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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
with size dynamics technically yeah there’s less of them than if you were the same size but your lips cover more of them at once so like. win if u ask me
brain so foggy and fatigued but kiss tiny…. this makes it thru
love the way tiny limbs—tiny hands—tiny feet—a tiny face—look disappearing between lips, the way they get pulled in further on a tongue. such a small movement, but so damning. they were already ensnared, but now they’re totally overwhelmed. overpowered. possessed.
“who are you wearing” but abt tinies
being a giant attached to a tiny noble in the ways knights and bodyguards are but also in the ways dragons are in GOT. like i’m not your pet, but i am a big thing with a lot of teeth and armor and i am bound by honor and oath to follow your commands and keep you alive as a physical representation of the political power of your house. and i’ll do it, sometimes grumbling or muttering, and to a lesser noble i might mind it more, but i am endeared by this silly little person playing this silly little game. holding them against the cold, and the dark, or when they’re scared. something big and grand, a factor in the political game but also outside it, above it
giant giving a human a doll, like a polly pocket or something and telling them to demonstrate what they want them to do to them
a giant making a tiny kneel is sooo. it’s so obviously unnecessary—they tower over them anyway, but somehow looking up from that little bit lower is just so humiliating, isn’t it?
trying to convince a tiny i’m not gonna hurt em but my lyme disease riddled hands can’t stop fidgeting or cracking all my joints like i’m about to beat somebody’s ass. it is not going well.
tiny trying to get my attention but my autistic ass lives in headphones. they think maybe if they just jump up and down and wave more it’ll work. i am pretending to still not notice bc the effort is cute
you shrink out of your clothes and i just start wearing them—what do you need them for now anyway?
neeeed to be mocked for the fact that even after several years of hrt my boobs are so small on your scale that you can't even feel them when I'm smothered deep in your tits. barely even feel them when you're rubbing my chest over with your fingers.
aw, you do, don’t you. so teeny tiny, each one is smaller than a nipple. it’s cute, though, to watch you squirm while they’re assessed. not much to grope at, but i’ll try. maybe they just need more blood flow to grow. plenty of regular massaging. they’ll never get to be as big mine, but not much of you ever will be, will you? yeah, shame. you can get lots of up close and personal inspiration for daydreaming, though. you want tits you can feel? here.