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me and my giant mutuals standing around with crossed arms, spitballing all the different ways we can play with you while you have to struggle to pick which one of us to look up at

rubbing your little back, tucking you into your little bed, and kissing you on your little head to wish you the very best sleep so you can wake up rejuvenated and ready for toying again tomorrow <3

got this little cage pendant for stones, but i think a micro would be the perfect addition to go around my neck<3

so get in.

i keep telling you you’re not a pet, but you keep begging me for a cage, and so finally we compromise with one of those shark cages for divers and i put you in it at night so i can spoon you without worrying i’ll crush you in my sleep, but you keep telling me you’d like that, too

rescuing a helpless little tiny but oh no, i don’t have any pockets. you poor little thing, shaking from the cold, too. well, i do have a few places i could think to put you—if you don’t mind. and trembling like that—? so desperate against my fingers? i’ll let you take your pick. but you’ll have to be quick about it, it’s so cold, if you just keep standing there slack-jawed, i might have to pick for you

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.

fuck an unaware situation i love when the tiny thinks it’s an unaware situation only to realize the giant is hyper aware of exactly where they are and what they’re doing. every single move has been calculated. they have never once lost track of them through this entire encounter. it’s both terrifying to be so known—tracked—and hot to be so closely moderated, looked after, toyed with, what have you

roughing a tiny up and kissing it better like i wasn’t the one who did it. pressing their little form against my face so i can sink lips against the indentation of giant teeth marks like those aren’t my teeth on their shoulder. or conversely. exactly like i did that. nuzzling sensitive skin where they’re marked as mine and humming sweet nothings against it

something abt a tiny person shaking and curled up in the fetal position abt to beg for their life flips the same primal feeling in me i think most people feel for those rescue videos of abused animals except instead of just going aw i also get horny abt it

one of my favorite things abt tinies is looming over them just from being seated. and then standing up.

mostly hanging around a tiny while they’re at or above waist height (usually either on counter tops/building roofs or your person) + finally interacting on the same ground level for either the first time or one of the firsts since meeting and ho-ly. shit. they are… ‘tiny’ sure fails to describe it, doesn’t it? they’re tiny in your hand, close to your face, on a shoulder or in a pocket—below the torso? on the ground? by your feet? with all this towering distance between you but they’re right there?

they try to describe their perspective but ‘walking building’ doesn’t really capture it. you’re already a walking building. before, they would have to crane their neck up to look at you, now? down on the ground, they stumble and fall if they try to look higher than your hips. any sort of crouching or leaning over to get a better look at them triggers a whole new wave of instincts to get away from the gargantuan, moving thing—creature—person.

they’d always known, of course, logically, that there was this much of you, and you always knew there was this little of them, but the difference between knowing and seeing, hearing—feeling— is astronomical.

need 2 dominate a man with a kink for dominating tiny women. need to study him in a lab. need to put him in a petri dish and stare at him with unbreaking eye contact until he ugly cries

tiny man ranting abt how being this little is so emasculating and vulnerable and im like wow yeah dude but rly im just thinking abt how much more emasculating it could be if i pulled down his pants and started playing with his dick. he is starting to pick up the unsympathetic vibes.

storm raging outside and i’m giving my hyperventilating tiny edibles the same way you would give a dog hemp, then snuggling on the couch to pet them until they’re too sleepy and high to remember the wind howling and the rain pelting against the windows

giant talking to a tiny trying not to let it slip they have another one wriggling inside them like “a-ha, no dude, haven’t seen em. help look? ye-uh. sure” and as the first’s struggles intensify in protest, the giant can’t help but begin plotting for the right moment to get the second inside, too—trying to hold back in their false search for as long as they can, excitement creeping up inside them, hoping the second tiny doesn’t notice the way their eyes flutter shut from pleasure—god, they need more of this wriggling, this stimulation, this struggle, this power trip—and the second tiny is just so pitifully unaware of the threat looming above, hand trembling with anticipation as they cave and reach—

“h—hey, y’know—i think—i m—might know where they are afterall…”

a giant’s instinctual protective and possessive habits going thru the roof after the first time they sleep with a tiny—swooping them off their feet when they’re unsuspecting and lifting them up, up, up to meet lips with a rather forceful kiss out of nowhere, and the tiny kind of laughs it off like “what was that for?” and the giant, touch still lingering, murmurs, “nothing… i just remembered… earlier” and the tiny heats up against their skin and that just drives the giant wild too, like god can u imagine there’s this itty bitty person running around down there and they’ve been so intimately close to you, maybe even inside you… gotta keep em so close and safe now, they’re yours. they’re like a part of you, part of your body, just running around freely…. get back here

coming home after a long day to press your itty bitty form into the bed with lips, kissing you all over between telling you all the ways i missed you sooo much, even though it’s only been hours you’re just soooo cute and sweet i missed your touch and having you within reach i just want to keep you right here forever bc i missed you<33

stomach rumbling, sighing, going “man, i’m starving” before looking over at my tiny friend and seeing them tense, the split second of instinctual terror behind their eyes before continuing, “i’m gonna make something, you want anything?” and watching them process and try not to make the relief super obvious before they answer

i love tall tinies. there’s a 6’4 man and i’m gonna twirl him like a pencil between my fingers

need 2 bury u six feet deep between tits