just a lil alien

G/t art tag: #iamverysmol art what i tag my ramblings: #smoltalks 🛸 just a lil loser in her mid twenties she/her/they/them

[iamverysmol]

Do you ever just crave a BIG ol' smoochy kiss? ❤️

[oneapplesmall]

Reaching

(cw: light blood, previous injuries)

Decided that a couple of my non-G/t ocs would make for a great borrower AU so this sketch stemmed from that idea teehee. reaching hand means NO HARM!!! but still EEEEK SCARY!!!

Also a bit of hand practice. Did this without a ref so please mind that <3

Original OCs I based this au on below the cut <3

MY BELOVED OLIVER AND MYA!!!!!!!!!!! They're based in the 1970s <3

These drawings are a couple years old but still pretty much accurate (^-^)

And they are, you guessed it, yup, found family. nod emoji nod emoji nod emoji

[dozydawn]

[two-goblins-in-a-trench-coat]

a CRITTER? Carrying a BERRY?? Across a BRAMBLE VINE?????

[omyrahwrites]

The amount of trust a tiny needs to have in someone to let them hold them is already immense, putting their life, their entire being into a giant’s hand. Now the giant wants to stroke them with a finger attached to the very appendage used to lift up their entire body effortlessly that also happens to be as big as the tiny is?

Imagine how gratifying it would be for the giant to earn that trust for either situation. They both know how delicate the giant needs to be, but somehow despite the immense size difference, the giant is still able to hold and comfort them with gentleness and dexterity enough to lessen any risks significantly, if not entirely.

Over time any physical interaction involving hands becomes second nature for both of them. The tiny doesn’t even flinch anymore when the giant’s hands approach them, and the giant is so used to how the tiny’s body feels in their hands that they’re able to adjust how they’re holding them as needed without thinking about it. The two of them have so much trust and familiarity with each other that it’s not even a question anymore.

[omyrahwrites]

Fearful (Tiny PoV)

In which you’ve found yourself shrunken down out of nowhere and have a frightening encounter!

You slowly come back into consciousness. You don’t open your eyes yet, though, because you’re immediately more focused on the ringing in your ears and the painful pounding in your head. Your breath quickens, and you curl inward to cover your head, but after a few moments, it slowly goes away.

You calm your breathing, then finally open your eyes to find your bearings. Pushing yourself into a seated position on the hardwood floor, your eyes dart around, and you feel a sense of confusion and discomfort at what you see. You know where you are, but nothing is right at all.

A bed the size of a building looms over you as you crane your neck back. Off to your left sits your towering desk and chair, and your massive dresser to the right. Everything is making your head spin, and you look back down at the floor beneath you as you try to comprehend and process what’d just happened to you.

You’ve shrunk, and you gather that you’re probably no more than four inches tall, and you’re sitting out in the middle of the floor. You’re exposed, vulnerable, and you begin to hear soft thuds in the distance that slowly approach the room you’re in. Footsteps, you realize, and then it suddenly hits you. If you’re smaller than everything in this room, you’re smaller than everyone as well. The sound of your roommate’s voice calls out to you, and you have no idea how to respond, or if you even should.You don’t really have much time to think as he steps into the doorway. You watch him look around your room for you, a container of food in his hand, and you freeze.

You know deep down that you can trust him. He’s been your rock through everything you’ve been dealing with for the past few years. Yet, in this moment, you can’t help but feel absolute terror when you see just how much bigger he is now.

“Where are you at? Food’s here! It should help with your headache.”

Right, the headache you’d been complaining about earlier. You chalked it up to a lack of sleep, but something about it still felt wrong, and now you might have an idea why. He takes a step into the room, and that’s all it takes for you to cry out and scuttle back against the bed. The drawers beneath the bed prevent you from backing up any further, and unfortunately for you, the movement seems to have drawn his attention to you.

The moment his eyes meet yours, you watch his face fall immediately as he realizes what’s happened. He takes a much more cautious step further into the room to set what was originally supposed to be your food on your desk before turning back to you. You watch as he then takes a few steps closer before slowly lowering onto the ground and sitting in front of you.

You’re shaking at this point, both from fear but also from your lack of adequate body heat at this size. Paralyzed with fear, all you can do is sit there and wait to see what he would do. When he reaches out slowly toward you with a hand that could easily wrap around you entirely, you cry out and try to back away again, but you have nowhere to go. No matter where you think you could run, he’s close enough now that he could reach out and grab you before you managed to make it even five steps away.

His hand closes in. You begin to whimper, tears brimming in your eyes as he curls his index inward. Your eyes are locked onto it and you try to lean away, but finally it comes too close, and you close your eyes instead, crying out when the back of it softly brushes against you.

“Shh, shh… it’s okay,” he croons to you quietly, the same way he would any other time you were struggling and needed support.

Hearing how soft his voice is, feeling how gently his index rubs against your side, you feel just enough of your fear melt away to open your eyes and look up into his. You see no hints of malice, no ill intentions in his eyes as he watches over you. All you see is concern and sympathy, and though you’re still terrified, you’re able to control your breathing a bit more.

“Come here,” he nearly whispers, and you feel your adrenaline kicking in as you quickly realize what he means.

The small amount of progress you’d made toward not being afraid of him is instantly erased. Your breathing becomes rapid again as he now reaches both of his hands toward you. You shake your head and whimper again as he surrounds you on either side with them, bringing them both toward you. You’re shaking as they make contact, confident that you’ve never been this scared before.

He continues to softly shush you as he gently gathers you into his hands, your tiny panicked squirms no match for the massive fingers that effortlessly contain you within his hands. Even using only the smallest amount of strength, he quickly overpowers you and you find yourself being lifted up off of the floor. All you can do is tremble, cling, and cry as you’re now at his complete mercy. You hide your face in your hands, not wanting to see just how high up you are.

You know you can trust him, you know he would never hurt you, but it doesn’t make your situation any less terrifying. This absolutely massive being just lifted you from the floor with no struggle or effort on his part, and there’s nothing you can do about it. There’s nothing you can do about anything at your current size.

Just when you feel hopelessness begin to creep in, however, you feel a warm, gentle pressure around you. You slowly uncover your eyes to find that your roommate is holding you to his chest, surrounding you in warmth as his thumb runs along your shoulder.

“I’ve got you, you’re gonna be okay.”

You can feel the way his voice rumbles in his chest, the vibrations passing through you as he speaks. You wouldn’t have imagined that anything about him at this size would be comforting, but for some reason, feeling his voice is what grounds you. In that moment, you finally feel your fear dissipating as you now relish the feeling of being held in a moment of such intense vulnerability outside of your control.

You reach out to grab onto his shirt and bury your face against it as you cry. His hands carefully shift around you, holding you just a bit tighter to him as you gradually begin to calm down.

“There we go. I know this is really scary for you, but I won’t let anything happen to you. I’ll keep you safe, I promise.”

You look up to see him softly smiling, nodding in response before nuzzling back against his shirt. He holds you just a bit tighter with one hand as he uses the other to help himself stand up, quickly returning it to you once he’s on his feet.

You don’t know where he’s taking you, but you don’t care quite as much about that, focusing only on the feeling of him holding you. Even though you’re so much smaller than him now, nothing about the way he’s treating you so far has been any different.

His hold shifts on you one more time as he slowly sits, then lays back, letting your tiny weight transfer to be resting on his chest now. He keeps a hand resting over you, his thumb idly stroking across your hair. Looking around, you realize that he hasn’t actually gone very far, opting to instead lay with you in your room on your bed.

“Is this alright?”

You slowly nod your head, curling inward to snuggle in on his chest.

“I’ve heard of this happening before a couple of times, but it’s extremely rare… I was hoping this wasn’t why you had a headache, but uh, here we are I guess.”

You sigh to yourself, pressing your ear down onto his chest to listen to his heart beating beneath you, letting it comfort you as you try to process everything.

“There’s a treatment for it, but it’s a bit tricky to find. I’ve heard it sometimes goes away on its own too, but there’s always a risk of it happening again. It can’t be cured, but we can hope at least that this doesn’t happen too often.”

You nod again, feeling a twinge of hope as you learn of a potential solution to your dilemma.

“Until then, I’ll be here for you. No matter what you need, all you have to do is ask. We’ll figure things out as we go, and even if it’s a bit rough, everything will be alright.”

After experiencing such a drastic change in size, an immense amount of fear, and an emotional collapse, you find yourself yawning and looking up at him.

“Getting sleepy?”

You nod.

“Do you want me to put you down so you can sleep?”

You immediately shake your head and grip his shirt tight again, feeling a soft chuckle beneath you.

“Alright, alright, just checking. I didn’t know if you’d want to sleep here like this or not.”

You nod your head one last time, closing your eyes and letting yourself drift off to sleep listening to his heartbeat. You don’t know what the future holds, but you know that as long as you have him, you’ll be just fine.

[omyrahwrites]

I love scenarios where the giant has to earn a tiny’s trust, those are fantastic.

I also love scenarios where a tiny is forced to trust a giant because there’s either a threat that’s far more dangerous than the giant, or the tiny is simply more afraid of something else than they are of the giant.

The giant, who’d been hard at work trying to coax the tiny into their hands, now feels a scrambling of limbs as the tiny immediately climbs into their hands without a second thought when that threat presents itself.

The giant, who might have originally celebrated such a moment, now finds themselves trying to comfort a still terrified tiny while protecting them from any threats, perceived or otherwise.

When the other threat is gone, is the tiny now less scared of the giant, who has just proven that they would protect the tiny? Or does their fear of the giant move right back in, leaving the giant holding a tiny that is terrified of them again?

[omyrahwrites]

Devon's Secret (Tiny PoV)

(A/N: This is an introduction to my OC, Devon, who I've had since the early 2010's, the age when the G/t community was primarily on DeviantArt. The scenario here is one I've wanted to write about for a while. What happens when you, a G/t enjoyer, discover that your crush has the ability to sizeshift, and they find out that you like it? It's a best-case-scenario for a G/t fan to reveal such a vulnerable part of themselves. Also, this one is long at 5,644 words! Art at the end is by therealhearts and I have been given permission to repost it here. This is ridiculously self-indulgent, but I hope you all enjoy anyway!)

“Hey, can I talk to you for a second?”

You find yourself startled awake, glancing over your shoulder at your friend, Devon. He looks nervous, and you have no idea why, but you sit up and rub your eyes before nodding.

“Sure… is everything okay?” you ask with a yawn.

He looks away, his hand rubbing the back of his neck before running through his short, dark brown hair.

“It’s… complicated, but I’m not mad at you or anything. I just need to tell you about something.”

“Something like…?”

“Like a secret I’ve been keeping, I can’t keep hiding this from you. You deserve to know.”

You look at him warily, and he sighs anxiously.

“It’s okay, I just need you to promise me you won’t get scared. I’m not about to tell you I’m like a serial killer or something like that, but it’s, ah... still a bit crazy,” he says with a nervous laugh.

“And we have to do this now? It’s one in the morning…”

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can sleep until I tell you.”

He gestures for you to follow him, and you do so, rising from the couch you were sleeping on groggily, curiosity and anxiety both tugging at you. He leads you into the garage, a spacious room with no vehicles occupying it, and turns the lights on. He takes a few steps toward you and gently places his hands on your shoulders, and you can’t help but stare into his eyes. It’s obvious just how anxious he is, and it’s mirrored in your own eyes.

“Okay. You trust me, right?”

“Well yeah, but you’re not making a lot of sense right now.”

“I know, I’m just… worried you might see me differently after this, or that you’re not gonna want to be around me.”

“You’re acting really weird, are you sure you’re okay?”

“I…. I will be after this, I think. I hope.”

“Okay, can you please just tell me what’s going on?”

“Right, yeah. So, I’m not really sure how this happened, but I can… change my size. Like, I can grow.”

You blink at him. You feel a jolt of excitement in your chest at the idea, trying not to outwardly express it.

“…Show me.”

He raises his brows at you.

“You’re not gonna scream or run away and hide?”

“I honestly don’t know, just show me.”

He takes a deep breath, his eyes watching you carefully. Lifting his hands from your shoulders, he backs away a couple of steps and gives you one last ‘are you sure?’ look. You nod softly, and he nods in return before he slowly increases in size a few inches. You jump as you watch him grow taller right before your eyes, clutching your hands close to you as you try to process what you’re seeing.

“It’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you,” he quickly says as he stops, his hands raised. He sounds panicked, but you shake your head, you know this already. You’re not afraid, you’re astonished.

“H-How long have you been able to-”

“I don’t know, but it’s been a few months since I found out.”

You pause and blink at him a few times.

“…Can you grow any more?”

He looks at you incredulously, like he can’t understand why you’re so calm about this.

“This doesn’t freak you out?” he asks, gesturing at himself with his hands.

You shake your head, unable to take your eyes off of him. He grows another few inches to answer your question, and you find yourself in awe as you look up at him. You were already short compared to him, but this is something else entirely. Lost in the utter absurdity of what you’re witnessing, you don’t realize that your face has turned a deep shade of red.

His eyes soften when he sees you flushing, and he smiles warmly in response, any confusion or worry simply melting away. You finally catch yourself staring and look away from him, at the ground, and nervously wring your hands. Your heart begins racing as he then takes a few steps closer until you’re only a couple of feet apart. He reaches down with a hand that’s now quite big, gently tilting your chin up to look at him. You notice him grow a bit more, feeling his hand increase in size and watching him become even taller.

There’s a soft, yet somewhat playful glint in his eyes as he watches you, having not expected this sort of reaction from you at all.

“What’s got you so flustered? I was so worried that you’d be afraid of me after this, but you only seem more shy now. Is this… do you like this?”

You stare into his eyes briefly before looking away, suddenly feeling like you’ve been caught doing something wrong. Your cheeks turn a deeper shade of red as he’s effectively got you cornered, yet you know that he would still let you pull away if you needed to.

“I-I… d-do you like it…?” you ask in an attempt at redirection, not wanting to admit it.

He smiles softly, chuckling warmly as he grows another few inches, now standing at eight feet tall, looking down at you with an expression of adoration toward you that makes you feel weak in the knees.

“I do now.”

You already knew you liked him, but for some reason you can’t explain, him being able to grow in size immensely increases the intensity of your crush on him. You realize now, too, that he’s either just found out about your crush, or he’s known for a while now. At this point, you suspect it’s the latter.

He watches you fidget nervously, his thumb reaching up to softly brush over the side of your face.

“Hey, it’s okay. Do you want me to grow more?” he asks, his tone now soothing and comforting. He’s clearly much more relaxed about this ordeal now than he was at first, and he doesn’t seem to be judging you about this.

You sheepishly nod your head, your breathing quickening as you feel him pull away and step back before watching him sit on the ground cross-legged. 

He begins to increase in size again, taking up more space in the garage until his head nearly bumps the ceiling. He then stops and watches your reaction, but all you can do is meekly stare at him, wanting to get closer but too shy to initiate anything. He seems to take notice.

“It’s okay, you can come here,” he calmly encourages.

He slowly uses one hand to beckon you over, waiting until you’re close enough before reaching both hands under your arms and lifting you up, bringing you closer and setting you down in his lap, facing sideways.

The moment you’re sat in his lap, you feel his presence all around you as you’re held in his arms, with one of them resting behind your back for support and looping around to hold your legs so they’re folded in, curling you against him. Feeling his warmth surround you causes you to shudder and flush, and you notice his head tilted down, watching you closely with his deep brown eyes that you can now see so much more detail in.

The moment you make eye contact, you look away, finding it incredibly difficult to keep a small little smile off of your face as he’s holding you. You tilt your head down to try and hide it, but it quickly becomes obvious that he’s seen it anyway.

“Oh, you like this a lot, don’t you?” he gently teases, but his voice also holds genuine undertones, and a strong sense of relief.

Knowing you’ve definitely been found out, you lightly nod your head, sharply inhaling when he gives you the softest squeeze inward before slowly exhaling. Even if you are shy and flustered, you’re still enjoying this immensely. You feel yourself briefly pressed tight against his chest, your hands now finding out just how much definition his abdomen has through his shirt as you place them on him reflexively. You freeze up, finding all of this a lot to process as he relaxes his arms and gives you back a little room in his lap.

“I’m glad you’re not afraid. Admittedly, I’ve known you’ve liked me for a while, but I wanted to wait until I knew whether or not you were going to be afraid of me like this first before I said or did anything.”

You feel a sinking feeling in your chest as you realize it was clearly more obvious than you thought it was, and you find yourself sitting a bit stiffly in his lap. He leans down after a moment to check on you. 

“Are you okay?”

You feel him gently brush against your arm, leaning just slightly into his soft touch as you look up at him. Seeing the warmth in his eyes, the way he smiles at you sweetly, you find yourself melting just a little. You nod softly, though your hesitance is still written all over your face. He reaches up to hold the side of your face in his hand, his thumb rubbing over your cheek.

“Still feeling a bit shy about all of this?”

You nod your head again, fidgeting with your hands before he gently grasps them both in his other hand.

“You don’t have anything to be ashamed of or embarrassed about. If I haven’t made it clear enough, I like you too, and I’m actually really glad you like this new part of me that I’m still trying to figure out.”

You feel your heart flutter when he confirms that your feelings are mutual, and you feel a wave of relief now that the scary part of having these feelings for him is over. You still fidget anxiously, however, as this has now instead left you feeling a little overwhelmed. He takes notice, humming in thought for a moment before speaking up.

“I’m gonna re-situate you a bit here, are you alright with that?” 

Once more, you nod your head, feeling both excitement and nervousness as you think about what he might possibly do next. He pulls both hands away from behind you, and you watch and feel him reach them under your arms. With the same amount of care as before, he carefully lifts you up, rotating you to face away from him before setting you back down in his lap. You feel your back brushing against him, flushing immediately.

“Doing okay so far?”

You jump, not having expected to hear and feel his voice rumbling behind you. You feel him chuckle softly, but he sounds more sympathetic this time.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to spook you. I haven’t been too loud, have I?”

After taking a moment to acclimate to it, you shake your head. You can feel the heat of his body directly behind you, his torso a looming presence as you glance around, unsure of his next move. 

It’s not long before you find out, seeing his arms reach in to loosely wrap around you. You place your tiny hands on one of his forearms, and he places his hand over and strokes his thumb across them. 

After a few moments of still sitting a bit stiffly, he begins to slowly squeeze you closer to him. You can feel his abdomen pressing up behind you, and you’re now acutely aware of his breathing as he tucks you in close.

If you weren’t already flustered enough at this point, you certainly are now. You try to relax a little, but instead you only tense up more as you begin to cling to him. You wonder if some small part of you is worried that this will all go away if you let go.

“Hey.”

You feel him rumble behind you, tilting your head back to look up at him.

“Are you sure everything is alright? You’re holding on pretty tight there.”

You look back down, seeing his thumb still rubbing the backs of your hands. The affectionate gesture, his arms holding you to him and keeping you warm, it’s all still so new to you.

“I-I’m sorry, I’ve just… never been close to someone like this before.”

You feel him hum an ‘aww’ sound briefly behind you, feeling it vibrate through you into your very core.

“I understand. You don’t need to apologize, this is new to me, too. I mean, I’ve held people before, but I’ve never been big while I’m holding someone.”

You feel him lean over you, his shadow looming and all encompassing. He speaks to you just above a whisper, a hint of his voice still present and rumbling through you as his chest presses against you.

“Would it help if I told you I really like holding you like this?”

The wave of warmth rushing through your chest as he speaks those words to you so softly, along with the chills that run down your spine, is like nothing you’ve ever felt before. Knowing that he’s enjoying this helps you feel less shy about it, and you finally begin to slowly relax in his hold. 

You release your grip on him, letting go of your worries as you trust him to hold you and not let go, and as you hoped, his hold on you does tighten just enough to account for it. You release any lingering tension in your muscles until you fall limp, hearing him chuckle as he makes sure you won’t slump too much.

“Comfortable?”

“Mhm…”

“Good.”

Once he’s confident in his hold of you, he raises a hand to the side of your face. You feel a wave of warmth as he brings it in, resting it over your cheek, but really it encompasses the entire side of your head. He begins to softly stroke your temple with his thumb, a display of affection that finds you closing your eyes in response.

Feeling your head resting in his hand, you’re lulled into a state of deep calm as he holds you. You can feel his heartbeat behind you, it’s so soothing, what could go wrong if you just closed your eyes for a second…

.

.

.

…You aren’t even aware that you’ve dozed off until you feel the gentlest of shaking, jolting awake once more and looking around in a brief moment of confusion. 

“Easy, it’s alright, you just fell asleep,” he chuckled.

Realizing now what’d just happened, your face turns beet red, feeling both embarrassed and self-conscious that you’d just fallen asleep in his lap like that. He doesn’t seem to mind, however.

“Hey, it’s alright. I would have let you sleep more, but my back would kill me if I sat like this all night.”

“How… How long was I out?”

“About twenty minutes.”

“Oh, I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

“Shh, it’s okay, I promise. If it were a problem, I wouldn’t have let it happen in the first place. It was actually really cute, if I’m being honest.”

You still find yourself feeling embarrassed about it, but he once more strokes the side of your face before tilting your chin up. Even though his face is upside down to you, you can still see the warmth and care in his eyes.

“It really is okay. In fact… If you’re comfortable enough with me being this big to fall asleep in my lap, how do you feel about me being even bigger?”

You feel a shiver run down your spine as he proposes such an idea, looking up to see him watching you warmly. Just how big could he get? You don’t know, but it’s clear he hasn’t shown you the full extent of his ability to grow yet. You nod your head softly, seeing him smile as he approves of your response. 

You can’t help but feel a little disappointed as he carefully lifts you from his lap and sets you on the ground, shifting in size back down until he’s his normal height and standing to his feet.

“Okay, I’m gonna grab something for you real quick, then we’re gonna go outside to the hills.”

“Wait, outside?”

“Yeah, I can’t really fit in here if I grow bigger than I just was.”

“Okay, but… Sleeping outside?”

“It’ll be fine, I’ll keep you safe and warm, I promise.”

You flush deeply as you think about what that could feel like as you watch him step back into his place from the garage entrance. Moments later, he comes back out carrying a pillow and blanket in his arms. After making it back to you, he holds them out toward you, and you awkwardly grab hold of them in your own arms. You realize quickly that they aren’t yours, briefly confused until you notice that they pleasantly smell like him. 

“There, that should be plenty warm for the night. Let’s go,” he said, heading toward the exit into his backyard from behind the garage. 

Stepping through the back door, you’re met with a small fenced area, but he exits through the fence gate and begins to wander into the fields behind his home.

He approaches a sizable hill, motioning for you to follow him as you carefully try to carry his pillow and blanket without dropping either. He pauses at the base of the hill, nodding in approval. 

“This should do nicely. I’m going to get a bit bigger than I was before, just let me know if you start getting scared and I’ll stop.”

You nod your head, watching him begin to slowly grow until he reaches 10 feet before sitting himself down in the grass. He then continues to grow, surpassing 17 feet before pausing to check on you.

“Is this too much?”

You softly shake your head.

All you can do is watch in awe as Devon continues to grow, his body taking up more and more space until he reaches 22 feet, then stops, looking very comfortable at his current size. He then turns his head to look at you, lifting his arm and motioning for you to approach him. 

You realize almost immediately that this was much easier when he was in charge, picking you up and putting you down where he wanted. Now, you have to convince your muscles to move when you’re still trying to take in just how big and cozy he looks. He makes it worse by patting his abdomen invitingly, making it clear where he wants you settled. You’re already struggling to keep your knees straight as they threaten to go weak, and Devon speaks up, his voice a bit louder now, but still soft and gentle. 

“Come here, I want to hold you again.”

Hearing him confirm that he isn’t simply humoring you, a concern that annoyingly won’t go away, gives you a slight boost in confidence.

It’s enough to get you to slowly wander up to his side, at the very least. This close, the difference in size hits you even harder, and you pause in place as you stare up at him, seeing him watch you with warmth in his eyes. You flinch just slightly as he reaches down, gently taking the pillow and blanket from your arms with careful fingers that are now much, much bigger than even in the garage. Feeling someone so massive take something from you so delicately is difficult to wrap your head around, but he smiles as he lifts his hand from you, placing the bedding into his other hand before lowering his arm down by his side on the ground next to you. 

After he’s made it clear that you have to climb up onto him yourself, you step forward and place your tiny, slightly shaky hands on the side of his forearm. You kick off your shoes and take a deep breath before using it to brace yourself as you slowly, awkwardly start to climb your way up. 

Crawling over his arm, his skin, is an experience you never thought you would be living right now, but here you are, stumbling slightly as you feel him tense up beneath you reflexively. You reach out and grab onto his shirt to steady yourself before continuing upward, climbing up and onto his abdomen with relative ease. Once you’re up, you turn to look and see him smiling softly.

“There we are. Go ahead, make yourself comfortable.”

You jump as you feel his voice beneath you, and that’s the moment it sinks in that you are completely on top of him now, your weight supported by him entirely, with solid ground being a few feet below you. You look around with slightly wide eyes as you try to take it all in, and grab onto his shirt with a slight jolt after his abdomen raises below you, realizing that you can feel his breathing beneath you as well as his speech. You feel it raise and lower you slightly, feeling your face flush as you realize just how close, personal and intimate this situation is, much different from sitting in his lap earlier. Here, he’s supporting your entire body atop him with ease, and you can tell just how muscular he is beneath the shirt you’re now laying on. You glance up, both hearing and feeling him chuckle beneath you as you sit and process, his hands coming up to rest beside you.

You shift yourself a bit until you find a position that’s a little more stable, your breath hitching as you feel the warm, living surface beneath you twitch in response to your movements. Everything he does now just feels much more massive in scale, and you find yourself sitting rigid, your face a very deep shade of red, as you try to keep your composure.

Devon catches this, and reaches over to gently tilt your chin up toward him. He wears a warm smile as he regards you comfortingly, his thumb brushing across your cheek.

“Don’t be shy, you can relax. It’s okay.”

He releases your chin as he carefully reaches his arms up to loosely encircle you, and you watch them hover nearby, waiting patiently. You adjust yourself into a position where you’re half laying down, still trying to get used to the fact that you’re resting on such an incredibly massive being. Movement is slightly unsteady, but you finally find a position you’re comfortable with. Laying down almost on your back, you use your elbows to keep yourself supported, resting quite stiffly. You don’t know why you’re still so shy despite Devon clearly giving you all indications that he wants this too.

“All the way, little one,” he croons, reaching his hand over to gently stroke down the side of your face with the backs of his fingers.

Those words, followed by that motion, cause you to release all of the tension in your muscles as you slowly melt, and his hand follows you as you finally lower yourself down the rest of the way. Leaning back entirely against him, you take in a deep breath, slowly letting it out as any apprehension left fades away. You even go so far as to snuggle in, wriggling your upper back and shoulders against him until you’re perfectly comfortable.

“That’s it, settle yourself in. I’ve got you,” he reassures. You can hear the beaming grin on his face through his voice as he reaches down, slowly placing his arms across you and pulling you in.

With his arms wrapped gently yet firmly around you, you’re not going anywhere, and you’re not upset about it one bit. Feeling a bit more confident, you decide to try and get a conversation going.

“S-So, you said this started a few months ago, right?”

“Mhm. I really don’t know what caused it, but I felt something… awaken in me, I guess? I really don’t know how else to put it. I’ve messed around with it a little, but I don’t know exactly how big I can get, and I haven’t been too interested in finding out, since I don’t want to hurt or scare anyone.”

You give his forearm a squeeze with your hands, an attempt to offer him comfort.

“Well, I’m not scared.”

You look up at him, giving him a smile as he looks back down at you. He smiles softly in return.

“Then I guess I have someone to experiment with this around now, don’t I?”

You feel yourself shudder under the tone of his voice. It’s teasing, but also incredibly enticing. He knows you like seeing him grow now, and as you flush deeply again, it’s obvious he’s learning exactly how to fluster you and taking full advantage of that knowledge.

He chuckles beneath you as you hide your face beneath your hands, and you know he’s pleased that his attempts are working. As if teasing you even more, he grows a couple more feet around and beneath you, now at 25. His forearms get just a smidge bigger as they gently squeeze in, holding you to him very securely.

“Hmm, look at how small you are, now… almost small enough to fit in my hands,” he says, clearly not done learning what your limits to this might be.

The thought of only his hands holding you has you swooning, and you suddenly feel yourself going weak at the thought. You feel him hum pleasantly beneath you.

“Mmm, you like that idea?”

You nod your head, and he moves one of his arms to bring his hand in, brushing his thumb against your cheek as he smiles down at you.

“How about we try that tomorrow, then, hm? I’d do it now, but I’m already comfortable, and I’m enjoying holding you like this.”

You nod again, his gentle touch relaxing you further as you snuggle in against him. You finally feel exhaustion creeping in, the adrenaline starting to wear off from the initial shock of Devon’s size shifting reveal. You yawn as you pull your arms back in toward yourself, trusting him to keep you secure.

He carefully tilts your head up toward him, smiling as he sees how tired your eyes are, as if he’s been waiting for this moment specifically.

“Are you getting sleepy again?”

You nod your head, yawning again as you lean into his hand.

“Let’s get you all tucked in, then.”

You turn your head to stare up at him with concern.

“Wait, isn’t the ground uncomfortable to sleep on, though?”

You watch him shrug.

“Eh, it could be worse, I've done it before. Honestly, though, getting to sleep out here like this with you is worth a little back pain tomorrow,” he says with a smile.

You still don’t feel totally satisfied with his answer, but you’re too tired to argue any further. You yawn once more and rub your eyes, trying not to pass out right then. You hear a deep sigh, and you can feel the anticipation he’s had for this moment.

“Is it alright if I make myself bigger?” he asks warmly. 

You nod your head, thinking that he probably means a few more feet. Instead, you feel him shifting beneath you as he grows until he’s reached a staggering 40 feet. You feel tiny now as you lay atop him, glancing around in shock and mild apprehension as you realize just how vast he is beneath you.

“Come here,” he croons, his voice rumbling beneath you in a soft, loving tone.

You look up just in time to see his huge hands approaching, feeling a rush of anxiety and adrenaline in your chest. You glance around quickly, feeling significantly overwhelmed at this point. You felt confident when you told him you weren’t scared of him, but you didn’t expect him to get this big, and you can’t help but feel just a smidge frightened. 

You squeak as you begin to back away from his hands, only to find your efforts immediately thwarted as he moves one hand behind you, blocking you. You lean to the side to try to escape, but he’s quicker than you are, blocking you on both sides and closing his hands in. 

His thumb brushes against your shoulder as you give up, clinging tightly to his shirt and trembling. You jolt with a quiet whimper under his touch, and you hear a hum of concern.

“Oh no, easy, easy…” he murmurs softly. “Shh, shh, shh, shh. It’s okay, sweetheart, you’re safe.”

You feel his voice softly rumble beneath you, hearing care and comfort in his tone as he tries to quell your fears.

“Do I need to shrink back down a bit?”

You slowly shake your head, his offer to shrink comforting you, a confirmation that you feeling safe and comfortable are still his top priorities. You may be afraid, but you also want to push through this. You take a few deep breaths as you try to ground yourself. He won’t hurt you, you know this, so what is there to be afraid of? 

You shiver as a gust of wind breezes through, instinctively huddling closer against him. You hear another soft ‘aww’ from him, and then feel warmth around you. You lift your head to see his hands cupped around you, blocking the breeze from hitting you.

You look up at him, and he watches you with a smile. Any fears you had simply melt away as with that small gesture, he manages to wordlessly calm you down. You smile back after a moment as you adjust to his new size.

“May I pick you up?”

You nod your head, watching as his hands close in around you. With the utmost care and precision, he softly scoops you up off of his stomach using both hands and lifts you up. You cling tightly to his thumb as he brings you up to his chest, letting go only after he sets you back down. His hands pull away, and you look up to see him watching you fondly.

“How do you feel sleeping here?”

He holds up his blanket and pillow in his hand, and you nod your head, knowing that this means putting all of your trust in him. He smiles as he reaches his hand in, focusing closely on his movements now that his hands are much bigger to you. He uses his fingers to stroke down your back, gently coaxing you into laying down on his chest.

“It’s alright, darling, you can relax. I’ve got you.”

He reassures you once more, as he has been the entire night. Always checking on you or encouraging you closer, it’s very obvious that he cares about your perception of him at this size immensely, and you suspect he was bracing for a much more negative reaction to all of this. With the way his huge fingers are still so delicate in their movements, you begin to slowly relax on his chest, curling up and tucking your arms in. 

He offers you the pillow first, and you take it from him to rest it beneath your head, adjusting it until you find the best position for it to go. He then drapes the blanket over you, and you take a deep breath as you snuggle inward under it and on his chest. You then feel the weight of both of his hands resting over you, holding you close and making sure you’re warm, and that you feel safe with him. The gentle pressure is enough for you to feel his heart beating in his chest directly beneath you, lulling you into an even deeper state of calmness.

“So, what do you think?” he asks quietly, and you shudder as you feel the deep vibrations in his chest rumbling through your entire body, chills running down your spine. You feel his thumb rubbing your shoulder, soothing you further.

You think about everything that’s happened tonight. You were initially annoyed that he’d woken you up so late at night, but that annoyance quickly faded into wonder as Devon revealed his secret to you. After discovering that you like this secret, he’s wasted no time in taking the opportunity to hold you, to wrap you up in his arms and cuddle you close to him. He was quick to comfort you in your moment of fear, solidifying your trust and strengthening the quickly growing bond between the two of you.

“I… I really like this,” you whisper meekly, clinging to his shirt once more as you relax under his gentle stroking. You feel a soft hum of satisfaction beneath you, and you curl yourself further inward.

“I do too. Since this happened, I’ve been hoping that someday I could hold you like this, that you would feel safe around me, and here we are. Thank you for trusting me with this, it means a lot to me.”

His voice is so calm, so soothing, so warm. Combined with his hands holding you close, his heart beating beneath you, and the gentle warmth enveloping you from all sides, you’re struggling to stay awake in such an environment. You yawn softly, your eyes closing as you begin to let sleep take you.

“Mmm… is there anything I can do to make you feel more comfortable, little one?”

“Mm-mm…” you quietly mumble, shaking your head. You’re already feeling nice and cozy after being lovingly tucked in on his chest. You don’t know if it’s even possible for you to be more comfortable than you are right now.

“Then sleep well, darling. I’ll be right here if you need me,” he whispers, continuing to stroke your shoulder as you’re slowly drifting off.

Focusing on the feeling of his breathing and heartbeat beneath you, both a bit slower with his size increase, you’re soon lulled to sleep, excited about what the morning might bring, wondering what it will be like to see him grow even bigger…

Devon, waiting at a bus stop.

[omyrahwrites]

Sweater Weather (Tiny Pov)

(tw: swearing)

You're cold. One of your mini-giant roommates offer you a quick solution.

You’ve recently moved in with two mini-giants, brothers named Drew and Erik, and are now sharing a house built for people of their size, 19 feet tall. The price for rent was low, you knew you wouldn’t take up much space, and could help with cleaning, food prep, and anything else your size is advantageous for. 

So far, it’s been a bit of a rocky integration. The two mean well, but clearly didn’t think everything through. Navigation around their house as a result is tricky at best and impossible at worst. Thankfully, they have been patient and quick to offer or provide solutions to the various problems you’ve encountered.

One problem didn’t have to be addressed until recently, however, that being the temperature.

The seasons are changing. It’s still warm out on some days, but the fall weather is slowly creeping in, and on some days it’s been mildly uncomfortable. Today, however, you’re completely shivering. You can’t reach the thermostat, and a space heater sized for you wouldn’t be effective in a mini-giant sized room.

Even worse, Erik is at work, and Drew hasn’t woken up yet, so you’re left to fend for yourself for the time being. You grab your blanket as you leave your room, hoping that Drew wakes up soon and you can get his attention.

They’ve started installing various ramps and platforms to help you get around more easily, but it’s been a work in progress, and the couch hasn’t been addressed yet. You wish you had sooner, because as you stare up at the gargantuan piece of furniture, you know you’re in for a bit of a struggle.

With a huff, you ball up your blanket and toss it up onto the cushions, watching it land up top with no issues. As for you, you’re in for a bit of a struggle.

You usually have one of the brothers help you up onto the couch, but Drew is still asleep, and you really don’t feel like climbing up the flight of mini-giant stairs to get to him. You’re on your own. 

You start by reaching your arms up, trying to gauge how far you need to jump up before you can grab hold and hope. Thankfully, it’s not far, but it’s still going to be a considerable effort. You crouch down, hope for the best, and launch yourself upward. Your hands grab hold of the fabric of the cushions above you, and you begin to try and pull yourself up.

You’re glad Drew isn’t awake right at this moment to witness you kicking and flailing about as you scale up the couch, but you do manage to make it onto the cushion. You flop onto your back, panting with a small, victorious grin on your face. You’ve defeated gravity and scale this time.

Once you cool down a bit from the exercise, you start to shiver again, and you grab your blanket to wrap it around you as you nestle into the corner of the couch. All you can do now is wait and hope Drew wakes up soon. You won’t freeze, but you’re still going to be very uncomfortable until then.

Thankfully, it’s not long before you hear the telltale footsteps climbing down the stairs as Drew approaches. You suddenly find yourself in his shadow, looking up to see him leaning over the back of the couch with his arms crossed over it, staring down at you with a friendly, sleepy smile.

“Hey short stuff, glad to see you can climb the couch. Whatcha up to?” he asks casually.

You wrap your blanket tighter around yourself, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

“I-It’s cold, c-can you turn th-the heater on?”

Drew’s face falls as the realization hits him, flashing you an embarrassed, apologetic grin as he rubs the back of his neck.

“Of course! I’m sorry, we’re not used to having to worry about that ourselves. I’ll be right back.”

You watch him pull away from the couch and hurry off to turn the heat in their house up. You then hear him run up the stairs, back to his room? You aren’t sure, you haven’t bothered to check out what all is upstairs yet, since you haven’t needed to. You hear him climbing back down moments later, and you’re pretty sure he skipped a few steps on the way.

He finally returns, now stepping in front of the couch and watching you for a moment. You notice he’s now wearing an unzipped sweater, unsure as to why. It might be cold for you, but you know, and he’s just confirmed that he’s got a much higher tolerance for the cold. You don’t have time to think about it for long, however, as two massive arms reach down toward you. 

You let out a surprised cry as he first pulls your blanket off of you, then gathers you up into his arms, flushing deeply at just how easy it was for him to do so. This isn’t the first time you’ve been picked up, they frequently have to do so to help you get around, but you can’t think of a reason as to why Drew is picking you up right now. As a result, you feel anxiety kicking in, glancing around anxiously as he takes a couple of steps with you.

He then sits down on the other side of the couch, bringing you in close to him and tucking you to his chest.

“What are you-“

“Shh, it’s okay, just hold on a second.”

You jump as you feel his voice rumbling in his chest. This is the first time you’ve ever been this close to either of the two mini-giants. They’ve always just picked you up, placed you down where you need to go, and that was that. This is clearly something else, you’re just not sure what. What you are sure of, however, is how warm Drew is. 

You hold tight to him, trying to soak up as much warmth as you can before whatever happens next. It’s soon apparent, however, that you don’t have to worry about that. You watch as he reaches down, slides one half of the zipper into the other half, and slowly begins to zip up his sweater around you.

You gasp as his hand passes over you, light disappearing behind it as the sweater seals up over you, pressing you tight against his chest. There’s no worry anymore of slipping off of him at all, you’re far too secure for that to happen. You find yourself mostly shrouded in darkness as he finishes zipping up, having been left a small window near the top that you can peek out of if you wish.

You’re at a bit of a loss as you try to process what’s happening, definitely shy, but certainly not upset. You look around now that things have settled, there’s a bit of light shining in, but otherwise it’s total darkness beneath his sweater. You haven’t moved very much, your face a deep shade of red as you’re continuously held very closely against Drew.

You can feel his breathing, slow, smooth, and steady, and you curiously press your ear against his chest. You’d been curious about whether their heartbeats were slower than yours, and you’re quickly proven correct. It’s a slow, soothing sound that you realize will lull you to sleep very quickly if you keep listening, and you pull your head away. 

“I hope this is okay, I figured I could keep you warm myself until the heater kicks in.”

It becomes obvious very quickly that it’s working, and you nod your head. Curled up against him like this, with his sweater making sure you stay put, his body heat is seeping into you quickly, and it’s not long before you’re no longer shivering. You adjust your position slightly, curling inward and snuggling in as you take in a deep breath, releasing it slowly. There had been a small, shy part of you that’d been hoping something like this could happen, and as you’re surrounded by warmth, darkness, and a strong feeling of security, you’re not surprised to discover that you really like this particular way of being held.

You jump just slightly as you feel gentle pressure against you from outside of his sweater, his arms reaching in to cradle you and offer more support. Now feeling even more secure, you nestle yourself against his chest before letting your body fall limp, any tension in your muscles gone as the warmth he offers travels into your body. 

You look up at him just in time to catch him watching you with a warm smile, offering a shy smile back up at him before hiding your face against him.

“Are you comfortable in there?” he asks softly, beginning to run his hand over your curled up form to further relax you. 

You shudder softly under the gentle touch, looking up and giving him another nod before looking away again. He chuckles softly, keeping his voice low and quiet as he speaks again.

“Can I tell you a secret?” he asks shyly.

“Y-Yeah…” you mumble.

“I uh, I’ve kinda been hoping that you’d be okay with this sort of thing. Cuddling, I mean. I’ve been wanting to hold you for a while, I hope that’s not like, really weird or demeaning or something like that…”

You feel your face becoming red again, but you push through it and shake your head, offering Drew a small smile. You’ve been secretly wanting this too, and you wriggle and shift to snuggle up against him. You lean your head against his chest, sighing deeply and closing your eyes.

“I like this,” you murmur, “I might fall asleep…”

Drew chuckles and gives you the softest couple of pats with his hand, shifting his hold on you in his arms to make himself more comfortable. 

“Go ahead, I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

With Drew’s blessing, you yawn softly before adjusting your position one more time. You then press your ear against his chest again, listening to his slow, calming heartbeat and letting it lull you right to sleep. 

—

You’re roused from your nap as you hear the door being unlocked and opened, sitting up and peeking out of Drew’s sweater to see Erik having returned home from his shift. Drew briefly lifts his arm to offer him a wave.

“Hey man, how was your shift?” he asks, and you lean in as his chest rumbles against you.

“Not too bad,” he remarks, setting his keys down and dropping his backpack carefully onto the floor. He then makes his way over to the couch, and you watch his expression grow curious as he notices the lump on Drew’s chest.

“What’s that under your sweater?” Erik asks, leaning in. You blush under his attention, offering a shy wave before ducking down a bit.

“Oh my god, that’s fucking adorable,” he gasps, pulling his phone out and taking a picture.

Drew chuckles, offering you a soothing touch as he slowly rubs his arm over you again.

“They got really cold, we need to keep the place warmer for them.”

“Right, yeah… sorry about that. One sec,” he says, rushing away and upstairs to his room.

You’re left mildly confused, looking up at Drew as he responds with his own confused expression. Erik charges down the stairs again moments later, his hoodie having been replaced with his own unzipped sweater, and he sits down on the couch opposite to Drew.

“Can I have a turn, if it’s okay with them?” Erik asks hopefully.

Drew looks down at you with a soft smile.

“Are you okay with Erik holding you?”

You nod your head. You’ve been enjoying this time with Drew, but knowing that Erik wants to hold you too, you feel yourself feeling warm and fuzzy inside. Both of these mini-giants want nothing more than to make sure you feel safe, comfortable, and apparently cozy as well.

You shudder as you feel a rush of cooler air, the place still taking time to warm up, as Drew unzips his sweater and exposes you. He then gently lifts you with both hands, pulling you away from him and reaching toward Erik. The other brother carefully takes you from Drew, smiling as he brings you over to his chest and holds you close. 

You smile back, curling up in the same manner as you’d done with Drew. After making sure you’ll be steady for a moment, Erik reaches down and brings the zipper together, slowly zipping his sweater up over you and obscuring you from view. Once more, you watch as darkness envelopes you, pausing a bit from the top to give you that same window his brother left for you. You’re pressed snug against his chest, and you feel his warmth surrounding you.

“Like this, right?” he asks, his arms reaching in to wrap around you and keep you supported. 

You look up and give him a nod, watching his face light up as he sees you making yourself at home. You snuggle yourself up, feeling as warm and safe as you did with Drew. You see him look back at Drew with adoration and disbelief, sighing deeply and pressing your ear to his chest to listen to his heartbeat. You can’t help but laugh to yourself at how much faster it is than Drew’s, a clear indication that he’s very excited about this.

“Apparently they’ve been wanting to do this for a while. Well, not this exactly, but just being held and cuddled and stuff, like we wanted to hold and cuddle them,” Drew revealed, his voice just slightly muffled to you from beneath Erik’s sweater.

Erik looks down at you, who’s blushing and hiding your face against his shirt. Before he came home, you weren’t sure if Erik had similar desires, but with Drew so openly revealing that to him, his use of the word ‘we,’ and Erik’s eagerness to get involved, you can only assume now that he does.

“Aww, it’s okay! There’s no need to be so shy,” Erik says, rubbing his hand over you as Drew had been earlier, and you slowly melt against him. “Now we all know, and that just means we can cuddle you more going forward, how does that sound?”

You nod your head, a smile on your face as this all sinks in.

“Really, it looks like all we need to do is leave the heater off…” Drew chuckles.

“That’s mean,” Erik replied, but you laugh quietly, catching his attention.

“He’s not wrong, this is really nice… you guys are so warm.”

You look up at Erik, and he looks back down at you, his concern for you quickly melting into adoration as you smile up at him. He gives you a gentle squeeze, chuckling quietly at your eagerness to rely on them to keep you warm.

“You know we would still cuddle you anyway, even if you’re already warm, right?”

“Mhm…” you mumble, quickly losing interest in continuing a conversation as Erik’s hold on you starts to lull you into an even deeper, sleepier state of calm.

You still feel quite tired from your nap being interrupted, and curl inward more, nuzzling your face into Erik’s shirt. You yawn as you snuggle in, feeling his warmth radiating through you and keeping you nice and cozy. It’s easy to imagine yourself falling into a doze again, being held and cradled so close.

“No way, you’re just gonna… fall asleep on me like this?” Erik asked, his voice laced with a gentle awe and bewilderment. 

“They fell asleep with me earlier before you got back home. I think cuddling like this makes them sleepy.”

Erik looks down at you as though to confirm, and you nod your head. He blinks a few times before grinning.

“This is the best,” he starts with a soft whisper. “Go ahead and get as much sleep as you need. We’re not going anywhere,” he softly croons, his hand idly drifting up and down over the lump you form under his sweater.

You feel warm, happy, safe, and loved as you drift off to the sound of Erik’s voice, his breathing, and heartbeat as you’re held so close to him. This isn’t how you imagined today would go, but you’re not disappointed in the slightest. You now have not one, but two mini-giants willing to hold and cuddle you whenever you need or want it, and it looks like they’re going to enjoy it just as much as you do. This living arrangement just got a whole lot cozier.

[omyrahwrites]

Stormy Nights (Tiny PoV)

A storm keeps you awake, and you learn you’re not the only one.

It’s the middle of the night. You’re asleep peacefully in your bed until you’re woken up by a loud, deep rumbling from the sky. You cry out, sitting up and glancing around frantically until you hear a softer rumble of thunder, and the sound of intense rain hitting your window. You relax just slightly, but only because you now know what’s causing the noise. You’re still terrified, however.

Storms have always been a problem, you’ve never been able to sleep through them soundly, and tonight is no different. You try to get yourself back to sleep for a bit, but as the storm continues to rage with no signs of stopping, you realize that this is a losing battle. Thankfully, you can still access the tv at night, with the brothers having taken to leaving the remote on the couch for you. Accepting your fate for the time being, you grab your blanket, wrap it around yourself and reluctantly climb out of bed.

As you leave your room, you immediately see that the kitchen light is on. You’re not the only one awake, you realize, and you venture toward the kitchen to see who, and plans of watching tv immediately forgotten. This seems like a much better distraction.

As you enter the kitchen, you see that Erik is the one who’s awake. He hasn’t noticed you yet, but as thunder booms in the sky again, you cry out and rush toward him. This clearly gets his attention, and though he jumps as he hears your sudden cry, he turns to look down at you as you wrap your arms around his leg and cling tightly to him. You bury your face against the soft fabric of his pajama pants, grateful to have someone else around.

“Awww, scared of the storm?” Erik asks softly.

You meekly nod your head, clinging tighter to him. You wish you weren’t so easily frightened, but fortunately you’re learning that you can rely on the brothers to help calm you down.

“I used to be scared of storms too. I’m not anymore, but I know they can still be scary for other people.”

You nod your head, holding tightly to him like your life depends on it. It doesn’t seem to be affecting him much, though, as he continues what he was doing before you startled him.

“That doesn’t mean I can just sleep through storms like this, though. That shit’s gonna wake me up whether I’m scared or not. Figured I’d do some chopping for meal prep, but it looks like there’s someone else I should be worried about more.”

He moves as little as possible as he finishes up the last bit of chopping, and you look up at him as he looks down at you. He smiles sadly as he sees you clinging so tightly to him.

“I know you’re scared, but can you let go for just a second?”

Flushing, you nod your head and let go, taking a few steps back.

“I’m almost done, just need to put things away.”

You watch anxiously as he begins to roam the kitchen, washing things and putting food away in the fridge. You’re wringing your hands together when suddenly, a burst of thunder erupts not too far away, and you can feel this one. Not wanting to interrupt Erik again, you simply cower on the kitchen floor, hands over your head and eyes closed tightly. You tremble and let out the quietest whimper, warily looking up when you hear Erik’s footsteps approaching you.

The mini-giant kneels down in front of you, still huge compared to you, but much closer to your level now.

“Hey, it’s okay, I’m right here, everything’s gonna be just fine,” he coos, reaching a hand toward you.

Once you see him reaching, you quickly get back to your feet and stumble over to him, huddling up next to him and wringing your hands together tighter.

“Aww… c’mere,” he murmurs.

You feel his arms reaching around you, his hands gently lifting you up and bringing you against his chest for a hug. You cling tightly to his shirt, feeling his hand softly rubbing your back as he continues to offer you calming words and reassurance.

You lean the side of your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat to help ground yourself. Erik notices this, and you feel one of his hands rest on the other side of your head, his palm covering your ear as he gently holds you against him. With this, his heartbeat is all you can hear, and even though you can tell there’s been more thunder, just hearing his slow, strong heartbeat is plenty distracting.

He carefully sits himself down on the floor, cradling you to him and making sure his heartbeat is all you hear. When there’s thunder that breaks through, he gives you a gentle squeeze, softly hushing your whimpers and just holding you close. Over time, you find yourself feeling less jumpy, your nerves settling down as you’re held in the arms of the mini-giant.

You yawn as his heartbeat begins to lull you closer to sleep, hearing him chuckle and pull his hand away to address you.

“Do you wanna come upstairs to spend the night with me?”

You eagerly nod your head, knowing that even if you can’t sleep, you’d feel much better just being around him. You feel him shift you around until he has you sitting down in the crook of his arm, his other hand resting over you and keeping you secure. As he stands up, you lean against his chest, clinging to his shirt again as another rumble of thunder startles you. His hand squeezes you close as he begins to walk, and you realize this is the first time either of them have carried you like this.

Most of the time, when either of the brothers have picked you up, they generally move you to where you need to go quickly and efficiently. Being carried like this, however, is a very different experience. As you lean in, you listen to his heartbeat again, and the way he holds you close to him is just as soothing as feeling his footsteps. The motion of his stride combined with everything else almost makes you comfortable enough to pass out right then in his arms. The storm is quick to remind you that it’s still around, however, and what would have lulled you to sleep is instead keeping you grounded as you try not to panic again.

A part of you wishes you weren’t so scared, that you could handle things like nightmares or thunderstorms with ease, but there’s another part of you that’s been poking around in your mind, the part that’s enjoying all of this attention and comfort the two mini-giants have been giving you as a result. As the storm rages on, Erik continues to make sure you’re as comfortable as you can be before he begins to walk up the stairs to his room.

“It’s okay… it’s alright, I’ve got you,” he croons, brushing his thumb over your cheek and keeping you safe in his arms.

Once he reaches the top of the stairs, he heads toward his room, right next door to Drew’s, and you make a mental note of its location in the dark so you know which way to go if you need him at night again. Once he steps in, you’re immediately greeted by the light, calming scent of lavender, and you take a deep breath as he treads deeper into his room.

“I’m a back sleeper, are you okay sleeping on my chest with me tonight?”

You nod your head again, grateful for the darkness as it beautifully hides the blush on your face. You would love nothing more than that, to curl up on top of him and feel safe and secure.

He grants you that wish as he sits back down on his bed, carefully maneuvering himself under the covers with his legs while both arms still hold you close. He then begins to lean back and lay down, his arms keeping you secure as you go from being held to his chest to laying down on his chest.

You had been held against them multiple times at this point, but laying down on them is a new one. You can feel his breathing gently lifting you up and down, his heart still beating away beneath you. You curl yourself inward, small enough for none of your limbs to drape off of him, entirely contained on his chest as he becomes akin to a living mattress.

You look up at him to see him smiling, his arms moving away once you’re secure to pull the covers up, tucking you under them along with him.

The moment you feel the weight of them over you, a feeling of security finally takes hold. You immediately grab hold of them and tug at them, tucking the edge under your chin with your hands and snuggling right in. Erik chuckles quietly, and you feel more weight settle over you as his arms reach back in to rest over you.

Now enveloped under a big, never-ending hug, you nestle in on his chest and yawn, finding comfort much more easily. Even when thunder booms threateningly, knowing that such a massive being is keeping you safe and calm fills you with warmth, and your trust in him increases by the minute. Once more, his hand gently presses down on your head, ensuring you can hear his heart clearly as his thumb softly strokes your temple.

You melt under the soothing touch, and as if all of this already wasn’t enough, you take in a deep breath as his other hand rubs over your side softly, slowly releasing it in a content sigh. You hear and feel the quietest chuckle as Erik tries to avoid jostling you, and you respond by nuzzling against him.

At this point, you’re entirely unbothered by the storm as Erik effectively shields you from the worst of it. The fear you felt earlier has been completely erased, and as you lay cuddled up on his chest, you find yourself slowly drifting off, oblivious to the storm as Erik’s heartbeat lulls you right to sleep.

[unnamed-blob]

Your knees shake, legs giving out from under you as you collapse on one of the hard, uncomfortable benches on the train. The Militsioner’s voice is still booming, pleading, searching when you drop your head into your hands, prop your elbows on your knees and try to force in a shaky breathe while your heart threatens to burst out of your chest.

In, hold- it breaks into a coughing fit, desperate panicked gasps- exhale, inhale- not too fast-

You raise your face from your hands, casting a weary, relieved look out the window as you watch his large form turn away, lower to press himself closer to the buildings nearby, a critical eye scoping every crack, every crevice, every alleyway as he peers in. Pleads for you to return in a booming voice, in velvet wrapped promises that he’ll pardon you for good behavior, he’ll lessen your sentence.

You slump back against the back of the seat, hands clutched together as you try to will them to stop shaking. Because you hadn’t done anything. Because you didn’t deserve a parole or a sentence at all! Shouldn’t have ever wound up here in the first place, under critical eye of the law, hissed at for a crime you never committed.

You scrub your face, pulling sweat soaked locks from your face, hair wildly out of place from your desperate scramble and the cold sweat that had poured down your back, from the terror of being caught. The Militsioner had turned softer, kinder, when you’d gotten to know him, when you’d traded compliments and soft, casual, honest conversations. His critical eye had crinkled with a smile and you had seen his form curl inwards, closer to you on his palm, less tense. Shoulders drawn inward as though he were protecting you from the outside world.

But who would protect you from him? From the eye of the law that had befallen on you, a gravel knocked against wood and a finger pointed before you had even done anything? Who would protect you from being trapped in this town, herded backwards with a large palm and the trial that would follow? Everyone had seemed so certain you had committed the atrocity, and though you were an optimist at heart, you wondered if you’d even be allowed the choice of a lawyer to defend yourself.

The Militsioner has grown quiet, likely given up on his search of you, or perhaps so engrossed in it that he had shifted further away. It’s what gives you the confidence to shift yourself lower, peer out the window, if only to cast a quiet, mental goodbye at his back.

And it’s what gives you a full view of his face, crouched nearby, eyes locked on your form.

[s0c0ld0utside]

New Friend

Summary: You wanted to go on a camping trip to get away for a day. One of the forest's inhabitants had other ideas. Warnings: Kidnapping, Reader is ignored most of the time Pairing: Platonic Yandere Giant & Human Reader

No one could blame you for wanting to get away. Life was stressful, and growing more irritating each day. It was like you couldn't breathe. Do this, do that. Assignment here, fill out this there. Shift from five to ten. You could barely keep up, and the allure of the forest outside the city walls was growing harder to refuse.

Sometimes you dreamt of it- lying in the soft grass, gazing at the crown shy tree tops, letting ants mosey their way over your legs and watching butterflies flutter about. Hearing the song of the birds in the branches and the not too cold caress of the breeze. Yeah. That sounded nice.

What you got in reality was a white glaring screen as you chipped away at an assignment.

You were so fucking done with it.

Huffing, you opened up a tab, let your boss and professors know that you were sick and would be out for a few days and that yes, you could make up those hours next week and yes, a list of the upcoming assignments and readings would be wonderful and yes, you can and will catch up. Eventually. With that, you slammed your laptop shut and started packing.

Blankets? Yup. Pillows? Got them. Stuffies? Guilty pleasures are always needed. Food and drinks? Plenty. Clothes and toiletries? Of course. All were quickly loaded up into your car and without skipping a beat, you pulled out of your driveway and drove out of the city.

It was nice. Parked in a section off the side of the road specifically cleared away for this purpose in your area, trunk popped open as you lounged in your nest of softness. Half asleep and feeling the texture of the pages beneath your fingers as you turned to the next chapter of your book. Choosing that as your stopping point, you placed your bookmark between the pages and closed the novel, setting it down and rising. A walk would do you good before you made lunch. After a big stretch, you reached over the tailgate and grabbed your boots, worked them onto your socked feet, tied your laces, and set out for a short walk.

Realistically, one would set out with a water bottle and trail markers, but foolish little you decided to set out half asleep. Past countless oaks that all looked familiar and blooms of wild flowers craning their frames from the ground. Right into a tree covered in fuzzy moss-

You let out a "Oof!" as you walked into it. That was odd- the path had been perfectly clear before. Where had this tree come from? You reach out, palm pressing against the moss. It's white, like snow, and soft, really soft, and it slips between your fingers like fur.

"Ah…uhm, thank you?"

The rich, low, bassy voice from above made you freeze. Your eyes travel up, and large pale eyes blink back down at you.

A giant. You read of them in your elementary school days. Tall beasts covered in fur shades of white, blue, and green, pale eyes that shone at night. The giant seemed to be in the middle of snacking, seeing as it was plucking something from the branches of a tree. It's ears flick, and an eager smile twitches it's mouth upwards. "Wait- oh, oh! You're a human!"

The monster immediately drops whatever it was doing- a pinecone the size of you falling to the forest floor as the beast leaned over to pluck you up. "What are you out here for? Are you lost? Hiking? Camping?" All you could do was choke on screams and sputter as you tumbled around its cupped palms. It was like trying to walk on a sentient trampoline. Huffing out panicked breaths, you steady yourself with your hands before sitting on your knees, looking up at the giant's face. It's skin was pale, freckled with bioluminescent spots, and it's nose reminiscent of a cat's. Warm puffs of air caressed your face as its bright eyes observed you more closely.

"Screaming, okay, so you're lost?" The giant asked, its ears flicking. "Ohh this is perfect! I know just how to help!" You had no time to protest or clarify as it fully encased you in its hands, abandoning whatever it was doing to carry you away. "This is so exciting! I've only found human things but an actual human?! With nowhere to go? This is perfect- well, not perfect for you but it's perfect for us because now we can be the best of friends!"

Your stomach sank. You couldn't afford to be carried off by this insane giant. You had a life! It was miserable, yes, but it was yours. You had friends! And classes to attend and homework to do and a future to build! Steeling yourself, you felt around the softness before settling on a spot and biting into the giant's skin.

"Oh!" Coming to an abrupt halt that had you tumbling onto your side, the giant opened up its palms and peeked inside. "Did you just bite me?" It asked in disbelief. The feeling in your stomach worsened. What if you've just severely pissed it off? What if it decided to kill you right here, right now?

"I'm sorry," You stammered. "I didn't know how to get your attention and you just snatched me up and I dunno what to do," you went on, rambling and rambling before the giant shushed you. "No- no- I get it! I didn't think this through, did I? Shoot." Frowning, the giant shifted its weight. "I didn't even give you time to talk! I didn't even introduce myself! Agh, I'm not being a good friend am I?"

Tensely, you shook your head slightly. "I'm sorry," the giant sighed. "I just got so excited…let me restart- I'm Muirr."

You blink at it in disbelief. Awkwardly sharing your name in return, you go on. "I wasn't lost. I was camping just for the night. Could you take me back?"

Muirr hesitated. "Ah, well…you see- we've already traveled quite a way's away- large strides being a giant, haha! And I don't know exactly where your camp is so…you could stay in my den for the night!" Once again, Muirr began to move, carrying you farther away from your camp. "Tell you what- while you're resting I'll look for your camp so I can bring you right back tomorrow! Sounds good, right? I think it does!"

It did not sound good. At all.

Giant dens, as it would turn out, were actually large holes in the ground. Muirr carefully lowered you inside, settling you on a heap of blankets and pillows. "There, you should be comfortable in there," it murmured, hovering over the hole to get a good look at you. "I'll be right back, okay? You just get nice and comfortable!" Muirr called, rising from their crouched position and thundering away.

"What?! Hey, you can't just-" You protested, but it wasn't any use. Either Muirr couldn't hear you, or it was ignoring you. Frowning, you took in the area around you. Beyond the heaps of blankets and pillows sat bean bag chairs, tables, stacks of books, toys and dolls, random junk…

…Had this giant been wanting a child? A human child? Uneasy, you slid down from the heap, wandering over to one of the earthy walls of the hole. How were you going to get out? There weren't any roots you could grab onto, and you were afraid sinking your hands into the dirt would cause it to collapse. A quick pat on the wall proved the last thought impossible, The ground was so compacted you couldn't make a dent.

For a moment you wondered if this was it. If you were going to be stuck down here for the rest of your life. Groaning and patting your cheeks, you hurried off to the pile of random objects and junk. Maybe you could find something to stab into the wall? You could climb up that way. Settling down next to the heap, you shoved aside decorative table-drawers, a lamp, a statue of a cat…

…

…just as you found a kitchen fork in the heap, you could hear the approach of large, heavy footsteps. Abandoning the heap, you scrambled back to the heap of blankets and climbed up to the top of it, lying down and pretending to have been there the entire time. "Little one?" Muirr called gingerly, peeking over the hole once more. "Ahh, you're asleep. Shoot." It's hand rises to its mouth as it begins to fret. "What am I going to say when they wake up?! I can't tell them the truth, they'd be so mad at me! Maybe I'll say I stepped on their camp on accident? That could work…"

Muirr did what?!

Fighting back the urge to sit up and start yelling at it, you stayed in your spot, keeping your breathing even.

"I hope you won't be too upset in the morning," Muirr murmured, reaching down to fold a blanket over your frame. "It's not like it'll be so bad, either. We can be best friends now, like all those human stories tend to say!"

"Won't that be great?"

[n0rmal-cat]

Hiiii! I loved your Yandere Giant content! Can ya do something maybe about a giant who keeps the reader like a doll or a pet spoiled in a golden cage? (Very old creepy fairytale vibes) thanks so much! 🙂

Yandere giant x reader

[I tried to give reader a 'songbird' with no voice vibe, but idk how it comes off…]

You never really liked camping. Even as a kid, the idea of sleeping outside made you feel uneasy and exposed. Still, travelling across the country on a tight budget meant you had to cut corners somewhere.

You pulled your bright yellow van into what you thought was the campsite. i mean It looked right but the place felt wrong, somehow?..

There was no one else around. Not a single tent or car, and considering it was the middle of summer, that left you feeling more than a little isolated then you like to admit.

You tried to shrug it off and set up for the night. But now and then, strange noises would come from the woods, sending chills down your spine. You cranked up the van’s old radio, hoping the music would drown out your nerves, even for a moment.

Unknowingly, you might have led whatever was out there straight to you.

By nightfall, you started to notice things you should have seen earlier. There were no birds, none at all. You weren’t an expert, but even you knew that wasn’t right.

Still, you told yourself it was nothing, you were old enough to know that it was nothing. You crawled into the back of the van, zipped yourself into your sleeping bag, and tried to sleep.

-

You didn't know how long it had been since you had fallen asleep, but when you woke up, you nearly immediately realized something was wrong. Your van felt airy? And your windows were blacked out completely like they were trying to mimic the night sky.

As you sat up, you realized the van was gently rocking, back and forth, as if suspended in air. Panic set in as you scrambled for the driver’s seat, desperate to get out fast. In your rush, your elbow knocked the radio, which blared the same loud music as the night before.

Even so, you pressed your foot to the gas and…

Nothing happened.

That was until the darkness outside your car peeled away, replaced by a blinding light.

“There you are, my sweet little thing awake at last,” cooed a voice from above you could tell it wasn't human, it had to much reverberation to it. Only then did you realize your van was hung in the air by a hook and rope. A black blanket on their arms, were they being treated like a bird?

“Shh, it’s alright, darling,” the voice hummed, as if soothing a frightened animal which you guessed you were to them. “You’re so brave for staying so calm. Just a few more moments in there while I make everything perfect for you, okay?” They tsked softly. "Honestly, I can’t believe some people think this is a sufficient cage size for a human."

The giant turned back to a desk, revealing a massive, to you at least, elegant cage. But inside, it looked more like a dollhouse, with multiple floors and little 'rooms', only without any walls, and the rooms more like floating platforms held up by bars.

"I've fostered many humans in my days, but all were gifts from others. You, though… I think I’ll finally keep one for myself," the giant sighed. "some people say humans sometimes simply… appear i never thought it would happen to me...but you, oh, you’re a dream come true. My precious little thing, I’ll give you a home worthy of a human."

Once you collected yourself, you decided to look a little closer at your captor. They looked human, but only if you described a human to an alien. Long pointed ears, and where the whites of their eyes should have been, there was black. A long thin tail flicked behind them.

You turn off the radio and slowly roll down the window. "Where am I?!" you yell out to them. They turn back to you with a smile, not even surprised.

“hush, no need to be scared, sweetheart,” they hummed. “However you got trapped in that little cage, I promise you, you'll never get treated like that again."

“B-but I’m not a-”

But you didn’t get the chance to argue a shadow loomed over your van as they reached down, their huge hands almost crushing the van. They lifted you out and placed you in their hands you could only breathe heavily, helpless in their palm.

“No need for worries, little one," they grumbled at the discarded car. "Your new one is made of pure gold, as it should be, not some yellow painted metal." They tapped and righted the bars of the cage.

You look at your car, now mangled like some sort of toy your only feasible form of escape gone. Sure, running away might still be possible, but look at your size difference a single step and they’d be able to catch you.

“Now, let me see you,” they said, raising you up until you were level with their black, glossy eyes. “Do you have a name, little one, or should I choose one for you?”

You could tell they meant to comfort you, but their words only made you feel ironically smaller, so helpless to the fact that you survived only because they saw you as a pet, not a pest or bug to be rid of.

“Reader…” you manage to say, not wanting to anger them.

“Reader,” they repeated, lips curling up. “That’s such a sweet name. It suits you perfectly, little one.” The latch of the cage clicked open, and your throat grew dry. This was really happening, wasn't it? It was all so sudden, and they gave you no time to process anything.

“Think of this as your new home, but don’t worry, you won’t be cooped up. I’ve made special places just for you playpens and open areas. There will also be plenty of time to just free roam… under my supervision, of course.”

You blink, dazed from whiplash.

“I-I don't…”

“I noticed how music soothed you, so I made sure you have a music box here too,” they said, gesturing to the things in the cage, all of which looked like they'd been either stolen or found in the trash.

Yet as much as this terrified you, their hands were gentle…and it confused you. You wanted to resist them, but the warmth and softness of their palm made you just want to curl up, to surrender yourself to them.

Was this of your own will or something with them? You didn't know and honestly couldn't tell if what you were feeling was from your own will. You’d ached for this kind of care, and even if you couldn't tell if you were the one wanting it.

Every time you thought of something that could happen, they’d immediately prove you wrong. You were confused and didn’t know what to think.

"Y-you won't try to do anything to me, right?"

They let out a soft laugh. "Humans always ask that," they whispered, "but sooner or later, you all melt." They pressed a cool kiss to your head, and you tumbled backward flat on their palm.

They giggled. "But I love watching it happen. Now, are you hungry?"

and all you could do was silently nod

[michaela-o]

Here’s my take on this ☺️🧡

[omyrahwrites]

I love it when a giant slowly, casually approaches their tiny, like actively taking their time, and all the tiny can do is sit there and watch this massive being walking toward them. They’re not hurrying to get to them, but they know they have all of their giant’s attention on them, and as the anticipation builds up they start feeling their heart flutter, with the giant’s footsteps getting closer and closer…

This is even better if the tiny is still the slightest bit (or still very) nervous around the giant. The tiny knows that there’s going to be physical interaction, and spends the time it takes the giant to get to them trying not to bail and hide. The giant has sworn they would never hurt the tiny, but that doesn’t take away from the fact that they are still huge, and still agitating the poor tiny’s nerves by taking so long.

Just their awe in watching someone that big walking toward them makes me so excited for their interactions, I love it. Slow casual approaches are the best.

[rusted-pencil]

Continuation to this post 👀

[nmzuka]

gift art for my wife @bonkalore for her birthday~

[yippeesizedifgohard]

g/t july day 31 - bliss (from ashtreegt's post)

WEDDING PICTUREEEEEEEE (I love them)

Roger's pupils are extremely dilated because you know what they say... (if you don't, the pupils dilate a lot when you're looking at something you love) Was this just an excuse to draw victorian wedding attire.... noooooo of course noottt. (yapping and full outfit sketches under the cut)

losing my mind over Mabel's dress I had ZERO confidence in my ability to combine the elements I wanted in it and somehow I did. The bodice is taken from queen victoria's wedding dress (center image), and then I really liked the layering of the top dress + the veil length, and I adored the plush fabric of the bottom dress, so I did my best to combine them and I absolutely LOVE this dress actually. There's Roger in his overcomplicated ruffle covered shirt which I didn't think would turn out well either AND THEN IT DIDDDDD. can you tell i'm bad at backgrounds? thank you ibis effects feature for the sunset in the very back lol, but all i can draw is trees from memory. if i had picked out a reference photo I probably could've done better but I couldn't find one I liked and im not great at a lot of posing software. HOWEVER. i REALLY like how it turned out. one final thing but the bottom rendering of mabels dress actually turned out really well wow just looking at it i like it even more YEAH OKAY I GUESS I CAN DRAW CLOTHES OTHER THAN T-SHIRTS. also.

WHAT???? HOW???? THIS IS CRAZY (and also probably why my back hurts rn lol) AND THIS ISN'T EVEN A FULL RENDER HOW DO Y'ALL DO IT