#g/t kisses

[belethlegwen]

Do those two ever kiss? I think they should kiss, I think it’d be good for their mental wellbeing if they just smooched eachother.

Melanie’s lips probably feel weird to Henry, what with the size, but I bet they’d both like it.

Oh, Anon.

Those two absolutely do get to the point of kissin', I promise. It is also very good for their mental health (once they work through some fuckin' baggaaaage) when they finally get there.

I've previously posted a few snippets of future-things I've written re: the two of them smoochin', and I'll include those under the cut, but in the meantime please enjoy this gorgeous piece by @aaytaro-gt of their first kiss that she drew based on the first kiss snippet I posted:

To see the little snippets of kissing for yourself, please see me below the cut:

[Spoilers ahead for The Rescue]

Welcome, to the Kissy Stuff:

Full disclosure, these bits were all written a very hot while ago (over a year now for at least two of the clips) and will likely need some heavy editing before the whole piece finally someday gets posted.

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He stepped back closer to her face, just enough to caress her lips with his hand, marveling at the feeling of them as her eyes blinked and looked back up to the ceiling with another soft, moaning breath. “I understand, but while I won’t go there, that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t. Is there anything else you want me to know?”

Melanie’s head shook subtly, her hand moving slowly to slide under the blankets as she fidgeted, notably uncomfortable. “Just be delicate?”

Henry was enamored by such a timid question, compelled to laugh but restraining himself. “I will,” he promised warmly, stepping closer to her again and bending down to kiss her upper lip, the giant woman freezing in place and holding her breath anxiously until she felt him step back and turn away from her face again.

“I…” she started quietly as he pondered what to do next. “This feels… different from the kind of things we had talked about the other day.”

Henry’s head cocked to one side as he thought back on the conversation, “how do you mean?”

“I remember you saying you weren’t necessarily a romantic,” she mumbled. “This is… much more romantic than I would have assumed you’d be.”

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“Do you like it?” He asked quietly.

“I like it lots,” she replied drowsily and he watched her smile, one side of her face pressed into the overstuffed pillow, her eyes closed. 

“Then that’s what matters,” he replied warmly, bracing his feet near her collarbone as his hands moved to caress her jawline, her head tipping up carefully under the guidance of his touch. He closed his eyes as she took in a sharp, small breath and held it, freezing in place as he kissed both of her lips in turn.

Hazel eyes were open, flitting to try and focus on his face briefly before darting away. One of his hands lightly scratched around her jaw while the other softly caressed her cheek as it became warm and flushed with color.

“You act like you’re scared of me,” he chuckled lightly as she released a short, tense breath.

“Sorry,” she whimpered, trying to barely utter sound with him so close. Her breath brushed warmly over his bare skin and he bent to kiss her cheek as she leaned subtly into the stroking of his hand, her eyes drifting closed again. 

“You’ve nothing to apologize for,” he said soothingly.

“I wish I could kiss you back.”

Melanie’s voice, still fading into lethargy, had an undertone of longing in it that seemed sad. “You can,” he encouraged her, “I would like it very much if you did.”

“No I mean,” she mumbled, a tired moan escaping between her words, “like a real kiss.”

“This is real,” he whispered, stroking her cheek again as he bent toward her lips. “So kiss me.”

Henry pressed his mouth firmly to her top lip, and felt the strange and enticing sensation of her lips pursing, pushing up faintly as if she was putting the smallest amount of strength she could behind it, meeting his lips and chin as delicately as she could manage. He shivered as they parted, taking in the most gentle of breaths around him, the cool air rushing into her from across his cheeks and around his neck, feeling like it sucked the breath out of him.

He moved to stand and her head moved up just slightly, the tip of her nose coming almost alongside his face as her lips pursed again and landed against his chest, the sensation incredible yet fleeting as her head fell heavily back into the pillow with a slumberous smile. 

“Goodnight, Melanie,” he said softly, stroking her cheek one last time as her body shifted under him again, her head tipping back to the side on the pillow as she drifted away. “Sweet dreams.”

“You too, please,” came the slow and caring reply.

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He didn’t have time to think of anything else to prod her with before her hand dropped on him, pinning his arms with fingers as her other hand came up to fiddle with the holster on his side. “Hey!” He exclaimed, trying to lean up to see what she was trying to accomplish. “What are you doing?”

“Disarming you,” she said firmly, her finger and thumb gripping the hilt of his short sword and pulling it out of the sheath, her other hand pinning him firmly as he tried to wriggle, legitimate concern crossing his features.

“Be careful with that,” he hissed worriedly, “it’s very sharp, I worked on it yesterday.”

Melanie smiled warmly at his concern, carefully pinching the thing in her fingers and leaning over to place it onto her nightstand before moving back over him, releasing him slowly. “Just trying to make sure I’m at the mercy of slightly fewer sharp things while you’re acting up.”

Henry smirked, the relief he felt after she had safely moved the sword away allowing him to sink back into the large pillow again. “I only bothered to bring the sword today, I doubt there’s anything sharp enough on my person to cause you actual concern beyond that.”

“Your tongue comes to mind,” she shot back, her fingers moving back to the god damn belts again, Henry having mostly gotten one of them undone and making it significantly easier to finally unbuckle. “I’d disarm that if I could, make this entire situation much easier.”

“Why don’t you come down here and try?”

His voice was softer, playful, but teasing in that way that made her heart stop. Her eyes moved quickly from his body to his face again, seeing the color of his flushed cheeks, those blue-green eyes sparkling up at her over a lopsided smile as he bit his bottom lip. His smile grew and he leaned up expectantly while her own face went bright red, her eyes dashing away from him.

“...tease…” she mumbled quietly, a smile making its way onto her lips as her eyes moved back. His eyebrows raised while a grin stretched his square beard near the corners of his mouth.

Henry’s eyes closed and she carefully lowered herself to him, one hand coming up to slide against his side, fingers slipping around his torso while he lifted an arm to tenderly caress her chin and cheek as it came toward him, their lips meeting the way they did every time. His mouth pressed into her lower lip, her plush lips gently wrinkling around almost his entire face, making him smile as he felt her breath snag in her chest and throat like always. 

Melanie’s cheek got hotter under his fingers and palm, her thumb sliding onto his lap and up his torso while she pursed her lips delicately against him, the feeling of his lips pressing back into hers making her chest feel like it would explode as her pulse came back, pounding harder than ever. The small sailor’s own pulse fluttered against her fingers delicately like a butterfly, his chest leaning more and more against her thumb as he pushed forward. As always, she grew worried for him and tried to pull back, and as always, he brought his other hand up to the opposite side of her face. Pressing his palms against her, gripping her with his fingers he tried to pull her back into him, his kiss becoming more intense and passionate as he used every ounce of his tiny frame to keep her there; to stop her from running away.

Giant lips softly parting made way for the cool rush of air that sent up shivers and goosebumps over every tiny inch of him, the sensation of having his own breath almost sucked from his body as she let herself breathe. His hands stayed on her, his fingers just barely relaxing their grip as they stopped digging into the soft, warm flesh of her chin and cheeks, but still wanting to keep her there.

The weight against her hand as he let his small body slump into it comfortably, his head turning and his lips quickly peppering both of hers with tiny pecks as they both smiled, caused her to practically melt onto the mattress more, her head sinking lower towards his lap while she did. 

Henry broke the silence as she let a relieved sigh out around his midriff, the tip of her nose having fallen to rest in the middle of his chest; his hands having slid up her cheeks as she moved. Now he was rubbing one in gentle, soft circles against her warm, blushing skin while he rested his own warm cheek on the bridge of her nose. “That was the best one yet,” he quietly praised her, playfulness in his tone. “I didn’t have to force you down for nearly so long this time. You’re getting braver.”

Massive hazel eyes flickered open only to confirm she could see nothing of him but a blurry mess, closing again as the rumbling of her voice-- soft and gentle as ever-- resonated through him at this distance as if it was vibrating his very bones. “I’m so scared I’ll hurt you somehow,” she sighed, and he turned his head to kiss between her eyes, still petting her soothingly.

“I know you are,” he cooed in gentle reply. “But I do love the feeling that you’re trusting me more and more to let you know that.”

A small huff of breath left her nose, blowing down the front of him as her face sank just a bit more. The tiny man spread his legs out wide around her, letting her chin rest on the pillow gently between them as he pulled his knees up, leaning his legs against the sides of her face. “I’m glad,” she offered quietly after a moment while her hand squeezed around his body tenderly. “I really do trust you, you know.”

“Not with a sword, apparently,” he quipped to her, reaching up to tap her forehead lightly as she chuckled. He smirked, letting her hold him in place as she leaned her gargantuan torso back up and away from him again, his eyes following hers while they opened overhead. “That’s because I trust you to always be a shit,” she retorted, both of them laughing.

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Someday I will post the full works with these scenes in them, but they're a ways away yet. In the meantime, I hope this brings you some joy, and thank you so so so much for the ask! I really did love to see it and it was so nice to be given an excuse to dig up those documents again <3

And I always love looking at that piece by Aaytaro. Truly wonderful stuff <3

[voreasaurusrex]

day 15: kiss they’re sMOOCHIN!!!!!

[azuldoodles]

Part 2

First kiss!

[territorial-utopia]

Keessees that shrink.....

[kenziezie]

"just hold me"

[entomolog-t]

Alexa, play Hungry Eyes.

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This is a lil sketch from a fun lil AU idea, where Aedes grows a little bit everytime he feeds 👀 ...Gotta figure out a fun name for this au

[misamy-art]

✨🎉 2024 🎉✨ HELLO WORLD

Starting late in 2024, but better late than never😉

I missed a dialogue saying *SAAAAAAM!! 0/////0* when our pretty girl gives her friend a tender kiss but I didn't want to ruin the drawing 🤭💚🧡

I hope you have a prosperous new year and that this is just a taste of what will be seen in drawings this year!

Thanks for the support! 🍓✨

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[taikanyohou]

"Good job."

TAIKAN YOHOU (2023). Episode 3.

[tinyundercover]

[averagegtenjoyer]

Giant kisses lol. Giant plush lips that bombard your whole face, your whole body. Its such a massive and intense interaction and you can feel the warmth and passion from it with your entire being. Its all encompassing and its a little wet and sticky but it doesn’t even really matter. For a moment theres nothing else but the lips (and person) in front of you. Thats so crazy

[belethlegwen]

From the Giant's POV, how would you describe how it might feel to receive a kiss from a Tiny? What specific things might stand out during that experience?

Ooooh I've got a few of these.

Let's break it down by location and we'll get into some specifics from there.

Locations I wanna focus on are Hands and Face[*]

[Face includes head/neck/etc but shhhhh lemme just be sloppy about this I've been drinking]

Hands

(guess who forgot I could do headers until just now)

Fingers and thumbs, particularly the tips, are extremely sensitive. It's how we experience so much of the world around us even if we don't think we are. A tiny kissing the tip of a finger or the thumb... you would (I suppose it still depends on size, there's a point of smolness where it would be difficult or nearly impossible but that's an extreme level of smol) probably experience something like this:

The delicate feeling of pressure from their lips, the tip of their nose possibly. The temperature of their skin and the breaths they take that close to you. If it was a lengthy kiss, it would be even easier to notice as the pressure increased and faded with it-- if they were pulling your hand closer, holding it tighter. You'd feel the heat of their cheek if they turned their after and rested it against your finger or thumb.

Neck/Head

This is where visual gets tricky. Hands, you kind of take for granted that you would probably be able to watch what was happening. What gets me with the neck/head zone is that depending on where they are and how you're oriented, you might not see it coming at all.

We talkin' bout them surprise kisses, mmhmmmm

On the neck, if you're being taken by surprise, I imagine you'd maybe mistake them for an accidental touch of the hand, a poke or a prod at first. It may take one or two before you notice the different in the pressure and can make sense of any other contact being made at the same time. Both of their hands bracing them against you so they have more control of their movements, again that brush of their nose, the pressure from their lips... you would absolutely notice if they had any facial hair or stubble. Again, the heat of it, and where they're bracing against you any movement you made-- any sharp breath you took could have them flexing and grabbing more with their hands and fingers to find purchase, their face falling against you more with the motions and pressing into you further.

Tiny, feathering kisses like little tiny pokes, as you start to notice them for what they are, they become like electric shocks, lighting up your senses and your attention as they go.

The higher up you go on the neck, the closer you get to the jawline, the cheeks, the ear... that becomes so much more sensitive. Behind and around the ear especially (at least for me, I guess I've never really... asked much if ear shit turns people on as much as it does for me. Shit. Is that weird? god I hope that's not weird. Shit.) you'd be able to tell instantly what was happening, and close the ear you can hear every little sound, the breaths they take before and after, those soft, hot-breath exhales against your skin. Do they hum when they kiss? You'd find out here.

Again, that sensation almost like electric shocks. So fine, so precise a sensation, and so hauntingly specific; you know what it is, you know what it means, and now you know what it feels like. Your mind is awake, and putting so much more into it than you might think you should be able to feel, but... there it is. It's as weighted to you (or more) than anything bigger could be.

What up I gotta pee but I wanna get this done first SO:

Face

Let's get right to the important bits here.

The hands moving around your mouth, maybe running along your chin and jawline, maybe playing in your dimples, maybe simply just trying to hold themselves up and away from you so they can feel control, or they're just trying to grip you in some way, trying to hold you down and pull you into them.

Lips are, as everyone likely knows, so complexly sensitive

They're soft, conforming around what touches them; a palm, splayed fingers, a chin, that feeling of a nose making contact just before or alongside lips that pressing and pushing against your own. Do you hold your breath when this happens? Do you press back or do you freeze, trying not to do too much? Be too much?

You can feel every ounce of heat from their face, you can feel if they part their lips to try to breathe; the air as it comes in and out as much as it can around you. You can feel the muscles of their whole face moving to kiss, to breathe, to speak... to smile against you. If you smile too, you feel numerous new sensations light up as your lips stretch against them, or if you relax and try to kiss them back you feel the wrinkles of your lips push together and create wholly new combinations of all of these miniscule experiences.

You can feel so much, just in a kiss, whether you're reciprocating or not.

[funfactory]

jiwon — music bank global festival red carpet

[gina103]

“close your eyes,” your giant partner whispers to you, an idea seemingly crossing their mind.

As you comply with their words, you feel a flutter of anticipation course through you, eliciting a bit of adrenaline.

Slowly, you feel their larger than life presence close in. You feel their fingers delicately touching your back, causing you to lean back into them like a seat. the air grew warmer, a gust of breath ruffled its way through your hair, you realize that your giant partner is centimeters from your form. Then you feel it. A soft, warm, pillow-like sensation pressing against your face, a kiss. The feeling sends a warm and tingly feeling from your face, all the way down to your toes. The lips pull away, taking some of their warmth with them, leaving you with a feeling of absolute breathlessness. The air around you grows even warmer as you realize what just happened.

You open your eyes and immediately notice that your giant partner’s face has taken up your entire world. Their eyes are softly gazing down at you, with more warmth and adoration than you even knew possible. You feel your face flush with shyness, a being so much larger than you gazing at you like you are the most precious gem in the world to them is enough to render anyone breathless.

They chuckle at your flushed and flustered expression. It rumbles through you like thunder, but not the loud, scary, and overwhelming kind of thunder. The kind of thunder that you fall asleep to, the kind that’s peaceful and soothing.

You feel them rub their fingers up and down your back, and it’s here that you are pretty sure you’ve never felt so loved in your entire life.

[gt-daboss]

GT Kisses

I know im usually not on the romantic side of the GT community BUT OH MY GOD I CANNOT GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD RIGHT NOW. Like give me the most soppy, wet, lovey-dovey relations ever. love so sweet it makes you sick. Give me shy Tinies, blushing giants, heartbeats you can feel through your partners chest. Give me giant's whos eyes light up the moment they see tiny S/O, rushing over to coddle and cuddle their entire world/.

Give me shy Giant BF/GF who doesnt wanna come off as overbearing or forcing themselves onto smol, but tiny literally wants nothing more than to be smothered by their giants lips, lips the size of their entire head. Give me the subtle inhaling and exhaling that can only be felt by smol. The warm, comforting breath blowing through your hair right before they lean in to give a kiss that fills your entire vision. or better yet, smol standing up on their tippy toes to reach and PULL the giants lips down so they can be Kisser rather than kiss-ee

[the--short--one]

Find Part 1 and Part 2 here

Part 3! I’m sorry in advance; I’ve been told this one also hurts

Again, I’m sorry if the quality tanked. Can you tell I have a hand fixation?

Just one more part to go :))

[so-very-small]

Nervously, my finger hovered over the send button. It had been five weeks since I last texted Will, but, fuck it, right? He’d always text back, and-

“DO NOT HIT THAT BUTTON.”

I flinched so hard my phone flew from my hand, flying through the air to land at the other end of my bed. My head whipped up, immediately drawn to the screaming from my nightstand.

A tiny woman stood next to my alarm clock.

This, obviously, was weird. I stared at her, wondering if I was hallucinating, and she folded her arms angrily.

“Hello?” I said, because what else could I say?

“You do this every time Margo, EVERY. DAMN. TIME.” She yelled at me, throwing her hands up in the air.

“Do I… know you?” I asked, leaning in slightly to see the scowl on her delicate features. “What are you?”

The woman shook her head.

“I’m a borrower. I live in your wall, that doesn’t matter right now,” she said, “I’ve seen this a THOUSAND times Margo, you get sad, you text your ex, and then you get sadder!”

I blinked.

She was kinda right, actually.

“I can’t see this shit happen again, you are NOT texting him tonight.”

She leapt from the nightstand to the bed, landing heavily on my duvet. Putting her two arms out to keep balance, I watched as she trekked across it with impressive speed, making a beeline for my phone.

“You’re better than this, girl,” she said, using her whole palm to slap the backspace button, erasing my ‘heeyyyyyy’ text. “He’s not even cute!”

Damn. She was kinda right again.

She was only satisfied when the text was fully deleted, and she made her way to the edge of the bed, where the blankets dipped down onto the floor. She lowered herself, preparing to climb down, pausing to give me a sharp glare.

“Don’t. You’re stronger than this. And he does NOT deserve you.”

And with that, she scurried down the side of my bed, vanishing somewhere amongst piles of dirty clothes and moving boxes.

I leaned forward to grab my phone, and after two seconds of debate, I blocked Will.

(I was too busy thinking about that tiny woman to even miss him.)