thundering-susurrus

Dumpling created by @diddlesanddoodles )

This story keeps bringing me back here 🥹

Back when I was just a lurker, I was practically dying of thirst because there was such a lack of my favorite tropes in the Japanese G/T community. Then I found out that this international site called Tumblr was great for finding creative works. I literally cried because it was overflowing with exactly what I wanted. That’s when I first discovered the term and concept of "fearplay" and was like, "THIS IS IT!!!!! THIS IS WHAT I’VE BEEN LOOKING FOR!!!!!!!!"

Especially on days when I managed to find a blog where a huge chunk of their posts was fearplay, I’d be clapping my hands like a toddler and hitting follow in pure excitement.

More rarer images of Neil, my beloved:

20 years.

I find it so beautiful that this little rat's life has been remembered with love for 20 years and will be hopefully for decades to come. Truly a marvel of the internet.

"I could bend you," they say, voice rumbling like thunder. "With my finger and my thumb."

The fingers tighten around you in the smallest incriment, just enough to push the wind out of your lungs, to hammer in the weight of their words.

"A mere reed you feel in my hands."

The hands shift, fingers loosening to drop you in their cupped palms. You can't do anything but try to keep your balance, unable to look away from their eyes, their expression, the way they loom over you.

Their face is unreadable for a moment. They swallow thickly, and their eyes soften in the slightest. Something flashes across their features that you cannot name; anticipation, regret, fear, love, some combination of all four.

They fall to their knees. The drop is short for them, but long for you, and even in their cupped hands you feel as if you're falling miles. Your hammering heart flies into your throat. Giant hands are swept close to their face, and they tip their head down. They press their forehead to you gently, wisps of their hair brushing the top of your head. You can see the familiar wrinkles in their forehead, knowing their eyes are screwed tight, face twisted in anguish.

"But whatever I do with this cage-" Their fingers dip in closer, as if having you cupped in their palms and pressed to their forehead isn't enough contact. You’re surrounded on all sides, utterly consumed by them. "I cannot get at you, and it is your soul I want."

You both stay still for a moment, no movement aside from the tremble of their hands and the pulse in their thumbs.

They pull you back down to look at you, eyes hard and soft, mouth terrifying and enticing. The hands continue to lower, until you realize you're being placed deep in a pocket. You can hear them speak, ever so softly.

"Why won't you come of your own free will?"

I don't even know what to say

Giant finds tiny and grabs them so they don't get away, and the tiny starts shaking a pleading not to he hurt, and the giant just has to try consoling them even though the tiny is scared out of their mind

Giant *yells* at a tiny, perhaps out of genuine anger, maybe even squeezing them by accident, and the tiny just starts crying, not knowing what to say or do, and the giant slowly realizes they took it to far and just just completely shift 180 into being soft and comforting, trying to fix their mistake

Giant thinks their being good and nice to the tiny since the tiny is going and agreeing with everything they say, but the tiny is actually scared out of their god damn mind, only going with the giant out of fear, which keeps building up until the tiny accidentally screams or runs away or does something that lets the giant know how scared they were, which just devastates them