Giving a Mage a Hand [Piss fic]
In the smallest of movements, his hand tilted to rest against her form. "... i'm here, owen. i'm not going anywhere."
The New Warden
Several packs of cigarettes, a few nugs of weed, a bottle of whiskey, and the smallest mp3 player she could fine, and even then they needed to bring in other rams with some extra cartons and a six-pack.
Sick Hearts
She milked him of every drop, skillfully coaxing even the smallest morsel from his flesh, and only once he was well and truly dry was she satisfied.
Goldilocks and the three bears
The rabbit after picking up the bowl then moved onto the next chair that was the smallest of the bunch and the art on it resembled that it was a child's chair but the size was not something that would fit a child.
Waking With the One I Love
Being planet side is wonderful," he said softly as his eyes opened just the smallest bit. the first thing he saw was an inquisitive looking white furred face just inches from his.
Predatory Lives - Chapter 1
His breaths lost their power, becoming more and more shallow, soon straining to even catch the smallest of puffs. his eyelids grew heavier and heavier until they closed over his amber pupils, his breaths as numbered as the claws on his paws.
Fathom's Phantoms, Ch 7: A New Day
A gen-2 armadillo, the smallest of the group snapped at the human. "shut up." even though the armadillo was the smallest, he still easily dwarfed victor.
Bounty of the Deep
Tracy remained the smallest, his wide hipped and large bottomed figure comically in comparison to his family.
The End of Demons
The orphan didn't say anything, his eyes slowly turning back to the smallest of the moons. "and that one? the smallest of them?" linda pointed. "that one?" altair sighed. "he's not the most powerful or the most respected of the gods.
Sloppy Seconds
"smallest stud first," he said, gesturing to ben. "fuck you," ben answered, and stripped off his shirt. they made me measure them. everywhere.
On Broken Wings
Of thought a little bit of mischief and love that life forgot a little bundle sleeping and curled through the night a little kitten weeping alone at dawn's fresh light these are the briefest moments, the wings on which we fly, the smallest
The Bar...
Long past that led to this place of there former selves, even on the highest of shelves, there isn't a trace what goes on in a voice that has no emotion the stories seem the same, filled with shame by name, all missing some kind of devotion to even the smallest