#was gonna turn this into a fic but i was hit with blank page woes

[the-messenger-of-the-gods]

thinking of tinies and micros in shark cages again actually. putting them in there and treating it like a wild encounter—bumping the cage, inspecting it and it’s weird little inhabitant—what is it? does it taste good? feel good? tilting your head back to clamp jaws around the cage from below, hearing them squeak this isn’t fair—no shark is this big, not even prehistorically—but still, you’re not relenting.

trying to touch them, teeth hooked onto the bars, shoving your tongue between metal until you feel skin. they squirm away, but you’re determined to get in a proper lick—just a taste. rattling the cage as you lower it deeper into your mouth, and the full primal fear kicks in—ok, you’ve had your fun, pull me out now—but they aren’t even submerged yet. what kind of diver is afraid to get wet?

the desperate waitwaitwait is silenced with the snapping shut of jaws. only the taut rope suspending the roof of the cage sticks out of your lips now, and you can’t help but give it an amused twang with a finger. inside, they’re clinging to the cage bars as they’re dangled over the expanse of a throat they can’t see, but can absolutely hear and feel—hot breath rolling in their ears and over their skin. they don’t dangle long, forced horizontally in the cramped space of the cage as you level your head, but it’s not like there’s much room outside of it anyway.

jostling them around with your tongue, teeth crunching down on the metal—you don’t have to be gentle when they’re so contained like this. protected and exposed all at once.

sucking on the cage, biting it, rocking it—opening your mouth and squeezing the cage between teeth, listening for cries of protest, but they’re so thrown, they can’t even form words as lips seal around the cage again to swallow—not the cage, but the drool from the thrill of it, from the basic sensation of something in your mouth, begging to be sucked down. and it’s tempting to try, even if they are tied to taut safety lines, but shark cages are much more a surface adventure—the pressure of the depths can wait. let them feel the cage is protecting them from the hungry shark.

by the time you spit the cage out, your little diver is soaked through to the bone.