#I have a size kink ok i can’t help it 🥲

[linpunny]

Literally I’m dead.

Nymph: Big man make brain go brrr.

Warnings: size kink, GN!reader (no pronouns or body parts mentioned), choking, rough sex, creampie

Word Count: 0.8k

Pairing: Kenpachi Zaraki x GN!reader

Tags: @tokyometronetwork @nagumoan @rozentias @linpunny @bakugosbratx @bizarrebankai @sailewhoremoon @babiefwuit @blueparadis @semisgroupie @bookandyarndragon @strawberrystepmom @stygianoir

You loved how big and strong Kenpachi was. How his large frame drapes over you as he fucks into wildly. How his big hands would wrap around your throat as he grins down at your fuked out expression. You love how he essentilly used you like a fleshlight. His little toy to break; his to fuck; his to stuff full of his cum.

Kenpachi slaps your ass as it jiggles against his pelvis, watching his cock disappear within your dripping little sex. His feral smile shows his sharp canines as he snaps his hips into yours roughly, the loud wet sounds of skin meeting echoing through the room. He leans over, his hot breath fanning out over your ear as he licks the shell of it.

His large hands grips your hips hard enough that you were sure that there will be bruises on the skin come morning. Your breath catches up in your throat with each heavy thrust of his cock inside your pilable body. Nails dug into the sheets. Kenpachi was big; so big and thick that the stretch was almost too much for your tiny hole.

“That’s right. Take my cock like the good little cocksleeve you are.” Kenpachi grunts in your ear, feeling you clamp down even tighter around his girth, your moans and the sound of his heavy balls slapping against you making his grin spread even wider. He loved how small you were compared to him. He could crush you with one hand. Hell, even his reiatsu could crush you under its weight.

“Kenny~” You coo out, fresh tears brimming in your eyes from the intensity of his brutal fucking. Each thurst made it feel like you were going to break; his cock was going to break your sex, but Kenpachi knew you could take it. You would take him. “I feel so full.”

Kenpachi pauses for a moment, pulling out and flipping you onto your back as he lays his heavy cock on your tummy; the thick tip resting just below your navel. “That’s fucking because I’m fucking you this deep.” He laughs as he lines back up with your soaked entrance, his bruising grip on one hip, the other hand coming up to wrap about your throat. “Such a fucking greedy little hole, trying to suck me in. I’ll give my little plaything exactly what you need.”

He trusts back into you, your back arching off the tatami. Your scream is like music to his ears as he squeezes your throat to cut it short. Kenpachi laughs at the fucked out expression on your face as you wrap your small hand around his much larger wrist. “What? Can’t breathe? How about you fucking cum for me first then I’ll think about letting you breath again.”

His rough pace increases until his thrusts make your body bounce on the floor. You begin to feel lightheaded, but that one added to the pleasure of each powerful thrust of Kenpachi hips gave you. Your eyes shined wetly with tears as you clench down tightly on his cock, feeling that ball of heat burning low in your belly wind up tighter and tighter.

“Come the fuck on, little cocksleeve. Fucking cum already. Give me what I want.” He growls down at you, sharp canines moving to bury themselves into your neck as his rough tongue scraps across your skin. His cock twitches within yoour depths and he knew his high was approaching, but he wanted to feel you quiver and cum on his dick first.

The silent scream you let out as his hands squeezed your neck once more as he pressed his hand down on the small bulge his cock was making in your tummy had you cumming hard. Your body shakes and trembles as you clench down tightly around him, trying to milk his cock for all the cum his heavy balls was carying.

Kenpachi’s movements become sloppier as he thrusts into you without abandon. “Tiny little hole squeezing my cock s’much it's choking it. You want my cum that fucking badly.” His breath came out in rough pants as he feels his dick swell inside your spasming sex. “Then...fucking take it. And don’t you fucking dare waste a drop of it.” He gave you one more hard thrust before locking his hips in place.

His hot cum fills your body, painting your insides a creamy white in thick ropes causing you to choke out a moan from the feeling. “Kenny...” You manage to breathe out.

Your lover looks down at you, enjoying the blissful expression in your eyes. He moves his hand to allow you to breathe again as he drops an unchararcteristically soft kiss to your lips. “You’re so fuckng tiny compared to me, but you take my cock like a fucking champion.”

You smile at his praise. “Anything for you, Kenny.”

[kneelingshadowsalome]

könis reaction to reader who’s 5’0? 😊

Oh dear 🥲

Some NSFW under the cut, mostly fluff

König is so confused. You're pocket-sized compared to him!

He wants to help you at every turn ❤️ König simply materializes by your side when you're trying to drag a chair in order to get something from the top shelf.

"Let me get that for you," he hurries to give you the item, marveling at how incredibly tiny your hands look compared to his. The way you have to always crane your neck to look up at him makes his chest swell and his heart beat faster.

He’s having far too many wild thoughts about you; you're such a cute little woman. But he's also worried. Would he even fit inside you...? Would you be able to carry his child? (Yes, he thinks these things before you have even gone on your first date)

One time he asks if he could lift you instead so you can get whatever it is you need from the shelf. He suggests this mainly because he wishes to see how huge his hands look around your waist.

It’s an odd offer, but you can’t help but laugh: as if you didn’t know why he wants to do that. You float up like a feather as his hands close around your waist, causing you to giggle even more. When you return to the ground the bewildered stare behind that hood is far too adorable, and so is the way König has gone completely stiff just from hearing your laugh.

"I’m sorry. Did it tickle?" he asks with worry in his voice, and you slowly shake your head, both at his question and at this man's cluelessness.

If you ever admire his size, say that he’s a ~big boy~ or ask what on earth did they feed him back in Austria, König gets flustered and says something like: "Schnitzels and beer," and "Everyone is big compared to you." He doesn't know if you're flirting with him or simply teasing him.

You might say, "Excuse me, but everyone is small compared to you…" to which he immediately replies: "I guess so. Do you want to go out with me?" (Guy made a split-second decision that flirting and teasing are pretty much the same thing. Also, he has wanted to ask you out the minute he saw you.)

König tries to hold your hand, but sadly, it’s impossible, as is offering his arm to escort you like a lady. It’s another thing that makes him disoriented and a bit uncomfortable: he desperately wants to keep you close, but it’s difficult because of your height difference.

All in all, he treats you like a delicate little flower that could be crushed at any given moment if he's not there to protect you. At the same time, he desperately wants to see how helpless you'd look under him 🙄

König is very gentle the first time you two have sex, but it's a bit of an awkward experience. You’re trying to enjoy yourself while he watches with wide eyes how most of him actually does fit inside you. You don’t know if the look in his eyes is excited or horrified.

Another thing you don't know is that König has had sleepless nights, thinking it wouldn’t fit at all, worrying whether it’s fated that you two can’t be together. When he sees that this isn’t the case, he's relieved and delighted. You almost roll your eyes at his proud announcement of "I can get it halfway in...!" (Of course this giant has a size kink.)

It’s not easy for König to keep himself in check once he’s settled there inside your heat. This man loves to be in control... but not during sex! It doesn't really help that you remind him to breathe and take it easy – it's like telling someone not to think of a pink elephant.

You soon learn that the tense, breathless grunts are a sign of an approaching lapse. "König...? Gently, ok?" you try to remind him, and he obeys like a seasoned soldier – most of the time. He starts to slip near his climax, punching you in the cervix a couple of times with that monster, apologizing through gritted teeth just before he cums with a broken groan.

So yeah, sex isn't easy. This giant also nearly crushes you every now and then when he turns in his sleep. He squeezes you a little too hard when returning from a long mission and you have to scold him and remind him of his strength. Other times, you have to remind him you’re not made of glass, nor are you a helpless child even if you're small.

People look at you in public; the elderly sometimes mistake you for König's daughter and a few mean teenagers sometimes shout inappropriate things when you walk by. You have to grab König by the hand and calm him down to prevent a few bloodbaths… But somehow, you make the relationship work. König has already decided it was actually fate that you met, and he's never going to let go of his little lady ❤️

[wint3r-h3art]

Ride the Lightning | Thor x Reader

Summary: They say lightning never strike twice. Thor begs to differ.

Word count: 3.4K

Warnings: pure brain rotting smut with a little plot, size kink, oral sex (female receiving), face riding, couch sex, male ejaculation, creampied, shower sex. Mutual pinning if you squint. a bit shy/awkward reader (because w’re all a bit awkward talking to our crushes 🥲) 

MINORS DNI | 18+ ONLY

A/N: y’all know I’ve been wanting to read some filthy ass size kink fic. Well, if you want something bad enough, you gotta write it yourself. Here it is in its pure filth. No beta, so I’m sorry!! Feedback & reblog just mean a lot and greatly appreciated if you enjoyed this.

*** do not copy, repost, rewrite, or translate my works !!

You could feel him eyeing you across the room.

Another sip from your wine glass and you turn and pretend to listen to Sam and Bucky because God helped you, you can’t meet his eyes at all. You could feel the heat slowly blooming at your cheeks while your heart was practically hammering against your chest.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” Sam asked you when he noticed that you were acting awfully suspicious.

“Please, don’t mind me. Just enjoying my wine. Nothing out of the ordinary at all.” you flashed him a sheepish smile. 

Bucky tapped his shoulder and Sam turned in the direction and nodded in understanding. It was a known fact that you have had a crush on Thor for a while now, and almost everyone knows about it, well except that you didn’t know that everyone knew about it. 

“Aren’t you driving tonight? Perhaps you should slow down,” Sam said as he carefully took your glass from your hand. “Chugging that in one go won’t do you any good.”

“Please, Sam. I’m a big girl. I can just walk back to my apartment.”

“First of all, you are tiny! Second, not a chance.”

“I can drive her back,” Scott came out of nowhere and plopped himself back next to Bucky. The other man grimaced, clearly annoyed that he didn’t understand what Sam was trying to do here. 

“No,” Sam and Bucky said in unison, which Scott was taken aback by. 

“Well, geez guys. Thanks.”

“What they meant to say is that Thor should walk Y/N back to her apartment,” Bruce stepped in. 

“Why Thor and not me?” Scott was clearly offended, and it was so obvious that he was unaware of the situation as well. “What is so special about Thor?”

“What about me?” came Thor's deep baritone voice, standing there and towering practically over everyone.

“You should walk Y/N back to her apartment,” Sam said as a matter of factly.

“Agree,” Bucky concurred.

“Wait? Why him?” Scott asked, and Clint had to cover Scott's mouth with his hand before he leaned in and whispered something in his ears. Sam, Bucky, and Bruce all watched Scott’s face slowly morph into a knowing look. “Right. Ok, yeah, Thor! Be a gent and walk her home!”

“Ok,” he said suspiciously before downing the last of his drink, which barely gave him any buzz. “My lady?” He offered you a hand and you stared momentarily before you took it. All the guys were watching you with a knowing smile before you waved goodbye.

The walk was awkward to the point where you were no longer buzzing anymore. Thor was being Thor and was trying very hard to make small talk with you. Only for you to nod and smile because you still couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that he was here with you.

Once you reached the apartment, you invited him inside out of politeness. 

“It’s a bit small, but y’know, it’s enough for me.”

“I think it’s a fitting space for you,” he commented as he seated himself easily on your sofa. You watched the way his mass frame took up the space, and it made you swallow hard, imaging yourself on his lap and just–

“I saw you were staring at me at the party earlier. Care to tell me why?”

The question took you by surprise because he sounded genuinely curious. 

“Uh….” 

“You’ve been avoiding me since I got back? Did I unknowingly offend you?”

“No. Not at all. I–it’s literally nothing, Thor. I promise. Wine?” you chirped as you tried to make an escape to your wine rack, only to find yourself being pulled back by a very strong arm. You didn’t realize a man his size could move so quickly and so quietly, but here you were being spun and landed right in his chest. 

Your heartbeat was practically drummed against your ears, almost deafening you as you stared up. He was so much larger and stronger. His scent filled your nostrils. He smelled so delicious that your mouth started to salivate.

“I know that kind of look, little dove, so either tell me or I’m forcing it out of you. And you know, I’m very good at the second one.” His eyes twinkled with a promise, and you had no doubt that he was capable of it.

You chewed on your lips and you watched the way his eyes seemed to darken like a stormy sky. 

“Don’t tease me,” you said helplessly, knowing that your admission might ruin whatever little relationship you have with him. “But I like you.”

“You do?” he asked with a genuine smile. You could see a hint of red dust on his cheeks, and suddenly you understood why you have a crush on him in the first place. The man was like a golden retriever. 

You nodded. “I don’t expect anything in return, so don't look at me weirdly…”

“Why would I ever look at a beautiful woman weirdly?”

Oh God, now he has done it. You could feel your breath leaving you. You forgot how charming he could be too. “You think I’m pretty?” you asked sheepishly. Your eyes suddenly couldn’t meet him.

“I think you are beautiful. Small, delicate, but capable. Every time I look at you, I just want to scoop you up in my arms and kiss you until I’m drunk.”

“Oh. Wow. Um,” you chuckled nervously. “You do?”

He nodded as he sat down on the sofa, his large hand was still holding you. “Yes. Like right now…” he said as he pulled you in until you were straddling him. “If you don’t want this, you can hop right off, and I shall return to the party. We can pretend like nothing ever happened.”

“And if I don’t?”

“I’m all yours, little dove.” 

You stared at him for a long moment before you leaned forward, your mouth covering his in a deep, hard kiss. His scent flooded your senses. 

He groaned when he could feel you sitting atop the hard ridge of his erection. It was obvious that he was as ready as you are. 

“Come here.” His voice was deep and husky, making your skin prick with goosebumps despite the warmness that radiated off of his body.

“Where?” you asked. Your voice was barely a whisper as you stared deep into his eyes, getting lost in them. If there ever was such a thing, his eyes were like fire in a bottomless ocean– the sort of passion trapped underneath a glacier that had frosted over millennia before, yet burned hotter than the sun. 

“My mouth. It would please me greatly if you let me lap up all that sweet, decadence honey of yours.”

You wanted to moan out loud by the way he finished off his sentences with a slight quirk at the corner of his mouth. You hastily bunched up your dress and Thor helped you remove your panties. You forced yourself up slowly before you knelt astride his head; one knee on the edge of the couch while the other on the armrest of the sofa, spreading yourself out wide, giving him a clear view of your glistening pussy.

His large, calloused hands slid up your thighs, and his breath fanned over your needy cunt, making you shudder slightly. Thor slowly squeezed your ass, causing you to whimper softly. 

And then he started to lick you in a long and deliberate lap. His hand was kneading the back of your thighs as he settled into a feast, gliding his tongue along your list before he pushed into the folds, dipping inside you in shallow penetrations.

You couldn’t help but clutched the back of the sofa as you tried very hard to hold onto whatever was left of your sanity. Your legs shook slightly, almost wavering by the weight of the profound pleasure. You found yourself rocking your hips into his mouth, relishing the way his beard grazed against your inner thighs.

He would concentrate on that one spot that made you strain and cry out before he returned to stroke across your slit back and forth. He kept on doing this until your legs began to shake. 

“Do not come,” he warned. His deep rumbling voice seemed to send a tremor right through your throbbing pussy as he gave your ass another squeeze. 

You whimpered at that. How could he demand such a thing from you when he was so good at this?!

“I want to be inside you when you come,” he said before he gave your pussy another long, tantalizing lick. His nose brushed against your clit, and it made your thighs twitch a little.

“Please hurry,” you whined before you removed yourself from his mouth. 

This earned a disapproving grunt from him.  

“So impatient,” he said before he hastily removed his pants. He was long and thick like you’ve always suspected. Dark blond hair dusted the hard plane of his stomach all the way down. His cock arched up to his stomach. The pink, fat tip of his cock was already glistening as beads of precum leaked out of the slit.  

He was big. Bigger than anyone you’ve been with, and it made your mouth salivate. You know he was going to fuck your brain out and rearrange your inside.

You swallowed hard as your palm slowly wrapped around him. Thor turned and looked at you with half-hooded eyes. 

“Look how tiny your hand is. You can barely wrap your hand around me,” he said, biting his lower lips. “How is your cunt going to fit me, huh?” he asked.

“We’ll find out,” you said as he slowly pumped his shaft up and down. Your eyes are still glued on him, watching the way he inhaled through his nose. Thor spread his muscular thighs apart, giving you more room. 

You hummed at the obvious invitation. Clearly, Thor wanted you to do as you please. He was willing to be used by you, and that just made your pussy throb even more. 

A low, animalistic growl rumbled in his chest as his palm slid down to your ass. You could feel the tip of his digits prodding at your entrance while the other was holding the base of his cock, slowly tapping the head against your cheek, urging you to open up.

You glared before your tongue darted out to lick the slit. His eyes gleamed as he grinned. A soft hiss slipped past your lips when he plunged his two fingers inside you.

“So tight for me, little dove. Are you sure you can fit me?” he asked again, but he didn’t let you answer. Instead, Thor grabbed the back of your head and shoved the fat tip right into your mouth. You could only answer with a muffled moan. “Your mouth can barely fit my cock. Come now, you can do better than this. Relax your jaw for me,” he mumbled as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you. 

Thor would praise you when you moaned into his dick. The vibration pleased him greatly that he had to stop himself from thinking about fucking your mouth. He needed to hold out because he wanted to fuck that sweet cunt of yours, so dripping and so warm. He could see himself staying there and burying himself till the morning came.

“Alright, little dove. Let's see if you can in fact fit me,” he mumbled before he gently pulled your mouth off of him. His eyes glimmered at the way your drool was dripping down your chin, and the way you wet his shaft so nicely. 

You moved to straddle him again while he lined the head of his cock near your entrance. With both hands on his broad shoulders, you slowly sank down onto him, taking him inches by inches. You winced at the way he stretched you out. It felt like you were swallowing fire, only for it to feel like a never-ending mix of pleasure and pain. 

Thor sucked in his breath. His hands were clutching the armrest for dear life as you swallowed him slowly. Every part of him felt like being choked and squeezed to the limit. He tried his hardest to not plunge into you then and there, splitting you open till he filled you up with his cum.

You could feel the way his muscles strained and corded at the effort of sitting still. He knew if he moved too soon, he would risk making you come too soon. 

You bit your lips as you continued to glide slowly up and down his long shaft. He filled you too full and too much that was hard to even think. Your brain is filled with nothing but the feel of being stuffed by his cock. His heat and his hardness took your breath away every time you sank all the way down until your ass hit his thighs; the head of his cock struck deep, and the sound that slipped from your lips was nothing you ever thought you were capable of: raw and needy.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, hands stroking your thighs as his back arched, pushing his muscular chest against yours. You mewled at the way your hard nipples brushed against his hard chest. His calloused hands were still on your ass, holding you and guiding you when your movement got too clumsy.

Occasionally, he would help lift you up when your thighs gave out, sheathing you all the way down before lifting you up again with little effort. 

“Shh, it’s ok,” he cooed when your thighs gave out entirely. Your body slumped forward, legs shaking. His rough fingers stroked your spine, murmuring sweet nothing. “I’ll give it to you. Let me take care of you, little dove.”

Thor lifted you up as he pushed his hips upward, stroking you with breathless thrust. His name slipped from your lips as you buried your face in his neck. Fire and pleasure licked your inside every time he hit that one spot again, making your breath hitched in your throat. 

He lowered you again before lifting you up, fucking you upward into your greedy hole. The squelching sounds filled the room along with your panting and mewling. His chest rose and fell against your breasts, eliciting a new kind of pleasure.

“How’s that feel?” he panted as he held your hips in place. He could feel you close to falling apart in his arms as he began thrusting with determination. He was relentless, withdrawing himself all the way out before plunging balls deep inside you.

“So good, baby. So fucking good,” you sobbed. You tried very hard to hold on to his shoulders–just something to brace yourself for the slap of his hips against yours. He felt too good and you were more than ready to be ripped apart by your orgasms and Thor could feel it too.

“Come for me, sweet dove,” he spoke through his gritted teeth as he brutally thrust into you as he wrapped an arm around your waist, and pulled you flushed against his body. “Let me feel you squeeze my cock.”

You came with a loud shout. Your body spasmed as rapture ripped through you with a white-hot release. The rippling wave of your orgasms washed over you. Your pussy was practically squeezing his thick cock, milking him till he couldn’t help but moan.

Thor was still fucking you, using you so he could reach his own release too. He easily flipped you over. His large body covered yours while he drove his hips in and out of you with vigor. Each thrust sent your body forward while you laid there, too paralyzed from the afterglow of your orgasms. 

Thor hauled your legs upward, hands pulling you back to meet his thrust. He was so impossibly deep that every time he pulled back, no noise came out of you.

 His lips pulled back into a snarl. His nostrils flared, and fingers dug into your skin as his release exploded, filling you up with nothing but his sticky, white cum. His body strained above you as he crushed you to his chest. If you weren’t too cock drunk already, you could have sworn you heard a crack of thunder outside.

You didn’t know how long both of you stayed there. The soft panting and heavy breathing filled the silence as the rain began to slowly pour outside. Perspiration dampened his forehead. His golden lock stuck to his neck and he pulled back to look at you. Adoration filled his gaze as his lips moved to brush against your cheeks. 

You were still warm and feverish from one hell of orgasm he just gave you. “I’m scared if you pull out now,” you mumbled, nuzzling his neck. You could feel his dick soften inside you.

Thor chuckled. “Why so?”

“Well, you did come inside me…and like you came a lot, Thor.”

“And?”

“This couch is very expensive…if you pull out now, your cum will get everywhere. Like everywhere.”

Thor chuckled. “You are so strange, little dove. Fine, if that’s worrying you, we shall go wash up.”

You barely have time to ask him when he easily picks you up, his dick still inside you while he easily walks to your bathroom. His larger form dwarfed everything inside your apartment. 

With one arm still wrapped around you, Thor turned on the shower. You moaned at the way the hot water felt against your skin. Slowly, he set you down and the moment he pulled out, you winced at the way his cum was dripping down your inner thighs. You shuddered slightly.

“Holy shit, Thor,” you mumbled as you looked up, he only flashed you a charming smile. His large hand was on the nape of your neck before he leaned in and kissed you. He was so soft and so gentle, a duality from earlier love-making sessions. 

You could feel his cock slowly getting hard again, and your palm mindless found him once more. 

“You’re going to kill me with your appetite,” you mumbled as he stroked him. Thor rested his chin on your head. You could feel his heart hammering in his chest as his cock slowly came to life once again.

“Killing you is the last thing on my mind,” he murmured before he picked you up and wrapped your legs around his taut waist. Thor pressed your back against the shower wall as he slowly ground his hips against your aching cunt. Every part of you came alive as fire flowed in your veins. 

Once again, you found your pussy throbbing and pulsating when he just filled you up not too long ago. The hot water didn’t help either when all you wanted was to be fucked hard and rough.

You and Thor moaned in unison when he entered you swiftly, thrusting inside you with intent. He wasn’t being careful anymore as he crushed you against his large body. You were groaning with desperation as your arms wrapped around his neck. Incoherent moaning filled the bathroom as hot water splashed against his back. It wasn’t long till Thor pulled another orgasm out of you, making you slump in his arms. You felt spent and weak.

“Please, I can’t,” you pleaded with him. Thor only kissed your neck once more before he pulled himself out. “You killed me, Thor. How am I going to function now?”

“Please, this is just the beginning, little dove. I’m just getting started,” he winked and you knew you were in for a long weekend with the God of Thunder. 

Meanwhile, at the party, Sam, Bucky, and Bruce clang their beer together with a knowing smile on their faces as another lightning struck out in the far distant sky. Scott once again was the only one that was oblivious.

“They fucked didn’t they?” Clint asked as he stared out at the floor-to-ceiling windows. It was practically pouring outside. The other three men nodded before taking another swig of their beer. “Good for them,” Clint said before he took a sip of his own drink. “Good for them.”