Hey! Welcome to my blog! I’m not sure how often I’ll be able to post here, but when I do, here’s what you should expect:
Writing themes that include G/t, Micro/Macro, NSFW, cruel/dehumanizing behaviors etc.
Fandoms currently sparking my interest (and probably the only things I’ll write for):
Supernatural
The Boys
Marvel
Arcane
Special interests include mouthplay (no hard vore. Just not my thing) fearplay, clothes entrapment, unaware, cruel giants/giantess, any kind of crushing.
It’s been awhile, but I would love to try RPing again! I identify more as a tiny, but do fall into giant moods to. I’ll make a separate post for RP though!
If you read this far, thanks! Hope to be entertaining you soon <3
i do think it’s really awesome when a micro is freaking out and screaming and crying and begging for their life and terrified out of their mind and the giant is just like. okay. well whenever ur done with that let me know. yeah just get that outta ur system. alright well that’s a bit excessive are u done yet.. i dunno. i love giants basking in fear or trying to be comforting or feeling bad about it, but there is something about a giant just getting mildly exasperated in response to a panicked micro. like yeah we get it i’m terrifying this is so scary can we move past that. this seems like a bit much. i haven’t even done anything chill tf out… i do enjoy that. i do think it’s hot. sorry.
Tiny friend convinces me to let them stay on my person at work because “it’s supposed to be a slow day today” bc of the weather or whatever but about midway through my shift it gets nice out and we get BUSY so instead of calmly being pressed against me being rocked to sleep they’re getting jostled around and squished and coated in my sweat 🤤
i am very tiny and vulnerable and easy to abuse does anyone find me cute and would u be interested in taking advantage of my helplessness and getting horny over the fact that u can do anything to me while being a little bit niceys abt it and i will trauma bond to u and love u so much ? would anyone find that sexy ?
what about something that's technically consensual because you love being a good toy, but it might as well not be because the giant does not care one bit what u think about it and would do whatever they want regardless?
maybe… i like scenarios where the giant doesn’t care about me or my feelings occasionally but those tend to be a little bit separate from scenarios where i want to be a good toy. aloof giant who only cares about getting off with my body is hot for sure but if i bring my desire to be a good toy into it, it kinda defeats the whole appeal of it. i want to be in a fearful struggle mindset for that yknow?
i’m rlly into the idea of a giant who is hyper aware of what i’m thinking and feeling, and disregards my boundaries anyway. and especially when they tease me by telling me how good of a toy i’m being for them. but unfortunately i am so bad at keeping any kind of struggle up because i hear the words “good toy” and go ‼️🥵🥰😍😵💫
so idk. it’s hard to combine my desire for noncon and desire for being a good toy.
usually it’s either focusing strictly on the noncon aspect (and getting called a good toy afterwards), starting out with something noncon and turning into mindbreak (which i rlly do love. huuuge fan of being turned into a sex toy and enjoying it and getting praised and loved on for it 10/10), or having some kinda dubcon thing where i’m into it but even if i wasn’t, i couldn’t do anything about it (a lot of asks i get are somewhere here and they’re rlly great. the idea of “i’m going to do this to u and you’ll be a good toy about it, but you are powerless to stop it” is a classic)
i dunno. a lot of it comes down to my reaction as well and it is easier for me to act like i want it (cuz i dooo) than attempt to struggle. like a lot of asks i answer tend not to read as noncon cuz i am eagerly replying. i like to highlight the fact that i don’t have a choice, cuz it’s hot, but i often act very willing in most scenarios
probably the answer is to continue to read good noncon stories where i don’t have to worry about my enjoyment breaking the tension and then keep on being a good toy on my blog :p
Anyway. Need big huge unaware guy to smother me under his feet and have no idea he’s doing it and maybe comment his foot itches so he reaches down and further grinds me into his sweaty foot. s a treat
Yesss imagine being shrunk around your friend or crush. Your staring up with a mix of fear and awe as his massive bare feet stomp towards you, shaken back to reality as the ground rumbles with each step he takes. You call for him and wave your arms in a sudden attempt to get his attention as the gravity of the situation weighs on you.
He doesn’t look down.
You stumble back as his foot rises again, and falls over you. There’s no time to react as your knocked on your back and smothered by the flesh of your friends massive foot. A scream is cut short as your face is pressed into the damp flesh, the sweat quickly sticking your body to his sole.You’re flattened into the hardwood floor as the pressure increases. Then, the foot begins to lift, peeling you from the floor with it.
The next few steps are hell. You struggle to peel yourself free of your friends sole, to no avail.
Your friend carried on casually, unaware of his tiny passenger. Finally, he settled on the couch, raising his feet up and stretching out. You groaned in relief as the movement finally stopped. It took a moment to clear your head and regain a bit of strength. The ride had felt like a beating, yet your body remains unscathed. But there’s no time to think about that now.
You begin to squirm, pushing hard against the warm flesh. Without the added pressure of continuous steps your finally able push against the flesh in an attempt to free yourself. Your body is damp with sweat now to, slowly helping you slip free. It’s not long until your friend feels the irritation itching his foot. It’s a casual movement, one he barely thinks about as he reaches down and rubs his hand over the itch. He felt something beneath his fingers, and muttered about sweeping the floors.
“No, no, no!” A giant hand moves into sight behind you, and there’s no time to react before the massive fingers smash you back into his foot. Your small body is rolled and massaged between the flesh. You call for help at a quick moment of reprieve, but are silenced again as the fingers swiped you free. You drop on the cushion with a groan as the fingers retreat and the giant feet still, looming over your beaten body.
You’re dazed and motionless as your body somehow recovers from the abuse, giving you plenty of time to wonder what the hell to do next.
tiny thing getting taped to your nipple and desperately trying to fight back by biting down as hard as possible only to cause you to let out an involuntary moan
they hear it. hell they feel it, vibrating through them out of your chest, and then they feel your nipple harden and pin them even more firmly against the tape. all before you've finished putting on your bra and getting dressed, sealing them against you even harder, a place where nobody will even know they're there
Aaaaough
Out and about while the little thing squirms and curses up at me. Not like I can hear them, of course, but considering how wildly they’re thrashing and biting it’s kind of easy to tell they’re not very happy with the situation LOL
Also the fact the biting would stop after I moan…. The humiliation that would corse through them. Their imprisonment is little more than a cute little sex fantasy to me. There’s no winning.
REQUESTED SUMMARY: ”This is a continuation of the story where Peter reveals himself to Tony and Pepper after No Way Home. After the Starks decide that Pepper will get to try him first, she removes the cup and grabs Peter. Not sparing a glance despite him pleading for her to wait, he watches as she pulls open the back waistband of her pajama pants and lace underwear. Staring in horror at the sight of her bare rear on full display, Peter is suddenly dropped and lands on one of her cheeks. Moments later, the waistband snaps shut, sealing him in darkness as the tight fabric hold him against her cheek.”
“Wait, wait, wait, no, Mrs. Stark, please, please don’t do this-” Peter can hear the sound of his own voice echoing back at him around the chamber of the glass over the suction of air rushing into the vacuum of space as Pepper lifts it. He can see her dispassionate features glancing down at him from on high, an utter lack of recognition or acknowledgement in her face, cold and distant and empty. He can see her perfect french manicure reaching for him, seizing him around the middle before he has even the slightest chance to make a run for it, and he flails wildly between her index finger and thumb.
The world blurs around him as he goes swinging through the air faster than he ever did with his webbing, hurtling at mach speed as Pepper puts no thought or effort into his comfort, or into the vertigo he must be feeling.
“Don’t forget to leave me a little bit of that liveliness, huh?” He hears Tony’s voice rumble around the room, too deep, too bassy, and he has no idea if his mentor is talking to Pepper or to Peter himself. It hardly matters, he doesn’t get the chance to answer. The next thing he knows, the next thing he sees, is the pert back of Pepper’s silk pajama bottoms – and her free hand tugging the waistband back.
He swallows thickly, flushing, aghast, embarrassed, staring straight down at the place where the round swell of her cheeks meet. He’s looking at her ass. This is insane.
And it only gets worse from there; Pepper’s fingers part, and Peter… begins… to plummet.
He slams into the sloping fabric, rolling end over end, scrambling desperately to grab onto the lace for anything resembling purchase – and he only finds it a second before the light overhead disappears with a snap. Pepper’s waistband closes, sealing him in. Trapping him in the back of her underwear.
REQUESTED SUMMARY: ”This is a continuation of the quickfill where Peter reveals himself to Tony and Pepper after No Way Home.
After explaining who he used to be to them, Peter initially thinks that they are hearing him out. However, they end up not believing him and are amused by his story (they find the idea of viewing a tiny as anything other than a plaything or object ridiculous due to their memory of Peter and feelings towards him being erased). They then completely ignore him as they talk with one another about what to do with him. Tony briefly suggests Pepper just steps on him like she usually does, but she doesn't want to have to wash off her foot after just showering. Tony, meanwhile, doesn't want to look for the bug spray he uses on tinies. Eventually, the fact that Peter didn't hide and even communicated with them makes him interesting enough for them to keep him as their toy. As they begin to discuss who will try him out first after putting a cup over him to prevent his escape, Peter quickly realizes he's made a mistake.”
CHARACTERS: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts
Peter talks. He talks, and talks, and talks until his voice is hoarse, quickly stammering out every single detail of everything he can manage while his former mentors go about their morning routine. Tony’s quiet as he completes the ritual of making coffee, silent in a way Peter mistakenly assumes must be contemplative.
Pepper’s taken up a sleepy perch on a stool on the other side of the counter, the side that serves as a breakfast bar style table for eating. She’s got her chin propped up on her hand, her eyes pointed down at the table, and Peter makes another incorrect assumption – that she must be listening intently, concentrating, trying to remember.
The truth is, Pepper has long since zoned out and has been reciting her to-do list in her mind for the last two minutes, ironing out logistics without bothering to listen to a single thing the tiny creature on her countertop has been squeaking about.
“So that’s it,” he concludes at last, shoulders slumping, exhausted, depleted, every ounce of his courage put to good use. “That’s everything, that’s… the whole story about what happened.”
The silence sets in. Peter thinks, at first, it’s because they’re both stunned, shocked into speechlessness. He looks between the two of them, antsy, expectant, hoping for – something, anything, anything at all.
Tony’s the first to react, turning toward him, quietly and slowly padding across the kitchen, his eyes fixed on Peter. There’s a stretch of time, whimsical, hopeful, and naive, where Peter thinks maybe it’s because he plans to touch him, embrace him as best he can with the light touch of fingers the way he used to do. Thinks maybe Tony will stoop down into a squat to get on eye-level the way he did before, so they could have a real conversation face to face, because Tony always respected him enough to do that.
His heart pounds away in his tiny chest, every part of him vibrating, anticipation and relief and the sorrowful feeling of missing someone culminating into a staggering wave of emotions he can’t wait to release–
Only to realize too late that Tony was carrying an empty glass. That the glass was intended for him. It sinks in when he sees the transparent walls coming down around him swiftly, and he lurches forward, shouting, “Wait, no-” before his little voice is swallowed up in a soundless vacuum. The glass touches down on the counter, Peter’s voice becomes muffled, and all Tony and Pepper can hear is the quiet little tink tink tink of his fists pounding away on the walls of his new prison.
“So what do you think, Pep?” He asks, pressing his palm flat onto the counter beside the glass so he can lean into it casually while he surveys his wife.
“Hm?” Pepper asks, shaking herself out of her inner world and rejoining them in the moment. “Think about what?”
Tony jerks his head toward the creature under the glass and says, “Squish him like the rest? Feel like stepping on him? I know you like the tension release. You’ve been stressed, you could use it.”
Pepper looks briefly tempted, but then sighs and shakes her head, murmuring, “No, I just got out of the shower. Too messy, I don’t feel like scrubbing it off the bottom of my foot.”
They might not be able to hear Peter, but Peter can hear them plenty clearly; their enormous, reverberating voices rumble through the room, filling the glass with a bassy echo – and flooding him with dread. Awful, cold, frigid fear. Crushing disappointment. They’re talking about him like he’s not even here, like he’s not even a person – god, they want to kill him! They’re not supposed to- they’re– they’re supposed to be his mentors, they were like-
They were family. These two people were the closest thing to parents he’d had since his aunt passed away. Now, he imagines staring up at the underside of Pepper’s foot as it comes rushing down at him, intent to end his life, and he feels like crying. He slumps against the glass.
“Wellp,” grunts Tony tiredly, “I’m fresh out of my euthanization enzymes, so I can’t put it down the humane way. Don’t tell PETT, they’ll start another letter writing campaign about the ethical treatment of tinies. I was sorting out my inbox for weeks after that last time.”
“Mmm, we could keep him?” Pepper suggests finally, shrugging one petite shoulder and letting her eyes flit briefly toward the glass where Peter’s little form sits, defeated. “He’s cute enough. It’s been a while since we had one for personal use, ever since you swallowed that one I really liked.”
“Couldn’t help it,” Tony defends himself wryly, lips quirking up. “It tasted like you after you were done with it. You know what that does to me.”
Pepper rolls her eyes with the good-natured fondness and fatigue that inevitably occurs every single day when dealing with Anthony Edward Stark. This only makes Tony’s lips quirk up even higher, pleased, the first flash of a hint of teeth in a grin gone a little too lecherous.
“You know what that means, right?” She says, sliding off of her stool and skirting gracefully around the breakfast bar. Peter watches her enormous figure approach; watches from sternum height, up, up, up at the sight of Pepper winding her titanic arms around Tony’s shoulders, pressing their chests together, leaning in to murmur against his lips, “It means… I get first dibs on this one. You get to play with him after.”
“Uuuuuugh,” Tony mock-laments, winding his arms around Pepper’s slender waist in turn – playful, teasing, the way only a couple in love can be. “They’re always so tired by the time you’re done with them, they’re barely even any fun anymore.”
“Then I guess you shouldn’t eat this one until after it gets a chance to recover this time, huh?”
“Maybe,” Tony hedges, glancing down at Peter before tacking on an ominous, “We’ll see.”
Instead of focusing on my job I can’t stop fantasizing about getting smushed between two giant men while they flirt with each other and eventually fuck. I’m FUJOING OOOOOUT
Content Warning: NSFW/ 18+!! Giantess sex scene involving 3 tiny men, 1 willing and 2 unwilling
Word Count: 2.3k
------ Chapter 12: Three Men, One Giantess ------
Bianca skipped with joy to her private quarters as she held the three squirming men in her hands. She peeked down at them, giggling to herself. She had waited for this moment for so long, that she could scarcely contain her wild excitement. She was burning with lascivious anticipation.
She wasn’t the only one either. Cesar was already hard as a rock, rubbing himself against the inner well of her huge, elegant fingers. He had fantasized about this moment for years, and the fact that his desires were finally coming to fruition drove him wild. He didn’t know what she had planned, but he would be willing to do just about anything for the sexy giant woman. He watched her enormous boobs bounce as she moved and nearly creamed right in her hand. He wanted to dive in and bury himself in her cleavage. He wanted to explore every inch of her vast body, hike through the soft mountain ranges and valleys, and spelunk in her caves.
Bianca entered her boudoir to find one of her father’s manservants setting up the human habitat. “Get out!” she yelled. The servant jumped at her exclamation and darted past her into the hall. “Leave me alone!” she shouted again, to her own maid, before slamming the door and pressing her back to it. She looked down at the men in her hands with wolfish delight, grinning eagerly. Gio and Graham fidgeted with discomfort, while Cesar gazed back with starry eyes.
The giantess stepped away from the door and tossed the men on her bed, leaping up behind them. They cried out as they flew through the air, only to land on soft satin sheets. Bianca usually had a maid undress her, but she was too impatient and horny to wait, and she wanted privacy, so she strained to take off her burdensome clothes on her own. Her tiny victims attempted to run away as she pulled off her shoes and stockings, but she easily plucked them up and threw them back into the mound of pillows. She chuckled as they scurried and tripped over the folds in the sheets in futility. They were energetic little creatures; she couldn’t wait to feel them wriggling around inside her.
“Enough of that, now,” she chided as she wormed her way out of her restrictive dress. “There’s no getting away from me.” Her curvy thighs popped through the constrictive fabric and the dress collapsed around her ankles. Cesar’s eyes bugged out of his skull at the glorious display of milky feminine flesh, as immaculate and massive as a perfect goddess. She turned away with a refined motion to retrieve a vial of glowing blue potion from her vanity, giving Cesar an admirable view of her luscious bottom, as juicy as a peach and big enough to easily crush him. He immediately began stripping off his own clothes, unable to wait any longer.
She climbed up on the bed and loomed over the miniature men, her glossy hair cascading down her shoulders like black waterfalls. She uncorked the vial and dripped a single drop onto each man’s head, gripping her unwilling prey around their heads and chests with her finger and thumb when they tried to resist.
“Oh God, that’s an anti-digestion serum! She’s going to eat us!” Gio exclaimed in horror. Bianca giggled, trailing a manicured nail over her plump lip.
“Not quite,” she said in a silky tone, lowering herself down and engulfing the men in her great shadow as she planted her palms on either side of them. The mattress creaked under her tremendous weight. “I just want to make sure I don’t smother you.” Gio and Graham paled, but Cesar heated up even more.
“Take me, please, babygirl, I’m all yours!” he cried out, throwing up his hands and twirling in his flashy, theatrical way. Bianca bit her lip with a seductive smile, but instead of accepting his offer she grabbed up Graham instead. She wanted to tease him.
“What? Why? Use that idiot, not me!” Graham squealed. The giantess tore off his clothes with her enormous, strong fingers and nails, stripping him to his bare skin in an instant. She slapped him against her bulging breasts, muffling his screams as she slid him down her long, tall belly teasingly, over her toned abdomen to her playground of pleasure. She was already sopping wet with carnal desire, and he slipped right in with a shrill shriek as she shoved him into her hungry vagina with her fingers. His desperate thrashing in her inner chamber as he struggled to escape stimulated her, making her moan with erotic indulgence. He managed to get his arm and head out briefly, wriggling wildly, before she pushed him back inside.
Gio dashed across the bed while she was distracted, but she snagged him before he could reach the edge. “Come back here, you little cutie,” she laughed. She brushed him up along the length of her inner thigh, which was moist from her excretions on the upper portion as he approached her drooling pussy.
“Please don’t,” he begged. “No, no, no, this isn’t right!” Bianca ignored him, coating him in her juices as she rubbed him against her clit and moaned in ecstasy. Cesar crawled forward to be in between her legs and observed the spectacle with rapture. He was showered with flecks of fluid, as potent as an aphrodisiac for him, as the giantess princess towered over him like a colossus. Gio begged to be let go as she masturbated with his whole body like a sex toy, thrusting him in and out several times before stuffing him inside as high up as her fingers could reach. She panted, cheeks flushed and body quivering, as eight tiny limbs violently massaged her vaginal walls.
She grabbed Cesar next in the throes of pleasure, clearly not caring whether he was a willing participant or not, and began to rub him all over her gigantic breasts. He stroked her sensual flesh with his hands, his own skin and nerves alight with divine enchantment. He kissed and hugged nipples as big around as basketballs, which turned out to be sensitive erogenous zones for the horny giantess. Her moans became deeper and longer. She was clearly enjoying herself, and Cesar was in sublime heaven.
She slid him sensually down her belly, allowing him to enjoy her soft, supple skin underlaid with slim muscle. Cesar appreciated every fine detail of her gigantic form, every ridge and bend. She lowered him to her garden of earthly delight, her rose petals glistening with dew. Cesar massaged her clit with his hands, making her quiver under his experienced touch. She rubbed him against her sopping genitals, almost smothering him when she smashed him with her huge muscular thighs as she clenched them together out of reflex. Cesar couldn’t hold back his orgasm any longer and blew his load with triumph as the head of his dick rubbed against her labia.
Bianca hadn’t reached climax yet, however, and Cesar was determined to get her there. He stretched out his arm, sliding down the slippery pink surface coated with his own seed and her fluids, and plunged it as far up her vagina as he could reach. He swished it around to stimulate her, reveling in the sensation of her hot, wet, slick walls that were alive with pulsing movement. To his shock, another hand grabbed his own and pulled him in further, up to his shoulder. The giantess was more than happy to help, stuffing the rest of his nude body up inside with her fingers.
Cesar found himself blinded with a waterfall of salty, viscous liquid and squished on all sides by powerful muscular contractions. He flailed a bit out of instinct, causing the hot fleshy chamber to compress around him with startling force. He could feel her heartbeat in the walls, rushing over his skin and in his ears. The giantess’s exclamations of sexual gratification thrummed through her body and his in low, rich tones, rising in intensity.
She had three men struggling inside her now, and she was past the point of no return, rapidly approaching the peak. All those little limbs stroking her insides drove her wild. They were superior to any fingering a giant could do, or any giant dick for that matter. She gasped and flopped on her back on the bed, writhing and vocalizing her fulfillment, until all her rational thought was eclipsed with a cascade of physical rapture.
She made it to the pinnacle. She let out a loud groan as her vaginal canal crushed around the tiny men. Cesar heard the distinct crack of a bone breaking above his head; Gio shrieked in agonizing pain. In a gush of juices, Bianca squirted them all out like a firehose, and they collapsed in a soggy heap on the bedsheets between her jiggling thighs. They lay there, limp, sore, bruised, and overcome by the whole experience. Gio clutched his forearm, sobbing. His lower arm was bent at an unnatural angle.
Bianca sighed with contentment and stared up at the ceiling with her eyes shining. She adored her new toys. She had been sexually repressed for so long, and it was lovely to finally have release. As the daughter of the overprotective king, nobody dared to accept her advances, regardless of how aggressively she pursued. She hadn’t experienced coitus in a long time. Her last lover, a dashing giant servant that she met in the castle, had disappeared under suspicious circumstances once her father had learned of their clandestine relationship. She pushed the distasteful thought out of her mind as a dribble of melancholy infected her good mood. She didn’t want to be reminded of the past.
She sat up and scooped the pile of naked men, saturated with her cum, into her hands. Gio yelped when she moved him. She noticed the irregular bend of his arm and a shadow of concern shrouded her expression. “Are you hurt?” she asked, tilting her head down to get a closer look.
Gio winced. “My arm... fuck, I think it’s broken...” he whined. She reached a finger toward him for further examination and he flinched, ducking down into the hollow of her giant palm. “Don’t touch me!”
Bianca frowned, but didn’t push the issue. She wasn’t sure what to do about it: She could call a doctor for him, but she didn’t really want to go through the hassle, and have to awkwardly explain to the doctor the details of how she injured her new pet. She figured he’d probably be fine. She set the small men down in their human habitat, which resembled a fancy dollhouse but with transparent walls for observation. The furniture was elaborately and painstakingly hand-crafted by a giant carpenter skilled in making doll furniture, yet still fully functional for human use.
“Get yourselves cleaned up. There’s water in the tank,” she informed them impassively, before shutting the lid and striding off to get dressed and cleaned off herself.
They stared after her in disbelief. “Hey, wait a second! Aren’t you going to get him medical treatment?” Cesar yelled after her. He banged on the glass with his fist to get her attention, with no result except a goopy splotch on the window. As he came down from his high, his mind momentarily cleared of horny thoughts, he was disappointed to find that the sexy giantess didn’t seem to care about their wellbeing at all. “Come back here!”
“Forget it. She won’t be of any help to us,” Graham grumbled bitterly. “Let me take a look. In my past life, I was a doctor.” He squinted hard to see through the fog of his blurry vision. “Dang it, if only I hadn’t lost my glasses...” He tried to feel Gio’s arm without causing him pain, but the thick mess of milky ooze made his fingers slide uselessly over his skin.
“We need to clean him up,” Cesar declared. They drew up some water and heated it for a bath. All three of them washed off the filth with relief. Graham examined Gio’s arm and determined he had a fractured radius. They sacrificed one of the chairs, snapping off a wooden leg and ripping a sheet to produce a makeshift splint. Gio stared down at his arm through a mist of tears.
“This is the worst day of my life,” he bemoaned. “First King Charles betrays me, and now we’ve all been reduced to nothing more than sex toys...”
“I almost feel like I’d rather go back to prison,” Graham lamented. He strained to look over his surroundings, despite his deplorable vision. He was certain he still had his glasses on right before he’d been shoved into the princess’s pussy, so his glasses were probably stuck up inside her somewhere. He’d never get them back in one piece. He was tired of being a prisoner, with his fate out of his control, and now forced to be a giantess’s sex slave on top of that. The outlook was grim.
Cesar was conflicted as he witnessed the abject suffering his compatriots. As great as he felt to finally live out his lifelong sexual fantasy, and as much as he enjoyed being dominated by a smoking hot giantess, he didn’t want anyone to get hurt or mistreated in the process. He’d served under the king alongside Gio, so he knew him at least on a professional level, and he hated to see his coworker in pain. Princess Bianca’s callous response disturbed him. He held out hope that maybe it was just a misunderstanding, and she simply failed to realize how serious the injury was. Once she recognized that his arm was really broken, she’d be sure to address the issue... right?
Tiny who says “I love you” to mean “I’m endlessly devoted to you to an almost godlike degree. You are my everything. My source of comfort. Without you I am nothing” like youd confess to a lover in a moment of pure emotional vulnerability
Giant who says “I love you” to mean “You’re a good pet.” Like you passively would say to a dog
My favorite pass time is creating sideblogs for very niche things and then immediately forgetting about them! Anyway, enjoy this horny, unedited mess of random inspo.
I’m still getting used to tumblrs way of tagging and placing warnings so if you think there’s something I should add in the warnings/tags please let me know.
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“Why are you looking at me like that?” Harvey blinked, eyes focusing on the tiny being on his desk. He towered over the tiny, arms crossed between them. His fingers twitched out of sight, eager to grab. The tiny backed away, keeping their eyes on him.
“Harvey?” They tried, “we’re good, right?” Their voice shook, and he smiled.
“There’s just, one more thing id like for you to do-“ He raised his hand as the tiny realized the danger and turned to run. He tsked, watching them flee across his desk. They slid and stumbled across paper and over pencils; arms flailing this way and that. Harvey had never seen something so amusing, so pathetic.
The tiny shouted angry curses when a giant thumb and index finger pinched their middle. They were effortlessly raised to eye level. Huge green eyes studied their minuscule flailing limbs; each hit to his finger nothing more than a light tickle. Harvey smirked.
“Come on, let’s have a little fun first!” The struggles slowed but didn’t stop. They were breathing heavy, glaring up at their now giant partner with rising fear and hopelessness. They swallowed thickly.
“Put me down Harvey,” they hated the obvious tremble in their voice as their worst fears swirled behind the giants eyes. “This isn’t a game. Put me down!” The struggles and pleading only seemed to widen the man’s smirk.
“Sure thing. I know just where to put you,” he ignored the next round of curses and lowered the tiny to his waist. His free hand wasted no time in lifting the bands of his jeans and boxers. The tiny flailed harder.
“Harvey!” They shouted, pounding on his fingers as he was moved into the dark cave of the giants boxers. Heat and overwhelming scent flooded their senses and cut their cries short. They were dragged through a rough forest of pubic hair before the massive fingers adjusted their grip to maneuver the tiny body around the base of the giant cock.
“Damnit! No!” They found themselves desperately reaching for the same fingers they’d been fighting to be freed from as they were released. The hand retreated from the boxers, leaving the tiny straddling the base of Harvey’s member. They pushed themselves up in disgust, trying to ignore the way the cock twitched beneath their movements. Their only thoughts were escape.
Above them, Harvey moaned with content as the tiny struggled to gain purchase on his member. He resisted the urge to reach back in and help the little thing out; but why not give them a chance? He relaxed back in his chair and slid his hips forward slightly. What was a small, casual move to the man was an earthquake to the captive in his boxers.
“Oh no,” the tiny felt it coming before it happened. They’d managed to find balance and turned themself towards the waistbands. Their hope was clamber through the pubic forest as quick as possible and squeeze through the bands. That is, if the giant let them make it that far….
It was then their dark world shifted, throwing them off balance and stumbling on the cock. One wrong move sent them sliding beneath the semi hard member, desperately holding on to the one thing they wanted to get so far away from. Fear had long taken them over in the scramble for freedom in the darkness, but now they shouted for help. They begged, then cursed, then pleaded; all the while struggling to prevent themself from slipping closer to the giant balls beneath them and continuing to add to Harvey’s pleasure.
“That’s it,” the man’s voice low and gruff as he imagined the tiny beings thrashing. So helpless, weak, adorable. His.
Harvey stood suddenly, chuckling as his tiny lost their grip on his now fully erect member and tumbled freely against his balls. He peeled off his jeans and cupped his balls through his boxers, prodding and massaging the tiny body against him.
Though muffled and hot and humiliated, the tiny continued to shout. Their struggles had weakened significantly and they quickly learned that it didn’t matter. Struggle or no struggle, there was no way to stop Harvey’s abuse. Yet, though they’d come to this conclusion, they couldn’t help but feel a glimmer of hope as the fingers relentless barrage let up. They peeled away from the giant balls, struggling to catch their breath. They didn’t even fight when those same fingers entered their prison to fish them out, raising their slack body to Harvey’s face once more.
“You know, I was having a pretty shit day before you came along,” the tiny stared hatefully, though at this point the man hardly seemed to notice them. “So, I thank you for that.” He lowered his tiny to sit on his bed, watching them stumble for balance on the plush blanket. They gasped for fresh air and spun to face the towering giant. Instead, they came almost face to face with the tent of Harvey’s boxers. A shudder ran through them at the realization those were the same boxers they’d been trapped inside just minutes before.
“No, no, no!” They backed up, charging up for another sad attempt to get away. Harvey used one finger to discourage them, pressing them back into the bed.
“Now, now,” he pulled his hand away and slowly, meticulously slid down his boxers. His tiny whimpered at the sight of Harvey’s fully erect cock towering over them. The giants eyes never left their tiny form.
awww drunk little tiny. you’re cute like this. I should get you drunker. or high? or drunker and high. and then jack off with you.
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Once again, falling for the trick of a giant offering me booze because I don’t know my limits while small. Getting crossed simply because you took a hit and then blew it back in my face.
Disoriented, confused, and whiny. You play with me for a bit in your hands- you know I’m ready for the real fun when I start absently grinding on your fingers.
I wouldn’t even be that active of a toy at that point- dazed and ragdolling as you drag me up and down your shaft- pressing my face into your slit and coating me with precum.
Demanding for me to “squirm, bug. Or else.” Feeling myself get even smaller at the last threat. I try to squirm, try to wiggle. Desperately flailing my body to try and make you feel good.
If it works- I’m rewarded by getting completely flooded with your cum- dropped into a jar or even just a tissue. Just something to keep me soaked from head to toe.
If I do a bad job, though… well, I’m scared just how small you’re willing to make me to prove your point. Leaving me trapped on your dick once you’re done. Letting me wake up the next morning, hungover in some foreign, humid landscape. 😵💫😵💫😵💫
why are we not trapping the tinies in the shirts of men? there is far too little times when a small little guy will be, for any reason, inside a big guy's shirt. ITS A CRIME. not even in an NSFW way, i mean it could be- but still, like why is the tiny sitting on the shoulder not simply rolling off and in the haste to not fall instead moving unintentionally inside the shirt? why isn't the giant amidst the panic to stop his tiny friend's fall smooshing them into his chest? HIS ABS?? why when it's cold are we leaving them to freeze under a single hand when a built in shirt-blanket is all the better??
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