Giant (G/T) One-Shots

Snack Time

        There she was, looking into the face of death. A pure-bred killer. He had devoured hundreds of humans just like her in his lifetime. Now his eyes were locked on her with hungry intent. And he was purring. 

         "Go get real food! Leave me alone!" Rosemary hissed.

         "But I'm hungryyyyy!" Rufus whined. 

         "Then go get real food!" she snapped.

         "B...b...but I want a snack," he complained. 

         "What are you...five? Are you seriously having cravings right now?" she groaned. 

         Rufus struggled with human cravings. Most giants had human cravings, but their cravings were merely a light desire for humans like one might desire a burger. Rufus' cravings gave him nasty headaches that often left him incapacitated if not addressed. Not to mention he'd fall into irritable, primal trances where he'd lose his humanity for a bit. 

         His condition was treatable, but not with modern medicine. The only real treatment was to satisfy his cravings. Unfortunately, that was illegal in their modern society. Even eating a consenting human without killing them was completely illegal.

         The giant ginger rested his chin on the table she was working on. "I'm sorry, Rosie," he whimpered pitifully. 

         She rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile. "It's fine, jerk. I get it." 

         "I love ye."

         "I love you too, jerk." 

         The face of death grinned cheerfully. He plucked her up between two fingers. She yelped a little but quickly regained her composure. 

         "Bastard," she grumbled. 

         He eagerly plopped her into his mouth. His tongue was quick to taste her. She could practically feel the tension in his tongue ease as his jaw relaxed. He nudged her to the back of his throat and swallowed her down. He meditatively exhaled when the small weight landed in his stomach. 

         "Thanks, morsel," he murmured happily.

         "Yeah, yeah. Shut up, asshole." she huffed, "I should report you." 

         "Rosieeee," he pouted. 

         She could get him arrested for this. After all, she hated it. She'd never have to deal with it again. He would definitely get a life sentence if not a death penalty. He'd eaten many people in the past. Many of them didn't survive. 

         She could never really report him. Yeah, she hated it, but she knew he needed it or he'd end up hurting others and getting arrested. She also knew about his extensive body count, but she also knew how it haunted him. How he couldn't sleep many nights. How he'd go days without eating anything because mere carrots and sausages reminded him of his victims. How he often considered off-ing himself to prevent any future casualties. She couldn't imagine him dead. She couldn't even imagine him not in her life. It's why she could never report him. She would gladly go through it over and over again if it kept him safe and happy.

         She smacked the nearest wall. "Quit whining. You know I'm not a snitch."

         "Thanks again, morsel," he hummed. 

         She sighed. "You're welcome, big guy. But don't make a habit out of this." 

         He laughed, shaking her world. "No promises. I kinda like snack time." 

         "Of course you do, beast," she grumbled. 

         "I'm na' a beast. That hurts m'feelings." he complained. 

         "You're just a big fucking baby."