me.” 

She reached up to his blocky chin and ran her fingers over the forest of stubble. “You made a bad decision, but… I understand. You were in a difficult position. That was asking a lot from you—to throw everything away that you’ve worked so hard for. Your knighthood, your prestigious post, your influence at court—worth a lot more than a little thing like me.” 

“I shouldn’t have even hesitated,” Martin stated firmly. “You’re worth more than all of that nonsense.” 

Candy blushed. “Thanks…” She held the edge of his chin with both hands. “You still rescued me. Late, but better than not at all. I don’t know how much longer I would’ve been able to stay alive…” She trembled violently. “You saved my life. I owe you everything.” 

“You owe me nothing. If anything, I should spend the rest of my life making it up to you,” the giant declared. As he spoke, Candy watched his huge plump lips move above her. She was inflamed with an irresistible desire to touch them, to bury herself in their softness. She desperately needed him to comfort her physically, to kiss her, to express his love for her. She clasped his stubble and hauled herself onto the slab of his chin. Martin froze up, unsure what she was doing.  

“I’ve dreamed about this—about you—for so long,” Candy confessed. “I wanted you so badly, it hardly feels real to be here with you right now…” She touched his lower lip, rubbing her hands over the pink surface. Martin slowly released the strain in his neck, lowering his head back to the couch cushion. Candy used the opportunity to climb up onto his lips, sinking her body into them like a mattress. She kissed him on his upper lip, tracing her hands along the Cupid’s bow with delight. 

The giant’s face heated up underneath her like a furnace. Candy reveled in his plush warmth. He was so different from the giant king, so much gentler, so careful not to move and send her tumbling down his face. Even the natural fragrance of his body, of his breath, the exhalations from his nostrils above her, was radically different—pleasant and alluring, awakening a strong carnal passion within her. Emboldened, she stood up on the curve above his lips and scaled the tip of his nose. 

She laid down on the bridge of his nose and stared deeply into the stormy sea of his beautiful gray iris. He stared back, the black hole of his pupil dilating. “Martin,” she purred, dangling her hand down to his cheek and stroking it. “Can you do something for me?” 

“A-anything,” Martin stammered faintly, cheeks flushed. 

“Cast aside your guilt. It won’t change the past, and it won’t do either of us any good. Live with me in the present. Take care of me and love me. Can you do that for me, my handsome knight?” 

“Y-yes. Absolutely, my darling,” Martin panted. She was bewitching in her beauty, her sweet charm, her forwardness, her sexual seduction. The giant found himself abruptly intoxicated with lust. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to move a muscle, as if pinned by her hypnotic enchantment. She smiled down at him and he felt like melting into a gooey puddle. 

Candy laughed softly and stood on his cheekbone, planting her miniscule feet below his eye where he could still see her. With a single smooth motion, she swept off her dress and tossed it away, so she was standing stark naked, where he could get an intimate view up her slender legs. He blinked and his mouth dropped open. 

“C-Candy…” he stuttered, flustered. “W-What are you doing?” She did a flirty little twirl and Martin thought he would burst. He had seen her naked before, but never so close, and of course he didn’t feel it polite to ogle her. Now, he could appreciate her nudity in all her feminine glory. Her form was lovely, despite being marred with bruises. 

“Do you want me?” she asked. Martin could only whimper. “Take me then. Have me.” 

Martin flapped his jaw wordlessly for a moment before he could contort his tongue to form proper words. “Are you sure?”  

Candy nodded. When Martin still didn’t move, she walked down his face, trailing her hand down his lips when she passed his mouth. She lowered herself from his chin to his neck, then confidently sauntered across the gargantuan plain of his chest. She could feel his immense heart hammering hard and fast underneath her soles, enough to make her lose her balance if she wasn’t careful. 

“You don���t have to do this,” the giant uttered nervously. “Don’t feel obligated or pressured.” 

Candy stopped her advance momentarily to face him. “I know. I want to do this.” She tapped her chin thoughtfully and tried to elaborate. “I’m not the innocent girl I once was, Martin. But for once, I want to be in control. I want to do this for myself, for my own pleasure. I want to experience the love and romance and intimacy I’ve been craving so badly, pure and unsoiled. You understand?” 

Martin gulped, then nodded with amazement. “I see. Proceed then, by all means.” Candy smirked teasingly, flipped her silky hair over her shoulder, and continued to stroll along the hill of Martin’s belly. She followed his happy trail into his shorts, crawling under his waistband without hesitation. Despite Martin’s bashful ambivalence, his body had physically responded with enthusiasm to Candy’s captivating advances. He had a massive boner. 

Candy wound her arms and legs around the enormous monument of manhood and stimulated it with experienced, vigorous strokes. Martin gasped; his pounding heart nearly exploded out of his chest. He didn’t expect her to feel so good. He let out a soft moan as he shifted his huge legs. His sensitive nerves could detect her tiny fingers caressing his skin, her tongue working miracles, her plump breasts and hips grinding on his shaft. She was positively magical, a miniature succubus of sexual gratification. 

Candy smiled as Martin’s low moans rumbled through her. She could tell her labor was paying off, with how his breathing deepened and the vein on the side of his penis pulsed with blood. She jumped up, clasping the thick mast securely with her legs, and began to scale his colossal erection. Martin whimpered with pleasure, begging for more. When she neared the top, she reached up and rubbed the tip of his penis with her hand, sliding generously over the responsive area. The giant hit his peak when she fingered his cock slit. He couldn’t hold back any longer and gushed cum like a fountain. Candy hopped down to his pelvic area, expertly avoiding the milky stream dripping down his cock. 

“Oh my...” the giant puffed, laboring to catch his breath. “Candy!” He reached down and gently wrapped his fingers around the tiny woman, rescuing her from the smothering confines of his shorts. 

She giggled. “It’s fun when I get the chance to do it with someone I love,” she chirped, hugging his finger. 

Martin saddened when he thought about what she had been subjected to, but he didn’t want to remind her of her ugly past. As he held her ravishing form in his hands, he brightened with an idea and gave her a mischievous smirk. “Now it’s my turn.” 

“Huh?” Candy tilted her head with confusion. 

“It’s time for me to pleasure you.” Candy’s eyes widened. The concept had never entered her mind that her personal arousal mattered in doing the deed; King Richard had given her needs no consideration whatsoever. Her heart beat faster as Martin changed his position, laying on his belly on the couch so he loomed over her as he held her in his hand. 

He set her down on the cushion in a sitting pose, cupping his hand around her back for support. With his other hand, he gently nudged her legs apart using his pinky and sensually rubbed her clit and labia as best he could. Candy blushed like a rose as something unfamiliar awakened inside her. The ridges of his fingerprint and the tip of his nail felt highly pleasurable in such a sensitive spot. Martin smiled as he felt a dribble of moisture on his fingertip. 

“Do you like that?” he murmured softly, his voice vibrating with rich tones. Candy nodded wordlessly. The giant removed his finger and lowered his head down. He planted a tender kiss on her breasts and stomach, nibbling her nipples playfully with his lips. He moved lower, kissing her hips and thighs. His tongue emerged, spreading her legs further apart, and licked her center. Martin was surprised by a burst of sweet caramel flavor, arousing his visceral appetite. He doubled down, sliding his tongue over her thighs and genitals with passion as he continued to press his lips into her. She was delicious in every possible way. 

Candy was overwhelmed with new sensations. She hadn’t imagined such an act in her wildest dreams. She stretched out her thighs to give Martin maximum access, only to find he had slurped her legs entirely into his mouth like noodles. He sucked on her like a lollipop, caressing her lower half all over, from her feet to her groin, with his tongue. She was distinctly aware of his gigantic teeth and lips on her skin, encasing her with the upmost care within the hot, wet flesh of his maw. If she was with Hardon, she would’ve been terrified of having her legs bitten off, or being swallowed whole, but she trusted Martin, her savior, with her whole being. 

The stimulation brought her to climax in a burst of passion. Martin released her legs from his mouth, licking his lips with satisfaction. His Maneater blood was surging inside him, but he knew better than to eat his lover. He cleaned her and himself up with his torn shirt that was laying nearby and settled back down on the couch with Candy cuddled on his chest. Despite throwing away his career and ambitions, he was happy, happier than ever, with an unburdened conscience. Like Candy, he was free.  

“Candy... you’re amazing,” Martin uttered. “Truly a remarkable woman. You deserve the world.” 

“Thanks,” Candy giggled. “You’re pretty awesome yourself.” They shared a quiet moment together, with Martin stroking her spine with his finger. She gradually nodded off on his chest, soothed by his massive comforting presence. 

 The pair were awakened a few hours later when Milton emerged sleepily from his bedroom, Millie in hand. “Good morning,” he yawned, rubbing his eyes. Millie waved. 

“Good morning!” Candy chirped back, sitting up on Martin’s bulging pec. She gazed up at Milton’s lofty figure and furrowed her brow. “Where’s Iris?” 

Milton’s face fell. “Oh. She’s... still not entirely comfortable around me. So I leave her alone, and let her stay in the spare bedroom.” 

“She needs time,” Millie added solemnly. 

“I’ll make breakfast for everyone. Can you two ladies bring it to her for me? Help make her feel more welcome here?” Milton requested. Candy and Millie assented, and Milton whipped up a steaming pot of porridge to share. He didn’t have human-sized bowls, so he spooned minute portions into the smallest acorn caps he could find that he’d collected outside yesterday. He took Candy and Millie in his hand and deposited them outside the door, which he left cracked just enough for the teeny folk to squeeze through. 

“Iris, we brought you breakfast!” Millie announced as they entered the giant room. Iris lay curled up on her side facing the wall, in a nest made from a huge blanket that Milton had arranged for her to sleep in. She didn’t turn around or respond in any way to their arrival. “Iris?”  

“Is she still sleeping?” Candy questioned with confusion. 

Millie shook her head. “She tends to retreat into herself to cope. It’s a habit she’s yet to break.” Millie set down the porridge and hiked over the canyons of fabric. Candy watched as she whispered soothingly to Iris, rubbing her shoulder. At first, the limp girl didn’t react, but Millie was patient, and did not leave her side. 

Finally, Iris rotated her head languidly. “I’m not hungry,” she mumbled. 

“You need to eat,” Millie pressed. “You’re wasting away to skin and bones.” 

“I don’t care.” 

“Iris, please…” 

“Leave me alone.” 

Millie sighed. Before she could respond, Candy clambered up alongside them, clumsily balancing all the acorn hats in her arms. “We’ll eat breakfast here, Millie.” She sat down next to her friends, slurped some of the porridge from her bowl, and engaged in idle chatter with Millie, since she knew Iris wouldn’t want to talk. Millie drank from her bowl politely, impressed by Candy’s ability to converse so much while saying so little of substance—a useful talent when discussing anything of gravity might upset their dreary friend. Iris listened for a while until, defeated, she reached for her breakfast and mindlessly picked at it. Candy and Millie didn’t acknowledge her progress, but they were heartened to see her get some nutrition and became more animated as a result. 

Meanwhile, in the living room, Milton offered a bowl of porridge to Martin. “I apologize for the gruel and humble accommodations,” he said with some embarrassment. “I’m sure you’re accustomed to more lavish arrangements, but this is all I have to give…” 

“No need to apologize!” Martin assured him warmly. “I’m famished!” He dug into the porridge greedily, shoveling in huge mouthfuls. “If anything, I’d hate to be a burden on you.” 

“Oh no, not at all! To be honest, I’m very grateful you’re here. As a mighty warrior, you can protect the small maidens from danger if they are discovered. It puts my mind at ease.” 

“Indeed,” Martin managed to enunciate as he inhaled the rest of his meal. He held out the empty bowl. “Is there enough for another serving? I’m sorry, I burned a lot of energy yesterday.” 

Milton chuckled. “Of course.” He served up another portion for Martin to dump eagerly into his hungry mouth. 

“Ah, much better!” Martin sighed with a hand on his belly. 

“I’m glad you enjoyed.” Milton laced up his boots and put on his coat. “Well, I’m off.” 

“Wait, you’re leaving? Where are you going?” Martin asked, suddenly nervous. “You’re not just going to leave me here, are you?” 

“I have to teach the royal children. You know that,” Milton answered, puzzled by Martin’s abrupt shift in demeanor. “I have to keep up the act so nobody gets suspicious. Why? Is there a problem?” 

“Erm… well… I guess not,” Martin responded evasively. Milton raised a brow. Martin flushed. “Um… the thing is… what am I supposed to do while you’re gone? I mean… how am I supposed to entertain three ladies by myself? Especially... tiny humans? What if they’re afraid of me?” 

Milton let out a hearty laugh. “Martin, are you serious? You can’t tell me you’re intimidated by a handful of human women? You’re a charming, courtly gentleman! I’m sure you’ll have no trouble!” With that, he waved a farewell and left. 

Martin stayed seated on the couch, twiddling his thumbs in worried thought. He felt awkward, especially as he was still bare-chested and didn’t even have a decent shirt to wear. He was too broad in the chest and shoulders to fit into any of Milton’s shirts. He debated with himself whether to check on the girls or wait for them to come out. He didn’t wish to scare them, especially not Iris. 

Before he could commit to a course of action, he spied Millie and Candy emerging from the hallway. His pulse quickened. He stood up from the couch and lumbered towards them, feeling like a brutish ogre as he towered over them. Millie flinched slightly and he stopped, backing up a substantial step. 

“Sorry,” he apologized. “I didn’t mean to frighten you…” 

Millie recovered with a demure smile. “It’s okay.” Candy placed a hand on her shoulder for support. 

“So, uh…” Martin began as he squatted down slowly, so he wasn’t so tall. He paused, unsure how to continue. 

“Can you take us outside?” Candy asked sweetly. “I’d love to spend some time in the garden and enjoy the sunshine.” 

“Absolutely, my dear!” He held out his hand, and the two humans climbed up into his palm. Martin felt an excited spark at holding them. They were so small and cute. 

As he gradually raised his hand up, his eye caught movement in the hallway. He was surprised to see Iris cautiously creeping towards him. “I’d like to go too,” she stated quietly in a scratchy voice. 

“Of course. You’re welcome to join,” Martin agreed. He lowered his hand again. Iris gulped, but with encouragement from the other two girls, she joined them in Martin’s colossal palm, which was roomy enough to hold all three of them. 

“Everyone good?” Martin checked. They all confirmed, and Martin flashed them a winning grin. “Alright then, let’s go!” He gingerly lifted his hand, stood up, and carried them into the bright sunshine of a beautiful new day, full of light. He was determined to keep them happy and safe. 

Chapter 55

Tag List: @maybeiamdownbad @tinycoded360 @yummynomms

[suzyandthefox]

*drops to my knees*

HIM AS A PRED I AM BEGGING YOU like UG-

*Headpats you*

*Deep breath*

FUCKING YES!!!!

This guy is not A Pred, he is THE Pred!

(mild mentions of digestion below)

There's no character in cookie run that is more Pred coded than this guy!

If The term "Gentleman bastard pred" was in a dictionary, Then it has Shadow Milk's picture right next to it, this is a PURE and PERFECT example of a gentlemanly bastard!!

Jester Preds are already a favourite of mine, but the lines on this guy and the constant CONSTANT teasing he does in Beast yeast, combined with his canonical size being just, fucking huge, This is a pred that absolutely THRIVES on Fearplay!

He would tire you and chase you endlessly, and when you can't run no more, then he's going to give you a riddle, perhaps then he wouldn't eat you!

He is also a complete liar, he would be telling you shit like "I don't bite sweetheart!" And "It's not like I'm going to eat you or anything!" But you know dang well that it's complete bullshit.

Unfortunately for my safe vore loving self, I can't see this guy doing protective vore or loving vore (unless you're his spouse or something),he would do digestion with reformation, or spit you out and eat you again, or does a shit ton of mouthplay

Mouthplay is his bread and butter specifically, alongside endless taunts!

His stomach is a blue body horror nightmare, with eyes everywhere in it, just so he can say shit like "I can see you~" And he absolutely relishes in squirming prey.

I rambled too much about this but yeah, This guy specifically is walking brainrot, thank you for reminding me he exists.

[da3dm]

ratatouille will have....mouth play?

i love you and will love you forever /p

Yes

And with the person you'd least expect....

Mouse!Vara but....? Who's the biggun? It's not Irza...

We shall see....

And when we do...you'll be glad it didn't go any further...can you guess who the enemy is?

If you go off what I told Becky...the animal characters are all hybrids instead of outright animals...so who is it, I wonder?

You're loved too brick <3

[entomolog-t]

Bite Me - Chapter 6

June pulling out that uno reverse card.

As a warning this chapter is heavier with both the suggestive nature as well the content itself. There is technically nothing explicit, though this is definitely a very emotionally and physically charged chapter.

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

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Previous Chapter: Chapter 5

Next Chapter: Chapter 7

Word count: 1701

CW: Mentions of blood, Adult language, Dehumanization, Suggestive, Fearplay, Mouthplay (biting), Minor injuries, Whump, Humiliation, Panic (onset panic attack), Conflicting feelings of consent

Aedes knew he was not meant to be touched like this- not in this way; Her teeth pressing into his side, her mouth covering from his shoulder to his navel. His heart pounds in his ears, screaming to him that he is in danger. He wants her to stop but- No, he doesn't want her to stop. Fear and ecstasy run rampant through his mind. Her touch thrills him. It was all encompassing. It was overwhelming. He never wants her to stop. He wants her to stop right this second.

The softness of her lips… the blunt pressure from her bite… the warmth of her breath… It held a depraved intimacy that seemed to stoak something deeply primal within him. As her teeth drag along his skin, he can't stop his body from shaking. It feels wrong- and so very good. He hisses, resisting all matter of instinct urging him to struggle against the massive fingers holding him in place.

He was drowning in foreign sensations and the emotional turmoil they wrought, struggling to find some semblance of control. If he could rein in every instinct, suppress every urge, suppress every fear-No. He wasn’t afraid. He wouldn’t be afraid. Aedes wanted her to see that he was the one in control, not her. He was in this position because he liked it- he allowed it. She was indulging him. 

He wanted respect. 

She wanted a reaction.

She nips at the fabric of his shirt, ever so slowly pulling it up and exposing his midriff. He can’t control the way his abdomen twitches as it's uncovered- the muggy air from her breath bathing him in a strange and humid warmth. As her teeth make direct contact with his skin the initial sensation nearly sends him over the edge. His muscles tense involuntarily, unable to suppress their shudder. He draws in a sharp gasp before gritting his teeth in a desperate attempt to maintain some semblance of composure. 

He not only watches, but feels as her lips curve into a grin. She liked this… far too much. 

“Since you bit me,” Her voice is like velvet- a warm and gentle murmur, “It's only fair I get a turn…” Though spoken slow and soft, those words send a jolt through him, and he finds himself reeling from it- fixated on that teasing demeanor towards his feeding. Her words giving life to a small feeling of hope being kindled in his chest. Her teasing musings seemed… Almost casual? Was she just going to overlook that he’d fed on her? Was she okay with it?? 

Or was she just looking to get a rise out of him- toying with his desire? 

Two could play at that game. 

Hands still remaining begrudgingly restrained above his head, with his knee he tilts up her chin. His eyes lock onto hers, capturing her gaze in his unwavering stare. The closeness of her is beyond overwhelming, with her face extending past the entirety of his vision. Even still, he remains unflinching in his resolve,  a declaration that he will not be so easily cowed by her teasing. 

“Eager Human,” He chides, his words flowing like liquid silk, “You would think by now you would have had more than your fair share of a turn.” He revels in the way his words summon a rush of colour to her cheeks- a rush of blood just beneath her plush skin. Despite the adrenaline beating wild in his chest, he finds himself grinning as he adds, “Though I’ll let you continue to indulge your delusion.”

The sound that escapes her is music to his ears. A subtle whine… an involuntary whimper betraying her bold candor. Just a glance and some words and this behemoth crumbles before me…  The feeling of power it gives him is nothing short of breathtaking- A high like no other. 

He must have been a delusion, the way she indulged in him.

Fervent and passionate, her lips caressed the whole of his body, and her teeth felt as though they defiled it. They carved into him- both physically and metaphorically. With each kiss - each bite - she took from him; pieces of his pride, his resolve, his dignity, leaving him raw, bruised and lesser.

He had allowed this hadn’t he? 

No- he squeezed his eyes shut. His breathing coming faster and faster. Each inhale feeling as though he couldn’t quite take in enough air. His instincts scream at him to fight back, to kick and snarl and scratch his way away, but logic tells him that's exactly what she wants- and some depraved part of his mind whispers that's exactly what you want. 

The hazy scent of her was thick in the air. Sweet and lush. The remnants of his hunger twist in his chest, urging him to take his fill. He strains against her grip, restless in his renewed thirst, but there is no budging. He grits his teeth. This fucking position. He hated it. How small he felt- how little he could move, how he felt on display. 

He was terrified. 

And yet, the pleasure he felt was undeniable. He hears her heart pounding, and he takes no small pleasure in the knowledge that the sound is his doing. Aedes' mind whirls as conflicting feelings gnaw at him. There was no denying the rush he felt, but a panicked voice within him told him that he should- a sharp pang of humiliation screaming out against the thrill. 

The way she moved her lips against his skin, eager and toying - She very clearly wanted a reaction from him and his pride is desperate to withhold it. Just what was she looking for? Did she want him to scream? To beg her to stop? To say he was scared?

He felt like he was drowning in longing. A deep longing to be in control, to escape this feeling of helplessness… and a longing for this woman to see him as more than just a… toy. Yet, he couldn't escape the painful embarrassment of his own helplessness- his pride reduced to a mere plaything for her. He couldn't meet her gaze. Not when he felt like… this.

The once warm and intoxicating touch now felt hot and suffocating. He wanted to hate it- hate the way it made him feel. He wanted it to stop…

But what if she didn't.

A twisted thought snakes it's way into his mind,

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

The only semblance of control he had was in pretending that he was allowing her to touch him like this. If he had to beg her to stop it would shatter the ruse he’d created for himself. He knew she was toying with him- looking for some kind of reaction. She wanted him to reach his breaking point. 

He was powerless.

He was trapped.

His skin no longer tingles with excitement. Instead it burns, stinging and raw from whatever the fuck this shameful thing was. He strains against her grasp, feeling disgusted by the way his body shivers under her touch. 

Pathetic.

He hates the way his body looks under her touch. The sheer size of her relative to himself. The sight of teeth nearly the size of his hands pressing into him- drawing small spots of bloodied freckles to the surface of his skin felt like it would be burned into his mind’s eye. He couldn’t pull his eyes away from the incarnadine trail left by her predatory embrace, and he grew queasy at the sight of his own blood.

He was fucking pathetic.

He could feel panic welling up in his chest, and tears in his eyes. He wanted to scream, to beg for this to be over, but his voice failed him, swallowed by the grotesque mix of his pride and fear constricting his chest. He flinched at every touch, trembling under her overwhelming magnitude. His words failed him, his body failed him- each breath coming in short shakey bursts, never seeming to gulp down enough air. 

Pathetic. 

The weight of the humiliation seemed to manifest in her bite, leaving him gasping for breath. How had he deluded himself into succumbing to desires that left him feeling so stripped… so emasculated? 

He felt raw.  

Tears finally spilled over, streaming down his face, as the swell of panic consumed him. 

Turning his head towards her, his breath catches in his throat as he sees her eyes- already locked on his face. The intensity of her gaze is terrifying. His voice catches in his throat- a soft whimpering sound coming from him. A small puff of air. Half of a word hanging on his tongue.

Pathetic. 

He meets her gaze silently begging her to stop, his shame seeming to snuff out his voice. 

She smiles- her teeth still wrapped around his frame.

The sight is stunning- both horrifying and beautiful. The amalgamation of his internal turmoil is all at once far too much to contain. He overflows. Unable to suppress it, a single hushed word finally spills forth from his lips, repeated over and over between gasping whimpers. 

“P-please.” 

Please stop.

Please let me go.

Please continue.

To his horror, despite his fear, there's still a part of him that wants her not to stop- to be so completely overwhelmed by her that nothing else can occupy his mind. Aedes so desperately wanted to sever away that part of him, the way one would amputate an necrotic limb to stop the spread. This was wrong. He can’t grasp what he's feeling- he doesn’t want to. Nothing was making sense. All Aedes knows is he's never been so horrified in his life. 

He has to get away.

Her eyes fall to his face and she pauses. As she pulls away from him, Aedes feels a rush of cool air against his dampened skin, the sensation stinging at the raw marks she had decorated him with. Her gaze is unnerving. Her eyes, wild and wide, seemed to consume him, devouring every detail yet sharing nothing of their own. It's predatory. 

He couldn't bear it. The touch. The thoughts. The humiliation. It hurt. It hurt so much. 

"Awe,” she coos, “is the little toy afraid I'll break him?"

Aedes unravels.

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Bite-Sized (9) - A G/t BG3 fanfic

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

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Summary: Astarion brings Ria along with him to the heart of the Goblin Camp without the rest of the group knowing. However, before they can even get inside, things take a very unfortunate turn. In other words, this is the beginning of Ria's VERY bad day.

Pairing: Astarion x f!borrower!oc (Tav/oc) (slow-burn)

Warnings: MOUTHPLAY WARNING!!! If you are uncomfortable with mouthplay or vore-ish themes, then DO NOT read this chapter! No actual vore occurs but mouthplay is VERY prominent. Don't worry, Ria will be completely fine, I promise. Swearing/course language, mentions of blood drinking, vampire stuff.

Word count: 2.4k

The smell of burning meat and alcohol hit Astarion’s nostrils well before he had even stepped foot into the Goblin Camp. While he preferred more refined company, he did relish in the chaos that goblins often brought with them – and it was clearly abundant in the stronghold of the camp as he followed behind Gale, Wyll, and Karlach. Lae’zel and Shadowheart had reluctantly been nominated to look after the camp while the others were away, much to both the half elf’s and gith’s dismay. He wondered if they would kill each other while he and the others were gone.

His stomach grumbled as dozens of goblins flitted around a roasting spit, cooking what smelled like dwarf meat, as they downed pints of alcohol. Seeing this many exposed necks and pulses made the never-ending ache in his stomach worsen. Soon enough he would be able to feed – thanks to Ria persuading the group, he could drink all the goblins dry if he wished once they were done with the leaders.

Ah, yes, the little snack in my pocket…

He was so swept up in the moment that he almost forgot about the tiny passenger that he was carrying. She hadn’t stirred since they had left camp and he wondered if she had in fact fallen asleep. Her small heartbeat had slowed down considerably as well.

His hand hovered over his breast pocket where Ria was concealed inside, and he gave the pocket a little tap to alert her that they had arrived. Almost immediately the borrower inside began to stir, her tiny heartbeat increasing as he felt her squirm against his chest.

Scanning the area, he noticed that everyone else had gathered towards the centre of the camp. Karlach, Gale, and Wyll were standing near a small stage where Volo, a poor bard that he and the others had met in the Emerald Grove some time ago, was performing some terrible rendition of Dror Ragzlin. They seemed completely enthralled by Volo’s presentation as they didn’t even bat an eyelid towards Astarion’s direction.

“Oi! You smell funny, mister.”

Astarion blinked and swiftly turned his gaze downwards to see a female goblin standing directly in front of him.

“How polite of you to say,” Astarion sneered, sharpening his gaze at the little goblin. “And you smell utterly dreadful. Is that all you wanted to say to me or can I be on my way?”

The goblin chose to ignore his statement and instead took a deep inhale of air through her nose. Her eyes grew as big as saucers as she inhaled and she stared at him intently.

Shit. She can smell Ria.

“There’s something in your pocket, isn’t there?” The goblin said, folding her arms across her chest. “I can’t quite make it out, but it’s different to whatever poxy perfume you have on, and the smell of blood in yer mouth.”

“That’s not for you to know,” Astarion hissed, flashing his fangs at the goblin. “Why don’t you mind your own business. Unless you want my fangs to meet that green neck of yours, you best move along.”

The female goblin nearly jumped out of her skin upon seeing Astarion’s perfectly white fangs flash in the sunlight and she immediately backed away from him.

“S-shit, sorry!” she exclaimed, panic evident in her voice. “I didn’t think a blooming blood-sucker could walk in the sun…you must be some freak or somethin’.” The goblin quickly scampered off, not daring to look behind her as she vanished into the hazy crowd.

The sudden outburst seemed to garner some attention as a few goblins had stopped what they were doing and eyed him up curiously. There was no doubt that they could also partially smell Ria’s scent to some extent, too. It seemed that his own scent wasn’t quite enough to mask the borrowers unfortunately. If any of the goblins stopped to really smell him, then he would be in trouble.

He had to get out of there. And fast.

Astarion wasted no time in melding into the shadows, something that came very naturally to him as a vampire spawn, and quickly vanished from sight. Ria was still safe inside his pocket for now, but he knew if the goblins were made aware of a borrower in their midst, it could end very badly for her. Perhaps it would be a good idea if they could mask her scent somehow. He snuck behind a large stone pillar, now out of sight from the masses of goblins and his own companions.

“Astarion?” Ria’s small voice chimed from inside his pocket.

He opened the lip of the pocket and glanced downwards at the tiny passenger he was carrying. He would never say it aloud, but as her little face stared up at him, he couldn’t help but to admit she did look rather cute. She was so tiny, so vulnerable, so fragile – it would be so easy for her to become injured if he wasn’t careful.

Not that he cared if she got hurt. She was just a borrower after all, nothing more.

So…why was he feeling a sudden urge of protectiveness when he looked at her?

He shook his head, dismissing the thought from his brain.  

“Are you just going to stare at me or will you tell me what’s going on?” Ria asked, bringing Astarion back to the present.

He blinked and flashed her a grin. “Well, I was just thinking that it might be a good idea to disguise your scent, darling.”

Ria’s eyes widened in realisation. “Oh…right. I can’t believe I didn’t think of that…” Her voice trailed off as her brain tried to think of a solution. “Maybe I should’ve thought about that before we left.”

“Perhaps that would’ve been a good idea,” Astarion commented. “It’s just fortunate that the goblin from earlier didn’t press me further. I thought my scent would be enough to mask yours, but it seems that you just smell so…” He paused as a grin tugged at the corner of his lips.

Appetising. That’s what he was going to say, but he held his tongue. He knew that teasing her like this when she was only just starting to trust him a little was a bad move, especially after she had asked him not to call her things like that from now on. Still, he couldn’t deny that she did smell delicious. Even with the masses of goblins around him – who significantly had plentiful more blood – her blood sung to him the loudest out of everyone there.  

“So…what?” Ria said, her tiny brow furrowed as she craned her neck up at him.

“Never mind,” Astarion chuckled lightly, attempting to shake the growing thoughts of hunger out of his brain. “Well, you know what I mean, anyway. I’m sure you heard the conversation with the goblin. We really do need to hide your scent somehow.”

“You do have a point.” Ria pursued her lips in thought. “I need to have a better look at what’s going on outside.”

He watched the borrower as she wriggled around until her tiny head just barely managed to peak out from the lip of the pocket. He imagined she must’ve been standing on tip toes just to reach that high.

Ria’s gaze searched the Goblin Camp, concentration hardened her facial features as she tried to think of what to do. After a few moments, her eyes finally settled on a large tub where some goblins were collecting alcohol from.

“That’s it!” Ria exclaimed, pointing towards the tub full of booze on the other side of the camp.

Astarion glanced down at the borrower and then his gaze flicked to the giant tub of booze she was pointing at. Multiple goblins were walking up to the tub to take a swig of alcohol in large mugs, some of them downing their drinks as if it were only water.

“Hm, the pungent alcohol would most certainly cover up your scent,” Astarion said. “But getting you in the alcohol, however, seems like a risky move. Are you sure about this?”

“You’re a rogue! Use some of that dexterity of yours!” She flashed him a small smirk. “Just dip me in the booze quickly and then I’ll be out in a second. I’m sure a vampire spawn can handle that.”   

Astarion arched an eyebrow, wondering just where the sudden burst of confidence that she had was coming from. Not long ago she had been deathly afraid of letting him hold her, now she was placing even more of her trust in him to pull off a stunt that could backfire badly if he didn’t do it carefully. Still, he wasn’t going to let a borrower downplay him like that.

“If you insist,” he replied. “And I suggest we do it quickly. We really don’t want to attract any more attention to ourselves.”

Ria gave him a small nod in reply before she vanished into the inside of his pocket again to conceal herself. With their new goal in the forefront of his mind, he clung to the shadows of the camp to pass by unseen until he reached the large tub. Very swiftly he reached into his shirt pocket and plucked Ria in between his index finger and thumb and leaned towards the large tub of booze.

“Do it!” Ria whispered fiercely.

Before Astarion could do anything, a strong force collided into the back of his legs, causing Ria to fall out of his fingers as he was knocked forwards. All he could do was watch as the little borrower fell out of his grasp, followed by a small plop as she disappeared into the liquid.  

Shit!

Seething with anger, he whipped his neck around to see who the culprit was and his gaze fell on a goblin who looked like they were on the verge of passing out.

“Oh man, I could go for another-HIC!” The goblin spluttered, the smell of beer radiating from his mouth as he wobbled around to gain his footing before passing out on the floor.

Astarion rolled his eyes and hastily returned his attention back to Ria, who was now, quite literally, swimming in the tub of alcohol.

“Hey, you’re holding up the line!” A raspy voice hissed to his left, and he noticed yet another goblin standing close to him. “Hurry up and grab a drink, we all want some!”

Growing somewhat stressed now, Astarion snatched up a nearby cup before returning his attention back to the tub. Ria had fortunately resurfaced, looking rather dishevelled and shaken up, but otherwise she was alright. He wasted no time and scooped her into his cup, keeping it close to his chest as he attempted to sneak away from the masses of goblins that were starting to cluster around them.

“Hey! Where do you think you’re going?” The same goblin with the raspy voice from earlier tugged on his armour, stopping him in his tracks.

Astarion immediately grimaced.

This can’t be good.

“Don’t mind me,” Astarion replied through gritted teeth, wanting nothing more than to turn invisible. “I’m just passing through.”

“Not without having a drink you’re not!” The goblin persisted, clearly somewhat drunk, and clung on stubbornly to his light armour. “You look as pale as a bloody ghost. I’m not letting you go until you’ve drunk every drop from your cup!”

The commotion had now brought even more attention to him, as Astarion quickly realised that multiple sets of eyes were glued to his frame and watching his every move. No matter how he looked at it, there was no getting out of this.

He tentatively gazed down into his cup, and saw Ria’s little face staring up at him with pleading eyes. She could obviously hear everything that was going on, and judging by the petrified look that was painted across her face, she knew exactly what he was going to do.

“Go on!” The goblin pulled on his armour once more, and Astarion had to restrain himself from biting the creature’s head off with how hard they pulled at the fine fabric. “You could do with some colour in your cheeks.”

He pulled his lip into a thin line as his gaze flicked back down to where Ria was sitting in his cup. All the colour had drained from her face as she stared at him with watery eyes, she looked as if she had been crying. Knots twisted in his stomach as he felt a wave of dread wash over him as he tried to rack his brain to think of an alternative. If he pretended to drink, there would be the chance of Ria falling out of the cup and to her death, which he wasn’t going to risk.

The only other option was to drink.

He gave her a wink before mouthing the words ‘I’m sorry,’ silently to her, and her eyes widened in response as he brought the cup towards his lips. The beer hit his tongue and he immediately had to force himself not to spit out the liquid as he took a forceful gulp. He had never been one for beer, wine, on the other hand, or better yet, blood, was more to his liking, but it wasn’t as if he had a choice in the matter. His attention on the beverage was soon replaced as he felt something soft and warm press up against his lips.

Ria.

Her tiny hands were pushing against his lips, her body squirming as gravity pushed her rather forcefully towards his mouth. He was very careful not to swallow her, and rather gingerly he used the tip of his tongue to push her tiny body away from the inside of his mouth so that she wouldn’t fall in.

He pulled the cup away from his lips and glanced downwards at the goblin. The goblin was still stubbornly standing beside him with narrowed eyes, very clearly not impressed with his half empty cup.

“I said drink all of it you elf pansy!” The goblin exclaimed. “That was merely a sip! Come on, you aren’t leaving until all of that is completely gone, and I’m going to look at your cup afterwards, so make sure you guzzle it all down!”

Oh dear.

If the goblin was going to investigate his cup afterwards, he had to ensure that it was completely empty.

Ria wasn’t going to like this.

Very slowly the cup was brought to his mouth once more, and this time he took a hungrier gulp than before. He could smell the overwhelming fear from Ria as she was once again pressed against his mouth, her tiny hands scrambling across his lips, and this time, he didn’t stop her from falling inside. With a final gulp, the borrower disappeared into his mouth and he sealed his jaws shut.

[brick-a-doodle-do]

Ayyooooooo Brick~beloved😁

Its a new year!

And with it, have to start with a bang!

So!

Vamp au, how does interactions look between the vampires as bats and Tommy? I have the mental image like a mother bat with a baby, that Tommy sleeps hanging upside down with sbi or mayne flying around with them? Also whatever sounds they make or instinct can also play a role, some bats just look like puppies with wings🥺

And for angst👀 you said they can go feral after not drinking enough blood, how does Tommy react? Maybe it happens while he s friendly with Wilbur and he lashes out🤔🤔 can't imagine him being friendly after, and Wilbur s gonna have to try and convince him he won't hurt him 😢

Also love the new hush chapter! Poor Tommy😭 i don't think his relationship with Wilbur s gonna be ok after that, that Wilbur s also gonna have to try and fix it😅

AYYYAA HELLO!! happy new year again! of course, what better way than vampire au? :D

awhhhhh i haven't given any thought to this but the mother bat thing is so cute— :( /pos

tommy definitely gets free rides from them (usually wilbur or phil) and tommy has 100% tried to sleep upside down and has overestimated his ability to land (he says that, he'll never admit that he forgot he doesn't have wings DSFDJS)

yes that puppy thing is adorable, i never really noticed that until i started looking up different kind of bat breeds,,

i can say that nose pets are a definite yes, especially when wilbur visits tommy to keep him company :D he kinda just crams himself in there and settles there for a few hours

tommy ALSO invests in more fruits. he already had a pretty steady diet of them before, but he'd always tried to even it out. but now after he sees wilbur eating them so much (especially ones he hasn't tried yet) he kinda caves and just abandons the other food groups lmao

angst!! >:] i feel like wilbur would be the one to forget to have blood strictly because of how often he uses the bat form, so what you're offering is closest to canon probably (i gotta point out that i love using "probably" and "i imagine" for my OWN work that i can easily confirm or deny something and make that that,,,, like its hilarious to me DHSFJSA) and wilbur would always have the back-of-mind "don't hurt him" thing, but still that can sometimes be overpowered by some more...intrusive thoughts and cause him to maybe accidentally stuff tommy in his mouth and get deadly close to...chomp, or draw his nails a little too close to tommy's skin, or even murmur concerning things under his breath that makes tommy just know to stay away from him. and i kinda want to treat the lashing out thing like being drunk, he has a bare understanding of what happened but he doesn't know the specifics and is just clueless when tommy won't talk to him or even look at him,,,,

aahhh thank you! i really think that chapter could've been drawn out and gone in a different direction and I DEFINITELY don't trust myself to ever write at night again but i'm glad you like it! :]

and yep their relationship is pretty much shattered DFSJD

[sizebrained]

Extra: First November Morning (Morning After Halloween Party)

I apparently have a thing for morning afters... CW: Adult themes, language, suggestive desires, mentions of nudity, mouthplay/light vore, fluff, angst! *** Cob took a deep breath in and out through their nose. They kept their eyes closed. They felt warm but it seemed dark for the morning.

They felt air rushing across their face. It was followed by a humming noise that filled their body. Sam.

Cob opened their eyes. Sam's whole face was hovering just above Cob. It was no wonder it seemed dark, she was blocking out everything else with her sheer size. Even the morning sun.

Cob realized they were lying on their back on the bed. Their body was trying to get away somehow, but couldn't move. They could only sink deeper into it as Sam's large, bright green eyes drilled into them.

She looked a lot more like a cat right now than someone who had spent the night dressed as a big red dog.

Cob felt their heart racing from being the center of the huge human's attention. Sam was all Cob could see looking up from far corners of vision in both eyes. She was everywhere and so close. They could feel the mass of her hovering over them.

Cob felt even smaller than usual.

Cob was stunned by how pretty she looked even after such a terrible night. Cob wanted to look down at the rest of her but knew they'd be noticed Sam was so close.

It didn't look like Sam was wearing any clothes. Cob's breath quickened.

As they were lost in their thoughts and feeling a little trapped, a long strand of Sam's curly hair fell down and smacked them right in the face harder than they would expect.

"Oh geez I'm sorry Babe. Here..." Sam said in a soft whisper. Cob stared at her plump lips moving as the words left her mouth. They were getting lost in thoughts about Sam's mouth again.

Thankfully, Sam interrupted their train of thought by bringing her massive fingertip to Cob's face.

Her fingertip would easily cover Sam's whole face and then some. Cob's breath halted as Sam stroked Cob's cheek and then curled the finger around the strand of hair lifting it up and away.

It struck Cob that this was a very intimate way for Sam to choose to move the hair. And she was taking her time. They weren't entirely sure what was happening but they wanted it to keep going.

Sam bent her hair wrapped finger at the knuckle and tucked it behind her ear. She did it so slowly. As the hair moved, Cob could smell the fruity hair stuff she used that they loved.

"Good morning by the way babe. How'd you sleep? Uh my breath doesn't smell too bad does it?" Sam said covering her mouth with the same hand that had just moved her hair.

Cob stared at each of her fingers nearly twice the length of her whole body. She had such big hands for a human. Everything about her was so big.

They saw the light shimmer off her nails still painted bright red. The night before, Sam had asked for their help getting ready for the party. Cob was thrilled when Sam asked for help painting her nails. They were only too happy to make sure the edges and corners were perfect. Sam noticed. She had told them it was the best nail job she ever had. Cob was worried she was just saying that, but the look on her face seemed sincere. "No, no, no, it's uh fine. You're really close though..." Cob said hearing their heart pounding as the back of Sam's fingers covering her mouth were almost brushing against their chest as they lay frozen in place. "Oh sorry..." Sam's large body rustled the sheets of Ben's bed as she adjusted to push herself up and give Cob space. "No, no, no...that's uh fine too. It's...nice. You're just...uh..." Cob started but lost their train of thought as they watched Sam's bright eyes perk up and take in their small body. "I'm what?" Sam asked in an even softer whisper. If she was any closer she'd be talking right into Cob's body. There was a look in her eyes that Cob didn't understand.

It was like she was waiting for Cob to say something even though she knew what it would be. Sam was so in control but still letting Cob prod and lead. "You're so...beautiful..." Cob finally managed to get out. Sam only smiled and lowered her face down until the tip of her nose was pressed into Cob's forehead. The soft point of it didn't hurt. It reminded Cob of how much more body it was attached to and could press down on top of them. It was so delicate and deliberate of her. Cob held their breath without realizing it. They watched her lips filling their view as she spoke. "You saved me. Cob you're so...you saved me," Sam whispered. "It...was...it was...nothing...it..." Cob stuttered. "It was everything. Thank you. I don't know what would have...if you hadn't been with me," Sam said before pausing. She lifted up her nose and saw Cob take a deep breath. They were panting. Sam kept her head up just enough so that she wouldn't go cross eyed looking at them. "It was really Hazel who saw it and she just somehow told me in time so I tried to think of some way to..." Cob was talking fast trying to diminish Sam's praise.

Sam interrupted.

"Can I give you a kiss...to thank you?" Sam asked in a slow whisper. Cob thought they might still be asleep. They felt like they were going to pass out from the pressure building in their head. Their heart pounded in anticipation. Cob only nodded. Sam chuckled. "I need to hear you say it's ok Babe," Sam reiterated louder. "It's ok!" Cob blurted out before Sam could finish saying Babe. It made Sam smile. She licked her lips once to make sure they weren't dry. Then she lowered her face down and puckered her lips as she pressed them lightly into Cob's face. It got even darker for Cob as she did. They felt their face moisten from the lips that stretched above her head past her chin.

Cob didn't know what to do. They didn't know what they even could do. They stayed frozen in place as their body tensed then relaxed suddenly. It was the greatest feeling Cob had ever felt.

Cob wondered if they should kiss her back or would she even feel it. They weren't even sure what was happening as the moment continued. Then Sam's lips lifted up off their face. Before Cob could do anything else they were back kissing their chest this time. Cob made a whimper like noise. Sam lifted their face up quickly. "I didn't hurt you did I?" Sam asked worried. Cob was panting and staring up at Sam wide eyed and needy. They shook their head. "No. It...it didn't hurt it..." Cob started before Sam interrupted them again. "Good," she said simply before returning her lips to Cob's chest and torso. Cob whimpered again and tried to stay quiet but couldn't. Sam's nose brushed up against their chin. It didn't hurt but it felt like they'd brushed into a wall she was so much bigger and immoveable. Cob was confused by how delicate she could be at her size. "Sam..." Cob cried and brought her hands up holding onto both sides of the bridge of Sam's nose. Sam merely made a questioning "Mhmn?" humming sound as she kept kissing Cob relentlessly over and over. From their face back to their torso. "Don't stop..." Cob begged under the assault of the enormous girl's lips. Then suddenly it did stop and Cob looked up panting at Sam who had a devliish grin on their face. "I wasn't going to, but I was gonna ask you something..." Sam said before lowering her face again and brought her lips to the left side of Cob's head nearly pressing into it. "Do you want to be in my mouth again?" Sam asked in a knowing whisper that filled Cob's head with the sound and desire of it. "Yes..." Cob said as they turned to lay on the side of their body and look at Sam. "Then...I think you should get out of that costume first...and watch your tail," Sam instructed. Then Sam giggled while she laid the side of her face down. She licked her lips and opened her mouth wide. Sam stuck out her tongue and then rolled it upwards like she was licking the air inviting Cob in. Cob's whole body shuddered. Outside of Ben's bedroom, Hazel was still fast asleep in her own bed on the top shelf of the bookcase. It had been a long exhausting night. She was rudely awakened by the feeling of something heavy nudging her back. Hazel groaned and rolled over to face the culprit wake her from the dream she was having but couldn't quite remember. She opened her eyes to see Ben's face filling the bookcase. He was leaning in and threatening to crush her things with his big clumsy head. "Ben?! It is far too early for you to be waking me," Hazel groaned and rolled over with her back to him.

Ben's eyes scrunched up in confusion at her, his big eyebrows moving like they were animals of their own.

"It's almost 4 in the afternoon..." Ben said. "In the bloody afternoon?!" Hazel repeated surprised. She never slept this late. "Uh yeah...I was getting bored and didn't want to make too much noise. I think Sam and Cob are still sleeping," Ben explained clueless as to what had actually been going on behind his closed door.

"So you decided the best course of action would be to wake ME up?" Hazel asked as the annoyance seeped through her words. "Uh yeah..." Ben replied stopping himself before he apologized. Hazel stood up out of bed facing him. Ben's head moved back silently out of her bookshelf to give her some more space.

She raised her arms up over her head then bent down at the waist and touched her toes. Her tail stood up straight and swished back and forth a few times. After his comment last night, she wasn't about to make the mistake of doing such a movement with her rear facing him. Hazel stood back up and crossed her arms as she twisted her torso from side to side. She finished stretching and walked to the edge of the shelf taking him in. "Where on earth is your shirt...and why on earth are you...wet?" She asked confused as she looked down over his body going all the way down the floor. When she looked him up and down, Hazel sometimes felt like a mountaineer taking in the view of a spectacular climb that had taken a whole expedition to reach.

Ben just went on forever. She didn't think she would ever get used to it. Part of her didn't ever want to. "Oh! I...uh...went for a run but I didn't want to wake up Sam and Cob by changing so I just ran in this..." Ben explained. "A run," Hazel repeated.

She was surprised that he had been quiet enough to come and go without her waking. She must have been tired.

Normally she would climb onto his shoulder, but she hesitated with him being semi-nude again and covered in sweat. Hazel noticed that he seemed to be standing strangely and her eyes narrowed questioningly. "What are you doing?" Hazel asked suspiciously. "What do you mean?" Ben asked trying to be nonchalant but she knew him too well. "Are you...oh dear lord...are you flexing right now?!" Hazel asked as a smile crossed his face. "Uh no..." Ben lied and shifted in place. He had been flexing. He was trying to show off. "Ben..." Hazel started before considering her words carefully. He took a step closer to the bookshelf and held onto the top of it with one bent arm. She watched as he very obviously flexed the bicep filling one vertical length of it making the muscle swell out rounder. Despite herself, her heart skipped a beat at the size of him. She could not be this weak around him all the time. She had said too much the night before and it went to his head. "You...are incorrigible," Hazel finally said regaining her composure. "I'm...not...sick," Ben said not sure what that word meant and guessed. "That is very true," Hazel said laughing, not bothering to explain further.

Ben gave her a pouting expression. He lowered his flexed arm and offered his flat hand for her to climb onto. She did so without waiting afraid to test his sensitivies any further. She looked up at him, right at his eyes. His stupidly captivating eyes. Hazel hoped Sam's didn't have the same effect on Cob as Ben's did on her. Ben walked with his one hand in front of him with Hazel standing on the palm like it was very practiced, and it was. He went over to his door and gently lowered his head to press his ear against it. Hazel could already hear the sound of the shower running without being against the door. Ben pulled the side of his head back away from it figuring it out for himself. He turned and walked over to the kitchen counter. Hazel stayed silent thinking about Cob and Sam outright sharing a bed for the night. And possibly a shower now.

With Cob having moved in with Sam some time ago, Hazel could at least pretend their situation was similar to hers and Ben. But she worried Sam would be too much for their sibling. Hazel leapt off of Ben's hand as it lowered to the counter to land easily on the shining white expanse of it.

Ben turned his back to her and went to the fridge pulling out one of the sports nutrition drinks Hazel thought were revolting. She noticed he bent down far lower than he needed to and seemed to shake his rump from side to side in a very exaggerated way. "Ben I swear..." Hazel warned crossing her arms. "What?" Ben looked back over his shoulder at her for a second before standing up and walking over to her again. He shook then twisted the drink open and started chugging it while not breaking eye contact. He was so tall and wide that it almost didn't look right. Like he wasn't quite real and it threw Hazel off more and more. She had expected to get used to it, but she couldn't. Then he would have the gall to do something like be cute or look at her a certain way that made her weak in the knees. But this morning she was resolved. "I swear if you do not stop flexing and being bizarre and put your bloody tits away I am moving out," Hazel admonished. It made Ben cough and almost spit out his drink mid-gulp. "My tits?" Ben asked and flexed them one at a time so they would bounce rhythmically. It did not look sexy and he knew it. The look on his face wasn't helping.

He was trying to make her laugh. She knew it too. It was so good to see him coming out of his shell these past few months. She never would have imagined the boy who seemed more frightened than her when they had first met making jokes like this. She loved to see him happy. Hazel also knew that wasn't all that she loved about him. She sucked her lower lip into her mouth and ran it across her teeth to try and keep from laughing. Thankfully, Ben was interrupted when his bedroom door opened. Sam emerged with a towel wrapped around her head and she was wearing Ben's robe. She locked eyes with Hazel and closed the distance between them with a few steps. Sam's knees bent and she crouched down bringing her face level to the counter as she held onto the edge with both hands. Hazel took a step back a little flustered by the quick and deliberate movement. "Hazel. Thank you. For last night. Cob told me how you were the one who noticed what that guy was doing...was planning...and thank you. Thank you so much," Sam said very slowly. Her eyes starting to tear up as she continued. "Of course," Hazel replied trying to pinpoint the newfound feeling she felt for Sam.

There was something about seeing her go through everything that filled Hazel with the kind of empathy she used to get with her suffering patients. "I don't know how I can repay you," Sam said. "Do not be ridiculous. You saved Cob remember? You've probably saved them more than I am even aware of these past few months. I understood our agreement. We would look after one another correct?" Hazel asked looking behind Sam over at Ben. He stayed still watching the two talk but locked eyes with Hazel. It made her heart skip a beat again. She stayed staring at him for a long moment. "About that..." Sam said making Hazel look back at Sam only to find the same green eyes staring back.

Hazel thought it was wildly unfair for them to be born with those eyes. "We need to talk about a part of that agreement," Sam finished. Hazel raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "Which part exactly?" Hazel asked sharply but she could already guess. "The part where Cob and I don't...well..." Sam started before clearing her throat and standing up to her full height again. She crossed her arms too.

It wasn't that she found squatting to be uncomfortable, but wanted every advantage she could get for the argument she was expecting. She would probably look far more intimidating if she hadn't been drowning in her brother's robe.

"Cob and I...we...Well we have feelings for each other. More than friends...feelings," Sam explained. "I have suspected as much for some time," Hazel said flatly. "I promised you I wouldn't cross any lines, but I can't keep that promise anymore...I..." Sam stopped for a second looking for the words. "If you hurt them I will crawl into your bed while you are asleep with a sharp needle and..." Hazel warned before Sam interrupted before she could finish her very specifically detailed threat. "I would never!" Sam said. "In my experience THAT is something you can never promise nor should you try," Hazel growled. Sam sighed and nodded. "I would never hurt them intentionally, you should know that at least by now," Sam said not looking at Hazel anymore but staring away thinking. "I do," Hazel said then thought to herself for a moment.

The silence was heavy and thick. Ben broke it by opening the fridge for another drink. "Cob is...has been...an adult for some time. I...they...well...They should get to live and experience the same things I did. Although, I cannot say I ever experienced anything close to you..." Hazel said to Sam. But she was staring at Ben as she spoke. Ben's heart was racing as Hazel stared at him and he stared right back in silence. He took a sip of his drink and looked away. "You do not have my blessing but you at least have my consent that that part of our agreement need not apply any longer..." Hazel finally said.

Sam took a deep happy sigh and clutched her chest with one hand. "That's such relief. It would have been real awkward if it wasn't ok with you because we just fucked our brains out," Sam admitted. "You what?!" Hazel exclaimed. Ben was sputtering and coughing having actually choked on his drink over his sister's words. "You didn't have to tell her like that!" Cob exclaimed suddenly popping out from the pocket on the chest of the robe Sam was wearing.

After the two had finished and showered, Cob had been hiding and listening the whole time from the robe. Cob look flustered for a moment but then they smiled sheepishly at their sister. *** End

[vorish-wonderland]

OH MY GOD...THIS REQUEST IS BASED ON A DREAM I HAD...

Tw: implied past death/fatal/digestion,kind hearted pred((unless the people did something worse)),terrified unwilling prey,soft/safe vore/mouthplay?...

What if mallues was a giant fae who was kept by royals as a way of executing subjects who broke rules like stealing and disobedience, what if y/n was a servant who tried to steal a jewel feeling bad but had to feed there friends since not much food was getting produced there and the Queen caught them sentencing them to death,

Obviously the way everyone went...being sacrificed to the fae, and everyone gathers to watch and the Queen throws y/n in the chamber to where mallues was kept and he'd eat them which terrifies them and they'd start sobbing uncontrollably but after everyone leaves he let's y/n out like he always did with sacrifices unless their crime was much worse than stealing, he'd then hold them close comforting them till they calm down and he'd escape with them this time back to his realm and he'd make sure that queen was dealt with aka **gurgles in digestion**

Includes: (well, the tws are included in the ask... do I really have to include them down here too...?)

★✦In A Dream✦★

☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ

"For your crimes of theft, burglary, and resisting arrest..."

There was a long pause as you waited in anticipation.

...

"We sentence you to death."

A mix of cheers and boos filled the hall as you stood there in shock.

Death is a sentence the Queen handed out quite often, but... you didn't expect to be punished so severely for your crime, you had expected the Queen to have at least a shred of mercy, but...

You're going to die just for wanting to feed yourself and your friends.

Not to mention... the Queen's execution method is horribly slow and painful... being swallowed whole and alive by this gigantic fae the royals had caught.

Your death is going to be hours long and cause you indescribable agony.

Is your crime really worthy of the worst death imaginable...?

You couldn't say anything. Tears formed in the corners of your eyes as you started to imagine your death, it wouldn't stop.

"P-please, I... just have some mercy your majesty, please-!"

"Silence." She demanded. "I can't even bare to look at you, disgusting criminal. Take them away."

You screamed, cried, protested in whatever way you could as you were led away...

You were then thrown into a large room. You could see everyone staring at you. The public just loves watching executions...

You saw bright green eyes staring at you from the darkness.

...this is how it ends, huh.

You were grabbed by a giant clawed hand, lifting you upwards towards your death.

The mouth opens. You feel the warm breath on your face. You could only stare at the sharp teeth, pieces of bone that could kill you instantly... that would be a much easier death, right...? A sudden pain, and then nothing. But no, you have to-

You were shoved into the mouth.

It tossed you around in there... you didn't know what to do, you couldn't think of anything to do.

The only thing you could do was just... cry, and panic.

You could barely even bring yourself to struggle. You knew it would be entirely useless, so... why even bother...?

And then you were swallowed, just like that.

You slid down its throat, you didn't know what to do or how to feel... all you knew was that you were scared.

You could still, just barely, hear people cheering and applauding... people cheering and applauding your death.

You kept screaming and crying, hoping that somehow your pleading would reach the ears of the giant.

No, that wouldn't work. You knew that.

And now you're... in its stomach. Acid surrounds you, it'd be about up to your knees if you were standing upright.

So this is it. This is the end of your story, of your life, of everything.

It would have been horrible. It would have been so painful, but...

That... wasn't what happened.

You saw green sparkles suddenly surround you, lighting up the area entirely. And suddenly, you were out, you were once again being held by his surprisingly gentle hands.

Of course you started panicking, what else are you supposed to do?! What just happened?! What's going on?!

He suddenly presses you against his chest.

"Please, calm yourself. You're completely safe."

"W-what?!"

"You aren't injured, are you? If you aren't, then go on, run away, far away from here..."

"What's going on, I... I-I don't understand!"

"Unless the crime they've committed is especially bad, I tend to let criminals go." He explained. "You haven't done anything... bad, have you?"

"N-NO! I'M INNOCENT, I PROMISE, I-I PROMISE!!" You sobbed.

"Perhaps I... shouldn't have joked about that after what you just went through..." He said, apologetically. "What's your name, human?"

"Huh? It's, um, (Y-Y/N)..."

"That's a good name." He pulled you away from his chest and set you on the ground.

"And... uh... what's your name...?" You nervously asked.

"You may address me as whatever you'd like."

"Oh, ok..." You thought for a moment. "T-Tsuno...taro...? B-because of those... um... horns."

"...I was struck with the strangest sense of déjà vu just now... I wonder if we've met before, perhaps in a dream..." He said to himself. "...that queen of yours is so cruel... but most of you aren't, correct?"

"Of course not. There aren't many as terrible as her..."

"You must be important if I've dreamed about you... tell me, human..." Tsunotaro paused. "Would you like to leave this accursed placed with me?"

"I thought you were... trapped here?" You asked.

"No. I could've left whenever I wanted to, but I never felt quite inclined to." He placed you on his shoulder. "So. Would you like to leave here with me? I'll bring you back to my realm with me, where you'll be safe I assure you."

"Yes, I... I'd like to leave here with you."

"...so it's decided."

Tsunotaro stood up, completely destroying the room he'd been kept in and a good part of the castle.

"Hmm... you know, without a sacrifice, I am quite hungry... while I'm still here, why don't I deal with that cruel queen of yours?"

The queen was in part of the castle that had been destroyed, and was staring u at Tsunotaro, terrified. She started screaming and crying when he grabbed her and started pulling he upward. It felt cathartic.

Tsunotaro tossed her into his mouth and quickly swallowed her.

You felt ever so slightly bad for her...

But not enough to really care.

"And that takes care of that." He said. "Now, (Y/N), we should get going."

[chuuyas-height]

Uhh I fell asleep so pretend you saw this on vore day🥲

This chapter includes: soft, safe, willing vore, mouthplay, brief mentions of nsfw (nothing too discriptive)

A Fulfilling Meal

[voraciousvore]

The Giant (1/16)

A giant/ tiny vore romance fantasy about a tiny woman that finds herself trapped in the clutches of a very large, hungry giant.

Total Word Count: 44,030

This is the first full story I ever wrote, and I didn't write it initially with the intention of sharing it, so it's a bit rough around the edges. It's also very bizarre and cringe, but if the idea of being eaten alive by a hot giant man titillates you, you'll probably enjoy it. If you decide to give it a chance at least read to chapter 3 because that's when the good stuff starts (lol).

This story contains tons of vore, mouthplay, fluff, some violence, and some sexual content.

------ Chapter 1 ------

The storm was terrible. My car practically swam through the rain. The windshield wipers, despite their frantic swiping, failed to make a dent in the deluge. Occasionally a flash of lightning lit up the black storm clouds, followed by rolling thunder. Even though the sun had just begun to set, the sky was already dark as night. I sighed and glanced at my cell phone. Still no service. I was driving through the middle of nowhere and had a long way to go. With the weather this bad, I wasn’t making much headway. Even with no other cars on the road I had to drive slowly due to low visibility. 

Just as I considered pulling over and finding a motel, a bolt of lightning shot out of the sky and slammed into my car. The suddenness of the event caused me to swerve off the road as I was momentarily startled by the loud explosion and blinded by the bright flash. My car rolled down a long, steep embankment, crashed into something, and everything went dark. I sat for a moment in shock, listening to the pouring rain. Tried to start my car. Nothing but smoke. Tried again. Nothing. The lightning bolt had fried the electronics. Great. 

I sat for a moment, pondering what to do. I couldn’t call anyone without cell service. I certainly didn’t want to go out in the rain, but staying in the car was not exactly a viable option either. The windshield was broken, allowing rain and cold to seep into the car. Waiting here would not solve my problems. My car needed to be towed and repaired. If I got lucky and followed the road I might be able to hitch a ride from a passing motorist. Resigned, I grabbed my raincoat, phone, and flashlight and stepped out into the rain. 

I started to trudge through the mud toward where I assumed the road would be. My car had slid down pretty far into the tall weeds. The vegetation here was odd, like grass but the blades were thick and came up to my chest. I stepped over a few fallen tree limbs on my way up the hill. When I finally reached the top I stopped, confused. The road was gone. I tried looking around with my flashlight but the terrain was completely different, just more mud and that weird tall grass. What the hell was going on? I turned and shined my flashlight toward my car at the bottom of the hill. The way it had rolled, the road would have to be here. Maybe the car had slid farther than I thought? I continued walking in the only possible direction the car could have come from. 

The rain continued to pour in huge fat drops splashing all over, obscuring my vision even with my flashlight. Not to mention the night seemed to have gotten even darker, except for the sporadic flash of lightning. I walked past a large boulder, another tree limb, large wet puddles. A deep consternation began to well up inside of me. None of this was right. I should have reached the road by now. Unexpectedly, I stepped on something crunchy and looked down. The sight gave me pause. I had stepped on a leaf--but this was no ordinary leaf. The leaf was bigger than my entire body. I pondered this mystery for a moment and looked around. What about the trees? I hadn’t noticed before because of the darkness that I hadn’t seen any trees, but now I could just make out massive silhouettes spaced out around me in the gloom. If those were trees, they were the biggest trees I had ever seen in my life. Forgetting about the road for a moment, I waded through the muck towards one of the large shadows to get a closer look. 

I didn’t think that redwoods were native to this area--hell, I hadn’t seen any on my drive over--so naturally I was curious. Finally, I got close enough that my flashlight could shine a light on one of the huge shadows. Except what I saw wasn’t a tree, rather than bark it was a smooth brown texture, almost like leather. I felt the rounded surface with my bare hand. Whatever it was, it was not a naturally occurring structure, but rather man-made. As I shined my light over more the mystery object I felt a jolt of shock as I recognized the details. I was touching the toe of a gigantic boot that was easily the size of a school bus. And the boot was not alone. I slowly raised my flashlight up to illuminate cloth pants, a towering leg, and the colossal shape of a man so gargantuan the light beam could not reach high enough to illuminate his whole being. 

My blood ran cold and I froze in place, unable to make the slightest movement. Had the giant seen me? I was so miniscule compared to his massive size. He towered over me like a skyscraper. A crash of lightning flashed across the sky, and for just a moment the colossus was fully visible. He was staring directly down at me from a terrifying height. At that moment my heart jumped into my throat and I turned to run as fast as I could. Despite my panicked efforts the mud sucked at my shoes and I could not run very fast at all. I blindly sprinted into a puddle and started treading water frantically, adrenaline coursing through my veins. In my haste I dropped my flashlight and one of my legs got tangled in some roots. I cried out in fear and struggled to free myself. Before I could escape an enormous hand plunged into the water all around me and scooped me up with ease. I couldn’t help letting out a squeak of panic as huge strong fingers thicker than my torso closed around my body, pinning my arms to my sides.  

I was then lifted up what felt like hundreds of feet into the air as the giant straightened to his full height. I felt dizzy and disoriented. Another bolt of lightning revealed a huge human face with intelligent eyes closely scrutinizing my tiny form. I could only imagine what he was thinking. I must’ve looked pathetic--drenched in water, shaking uncontrollably, like a drowned rat. Hopefully I didn’t look tasty to him. I felt a wave of nausea at the horrible thought that I could easily fit inside his mouth. He could probably swallow me whole without even chewing. I started to cry tears and squirmed in his iron grip, knowing all the well how futile my actions were. 

After staring at me for a long, agonizing moment, the giant opened the lapel of his coat and gently placed me underneath it against his vast chest, as if to shelter me from the rain. This action was the last thing that I had expected but it wasn’t entirely unwelcome. Finally, I wasn’t being pelted by pouring rain; his shirt was thankfully dry, his body soft and warm. I could hear the slow, rhythmic beating of his massive heart, so different from the frantic knocking of my own. His chest rose and fell with steady gusts of breath from immense lungs. Despite my fear the sensations were strangely soothing. The titanic wall of flesh I was pressed against began to move as the giant walked forward with powerful strides. I shivered and curled up as best I could to get comfortable.  

I felt confused, frightened, and exhausted. I was powerless to move or try to escape. What was going to happen to me? I could only speculate. Would I be gutted like a fish? Dismembered in a gory mess, my limbs torn off one by one? Dropped in a pan of sizzling oil and boiled alive? Or perhaps eaten raw, savored on the tongue like a piece of candy before being sucked down a dark gullet and dumped into his cavernous stomach still alive? As brutal as my imagination was, it was the last thought that made me shudder in particular. I collapsed inward on myself and wept until I was completely drained and lost consciousness. 

Chapter 2

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