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BIG. MEATY. CLAAAWWSSSS

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I'm not sure if this is gonna be a thing between the two but the scenario wouldn't leave me alone and I had no other characters that fit the bill. This would be somewhere later in their story.

Atula wants to kiss Mir's natural form. It's kinda overwhelming so he's willing to stop at a comfortable size for her.

But the "stop" never comes.

She wants it all. xD

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I need to write g/t fluff with Mydei

I think that would fix me

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i'm just gonna go for a walk in the forest. hopefully no giant comes out of the trees and scoops me up. hopefully that giant isn't really nice. hopefully that giant doesn't let me snuggle with them. that sure would be terrible.

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Hands hands hands hands

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I had the idea of a small luck charm getting brought to life by the love and care of the person who owns them and they can transform into a tiny human form and whatever shenanigans they get into��maybe I should write a little OC story 🤔

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Imagine being on the receiving end of a giant with an incredible level of cute aggression

Minding your own tiny business when all of a sudden it’s soft squishing or gentle love bite time

You’re just along for the ride getting nuzzled and manhandled until the effects of your cuteness wear off on them

your giant loves you and you’re going to be gently mauled over it

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gt doodles for the soul,,, + blushieesss~ 💞💞 id like to think daisy gets flustered when shes not ready to be picked up he hee

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Weighted blanket is not enough!!

I need to be smothered beneath the pecs of a beefy loving giant!!!!!

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Mini Giant x Reader Kisses

The kisses ohhhh, can we talk about the kisses? I wanna talk about the kisses

where to start though ooooooh....

Okay, since in my last post I was on about sleepy stuff, let's start with sleepy kisses. Tiny you sneaking up on your sleeping giant and peppering their cheek with a barrage of teeny kisses. Before leaning forward far enough to get to their lips and planting a bunch more little kisses.

You feel the smile pull at the corner of your giant's mouth as they've woken up to your smooching. Their cheek pushing up against where your chest rests against it

Your turn for the kisses now, warm hands hold you close, warm breath rushes over your entire being as they let out a deep content but still a groggy sigh

The kiss came on suddenly and completely overwhelmed your tiny body. The soft muscles pressed into you smothering you down into their hands in the best way possible, their happy hum shaking you to your core.

You’re going to be there until your giant decides they are done with their smooching, you’ll get reprieves here and there where they pull away to either nuzzle you affectionately or look at you. Oh but how they look at you, huge eyes full of nothing but affection so much so it obviously overwhelms them too and they can’t help but to begin kissing you all over again.

But also imagine your giant is distracted, busy with other things and half paying attention to you, so it’s an easy task to sneak up and get a kiss in. They pull back in surprise as your tiny kiss hits their nose or cheek and then melt down happily from the affection they just got

NECK! KISSES! Oh imagine it though, you giving tiny kisses all over your giant’s neck just a smattering of smooch. Which is fun and adorable, until you have a ticklish giant~ You continuing your kisses and feeling your giant tense and squirm under you trying so hard not to let the natural reaction to hide their neck take over to not risk harming you but the giggles are taking over.

Trading kisses with your giant lazily as you relax cuddled together all of the above kisses happening on and off as you spend time together

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does alhaitham now have to take tiny kaveh with him to work?

he doesn't HAVE to, but, you know

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Picture this: Fidgeting

You’re not even sure how it started.

Maybe it was boredom. Maybe it was habit. Maybe they just needed something to ground them. But now, you’ve found yourself nestled in the crook of their hand, no more than a fidget to them—a living, squirming, whisper-soft thing to be idly toyed with.

Their thumb strokes over your back in slow, absent arcs. Over and over. Not unkind—never cruel—but aimless. Comforting for them. Your body shifts slightly with each motion, pressed into the warm plane of their palm, legs sprawled across the bridge of their fingers. You’re pliable, yielding. Small enough that they can wrap their entire hand around you and still feel like they’re being gentle.

They squeeze.

Not enough to hurt. Just enough to feel you. To remind themselves that something small and real and warm is there, with them. Their fingers curl slowly, pressing your body between pads of skin the size of sofa cushions. You let out a quiet breath, barely a noise, but they hear it.

And they smile, lazy and fond, their thumb dragging lightly over your chest.

“Cute—,” they murmur, their voice a rich vibration that thrums through your spine. Their thumb taps your head. You flinch, half-playful, half-defeated, and they chuckle low in their throat like you’ve done exactly what they needed you to do.

You’re rolled gently between two fingers next—a shift of pressure here, a twist there. Stretched, squished, repositioned. Like putty. Like something soft and satisfying to keep their mind from spiraling. They don’t even need to look at you. It’s all instinct now.

And weirdly? You don’t mind.

There’s something comforting in being used like this—absently, affectionately. A warm, fidget-sized tether keeping their anxiety at bay. Their hand is a fortress. A place where pressure is control, and touch is intimacy.

Eventually, they let out a deep sigh. Their fingers uncurl slightly, opening like a flower to reveal you, tousled and breathless.

“Still alive?” they ask, teasing, brushing your hair back with a fingertip the size of your face.

You just nod, flushed and blinking up at them.

They press you into their palm again and exhale—steady now.

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Tumblers hiding my posts & not showing them in the tags I've posted them with again, so I'm reposting this so see if it'll play nice :/

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picture this:

Your giant taking you swimming. My favourite scenario like ever

they’re tugging their shirt off, completely unbothered, muscles stretching, skin catching in the light—and you’re just standing there, frozen, all six inches of you gaping up at this tower of casual divinity. They don’t even realize they’ve turned into a walking monument of skin. They’re just getting ready to swim. But to you? it’s like watching a mountain shed clouds.

in the water, they move slow, but even slow sends waves rolling in every direction. You float helplessly in the current, spinning in a little whirlpool like a leaf. every shift of their arms sends ripples that tug you gently along. it’s playful. unintentional. massive.

Maybe them cupping you in their hands—fingers curled in like a cradle, palms full of warm, rippling water. your own private pool.

You try to swim after them, but there’s no hope of catching up. Their strides are too big, too smooth, and suddenly they’re gone—ducked beneath the surface, becoming a large shadow from the deep. The water goes still.

When they rise—they’re like some ancient and godlike sea creature, water cascading off their shoulders, hair slicked back, smile breaking across their face as they spot you spinning circles like a wayward boat. You gawking. They laugh.

You tire quickly, of course. and without a word, they scoop you up, cradle you for a second, and place you gently on top of their sun warmed head.

Just like that.

From your perch in their wet hair, you watch the world glide by—watch them glide, really. Their back flexes with every slow stroke, their shoulders pulling like tectonic plates with every movement. The water churns around them, like they were carved from seafoam and thunder. And you? you’re just along for the ride. drifting. weightless. tiny. safe.

Every so often, they glance up at you with that sheepish little grin. Like they’re the lucky one.

You, stretched out on their chest after the swim—soaked and breathless, clinging to their warmth like it’s the only sun that matters. Your curled into the dip between their collarbone and shoulder, so tiny it’s like laying across a sunbaked boulder that happens to breathe. One of their massive fingers moves lazily, brushing your back in slow arcs, and your whole body tingles from the attention.

You sigh, melting into them. You could fall asleep right here.

Cry

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SLAUTES GOT IT

ITS GONNA BE KISSY TIME

LOOK FORWARD TO IT

All will be written btw just which one first

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All will be written btw just which one first

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Ohhhhh I’m going to cry………people I admire and have followed for forever are liking and reblogging my stuff