Monster lover that gets personally offended when they ask you to sit on their face and you hover.
When you say you just don’t want to crush them, it just makes it worse.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN CRUSH ME? YOU THINK I AM FRAGILE AND WEAK?!?!”
After using their strong arms to pull you down onto their face they make you gush on their tongue. They then spend the next few hours showing you just how strong they are by holding you in their arms and bouncing you up and down on their cock, manhandling you into any position they want, and making you take everything they give you.
By the end you are exhausted and on the brink of passing out and they are still muttering under their breath about a human insinuating that they are weak.
Hi I'm back I had more thoughts about ✨mini giants ✨
I don't know how to describe this one eloquently, but right in the crook of the neck, where the shoulder and neck meet, would be a good place for the tiny to cuddle their giant.
Just think about it: while the giant is reclining back and resting or reading or just being idle, you could be curled up in that little spot, arm over their neck softly, where you can nuzzle your face into their chin or hair. It just seems like such a cozy option to me.
Giant decides it's time for you to be a pillow, scoops you up between their arms, and buries their face in your stomach. After the surprised laughter dies down, you can feel the giant physically relaxing around you, being able to hold you so close. They nuzzle their face around your soft stomach a little more before letting out a sigh big enough that the hot air from their breath makes its way down to your skin before they go utterly boneless on top of you, content to have their tiny so close to them.
Those weighted plushies? Congrats—that's your job now. Small enough to be cuddled and hugged close while being carried around, but large enough next to your giant companion, you're their tiny heater, their warm little ball of sunshine they can have resting on their chest when they feel stressed and tired.
Dead of night winter snuggles~ It's cold out for both of you but buried below a mountain of blankets and nested in a pile of pillow you and giant are snuggled together keeping each other warm. You snuggled up beneath their chin so you can still hide your face below the covers if your nose starts to get cold. Or if the giant decides they are getting too cold as well simply curling up around you and pulling the blankets tighter around you both.
Yeah....giant snuggles :3 (let me know if you want more of these I love writing them)
Imagine, a giant. Like an actual giant, who has a human kink. And he knows he’ll never be able to fit into your puny human holes. But he works around this. Using your whole body like a pretty fleshlight for him. Definitely would be into you sucking as much of his tip in your mouth as you can, definitely lick his slit while you’re at it, just try not to drown in his pre <3
A/N: Thanks that one anon for this idea! took my own spin on it >:DD
Content Warning: Held hostage by a giant, mentioned consumption of humanoid creatures, kidnapping
Synopsis: Life isn’t all great being a faerie in a world of giants, elves and dwarves-- of which, some are keen on plucking you from the forest floor like a berry and keeping you to themselves.
“So… delicate,” plump fingers outlined the crisp glass of your wings, their luminescence almost blinding to the giant. Your teensy, human-like frailty was some sort of evolutionary mistake-- how could you survive in these woods for so many decades, for centuries? You and your kind were mini parasites-- although delicious, and cute to play with, ultimately not meant to survive in this world where big bad wolves and giants ten times your size could pick you up like an acorn and snap you like a tall blade of grass.
“Get your dirty paws-- OFF!” You kicked and bit with feral haste, clothes of leaf and twine breaking each time the giant poked and prodded at your pudgy, elongated features. One wrong tug and your arm or leg could come twisting off, your wings tarnished and ripped to fragments if he so pleased.
“Settle down now, little one,” He let out a roar of a laugh, shaking down through his palms to his feet, making the earth beneath him crumble. “You’ll get hurt worming around so much!”
You shrieked at the gentle touch against your bare sole, the giant playing with your toes and fingers as he stretches and bends your limbs.
“Please--urk, put me down! I’m not meant to be this high, I, I need to get back to the ground-- let me go!”
“Ah, but aren’t you meant for the skies, little beast? What else are these… appendages for. Mere sparkly decoration?”
He runs a finger down the middle of your back, touching the sinewy fiber connecting translucent wings to your spine. You shivered, physically jolting at the uncomfortable, warmly touch.
Your wings were drenched-- wrinkled and sopping from the “quick dip” the giant holding you thought would be a good idea before scooping you up like a pretty pebble. His previous…encounters with your kind must’ve prepared him well for the fluttery agility your poor wings could provide.
“Hm, do you like that?” The giant groans in heightened interest, resting his cheek in his hand as he holds you in the other. “The fairies I’ve met are far less dainty, withholding far more… animosity. Of course, they had been well-versed in magic and spells moreso than you seem to be. Far more appetizing, too. But you… you almost look like a stout sapling, useless in all endeavors besides your adorable little figure!”
….Appetizing?
Looking to the Giant’s pocket, you can see them there….Wings, some crumped to shards, others merely bent, stuffed in his trousers with shimmering pinks and golds and blues-- cleanly picked off of whatever faerie they belonged to.
“You… they’ve been disappearing, because of you! Collecting their poor wings…You’re a monster! My friends, eaten and killed--!”
The giant brought you to his eyes for closer inspection, pools of lake green beneath his moppy silvering and unkempt hair. He observed the river of tears falling from your face, your nose dripping and stuffy as you beat against his hand.
“Why yes! We seem to agree on something; I am a monster of the forest-- as are you, and your thieving little fellow faeries. Stealing from my livestock, shoveling everything they can find into their mouths, attempting to poison and spitroast and maim me--” He brushes a tan knuckle against your cheek, smooshing it in an attempt to wipe away your tears. “And so I eat them-- which ever ones manage to cross me, choosing to arise my wrath. It’s the circle of life, my little winged beast.”
He chuckles at the nickname, gazing at you slumped over on the creases of his palm, calloused from a life of barreling trees and tending to his oversized farm on the outskirts of your fae hamlet.
You were too high to jump from his palm at this height, even with his fingers no longer tightly wound around you. If you tried to fly now-- you’d be as good as dead.
“S..so, what’re you gonna do, with me?”
You wipe away your tears, trying to see the giant clearly this time; maybe you could pinpoint a weak area of his, something to make him drop you-- it’d be better than spending eternity in his palm, or his stomach.
“So precious… What do you think? Should I eat you?” He grins, a large straw of wheat hanging from betwixt his lips.
You shake your head rapidly, attempting to reach for the dagger in your leather boot.
“No, no. Of course not, I can’t rid myself of such a cute fae like you, even if I despise the rest of your species--” He delicately takes his thumb and pointer finger to your cheeks, squeezing them to puff out your lips. “I enjoy your itsy-bitsy presence too much… perhaps I’ll keep you where the birds used to lay; the cage is quite spacious, right in the kitchen. I’ll make a soft bed of chicken feathers for you, a table just big enough to do your faerie crafts and harmless little spells on.” The giant smiles softly, touching the bare of your collar uncovered by leaf and leather cloth. “I’ll bring trinkets from the valley for you to do with as you please, cook hearty meals for us to share, even let you out to be coddled and touched every now and again-- how does that sound?”
You were quick to shake your head, tempted to stab at his palm with your dagger, but an irked expression ran across the giant’s lips as his gaze fell to the grassy plain beneath him.
“Your friend here however, will not be staying.” He holds you tightly again-- squeezing enough to keep you in the dark of his palm. It was warm and of an earthy smell, almost too tight for your cold body. You're abruptly tucked into the giants shirt pocket, a finger over your mouth and eyes that forced you into muted darkness.
Even with your fabricated blindness, you could here the breathy grunts of a familiar voice-- unmistakably from a woodland elf, the glass-shattering vocal chords of a creature who could burst ear drums if he so desired. You didn’t know for sure, but you had a reasonable guess of which elf in particular who seemed to be fighting a mountain of a giant in your honor. An unforgettable, certainly imbecilic ignoramus elf who tailed you everywhere you went in hopes that, this time you would accept his smitten betrothal request.
You swam against fabric tugging you downward to reach the shirt pocket’s opening, wincing as the giant holding you captive yelped out.
“Gah! he stabbed me, the little fucking imp!”
It's the first you've heard him curse with such venom, mouth curling into a snarl as he bends to pick up the wooden sword-swinging elf at his boot.
The elf screamed out your name, trying to cut at the scarred fingers holding him hostage. You reached out to him from beneath your pocket enclosure before the giant flicked you on the head, holding your savior far out by the tips of his fingers.
“Ah look here, your knight in shining armor… hah, too bad, he looks absolutely delectable.”
The giant’s irritation was growing by the second, keeping a hand over you in his pocket as he shakes the elf around furiously.
“No--! please don't eat him, he just-- Let us go, he has nothing to do with this!” You tug against the giant’s button up, watching your elf companion swing around his needle-like sword at the giant holding him up by his collar.
The giant laughed, eyes crinkling as his chiseled chest bumped against your back.
“Don't fret sweet faerie, I’m not so brutal as to consume a creature like this raw; by all means, he’s coming home with us. How long he lasts- that's up to you.”
The giant stood from his crouched position on the grassy knoll, heavy boots digging into the grass to make muddy imprints. He dangled the elf out forward, watching as the poor creature sweat bullets while looking at you helplessly.
“Let my faerie-- go!” The tiny voice felt so far away, different than the usually grating elf’s voice you were accustomed to getting frightened by.
The giant places his fingers into his shirt pocket, nudging you with them in a powerful caress.
“You'll remain my little darling-- while our elf friend here, remains where he belongs-- in the pigpen. Together, we can find a punishment suitable for him.”
You didn’t like the sound of that. With one heavy foot in front of the other, the giant started toward a thatched roof cabin in the grassy distance.
Kinks: size difference (9 feet giant and you), cunnilingus, p in v, soft femdom, fingers in mouth, giants, edging, forced orgasm, tongue fucking
Living away from civilization where winters span on longer than three months, are so unforgiving that no animal can be seen around would be impossible for a usual creature. Not for a vampire. Just need to lure in travelers with the light coming from your cozy cottage, charm them with your vampiric beauty while they think you're just a pretty human woman and end up with a blood supply for a good while until new one comes.
Mordechai was another of your victims. Poor guy got lost from his clan of giants in the snowstorm. The wind was pushing snowflakes in his eyes, paradoxically burning them. The snow he was walking through kept falling inside his boots, melting and freezing and worsening his mood that is also at its cold breaking point. But the faint yellow glow he could see through his squinting kept him on his feet. When he finally managed to stand in front of the door, he didn't even have to knock and they opened, revealing a cute little human looking up at his bundled form. "Come on in! Don't stand there!" You pulled him inside. He would bonk his head against the doorframe if he didn't react fast enough. Your humble abode was not made for his stature of estimately nine feet. "I hope I'm not intruding. I only need to wait out the snowstorm. I really don't want to intrude..." Mordechai shyly stands where you pulled him in, not daring to move to accidentally break anything of yours. "Awwww, so careful! Just sit down. I won't mind if you stay, I'd like some company," you reassured him, trying to take off his coat but since he's about nine feet tall you ended up jumping around him, tugging at his sleeves like some puppy. He noticed your struggle. "Oh, I apologize, I'll take it off... and my shoes," he muttered, shedding his outer layers and squelching boots. "My name is Mordechai. And yours?"
You had your eyes on him since you saw him through the window. His big body would keep you sustained for a looooong time. And also as an eye candy. He has long, dark blue, wavy hair that reaches his waist and red eyes like rubies. They would seem intimidating on anyone else, but on him they are so gentle. His bushy eyebrows downturned, lips too, like a polite yet anxious child. He even has chubby cheeks! So cute! His body on the other hand... He's big. In every aspect. Not just as a giant. But as a man. Your eyes got stuck on his pecs straining his shirt, the buttons fighting for their life. Then glanced south. Yup. The way to the shy giant's blood is going to be through his dick.
Normally you tie your victims up and keep them barely alive in your basement. But he's too strong. You needed to make him compliant. Thankfully he seemed like a kind man. That should be easy.. You showed him the peak of your hospitality, brought out a whole feast, rearranged your whole room to make space for the makeshift couch-matress-blankets bed that could support his body. He helped, of course. All polite and blushing whenever you just as much as brushed your fingers against his. When the time to go to sleep came, he still didn't make any move. Lying on the bed as still as he could, offering to sleep on the floor. Anything to not be a burden.
That won't do. He is either too gentlemanly, unsure by the height difference or just a virgin. Either way you somehow have to make him want to fuck. Have to take the matter in your own hands. "I'll put a cup of water on the nighstand in case you get thirsty at night," you chirped, scurrying towards your guest who had sat up on the makeshift bed, tripping against his foot and pouring the water on him and mainly on the crotch of his pants. "I'm so sorry! I'll clean it up!" You squeaked in fake panic, grabbing a handkerchief to pat the stain dry. The moment you did touch his buldge, Mordechai grabbed your hand, pulling you away. Now his ears joined his cheeks that nicely complimented his eyes. "I'll go change," he says before hurrying to the little bathroom of yours. After few minutes he peeked out, still red in face and asks in a tiny voice: "Do you have any blankets I could wrap around myself?"
"Sorry, but I used them all on the bed," you rubbed your neck sheepishly. A lie. "But I won't mind if you were bare. I can blow out the candles. We are going to sleep anyways. No need for a light," you offered generously. The truth is that vampires can see clearly in the dark so you still could have clear view of your guest's physique to try another attempt to seduce him.
"I see... I'll take you up on that. Can you blow them out then, please?" He asked shyly. And when the room was covered by the darkness, he got out, shuffling slowly to the bed, crouching, arms spread in front of him to not bump into anything. Yet he still knocked something off. Or someone. Someone who oh, so conveniently got in his way. Mordechai yelped, reaching out for you to steady you, but out of sheer panic ended up pulling you to his torso. "Are you okay?!" The poor giant looked down through the dark on the more darker blob that was you, patting you with his hands all over to check for any injuries. "Are you hurt?"
"No, I'm okay. Though I may have a bruise," you whined. "From what?! Where?" He looks horrified. He didn't mean to! Stupid giant body!
"From this," your tone turned teasing and he can hear your grin in it as you touched his dick. Mordechai gasped. He forgot he's naked and hard, out of concern for your well-being. "I-I'm sorry! I-I'll sleep on the floor! Please don't kick me out! I-It's not because of you!" Poor guy sounded like he was on the verge of crying. His bottom lip wobbled and steped back, ashamed and covering his erection. "Not because of me?" You ask, trying your best to sound sad. "I-I don't mean-! You're not ugly! Not at all! J-just...!" He turned into a stammering mess. Giants are intimidating race with quick tempers. But this one is just a puppy. He's smaller than his kin who reach twelve feet. Maybe he's a runt? Is that why he's so shy? Maybe you should be a bit kinder too. The teasing was obviously stressing him and not bringing him or you closer to your goal.
You took a deep breath and said: "I'm just teasing, sweetheart. Come sit down." You patted the spot on the bed next to you. Mordechai thought for a while before doing as you said. "Does it hurt anywhere?" You asked, looking him over. No wounds, only kilos of juicy meat in front of you. "No," he mumbled. " "And what about that problem? Do you need help?" You asked instead. The flush traveled down his neck. He is like a tomato. A bit lower and two massive tomatoes would-
"I-It's okay. I'll just sleep it off...," the guy looked at his hands, avoiding eye contact.
"I insist. It is me who ruined your clothes and made you uncomfortable-" He interrupted you: "You didn't! I am just not used to anyone touching my...," trailed off and gulps. Too shy to say it.
"Dick?"
"Don't say it!" He yelled, covering your mouth. And face. You gently pried his fingers off. "Don't be shy. As I said, I don't mind you being naked," you softly kissed his fingers, making sure to not reveal your fangs. His breath hitched, getting quiet, just watching you. So kisses are the way. Noted. You travelled up with your kisses and when you got to his shoulder, you were already pushing him gently down on his back. "Just lie back and enjoy," you giggled, loving his puppy eyes that look up at you in a silent plea. "Have you kissed anyone?" The question escaped your mouth while it hovered centimeters from his. He nodded shakily. "Good. Don't eat my face then," you joked before leaning down. It is kinda hard to kiss someone whose open mouth can almost fully envelope your head. But you two managed to find some gentle rhythm. His tongue was not choking you anymore and you licked it back, making Mordechai groan. Such a sensitive guy... After few minutes he pulled you away to catch a breath and you seized the opportunity to bury your face in his chest. It's so soft and big. You grab full handfuls and whined in happiness. "You have great tits."
"Those are pecs," he muttered, watching you curiously. "Do you... like them?"
"What do you think?" You answered his question with another question and a flick to his nipple, making him whimper. "You do," answered himself shyly, whimpering softly as you play with his stiffening nipples. When you starter sucking, his whole body arched, almost throwing you off. You just just managed to hold on, with mouth full, keeping your firm ministrations on his hard bud. "P-please, my other one," he begged, taking your hand and putting it over his other nipple. You pinch and flicker it to match the movements of your tongue, making him tremble under you until he's covering his face with his hands and loudly whimpering. Soon he pulled you off of his chest like a kitten. "That... That's enough," panted, looking positively sweaty and embarrassed again. "Is something wrong? Did I do something?" You asked, not wanting him to be uncomfortable again. He enjoyed it, right? Why is he like that then... oh.
You could see his belly painted in white spurts. "Did you-," you started and he again shuts you up. But now with fingers in your mouth. Your eyes widened. You couldn't let him feel your fangs and realize what you are. So you started sucking and licking, keeping teeth away. The giant wiggled his fingers, playing with your tiny tongue. He looks a bit more confident now. "Shush. Now it's your turn," he muttered breathlessly and with free hand carefully stripped you down. Thankfully, you did not have any buttons, only knots. He'd rip them out with his undelicate hands. His lips parted when he saw your naked form. His eyes have had adapted to the dark, so he could see a bit more clearly. Not as good as you, but something.
"You're so pretty," he let his hand roam over your figure and then pulled you by the ankle towards him. His face to be specific. "Going to return the favour," he mumbled before lying you on his chest and diving in. You could not get a word in since he still had fingers your mouth. You don't need this! You need to make him cum to drink his blood! He won't feel a thing and you can just use sex as an excuse to feed! But maybe you'll wait for a bit. His tongue was wider and longer than anything you felt before, licking your slit in slow strokes. It felt good. And by the sight of his dick behind your head slowly getting up, he enjoyed it too. He looked at you from between your legs he was carefully pinning to your chest and engulfed your whole pussy in his mouth, sucking. You let out a choked yelp and his eyes crinkled. So he can tease too. He sucked your delicate flesh with abandon, the strenght of the suction making you feel like your clitoris will be ripped off, but his tongue kept it attached to your body, soothing it in maddening pain-pleasure combo that made your toes curl and squirm. He kept doing it until gushes of juices started to escape from your pussy, slurping them eagerly. When you thought your orgasm started subsiding, he squeezed his tongue in your still pulsing channel, making you cum again with a scream. He pulled out his glistening fingers from your mouth just in time to be able to hear it. You crouched forward to grab his hair and push your hips more against his face and he let you. Grunting in what was probably approval while he wiggled his tongue inside you, until you fell limp back on his cum stained belly, twitching.
"Are you already satisfied?" He sat up, scooping you in his arms. He's once again sweet, kissing the top of your head. He wiped the cum from his belly with a single digit and stuffed it in your mouth. You take it back. He still has a backbone. You looked up at him with a pout, cleaning his finger. "Good girl," he giggled. You blush. Damn him. Why is he affecting you so much?! Damned soft boy. In and out. You need to take control. So you pushed him again on his back. "Shush," you huffed, scooting back to rub against his dick. He hissed and shuts up. You watched closely how he bit his lip to stifle the whimpers escaping his mouth. You continued to rub your genitals together, mixing his precum with your juices. His dick is massive by human standarts. Thick all the way with no curve. And the tip, too. It's quite pale like the rest of him but had flushed pretty pink. "Pretty dick," you glanced at him to catch his reaction. And reaction it is. He also gets flushed pink and covered his face. Awwww.
You grinned and began to position yourself above his cockhead, letting it part your lips, preparing for putting it in. You should be thankful for him eating you out since he loosened you up nicely. Not enough though. It's still going to be a tight fit. Thankfully you're a vampire with immediate regeneration. Even if you tear, it heal instantly. The pain should be minimal and is worth the blood. You're the only one except his kin who can take his dick. "Such a sweetheart. So cute when blushing," You cooed at him, then started to tease the tip. Only the tip. In. And out. In. And out. He was twitching everytime it got just a bit of fricton and after few minutes of the pleasurably agonizing edging he looked at you with puppy eyes, tearing up. "Please, put it in," begged, shakily wrapping his hand around your waist to push you down, yet keeping still. "Sure, be patient," you patted the hand and start to lower yourself inch by agonizing inch. Every nerve in your gummy walls was screaming and you were feeling mikrotears forming and healing up. Few tears brimmed in your eyes. He better be damn tasty after this. He firmly held you, not pushing you down but not allowing you up. So you descended a bit faster than you thought, your pussy meeting his base, your asscheeks sitting on his sack and your clitoris buried in his coarse bush, making you whimper. You could see the buldge of his dick in your belly and he squeezed your waist, making it touch your every nerve, resulting in you cumming out of nowhere once again, all over his cock. Atleast you're not alone cause he came right after you, the feeling of your gummy walls gripping and massaging him was simply too much. Hot ropes of cum filled your undead womb and spill out from the sheer amount he was shooting. You two calmed down in few minutes. "Sorry, you felt too good."
"Its okay. Just cum again," you muttered. It is his second orgasm and you still didn't manage to drink from him. You're getting desperate. Who knows how much he can cum. This could be your last chance. So you started moving, the cum providing additional lubrication, making it easier to set a fast rhytm. Mordechai whimpered, his soft dick still inside you hardening for the third time. "Ah! Not so fast!" He begged yet helped you keep the rhytm with his hand around your waist. "Kiss me," you whispered. You need to get close to his neck.
He obliged, crouching down to kiss you. Your free hands reached his pecs again and pinched his nipples, making him moan in your mouth. "Keep going. Want to cum on you," whinedcin the kiss. Driven by the promise of him cumming, your tiny fingers tugged at his stiff peaks roughly and soon you felt him on the verge of cumming, breathing heavily and dick twitching. So you pulled away from the kiss and latched onto his neck, kissing him hungrily. Which you are. And just when he finally groaned as another burst of cum exploded in your pussy, you sunk your teeth in his neck, gulping moutful of blood.
But you were ripped away as he immediately lifted you off of his dick and put in the way of his shooting cum, painting your hungry stomach white like he wanted to. "Twins," he smiled, not feeling your bitemark at all. He cadled you tightly in his warm arms, lied down with you under blanket, looking happy and satisfied. You on the other hand have your lips stained with his blood and are pissed off.
Next time you will drink from his dick while sucking it.
Monstertober 2024 - day 6 [ Ancient God ] by @ozzgin
[ fem!goddess x gn!reader ]
content: giant/tiny
You felt incredibly lucky to be selected as the next Chosen one. Fertility Goddess's insatiable lust demands many lovers. Her pleasure brings abundancy to the land and her orgasms water the land.
Her huge and plump form is wonderous. She is beautiful and fat, decorated with flowers and vines. Her hair is the colour of the ripe wheat and the skin is the shade of the most fruitful soil.
All the Chosen ones caress her body, her neck, breasts, stomach and thighs. They brush her hair and pubes, and kiss her stretch marks. But the most precious part of her, her magnificent ample cunt, is waiting for you. It is soft, wet and red like the most succulent beetroot.
You first thank the Goddess for choosing you, bowing in front of her, and shaking from both awe and thirst. Your desire to please her is almost overwhelming. Her legs are barely open, just enough for you to squeeze in-between her thighs.
You approach her form and touch her folds, enjoying their texture. You massage them, and kiss them, licking every soft place. The Goddess moans and spreads her legs more and you immediately take her pulsating clit into your mouth. It's almost the size of your fist so you use both your hands and your mouth to pleasure her.
She is praising your efforts, your long arms and skill. She is guiding you deeper inside her, telling you where to touch and rub. You listen to her rich and soft voice and follow her every instruction until her moans become louder. She stops talking and you just follow the melody of her pleasure, until she reaches her peak.
She screams so loudly the earth shakes underneath your legs. But you don't stop since you're being pulled in by her throbbing pussy. You dive deeper and keep thrusting your entire body inside her until she reaches another orgasm and squirts. And you still don't stop. Not until she showers you with her juices two more times. You end up soaked and blessed by her, and she takes you as her new Favourite.
Working as one of Santa's elf was a seasonal job, the pay was shit but it was fun. Pretty much volunteer work. There was a bonus though. It came in the form of the man playing Santa named Treg.
He was a half giant and standing next to him in your work uniform you really did look like a Christmas elf. Treg was kind to everyone, always smiling. You couldn't help but be drawn to him. It helped that you were one of his main elfs. Every shift he had you worked too. Always right next to him helping him with the kids or getting him water. Any time he had to get up and walk somewhere you were with him to make sure he didn't bump into any kids. It was hard seeing kids when you were that big. Treg was always so happy when you helped him out. Constantly thanking you for every little thing you did for him.
Treg often would make you a cup of hot chocolate during your shared break. It always tasted better when he made it. The two of you would always chat the whole break before going back to going to work.
The work gossip was that both of you were dating in secret. Though any time the two of you were confronted Treg vehemently denied it. You did so too, just less convincing than him. One of your coworkers noticed this and asked you in private if you wished you were dating him. You frowned as you nodded your head. They gave you a look of pity before walking away.
They must have said something to Treg because after that day he started avoiding you. It hurt badly when suddenly your schedule changed from his. You had been replaced by another worker who preferred to pose for the photos and flirt with all the parents instead of helping Treg. Not that you could do anything about it, you were assigned to a different Santa. He was a satyr who didn't care about his job, he worked the dead shift hardly anyone came around when he worked and he liked it that way.
Your fun job became miserable in less than a week all because you couldn't get a handle on your dumb one sided crush. You didn't smile at work anymore, what was the point?
Before the end of the second week you had turned in your uniform and quit. You went home and cried that night. The next day you went out to the store to go get comfort food. Walking around the store you filled your cart with tooth rotting snacks. Your heart hurt so you wanted your stomach to hurt more to take your mind away from it.
Walking around absentmindedly you didn't pay attention to anything until you heard heavy footsteps. Looking up you saw Treg approaching you. You had the urge to run away from him but found yourself frozen in place. “Y/n? I heard you quit? Why did you do that?” His voice sounded heart broken. Why did he sound heart broken? Treg was the one who rejected and ignored you, not the other way around.
“What does it matter to you? You made it clear you didn't like me when you started ignoring me.” You snorted, turning your head to look anywhere but at him. “I only started distancing myself because I realized I liked you too and that scared me. I'm constantly scared that I'm not going to know your next to me and I'll accidently hurt you.” Treg explained stepping closer to you. “Didn't every day we worked together prove I could handle that? You never hurt me before, why worry about that now?” You asked, glancing at him. “Because the thought of being with you meant a higher chance of hurting you but when you were gone it hurt even worse.” His eyes were starting to water as he talked.
How could you be upset at that face? Looking down at your feet you stepped forward reaching your hand out to hold his sleeve. “I'd take that risk to be with you.” You told him, looking up at him. “For you? I'd risk anything.” Treg said carefully, holding your hand in his large one. You looked like a doll compared to him, you kind of liked it.
I just wanna be held by a giant. Big, burly, rough and tumble giant that would hold me over their heart like one would hold a cat. Just me looking up at them and them looking down at me with that uneven perfect smile.
Is it too much to ask?!
This was the ask that had me losing my mind enough that I actually wrote a story for the first time in a while
And then they added this to my inbox:
"Imagine feeling and hearing the reverberations of the giant's pleased growl as you smother them in soft kisses and place one over their heart. How they would melt into your tiny hands, while their own enormous, seemingly invincible palms hold you so safe. How soundly you'd be lulled into sleep by raise and fall of their chest as lay on them."
So of course I had to give it my best and let the wholesome giant consume my thoughts
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'It's dark, and it's thundering.' Your first thoughts upon waking in the middle of the night, having slept so deeply that you seemingly forgot your placement in this world.
Only after you tried wiggling around did you realize that your sleeping spot isn't warm because of you, it's warming you. And it's not so dark, you're simply covered under a gentle and relaxed hand. It's not storming outside, the thunderous drum underneath where you lay is where the noise is coming from. A massive heartbeat, one beating faster now as if its charge had just woken.
You take a moment to rub the sleep from your eyes, letting out a noise when the giants fingers gently curl under your laying form, raising you up just high enough he can look up at you easily from his spot in the massive bed.
Ofius is the picture of enamored. The scruffy giant gazing up so smitten with your tiny self. "Y'r awake?" His voice is as soft as the low and baritone rumble can be this late into the night, sounding pleased at the chance of late night closeness. He does sound half asleep and without any filter; meaning he can simply hold you and look at you. Appreciating the sight of you so sleepy this late into the night, a sight that only he is allowed. "Why awake, bad dream? I gotta break someone in half?" His low voice turns into a slight growl at the idea of something upsetting you. "... 'll do it. Stomp on anyone stupid enough to-"
"Ofius, honey, I'm alright." Your voice soothed the giants sudden protectiveness, easing his concern into a soft care once more as he watches you with a sleepy, crooked smile.
"I don't know why I'm up though," You call out to him, relaxed in his grip, held directly over his charmed gaze, having learned over the years that Ofius would never let you fall. "-Just woke up I suppose."
The giant shifts slightly, leaning more upright against the headboard he'd carved out by hand. After situating himself, he lowers you closer, pressing you to the soft, warm skin of his cheek with an affectionate rumble. Ofius' eyes fall closed as he so carefully holds you close, cautious and affectionate in his nuzzling against you. "Good. Then you spend time with me before sleep returns." Ofius' voice is a heavy rumbled accent you can never place- often pared with the language only the giants speak. "Want to enjoy you."
You can feel his crooked nose bump against your side lightly as his affectionate sounds and actions continue. And what can you do other than lean into the affection, the indention where the side of his nose ends and his cheek begins has always been a perfect spot to lay against. And it provides you the perfect opportunity to press many little kisses against his face, much to the giants delight.
"Little love is wanting affection?" His tone could almost be called a soft coo if Ofius wasn't so burly and bearish in nature and tone. His dark hair almost always wild, his darker eyes capable of containing such malevolence, yet only ever looking to you with nothing short of reverence. The sturdy giant would have been quite a powerhouse to be wary of even if he was your size.
But as he stands, he's as tall as the trees, and being as he is- he has so much more love to give.
After a moment of pondering, you finally respond to his remark, "I always want your affection." You can only relax and grin, feeling his fingers tense and untense repeatedly, the clear sign he's wanting to squeeze you close and adore you, but doesn't risk harming you. Instead- one hand so carefully presses against your back, fingers gently stroking along your spine as the other hand clutches onto the pillow beside him, needing to squeeze something close. Ofius breath is just ragged enough for you to recognize him as spiralling into his adorations for you.
"My little love-" it takes no effort for him to easily pluck you into his palm and shift so he's laying on his stomach with you held in his hands, under his looming face. "-My little human. I hold you in my hands, yet I want you closer. I sew pockets over my heart on all of my shirts for you to rest safely, but it is not close enough." He leans down carefully, so very carefully, pressing a giant kiss to your entire toreso with a deep resounding rumble from his chest before pulling back just slightly. "I wonder, are you tiny enough to fit in my own heart? I would happily build a way to ensure your comfort."
Meanwhile you can only be seen as the cat who caught the canary because here this massive giant is, big, and burly, and powerful, and so adoring, he's practically obsessed. And there you lay in his hands, not even trying. "I don't know if you want me in your heart, Ofius. You wouldn't get any more kisses if I was there instead of right here.
Ofius for all of his prowess seems to hesitate as if such a fate is a horrible thought indeed. "... Then stay in my grasp and kiss me." His eyes are unwavering as he watches you before showing some hesitation and remembering his manners. "...Please?"
With a tilt of your head you consider your giant partner, turning slightly to press a kiss to his finger too that's supporting your shoulder.
You feel your giant tremble at the gesture, his face lowering to be closer to yours.
It's easy to lean up and press another kiss against his nose, his cheeks, under his eyes, against his forehead, against the corners of his mouth.
Ofius closes his eyes, leaning closer and closer to you, his hands tensing and untensing under you before he lifts you quickly once again, dropping onto his back in the soft bed and pressing you over his heart on his soft, warm chest. Back to where you first woke.
You can feel his heart hammering and out of an overwhelming affection, press a kiss to the skin just over the thunderous beating before curling up against that spot once more.
Ofius heart stutters in its beating before racing once more- something that has you smiling.
Eventually, the racing heart slows into a deep relaxed and content rhythm. Ofius is home in bed and safe to rest. His most beloved is within his grasp, protected and kept safe to rest as well. He could never ask for more than this moment right now. A giant finger gingerly stroking your back, looking down at you with such adoration, watching you rise and fall with his deep breaths from where you lay on his chest, knowing the action will lull you to sleep as it always does. "My little love. 'm glad you're happy here. 'm glad I was the one to find you that day. 'm glad you've not worried of your past home. You're gonna be safe here, always."
Ofius hand settles over you, keeping you warm amidst the frozen mountain sky just outside of the hand built cabin. Ofius will see to your comfort and happiness. He has since he first found you stranded in these lands. And he will continue to do so until his very heart gives out, maybe even longer.
