#tiny pov

[giantessfantasy6]

[gtposeref]

How about something like being held by G!Male, from tiny's perspective

He finds the tiny fascinating and is giving them deserved head pats.

[tinysolz]

Tangled.

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Nia gets tangled up in her climbing rope and has no choice but to get help from Mariana.

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Going out on a borrowing trip for some quick food didn’t seem like anything more than a burden. The human, Mariana, had discovered my existence. And although all of my core beliefs were screaming by at me to move out- something was holding me back. I mean I had settled down here, moving seemed like losing a part of me. Also, she didn’t seem that…malicious. After all she had let me go and apologized when she could’ve easily trapped and killed me. Nonetheless, I was still cautious.

A sharp breath managed to escaped me as I stepped out onto a bookshelf from a crack in the wall- the books looming over threatening to crush me.

I imagined Marina grabbing the books with her slim fingers, easily carrying them with one hand. Part of me wanted to gag, a shiver ran down my spine at that terrifying sensation of power she held over me- but the other part couldn’t help but feel a bit…warm inside.

Her touch had been so gentle with me, as if I’d break with the wrong breath. I almost felt bad for being so scared of her, almost. I mean she had done nothing but be sweet and care for me ever since I was discovered by her.

I couldn’t let guilt lower my guard though- one wrong move and she could easily snap me in half like a twig. That’s how naive borrowers get killed.

Preparing to descend I fastened my climbing rope, a fishing line, around my waist.

Although, right when I was about to climb down the string…the ground began to gently rumble.

Hitching my breath and accidentally losing my footing, I desperately grabbed at my climbing rope- my arms and legs getting tangled in the process.

As the door opened, I widened my eyes- it was the human. Luckily, she didn’t seem to have noticed me yet- the feeling of being even more vulnerable to her when trapped like this was not only humiliating but terrifying.

Squirming and struggling, the rope seemed to just get tighter and tighter- burning my skin from the roughness.

“Oh! Nia! I’m surprised you’re out here so early…” fuck. She saw me.

I froze up, looking up at her briefly before nearly throwing up at the sheer sight of her. God she was so tall.

I found myself unable to even speak, just pathetically struggling against my string- the physical stinging and towering view made the corners of my eyes blur from tears.

I hope she didn’t see my tears.

As Mariana approached, I felt my stomach drop- shaking me to my core.

She knelt down- finally noticing how scared I must’ve looked. I was able to glance up and catch her expression- pity.

I mean, at least I suppose it wasn’t malicious…but being seen as nothing but pathetic was somehow almost as bad.

She softly sighed, running a breeze against my skin as she spoke. “Shit…looks like you’ve got yourself all tangled up, huh?” She softly chuckled, a sweet empathetic look on her face. It was humiliating.

“I-I’m fine.” My voice cracked. As if this couldn’t get any worse.

“Here, just let me-“ she reached out her hand, the large digits moving as a nauseatingly fast speed- slowly beginning to engulf me.

“N-No!” I cried out, desperately leaning away from her hand.

Mariana paused- no longer smiling…a look of slight realization flashing across her face.

“Oh- fuck, Im sorry. I forgot you’re…not all that fond of contact! Didn’t mean to spook ya there.” Mariana attempted to lighten the mood, briefly withdrawing her hand. Although, her eyes widened as she must’ve caught a glimpse of my tears. “Oh- Oh no…” she reached out before quickly coming to her senses and pausing. “Hey, Hey-…It’s alright little dude- I’m not gonna hurt you.”

I curled up, my face burning up in humiliation and shame. The annoying hiccup sound escaping my lips as I attempted to stop crying.

“I-I’ll be okay- I can get out of-“ I winced, the string slicing a bit of my skin “this myself…” this wasn’t making my case any better.

“Are….you sure? I can help you, that looks pretty painful…” Mariana perked up a brow, slightly grimacing.

Just as I was about to respond- I cried out in pain, being cut with the string once more…this time much deeper.

Mariana gasped, “woah- hey, take it easy.” She winced, as if she was even feeling any remote pain. “Seriously dude, I feel like you could use a hand-“ I grunted, baring my teeth.

“I said I’m fine. I don’t need your pity!” I shouted- letting my emotions get the better of me.

Quickly realizing the extent of what I had just done, my heart dropped- the cuts seeming much less painful as I saw the offended look on her face.

I panicked. Now desperately thrashing and trembling not only from the fear, but now also the pain. Each jolt making a spike of agony course through my body.

I felt a radiating warmth as soft walls closed around me- Mariana was grabbing me.

Crying out, I bit down as hard as I could, the grip on me seeming to tighten instinctively as a small wince came from her. But she didn’t let go. Instead, she unhooked the string, walking to her desk and slowly loosening her grip, silently beginning to gently pull the string in various directions. My tremors growing with each breath.

I yelled at a human. I YELLED AT A HUMAN!

Surely she was mad. I saw the brief look on her face- this was a trick, a false sense of comfort to make me lower my guard and-

“There you go…” a soft rumbling voice coursed through the desk and into my body. I was…free. Scrambling backwards, she lifted her hands up in a non threatening gesture. “I…I’m really sorry for making you feel that way. I promise I don’t pity you or see you as lesser- I’m honestly still just trying to wrap my head around the fact that I have…a secret roommate in my walls.”

I blinked. There it was. That sickening kindness.

From the surface I wanted to believe that it was all fake- a facade. But the distinct sense of genuine compassion plagued my fear, as silly as it sounds I was scared of my beliefs crumbling. The things I had believed all my life being proven wrong felt…scary.

I took a deep breath, curling up slightly.

“…I’m sorry for yelling…and biting you.” I hesitantly spoke- the words making my chest tighten. Here I was- apologizing to a human.

“Oh- that’s alright…Don’t worry about it. It’s understandable, you were scared…I would be too. Plus, I barely felt it.” She warmly smiled, trying to dismiss my apology. There was a small furrowing of my brows when I heard that she barely felt it…if it was true…I mean I’m glad she wasn’t hurt- but it was an intense reality check of how vulnerable I really am.

I shook my head, sighing.

“…no. It’s not alright. You’ve been nothing but respectful and kind to me…I haven’t matched that. Or given you much credit.” I left out the part of this whole thing being so scary and foreign- considering she probably already knew that and I didn’t want to make excuses.

I was in the wrong, no matter how much trauma I have, that’s not her fault. And even through my trauma isn’t my fault either, it’s still my responsibility to heal.

Mariana softly sighed- a curl at the edges of her lips forming a soft smile.

A felt a brief rush of heat course through me- but I quickly dismissed it.

“…I appreciate it, Nia. But I’m willing to be patient…it’s understandable to be scared. Thanks for the apology though.” She lowered her head, leaning closer to eye level with me but making sure her hands were set gently in her lap- probably as to silently communicate to me that she wasn’t going to pick me up.

Staring into the details of her eyes we both stayed silent- the blooms of tan dancing in the dark brown seemed so warm and welcoming.

After a few moments, without really thinking much, I ran up to her face and hugged her nose. The blood from my fresh accidental cuts rubbing onto her skin a little bit.

I felt the air around me get briefly sucked in as she widened her eyes- staring down at me, the warmth of her skin radiating through me.

As scary as being this close to her was, I knew something needed to change. And I wanted to prove that I’d try.

“…Thanks, Nia.” She whispered softly, the breeze of her exhales enveloping my body before I backed up again, my face a bit red.

“…Thanks for helping me.” I spoke back, my voice a bit shaken.

“…No problem. I…assume you probably don’t want me touching you anymore today though- so, you can take some of my bandages and wrap your wounds yourself…if you’d like.”

I paused- before nodding.

“…yes please.”

Mariana flashed me another brief warm smile before slowly raising one hand, grabbing a first aid kit from her desk drawer and opening it gently, making her movements very slow and predictable.

Taking out some bandages, she shut the kit and placed it down onto the desk.

I took them, putting the materials in my messenger bag and letting out a soft huff of exhaustion.

“…I guess I’ll cya later then” She spoke.

“…I-I guess- cya.”

And with that I slipped away back into the walls, journeying back home.

[microarmy7]

Pov: Tiny in the dance practice room meets with Jimin and Hobi

[viperkalas]

Last thing you see before you're taken away to their world... This is one I made a while back, I posted it on Deviantart and I kinda wanted to post it here as this race will be (as broken as it is, I'm very scatterbrained) relevant to my world building.

[a-chaotically-small-lunta]

Ah that time of year where I take photos of Christmas but in the POV of a borrower. With some simply look up through the tree, others climbing the tree, and others looking up/down the tree midway through. With a bonus ornament photo cause I thought it was super cute lol

[so-very-small]

new smutty size story is up on my patreon! 700~ words, tiny reader insert, unaware bra entrapment ! link in reblog !

[spriteinthedark]

Kindred Souls

Trollhunters/Miraculous Ladybug fanfic (WriteLikeTheWind)

Marinette follows her sense of curiosity and ends up unraveling a mystery far bigger than she expected.

Includes: g/t first meeting; fluff; tiny POV; giant (well, human) POV; friendship.

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