Giants playing GAMES with their tiny friend/partner
(aka a fearplay goldmine presented to you by Mimi)
and because of the size difference, either the rules/structure changes, or the entire experience is heightened.
I will never get over the concept of a giant and tiny playing hide and seek together. It’s so exhilarating, especially if the giant and tiny are good friends and just doing it for fun, but all of a sudden the tiny is like… “oh, this is making my heart beat really fast woah woah woah okay”
When it’s the giant’s turn to hide it’s so cute and all “ha! Found you!” But when the tiny is hiding it’s the tantalizing sound of footsteps, the giant crooning out to them, the whispered “Gotcha.” Ooohohoh I’m giggling.
We also have the classic “using a tiny as a chess piece/player in a board game” and that never gets old.
Consider a variant to hide and seek: hot and cold. A group of giants or a mixed-sized friend group deciding where a tiny is going to hide, so on top of the rush that comes with knowing the giant is getting closer, there’s also the added tension of knowing that EVERYONE in that room is guiding the giant towards them.
That trending poison-spot game? Hell yeah. When it’s the giant’s turn, they’ve got to verbally specify which part that was meant to cover since they’re so small and the tiny needs to tell them if they were safe/right or not. When it’s the tiny’s turn, it might take a bit of extra time for them to GET to the spot they want, so maybe having to ask the giant to lift them up there. Giants having to pick a general region as their poison-zone rather than one spot so it’s more fair to the tiny.
Hear me out: hot potato. Practically a rollercoaster, you better hope you trust your giants if you’re gonna let them toss you around like that. The constant shift in hands, the voices singing the song and giggling as the tiny is passed around, getting near the end and being unable to cling because no giant wants to be the one who gets out. Being cradled and given a break when the round ends by the person who ended up with you.
Another variant of a trend; giant is blindfolded and rotates between holding a bunch of their tiny friends and has to guess which one they’re holding. It’s like that whole “holding hands and seeing if they can guess which one is their partner” trend. Vice versa is GREAT, too, tiny is blindfolded and has to guess which hands they’re in.
Push-up contests. Just gonna leave that one there.
“Everything except a giant is Lava”
Kind of like Pictionary, but every giant has a tiny sitting on their head ratatouille style and this is played with a BIG mixed-sized friend group, so everyone is walking around and asking questions to each other to guess which tiny is tugging on their hair.
This one is SO g/t-frat-guy-esque, but hang-man with a twist: for every letter you get wrong, another tiny ends up pinned to the board by the back of their shirt. Extra points if the word is so obvious and the tinies are poking fun at them for not being able to guess it. Bonus creativity points if they’re playing on a whiteboard and the tinies are being held up by magnet letters? Ex. A giant guessed “T” but that was wrong, so we’re gonna grab a tiny and pin them to the board with the T-magnet/pin. A giant remembering “Oh, wait! There actually was a Z in there,” and plucking the tiny off the board who got pinned for that letter a couple guesses back.
Marco Polo. Works best with one giant and multiple tinies for safety reasons.
Chicken fighting in the pool, two tinies each sitting on the shoulder of their giant while the giants are casually lounging beside each other. It’s mostly focused on the tinies but they’re using the giants as slippery terrain, trying to shove each other off. The fun part is being the person that loses, really, because they land into the pool with a plop! and are fished out by their giant who was just having a casual conversation throughout the whole game.
Tug of war but it’s like 20 tinies vs a giant’s non-dominant hand or just a single finger with the rope twisted around it.
Thumb war but it’s the ENTIRE tiny trying to pin the giant’s thumb down while the giant tries to pin them down with their thumb. Giant isn’t allowed to use their other fingers to make it more fair.
Super durable tinies with strong guts being strapped into a Foosball table. Another roller-coaster kind of experience, added chicanery because tinies are definitely kicking their legs or using their hands to try and move the ball if it’s close to them but not quite reachable. A gear mechanism that locks certain rods if they’ve been used too often so the tinies don’t throw up. Using a super soft/safer lightweight ball so no one is getting any concussions. Super reckless, super fun. The aftermath of being carefully unstrapped and given time to rest after the game.
Extreme trust-falls where a tiny closes their eyes and leans back off of a table/something they could get seriously injured from as a trust exercise, knowing their giant’s hand is behind them and ready to catch.
MAZE games. Four giants and four tinies. All the tinies start off in the middle of the maze while their giants are all talking over each other trying to tell them which way to go to get out of the maze, to the side that the giant is sitting out of. First tiny out, wins. It’s tough because you hear your giant say “okay okay go left!” But another giant is louder and saying “RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT”
More domestic/sweet; cooking competitions where giants try mini-cooking and then a tiny or multiple tinies rate their dish. It’s sloppy and clearly made by giant hands but the tension and time crunch is fun.
FEARPLAY CENTRAL: a final note is another hide and seek variant; this time within a house/dollhouse. Time limit so the tiny actually has a chance to win, but they can hide anywhere in the house. The giant can reach in from anywhere with their hand and has to try and find the tiny without being able to see them. Knocking over furniture, pushing things around, blindly grabbing, the tiny’s heart literally pounding out of their chest. Bonus points if it’s a dollhouse and the giant wants a better grip so they just pick up the whole thing and set it in their lap as they continue to dig.
What ties all of these games together is those giggles. Oh my gosh. And for me personally it’s a lot more fun if this is actually done between friends or a giant and tiny that trust each other, because that’s where the fearplay gets giggle-inducing. If it’s just for torture or punishment or bullying then it’s purely terrifying, but knowing it’s someone you love/care about is what makes that racing heart a heart that’s beating with adoration as well.
On the other hand, though, who doesn’t love a good misunderstanding? Tiny bursting into tears mid game because they didn’t realize how terrifying this was going to be. The giant immediately dropping their playfulness and scooping them up to do something less exerting.
In conclusion everyone needs to consider the concept of g/t frat guys at least once. Thank you for coming to my TED talk.
Sometimes I feel crazy because I love mini-giants just as much as actual giants, walk with me.
the tiny gets to be more mobile in the story if you don't want them to be carried absolutely everywhere
the tiny can still sit on one shoulder depending on how big your mini-giant is, or they could sit on both shoulders like they're going to play chicken, and they'd rest their head on the giant's head (please tell me you know what I'm talking about)
CUDDLES!
the giant holds onto the tiny like they're a freaking stuffed animal trapped in their arms
the kisses are huge and overwhelming, the giants lips take up most of the tiny's face.
don't get me wrong, the giant still has to be careful but they can be a little bit rougher if you know what I mean.
also picture this! the giant is on one knee, eye level with the tiny and the tiny just walks up and wraps their little arms around the giant's neck, having to stand on their tiptoes just to reach them.
the giant responds by fully wrapping their arms around the tiny, lifting them off the ground and into their full embrace. It's so warm, the giant is so careful with them, it's like the tiny is lost in their arms.
PLEASE TELL ME I'M NOT THE ONLY MINI-GIANT ENTHUSIAST
You know what I want right now? To be sitting on the kitchen countertop with my legs swinging like a dainty princess while my mini giant boyfriend looms over me, taking over my entire view. He kisses me, calls me “the cutest thing he’s ever seen” and sweeps me into his arms like he just can’t resist me.
That’s what I want, thank you for coming to my ted talk.
Giant playfully cooing over a tiny with condescension laced in their tone, before breaking character and bursting into a fit of laughter. Or even just a snort or giggle. Pinching the tiny’s arm between their fingers, face all serious and locked onto them. “Oh, aren’t you just the cutest little thing… so teeny tiny… such itty bitty little arms, awww…” and then immediately breaking into a grin and laughing. The tiny can feel the vibration of it. The giant is unable to hold up their façade despite the sentiment being true. Near the end of their cooing phrase of endearment, the corners of their lips twitch as they try holding their laugh back, and inevitably fail. Needing a second to catch their breath before scooping the tiny up. “But you are super cute.”
Underrated g/t interaction is when the giant is asleep with their arm dangling off the side of the bed and the tiny sneaks over from the ground, reaches up to touch their hand and climb up, and all of a sudden the hand closes around them and they’re being lifted. Can’t see the giant’s face at this point, they just feel the rush of air and the firm but gentle grip. Giant was awake the whole time? Yummy. Giant is asleep but subconsciously needs to satiate the urge to scoop the tiny up because they feel little limbs against their palm and fingers? YUMMIER. Giant is awake but PRETENDING to be asleep so they can just grab without explanation? Credit card on table.
Honestly, g/t as a symbolism for the nervousness/terror that can come with professing your feelings for someone.
They’re a giant. Grande in every possible way. Whenever you look at them your heart flutters. You hide away because you’re afraid of what they’ll do to you when they catch you, afraid that when it happens, you’ll never be able to let go.
Despite how much you gaze upon them every single day, they don’t know you’re there. Going upon their own mundanity of life while you sit there trying to figure out how to say hello, or how to introduce yourself without freaking them out and locking away the chance of you two ever being something.
Every time they speak their words echo within your mind, loud, powerful, and meaningful. Their entire form takes up your gaze, and hands you so eagerly want to hold you lay at their side empty - if only you were there.
And when they do find you, when you can’t evade them any longer… Who knows what will happen.
Hanging out with your giant partner as they do work at their desk. Talking with them, being in each other's presence, helping organize pencils and sticky notes, jiggling their mouse so the computer doesn't fall asleep and so on.
Giant prince that “hires” a human to be his maid. The other giants in the castle are confused by why he would hire a human, because he knew himself that the human can’t do anything. But the prince has his reasons: reason being that he was crushing on this human and needed a reason for them to be close.
Even if that means giving them silly things to do, so they don’t grow suspicious. Silly things like putting cuffs on his suit, fixing a button, and etc.
Do you want your giant to keep you as a pet...doting on you all the time and taking care of absolutely EVERYTHING for you? You're never expected to do anything for yourself or others and aren't even seen as CAPABLE of doing anything. You have no control and you never make any decisions, but your giant loves you and only wants to make you as happy and comfortable as possible. He thinks you're the most adorable thing in the world, and making you feel perfectly content and absolutely safe is the best feeling in the world for him.
Or do you want your giant to help you be as independent as you can be, and as close to living a normal life as possible? This giant treats you exactly the same way he would treat a normal-sized person. He never treats you as if you're "small" and hardly even seems to RECOGNIZE the fact that you're small. He's never going to gush over how cute and adorable you are, or even see you that way. (Or at least, he doesn't see you as cute in the "G/t" sense of the word.) He never wants to condescend to you or treat you as "less than" him in any way. He would probably feel extremely awkward and hesitant about holding you, or giving you giant cuddles, or carrying you from place to place, and he would try to avoid doing it as much as possible. Because it only reinforces the idea that you're so small and helpless and dependent on him, and that your life with him is the farthest thing from normal.
I know that it is a minor problem, but I can't help but notice the problem of almost every g/t creator.
Comparisons.
In every story I've seen there is a key mistake. Authors add things comparisons of sizes, but they do not take into account that most of obvious examples of big and small things is a thing that depends of size.
"We are like ants to him!" from borrower doesn't make sense. Imagine a situation when human sees a giant and they are, like, "We are like cats to him!" I mean, yeah, it is true, but there is not a single person in the world who would be asked to name something tiny and they will answer "cat".
And there're PROPER things for comparison (and fearplay)! For tinies who are smaller than humans - "We are like specks of dust for them!"
For giants that are bigger than humans - "We are like mountains to them"
And I understand that situation with comparisons for other side is much more complicated. It should be obvious and meaningful for both reader and character.
But, maybe, something with the analog in a giant/tiny world can be a solution.
"He's bigger than our ten-story house!" For borrower: makes sense for them, makes sense for readers.
"He's smaller than my palm!" - Universal solution for all types of giants, but, maybe, too basic. So "He's twice as small as my pen" can be a solution maybe.
But of course the fun rule is sacred. I wouldn't dare to say that everything should be just like I want it to be.
Half-orc bf x fem!reader— groping, delicious sloppy sex, riding that dick, and some niiice after care
You honestly didn’t know what life would be like living with your half-Orc, half-Giant, boyfriend. The two of you have been together for so long but never shared your space for more than a week long vacation or a weekend sleepover at each other’s houses.
Of course, every part of his house was a little too big for you given his tall stature. But ever since the very first time you’ve slept over at his place he’s had an abundance of step stools and other little tools to help you move around the place with ease.
It’s been an adjustment but he’s done everything he can to make it an easy one for you.
There are many things you love about living your boyfriend but your favorite one is by easily by far watching him workout in his home gym. He has it all set up in the garage so it’s not exactly in the way of anything in the house. But accessible enough that even you can hear him in there if you’re downstairs.
At the first sign of his loud grunting your face brightens into an excited smile. You practically throw yourself off the couch and scramble your way through the house. Racing toward the doorway to the garage which always just so happens to be left open. Almost as if a certain someone wants you to hear him, wants you to watch him.
When you reach the doorway he’s right where you expect him to be, at the bench press machine looking way too good to handle. Your knees go weak at the sight of him and you have to lean against the door just to keep upright.
His large muscles ripple under the weight he’s pressing and saliva pools in your mouth, freaking drooling for your sexy hunk of a boyfriend. He grunts softly each time he lifts the weight and it does something to your insides. Making you hot and tingly all over, arousal gushing out of your pussy and soaking your panties.
You watch him work through his sets, your body growing hotter with each new machine he uses. You know he knows you’re there. And you know that he’s making all his work outs look even sexier because he’s trying to get you all hot and bothered. You hate how much it’s working. You’re practically itching to jump his bones.
It’s useless to try and fight it. The more he works out the more his light green skin glistens with sweat. You imagine yourself falling to your knees to lap it up, to kiss down his dark happy trail, and inhale deeply at that scent that’s specifically his and his alone. Fuck, you wanna devour him and he knows it.
He’s purposefully taunting you, egging you on, wanting to make a mess of you before he even gets his hands on your burning needy skin. You may be growing hazy with lust but you don’t miss the sly glances he keeps throwing your way or that stupidly smug smirk he’s been sporting since he was curling those weights. It shouldn’t make you hornier than you already are but it is.
Just as you think your pussy is throbbing so bad you’re about to cum untouched, he finally turns toward you with a raised brow and a classic ‘come hither’ look.
“Come over here and help me with these hip thrusts, pretty,” he says and you know it’s not a question. It’s a demand. Letting you know he’s been wanting you just as badly as you want him.
Walking closer to him in the gym you can see just how true that is. The thick outline of his cock pushing against the fabric of his sweats and just begging to be released. Even seeing it twitch once you finally reach him.
“I said c’mere,” he growls, claws gripping at your plush waist and dragging you against his sweaty stomach with a light smack.
The tension between the two of you is boiling as he swoops down and captures your lips in a ravenous kiss. You both groan as your lips meet in a sloppy needy dance, stumbling back until he’s lying down on the mat covered floor with you straddling his waist.
You press against him as hard as you can, hips already rocking, needing to grind against any part of him you can. He moans into the kiss, tongue dipping into your mouth just to get another taste of you. Claws run over your skin, making you shiver with anticipation as they dip lower and lower. Slowly pushing off all your clothes as they go.
“Look at you, humping me like a bitch in heat,” your bf rasps against your lips, pushing off your panties with a single claw and leaving your delicious curves open to him.
You gasp as your dripping folds are exposed to the cool air. He pushes you back down on top of him, his hands guiding you, rolling his abs all over your clit and causing your head to spin. He’s just so much bigger than you that he can easily jerk you around like his own personal fuck doll. Your toes curl at how damn good it feels and your jaw drops in a silent moan.
“Don’t act like you didn’t do this on purpose,” you accuse.
He chuckles, watching you get wrecked before he’s had a chance to really touch you. You don’t even realize when his hands drift off of you, too caught up in the pleasure rolling through your clit. He makes quick work of skillfully pulling his sweats down just enough to release his cock. It springs out of its confines, hitting your back with a fat smack.
“I can’t help it that you’re such a fuckin’ slut for me…” he purrs and you prove him right as you start grinding your ass along his length.
But it seems like it’s just enough to snap him into action. A feral glint passes over his eyes and his hands are on you in the next second. He pushes his massive pulsing tip through your folds, letting your slick coat his entire monster cock till he’s dripping with you.
He can’t seem to look away from it. Mesmerized by the image of your arousal soaking him. He doesn’t even care he just seems to want more and more of you. Low groans leaving him every time you flutter around his twitching head and make a bigger mess.
“God, you’re so wet f’me. So needy for my cock, you should be ashamed,” he scolds playfully, his smirk widening at your gasp.
You know you should actually scold him and you totally plan on it to. Mouth gaping at him like you’re really trying. But he just doesn’t give you the chance. On the next roll of his hips he catches his tip against your entrance, silencing you instantly.
After one more gloating chuckle your bf pushes you down and you go sinking onto his cock, letting out a pretty mewl as he stretches you to your limits. His cock splitting you open till you can’t even think. You’re a puddle by the time he bottoms out, your core squeezing him so tight like you never want him to leave.
“Baby— nngh— yes. Your pussy is being so good, sucking my cock in like she’s missed it. Show me how much, ride me hard,” he demands again and you’re in no state of mind to refuse.
The two of you work in total sync, starting at a frantic pace as you ride his cock like it’s been days since you’ve last got a taste instead of the hours it’s been. Meanwhile your boyfriend stays true to his workout, his hips thrusting out and plunging into your depths.
Your bf is entranced by the sight of you, completely lost in your pleasure. Head rolling back, your fucking perfect tits jiggling with the force of each thrust. His eyes trail down to where your bodies meet and his cock instantly jolts at the obscene way your fat cunt stretches around his giant cock. It’s a miracle you’re able to take him.
As your sweet pussy throbs and flutters around his girth he groans, his claws tightening around the soft rolls of your hips. His hips then move on their own, picking up pace and ramming his hard pulsing dick as deep inside your core as he can go, swirling you around his length and rearranging your guts.
Your loud shrieks of pleasure fuel him to fuck up into even harder, barely giving you a moment to adjust to each new sensation. You try and lift up to take a moment to breathe but he growls and slams you back down on his shaft, making you scream.
“Ah ah ah, don’t run from my cock. You’ve been droolin’ for it so be the good slut I know you are and take it.”
His hips are a blur as they pound into your messy cunt. Obscene noises fill the room with every snap of his hips, the loud squelch of your bodies meeting only sends you closer to your peak. It only takes one brush of his finger over your clit and your orgasm crashes into you.
Your bf groans at the feeling of you clamping down on his cock and suddenly he’s shooting spurt after spurt of hot cum straight into your needy womb. Grinding his length as deep inside you he works you through it till you both sag on the mats in total exhaustion.
His hands caress your back, smirking as aftershocks wrack through your spent form. He grabs handfuls of you, loving how you fill out his big hands and he drags you closer to him.
“What a workout, huh?” He asks with a big sigh, feeling very pleased with himself for getting you so fucked out.
The room stills and your bf fails to stifle his laughter, which only grows as you soon join him. Your happy and sated laughter rings between you both and at this moment you swear there’s nothing better than living with your bf.
Monster Overlord rules over his lands with a mighty fist. He tears down his enemies without a second thought and if even his own people displease him they turn into an enemy he must destroy. He doesn’t fool himself on saying he fights to keep the peace, no he fights to secure his position and he isn’t shy about that fact.
So maybe that’s why his people are so shocked to find out about you, his cute plump wife, and the sweetest person they’ve ever laid their eyes on.
When they first meet you they watch with trembling and cowering forms, shocked by the fact that their terrifying ruler actually has a wife and horrified over what he must’ve done to capture such a sweet thing like you.
They all slowly melt under your gentle hand and kind eyes. You walk through the masses of the city handing out baked sweets you had personally spent all night making. Their Overlord doesn’t say a word, he just shuffles close behind you, casting petrifying scowls their way.
Gods, the people simply can’t stand it. The idea of you being trapped with such a horrible man, he would ruin you! Tear you to pieces and leave nothing but the scraps.
But then you do the more curious thing. You turn to face him and their might Overlord actually bows down to your level, allowing you to cup his face with the same grace and elegance you’ve been giving them.
“Are you feeling overstimulated? We can always go back home now if you’ve had enough exposure for today.”
Their jaws? On the floor. They can’t believe what they’re seeing. Even more so as the Monster Overlord whimpers under his breath and all but begs you to take him home now.
The two of you retreat leaving more destruction and despair than the Overlord could’ve ever managed on his own.
And sure, your husband does ruin you and tear you to pieces. Not with his claws but with his massive cock as he drives it deep inside of you every night, plowing right into your sloppy fat cunt with no mercy. Yet you’re the one begging for it, locking your limbs around him and forcing him to fuck you harder and harder.
Your screams shake his palace walls and while his servants shiver in fear, feeling such pity for you as they assume they’re shouts of terror, both you and your husband know they’re screams of ecstasy. Indeed he relishes in them and in the idea of bringing more to pour from your soft lips.
Because the two of you take care of each other, you’re a team. Above all, he fights to keep his position in order to protect you. To keep you safe from his hoard of enemies. And in return, you look out for him. Providing him a safe haven from his social anxiety and awkward demeanor in public. Guiding him toward becoming a better ruler toward your people and making you proud. He’d do anything for you, after all.
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