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Ahhh the angst! Bestie, you've outdone yourself again!

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

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.

#writing #giant male #tiny female #borrowers #tw: mouthplay #vore mention

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smolgloves · 2 days

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Me looking up at Astarion like:

The elixir of colossus and enlarge spell actually stack on top of each other, so naturally I had to try it for myself because I have the gt brainrot. So here we have a mini giant Astarion! Now if only the cutscenes kept him at this size 😭

#meme #how I wish i could look up like that at him

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smolgloves · 2 days

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G/T thoughts

You know what I really love in G/T?

This: The tiny's POV when they're thinking about all the things the giant could do to them without the tiny having any say.

This could be during fearplay or just the tiny's idle thoughts, yk?

Just, the tiny imagining all the ways the giant could hurt or subjugate or even end them, whether or not the tiny rationally knows that the giant would never do that to them.

The giant stroking against their back? It would be so easy for a fraction more pressure to be exerted to have them crushed.

A hand gently cupping the tiny in the giant's palm? A single clench of fingers into a fist would pulverize the tiny's fragile bones like they were nothing.

The tiny kept safe in the giant's shirt pocket? It would be so simple for the giant to forget them there, to make a single, casual move - an itch, even - that would painfully, fatally crush the tiny against the larger being's chest.

A shoe teasingly nudging the tiny's side on the ground? The sole of it could so quickly lift off the floor and come back down to stomp the helpless tiny beneath the heel of it.

Honestly, all this and more. I crave the drama it adds when the giant genuinely would never consider letting any of those things happen, so they don't understand why their tiny is still so afraid of them~

#prompt #this is certainly better than drugs

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smolgloves · 3 days

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She's adorable 🥰

I thought it was about time I included some information about my borrower oc, Ria, from my Baldur's Gate 3 fanfic, Bite-Sized!

Name: Ria ("little river") Marley ("marshy meadow") Age: 25 Gender: Female Height: 4 inches/10 centimetres Race: Borrower Class: Rogue Skills: Stealth, agility, persuasion, magic-usage, resourcefulness Other info: Ria grew up with her parents living in a house owned by a family of tieflings just outside Baldur's Gate. They lived happily there for most of Ria's childhood, managing to borrow safely and not revealing themselves to the family of tieflings that lived there. One day, however, when Ria was fifteen, her parents left on a borrowing expedition outside the safety of the house to Baldur's Gate. Days turned into weeks and her parents never returned. Eventually, Ria left the home in search of her lost parents, but she never found them. From that point forward she was by herself, searching for more of her kind, but she never found any. Eventually she accepted that she would never find her parents and sought a new place for herself to call home.

Character maker credits go to hunbloom on picrew. Read my fanfic here.

#tiny female #borrowers

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smolgloves · 3 days

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I would be begging this if I were a tiny

thinking about tinies who ask their giant to engage in consensual fearplay. idk it’s sort of like a roller coaster, you know you’re safe but you still wanna feel scared for a minute. the tiny just wants to feel the thrill of being grabbed by a giant but under safe conditions

#this is definitely freya later one

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smolgloves · 5 days

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Kel Group Hugs

Little belated but it was apparently Sunny’’s fictional birthday from Omori was a few days ago. And being so close to the hug holidays too i thought why not draw this. >w< And the others get hugged too! Muhahaha! Have some giant Kel everyone!

#art #tiny female #giant male #tiny male

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smolgloves · 6 days

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No cuz I loved that scene!!

that moment in Fivel Goes West where the little mouse sister is singing to herself and the giant cat villain finds her and she dances with his hand without realizing? and how she’s later taken under the wing of that giant pretty showgirl cat? oh my god. that movie changed my brain as a kid. genuinely. like

this was so formative for me

#animals #giantess #tiny female

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smolgloves · 12 days

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Ok imma use mods now lol

I found a mod for bg3 that lets you enlarge/reduce indefinitely, meaning you can be tiny or giant! Found it through this video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=36yOXI9JB9A

You were the first person that came to my mind when I found this!

*cries in ps5* oh my gosh, if I had BG3 on PC, then I would absolutely do this!! This is literally just a borrower/tiny pov for the game and I love it so much ahhh. I wish I could do this on the console version of the game ;w; now if only it didn't resize you during cutscenes it would be perfect! thank you for sharing!!

#misc.

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smolgloves · 12 days

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I found your BG3 fic on AO3, having no knowledge of g/t whatsoever, and found it so cute that I had to come find your tumblr to learn more! And omg the genre is adorable! I’m loving your fic: Ria herself is such a little (tiny!) badass, and the dynamics with the group are so much fun to read! Your style is really descriptive, too, and conveys a lot in the small actions of the characters.

The first chapter had me cackling at the accuracy — Ria is only alive and not-eaten because Astarion likes the sound of his own voice so much that he talked at her until Official Cat Dad Gale could notice and stop him (“What’s in your mouth? No! Spit that out! That’s people! Bad vampire!”). He literally cannot get out of his own way.

I’m so excited for the next chapter! Poor Ria, that her ally in finding Minthara is the smoothest brain in the party. And this will not be easy for Astarion to explain to the rest of the crew that *this one time* he actually wasn’t trying to eat her. So worried for our teeny friend! I guess worst case scenario… at least he’s undead? So, maybe Ria isn’t in *as much* danger, maybe? Would be kind of hilarious if Astarion knows so little about vampirism as to not even know that eating solid “food” (ie people) doesn’t agree with his undead organs.

So looking forward to Ria meeting Minthara! Ria may be small, but she’s still a tough little lass and I can see Minty respecting that.

Oh my goodness anon, you have no idea just how much this comment means to me - this has made my whole day, no, my whole week, and if I could frame a comment I would frame this one and hang it on my wall. It means even more since you had no idea what g/t was prior to reading my fic, and that is honestly so special to me that you took the time to read it (and liked it!!) and leave such a thoughtful comment. All I can say is welcome to the g/t community! It makes me so happy that you found the community through my fic and I hope you enjoy it! I have been laughing so hard at your description of Astarion finding Ria in chapter 1 and Gale being a cat-dad, like, I actually don't have the words because it's so goddamn accurate and hilarious all at the same time!! As for the latest chapter, I promise that Ria will not be taking a trip down Astarion's throat, so you needn't have to worry about that. Although if he were to swallow, it would be very bad for Ria as I believe in game Astarion can consume solid food, it just doesn't hold a lot of nutritional value for him. However, in my fic, vampires do in fact consume borrowers quite actively for their blood, so it would be a grim end for Ria if he were to actually eat her. ;w; Fortunately for her though, he has developed a small soft spot for her now so she'll be okay <3

Ria's encounter with Minthara is not going to go well. ^^; I don't want to spoil too much, but seeing as how Minthy was involved with trading borrowers for their blood in my fic, she thinks very lowly of them which you'll see in the next chapter when I get around to writing it. Anyhow, thank you so much for your comment. I actually can't stop smiling since I read it and it's probably the best feedback I've ever received for a fic, so thank you anon. <3

#misc.#this was oh so sweet 😭🥺#this wasnt for me but thank you for enjoying a gt fic anon #it makes us gt fanfic writers happy cause sometimes we feel like little weirdos #smolprism is so good 😭

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smolgloves · 12 days

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Not So Useless: Part 2

Chapter 1 Chaper 2 chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 chapter 8

Summary: After falling to the pit, Freya and Astarion must figure out a way... before time runs out

TW: Mentions of death and near death experiences. Not much going on in this chapter 🤷‍♀️ But it is a palate cleanser if you read sm0lprism's chapter 9 update lol (jk love ya, girlie 😘 ✌️)

Still alive, despite everything. Freya was no worshiper but after surviving a cave in, she just might want to meet the god who has decided to keep her safe and give them a proper thanks. She sat up and rubbed her eyes from the dust that now caked her face, taking note of this foreign surface that twitched underneath her. Freya let out a gasp when she looked down to find herself sitting on Astarion's hand! Everything happened so fast, she never had time to process when exactly he reached up to shield her from the fallen debris.

Freya slipped off his palm and Astarion let out a groan. Red eyes fluttered open before quickly sitting up to look over Tav; they limply laid across his lap. He glanced back over to the borrower. “Are you alright?”

“Forget about me, we need to help Tav!” She exclaimed, eyes falling on the sickly halfling. Despite still breathing, Tav looked even worse than before. Sweat drenched their brow as they shivered in the elf’s arms. No more time was wasted as Astarion quickly rummaged around his bag to tend to their wounds.

“That blasted hag!” He snarled, wrapping bandages around Tav’s side. “I'd rip her damn throat out if she weren't already dead!”

Freya kept her gaze glued to the vampire, the way his crimson eyes fixated on Tav's face, as if he was riddled with concern. No… it wasn't as if he was concerned for Tav's wellbeing! When she was a little girl, her aunt used to tell her scary stories about how vampires are horrid monsters that only care for blood, no matter how sweet their words were, their motives were always the same. But in this moment, Freya could not see a creature of the night, only a man concerned for his companion.

A putrid stench waffed the air, causing them to cough. The realization finally hit Freya, this plague was derived from the Deathsbreath spores, enhanced by vile hag magic to become more deadly than it originally was and now it was filling up this pit to claim three more victims before it faded away.

“What in the bloody hells is going on?” Astarion choked out.

“Deathsbreath, deadly enough as is, but worse… now that the hag messed with it.” Freya exclaimed, her eyes frantically searched for an exit. “We have to get out of here!”

“By the gods.” Any hint of color was completely washed away from the elf's already pale face. He quickly jumped to his feet, keeping Tav cradled in his arms as he searched for an exit. But any tunnel that came off as a route to the surface was effectively sealed off by debris. There were cracks and crevices that Freya could slip through but who knows where they would lead to? Even if a crevice led to the surface, Tav and Astarion wouldn't be able to survive long enough for her to find the group and dig them out.

There was a dry chuckle coming from Astarion as he sunk to the ground. “I'm granted freedom for the first time in two hundred years, and I'm destined to die beneath the earth. It's almost poetic really.”

“You're not dying.” Freya crossed her arm.

“You're not dying if you escape through these little crevices.”

“Do you just expect me to leave you two?”

“Why wouldn't you? You have what you needed from this experience and you have the ability to slip away alive.” He spoke in a flair, but underneath that was resentment in his voice, he must have realized how obvious his tone was because he gave a thin smile. “At least that is what I would do, darling.”

“Lucky for you, I'm nothing like you.” The borrower shot back, causing Astarion to roll his eyes. There had to be a way to get them out of here or at least shield them from the noxious gas long enough for her to get help. Her eyes darted towards Tav, whose skin was drained of color. Freya had seen other people look similar when they caught the plague, without a cure, they always succumbed to their fates, and Freya's heart sank realizing Tav was close to following the others.

The others didn't have a cure… but Freya did.

She practically ripped her bag open to take out the Aixosfeaf. Three leaves could certainly be enough to help her colony, now it was just enough to prolong their lives for Freya to get help. Freya hoisted the leaves above her head. “Here take this. It will help you.”

“But don't you need that to-!”

“Shut up and take the the bloody Aixosfeaf!” Freya snapped to silence him from making her second guess what she was about to do. “It works better when brewed into a potion but keep it under your tongue and the effects should still work.”

Astarion seemed to hesitate, staring at Freya as if he was expecting her to change her mind but his slender hand plucked the leaves from her and did as instructed, tucking the leaf under his tongue before doing the same for Tav. As Freya did the same, reality threatened to settle. The whole reason she ventured to this cave was for her colony, but now her ticket in was currently dissolving in the mouths of larger beings. Perhaps the hag was right, there was no guarantee her colony would accept her back even with the leaves, it was a desperate attempt to be seen as a hero to her people, but now she would never know.

Pushing aside her feelings, Freya examined the tiny escape routes at her disposal, while there was no clear indicator which ones could lead to the surface, a draft blowing from one crevice was promising. She peered down her jagged pathway, then glanced back towards Astarion and Tav. “Stay put while I find the others.”

He gave a mocking chuckle. “Hilarious, now scurry off like the mouse you are, be useful for once.”

No need to tell her twice, Freya slipped into the crevice and crawled her way forward. Rocks scraped her hands and knees, leaving small drops of blood to trail behind. She wondered if Astarion could smell her blood the further she traveled. The tunnel seemed dark and endless, she almosted feared she picked the wrong route until a ray of light illuminated the dark path. Freya couldn't scramble out of the tunnel fast enough.

The sunlight blinded her to the surroundings, but she could feel loose dirt beneath her fingers. A deep inhale had her nearly choke on the fresh air. Freedom at last, but there was no time to rest, Freya had to find someone to help!

“Aye, what's this?” A rough voice spoke, before stomping over to the borrower, Freya quickly blinked away her blindness to stare up at the unfamiliar voice.

A goblin towered over her, giving her a rotting smile that sent a chill down her spine. Freya pulled out her peashooter realizing she would have to fight. However, a ball of flame was flung into the goblin before he could make a move and he collapsed to the ground.

“I got the last of them, now we have to hurry and find-!” Gale's shouts fell silent as he glanced back over to the dead goblin and locked eyes with Freya. “By the gods, Freya!”

In an instant, the borrower was surrounded by Gale, Wyll, and Karlach, staring at her with wide, fearful eyes.

“What happened down there, little soldier?!” Karlach asked. “Where’s Tav and Astarion?”

“Alive… but trapped.” Freya wheezed out. “There's gas… they don't have forever… we need to hurry!” Her knees buckled and she let out a series of violent coughs. Hells, the Aixosfeaf was beginning to wear off and poison was catching up to her, which means Astarion and Tav might not have much longer, Freya had to pull herself together if she was going to help dig them out!

“Easy now,” Gale halted her from getting up. “You need rest, we can handle the rest.”

Before Freya could even protest, Wyll quickly scooped her up, his fingers protectively curled around her small frame. “I'll take her back to camp.”

Gale nodded. “Karlach, let's hurry.”

Freya only got a glimpse of Gale summoning spells at the fragile pile of stone while Karlach smashed at the wall, Wyll rushed his way back to camp, keeping Freya safely cupped in his hands. “Don't worry friend, we'll save them.”

Freya could only hope Wyll was telling the truth.

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smolgloves · 15 days

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I am losing it!!!

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!

Read on ao3

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.

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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.

#writing #tiny female #giant male #giantess #vore mention #food aesthetic #RIP Ria #she's not dying but she definitely is on the inside #the angst i can't

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