hi i’m cozzy. they/them or any pronouns. i’m 28 and i’ve been orbiting the micro/macro scene most of my life. this is also my general nsfw blog but almost all of it is gonna be micro/macro lbr.
i write a lot of sizey shit in my free time but rarely post anything bc i’m v v shy. everything here is queer, and if it wasn’t before then it automatically becomes infected with the queer cooties once it hits my blog. you’re welcome.
also this blog old as shit and probably shadowbanned at this point smh. i’m a loyal reblogger and rare original poster so treasure what you get ig 👍
this is a side blog. i am definitely following you just not from this blog.
quick hit tags list
#size — micro/macro, shrinking, growing, sizeshifting, focus on size dynamics or perspective shots
#held — hand helds, size-focused bondage
#mouth — mouthplay, prevore, licking/sucking on tinies, very occasional actual soft oral vore
#ubcv — unbirth/cock vore, insertion/sounding with a tiny, tiny in underwear, using tiny as masturbation toy, etc
#gincore — posts reminding me of my oc gin. if you know him from somewhere else no you don’t.
Quite frankly yall need to be projecting more on the doms. Make the DOM have guilty sexual fantasies !!! Maybe the DOM is shamefully staring at the ceiling after waking up from a dream!!! Yall are cowards. Do none of you have any appreciation for the noble dom identity crisis. Do none of you have any respect for guilty sadists with control issues and who desperately want autonomy for once in their damn lives and who just want to Keep someone, for once, who want to be allowed to Want and Take . Do NONE of yall have any respect for sadists realizing with horror how badly they want to hurt the person they would do anything to protect and take care of and make smile? Cowards, all of you.
been obsessed with @mousey-sprouts royal-posting lately and needed to get in on that...
m/m macro/micro
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The prince had the softest hands of anyone that Sawyer had ever seen. Plush and unmarred, not a single callous or corn It was clear that he had never worked a day in his life.
Sawyer was kneeling at the edge of his bath tub, carefully running a file over the nail of the giant’s ring finger. He pulled away to run his thumb along the nail; once perfectly smooth he moved onto the next.
Usually this was a whole process, several tinies working to pamper the massive prince. Inexplicably they’d all been called to other duties. It was just Sawyer.
He set the file down and went to the edge of the tub, carefully emptying a pitcher of essential oils into the tub. The warm scent of lavender rose with the steam from the water.
Sawyer grabbed the file and stole a glance up at the prince. He physically had to hold back a gasp as he met his eyes.
He was looking at him. He’d never looked at him before, Sawyer had worked for the royal family for five years and he’d never met their eyes before. He swallowed thickly and debated apologizing; would that make it worse?
He nervously licked his lips and continued to file. Once he knew he was looking it was impossible to ignore the feeling of his eyes as they bore into him. He shuddered slightly. The prince was renowned for his beauty, his features were sharp and his skin was deep, rich, and dark. Of his three brothers he was the most favored by the kingdom. To be looked at by such a beautiful man felt improper.
The tiny servants were hardly regarded as people, disposable little things that the royals happily overlooked. Jobs were scarce and they knew they’d work for minimal wage and boarding. They were seen as filthy and closer to pests than people.
The giant pulled his arm away and Sawyer dropped his hands as the giant slipped his hand into the water. Sawyer bowed and set down the file. He grabbed the wash cloth and dipped it into the bath water. Carefully he wrung it out before lathering it with soap.
He let it get sudsy and stepped to the edge of the tub, he ran the cloth along his shoulder and down his arm. He couldn’t reach anything substantial but did his best. As he leaned forward to wash along his collarbone he slipped, quickly he tried to backpedal but found no traction against the porcelain.
Sawyer gasped as he lurched forward.
He squeezed his eyes closed, panic surging through him. God the prince was going to send him away, or kill him. God maybe he’d squish him right there. He yelped as he was suddenly yanked back.
He froze, eyes wide as he stared down at the water that he found himself suspended above. The giant had pinched the yoke of his shirt, catching him before he was able to hit the water.
He panted, his heart racing. The giant lifted him and placed him back on his feet. Sawyer shakily started to apologize and went to kneel, to beg for forgiveness. It was then that he realized the giant was still pinching his shirt.
He gasped as his other hand came up, still wet from the bath. He stiffened as he tugged at the shirt, the buttons stood no chance against the giant man’s fingers. Easily he stripped it off him.
Sawyer shuddered as the fabric was yanked off of his body. He glanced up at the prince and shuddered as he locked eyes.
His gaze was indifferent, unreadable. The deep brown pools looked at Sawyer as though he was just another object, something unexciting. And honestly, it was freaking him the fuck out.
Sawyer’s chest quickly rose and fell. He shakily attempted to apologize, to beg, anything to fix this. However any attempts failed as the man’s thumb brushed down his chest, his stomach, before pinching his pant leg and tugging.
He gasped and squirmed instinctively as he was suddenly bare. He shot a nervous look to the prince, only to be met with the same look. Unaffected and cold. He was dropped into his palm and immediately fell to his hands and knees. Sawyer managed to get to his feet as the hand lowered into the water.
The warm, soapy water rushed up to his chest and he looked up the man’s expansive chest as he tried to catch his breath. He was met with a look of expectancy. It was then that he realized he was still clutching the wash cloth, clinging to it like a lifeline.
He took a shuddering breath and licked his lips before reaching up to wash the run the soapy cloth over the prince’s chest. Sawyer shivered as the man’s fingers ran over his bare back. They were softened from the water, they felt like silk as they traveled up and down his back.
Sawyer stole another glance towards his face, meeting his unwavering gaze. He searched his eyes for any type of signal, desperately trying to understand what he wanted from him.
He continued to wash his chest, his other hand pressing into the soft flesh of his pec. His skin was so smooth, nearly pore-less. It was undoubtedly from the constant pampering and incessant laziness of the imperials. The servants often said that looking so effortlessly beautiful and young was a luxury only the royals could afford.
Sawyer stiffened as the giant’s thumb reached around to his front and ran over his chest. He shuddered, his nipples instantly hardening under the attention. He realized the giant’s touch was mimicking his and looked up through his lashes.
He hesitated before stepping towards his chest, he stared at his nipple as used his hands to wash above his chest. He swallowed the accumulating saliva in his mouth and leaned forward; opening his mouth and kitten-licking his nipple.
As he kissed it and hesitantly took what he could fit into his mouth. Momentarily he wondered if the giant could even tell; if he could feel it at all. His answer came shortly as the prince’s thumb pressed against the back of his head. He whimpered softly.
He felt the warm bath water dribble down his forehead as his finger ran over his head and stopped at the nape of his neck. The gentle, circling touch was encouraging him to continue.
He shuddered and pressed closer, his hands fell on either side of him and kneaded into the soft tissue. He picked up the pace, opening his mouth to kiss and suckle and lap. Shame washed over him as he felt the blood rushing to his cock.
Sawyer nearly froze as the prince moaned softly. It was quiet and breathy but it was because of him. He whimpered softly in response and pushed himself closer. His dick twitched and he continued with vigor; sucking and swirling his saliva. He felt it drip down his chin as he suckled the man’s nipple.
He felt the water lap at his back and stole a glance down, the prince’s hand had curled around his dick. Slow deliberate strokes. He nibbled at his chest, sucking hickies along his skin. He looked up at the giant and allowed himself to stare back, looking over his sharp, dark features. He wondered if he’d used any other servants like this. Was he the only one?
Sawyer desperately wished he could do more; he wanted to make him feel good everywhere. He imagined being in the prince’s bed with him, on the lavish silk bedspread. He whimpered, his hand finding his own cock. He whined softly as he began to jack himself off; it was all so much. The man’s nipple in his mouth, his thumb pressing to the back of his head, the water lapping against his back with each of the prince’s strokes, the soft moans above him. It was obscene.
Above him the giant was getting breathier, soft pants and gasping moans. It was as quiet and refrained as Sawyer would’ve imagined from royalty like him. Sawyer choked on the man’s nipple as he was pressed closer; the prince crushed his whole body to his chest. Unable to jerk himself off he resorted to humping into the prince as he sucked and nibbled the flesh.
The prince’s thumb trailed down his back and rested on his ass, guiding each thrust into his skin. Sawyer choked on a moan as the giant pinched his ass, kneading the flesh between thumb and pointer. He choked on a moan.
Sawyer couldn’t recall the last time he’d been touched like this. The servants he worked with were more like family, and everyone was far too exhausted to make an attempt to form a relationship. And the prince was touching him like this… The prince. He cursed softly and tossed his head to the side.
He could tell the giant was close, his gasping moans becoming more frantic; desperate. He was kneading his ass between his fingers and smashing Sawyer against his chest when he came. Sawyer glanced up, watching the prince’s face morphed into ecstasy. A loud moan was drawn from him as his climax quickly followed, it was the hardest he’d came in years. He whimpered and leaned his cheek against his chest as he panted. The goddamn prince….
The hand pulled from his chest and Sawyer laid back in his palm, breathless and blissed out. The water lapped around his shoulders, he looked up at the prince with adoring eyes. He blinked in surprise as he opened his mouth to speak. He sat up, eyes wide, ready to catch every word, “S-
Sawyer jolted awake with a gasp; the cot creaked beneath his weight as he sat up.
Instantly he was starkly aware of his consciousness. The warmth, pleasure, and sensitivity from his dream was now reduced to sweaty, sticky reality. His hand was in his boxers on his softening cock, cum coating his fingers. The gentle touch of the prince was replaced by the cheap, starchy sheets clinging to his sweaty skin.
He leaned back and covered his face. Horror and embarrassment washed over him as he recalled his dream.
the micro i have pinned to the pillow under my cheek started getting too wiggly so i put their whole head in my mouth for a little bit and now they're keeping still and well-behaved
Oh to be held between the lips of a giant with an oral fixation… mostly just chilling while they go about their daily life, but every few minutes their mouth tightens around your hips and their tongue pushes up hard between your thighs for just a few seconds—never long enough to find release—before they relax and go back to idly licking at your legs
Oh to be trapped between a giants thighs….squirming and fighting to get out, only for them to release the pressure, allowing only a moment of reprieve before a finger shoves me into their crotch and squeeze their thighs together again….
its just really hot when the smug asshole giant has a history of previously being incredibly insecure and wallflower-y and that this persona of theirs they have now is as much of a coping mechanism as it is wish fulfillment
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