#spicy gt

[spicygloves]

Just A Taste

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

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

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

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

“Having a bit of trouble, are we?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Anytime darling.”

[kendsleyauthor]

"Beg me for it" - Andres and Lorelei 🙃

Beg Me For It

Print / Trinket Universe

~400 words

Warning: Sexual content

@marydublinauthor 🌸

Put all of it below the cut bc it really hits the ground running LOL 🔥'

“Dirty rotten bastard,” Lorelei snarled through gritted teeth.

She laid back on the pillow. Bare. Vulnerable. All while Andres kept teasing her like the dirty rotten bastard that he was. She loved him, but god, he knew how to drive her insane. Complaining only made him more inclined to tease her, but the craving ache in her body wouldn’t let her be quiet.

“What?” Andres asked innocently. He lay on his side, head propped up with one arm while he touched her with his other hand. His languid expression was a far cry from his perpetually stony face. Finally, he’d found a hobby outside of chess that made him truly happy—annoying the shit out of her when she was riled up in bed. 

His fingertip traced along her hip and teased between her thighs, then promptly pulled back. He’d been dragging it out for a few minutes too many, pretending he was about to pounce on her, only to slow down and change his mind. 

“You know damn well what,” she said, hearing her own petulance and loathing that he’d coaxed to that tone. 

Fed up, she started to push herself to sit. Like lightning, his clever touch returned—all it took was one fingertip to pin her back down. He traced the swell of her breasts, exerting a gentle pressure that she was in no hurry to squirm away from.

“Rude,” she grunted.

The smirk that lifted the side of his mouth made her insides coil with anticipation. He leaned closer, closer—finally. He pressed a kiss to her abdomen, lips trailing downward, then back up. 

“Do you think insulting me is how you get what you want?” he breathed.

She whimpered, kneeing his mouth and earning a gentle nip of his teeth at her waist. She would have kicked him for more, but his mouth moved higher to kiss her shoulder and neck. 

“Beg me for it,” he whispered, words hot on her skin. 

Loreli clenched her jaw. When it came down to it, neither of them could resist making everything a game. And he had been winning this one—at least up until that moment. He finally just gave her a way to beat him. Her desperate pout lifted into a triumphant smile. 

“Por favor,” she said. “Mi rey. Mi vida. Ayúdame.”

Sure enough, his breath caught. 

She had him. “Puedes tenerme,” she moaned. “Soy todo tuyo.”

He was frozen for only a second before he pounced, smothering her with the affection she demanded.

Finally.

[smolgloves]

Hey so I wrote a low spice Freya and Astarion mouthplay fic.

I don't feel comfortable posting nsfw stuff on my gt blog even though it is rather tame but still wanted to showcase it here in some way. Give it a read if you're willing, I'd really appreciate input on my first spicy fic. 🥺👉👈

But minors, please DNI!

Just A Taste

[bittykimmy13]

Do you have any tips/advice for writing spicy scenes, especially in a g/t context? I love the spicy stories you write but feel a bit awkward when I try to write one myself.

OH the awkwardness is all part of the process for me tbh! It depends on the characters ofc, but a lot of the spicy situations I write involve exploration and creativity by nature.

Spicy advice under the cut!

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As with any writing, the best thing you can do is get your uninhibited ideas/draft on the page, then worry about refining/editing later. Feel safe with the knowledge that your first draft (and as many drafts as you want after that) is for your eyes only, until you decide the moment that other eyes should behold its beauty. Embarrassment is out! Sluttiness is in!

If you're trying to come up with ideas for a spicy scene, ask yourself:

Are the characters practiced with each other or still new to being intimate? Would they acknowledge anything that feels strange/new because of their size difference?

What prior experiences do these characters have, either with each other or with previous partners?

How can your characters' personalities play into the intimacy? Is the giant the type to love looming? Is the tiny excited by the idea of being so small yet so effective in their lovemaking?

Which sensations can you highlight/amplify, especially ones they may not be used to yet? (Touching in intimate spots with size difference in mind, the feeling of full-body kisses, etc.)

What sort of kinks might they have? (For example, Jon and Sylv have a food kink. Cliff and Zia have a thing with drinks.) Are they shy or forward about these kinks in a way that could add more dialogue/beats to the scene?

If you want your scene to be grounded in some emotional context, what has been going on in the characters' lives lately? Is this spontaneous spiciness, or something they've been looking forward to?

Is there an imbalance of nervousness vs. confidence between the characters that adds to the tension? How do they address that?

Are there any insecurities with their sizes? Does the tiny feel totally safe? Does the giant feel too big? Are they worried about not being a right "fit" for each other? If so, are they holding back, or ready to barrel past any insecurities?

What's helped me a lot is letting go of the idea that it's going to be perfect and nonstop sexy. These are extreme size differences we're working with here--things are gonna be WEIRD. Sometimes a bitch is gonna ride a giant dick and that's okay 🎉

[driveintheaterofthemind]

5 Random Pulps

[allblackeverithing]

I’m so bad in eye contact during a conversation - but if you beg me to deeply look you in the eyes during any spicy activity - I will - and I will not stop

[arcadewonder]

[ ♬ ]

[smolgloves]

Heads up there is a gt sex scene! But all the gt moments are to die for!!

So, about Gen V...

Gen V is good. Maybe I'll make a commentary when the season's over like I did with I'm a Virgo - a show you should also watch on Prime Video - and it's good as a whole so far (as it should be, being part of The Boys' universe), but the content I came for is the quality I wanted. So, I'm happy for now. 😁

[theoryandahalf]

Lee: "You can't just say we were sharing spicy messages!!"

Matt: "We can share spicy messages! Is that a bad thing?!"

Lee: Ahh...Might have to call HR

Ash: "No Matt, he means like SPICCCYYYY"

Matt: OHHHH

Meanwhile Rachel from HR:

[belethlegwen]

Do those two ever kiss? I think they should kiss, I think it’d be good for their mental wellbeing if they just smooched eachother.

Melanie’s lips probably feel weird to Henry, what with the size, but I bet they’d both like it.

Oh, Anon.

Those two absolutely do get to the point of kissin', I promise. It is also very good for their mental health (once they work through some fuckin' baggaaaage) when they finally get there.

I've previously posted a few snippets of future-things I've written re: the two of them smoochin', and I'll include those under the cut, but in the meantime please enjoy this gorgeous piece by @aaytaro-gt of their first kiss that she drew based on the first kiss snippet I posted:

To see the little snippets of kissing for yourself, please see me below the cut:

[Spoilers ahead for The Rescue]

Welcome, to the Kissy Stuff:

Full disclosure, these bits were all written a very hot while ago (over a year now for at least two of the clips) and will likely need some heavy editing before the whole piece finally someday gets posted.

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He stepped back closer to her face, just enough to caress her lips with his hand, marveling at the feeling of them as her eyes blinked and looked back up to the ceiling with another soft, moaning breath. “I understand, but while I won’t go there, that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t. Is there anything else you want me to know?”

Melanie’s head shook subtly, her hand moving slowly to slide under the blankets as she fidgeted, notably uncomfortable. “Just be delicate?”

Henry was enamored by such a timid question, compelled to laugh but restraining himself. “I will,” he promised warmly, stepping closer to her again and bending down to kiss her upper lip, the giant woman freezing in place and holding her breath anxiously until she felt him step back and turn away from her face again.

“I…” she started quietly as he pondered what to do next. “This feels… different from the kind of things we had talked about the other day.”

Henry’s head cocked to one side as he thought back on the conversation, “how do you mean?”

“I remember you saying you weren’t necessarily a romantic,” she mumbled. “This is… much more romantic than I would have assumed you’d be.”

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“Do you like it?” He asked quietly.

“I like it lots,” she replied drowsily and he watched her smile, one side of her face pressed into the overstuffed pillow, her eyes closed. 

“Then that’s what matters,” he replied warmly, bracing his feet near her collarbone as his hands moved to caress her jawline, her head tipping up carefully under the guidance of his touch. He closed his eyes as she took in a sharp, small breath and held it, freezing in place as he kissed both of her lips in turn.

Hazel eyes were open, flitting to try and focus on his face briefly before darting away. One of his hands lightly scratched around her jaw while the other softly caressed her cheek as it became warm and flushed with color.

“You act like you’re scared of me,” he chuckled lightly as she released a short, tense breath.

“Sorry,” she whimpered, trying to barely utter sound with him so close. Her breath brushed warmly over his bare skin and he bent to kiss her cheek as she leaned subtly into the stroking of his hand, her eyes drifting closed again. 

“You’ve nothing to apologize for,” he said soothingly.

“I wish I could kiss you back.”

Melanie’s voice, still fading into lethargy, had an undertone of longing in it that seemed sad. “You can,” he encouraged her, “I would like it very much if you did.”

“No I mean,” she mumbled, a tired moan escaping between her words, “like a real kiss.”

“This is real,” he whispered, stroking her cheek again as he bent toward her lips. “So kiss me.”

Henry pressed his mouth firmly to her top lip, and felt the strange and enticing sensation of her lips pursing, pushing up faintly as if she was putting the smallest amount of strength she could behind it, meeting his lips and chin as delicately as she could manage. He shivered as they parted, taking in the most gentle of breaths around him, the cool air rushing into her from across his cheeks and around his neck, feeling like it sucked the breath out of him.

He moved to stand and her head moved up just slightly, the tip of her nose coming almost alongside his face as her lips pursed again and landed against his chest, the sensation incredible yet fleeting as her head fell heavily back into the pillow with a slumberous smile. 

“Goodnight, Melanie,” he said softly, stroking her cheek one last time as her body shifted under him again, her head tipping back to the side on the pillow as she drifted away. “Sweet dreams.”

“You too, please,” came the slow and caring reply.

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He didn’t have time to think of anything else to prod her with before her hand dropped on him, pinning his arms with fingers as her other hand came up to fiddle with the holster on his side. “Hey!” He exclaimed, trying to lean up to see what she was trying to accomplish. “What are you doing?”

“Disarming you,” she said firmly, her finger and thumb gripping the hilt of his short sword and pulling it out of the sheath, her other hand pinning him firmly as he tried to wriggle, legitimate concern crossing his features.

“Be careful with that,” he hissed worriedly, “it’s very sharp, I worked on it yesterday.”

Melanie smiled warmly at his concern, carefully pinching the thing in her fingers and leaning over to place it onto her nightstand before moving back over him, releasing him slowly. “Just trying to make sure I’m at the mercy of slightly fewer sharp things while you’re acting up.”

Henry smirked, the relief he felt after she had safely moved the sword away allowing him to sink back into the large pillow again. “I only bothered to bring the sword today, I doubt there’s anything sharp enough on my person to cause you actual concern beyond that.”

“Your tongue comes to mind,” she shot back, her fingers moving back to the god damn belts again, Henry having mostly gotten one of them undone and making it significantly easier to finally unbuckle. “I’d disarm that if I could, make this entire situation much easier.”

“Why don’t you come down here and try?”

His voice was softer, playful, but teasing in that way that made her heart stop. Her eyes moved quickly from his body to his face again, seeing the color of his flushed cheeks, those blue-green eyes sparkling up at her over a lopsided smile as he bit his bottom lip. His smile grew and he leaned up expectantly while her own face went bright red, her eyes dashing away from him.

“...tease…” she mumbled quietly, a smile making its way onto her lips as her eyes moved back. His eyebrows raised while a grin stretched his square beard near the corners of his mouth.

Henry’s eyes closed and she carefully lowered herself to him, one hand coming up to slide against his side, fingers slipping around his torso while he lifted an arm to tenderly caress her chin and cheek as it came toward him, their lips meeting the way they did every time. His mouth pressed into her lower lip, her plush lips gently wrinkling around almost his entire face, making him smile as he felt her breath snag in her chest and throat like always. 

Melanie’s cheek got hotter under his fingers and palm, her thumb sliding onto his lap and up his torso while she pursed her lips delicately against him, the feeling of his lips pressing back into hers making her chest feel like it would explode as her pulse came back, pounding harder than ever. The small sailor’s own pulse fluttered against her fingers delicately like a butterfly, his chest leaning more and more against her thumb as he pushed forward. As always, she grew worried for him and tried to pull back, and as always, he brought his other hand up to the opposite side of her face. Pressing his palms against her, gripping her with his fingers he tried to pull her back into him, his kiss becoming more intense and passionate as he used every ounce of his tiny frame to keep her there; to stop her from running away.

Giant lips softly parting made way for the cool rush of air that sent up shivers and goosebumps over every tiny inch of him, the sensation of having his own breath almost sucked from his body as she let herself breathe. His hands stayed on her, his fingers just barely relaxing their grip as they stopped digging into the soft, warm flesh of her chin and cheeks, but still wanting to keep her there.

The weight against her hand as he let his small body slump into it comfortably, his head turning and his lips quickly peppering both of hers with tiny pecks as they both smiled, caused her to practically melt onto the mattress more, her head sinking lower towards his lap while she did. 

Henry broke the silence as she let a relieved sigh out around his midriff, the tip of her nose having fallen to rest in the middle of his chest; his hands having slid up her cheeks as she moved. Now he was rubbing one in gentle, soft circles against her warm, blushing skin while he rested his own warm cheek on the bridge of her nose. “That was the best one yet,” he quietly praised her, playfulness in his tone. “I didn’t have to force you down for nearly so long this time. You’re getting braver.”

Massive hazel eyes flickered open only to confirm she could see nothing of him but a blurry mess, closing again as the rumbling of her voice-- soft and gentle as ever-- resonated through him at this distance as if it was vibrating his very bones. “I’m so scared I’ll hurt you somehow,” she sighed, and he turned his head to kiss between her eyes, still petting her soothingly.

“I know you are,” he cooed in gentle reply. “But I do love the feeling that you’re trusting me more and more to let you know that.”

A small huff of breath left her nose, blowing down the front of him as her face sank just a bit more. The tiny man spread his legs out wide around her, letting her chin rest on the pillow gently between them as he pulled his knees up, leaning his legs against the sides of her face. “I’m glad,” she offered quietly after a moment while her hand squeezed around his body tenderly. “I really do trust you, you know.”

“Not with a sword, apparently,” he quipped to her, reaching up to tap her forehead lightly as she chuckled. He smirked, letting her hold him in place as she leaned her gargantuan torso back up and away from him again, his eyes following hers while they opened overhead. “That’s because I trust you to always be a shit,” she retorted, both of them laughing.

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Someday I will post the full works with these scenes in them, but they're a ways away yet. In the meantime, I hope this brings you some joy, and thank you so so so much for the ask! I really did love to see it and it was so nice to be given an excuse to dig up those documents again <3

And I always love looking at that piece by Aaytaro. Truly wonderful stuff <3

[tinycoded360]

Friends Out of Water Chapter 2

Author Note: I decided to continue this; I like them together. This is gonna be my attempt at romance, lol. 

Ana lay in the bathroom sink. Her tail swished back and forth in the cool water. Ana had been shrunk for a day now. Forest had come back from work with things for her tank. A filter system and other comforts for her, he refused to let her see, saying it was a ‘surprise’. Ana had been amused at this. She had let him pick her up. She can feel the echoes of his warm skin on her body. She found that she liked him picking her up in his big hands. That part of her tiny problem she didn’t mind.

The gentle hum of the filter melded with the tinkling chime of water being poured. Forest arranged colorful gravel on the bottom of the tank. Then he placed vibrant water plants, their roots nestling into the pebbles, leaves reaching towards the light above. Before re-doing the tank, Forest had moved it into his bedroom, clearing a space for it on his desk. This way, he could keep her close.

Forest chuckled at the next thing he put in the tank; he hoped his tiny aquatic girlfriend found these as amusing as he did. He pulled out a collection of western-themed props from his shopping bag. A tiny plastic cactus and two little hideaways. Each with a funny fish pun on it. One was a little inn called the ‘Finn Inn’ and the other a little jail called the ‘Gill-ty Jail". He chuckled at the thought of Ana seeing them, hoping it would coax a smile from her and ease some of the tension she had been feeling in the past twenty-four hours.

Ana waited in the bathroom sink, feeling anxious and excited. Although she had always been fiercely independent, dependence on Forest was inevitable in this shrunken form, stirring a whirlpool of conflicting emotions within her.

When Forest finally came back to collect her, Ana felt a swell of affection towards him. Gently, his hand reached for her, fingers curling around her diminutive form with care. Ana clung to his fingers. If she didn’t need water to breathe, she’d linger in his palm, safe in his warm grasp.

Forest’s hands hovered above the water's surface. His fingers unfurled, releasing Ana into the shimmering confines of her new home. The transition from air to water was seamless, a silent splash that enveloped her in familiar coolness. She felt his gaze upon her, steady and reassuring as she acclimated to the change.

Ana darted forward and examined her new area with a flick of her tail. The water plants swayed with her passage. She liked this added touch; it gave her some sense of privacy instead of leaving her exposed in an open area.

She approached the western-themed decor with measured strokes, her eyes narrowing at seeing miniature shelters and cacti. Forest's attempt at humor did not escape her notice; she put her hands on her hips and locked eyes with his grinning face. She gave him a big eye roll.

Circling the props, she could feel Forest's attention on her as he watched her explore.

Forest leaned on the edge of the desk, his eyes never leaving the miniature mermaid as she navigated the confines of her new home. The wonder never ceased, seeing Ana with her blue scales and flowing hair. A part of him was thrilled that he could hold her in the palm of his hand. Holding a shrunken person like her was a secret, impossible fantasy he always had. And here she was, a dream come true. He would never tell her this, afraid of making her upset or uncomfortable. He knew how hard it was for her to lose her independence. Underneath his fascination and wonder, he felt protective and an urge to make this as easy as possible for her.

"Is it too warm? Too cold?" he asked, his eyes flicking to Ana, who now had her arms crossed on a plastic Barbie toy made to mimic an inflatable pool mattress. He had bought a few things for her from the toy section, thinking they would be useful for her new size.

Ana shook her head, her dark hair billowing in the water like seaweed caught in a gentle current. "It's just right," she replied, the gills on her back fluttering slightly as she took in the carefully conditioned water. Forest's attentiveness to her comfort made her feel cherished, even in this strange, scaled-down world.

"I got sushi for us for Dinner, and I figured we could watch a movie?" Forest asked, his tone soft.

"How I’m gonna watch a movie in a tank?" Ana asked, her voice tinged with humor.

“Oh! I got this smaller fishbowl. I figured I could hold you in it, and we could ‘sit’ on the couch.” Forest explained.

“Oh….that would be lovely.” Ana smiled at her giant boyfriend.

“Great, let me get changed, and we can eat.” Forest smiled down at her, he then moved to change.

Ana circled the perimeter of her aquatic realm, the novelty of the western-themed props now lost to the shadows that crept into her mind. Her thoughts darkened with each languid flick of her iridescent tail, spiraling downward with fears of abandonment. She imagined Forest's life without her – a normal-sized girlfriend who could walk beside him, not confined to a glass box of water. Her heart grew heavy with the image of herself as nothing more than an oddity, a conversation piece for curious strangers, or worse, a specimen trapped in the sterile hands of science.

She paused behind a plastic cactus, her gaze following Forest as he changed his clothes and tidied the room, seemingly content with this situation. Her anxiety within her refused to wane, whispering cruel possibilities into her ear.

"Ana?" Forest's voice broke through her reverie, his brow furrowed with concern. He had noticed her withdrawal.

"Is everything alright?" he asked.

Ana hesitated, then nodded, though her eyes betrayed her unease. She couldn't voice her fears, not when he worked so hard to help her or looked at her with such genuine care.

Forest stared at her for a moment longer than he reached into the tank, offering his hand to her. Ana hesitated but allowed herself to curl against his cupped hand, settling atop his warm skin, feeling the steady thrum of his pulse.

"Hey," he said softly, a smile tugging at his lips, "I'm here for you, okay? Always." His eyes locked onto hers. He raised his hand closer to the surface, allowing her head to break the surface but allowing her gills to remain in the water.

Resting atop Forest's hand, Ana took a deep breath, her gills fluttering with effort. The warmth of his skin was a comfort, but it couldn't dispel the chill of her fears that had settled in the pit of her stomach. She peered up at him, her eyes searching his.

"Forest, can I... can I tell you something?" Her voice was a mere whisper, a tremble in the water.

He nodded, concern creasing his brow. "Of course, Ana. You can tell me anything."

She hesitated, her clawed, webbed hands tightening around his fingertip. It was now or never. "I'm scared," she admitted. "Scared that one day, this—us—will just be a novelty for you. I'll be nothing more than a pet you grow tired of... or worse, an oddity to show off or sell."

Forest's heart twisted at her words. "Ana," he began, his voice steady and sincere, "you are not my pet. You've never been, and you will never be."

He leaned closer, his gaze soft and unwavering. "And I want to protect what we have. Not because you're some exotic creature but because you mean everything to me. Because I love you, Ana, for all that you are."

Ana watched him, her heart pounding with hope and longing.

"I love you too," she replied with tears in her eyes.

Forest smiled back at her and lifted her out of her tank. He gently slid her into the smaller fishbowl. She slid in with a small splash. She sloshed around in the water as Forest picked up the bowl. “Let 's go eat.” Forest said while smiling at her.

He settled onto the couch, the bowl cradled on his lap, providing Ana a front-row seat to the evening's entertainment.

"Movie night," he announced, hitting the play button on the remote. The screen flickered to life, the opening credits of an adventure film rolling across the display.

Ana's gaze shifted between the movie and Forest's face, watching the changing expressions cast by the moving images.

The flickering light from the television screen cast a soft glow on the small fishbowl as Forest chuckled at a scene, his laughter a deep rumble that resonated through Ana's watery enclosure. He reached over to a plate on the coffee table and picked up a piece of sushi, holding it just above the water's surface. With practiced grace, Ana leaped slightly, her tiny webbed hands grasping the treat before she submerged again, savoring the familiar taste of the ocean in the rice-wrapped morsel.

"Like that?" Forest asked, amusement lacing his voice as he watched her eat.

Ana nodded enthusiastically, her delicate fins fluttering with delight. She ate until she was full. She swam around her little bowl, only half paying attention to the movie. She felt restless. She wished she could curl up with Forest instead of having a wall of plastic between them. She longed for his touch.

She floated to the top of the bowl, propped her arms on the edge, and peered up at Forest.

"Forest," she began, her voice barely above a whisper to ensure he'd lean closer. "Have you ever thought about... taking a bath with me?"

He paused, mid-bite of popcorn, and looked down at her, his eyebrows arching in surprise. The corner of his mouth twitched upward. "A bath, huh? That could be interesting."

Ana's heart fluttered at the openness in his tone, at the possibility that he might consider her proposal. She imagined the warmth of the water enveloping them both, the freedom of movement she would have without the constraints of glass walls or fear of suffocating, the chance to feel his touch in a way she hadn't since she'd been reduced to this miniature size.

"Think about it," she urged with a coy grin. "It could be... fun."

Bonus: pictures of the props Forest bought her: 

Chapter 3

[kendsleyauthor]

Golden Hour

Shot in the Dark (Canon)

~1500 words

Warning: Sexual content, minors DNI

Summary: In the peace and quiet of the wilderness, Jon and Sylvia explore a new level of intimacy while navigating their stark size difference.

This story takes place about a month after the first book in the series! Jon and Sylv have made out a lot at this point, but this is their fist time going a bit further 😘

Co-written by @marydublinauthor 🌸

“How much further do you want to go?” Sylvia called back to Jon.

Climbing over a lichen-covered fallen tree, Jon joined her at the edge of the tree line. He surveyed the stretch of land below. “Let’s stop down there at the water,” he said. “That’s a perfect spot, right?” 

He would hear no argument from her. Sylvia was elated to be in the tranquility of the sloping forest with him. 

Her human. Even after nearly a month on the road together, it still felt surreal to have her affections returned. 

Sylvia flew by Jon’s side as he trotted down the grassy slope towards the creek. The sun was dipping low between trees, bathing the world in a cozy amber glow. 

“This is very romantic,” she said, flying backward to fix him with a coy grin. Her stomach somersaulted when Jon laughed, looking down at himself sheepishly. 

“We haven’t had a moment alone for like, nine days,” he said. 

“Not that you’ve been counting.” 

They shared another knowing laugh. After taking an exhilarating swoop through the branches, Sylvia circled back down to land on Jon’s shoulder.  

It pleased her to see the gentle look on his face, knowing that he felt a connection to nature here, too. He was nothing like the disgusting beasts she had been taught humans were. He noticed the crop of wildflowers growing along the creek’s bank, the sparkle of golden hour sunlight on the rushing water. He inhaled deeply when a breeze came through, tousling his hair. 

Filled with affection for him, she leaned into his neck and basked in his nearness. 

When he approached the water, he crouched near the bank. His fingers skated over the gentle flow of the stream. He even treated water with care, Sylvia thought, burying a smile into her hand.

The water was tranquil enough to discern their reflection. She leaned out and squinted. After regarding the two of them, she swallowed hard. She was so small on his shoulder. And she was certain that he was eyeing her position, too.

“So, what do you think?” he said. “Is this the spot?”

She snapped out of her insecurities and smiled. “The spot for what?” she asked innocently.

His hand drifted up to his shoulder, fingertips wet from the creek as he brushed her leg. “Whatever you want.”

Ever the gentleman, she thought. But her heart fluttered. For once, there wasn’t a time limit, and that simultaneously excited and flustered her. Without the excuse to hurry things up, she was nearly overwhelmed by the promise of whatever you want.

“Well, I know where I want to start.” She weaved through his fingers and fluttered in front of his lips. 

This, at least, she was very much used to. She leaned in and kissed him as she pondered how far she could allow this ago—what she could allow him to do. She’d been with many fairies, but Jon was so large and intimidating, gentle or not. She couldn’t simply pull him where she wanted him.

Jon lifted a hand under her, brushing against her dangling legs. He was getting so good at that—sourcing her position blindly and holding still so she could seat herself on his curled fingers. She felt the beginnings of possessiveness blossom as she let her weight rest on him. Her spot. 

His kisses deepened in reply to her eager hands against his jaw. A little moan crept out of him she nibbled him, like he had been waiting for this moment, counting every second. Sylvia froze up briefly when Jon placed soft, featherlight kisses to her cheeks—her traitor mark, too. She remembered in an instant how her beautiful face was now forever marred. But his affections didn’t falter against the puckered, inked pattern. Not for a second. 

The realization of this swelled like music in her soul, and Sylvia knew she needed his lips on more of her skin. She peeled off her forest green top, tossing it into the air with abandon. Jon drew back, drinking in the sight of her. She was still getting used to that hungry look in his eye, and wished she could hear what he was thinking. 

She leaned forward, happily bracing herself for more of his affection. But a little shudder passed his lips. The want on his face faltered and left her perplexed. Her insecurity resurfaced. As she searched his expression, she chanced a smile. 

“What’s wrong?” she asked. “Surely you’ve done this with human girls, right?”

Then it occurred to her that maybe he hadn’t. He looked worried rather than put off.

“You have done things before, right?” Her brow knit. “I mean, it’s fine if you haven’t, but I just assumed—”

Jon cut her off with a gentle kiss to the lower half of her face and a soft laugh. “Yeah, I have. But you’re not some human girl, Sylv. The last thing I want to do is scare you off by being too… excited.”

“That’s incredibly sweet of you.” She promptly followed that up by sliding her shorts off and kicking them off her ankles. She propped one leg on his fingers and let the other dangle, throwing her arm out in a dramatic pose. “I think I’m more likely to scare you off.”

“I’d love to see you try.” His other hand approached, a fingertip tracing along the curve of her hip, down her thigh. That slight bit of hesitation still laced his touch, making him pause too soon. 

She rested a hand on his finger, urging him to explore. She couldn’t deny that her heartbeat raced even faster at the thought of him being unfettered. 

“Lower,” she said, looking at him directly so he wouldn’t second-guess her surety. Golden sunlight danced in his eyes. “If you want to, of course. If I don’t like it, I’ll be sure to let you know.”

A glaze went over his face, like he was in a trance as her instructions settled in. Then, a devilish smile she’d never seen him wear took hold. His thumb brushed her cheek, while the index finger of the same hand pushed under her lower back and curled to squeeze her ass. 

“I’m dying to taste you,” he whispered. 

Jon’s lips moved over her again—over her navel, towards her sprawled legs. Sylvia breathed heavily, equal parts nerves and anticipation battling in her chest. A happy scream escaped her unbidden with the first brush of his tongue between her thighs. She clamped her legs together involuntarily and Jon stopped at once. 

“Sorry,” he blurted. “If you’re not ready—”

“No, please,” Sylvia leaned up, touching his chin. “Keep going.”

Slowly, a grin replaced his trepidation. “Yeah?” 

She leaned back and reached for her panties. Jon’s hands moved. His free hand stopped hers. A look passed between them. He took hold of the delicate fabric and tugged it down her ankles. 

Utterly bare and vulnerable, she held her breath as his fingertip traced up her calf, then her thigh. She shivered with delight as his touch slid in between her legs. Letting her head fall back, she shut her eyes.

“Still okay?” he whispered.

“Yes,” she rasped.

His fingertip stirred in a tight circle, making her back arch. Too soon, his touch abandoned her—but the soft heat of his lips swiftly replaced it. His huff of anticipation warmed the air around her.

Then he tasted her, and she could only whimper wordlessly.

When he flinched at the sound, she managed to breathe out, “Don’t you dare stop.”

She swore that his response was a deep chuckle, but all she could focus on was the sensation of his tongue. She rocked her hips up and down, biting her lip so hard that she nearly drew blood. With each new sound she made, Jon hesitated a little less.

She could feel how her enthusiasm invited his own vigor. Sylvia couldn’t deny the thread of fear that fluttered through her when Jon applied more pressure—utterly aware of the devastation he was capable of.

But he was careful, gentle, tender, hers. 

His free hand brushed a thumb over her breasts, his touch like an artist memorizing clay. Briefly, his thumb passed over her throat, and she let herself feel how weightless she was in his hands. 

She had no idea how much time had passed since they started, only that the sun’s golden glow was slowly turning scarlet. Sylvia thought she might die from pleasure from the combined sensations, but instead, she finished with a soft, musical cry. She was panting, blinking her eyes open to find Jon lowering his hand to look down at her. His tongue flicked over his lower lip, tasting her once more. He looked so pleased at the sight of her.

She beamed up at him, and they shared a breathless smile. His fingers curled protectively around her lithe, naked body as the wind blew through the forest. 

“Was that alright?” Jon asked. 

Sylvia flopped her head back, an enchanted giggle spilling out of her. Her bare skin tingled against the cool wind and Jon’s warm hands. 

“Yeah,” she said. “It was fine.”

[smolgloves]

Here's mine:

Through Glass by Stone Sour

It makes me think of a tiny who was mistreated and trapped in a jar or cage; giant is looking at them with pity and wants to help them

Song #3 by Stone Sour

Lyric: Let me take a step towards you, Let me feel you in my hands, Let me cross this line, And show you where it leads

Definitely the whole song gives me vibes of a giant and tiny who are first meeting and trying to get over the fears of meeting someone who is a different size than you.

Set Me Free by A7x

Maybe this song isn't so much as a gt song as it does reminds me of my story called Something in the Woods. A story about Katie who meets a giant named Barrett who was trapped on earth and has to stay hidden to get back home.(shameless self promotion)

Planets by A7x

Lyrics: You awoke the giants who were dormant in the sky

Pretty self explanatory: Celestial giant gods waking up

Paradigm by A7x

Lyrics: I'm way up, a god in size! Beyond the reach of mortals, I shed my human side!

Also pretty self explanatory, but maybe again, it's a giant who was once small but has become all powerful?

Yen by Slipknot

Lyrics: Can I hold you in my mouth, until I fade into this form? Can you cover me? Will you breath for me?

Sounds like vore but I just think of some spicy gt moments 😳

De sade by Slipknot

Lyrics: Pull the stitches tight until we sever, Break me in your open hands

I feel like this is about a tiny who is fearing they'll get killed. I know thats not what the lyrics mean but art is subjective

Safe and Sound by Capitol Cities

I think of a giant who is keeping a tiny safe from all the scary stuff in the world.

Are there any songs that give you guys G/t vibes or lyrics to a song that make you thing about G/t?

Tell my the lyric or song and tell me why it gives you a g/t vibe, I'm very curious which songs makes us think about gt. 😊

[gt-daboss]

GT July - Dream

"Dream? What dream? I never mentioned having a dream. You're delusional"

Switching topics, I am trying something new for this piece, instead of drawing in pencil, and then overlaying in pen, I'm skipping the pencil part to be more ~efficient~ sooo, lemme know if it made the quality drop harshly or something. I'm very curious on ppls opinions on this change, cuz i vastly prefer doing this over what I was doing before, not to mention it is a lotttt faster.

[bogirltalk]

That's a good point! I'm not opposed to allowing "spicy" talk about band members (since fics already exist anyway - what's the difference between a fic and someone writing an anonymous thought?). I'm just trying to figure out what our boundary should be to make sure it doesn't get too out of control, you know?

yea that was the whole point. our freaky minds aren't different from fics so i don't see why we couldn't talk about it. it was fun playing around with crazy ideas and tickets to paris :p

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[gayturians]

#wtf #i mean #you can also taste your food while you're cooking it? #i feel like everything should at least have salt and pepper #even if you're spinning the wheel for the other spices (via @el-oh-el-oh-el)

ah, see, if my mom is tasting while cooking, that means she couldn't make up her mind and we're about to try every seasoning in the house at once.

she does start with a base, but not salt. she uses pepper and garlic powder. she didn't want me growing up reliant on salt so she pointed me in the opposite direction. and it worked! i'm reliant on garlic powder.

my mom used our old spice rack like it was a roulette wheel. she'd spin the rack, grab a jar, give a sniff, and if it appeased her, she'd start sprinkling until i can only assume god or ancestors made her stop. she would repeat the process until she got bored.

i know this was her method bc whenever we'd compliment dinner, she'd go, "yeah, i wish i knew what i put in it this time!"