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You were looking so tired, so stressed, so scared, and oh so delectable.
Yes yes, you wouldn't have to run for much longer, he knew the perfect place for you to rest. He just had to wait until the next time you grew exhausted and stopped to catch your breath.
Not long thankfully, and you’d made quite a distance from the others, but not from him. You'd never thought to look up, as he followed you from up above, climbing across the walls with ease. Thinking yourself safe, you took a moment to rest, stopping to pant and gasp, unaware of him lurking directly above.
He almost giggled, if it wasn't for the fact you would've ran away if you heard. So oblivious, you stood perfectly in place, body slumped with exhaustion, the perfect prey, ready to be snatched.
He would not waste this opportunity.
Feet gripping the ceiling, it was just low enough that he could reach you, hanging upside down, hovering just behind you, hands poised just above your shoulders.
You let out a small breath, and he grabbed you, his hands gripping you from beneath your armpits, and lifting you off the ground with a single swift motion. You didn't react at first, not more than just a gasp, clearly taken by surprise, before your legs started kicking empty air, trying to squirm free.
You opened your mouth to scream, but he gave you no chance to, quickly shoving your head inside his mouth, and swallowing. He rumbled softly, pleased with how good you tasted, before shoving you in deeper, hungry to have you fill him up.
No kicking or screaming would stop him from gobbling you up whole. After all, this was for your own good.
Despite how efficiently he swallowed you up, he took care to be gentle, never biting, nor squeezing or gripping you too hard. He didn’t want to hurt you after all, he just needed to make sure his sweet treat was safe.
It wasn’t long before your shoes disappeared inside, Moon letting out a pleased sigh, as the rest of you slid down into his middle. Stuck out like he'd stuffed himself on thanksgiving day, a little portly, but not quite betraying that a whole human fit inside. He licked his lips, content.
He adjusted himself, curling up to grab the ceiling once more. Luckily, he'd managed to keep his grip despite your squirming, and fretted over his gut, making sure you weren't in an uncomfortable position. Still, despite his efforts to make you cozy, that didn’t stop you from screaming.
“Hush, your noise will bring the others’ attention, and I can assure you, they will not be as merciful as me.”
Your scream quickly died out after his words, and he let out a sigh of relief. Unfortunately, that didn’t stop you from sobbing, quietly, or at least trying your best to do so.
Moving into a more stable position, he began to gently stroke his gut, gently stroke you, humming softly to try and soothe you.
“Shhhh, it’s going to be alright, you're in the safest place in the pizzaplex, I promise.”
A choked sob escaped you, clearly not believing him, too skittish for your own good. Thankfully, he was used to unruly kids, so despite you not being a kid, he knew how to be patient. Agitating you would only make you less compliant.
“…let me out.”
Moon tutted, but continued running his hand over you in slow strokes.
“The others will get you if I do. They'll use their teeth and make you bleed. Do you really want that?”
You went quiet, contemplating your choices, not that it would matter. He would not let you go free, for your own good.
“Now rest. It’s way past your bedtime, I’ll let you out in the morning.”
He felt your body sag with defeat, as you realized struggling and begging would not help you. Good, it was about time.
Deciding you were being obedient enough to not make a noisy fuss, he slowly started to move once more, quietly making his way back to the daycare. He did his best to make sure not to jostle you, sneaking over the band's heads, them oblivious to the fact he was carrying the sweet little treat they were still searching for.
Thankfully, the trip to the daycare wasn't too long, nor did you make a peep, as he successfully slunk away into his home. Nestling himself into a makeshift bed of pillows and blankets, he focused his attention all on his midsection, all on you.
He could feel your breaths slow, heart quieting its pace, and he grinned wide with pleasure. Your sweet taste still lingered on his tongue. You felt so good, tucked away inside him, safe, his.
Slowly, surely, you succumbed to sleep, Moon giddy with quiet joy as you obeyed what he'd wanted. He rested a hand on his gut, your sleeping body, and focused on the long deep breaths, the slow rise and fall of your chest. All his to enjoy.
He'd keep his promise, eventually. He wouldn’t hurt you, that was for certain, but maybe, maybe he was tempted to keep you a little longer, just to bask in the sensation of you inside him. Safe, his, and maybe, theirs.
He hoped Sun wouldn’t mind their guest, and maybe, he'd be convinced to keep them safe to. Theirs to protect, to enjoy.
But for now, he’d lie here, and enjoy the feeling of you.