“There you are..” Whispers that still rumble your core as your trembling form is picked up by gentle, steady fingers— curling around you. Theres nothing but affection in the giants voice.
Giants with elegant, sleek hands and subtle clawed nails carefully plucking up a human between two fingers on their back and their thumb to their torso.
“Awh.. don’t tell me you’re afraid~? I’d never hurt someone as cute as you.”
A giants eyes clouded with affection, a distinctive blush on their features. Their eyes are half-open; focused solely on the tiny.
Giants being teasing when sleepy, gently cooing things like “Waking up a monster like me at this hour~? How brave.” or “Aww.. what will I ever do with you?” Their voice is more velvety, the gentle, sleepy rumble thats followed by soft giggles or a yawn. (even better if the giant has fangs)
Gentle giants that ask before kissing their tiny. Even if the tiny knows if they really wanted, anything the tiny said wouldn’t matter. The mutual respect and love.. throwing away the obvious power imbalances.. i love..
“Whats that look for? Sweetheart, im not going to eat you~! how could i ever do such a thing..”
Loving giants that pepper their tiny love in kisses— lips enveloping their torso and whatever else. The slight squirming of the tiny trying to get comfortable while so obviously giddy, and the giant pulling away as their love is either awe struck or sleepy now. (for girls, the tiny having maybe an accidental lipstick mark or two)
Looming over a tiny with a flirty smile, fawning over how cute they are— curling your hands around them or leaning in to scan their features.
Holding a tiny carefully— getting lost in the moment and beginning to massage their back, shoulders and arms with a thumb, patting their hair until they eventually have fallen asleep.
“You’re safe.” While holding a tiny so close, either comforting them from a memory or nightmare.
Giants kissing tinies on their tummy, its a vulnerable place that protects vital organs— so an abundance of trust would be needed. But goodness, would the gentle contact melt them..
Giants waking a tiny up, not bothering to fish them out of their comfort— instead picking them up, comforters, pillows and all.
