#I love my short/average sized king

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Bouquets of Love

pairing: oscar piastri x secret admirer!reader

summary: oscar has no idea who is leaving such gorgeous bouquets for him but he’s very grateful (and very determined to find out who)

a/n1: I’m gonna need you guys to repeat after me — suspend your disbelief please

a/n2: this idea really came from sin’s discord cause we like imagining oscar dating a florist — blushing every time he’s handed a bouquet…good image

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Private Messages

Bluesky

user1: oscar has a secret admirer?!?

↳user2: oh that’s so cute!

↳user1: right?

user3: don’t worry guys they were from me

↳user4: nah sorry man they were actually from me

user5: ok but did anyone get any footage of Oscar receiving the flowers? Cause this is him —> 😳😳

↳user6: wait how did you know?? 😂

↳user7: no but be so for real i can just see him being so blushy getting flowers

↳user8: you paint such a vivid picture…

user9: i wanna know who’s leaving him flowers…does he have a girlfriend??

↳user10: none that we know of! But tbh he’s like the top of the grid for having a secret relationship

↳user9: that’s very true

Private Messages

Bluesky

user11: ohhh someone is pulling out all the stops this V-Day!

user12: oh to be wooed with gorgeous gorgeous flower bouquets…

user13: I know we’re all joking about this but damn those are pretty!

user14: I know we’re all joking about this but how is it getting to his car?

↳oscarpiastri: that’s a very good question…

↳user14: oscar!

↳user15: you’ve been seen!

↳user14: yeah I don’t know if I like this or not…

oscarpiastri: you say you saw me getting the bouquet — does this mean you saw who did it?

↳81fan: sorry king but all I saw was a person in a long coat turning the corner

↳oscarpiastri: tall? Short? Average? Hair color? Skin color?

↳81fan: literally just the edge of their coat

↳81fan: tbh I only suspect them because they were hurrying away

↳oscarpiastri: so you’re really no help at all are you?

↳81fan: you can get kinda mean can’t you?

petals_and_pedals

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petals_and_pedals: with Valentine’s Day coming up, stop right in for (almost) all of your needs!

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user16: do you sell everything there?

↳petals_and_pedals: hahaha it seems like it doesn’t it? But no, just flowers and formula 1!

↳user16: why?

↳petals_and_pedals: our parents left us an empty shop and we couldn’t agree on anything — so my brother runs the f1 side and I run the flower side!

↳user16: ok that’s cute

yourbrother: don’t forget to mention the sale

↳petals_and_pedals: oh yeah! Everything fast is 10% off this week. Everything pretty is 15% off this week!

↳user17: ok but what if they’re both?

↳petals_and_pedals: example?

↳user17: Charles Leclerc? Lewis Hamilton?

↳petals_and_pedals: not really my style tbh

↳user17: 😱😱😱

user18: do you sell premade bouquets?

↳petals_and_pedals: we do! And they come in a variety of sizes and styles!

user19: hmmm… 🤔

↳user19: user53 do you know what I’m thinking?

↳user53: …I do damn it

user20: if we don’t know exactly what we want?

↳petals_and_pedals: we’re here to help!

alexandrasaintmleux: charles_leclerc

↳charles_leclerc: hint received 😊 liked by alexandrasaintmleux

↳petals_and_pedals: if you dm us your favorite colors and flowers we can do a custom bouquet!

↳alexandrasaintmleux: 🩷🩷

Private Messages

Bluesky

user21: I’m loving this

↳user22: right? This is a romcom book waiting to happening

↳user23: I’m writing it as we speak

user24: ok where’s the crazy good detective user?

↳user19: I’m already working on it! And I think I’ve got it

↳user24: keep us updated!

oscarpiastri: if you people are gonna keep stalking my car, I’m going to need you guys to get better at photography

↳papaya_4ever: tbh it’s more fun watching you fumble this investigation

↳oscarpiastri: I’m gonna make sure you never get to go to a Grand Prix again in your life

↳papaya_4ever: not as much a threat as you think!

alex_albon: so this is what has you spamming the chats?

↳user25: he’s also freaking out about it to you guys??

↳alex_albon: everyone who lives in his building!

↳user25: that’s funny af

↳oscarpiastri: it is not!!

Bluesky

user26: WE GOT A SIGHTING!

↳user27: can anyone tell me why im more invested in this relationship then anything else in my life right now???

user28: I’m so sat right now. I can not wait for the finale of this…

↳user29: almost worth it to get the popcorn out…

oscarpiastri: ok I’m going to need you to give me a full debrief right now

↳81_4!: …not with that attitude

↳oscarpiastri: 😑😡

↳81_4!: yeah you scare me

↳81_4!: goodbye

↳oscarpiastri: get back here and explain yourself

logansargeant: damn…I wanted this to go on longer…

↳oscarpiastri: you know I’m kinda glad you’re not gonna be around anymore

↳alex_albon: wow you do get mean when you don’t get your way

↳logansargeant: he’s always been like this — ignore it

user19: ehehehehe I solved it

↳user53: yeah you did!

↳oscarpiastri: start talking

↳user19: already tagged you on her page!

↳oscarpiastri: I like you best

↳user53: no

petals_and_pedals

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petals_and_pedals: some of the bouquets premade for Valentine’s Day this Friday! Come stop in and make the day of love a special one!

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user30: those are so gorgeous!

↳petals_and_pedals: and on sale! liked by user26

francisca.cgomes: I hear you do custom bouquets?

↳petals_and_pedals: we do! Dm us and we can get started on making the perfect one for you!

↳francisca.cgomes: pierregasly!!

↳pierregasly: got it!

user19: ahahaha got it! oscarpiastri is this the bouquet you got today?

↳oscarpiastri: it is…good catch

↳user53: good job babe!

↳user31: babe??!?

Bluesky

user32: he got the girl!!!

↳user33: always believed in him!

↳user34: really?

↳user33: not at all! It was funny watching him freak out

user35: he got the date on Valentine’s Day??

↳user36: wait stop that’s so cute…

oscarpiastri: ok I wasn’t being plagued by bouquets…

↳logansargeant: really? Could have fooled me the way you were freaking out about it…

↳user37: really?

↳logansargeant: constantly. He was terrorizing everyone trying to find out who did it

↳oscarpiastri: go back to America and leave me alone

↳logansargeant: 😂😂

georgerussell63: Finally

↳user38: it couldn’t have been that bad…

↳georgerussell63: He yelled at me for 5 minutes because I couldn’t give him any camera footage from the garage.

↳user38: Damn. Didn’t think he had it in him…

↳georgerussell63: Neither did I…

yourbrother: damn I didn’t have papaya on the bingo card…

↳oscarpiastri: it’s the only color on the bingo card now…

↳yourusername: awwww 🥰🥰

↳yourbrother: I feel like that was a threat

↳oscarpiastri: it was. Yes. liked by yourusername

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: I got the girl and now she’s the one getting bouquets

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yourusername: you’re actually so adorable…

↳oscarpiastri: obviously but you don’t have to tell everyone that…

user39: ok I’ve only had them for a couple of hours but if anything happened to them I’d kill everyone then myself… liked by oscarpiastri, yourusername

yourbrother: gladly, she’s your problem now

↳yourusername: that’s not very brotherly of you…

↳yourbrother: I don’t care. Get out of the store and go have a life

↳yourusername: rude

charles_leclerc: a new daughter-in-law!

↳oscarpiastri: not yet…

↳yourusername: 😳😳

user40: google - how to be adopted into this family

↳yourusername: sorry but this one is mine

↳oscarpiastri: absolutely

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Can I make a request for dilf!JakexFemale! Omatikaya!reader?

While Neytiri is out hunting with the kids, jake makes his way to readers hut. And let’s just say reader is shorter than Neytiri so size kinkkkk🤭

Guilty Pleasure

MDNI!🔞

Pairing: Dilf!Jake!Sully x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Warnings/content: SMUT, jake cheating(sorry Neytiri), size kink, stalking/obsessing, some roughness/power over reader, oral/face sitting (Jake being a pussy eating king), p in v, cream pie, dirty talk, a sprinkle of angst at the end

W/c: 3.2k (holy shit-)

A/n: thank you for this request anon!!💖 I am a SUCKERRRR for dilf Jake! I got a lil carried away heheh but I hope y’all enjoy this! Comments, likes, and reblogs are SO appreciated! Muah 😘

“We will see you later, ma’Jake,” Neytiri sweetly said while motioning for the kids to go out of the hut, holding up the flap of fabric for them to walk by. Neteyam and Lo’ak went first, throwing a hand up and bidding a short “Bye, dad,” with their bows in hand.

“Come with us daddd!” Tuk whined and ran up and clung to his side. He chuckled at her.

“I’d love to, kiddo, but I gotta take care of something. Ya know, all my boring adult responsibilities,” He smiled gently.

She frowned up at him but had no choice but to accept he wasn’t coming.

“Bring me back a big ‘angtsìk(hammerhead titanothere)!” He joked while bending over and ruffling her short braids in an attempt to cheer her up. She giggled at his absurd request and ran off to catch up with Lo’ak and Neteyam.

Kiri came moping out and rolling her eyes like usual, she was not excited that she was being forced to go hunt with them. It just wasn’t her thing. She gave Jake a quick “Bye” and walked out without looking at him.

“I love you too!” He laughed, “You’ll do great!” He cupped his mouth and shouted to her. She looked over her shoulder and couldn’t suppress her small little grin of amusement. She pretty much always blatantly disrespected him but he loved her to death.

Neytiri smiled one last time at him before ducking under the flap, following her kids to go off to their hunt.

Jake’s smile faded from his face once they were out of sight.

He had a lovely wife and an amazing family—everything he could ever want and dream for. But unfortunately for him, his heart yearned for someone else. Someone who occupied his thoughts day-in and day-out, consuming his entire being.

He started to resent you for how bad he wanted you. But how could he blame you? You’ve done nothing. Nothing but just be utterly and effortlessly perfect. He felt like you casted a spell on him, damning him to be desperate for you. You were quite the sight to see; young and beautiful in all your glory. He could worship your body all day— the stunning curves of your hips and the rounding of your breasts. You were short in stature, not tawtute short but very much on the short side for a na’vi girl. But that just made Jake be drawn to you even more. During his endless daydreams involving you, he would have some particular thoughts of you. Images flooded his mind of getting to manhandle you around. He was bulkier than the average na’vi due to the combination of his human DNA, so he had no doubt in his mind he could toss you around effortlessly in several different positions. He also inevitably thought about how much tighter your smaller pussy probably was. And fuck, it wasn’t just your stunning appearance— it was also the way you were so damn sweet and compassionate to others. You never did anything wrong, it was like you really were perfect.

He longed to touch you and pleasure you, he would die a happy man if he could just watch you cum for him. It wasn’t even that he wanted the pleasure for himself, more than anything he wanted to pleasure you. So many scenarios have ran through his mind of imagining how your pretty face would scrunch up as an orgasm wracked through your petite body. He felt like he was loosing his mind, he hasn’t had this many vulgar, horny thoughts constantly since he was probably 17. It was like you made him young again. He wanted to show you how good he could make you feel. After all, he was experienced. Whether it was keeping Neytiri’s needs satisfied or previous lessons from his sexual partners back on earth, he’s learned a thing or two over time. He wondered if you’ve let any of the omatikaya boys fuck you. He hoped not, but he was sure they were all throwing themselves at your feet. I mean who the hell wouldn’t?

Jake had been stalking you for quite some time now. He pretty much had your daily schedule memorized and he’s even learned all your little mannerisms. Like how you looked down at the ground when you laughed, or how you quietly hummed to yourself when you were weaving. Sometimes throughout the day you would make eye contact when passing by each other. He noticed you would give him a little smile. It was like you knew you were torturing him.

But watching you from a distance and stalking you wasn’t cutting the mustard anymore for him. Sure, it satisfied the itch at first but it left him only wanting more. And stroking his cock to you felt good, but not as good as your soft, dainty hand would feel doing it.

He knew Neytiri was taking the kids hunting today to let them practice. And at this time of day, you were usually in your hut. He decided there wouldn’t be a more perfect time than now to approach you. He couldn’t let this keep eating him alive, he had to do something about it. So, he gathered up the courage to start his way over to you.

…

You were in your hut, cooling off a little. It was a hot, sunny day in Pandora and you always take a midday break around this time. Right before you were going to sit down, you seen a figure in your peripheral vision. It was… Jake?

“Jake.. I-I wasn’t expecting to see you here,” you stuttered and shifted to face him respectfully, caught off guard by your leader entering your hut. “Is something wrong?”

He stood confidently, almost like he owned the place— I mean he was the Olo’eyktan. Which was why you felt concerned and surprised to see him, surely it must be something important if he took the time to come here.

He surveyed you as you stuttered and slightly fidgeted with a hint of amusement in his eyes. His piercing gaze burned right through you, making you feel small and embarrassed. But he was the one coming into your home, so why were your cheeks heating up in embarrassment?

He finally broke the silence and breathed out a sigh. “Yeah, I’m afraid something is wrong,” he spoke with that low, sultry voice of his and once again burned holes into you with his eyes. He took slow steps towards you, casually.

Your heart dropped to your stomach and the blood left your face. “W-What is it? I’m sorry if I’ve done something wrong, sir-“

“Don’t play dumb and innocent. You know exactly what it is.” He cut you off sharply.

You were taken aback, eyes widening in offense. “Excuse me?” You scoffed.

He kept inching closer and closer to you and you backed up in return, scowling at him. But unfortunately you backed up against the wall, having no more room to back up.

He was eyeing you down fiercely, power and authority exuding from his aura. But you weren’t a pushover, and you gave it your best effort at holding his eyes and not cowering.

He swiftly grabbed your wrist and shoved your hand on his hard erection covered by his loincloth. You gasped, once more taken aback.

“Understand?” He quipped.

You snatched your hand back and hissed at him. You were unable to form any words, so shocked at this predicament. Your scowl deepened and your breathing picked up, feeling the intensity in the atmosphere.

He let out a single chuckle of disbelief and shook his head.

“You do this to me. It’s your fault” he snapped, “You’ve been torturing me night and day and you know it” he accused with his pointer finger in your face.

Your mouth dropped a little, eyebrows scrunched in anger. “What?? I’ve done nothing! You’re fucking crazy!”

“You are such a little brat. Sounds like you need that attitude fucked out of you,”

You couldn’t help the coil that twisted in your stomach to his words. The obscenity of them made your body react with a mind of its own. Slick trickled out of your hole, making a little wet patch in your cloth.

His nose twitched and he grinned menacingly at your new smell of arousal. “Is that right? The lil’ slut needs her pussy stuffed with cock?”

Your cheeks heated up, making a purplish color on your face. You were losing this battle quickly. You blamed your body for betraying you so shamefully.

“Fuck you!” You finally said. It was your last attempt at trying to get the upper hand.

“Yeah,” he laughed, “That’s the plan.”

You scoffed again, still trying to make it seem like he was crazy and you didn’t want this. But in reality, you don’t think anything has ever piqued your interest more.

He put his fingers inside the band of your loincloth, tickling the soft area below your belly. Your heart thudded hard inside your chest and more waves of arousal coursed through you.

He slowly and lightly teased the area, making your breath hitch slightly.

“Not stopping me, I see,” he quietly mocked.

Your let your eyes fall to his chest which was right in front of you. You didn’t want to see the smug grin on his face.

“Now what if I touch your little pussy? Is she gonna blow your cover?” He taunted some more. You swallowed roughly as his fingers traced further and further down into your cloth until he got to your soaked cunt.

He ran a finger up your slit, eyes dilating as he basked in the incredible feeling of your slick pussy. Your legs parted on their own, giving him easier access and you whined softly, leaning your head back against the wall.

“Fuck…” he breathed out, seemingly losing his control.

Your half lidded eyes met his again as he ran his fingers through your folds. You knew you were at the point of no return.

“Please..” you mewled quietly.

Trying to regain control of the situation, he straightened up and cleared his throat, still continuing his touching. “Oh so the brat has manners now?”

“Mhmm” you hummed shamelessly, pride be damned.

He licked his lips and looked down at your pretty lips, just waiting to be kissed. But he had other things in mind.

He yanked down your loincloth and it fell to your ankles then you kicked it aside. Then suddenly he knelt down and hitched one of your legs over his muscular shoulder, much to your surprise. You gasped hard at the first stroke of his tongue on your pussy lips.

“Oh!” You cried

You grabbed his dreads for support because your knees already felt weak. Looking down at him, the sight was purely sinful. He lapped, licked, sucked, and kissed all over your cunt, slurping up all your juices and making a complete mess on his face. He hummed and moaned on it, creating vibrations which elevated your pleasure.

He pulled back only for a second, your juices falling down his chin and painting his blue skin with white and clear shimmer. “You taste so fucking sweet, even better than I imagined,” he groaned in near disbelief. Then he continued working his mouth on your pussy.

You felt so good, feeling the most ecstasy you’ve ever felt. You’ve had a few partners and of course masturbate when needed but nothing and nobody has ever felt like this. He knew exactly where to go and how much pressure to apply and suck at.

He stuck a finger in your hole while he continued lapping on your clit. You moaned and fought to keep yourself standing up. He caught onto your struggle and swiftly moved to reposition you both. He laid himself back against the ground and had his hands hooked around you, bringing you down with him to then plop you right on his face.

Sitting on his face was much more comfortable and you tried to hold yourself up to hover some, but he grabbed your ass and pushed all your weight down on him. You switched between watching him do his thing and throwing your head back, closing your eyes and welcoming all the sensations. All his sounds were muffled but looking behind you and seeing his still rock hard erection and watching his feet curl and his legs dance around told you that he was very much enjoying himself.

You knew your orgasm was about to come. The pleasure was coming to a peak and you relaxed and let it happen. You came with a loud and drawn out moan, thighs shaking from the intensity. His humming got louder as he licked up all your essence, drawing out your high but letting off before you got overstimulated.

You rose off and scooted back a little to sit on his chest, looking down at his absolutely soaked face.

“Holy fuck,” you breathed out roughly, trying to catch your breath, “you didn’t tell me you were a pussy eating expert”

He chuckled with that deep voice of his, making your pussy flutter. “You thought the old man wouldn’t know how to eat pussy? Baby girl I am very experienced,” he winked.

You rolled your eyes at his cockiness, trying not to smile. Before letting you fully catch your breath, he sat up and effortlessly carried you with him, you were like a little rag doll in his huge, bulky arms. He hung you over one of his shoulders, ass up in the air. He smacked it and you let out a little yelp of surprise and smacked his back in return.

“You are so tiny, ya know that?”

You rolled your eyes once again. “Yes, everyone loves telling me how short I am” you complained.

“Mhmm well I think it’s hot as fuck”

He set you down on the table and you were facing him, legs spread out and pussy on full display. His eyes drank in the sight of your most intimate part, being fully captivated by you. You then took the reigns and slipped off your skimpy top, leaving him even more speechless. You smirked in satisfaction at how pussy whipped he was already.

He didn’t fail to notice your shit-eating grin and quiet laugh. “Oh yeah? You won’t be laughing much longer,” he threatened while untying the strings of his loincloth, letting it fall to the floor.

And it did in fact shut you up. He was huge. Your jaw hung low like an idiot and he laughed at you.

“You’re not that big. I’ve had bigger.” You lied, trying to sound confident.

He narrowed his eyes and felt a pang of jealousy at the thought of someone else getting to fuck you. “That so? Well then you should have no problem taking me,” he taunted.

You were nervous about how it would hurt but you put on a brave face. You spread your legs wider and gave him doe eyes as an invitation to go ahead.

His bigger body hovered over your small frame as he positioned his cock at your entrance. He teased your folds and your opening, making you buck your hips up in an effort to get him inside of you. His cockhead breached into your hole and you gasped in unison. He was so thick and girthy, the stretch against your walls was one you’ve never experienced this intensely.

He sank in deeper, thrusting a little to help break it in. You winced and moaned but stayed relaxed and let him keep going. He finally bottomed out. Then pulled back and started thrusting.

Your eyes widened and your jaw fell slack. The drag against your walls and the pressure his dick provided on your cervix made you nearly see stars, clouding your vision in a bit of a haze.

“Mmmm!! ‘s so good!” You slurred drunkenly, choking on your moans and cries.

He grunted and moaned above you, keeping a steady rhythm as his balls slapped against your ass.

“Holy shit” he gritted between his teeth, slightly baring them at you while he got caught up in the passion. He squeezed his eyes shut and his head slumped down, hanging from between his shoulders. “You’re gonna make me cum too quick” he panted.

You moaned in response, loving how you were breaking him. He cupped both your tits and gave them a squeeze, edging both of you on more.

“More!! Please!” You didn’t really know what you were asking for but he seemed to know right away.

He pulled out quickly and swiftly flipped you over, pulling you from the hips to scooch your ass up against him. He entered you again easily and plunged all the way in making you moan loudly.

“Cum on this dick, baby,” he grunted as he then started a fast and hard pace, increasing it from the previous pace.

His dick was now reaching so far up into you and satisfying all your sweet spots. He was fucking into you like a bunny in heat, hiking up one of his legs and placing his foot on the table to have a better grasp on you and a better angle to fuck you.

“Fuckkkk!” You screamed, getting your cervix pounding into over and over again. You felt your walls convulsing around him and knew you were getting close.

He pushed your head down into the table, his enormous hand pretty much engulfing the entire size of your head. Your hair fell around your face and was scattered in a complete mess.

“Shit baby, you’re close, huh?” He groaned.

“Yesss! Don’t fucking stop!” You begged and whimpered.

And then you felt your coil snap. The waves of sweet release spread throughout your whole body. Your pussy’s grip on his dick tightened, making him cum right after you.

“Nghh- gonna fill you up” he moaned while still bringing your ass back to meet his hips, slowing down and milking out both your orgasms. His hot cum spurted into your womb, filling you up just like he said.

He finally stopped his slow thrusts and pulled out gently making you whine as you felt some of his cum seep out.

He stepped back to admire his work, taking a mental screenshot of your cream pied cunt. He used his thumb to gather what had dripped and pushed it back into you.

“Your pussy looks best with my cum in it,” he admired.

You rolled over to your side, completely exhausted. You looked at him expectantly, wanting him to lay with you now.

He got your message by the look in your face. “I’m sorry baby but I gotta leave now. As much as I’d rather be stuffed inside you, I gotta get back to my place before my-“ he paused, looking physically pained, “before my family gets back home.”

Of course, you thought to yourself, how the fuck could you forget? Guiltiness flooded your heart, making it physically ache for his wife and kids. You felt terrible. You never liked a homewrecker and now you were a complete hypocrite and felt like a whore.

“Yes, o-of course… I’m sorry,” you offered weakly.

He weakly smiled as a response, pain still in his eyes as the post-nut clarity washed over him and guiltiness attacked his conscious as well.

“I’ll see you later, y/n.” And with that he left your hut.

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Kings of the World: Europe's Protector

Dominic, for the most part, was what the gay community would consider average. He had some mass to him, though not much, and his junk was fairly average. He had light body hair and a short beard, though not enough to be considered an otter. Almost no one swiped him on any dating app, which did leave him feeling dejected. He was a top, though all of his few matches pegged him as a submissive bottom. Though, someday, he hoped that he would gain the strength he desired.

Alone in his apartment, Dominic was doomscrolling through Instagram, crying over pictures of happy men in love. It had been so long since his last hookup, let alone his last boyfriend, that he had become incredibly touch-starved. London's pool of gay men had been incredibly unkind to him.

KLUNK.

A single notification rang from Dominic's phone. A match! Dominic dove to his phone, and couldn't believe his eyes. An absolute stud of a man had decided to give Dominic his approval. His pecs and ass were perky and voluptuous, his dark skin accented his enormous muscles perfectly, and judging by his bulge, he was more hung than every other man Dominic had seen, combined. The crystal crown on his head, while a little tacky, only added to his allure. According to his profile, he was "King Leon."

That sure is a King of a man, all right. Dominic thought.

Soon, they began to chat.

King_Leon: Hey. I think you might have exactly what I'm looking for. Meet me at my place?

DomDom74: Absolutely! I'm on my way!

Dominic dashed to his car, and drove as fast as he could over to where King Leon said his address was. It was a tall apartment building, with an impressive view over Buckingham Palace.

King_Leon: Head to the Penthouse. I'll be waiting ;)

Not only is he immeasureably hot, but he's also rich? Dominic thought. This could not be going better.

Dominic sauntered up to the elevator, and hit the button for the Penthouse suite.

"Dom?" King Leon's Nigerian accent entered Dominic's ears like butter from the intercom. It was smoky and rhythmic, with a deep, rich melody that caused Dominic's cock to instantly harden.

"Y-yes?" Dominic stammered. He was already flustered, and he hadn't even met the man yet.

"I'm glad to see you could make it. I'll let you on up now." King Leon said.

Soon, the elevator opened into a lavish Penthouse suite, each room the size of Dominic's entire apartment. Relics and statues from every corner of the globe accented the space, though most were from Africa, where King Leon's throne resided.

King Leon himself was standing in the middle of the room, wearing nothing but a small towel. He was even hotter in person. His muscles, divine, his skin, glistening, his ass, superb, his incredible height and his enormous cock visible even through the towel.

"Dominic, it is so good to have you here." King Leon rumbled, his voice flowing over Dominic like a river, wearing down his inhibitions.

"S-same." Dominic stuttered. "You have to be the most beautiful man I have ever seen."

King Leon laughed. "Soon, you will be just as beautiful as I."

"What do you mean?" Dominic said.

King Leon smiled, and let the towel drop as he turned around, revealing his luscious, bouncy muscle ass.

"Why don't you come find out?" King Leon teased.

Salivating, Dominic ripped off his pants, and stuck his throbbing member into King Leon's hole. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt: King Leon's perfect ass seemed to be vibrating and massaging every square millimeter of his dick, creating pleasure unlike anything he had ever felt. Dominic's eyes rolled back into his skull as he lost himself in the pleasure, firing orgasm after orgasm into King Leon's ass, each one longer than the last. A gold fluid began to leak from King Leon's hole as the most orgasmic experience of Dominic's life finally came to a close.

As he removed his pulsing member from the King's hole, Dominic almost screamed. His cock was... different.

It had swollen up like a balloon, until it matched King Leon's size, inch for inch, a full foot in length and as thick as a beer bottle. His balls had turned into massive grapefruits swinging between his legs, churning with his own kingly fluids. Most surprising of all, his cock was pale, with a red tip, surrounded by a fiery orange bush. No longer was it a brown twig, but a mighty birchwood weapon, capable of slaying any ass.

"Wha... what?" Dominic asked.

"A king needs a weapon, does he not?" King Leon said.

"How? Why? Why did you change me?"

"I saw greatness in you, Dominic. You could be the protector of this whole continent, if you wished. A king, a warrior, a protector... the most powerful Dom in this land."

Dominic considered this. Power, prestige, strength... The choice was obvious.

"I'll do it. Where do I start?" Dominic answered.

"Only a moment of submission, for a lifetime of lordship. Impale yourself upon my sword, and drink of my fluids." King Leon said, his voice having a playful air to it.

King Leon sat down upon a wide loveseat, his enormous Black horsecock reaching far past his abs. His pecs throbbed, and his nipples called to Dominic, just begging to be sucked.

Trancelike, Dominic walked over to King Leon, and lowered himself onto his cock.

It was like paradise: There was no blockage, no pain, just pure pleasure His cock filled up Dominic perfectly, despite its egregious size. Dominic's mouth latched onto King Leon's perfect dark nipple as the King began to slowly thrust.

Soon, the King's fluids took effect. As King Leon pumped load after load of kingly fluid into Dominic, his muscles expanded. His biceps, wrapped around one of King Leon's enormous arms, suddenly blew up to match the guns they worshipped. His hands, once small and insignificant, became enormous mitts, digging and massaging King Leon's equally huge arms. His back and lats wrenched themselves apart, creating a sea of perfect ridges. His abs repeatedly clenched and unclenched, growing stronger each time, until the eight blocks that made up his core were as solid as stone. His legs, once skinny, became almighty pillars of strength as they expanded to well over the size of tree trunks. His feet did the same, becoming bigger and wider, to support the royal mass they carried.

The more fluid Leon pumped, the lighter Dominic's skin became, until it settled on a lightly-tanned cream color. His hair became a fiery red, his beard changing to match. His brow narrowed, and his jaw became square. His voice deepened, and took on an Irish accent as he started gyrating his ass to properly milk King Leon's dick.

"Yeh, you like that, don't you?" Dom said, in between chugs from King Leon's chest.

"Oh, I do... Daddy." King Leon said with a smirk. While he normally preferred to be the dominant one, for his fellow King, he would make a rare exception.

"My arse is going to milk your cock like you wouldn't believe." Dom said. With each slam of his ass on King Leon's mammoth dick, it bounced and expanded just a little more, until it became an enormous Irish booty, leaking an emerald fluid, which mixed with King Leon's golden fluid perfectly.

"Now, I want you to suck my pecs like your life depends on it." Dom ordered.

"Anything for you, Daddy." King Leon placed his soft, supple lips on Dom's left nipple, as Dom moaned with pleasure. His chest began to puff up, going from muscular, to voluptouous, to absolutely obscene. His massive muscle tits were just as large as King Leon's!

Soon, Dom wrapped his arms around King Leon, and tried to wrestle him to the floor. King Leon obliged, and pulled Dom close, pressing their sensitive muscle tits together, releasing a moan from both behemoths. Dom continued to grow in height until he matched King Leon while they rolled on top of each other, each man fighting for dominance. Dom pressed his face firmly against King Leon's, locking him in a passionate kiss. They wrestled and fought and loved for hours, until the pleasure finally became too much for the both of them, and they came from all orifices at once. King Dom's transformation had completed.

Both Kings laid there, exhausted. Soon, there would be more of them, and they could lead the world into a brighter age

[zoomzooml]

Dragons:TNR Jörmungandr redesign (rework?) concept

(Also I know that my design pushes beyond limits of TNR animation in more than one way but here I just had fun lol)

I feel like he is not intimidating enough in original. He is very small for an "Apex predator of all dragons" (and let's remember that TNR has Giants Realm so-). I expected him to slide way longer when he was escaping his prison. He also had a lot of troubles with catching dragons (it was honestly sad to watch) And yes, as far as I know snakes are expecionally challenging to rig and animate and TNR doesn't have movie-level budget, but c'mon. It's The Final Boss. (*I think that in concept art he actually is longer so perhaps they shortened him to make animation easier (and cheaper??) considering mad speed seasons were coming out)

Sidenote - that poor danger noodle had so little of any kind of build up. It's really sad. And the first time we see him live he: did shitty jumpscare (build up was actually decent imo, but sound effect and bad animation humbled it), had short, off-screen fight with Sky Torcher after which he didn't even kill him (though he did at least leave some nasty scars and broke Torchie's tooth), and then fucked away. For me it was very underhelming.

Low quality clip for those who didn't watch (I hope Tumblr won't take it down).

Coming back to the design. I really don't like his colors. He got wings but to compensate I decided that he's not a good flier. In my mind he is an ambush hunter. And I know that THE Jörmungandr, the spawn of Loki from the myths, did not have wings, and this is pretty consistent as far as I know, but it is not THE Jörmungandr, so yeah

He is in some way mix between King Cobra, Moray Eel and sea snakes (Yellow-Lipped Sea Krait mostly). I changed his hood to be more similar in construction to a king cobra. In short, it is a bit of loose skin and ribs with the ability to move. In my design, the tips of some of the ribs poke through the skin. Now I don't think TNR would be able to animate it (But i'm not very familiar with 3D animation, especially for shows) so in show he probably would just have hood always flared. His head and sail are inspired by mooray eel because they are dope and I love them. I feel that aspects of sea snakes have died in design - they have a paddle at the end of the tail, but this has already been included in the OG design, so I don't feel the need to talk about it. However, like Sea Krait, Jörmungandr is semi-aquatic. He is much slower on land than in the water, but the difference is not as great as with Sea Krait.

I increased his size - and if he wasn't inprisoned he probably would be about 15-25% longer by now. He's old enough to be a Titan Wing but he isn't normal size - he stopped growing a bit after outgrowing average dragon of his species (let's remember that Red Death is Titan Wing as well!).

*Jörmungandr is longer but Red Death is more massive. Avarage serpents are slightly shorter than Red Death as well.

To be honest, I'm not sure if I didn't overkill it with his size. On the one hand he is large, on the other hand he is mostly long and not that massive. Idk

In addition to the scars, I think Jörmungandr would also be covered with small amounts of moss and other vegetation that started growing on him when he wasn't really active (his cave is very wet/moisty). To survive he spent almost his entire life in a state of brumation, being more active when he sensed meal approaching his reach.

Now, in my mind The Jörmungandr is the name of this particular dragon, not the whole species (Midgard Serpents? IDK), and at the same time he is not a "real" Jörmungandr from the myths. Because words cannot describe how I hate that plot.

I don't know how exactly he got his name but I think it was not because of how big he is, but because of his intelligence and mischievous soul. Again, idk.

Jörmungandr is a tragic dragon. In my version he was not trapped by Hiccup (in my version Hiccup never come back to Hidden World, because c'mon. I don't really like THW but if TNR is continity to that franchise they should follow established canon and not wreck last movie and make it completely insignificant. It loses all it's value if Hiccup, his family and perhaps other vikings, just come back and maybe even lived in the Hidden World anyway! If we have to have human marks and structures, etc. in the Hidden World, I would do it more in the style of “Haddock's Cycle” than “Hiccup and Tom.” Essentially, the creator of these changes is perhaps one of Hiccup's descendants, Tom's ancestors - the "soul of the dragon" that Hiccup and before him his mother had, summoning them to the world of dragons to see "Is it finally time? ”, but it never is, not yet anyway. Idk, I'm trying lol)

I have two concepts: There was once a main entrance to his part of the Dark Realm accompanianed by the waterfalls of magma, but now there's only basalt wall. This would make the closure possible for natural reasons and give Tom an opportunity to show off his geoligical knowledge some more.

Or he was caged in human-build prison, but not by Hiccup. I did that little sketch of how his page in Dragon Book could look in this scenario. Clearly different artstyle than Hiccup's to show that he was not the one to write about this individual (tho in show there's already different styles so--) But at the second thought it can be just illustration for species as whole, so anyway

In both cases, there are ways to enter his personal prison but he is too large to use them. They are still usefull as this is the only way prey will come to his reach. Not many dragons can escape his jaws.

He has spent most of his life in a rather hostile environment to which he was not adapted, which has left scars on his body and psyche. When he's not hunting, he sleeps. Hunger has halted his growth.

Jörmungandr is a damaged, dangerous dragon, the victim of fate and unknown past.

The psychological damage has made him hyper-aggressive, even by the standards of an already aggressive species. I don't think he could ever satiate his hunger either - if he could he would hunt and eat until he consumed everything in range or died of overeating.

For this dragon, it seems too late for a happy ending, unfortunately.

Now about the Midgard Serpents (placeholdern name, I have no idea how to name them) as a whole. Apex Predator may be a bit much, given the existence of dragons like Red Death, Purple Death or Bewilderbeast. However, Midgard Serpents remain one of the dragons that feed almost exclusively on other dragons (and sometimes even other members of their own species - they're cannibalistic), and they're damn good at it. When they feel best in the water, they can follow their prey in the sky or on land. They grow quite large and still are able to take down prey more massive than themselves (mostly thanks to venom and poisonous gas).

I think they are the main predators of 'Deaths and Bewilderbeasts (and other equally large dragons) in the earlier stages of life.

[acexsmhking]

omg hi i luv ur blog sm its so KSBDKFNF anyway can u please write a creepypastas(separate) dating a short!male reader? I'm 4'10 and it fuckin sucks, bro😭 its always girls who get dates for bein short:( i dont wanna be a short king i js wanna be a kinggg n i luv the creeps so ahhh

𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧

(𝗻.) 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗻-𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗽

╰┈➤ Creeps! x Short!M!Reader

Note: I don’t know which creeps you wanted specifically so I did all them aside from Jane as she is WLW only!

Summary: Creeps dating a short male reader! what do they think of you?:)

Warning(s): 18+ content, fluff, some sexual jokes, bit of angst, brief mentions of human consumption, reader dying

Tim Wright:

Tim is also short, although I would like to stay average height since I’m also in his height range lol

There’s absolutely no judgement from him, hell he even feels happy to have partners that are shorter than him. He’s a bear of man and having someone he can pretty much toss like a sack of potatoes is nice. Makes it easier to escape with you when Alex or Operator come knocking

Masky though can be a bit teasing, nothing horrible however Hoodie has definitely teased him for being smaller so now he gets to do it to you. It’s like a family tradition! He’ll call you nicknames like: Doll, little love, Dove, and almost anything have to do with pies.. I guess they are small huh?

All in all, Tim loves you! And your height doesn’t change that fact, if anything it’s just something he falls deeper in love with. You’re definitely still big spoon though. He likes being held

Brian Thomas:

This little sweetie is such a fucking tease. Not a lot of people really acknowledge that Brian is actually tall as fuck. 6’4 standing straight. And he loves how to allows him to help or hang out with people. Like maybe an elder woman needing help reaching something, or taking good photo angles for families touring. So if anything you, his love, being so small just makes him feel so giddy

He loves how useful he can be for you, and how useful you can also equally be for him. Since he is so big.. his hands and arms don’t always fit into small spaces, perfect way for you to come in and help him out!

Hoodie can be a bit more teasing. Resting his elbow on your head and jokingly leaning on you, holding something over your head so you have to give him a kiss. Things like that. But he no less loves you<3 you will be the small spoon though he might even move you to lay literally on him

Jay Merrick:

He loves it! He’s so socially awkward and weird about his attempts of flirting with you. He thinks you fit so absolutely perfectly against and with him. Your hands fit, hugs fit, he especially loves kissing your fingers. He often calls you his sweet pea! You both fit together like two peas in a pod and loves how you both balance out life together much like Brian

Alex Kralie:

Oh my god, he’s so awkward about compliments. He tries, but sometimes he can be a bit sarcastic or crass. But he does mean well! Expect dad jokes. Not even kidding. Alex is also tall, 6’1, however he isn’t as teasing about it as Brian/Hoodie. He especially thinks your size is incredibly convenient when he might have to grab or pick you up when danger comes calling

Evan/HABiT:

Evan loves it! Before..everything. You two were so completely happy and in love. He, much like Jay thought you two complimented each other perfectly, especially since Evan is also small! Heh.. smaller than me. At 5’3 you and Evan literally fit perfectly together without looking like some exotic Wattpad couple. However, he can still tease you about being smaller than him, especially since Evan is a physically strong guy!

HABiT kills you some point.

Kate the Chaser:

Well.. first congrats on managing.. this.. somehow. Kate… doesn’t even notice. Doesn’t really understand height difference, all she does know is that you’d be more of a snack to eat than a full coarse meal. I’m not gonna lie, she kinda more so treats you like a thing. SHE’S AINT KNOW NO BETTER

Tobias Rogers:

Yeah… he bullies the shit out of you I’m sorry. Especially in bed?? It’s almost like constant attacks (stand behind me pookie I got you) but he means well! He loves you, truly he just is an asshole. However your height is 100% not a hindrance, he actually doesn’t really care and sometimes even forgets. Don’t trust him to fill out a legal document for you, he forgets details quick. He does find it surprisingly, in some ways, difficult to steal clothes for you..

Jack Nyras:

…um..

I mean.. I don’t think.. I mean I already don’t think any can “take” “him” wink wink, nudge nudge but you… 100% can’t. Homie he could eat you whole

He does find it.. a little.. difficult… it’s very easy for him to step or sit on you and consequently scares the shit out of both of you. But.. he loves you! Very easy to pick you and climb a tree and you use less pelts to make a nest (not that he doesn’t still spoil you) just uh.. have.. fun??

Helen Ottis

Yeah he definitely immediately noticed, he’s just observant like that. But he actually does really like your height. He’d never say it out loud though he doesn’t want you to feel uncomfortable or like he’s fetishizing you. He loves, loves drawing you two together <3

Jason the Toymaker

Sly bastard is so smooth with his flirting, even when dating he still makes you blush 24/7. He makes life sized dolls of you… ignoring that though he loves how he can just have you on his lap while he works and it’s convenient. He will NEVER admit that he is a OG clinger, he wants you in his skin… someone give me Jason asks later, I love this bitch

Clockwork:

Oh this damn sweetheart, she again is so happy how well you guys balance each other out. Especially since you can really help her with tiny itty bitty screws. Calls you her saving grace. Seriously, she absolutely adores how much you can help her tinker with things. She has never really noticed how annoyed she’s get with projects til you started helping her out. She is able to relax and really enjoy it considerably more

God I love this woman… my wet dog girlfriend

Jeff the Killer:

… I mean.. he doesn’t really care. I’m gonna be 100% honest. He’s going to kill you some point in this relationship and is definitely going to completely ruin your mental health. But he doesn’t use your height against you in arguments since he knows you could just do the same to him so. At least he comes up with creative clap backs!!

: ̗̀➛ Oh god I hope this is okay. If you don’t like it please just DM me and I’ll rewrite. I literally wrote this, high on pain killers, distracted rewatching MH with Transformers in the background at 3am LMFAOOA — Ace

[pianokantzart]

Rewatched the Mario Movie again. The beginning where the bros are in Brooklyn is so intriguing to me...like...why tf are they so short??

Since Luigi is the taller of the two, I compared his heights to others the most, like- are the tables in america usually at your elbows? Are the sinks that tall? Luigi passed a waitress whilst he was walking to Spike, she taller than him.

Not to mention Mario- the man jumped through a car window....how?? Spike lifted him up as if he was nothing. Either he's tall af or the bros are just short af.

I love it. Short Kings

Thank you for this! There are so many fan depictions of Luigi where he's tall and thin, but in actuality (or at least in the movie canon) he's pretty short and tubby? he's just not as short and tubby as his brother.

But gosh dang is the world big compared to those two.

Look at this: the kitchen sink goes up to their shoulders!

With Spike, it's definitely a situation of "unusually big man positioned next to an unusually small man," making for a borderline-comical size difference.

No wonder Luigi is so anxious, Spike is beefed out and freaking huge, even next to the average average New Yorker. Meanwhile the bros are dwarfed by their own vehicle. Mario is sitting up straight in this picture, and even then his head barely peeks above the steering wheel:

Bathroom sinks normally do NOT go up to your chest, not even in America. I'm 5'5 and my bathroom sink only goes to my hips. How small are these guys???

And let us never forget that Mario needs a footstool to just sit comfortably on the edge of his bed.

Short kings. Tiny, tiny little fellows. I love it.

[quokkaholic]

I’ve got beef with skz fanfic writers (SO unserious)

Y’all stay describing the members as “towering over you” talking about these massive size differences and stuff like that. Do not misunderstand, I love a short king, but that’s exactly what they are, short kings (besides hyunjin and seungmin)! The worldwide average height for females is like 5’3”, making the majority of skz only like 3-4 inches taller than the average woman.

I am quite a bit taller than average and an American (average heights of 5’3.5” for females and 5’9” for males), but even in SK, the average male is like 5’7”, making the majority of Skz average in height, WHICH IS GREAT AND WONDERFUL, AND THEY ARE ALL PERFECT PRINCES, just short/average height princes.

You’ll never catch a Skz man towering over me as long as we’re both standing…

All that being said, I love reading fanfic and appreciate everyone who writes it, and I will continue reading and adjusting the heights in my mind forever.

Justice for short kings

-mo💕

[hotvintagepoll]

Joe E. Brown (Some Like It Hot)—Where to begin? Despite from all appearances being perfectly average sized, his Little Guy energy is off the charts. His rubber face leaves Jim Carrey's in an exaggerated Looney Toons-style dust cloud. He was an actual cartoon character on several occasions. His calling card was just randomly SCREAMING. He was 100% down to marry Jack Lemmon. I could go on.

Brigitte Helm (Metropolis)— She’s a robot. She’s a communist revolutionary. She’s really bad at winking. She dances in the most awkward way I’ve ever seen in my life. She has emo eyeliner. What more could you want.

James Cagney (Yankee Doodle Dandy, A Midsummer Night's Dream, Public Enemy, White Heat, The Strawberry Blonde)—James Cagney is such a scrungler. He could dance, he could sing, he embodied the gangster role, he was a short king, he had curly hair, what more could you possibly want?? Something about his face just feels so Looney Toons to me. He's like a little bug and I'm observing him through my magnifying glass. I'm obsessed with his hair and his scrunging demeanor!!! He's the most guy to me of all time. I tried to draw him once and completely failed. You could crumple him up like a tissue and watch him float away in the breeze.

This is round 3 of the contest. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. If you’re confused on what a scrungle is, or any of the rules of the contest, click here.

[additional submitted propaganda + scrungly videos under the cut]

Joe E. Brown:

The open-mouthed smile where he doesn't show his teeth automatically catapults to him to the top of my scrungly guy list, and that's without the absolute self-satisfaction and rapscallion energy of the final scene in Some Like It Hot. But come on. Look at him. THAT is a scrungly little guy. You've got to believe me

Brigitte Helm:

[Editor’s note for video: tw for slave imagery, eyeball horror, freaky statues, death references—generally just go forth with caution if you’re sensitive to horror/horror adjacent imagery.]

James Cagney:

Whaddya mean I've gotta SUBMIT Cagney? You look up scrungly in the dictionary and there's a picture of him RIGHT THERE. He IS the scrungle. -SHORT KING 5'4 3/4 (1.65m) I could put him in my pocket -When he rolls down his car window (in Mayor of Hell) sticks his head out and makes some snarky comment (which I didn't hear because I was way too distracted) it's like struck by lightning, let me tell you -His hair is so wavy and sometimes it falls over his forehead and then I die a little -He plays The Public Enemy number one, everyone thinks of this as "the one with the grapefruit scene" but it is SO SO much more than that, it's also the one where he wears little striped pajamas -Multilingual (Yes, I'm the same person who submitted EGR and listed this earlier. Yes, this is a big thing for me.) He spoke Yiddish, guys and you can hear him speak it in a movie (Taxi) AND when the Warner Bros. tried to discuss him without him knowing they used Yiddish not realizing he'd understand everything -He talks so fast. Like. Staccatto. It's so fascinating -Loved animals & owned CHOW CHOWS (that's a very scrungly dog, c'mon) -Plays Bottom in Midsummer Night's Dream, that's the guy who gets turned into a DONKEY, nobody else could've played it like he did -Messed with Warner Bros. all the time, threatened to quit, told them he was going to go be a doctor instead -He does this little nose scrunch thing oh my god -Boy Meets Girl is a supremely underrated screw ball comedy and he has lots of silly little outfits in it and acts ridiculous the entire time -Was fascinated by farming and just puttered around on his tractor, like he's just a little guy! -There's a movie where he has a silly little mustache (I haven't seen it yet though) -They've dressed him up as bellhops, sailorsn cowboys and itty bitty gangsters [in movies] and frankly that should be enough -His first show biz job was a female dancer on the chorus line

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He is the SCRUNGLIEST of gangsters, it’s the role that made him famous, and by god that’s for good reason. He also plays a peculiar little guy in musicals and occasionally westerns, all with a particular flavor of scruffy city rat energy that you can’t help but adore!  

[jakeroo123]

Pika-Luz

Here's some artwork for a new AU I made for Titanlights Week 2024! It started as a roughly 2,800 word short story for Day 5 (meaning it's two weeks out from now, on the 29th), but I decided to make some artwork for it. As it isn't my actual submission for that day (as I'm much more a writer than an artist), merely a companion piece, I've decided to show it off now as a preview.

This a Pokémon Mystery Dungeon AU, in which King (who is exactly the same as he is in canon at his debut) takes the role of a PMD protagonist, and in short order meets Luz. This artwork, which I based on this official art of cosplay Pikachu, depicts her.

She is not, in fact, wearing a cape. She's wearing a scarf backwards like it's a cape, and keeping it together with a star-shaped clip instead of actually bothering to tie the corners together. One side of it is purple and the other side is white. She's intended have an air of both friendliness as well as chaos and mischief about her.

Some background details:

Luz was supposed to set out on a boat to attend summer camp, but intentionally got on the wrong one to look for a magical adventure instead.

Unbeknownst to Luz, Camila was involved with an old world-saving adventure in her youth, but has since evolved into Raichu and become a doctor.

Luz is substantially stronger than average for a Pikachu, but unable to evolve. Basically like the starter Pikachu in Let's Go Pikachu.

Her favorite move is Flash, which she often uses to stun foes or light up dark places. More or less how she uses the light glyph in canon, but she glows herself instead.

In spite of being roughly the same size as King, her first reaction to him is still to pick him up in a hug and call him a little guy.

This is very much a one-shot type of AU, but everyone I've shown her to so far on discord has loved Pika-Luz so now I am sharing her with tumblr.

[angelic-dew]

Hi!! I don't mean to be a bother, but could I possibly request rengoku and tengen (without wives and separately done!) smut hcs please? I understand if you don't do it! stay healthy 🤍

# smut headcannons !

✧༉‧₊˚୨ 💌 ୧・author's note :: sure anon! I hope these are okay, I'm not the best smut writer qnq also! sorry for the huge delay, I've been lacking motivation lately. when I get tengen's part done, I'll update it here!

✧༉‧₊˚୨ 🍫 ୧・pairing :: Uzui T. x afab reader [not completed yet.] ⁞⁞ Kyojuro R. x afab reader — {you/your pronouns | separately done}

✧༉‧₊˚୨ ✖ ୧・trigger warnings :: mentions of female and male genitals. dirty talk. daddy kink. praise kink. size kink. biting. hickeys. slight mentions of rough sex. semi-public sex. fingering. raw dogging. spanking. ⁞⁞ 18+ content, children dni please. proofread.

𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐊𝐔.

꒰🔥꒱. I see Rengoku being into praising his precious lover in bed {consciously and subconsciously he does it}, he is a cinnamon roll after all, and a total sweetheart as a whole. Our beloved Umai King would also be extremely cautious with what he says; always taking into consideration your every action and signals with how you're feeling in bed. This time is precious to him and he takes it very seriously, always muttering phrases and short words of adoration and encouragement for your full enjoyment. Whispering ever so softly in your ear, always singing your praises to his heart's content.

꒰🔥꒱. Back in the Era Demon Slayer does take place in {1912-1926 || Taisho Era}, condoms did in fact exist, however, I believe Kyojuro prefers to go in fully raw for maximum pleasure as your walls tighten around him. That can translate to him wanting to prepare you a bit to take his entire length properly and with ease. He takes pride in prepping you, taking his time and lubing his fingers with some oil to make the process much easier.

꒰🔥꒱. He begins slow and gentle, soft to the touch; always treating you like some sort of dainty, delicate piece of porcelain throughout the process. Checking up on you at every moment as lewd cries of contentment escape from underneath your lips.

꒰🔥꒱. The flame Hashira does have a somewhat "rowdy" side to him. The thought of being able to do the deed with someone he loves ever so much really gets the blood flowing, to certain areas of course. So even though he's such a gentle sweetheart, he can still be rough in some subtle ways at times.

꒰🔥꒱. These can include bite marks along your body — hickeys and even light bruises peppering your breasts and neck; a few sprinkled along your collarbone area as well, as a finishing touch. It depends on what exactly is being done, but, he does tend to leave a few playful bite marks along your inner thigh area while giving you oral.

꒰🔥꒱. Because, let's face it, you know he's eating you out like there is no tomorrow. Rengoku is the Umai King after all, it's no surprise he can take that same talent of eating sweet potatoes and do the same to you, instead this time, he's eating out something that's definitely better than any food. He would ultimately prefer to give oral rather than receive, your needs come before his, always!

꒰🔥꒱. Rengoku is definitely an ass guy, don't try changing my mind. I see him loving to hold it within his palms gently, something about it just feels so enthralling that he can't even begin to come to his correct senses when he sees you in doggy style. That alone will make him pounce on you with little to no hesitation. Regardless of the size as well, he doesn't really care how big it is, once there's enough for him to grip and drool over as he pleases, it'll be a true treasure.

꒰🔥꒱. Kyojuro seems like the type to have a liking towards things smaller than him, so those rules will definitely apply to his lover as well. Especially if you're a bit shorter than the average person, bonus points to you right there, it only makes his size kink worsen each time. He simply adores the fact you're so tiny compared to him, yet so strong and able to take each, individual inch of his meaty cock every time; it makes him feel a sense of endearment per se. His little person's ability to feel all of him, honestly, makes him melt for you.

꒰🔥꒱. An alternative take on his size kink would also be a size kink, but you're bigger than him. He would have just as much adoration and love for you even if you were taller than him in just height alone. The cream of the crop that really gets him going has to be when he actually enters your warm hole. He practically dotes at the sight of your expressions as you tremble under his soft, loving touch. Despite your size difference, you're still extremely tight and sensitive to the touch — the Hashira is indeed fond of that.

꒰🔥꒱. He would most likely have a huge daddy kink as well. Of course, he wouldn't exactly mention it upfront, he would be a bit embarrassed to do so. I don't think he knows he has one until you call him it while he's ramming himself into one time. When you called him that, it almost made him feel a sense of power, but moreover, if he were to be frank, he could've felt himself get harder inside you from that word alone. Rengoku would definitely want you to say it more often; I firmly believe he would even imply it in his words as well while whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

꒰🔥꒱. Sex position-wise, I see him having a preference for wanting to have a view of your angelic face while also being able to please you to the fullest, of course, there are a few exceptions like doggy style, but here's some in line with his preferred liking. So, mating press, missionary, cowgirl {reverse cowgirl at certain times}, g-whiz and the seashell, to name a few. Ideally, Kyojuro would like to do it in a place of privacy so he can focus on you and you primarily, always putting your needs first. However, if there ever came a time when you wanted him urgently, he wouldn't hesitate to take a risk. Whether that be behind a large building or a bathroom stall for a brief moment to have a quickie.

꒰🔥꒱. As I stated directly before, he has a particular fondness for ass, specifically yours, rather than anything else. So out of impulse he would spank you or leave slight bruising along your waistline as he holds onto you.

꒰🔥꒱. He doesn't spank you hard, it's usually a simple small slap, but from the moment you start asking/begging for more, just keep in mind, his normal sweet demeanour will change to something otherworldly; trust me, he will not hesitate to give you what you want by any means. Whether that being you want him to be rougher, harder or even leave more marks on you, he will make sure you're satisfied down to the last touch.

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[ivystoryweaver]

Decadent chapter 4

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Summary: Miguel did the unthinkable and now you are asleep in his bed. Will he lose you personally and professionally?

Pairings: Miguel O'Hara from the film Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse x female reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings/notables: NSFW. 18+, cursing, smut, p in v, oral- f receiving, blood, violence, fear. Power imbalance. Miguel is a bad boy. You've been warned. not beta'd

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"M-Miguel," you managed to whisper, your fingers twitching as you tried to reach for him.

Seeing your distress, and hearing his name on your lips, brought him back to reality. The guilt he felt was crushing, but he deserved it. He was an animal and he had hurt you.

"I won't bother you again, sweetheart. Just rest, okay?" Then he turned to leave.

You said his name again, making him halt.

"Stay."

Miguel watched you sleep the entire night.

He didn't experience fatigue in the same way the average human did, and even if he did, he wouldn't have been able to rest.

Not with you hurt.

Miguel knew what he was. He wasn't expecting you to ever love him, or even fully understand him. He wasn't looking for your blessing, or for you to somehow accept the creature he was.

A killer. And worse...

You were the one person he hadn't wanted to violate, and his desire to never hurt you was partly selfish. He couldn't afford to lose you as his research assistant. He was certain, given time, that the two of you could make a breakthrough in his...condition.

Which was why he should have known that fucking you was the absolute worst idea. If only he hadn't kissed you...

Well, the truth was out now and he would have try and pick up the pieces. If you were as smart as you seemed, you would wake up, tell him to go fuck himself, and move to the other side of the world.

But he hoped you wouldn't.

He honestly didn't regret biting you. Unfortunately, you tasted and felt so good - his cock twitched just thinking of the rush of blood on his tongue while your hot, wet cunt gripped him tight.

What he regretted was scaring you - for your sake. But honestly, your sweet, tender whines of distress - the terror in your wide, bright eyes...he would give anything to see it again. He would dream about your pliant, tender body, helpless in his arms, succulent red blood oozing from your neck... The things he wanted to do to you, even now, were nothing short of depraved.

He couldn't help his thoughts, but he would try to control his actions. It was the very least he could do after how he treated you.

So he lay beside you in his luxurious, king-size bed, watching you breathe slowly in and out, and didn't budge. He ignored the beautiful, inflamed wound on your delicate neck. He paid no mind to the straining of his weeping, hard cock.

No. He couldn't.

You awakened after a very deep sleep, refreshed but disoriented.

Your eyes darted around as you struggled to remember where you were and why exactly you weren't in your own bed.

Then you saw him.

Miguel was still lying beside you, fully awake, bare chested, with his head propped up on his hand. He whispered your name, waiting for your brain to catch up to your surroundings.

All at once, you remembered what happened. Gasping, you bolted upright, your chest heaving as you examined both hands and arms, to make sure you could move. Your hand flew to your neck, where you felt two distinct, tender wounds.

Miguel gave you a minute to get your bearings without trying to soothe you. It was important that you decide, without any convincing from him, if you were going to run out of here screaming. He really wouldn't blame you.

Feeling fully awake, you glared down at him, waiting for an explanation. When he said nothing, you slapped his shoulder with the back of your hand, only half-seriously.

"Miguel, what the hell?"

He wasn't expecting that. Slowly sitting up beside you, he assumed you would go right back to your office banter, with the way you'd slapped him. So he instinctively leaned in - which made you automatically shrink away, easing back down to your pillow.

"Sorry. I'm sorry," you said quickly, realizing you had just hauled off and slapped a vampire.

Your instant meekness and submission made him want to do filthy things to you, but now was not the time...or was it?

"A-are you a vampire?" You timidly questioned, pulling the thick covers back over your body as if they would protect you from such a creature.

"No." He shook his head.

"But...you bit me." Your lip trembled, making him want to suck it into his mouth. He wanted you so badly that he couldn't even bring himself to be disgusted by his monstrous thoughts.

"I did," he finally answered, reaching to trace your jawline, thrilled when you didn't flinch away from him.

"You...you drank my blood," you whispered, as if afraid of angering him by speaking too loudly.

"Yes," he breathed, his eyes flickering down to your mouth. You were so soft and beautiful and just a little afraid. Madness began to creep in as he imagined dragging you across his lap and sinking both his cock and his fangs into your supple body.

"Miguel," you whimpered, trembling as he caged you in with his forearms on either side of your head, pulling the covers away from your body.

"My beautiful girl," he groaned, his erection pressing into your thigh.

You gasped as he licked a trail up your throat, making sure to run his tongue over your fresh wounds. Slick wetness pooled between your legs despite your trepidation.

Kissing his way down your neck, he shifted down your body, pushing the t-shirt he'd dressed you in up over your heaving breasts.

The temptation to sink his fangs into your gorgeous tits and suck your blood-covered nipples was almost too strong to bear. But he was going to make you feel good first.

Licking and sucking each nipple, he made sure to cause you no pain.

You were confused, fearful and so turned on - your body betraying your common sense as you pushed your fingers into his dark curls and moaned his name.

Smiling in satisfaction against your soft stomach, he kissed his way down to the boxers which covered your wet heat. He could smell you. Without hesitation, he yanked them down and pushed your thighs apart.

"Tell me you want this," he commanded, his eyes flashing bright red as he stared at your slick pussy, pushing his joggers off his body.

Your body was quaking with desire - or was it terror? "A-are you going to hurt me?" You meekly whispered.

He didn't answer. Instead, he licked all the way up through your folds, groaning at how soaked you were. Sliding his hands underneath the curve of you ass, he started fucking you on his tongue. His nose nudged your clit with each passing thrust, pulling a sigh of rapturous pleasure from your throat.

Sinking his tongue deeper, and careful to shield his fangs from hurting you, he jerked your hips against his face, faster and faster until you were shrieking, fingers fisting the sheets, drenching his face in your slick.

He didn't give you one second to recover before he climbed on top of you and thrust his cock deep and hard into your cunt.

Then he stopped, waiting for your euphoria to subside. You stared up at him, blissed out, but with still so many questions in your eyes. He wanted to comfort you - to assure you that you were safe in his arms, but was that even true?

Running his tongue deliberately over his fangs, he watched as you shrank beneath him, your bright eyes widening.

Thrusting into you gently, he taunted you a little. "Are you afraid, sweet girl?" Tenderly brushing his fingers across your cheek, his cock twitched inside you as you shuddered.

"Y-yes," you whimpered, somehow wanting him to comfort you rather than leave you alone. You kind of hated yourself for it, but it felt good to be weak for him...to please him.

Fucking you agonizingly slowly, he realized he'd never had you underneath him like this. You were almost always on top, in his lap, or up against his office wall. The pure domination he felt over you made him growl your name.

"Do you want me to stop?" he murmured, hoping to hear another sweet cry or feel you shiver.

"Don't hurt me," you pleaded, even as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside you. You couldn't help yourself as you tilted your hips up to meet his thrusts, the two of you working up a delicious pace.

Groaning in satisfaction, Miguel took one of your legs and lifted it up over his shoulder, sinking so deep inside you that you almost screamed.

"You look so pretty when you're afraid...my sweet girl," he panted, watching your face contort in pleasure.

"Miguel, please!" You gasped out, grasping at his broad shoulders.

"I know, baby," he moaned, using a bit of superhuman speed to vibrate you relentlessly - speeding up so suddenly that you instantly came, gushing all over his cock.

You were certain he was going to bite you again, but fear left you as he worked you through your orgasm, groaning and spilling deep inside you.

Once he settled down, he stayed inside you - soft and wet - easing your leg back down to a more comfortable position. His blood red eyes stared into yours.

"Love you underneath me like this," he breathed, touching his forehead to yours. "You were so good for me - so sweet. But I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No," you whispered. "It feels so good."

"That's right. I'll take care of you, my beautiful girl." Pressing a tender kiss to your mouth, he reveled in the way your lips slightly trembled.

"Are you still scared of me?" There was really no wrong answer here. If you said yes, it would probably make him hard again. If you said no, then maybe you could somehow trust him again.

"I am, but..." you swallowed hard, wrapping your wrists around his neck, "I like for you to take care of me."

"Good girl," he purred, kissing you again sweetly on the lips, making sure not to have a repeat of last night. No tongue. No blood. Not right now.

"How are you feeling?" He added, after you stared at him silently for a few moments. Miguel eased out of you, back onto his own pillow, lying down beside you. 

Unsure of how to answer, you answered his question with one of your own. "Can I ask you something?"

He nodded.

"You're not...you don't want to kill me, do you?"

"What?" Miguel's head snapped around to you so fast. "No. Of course not."

Your heart thundered as you gasped at his intense reaction. You were a smart woman, or at least you used to think that. Right now, you should probably be using your high heels as weapons, running down the nearest fire escape while calling the police, and taking out a restraining order against this sexy, brilliant, lunatic vampire sex god.

Instead, you flat out asked him about his murderous intentions, after fucking him - again. Of course he would deny wanting to kill you. Wouldn't any killer say that? Then again, if he was going to kill you, wouldn't you already be dead?

You knew there had to be a catch. No one was this perfect. People this intelligent, powerful and gorgeous always had dark secrets. But vampirism? Really?

Pulling the covers over your naked body, you decided to find out more. "You probably wouldn't admit it if you were going to kill me. I guess that was a stupid question."

"I do not want to kill you," Miguel insisted, rolling onto his side so he could see you better. "I wouldn't do that." 

He paused for a moment. "I know you have no reason to believe me, sweetheart, but...I'm not going to hurt you," he softly assured you, hoping you might forgive his transgressions.

"Why did you bite me?" You breathed, your eyes watching him cautiously. "Don't get mad. I-I just don't understand...if you're not a vampire."

Squeezing his eyes shut, Miguel sighed. It was time to give you some real answers.

"I was going to explain it to you in the lab," he confessed. "What I am. It's...complicated. I didn't mean for it to happen this way."

He locked eyes with you. "You have to believe me - I didn't want to hurt you, or scare you." Blowing out another sigh, he dragged his hands down his face. "I know it's hard to believe that now."

"But...you drugged me. Or something...didn't you?"

Ughhh, this was so bad. There was no way the two of you would come back from this. Miguel had no idea why you were even still talking to him and not running out the door.

"You mean, like slip something in your drink? No," he insisted. "I didn't try to hurt you, sweetheart. I didn't want to hurt you."

His insistence made you shrink back again. "I'm sorry. Don't be mad. I was scared, Miguel. I couldn't move my arms or legs. I thought I was going to die."

"Baby," he whispered, squeezing his fists tightly so he wouldn't reach for you again. "I'm so sorry I scared you. I'm so fucking sorry. It's my fangs - they...secrete venom."

You whimpered as a new wave of trepidation washed over you. What the hell?

"It's not poisonous," he quickly explained. "I know that's not very comforting, but it's just a paralytic."

You adorably hid back under the covers, making him want to hold you so badly.

"Don't be mad," your muffled voice repeated. Pulling the blanket down under your eyes, you glanced over at him. "Can I ask you another question?"

"Of course, anything." He tried to keep his voice and body language as gentle as possible, encouraged by you continuing to talk to him.

"Don't be mad," you continued repeating.

"Baby, I'm not mad," he said gently. "You're the one who should be mad at me."

You quickly nodded. "Okay. Uhm...so you have non-vampire fangs...that secrete non-poisonous venom? That you used to bite me, and paralyze me? And d-drink my blood?"

"Yes," he slowly nodded. "That sums it up pretty well."

"But you're not a vampire?" You finally emerged from the covers.

"No," he chuckled, amused by how cute you were being. "I'm...I have - well, see, there was an accident years ago - a lab accident. Actually, it wasn't an accident - it was intentional. Anyway, this man - there was an experiment, and I ended up with...with 50% spider DNA."

You chomped down on your lip to keep from reacting in a way that would anger or hurt Miguel. Your fuck buddy/boss was...half spider?

"I...don't understand," you softly responded. "You're like...part spider?" Then it hit you. "Wait - are you Spider-Man?" You asked, yanking the blanket down and sitting up.

Rubbing his hand over his chin, Miguel decided that the Spider-Man angle was definitely the more productive one.

In a flash, he was suddenly clad in Spider-Man's famous suit, and...hanging from the ceiling.

"Holy shit, Miguel...you are Spider-Man?" Reaching for your t-shirt and climbing out of bed, you turned your head to watch him crawl around the ceiling. Then he flipped and landed on the floor right in front of you. Yeah, definitely time to pull that t-shirt back over your naked body.

Miguel was a massive, beautiful man. So seeing him in head-to-toe, skin tight...whatever material his dark blue and red suit was made out of - it was a delicious sight.

However...

You whacked him on the arm again, in a 'full circle' moment. "When exactly were you going to tell me this, Miguel? I think it's pretty pertinent to our research!" You fumed, your fear from earlier dissipating. "Not to mention us sleeping together!"

"I know, I know," he held up his hands apologetically, his mask retracting so you could see his crimson gaze. "I was going to tell you. It's why I invited you over last night. I just got...distracted."

Folding your arms over your chest, you narrowed your eyes. You had so many questions, and suddenly, in the presence of Spider-Man, you felt safe enough to ask them.

Why did he bite you? Why did he drink blood? How, again, was he not a vampire? Why did all this happen while you were fucking? Was this why he wouldn't kiss you?

And finally... "What else are you hiding?"

"Probably enough to make you walk out that door and never come back," he quietly admitted, sitting on the edge of the bed beside you.

"Such as?"

He had talons. That's how he could stick to the ceiling. He used laser webbing to swing around. He killed people.

"But bad people, right? In fights?" You clarified.

Sort of. He admitted to you how he only killed the worst of the worst - murderers, human traffickers - disgusting, vile people. So he could feed. To survive.

"You have to drink blood...to live?" You couldn't believe what you were hearing. The scientific implications were astounding.

There was more.

"It won't be easy for you to hear, but...you should understand all of what I am, so you can decide...well...if you can even stand to be around me anymore."

He started to tell you about other women.

"Miguel, I obviously know that a man like you has no trouble getting a date," you conceded.

But he told you about his other feedings. How, from time to time, he fed on women, like he had fed on you, last night.

He wanted you to understand - to know him. He wanted all of his ugly secrets laid bare before you. So he explained to you how the women he'd been with - it was always a consensual situation, sexually, but they didn't know he was going to bite them...drink them. He never killed anyone, or even hurt them beyond the brief paralyzation and the wound in their neck. Hardly a ringing endorsement, but those feedings were different than when he actually drained someone.

You wanted to know how often he did this. How many times he'd done it to another woman while fucking you in the office every day.

"None," he swore. "I haven't been with anyone else since weeks before I met you."

Then he explained about the last time he'd fed - the criminal he killed right after he met you.

"I know it's wrong," he admitted, "and I swear to you - I wasn't going to do it to you without you knowing. Or-or at all. But when I accidentally cut your tongue with my fang...I lost myself." Sighing in defeat, he stared down at his lap. "There's no acceptable apology, but I am sorry."

So now you knew. You had no idea what to think. So you asked Miguel for time, and you left.

The weekend passed slowly for the two of you.

You called your aunt and told her the most watered-down possible story about "some guy" you were "seeing" who was "complicated". It didn't help much, since you could never tell her the whole truth, but you were trying to keep in touch with her. And it was nice to hear her voice.

Monday morning, you decided to be your normal self, wear your typical clothes and show up to Miguel's office at the usual time.

You weren't sure what to do exactly. Miguel hurt you - he took something from you that you didn't consent to, and that alone should be a complete dealbreaker as far as a personal relationship was concerned.

But the fact was...you wanted him. In every way.

You wanted to learn more about him - he was part spider - he was Spider-Man! You wanted to be involved in the probable breakthrough research you could accomplish together. You wanted to help him.

It was more than that, though. You craved him. You didn't want that morning in his bed to be the last time he was ever inside you.

And, as ridiculous as you felt admitting it to yourself - you liked when he bit you. It was painful at first. After all, fangs were piercing the skin of your throat - of course it hurt. But the euphoria - the way your body came for him, and floated on a cloud of pure, orgasmic bliss...

The way you felt weak in his arms - the feral look in his burning red eyes. The coating of your blood on his mouth. The way he cradled you like you were something precious. He was wild and dangerous and delicious and you wanted more.

It was true, you had been afraid - even afraid for your life, but that wasn't until you couldn't move. You truly had thought, at that moment, that Miguel had somehow incapacitated you - that he intended to render you helpless. Being out of control of one's body was a frightfully dreadful experience and yes, you were terrified.

But the longer you thought about it, and now that you understood the paralytic in Miguel's fangs, you weren't afraid of it anymore. At least you assumed you wouldn't be - should it happen again.

Besides, you had been out of control of your body for only a few minutes. Apparently, Miguel had been tormented for years.

So you were going to help him. Even if you could never be with him, and even if you never felt him claim your body again, you weren't going to quit your job. This was all too monumental, and Miguel needed you.

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[yanderu-deredere]

i think you mention that fujio is very beefy so could you do him and the other bigger yans reaction to a smaller darling and like she's wearing their clothes (alternatively their clothes and nothing else?)

a/n: awwwe i think this is so cute and also a really terrific way to die so anyway i loved this request! hope you loved the way i ended up writing it! also i only wrote for some of my taller yans + fujio (love me a short king) so if you'd like to see the other yans in a request like this, send one in!

warning: female reader as requested, size difference where reader is significantly shorter, mentioned scent kink in isamu's and mel's, thigh riding in soren's

emm fiala ★ profile

a lot of her fashion is skin tight clothing. the only thing she really owns that would be anything close to loose on her would be her biker jacket and, even then, it's still a bit on the tighter side

but, if she is that much larger than you, it would be larger than you

if you love going on bike rides with her often, she'd be the kind of sweet wife who'd always give you her biker jacket

she'd never tell you that it's becos it satisfies a possessive instinct inside of her that tells her to mark you as hers

she just likes you thinking that she's being nice and polite LOL

she's always had a problem with being taller than the average woman? and it's definitely been a problem for past lovers so she always worries that it'll be a problem for you

but then she sees what you look like naked underneath your clothes and, suddenly, she doesn't think that anymore LMAO

"Naughty girly, playin' with m'jacket like that." You saw Emm eye you up and down, that look in her eye only darkening as she walked towards you.

You just leaned further back, your face only getting hotter as the jacket fell open, revealing more of your skin and your breasts to her hungry gaze.

It was a wonder the jacket fit you so loosely. The sleeves even went past your finger tips. When it was on her, it fit her so snuggly. Then again, she was a head or so taller than you and she was so much more muscular.

She got on the bed, clicking her tongue as she opened the jacket even more, letting it fall off one of your shoulders and then the other, her mouth decending onto your neck.

You let her, of course, your head tilting one way to give her the space she wanted to mark you however she pleased.

"God, didn' kno' you were such a small li'l thing." She groaned, her crotch suddenly meeting yours, the rough of her denim against your bare pussy sending a zing up your spine "My li'l darlin', am'i'rite?"

You nodded, whimper leaving your lips as your hands scrambled to grab onto her shoulders, the sleeves of her biker's jacket bunching up at your elbows.

"Fuck." She huffed before pushing your knee down onto the bed and effectively spreading your legs apart, her other hand holding your other knee to her hip.

"Don'no why it riles me up so much, darl', but it does." She chuckled a little, all breathy and soft as she trailed her hand from your knee and up higher, fingers ghosting your thigh, admiring the way her palm looked so big against the side of your leg.

Then, her hand was on the very inside of your thigh, close enough to where you wanted her but not exactly close enough.

"You are my li'l darlin', aren't you?" She teased, her thumb brushing against your clit, rolling it under the pad of her thumb, hard enough to send sparks up your spine but not hard enough to really get you going.

So, of course, you nodded hastily, another whimper leaving your lips "O-Of course. Always your darling. Always."

She gave you a kiss on the cheek as a reward but, when your hips pathetically jerked up, she chuckled again and pressed her thumb harder down on your clit "My greedy li'l princess."

"I'll give you all ya' want an' more, I promise."

isamu lowell ★ profile

a lot of isamu's fashion is super plain. he doesn't really dwell much on what to wear. its whatever is the easiest to move around, the cheapest to buy, whatever looks good

a lot of his clothes are hoodies, sweatshirts, joggers, plain tshirts, etc. perfect things to steal, if you ask me.

if you're his mate or his darling, he'd be the type to always sneak his clothes into your clothes anyway. he likes the thought of you wearing his clothes but not for any possessive reason

he just likes his clothes smelling like you LOL after you wear his clothes, he wears them and it feels nice and comfy

if you wear his clothes with nothing underneath in a more provocative manner, however...

"Hey, I'm a little late for work, do you know where--" Isamu glanced into the room before the words he was saying immediately died on his tongue.

He stared at you, his fists clenching and unclenching.

You sat there, batting your eyelashes at him, the sweetest expression on your face. You were wearing the hoodie he had left on the bed yesterday, your smell and his smell mixing perfectly on the fabric.

It was so big on you too. You were swimming in it.

It reminded him so much of how much bigger he was than you, of how much you trusted him not to hurt you. He felt his cock twitch in his sweatpants.

"Mate." He groaned, his hands flying up to cover his face as his ears grew hot. When he heard you laugh, he growled "What are you doing?"

"Nothing." You had tittered out, enjoying his suffering all too much.

He didn't like that, didn't like how you challenged him, how you teased him.

Isamu stalked forward, frown on his face. You just giggled and spread yourself on the bed, letting him get a peak of what was underneath the hoodie of his.

Nothing.

He was never going to make it to work. But, honestly, it felt like the last thing that mattered in his mind at that very moment.

Isamu didn't even hesitate as he pinned you down on the bed, his suddenly sure hands wrapping your thighs around his waist and his lips meeting yours in a messy kiss.

As he manhandled you, his hoodie rode up in the scuffle, revealing your stomach and some of your breasts. Usually, the sight made him bashful. Instead, it made him even harder.

This was a side of Isamu you only saw when you really riled him up.

And, from the sound of the groan that left his lips, he was worked up. It was even more evident when he fished his cock out of his sweats and lined it up against your pussy.

When he pulled away from kissing you to stare down, it felt almost surreal. The way the tip of his cock almost touched your belly button. How he looked so big and thick against you like that.

You whined as you looked down too, pout playing on your lips as you ground your bare pussy against the underside of his shaft. "'Samu?"

Yeah, no, he was never going to make it to work.

mel lowell ★ profile

mel is a lot like isamu where a lot of the clothes he wears are really plain and he doesn't really care what they look like on him

unlike isamu, though, mel tends to run a bit hotter? so a lot of his clothes show off more skin. stuff like tank tops, jeans, flannel, etc. he doesn't wear things like hoodies often

he'd also be a lot like isamu where he'd love his mate or darling to wear his clothes often but he wouldn't beat around the bush about it. he'd be very upfront and just be like 'oh, you're going out? might be chilly, wanna wear a flannel of mine over your shirt?' or something LOL

i wouldn't say he's worse than isamu when he sees you wearing nothing but his clothes... he definitely becomes a bit insatiable

You grumbled as you felt someone reach into your t-shirt, broad calloused hands cupping your breasts and experienced thumb playing with your nipple.

Immediately, you knew who it was and your eyes fluttered open to see it really was Mel, smirking at you victoriously, his arm wrapped around your hips as his hand continued fondling your breast.

"Where'd you find this shirt, hmmm?" He muttered against the shell of your ear as he rutted his hips against your ass.

You just hummed, your voice a mix between a soft yawn and a whimper "The bed. I missed you."

"Figured." He grumbled "Smells like me and now it smells like you. Smells like us."

As he muttered that against your skin, you felt him lift the shirt up a bit more to reveal your breasts. The rather cold air of the room made your nipples pebble a little but Mel definitely had no complaints.

Though, the shirt definitely felt silly now that it was pulled so high on your torso. The neckline was slipping off your shoulders, pooling around your chest, trailing down your upper arm.

Mel just continued eyeing you like seeing you like that, with the shirt like that, was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.

You laughed at how silly he was being but then he kept going "It's so much bigger on you than it is on me."

"Yeah, and?" You raised an eyebrow at him, your back arching when he pinched your nipple as retaliation.

"Reminds me of how much bigger I am than you." He clarified, pressing hot kisses against your skin.

You just laughed again and reached behind you to cup his growing cock "Why don't you show me exactly how much bigger you are?"

Mel definitely had no complaints as you slipped his already hard cock out of his jogging pants. Though, before you could guide him right to your pussy, he slipped it between your thighs instead.

You whined but looked down as he fucked his cock against your pussy once, twice, three times. You were surprised to see so much of the head sticking out in between your thighs.

"Fuck, darling, look at what you do to me." He groaned, grip on your breast tightening just a little bit as he pulled you tighter against him.

"Bet it'll feel better inside, hmmm?"

soren kumar ★ profile

he's a music ICON what do you EXPECT! HELLO? he needs to always be fashionable!

his outfits are definitely the more sleek type though. like button up shirts, turtle necks, leather jackets, skinny jeans, etc. a lot of expensive brands too like gucci and stuff who want him to wear their clothes

he'd be a bit ehhh about sharing his clothes. on one hand, cute! on the other hand, he'd be a bit worried becos what if they're outfits like he needs to wear for brand deals and stuff? so you're only allowed to get your hands on specific clothes of his LOL

well, maybe he'll make an exception if you're not wearing anything underneath...

"Oh, baby." Soren walked into his giant closet to see you sitting on one of the chaise lounges, sweater on your body "Is that the Chanel hoodie?"

You nodded, bashful expression on your face "Sorry! I shouldn't have--!"

"No, it's okay, it looks really good on you!" He immediately shook his head, grin overtaking his entire face as he sat next to you, his expression showing exactly how enamoured he was with you.

He pressed kiss after kiss on your face, his arms wrapping around you "You're so cute! I love how it looks on you!"

"You look like a round little lemon! Why's it so big on you?" He pressed a final kiss on your cheek before just simply pulling you onto his lap, his hands sneaking up into the hoodie.

It's when his enamoured expression turned into one of bewilderment before, finally, settling into a giant smirk.

"Oh, naughty baby." He pressed close and murmured into your ear as he positioned you to sit on his thigh, your bare pussy against the rough fabric of his denim "You're wearing nothing underneath?"

Your face simply flushed hotter, your expression shy as you held onto the ends of the sleeves.

Soren smiled and pressed a kiss under your ear and then another lower, lower, against your neck, to your collar. His finger pulled the hoodie down to expose more of your skin to his lips, so he could leave more of his marks.

"Let me show you exactly what I do to naughty babies like you." He cupped your naked hips and started nudging you forward, trying to get you to rude his thigh.

You just frowned and placed your hands on his shoulders, your thighs spread way too far to even properly hold yourself up. He didn't seem to be taking no for an answer though.

In fact, Soren was strong enough to just move you on his own, rubbing your pussy against his jean-clad thigh.

You whined out his name, half in complaint and half in pleasure.

Instead of listening, he just leaned close to mutter in your ear "As punishment, you have to cum against my thigh first, baby, then you can have my cock, okay?"

eun-jeong yoo ★ profile

eun-jeong's outfits are very cozy; a lot of oversized stuff, cardigans, turtlenecks, sweaters, etc. not a lot of casual clothes like hoodies and sweatpants. maybe a lot of jeans?

but his jeans are the only things that are tight fitting. the rest have to be very loose

he'd be very happy to share his clothes LOL it's kind of like a concept in asian culture?

like the boyfriend shirt or whatever? so he'd be happy to do it! and his heart feels especially warm when he knows that the two of you match

but then if you get a bit more seductive with it... well, his heart might not be the only thing that's warm if you know what i mean LOL

When Eun-jeong saw you, oversized knit sweatshirt on your body, a sliver of your shoulder peeking through the neckline, he felt his heart stop in his chest.

You looked so lovely in the sweater but there was something about it being his sweater that made it all the more enticing.

"Is my sweater nice?" He approached you, gloved hands tracing the outside of your thighs, wondering why you were wandering out of his room in his clothes.

You just grinned sheepishly at him and wrapped your arms around his neck, your body cozy and probably warm with sleep from a nap. He always felt so bad waking you up.

But then, as his hands got higher and higher, slipping into the sweater, he realised that there wasn't anything else there.

His cheeks grew hot and he felt his ears turn bright red. He buried his face into the crook of your exposed neck, nose nuzzling into your collar bones.

"Now, what are you doing with nothing under this sweater, hmmm, puppy?" He muttered against your skin, breath hot and gloved grip only growing tighter.

You laughed and just pulled him closer, your lips brushing against the apples of his red cheeks "I missed you."

Eun-jeong didn't even hesitate as he hiked your legs up, his gloved hands holding you from behind the knees as he wrapped your legs around his waist and hauled you back into his bedroom.

Though, distantly, he couldn't help but notice that your legs sat a bit higher than his waist when he carried you like this. You were so small in his arms, so cuddly. Had it always been like this?

He sat down on the bed with you on his lap and, before you could say anything, his lips were on yours, his kiss soft and gentle as his hands traced your body, making sure that he didn't disturb the sweater.

"Oh, puppy, you should welcome me home like this more often."

fujio watanabe ★ profile

beefy beefy boy, built like a linebacker (whatever that means lol person who knows sports? could not be me?)

he'd prefer not to wear loose clothes but his proportions are kinda weird? so like clothes that would fit right around his torso would be too tight around his arms and clothes that would fight right around his arms would be too lose around the torso

people with big guns problems amirite

so all his clothes are REAL big for him. they have to be really loose around his arms which means they're really loose around his torso

either that or he just goes sleeveless with tank tops, vests, etc

his clothes are all like hoodies (with and without sleeves), sweatshirts, sweatpants, jeans, etc. really does not give a shit about fashion

when he wears tshirts tho, he rolls the shirt sleeves up LOL

neway, he's also doesn't realise that he has a thing for you being smaller but it's becos he's not that tall so he doesn't take note of people's heights unless they're super tall (so he can bust their kneecaps LOL)

definitely isn't surprised at this point though because everything about his darling turns him on

"What the fuck? Is that my tank top?" Fujio squinted at you from the couch as you passed by, his ever present scowl apparent on his face.

You stopped mid-step and turned your head to look at him, confused expression on your face "What? I always wear your clothes, baby."

As he tried to look back and remember if he'd ever seen you wear his clothes before, Fujio couldn't help but stare at how you looked now, with his tank top so loose over your torso.

First of all, he could feel himself chub in his boxers just seeing your side boob. The way the arm holes barely covered any of it, how the straps kept looking like they were about to fall of your cute little shoulders and-- wait, why is that tank top so long on you?

"Come here." He pat his leg and you trotted over, sigh escaping your lips.

When you perched yourself on his lap, that's when it really hit him.

You were small. So so small. He was used to being thick and muscly, used to always being the buffest guy he knew. But he'd never been that big. He was average height.

Yet, compared to you, he was so big.

"Fuck, baby, what the fuck." He moved you a bit so you faced him, your legs on either side of his hips "Dunno why but this shit's making me hard."

"Fujio!" You felt your cheeks heat up but Fujio just chuckled at you, admiring the way his palms looked so large against your waist when he held it.

Without any hesitation, he was pulling his cock out and pressing it against your stomach, watching with a renewed appreciation when he saw how deep it probably got inside you.

The tip didn't touch your belly button but, fuck, did it get close.

"Do I always hit so deep inside you, baby?" His hips lifted a little, his cock grinding against your lower stomach and smearing pre-cum against your skin.

You just pouted and blushed, your hands settling on his upper arms as you ground your hips down "Maybe."

He grinned at your answer before groaning and shifting again to push you down so you were laying beside him on the couch "Okay, fuck, I need to get inside you like yesterday."

[lets-try-some-writing]

HI

Directors commentary on either of these c:

Why not BOTH.

Swap AU

The Swap AU came into being when I found myself unhappy with my original Swap AU concept. The first one was rushed and I had absolutely no joy in my soul while writing it. The requester for the original was rather pushy and I just wanted it to be done and over with. So I decided to try again and write an alternate swap I could actually see happening. This Swap AU was actually fun to play with and I had a grand time running through the potential political changes that I just never got to writing about.

I actually wanted to mess with it more, but upon its original posting, the AU was not taken with much enthusiasm so I steamrolled onward with other ideas that were sticking. Although as a side note, Megatron in the swap AU 100% has reading glasses and I take no criticism. Orion for his part is not a short king, but he is an averaged sized buff dude and it puts everyone on edge when this normal looking guy comes busting out with an axe.

Twin AU

Let me just say that this AU was the start of my obsession with Optimus and Orion Pax being different people. Sure it wasn't actually an AU based on that premise, but the foundation was there. I saw some art of SG Orion Pax and SG Optimus Prime and it spawned a little worming idea that screamed for there to be two bots sharing a reputation. So then I just yoinked the Sunstreaker and Sideswipe split spark bond thing and chucked it in there.

This is actually an AU I REALLY love, but again, never got around to writing a lot for because it was not received particularly well on here. However a tidbit about the AU here is that Orion Pax was treated way worse than I implied in my writing initially. Optronix treated him like absolute garbage, and so now that his secret is out and the team know he isn't Optronix deep down, he is going to fall back to old habits. He may have been plotting the downfall of his twin, but Orion was loyal until the very end. He was trained to be the perfect attendant. Quiet, submissive, and unquestioning.

That will rear its head now that he feels he is not protected by the reputation of his twin. It was almost easier for him to just pretend he was Optronix and own his twin's sins. Now he has to deal with the people who thought he was brutally murdered by his sibling millennia ago.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

out of curiosity, do you have any preferred headcanons for how tall the members of the Batfam are? who's the tallest to shortest?

listen I don't have exact measurements but I do have vibes. I'm going to say right out of the gate that I simply do not hold with DC artists and their habit of Russian nesting dolling the Robins so they're each a little bit shorter with age, it's a useful visual shorthand but it's also not my truth even if I sometimes agree with portions.

for instance: I do have to concede that Bruce needs to be the tallest of the Batboys in order to enable a lot of his whole schtick, especially your modern era Batmans who are built to be tanks as opposed to the sleeker, more acrobatically-oriented Batman of earlier ages. Batfleck honestly had a great build for it, 6'4 and built to loom.

on the other hand, I Know what male gymnasts look like and Dick came from a whole family of them; he doesn't need to be SHORT short but brother he is not the tallest Robin by any stretch. he's 5'8 if he's Lucky, likely shorter. and he's fine with it! he isn't insecure about being a compact king!

I strongly dislike the recent development towards drawing adult Jason as a brute, but I have long enjoyed the headcanon that he would have had a hard growth spurt after Bruce took him in and he didn't have to worry about food insecurity. he is absolutely taller than Dick but, HOT TAKE, I don't think he's a Lot taller. as Red Hood he's definitely exaggerating the difference with chunky boots + his stupid full-face mask for extra height, + his jacket and all his gear make him look taller and broader than Nightwing in his little skintight getup. out of costume they physically look much more similar.

I also super hate when Tim is drawn as a skinny short little waif, genuinely there's no reason for that. that's a little American rich boy who grew up on milk and white bread, there's no reason for him to look like he has Victorian urchin wasting disease. fuck this, Tim is taller than both Dick and Jason. same energy as the improv kid I went to high school with who was 5'11 but cool about it.

completing the circle and fully reversing the Robins, I know that other fans have pointed out that Damian's Asian heritage conspires against him being hugelarge as an adult, but genetics are a grab bag and I think he deserves to be Bruce-sized. adult Damian can pick Dick up and put him in the fridge if he wants. at present though his growth spurt is really taking its sweet time and he's hovering around Cass-height (see below).

Duke is hovering in a zone right between Jason and Tim but everyone forgets that and imagines him being taller because the little bat ears on his helmet give him a couple extra inches.

a lot of older comics, especially the Dixon run, frequently have Selina drawn like she's tall as all hell, and I honestly love that for her. 5'11, Megan Thee Stallion kind of build for her.

Cass is frequently drawn as tiny to an extent that is, frankly, implausible and borderline upsetting (if memory serves she literally got folded up and carried in a backpack once?) but listen: she's certainly not tall. I'm willing to offer her 5'3 as an absolute maximum. also literally no one asked but Michelle Yeoh is the Lady Shiva of my heart and shes 5'4, so that's canon To Me.

however tall Dick is in your head I want you to add one (1) inch and that's Barbara. this is so crucial to me.

Steph is like a deeply average 5'4 and a half, and I realize this Does mean that I've Russian nesting dolled the Batgirls (at least in order of appearance in comics, not the actual order they Batgirls) and I am Fine with that. throw Harper Row in here too, she and Steph are just chilling being average height gal pals.

Helena is freakishly tall by Italian woman standards, by which I mean like 5'7.

this is vile and I'm sorry to the Robins but unfortunately Jean Paul is a genetically engineered freak bred to kill so he's probably taller than all of them save for an adult Damian. 6'2 to my miserable boy. beginning to think I was lying when I said I didn't have exact numbers.

so I think in descending order the lineup I've created is Bruce, JP, Selina and Tim, Duke, Jason and Babs, Dick, Helena, Steph and Harper, Damian, Cass.

did I skip anyone vital you want to know about?

[a-little-revolution]

hi elliot! if you're still answering sex-related questions, i have one about large size differences. i have this story where character A is 6"7, and he's in love with character B for a long time. their friendship is pretty strong and respectful, and i didn't intend their heights to be a big deal, but i imagined B feeling a little concerned that he's too tall for her. is that a realistic feeling to have? could it work with the help of appropriate positions /assistance? is there something you suggest to keep in mind? thank you!

Hello!

As you can imagine, I'm fairly familiar with height differences in romantic/sexual settings - though most of my partners have been somewhere around 5'5 (there's a lot of short kings in the trans community lol). The tallest I've been with was 6'4 so that's a solid 2'2 height difference, which can be a lot for some people but we honestly loved the contrast.

Feeling concerned at a height difference is certainly a valid! There's a lot of social pressure to be of similar height to your partner, especially when it comes to gender (in that men should be taller than their female spouce, women should have a small frame, etc.) and a stark difference can of course pose physical issues (not being able to casually reach your partner's face, etc.). I find it's mostly the social pressures that affect things the most, and can even prevent relationships from blossoming. Once those in the partnership work out what's good for them, height is truly no issue.

My current nesting partner (I am poly, nesting partner here means that they are who I am living with) is able bodied and average height. Our height difference has never posed a real challenge in our relationship - my partner has no problem bending down to kiss me, adjust for my limitations, and learn my disabled body. In my experience, the people who deserve you are the people who will accommodate for you.