#giant reader

[harbinger-of-enmity]

no cause like being a leviathan like creature with a little human is one of my biggest fantasies too,,, leaning over them out of the water, every movement making waves easily as tall as them, sometimes speaking in a sort of whale song that resonates so deep inside them (it doesn't take long for them to get immediately horny at the sound of it, with a bit of training you could easily get them to cum to it), holding them in your hands, you could run your tongue over them like a blanket... oh, and obviously they're gawking at your cock, duh

YOU GET IT!!

Holding your tiny lover in your palm and dragging your tongue against their belly, watching them squirm and whine as you coo at them. They want ur cock sooo bad, but it’s as big as they are!

They pitifully hump your finger as you coo at them, their little form trembling at the deep rumblings of your siren songs, panting and crumbling before you.

Also imagine arranged marriage.. Like, human royalty thinking he’s gonna marry a pretty royal merfolk n is met with your giant form.. They’re all cocky and huffy that they have to marry a monster, then they hear ur voice and crumble. The sound of your deep calls makes their legs nearly give out, something about your croons and howls just does something to their mind, turning them into mush before you.

I JUST, UGHH, I wanna be a big sea monster 😭😭

[cosmica-galaxy]

I'm having a bit of small writers block and stress for my Algebra final coming up soon. So have some giant reader doodles for your bellies. Used references and decided to try some expression memes for practice. Note: The human isn't in their socks in the story. I just hate drawing shoes lol. Enjoy!

[djljpanda]

(Ok! Wanna have something wholesome to write?!?)

Wally x gentle giant non binary reader headcanons? Where the reader is basically: howdy/poppy sized, but is basically ‘soft babie who can’t be left alone or they’ll cry’ type of gentle? Like big teddy bear!

(Btw you don’t have to do this if ya don’t wanna do it! You do you! You deserve ALL the love in this world, and if you ever say “I’m not good” or “I’m ugly.” GIRLY YOU IS THE BEST THING ALL THE PEOPLE OF TUMBLER NEEDS YOU SLAY THE DAY AWAY!)

Thank you for your kind words. You really made me smile and felt loved, thank you a lot. So here is your order.

You are the sweetest thing in the whole neighborhood - Wally Darling

You love the fact that Wally keeps you company and Wally himself loves keeping you company

Wally always tells you that he will never judge you based on your height

You do love caring Wally around and man he loves it too

If you ever feel insecure Wally is there if you need to talk with and he is okay if you would want to talk with Poppy and Howdy if you have too

Wally hates when he hears you talk bad about yourself

You can to yourself that "I'm not good enough", Wally can be 100 miles away and he will still hear you

He may have small legs but he will be there already telling you how great you are

Even with both of your different heights Wally makes you feel the same height

You do like to see when Wally paints you, he just finds you eye catching as to him you are the most beautiful

One time Wally did leave without telling you he was leaving and you thought he ditched you as tears started to come from your eyes. Wally came back shocked to see you in such a state but you just rushed over to him and hugged him so tight afraid that if you let go he will be gone again. Wally comforted you by telling you he will never leave you and he loves you very much.

Honestly your guys cuddle time is the best

Wally calls you a big soft teddy bear while you both laid down in bed

Wally feels so lucky to have you and is always there when you need him

[welcome-home-art-dump]

Julie Joyful- Giant reader headcanons

🪀 First thing she does is ask to be picked up and spun around by you.

🪀 you're essentially a jungle gym to her; she's always climbing you and swinging on one of your arms.

🪀when she's not full of too much energy, she'll just cling to your calf as you walked to enjoy the ride.

🪀 often tries to convince Frank to play with you both or at least give climbing you a try. [never succeeds.]

🪀 since you can't play games like hopscotch or jump rope, she settles for having you be a score keeper.

🪀 often goes to you if a toy is stuck in a high place.

🧸 she secretly likes it when you idly tap at her horns.

🧸 if you're laying on your belly, she'll lay on your back, and sometimes falls asleep while sunning.

🧸 wishes that Frank would trust you.

🧸 sometimes just plays with your face, making you pull silly faces.

🧸 frequently has many tea parties with you and is known to talk your ear off.

🧸 really wants to see what your home looks like for a sleepover.

[annaberunoyume]

Imagine an au in which Naga!Reader is a giant naga and Wally is tiny enough to fit in their palms. One night, Wally gets drunk and Reader has the time of their lives playing with him just like when Timothy Q.Mouse gets drunk in Dumbo (1941). At one point, Wally dozes off in Reader's hair and they tie a bandana around their neck to prevent Wally from falling.

Then, later on, when Naga!Reader returns to their clan, the other giant nagas ask them what kept them out there. Cue Naga!Reader showing a sleeping Wally in their hands. Cue some ''Aaaaws'' and Wally hugging Reader's finger in his sleep.

[general-gt]

Hi! I has this idea while i was reading a fic and It is stuck in my head. I was readings a feyformers fic where fey tarn is turned into a chicken and taken care of by a human. So the idea is that bots and cons are fairies. When they are in the fairy world they can use their full power but if they end up in the human world they shrink to palm size and can't use most of their abilities. If a human were to end up in the fairy world they would be the same.

Basically fey tarn end up in the human world, gets taken care of and attached!

This ask has haunted me all month. It’s such a good idea that it had me in a chokehold and wouldn’t let go until I finished writing /pos.

I only planned to write a little one shot but I got carried away so here’s the first chapter of 2! And who knows, this universe is really fun and I may write more for it in future.

[minimiance]

size difference kink but in the “i grew up being made fun of for being chubby so now the idea of a giant of a man being able to toss me around and tower over me without making my weight a problem makes me really horny” way, you get what im saying?

[nocturnus-artemis]

If I may put my spin on it; Giant Reader flusters a smol Jester Beast. Credit for the original prompt goes to @cookierunauprompts and the original asker.

some of the setup for this AU

an ordinary human finds themselves in EarthBread, and compared to the denizens of the land they are a giant grander than any other.

as an offering to stay peacefully in whatever kingdom they settle in, they protect the land by fighting, catching, and eating any monsters that would threaten their chosen home, so that there would be no risk of the human turning on cookies out of hunger

            if monstrous food runs scarce they will munch on the occasional dessert tree instead but not make a habit of it as that would cause swift deforestation

this protection makes the human loved by most, and additionally loved by any kingdom's youngsters as a living jungle gym/playground

the human's ridiculous size compared to cookies attracts some... undesired attention;

                        (my headcannon is that Cookie-Kind are, at their tallest, half a foot tall and average adult height is 5 inches and the Beast Cookies have giant forms that are about four times the size of regular cookies at around 1' 8" to 2')

            Pitaya Dragon Cookie in Dragon form is only the size of a small pony to the human but is more than capable of overpowering the human while in dragon form, which makes Pitaya Dragon Cookie's frequent wishes for a duel obnoxious for the human who doesn't want to get seriously hurt (unless you want to explore that kind of story then by all means)

            Compared to the Beast Cookies who are quite physically large compared to regular cookies when not shrinking themselves down to look their foes in the eye, the Human is still larger while the Beasts in their natural bigger forms are the size of a newborn human to them.

"I roll to seduce the-"

Reader had been dozing nearby when it happened, when the seal broke and the beast's soul got free. They just wanted a bit of calm after everything that had happened; the trip was difficult (no surprise sailing a human sized boat across the actively hostile Licorice Sea was hard), the cookie's airship was attacked, gaining the Fairy Kingdom's trust was tricky, finding the shards of Soul Jam of Freedom and awakening White Lily Cookie was traumatic, you just wanted a moment's rest. After all, White Lily was awake now and she would fix the decaying seal in no time flat, right?

Sadly, there would be no rest for the wanderer as White Lily's old sealing vines broke down and crumbled, the cookies fought valiantly but the beast held within still got loose. Hearing it and feeling the commotion rattle the ground you were up-and-at’em in a blink and searching wildly. It didn't take long to find the menacing blue jester cookie looming over your friends, funnily though; you still loomed over him, just like how you loomed over everything in EarthBread except terrain features.

Then so much more happened in the blink of a terrible eye; Pure Vanilla was doubled over in mental agony, White Lily was swatted away and into a nearby tree by a shadowy tendril, and Elder Fairy was slowly dying from sacrificing his Life-powder to revive White Lily. You were now the only line of defense between the Beast of Deceit and your wards; denizens of the Cookie Kingdom you swore to protect from monsters when you were permitted a life there. There was nothing you, a mere human, could do against an eldritch horror from ancient days, that didn’t mean you couldn’t try something stupid as a distraction so White Lily and Pure Vanilla could recover.

“HEY!” you called to the Beast Cookie, crouching to get a bit closer to their level. You shuddered when, after a moment of confusion or curiosity from the Beast looking for who called, Shadow Milk’s multi-eyed gaze landed on you and a flash of fear and rage crossed their face before vanishing just as fast. You briefly wondered if your size and form reminded Shadow Milk of the Witches who sealed him and the other Beasts away, hence the look he had given you.

“Oh? Does another member of my adoring audience want to try their hand at interrupting MY show?” Shadow Milk asked, contorting as if his joints didn’t exist while locking eyes with you. “As you can see that wouldn’t be very smart, no matter how big you may be you still look rather over fed, soft, and fragile.”

“N-no, I just …” think, think, THINK. “-wanted to tell you that… I oughta complain to Spotify that you weren’t named this week’s hottest single!” you finger-gunned at the blue jester Beast and smiled awkwardly, feeling your self-respect die a little at the display.

You could hear a pin drop in the ensuing silence, as the young cookies held their breath fearing what would come next. Shadow Milk Cookie looked genuinely thrown off his stride, from what you could not begin to guess but were glad it worked, and was staring up at you shocked and a touch of deepening color gracing his cheeks. It took him a moment to regain a modicum of composure and he was before you in an instant, staring up with a confused yet weirdly bashful grin “Are you flirting with me? now of all times?” he sounded strangled as he said that, as if trying to restrain a laugh… or something else…

Feeling a swell of idiotic courage now that you had successfully gotten the Beast’s attention away from everyone, you laid on your stomach on the path in front of Shadow Milk Cookie and propped you chin up on one palm while the other arm crossed behind the first and gave the Apostle of Deceit your best sultry expression. “Maybe I am.” You replied in a low, husky tone “is it working?” you asked looking at Shadow Milk Cookie through your long eyelashes with a small smile.

The flush on Shadow Milk Cookie’s face spread slightly and he looked to the side, “maybe…” he mumbled, barely audible.

Now it was your turn to be thrown off your rhythm; God did NOT grace you with the kind of rizz to charm an eldritch terror, what the HELL is going on?! You couldn’t lose your stride now, you had to keep going; Pure Vanilla and White Lily had not intervened to help so they needed more time to recover, right? Quietly clearing your throat, you kept going “Would you mind giving me a pinch? You’re so beautiful, I must be dreaming.” You put an earnest touch in that one, the world would be seeing who was the better deceiver today; this ancient Beast, or you.

Shadow Milk sucked in a sharp breath and wheezed, he was trying to keep something in and was struggling. He put his face in his hands and started to sound like a balloon losing air.

Time to mix it up “There are 21 letters in the alphabet, right?”

Shadow Milk Cookie pounced on the opportunity to bite back “hehehehe! Silly little giant! There’s more than 21 letters in the alphabet!” the growing and deepening blush on his face did not escape your notice

Hook, line, and sucker. “Ooh right, I remember which ones I forgot,” making yourself sound honest and earnest with a touch of lovable vulnerability, he seemed to lean in to sneer again when you sucker punched him “U R A Q T.” (try saying it aloud if you don't get it) you smiled so genuinely even you started believing it.

Shadow Milk was stunned again and his blush grew even more. “I-you-… shutup,shutup,shutup,shutup!” he turned his face away and flapped his hand uselessly at you as if trying to slap you, the most you felt was a breeze and a tickle on the end of your nose.

You voiced a light, genuine giggle. This was starting to be fun! “so~,” Shadow Milk flinched yet was still at the sound of your soft, husky voice “aside from being drop dead gorgeous~, what else do you do for a living?” Shadow Milk doubled over slightly, clutching their middle with one arm and holding their mouth with their other hand as another wheeze escaped him. You noticed the strange light in his eyes this time and a query struck you; did he… like this? Enjoy this attention? Enjoy the validation? A question for later, he still wasn’t back in his prison.

Shadow Milk was suddenly in your face and holding your temples while lightly shaking them as he glares into your eyes “Stop it! Stop that right now!” it sounded half-hearted and conflicted, the dark flush across his face said more than his tone or his strange expression did.

You smiled warmly at the flustered Beast Cookie, “you know, I never believed in “love at first sight”… but that was before I saw you.” You gently brushed your fingertips down Shadow Milk Cookie’s incorporeal back, eliciting a tremble from the Beast.

Shadow Milk’s expression grew more strangled as his blush darkened and eyes went wide and wild, the smaller eyes among the shadows on his person had heart shapes for pupils which did not go unnoticed by you. Shadow Milk had released their grip on your face and backed up a couple steps, hiding their face in their ruffled collar and puffy sleeves while doing an impression of a rapidly deflating tire again, they seemed to have unconsciously shrunk to a size similar to average cookies.

Time for what would hopefully be the finishing blow; shifting your weight so you rested on both your elbows you gently scooped up the flustered cookie and held them up in your cupped hands. Shadow Milk for their part in this, flinched at the touch, went very still as they were lifted up, and peeked one nervous eye at you after a moment of sitting in your hands. “If you let me borrow a kiss, I promise I’ll give it right back.”

That did it, Shadow Milk Cookie voiced another strangled wheeze, their heterochromatic eyes sported slender hearts for pupils, and they clutched the front of their outfit before zooming away as a swirl of black and blue smoke while muffling their flustered howling, fleeing back into the tree and letting the fissure he had ripped open with his own hands shrink.

Green glowing vines sprang up from the ground and gently yet firmly wrapped around the wounded tree, covering the crack and reinstating the seal. Reader looked at White Lily Cookie who seemed to have regained her composure some time ago “Took you long enough.” Reader got off their stomach and to their knees.

“I’m sorry.” White Lily looked wilted at Reader’s tone. She perked up when Pure Vanilla, also seeming to have recovered some time ago.

Reader sighed and leaned over to gently pat White Lily’s back with two fingers “I rib because I care. Don’t take it too personally.” You smiled and White Lily Cookie sheepishly smiled back. Gingerbrave and his friends rushed to the two ancients as Elder Fairy Cookie hobbled over with the most bewildered look on his face, disbelieving what he just witnessed. As Elder Fairy Cookie passed their powers as Guardian of the Seal on to White Lily Cookie before passing away peacefully to everycookie’s heartbreak, Reader looked at the silver Sealing Tree and could barely hear Shadow Milk Cookie’s giddy shrieking from within. You sighed quietly again, It seems I was the biggest deceiver tonight, you thought, I played the role of the lovesick fool so well… I managed to convince myself…

how about just-

giant flustered jester

idk i think that'd be cute have a good day/night whoever decides to write this vague prompt -Anon #368

You don't realize what power you have given me anon #368.

Request Prompt #14 - 💓♪

The beast stood tall, looming over you and the rest of your friends. The seal White Lily Cookie had laced upon the great tree had broken, allowing the beasts to escape... Or well, at least one of them for now. Either way White Lily Cookie was down for the count(almost immediately flicked into a tree by a shadow hand), and Pure Vanilla was tending to her leaving you as the only adult between Shadow Milk Cookie and GingerBrave and friends. There was almost literally no way this could get worse. However, you are very reckless and stupid. " Hey!" You called out to the beast, what you're about to do is rather nerve racking, but since when have you cared about your nerves? Never, that's when. This could get you crumbled, but that's a risk you are willing to take. You almost shudder as you feel the plethora of eyes from the shadows and Shadow Milk Cookie's own two eyes stare at you, brimming with curiosity. " Oh? Does another audience member want to try their hand at beating me?" He chuckled, his grin wide and manic as he gestured to the other fallen cookies around them. " I wouldn't advise that unless you want your dough to crack." " No, I've just got a question." You begin, you can see his brow raise with curiosity. " ... Are you from Tennessee? Because you're the only ten I see." Silence. " Oh my god we're going to die." You can hear Wizard Cookie mumble under his breath, with GingerBrave responding with a " No no, let them cook.-" It, it actually looks like you threw him off his rhythm. It looks like he's questioning what the fuck a Tennessee is, good, you don't know either. Shadow Milk Cookie is just staring at you, almost dumbfoundedly with a light blue fluster on his cheeks. It takes him a moment before he realizes just what you're doing. He crouches onto the floor, picking you up with a confused, and maybe a bit flustered, grin. " Are you flirting with me right now?" He asks, barely concealing a chuckle under his breath. You lean forwards in his grasp, resting your chin on your hand and fluttering whatever cookie eyelashes you have at him. " Maybe I am." You begin, " Is it working?" " ... Maybe." He mumbled out, looking off to the side.

[jellolegos]

Ah Yes. Me. My wife. And Her 500 foot firebreathing dragon

[bi-writes]

the new baby you take care of is the cutest baby you've ever met. (a lil dubcon, baby trapping, 18+)

he has a big head with a tuff of little blond waves, and he has the brightest brown eyes in the entire world. he smiles at every face you make at him, and he takes a bottle like a champ and will nap for hours as long as you're quiet.

his father has a strict schedule set for him. when you met that big man for the very first time, you were speechless. your teeth had clacked together with how fast you tried to close your gawking mouth, but it was impossible not to with how much he towered over you, nearly touching the top of the doorway.

he is methodical, down to every minute. tacked onto the fridge, he had shown you his son's current schedule, which he emphasized with a dead glare must be followed to a T.

two feedings in the morning followed by a nap. another feeding. a longer nap. another feeding. another nap. all separated in increments of 45 minutes, with instructions on how to use the bottle warmer and how to measure the formula.

his son does not cry. his father had told you, if he cries, y'r doin' somethin' wrong. and he was right. the baby only cried when he was hungry, and he would fall into a dead sleep as soon as you gave him a bottle.

it's odd, to take care of someone else's baby. especially this man's. there's no woman in the house, as far as you can tell. the whole house is decorated very minimally, cozy and in shades of warm greens and cool blues and browns. there are no heeled boots by the door or pretty fur coats, and whenever you pass by his bedroom, only one side of his bed ever looks lived-in. there are no pictures on the walls, no makeup in the bathroom drawers, and no pads or tampons under the sink.

just a big, unfeeling man and his big, adorable baby.

but you think that your actions to get this big, unfeeling man to like you are starting to have the wrong kind of implications.

it starts with dinner. you start to make it, using the ingredients from his fridge to make stews and buttery mashed potatoes and roasted veggies. the image of you stirring a pot with his baby on your hip has not left him, and whenever you don't have some kind of meal cooking when he gets home, you answer to someone curt, annoyed, and cold, even to the touch.

then it's the decorating. you thought his couch was a little bare, so now there's a few throw blankets laying across the back of it. there's a vase of pretty tulips on the coffee table. you're growing herbs on the windowsill, little pots of thyme and rosemary and basil. you leave house shoes by the door now, and even when you're not there, he sees those fuzzy pink slippers in the foyer, and he can't help the way he chubs up just seeing them when you're not around.

you start to bring some extra changes of clothes. after the baby spit up on you more than once in a day, you bring a duffel bag with you once a week with extra changes of clothes. he snarls when he sees your clothes in one of his drawers; pretty black panties and matching bras, all laid out under your lounge wear right next to his fucking socks.

the toothbrush next to his in the bathroom. the multi-colored chapsticks in the drawers. tampons and pads organized in the cabinet, your moisturizer next to his shaving cream. he smacks his fist against the wall when he sees the finished package of your birth control in the trash because wot the fuck are y'doing taking those things when y'know i want another--

he can see you in the baby monitor. swaying in the dark of his son's room, the baby's head on your chest as you rock him softly. you're singing a little, a gentle hum to soothe him enough that his eyes start closing. he groans a little when he sees your eyes shut as you kiss his son on the forehead, cooing at him as you pat his little back and tell him to have sweet dreams.

you're making brownies when he comes home that night. his son is seated in his high chair, clapping his hands, and you're smiling at him and cooing in that baby voice you do as you take the warm brownies out of the oven. when you see him emerge from the darkness of his living room, you smile at him, taking off the oven mitts.

"hi, simon," you say softly, and his pupils dilate when you slip a hand over his son's head to soothe him. "i made some dessert, hope that's okay. thought you might wanna try my new recipe."

simon comes into the kitchen as you take his baby out of his high chair. you hoist him up against your hip, and when simon comes closer, you giggle as tilts his head to the side and stares down at you both. you tilt your head back a little, blinking up at him, and the flutter of your lashes is enough to have him rock hard in his cargos as his hands curl into frustrated fists at his sides.

"i'm gonna put him down for bed, it's a little late," you tell him. you hoist his son up a little higher on your hip, picking up his little chubby arm and waving up at simon. "say goodnight, daddy."

simon grins under his mask at the soft lilt of your voice. you try not to squeak when one of his big hands slides around your waist to hold you at your back, and he bends down to kiss his son's forehead through his mask.

"goodnight, my boy."

you try not to linger on the idea that he may have grabbed your ass as you walked away. no, his arms are just so long, they grazed you while you passed by him.

the baby always goes down nice and easy. one bottle later, with a full stomach, he's rubbing his little eyes and fussing in your arms as he tries to fall asleep. he's a mover, simon's little one--always grasping around with his arms and flopping onto his side in the bed. oftentimes, after a nap, he's facing the opposite direction and on the other end of the crib when you come to get him.

so you shouldn't be surprised when as he's falling asleep, his little grubby hands reach for you and pull.

your eyes widen when you hear the pop of buttons. you look down, gasping, when you see his son has grabbed onto the front of your blouse and pulled the first few buttons out. they clatter onto the floor in a mess, and you're not able to see where they go with it so dark in his room.

"oh, god!"

you try to be gentle as you set the baby down in his crib. he immediately sticks his thumb in his mouth with his head lolling to the side, and you try to pick up anything you step on as you hurry out of the room, trying to hold your shirt together.

it's useless. you're standing there in the hallway, hastily shutting the baby's room closed, tits out at eight in the evening.

"tha' why he so good ta ya, mama?"

your eyes bug out of your head when you see simon there. he's standing at the end of the hallway, arms crossed over his chest, and his eyes are focused on your poor open blouse. the bra you're wearing leaves nothing to the imagination--just mesh with underwire, and when simon comes closer, there's virtually nothing separating you when he reaches up with that gloved hand and cups one breast, thumb smoothing over your nipple before he tugs on it gently.

"wha--simon--"

"thinks y'r his mum, pretty tits out like tha'," simon hisses. "'f ya wanted it so bad, why didn't ya just say?"

"simon--"

he tsks, using both hands this time to grip your blouse by the edges and tug it down your arms. it falls around your elbows, and he takes the straps of your bra with it, until it's pooled around your waist and your tits fall free.

"fuckin' hell," he breathes, and your lips part gently as he hikes up his mask and spits on your nipples before sucking them into his mouth. "mmmph..."

you arch your back as he rips the rest of the buttons off with one smooth tug. your blouse falls, and your bra follows it, until you're in nothing but your skirt, backing up into the darkness of his bedroom as he kicks the door shut. you scramble to get him back on top of you when your knees hit the edge of the bed, and you're laying down--grabbing around his shoulders as you try to guide his mouth back to your breasts where he can suckle on them with that filthy mouth of his.

"knew it--" he rasps. "fuck, i knew it--"

your eyes squeeze shut when he ruts his hips against yours. your panties are ruined, slick wet and digging uncomfortably into your folds, but the scratch of simon's jeans have your back bowing at a hard angle, your fingers sliding between your bodies as you reach for his zipper. you gasp when you feel him under your hand, straining against denim, the girth of him tying your stomach in hard knots as you think about what it'll take to get you open enough for him to slip in.

"keepin' me fat," simon murmurs. "holdin' my baby like tha', wot did ya think was goin' ta happen, eh?"

"h-huh?"

"'m gonna make you fat, too, swee'eart," he says, smoothing his hand over your tummy. "saw those little pills in y'r bag. it won't take today, but we'll try again tomorrow, yeah?"

you're drooling as he fucks you. your hips are hiked up, your skirt flipped up as his thighs smack against your ass. you're not privy to the way the fat of you shakes every time he's buried to the hilt, but simon appreciates it, tongue out as he watches you push back against him to try and get yourself filled quicker. he traces your spine with his fingers, leaning over you as he watches your fingers dig into his dark sheets and grip for dear life as he gives it to you fast and deep. it's a mess of wet between you, and you know the bed underneath you will be soaked by the time he's done with you, but you can't think about that when the very thing you've been wanting since the day you met him is so close, so within reach.

you haven't taken a single one of those pills since the first week you met that fat, beautiful baby. maybe simon didn't take too close a look at the dated little pills in your bag and in the bin, the little calendar you used to mark rotting away in a forgotten pocket, gathering dust.

when simon comes, your mouth is filled with saliva, and you gurgle between barely-lucid giggles as your hips sink into the mattress. he's saying something, but you don't hear it. instead you reach down with your fingers and stuff them inside, trying to gather as much of his cum and keep it. when simon tries to cum in your mouth later, you nearly bite his dick off.

how dare he try and waste it?

[skeletons-can-draw-too]

I find it funny imagining that you finally get to be intimate with a transformer only for them to pull out a usb cable 😭

[harbinger-of-enmity]

Shamefull Giant/Tiny Thoughts . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

AMAB Giant Reader x Unnamed Tiny Character 📌

✒︎ Vincent’s Ramblings; I LOVE EXTREME SIZE DIFF, normal size diff that’s a few inches to a foot is fine and all, BUT ONE PERSON BEING ABLE TO HOLD THE OTHER IN THEIR HAND?? LOORRDD

❥ But holding someone in your palms, they squirm and yelp when you shift just slightly. They try to kick or bite, but they’re just so small! You barely even feel a pinch when they do so, your voice so deep from how big you are as you laugh at them.

❥ Comparing them to different things around you. Your favorite cup or blanket, finding amusement in just how small they are. This little human, barely the size of your finger, and they’re all yours!

❥ Jerking off while they watch, maybe setting them on your belly. They’re barely half the size of your giant cock. They can’t help but feel intimidated as it pulses and jerks. You groan, and it shakes their world, watching the pulsing member in your hand throb.

❥ They can’t help their curiosity and press their little hands to the hot rod. It drives them mad! The heat and throb of your cock making them sweat. Their hands become slimy as pre-cum drools from the tip, dripping onto their face.

❥ Laying them on a table and cumming all over them! They become so sticky, but they feel so good and warm. Laughter bubbles up from their chest when your hot cum splatters on their little body, a dopey grin gracing their lips.

❥ They look good coated in your cum, you think.

❥ Picking them up, fingers curling around their body. You peel away their little clothes. They feel so good they can barely process what’s happening.

❥ Until suddenly, your warm tongue pulls against their belly. You lick them clean of your cum, massive tongue nearly the size of their body dragging over them. They gasp and squeal when your tongue starts rubbing over their intimates.

❥ They whine, pawing at your hand and bucking against your tongue. You can feel their fluid on your tongue, your sensitive tastebuds smeared with the flavor.

❥ You squeeze them, and they nearly cum on the spot, shaking in your hand with your tongue between their legs.

❥ Setting the sweet thing on your stomach as you come down from your high, laughing when they struggle to find stable footing. Stroking their head with your massive thumb, smiling down at their blissful expression.

❥ I’d love to have a tiny of my own 🫶

[davinawritings]

Monster Boyfriend that insists on cockwarming you daily. He says he needs to keep your pussy nice and stretched to be able to take him.

“Come on baby, you know I need you on my cock at least once a day. It took me months of working your pretty pussy open just to be able to take all of me. You wouldn’t want all my hard work to go to waste would you?”

It doesn’t even matter what you’re doing, he wants his cock inside you. You can’t deny him anyway when the stretch of his cock always feels so damn good 🤤🤤🤤

[akanemnon]

Shouldn't there be a minotaur in the labyrinth? Who put this goat here? This is not accurate to the mythology! /j

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[monstersholygrail]

Home Workouts

Half-orc bf x fem!reader— groping, delicious sloppy sex, riding that dick, and some niiice after care

You honestly didn’t know what life would be like living with your half-Orc, half-Giant, boyfriend. The two of you have been together for so long but never shared your space for more than a week long vacation or a weekend sleepover at each other’s houses.

Of course, every part of his house was a little too big for you given his tall stature. But ever since the very first time you’ve slept over at his place he’s had an abundance of step stools and other little tools to help you move around the place with ease.

It’s been an adjustment but he’s done everything he can to make it an easy one for you.

There are many things you love about living your boyfriend but your favorite one is by easily by far watching him workout in his home gym. He has it all set up in the garage so it’s not exactly in the way of anything in the house. But accessible enough that even you can hear him in there if you’re downstairs.

At the first sign of his loud grunting your face brightens into an excited smile. You practically throw yourself off the couch and scramble your way through the house. Racing toward the doorway to the garage which always just so happens to be left open. Almost as if a certain someone wants you to hear him, wants you to watch him.

When you reach the doorway he’s right where you expect him to be, at the bench press machine looking way too good to handle. Your knees go weak at the sight of him and you have to lean against the door just to keep upright.

His large muscles ripple under the weight he’s pressing and saliva pools in your mouth, freaking drooling for your sexy hunk of a boyfriend. He grunts softly each time he lifts the weight and it does something to your insides. Making you hot and tingly all over, arousal gushing out of your pussy and soaking your panties.

You watch him work through his sets, your body growing hotter with each new machine he uses. You know he knows you’re there. And you know that he’s making all his work outs look even sexier because he’s trying to get you all hot and bothered. You hate how much it’s working. You’re practically itching to jump his bones.

It’s useless to try and fight it. The more he works out the more his light green skin glistens with sweat. You imagine yourself falling to your knees to lap it up, to kiss down his dark happy trail, and inhale deeply at that scent that’s specifically his and his alone. Fuck, you wanna devour him and he knows it.

He’s purposefully taunting you, egging you on, wanting to make a mess of you before he even gets his hands on your burning needy skin. You may be growing hazy with lust but you don’t miss the sly glances he keeps throwing your way or that stupidly smug smirk he’s been sporting since he was curling those weights. It shouldn’t make you hornier than you already are but it is.

Just as you think your pussy is throbbing so bad you’re about to cum untouched, he finally turns toward you with a raised brow and a classic ‘come hither’ look.

“Come over here and help me with these hip thrusts, pretty,” he says and you know it’s not a question. It’s a demand. Letting you know he’s been wanting you just as badly as you want him.

Walking closer to him in the gym you can see just how true that is. The thick outline of his cock pushing against the fabric of his sweats and just begging to be released. Even seeing it twitch once you finally reach him.

“I said c’mere,” he growls, claws gripping at your plush waist and dragging you against his sweaty stomach with a light smack.

The tension between the two of you is boiling as he swoops down and captures your lips in a ravenous kiss. You both groan as your lips meet in a sloppy needy dance, stumbling back until he’s lying down on the mat covered floor with you straddling his waist.

You press against him as hard as you can, hips already rocking, needing to grind against any part of him you can. He moans into the kiss, tongue dipping into your mouth just to get another taste of you. Claws run over your skin, making you shiver with anticipation as they dip lower and lower. Slowly pushing off all your clothes as they go.

“Look at you, humping me like a bitch in heat,” your bf rasps against your lips, pushing off your panties with a single claw and leaving your delicious curves open to him.

You gasp as your dripping folds are exposed to the cool air. He pushes you back down on top of him, his hands guiding you, rolling his abs all over your clit and causing your head to spin. He’s just so much bigger than you that he can easily jerk you around like his own personal fuck doll. Your toes curl at how damn good it feels and your jaw drops in a silent moan.

“Don’t act like you didn’t do this on purpose,” you accuse.

He chuckles, watching you get wrecked before he’s had a chance to really touch you. You don’t even realize when his hands drift off of you, too caught up in the pleasure rolling through your clit. He makes quick work of skillfully pulling his sweats down just enough to release his cock. It springs out of its confines, hitting your back with a fat smack.

“I can’t help it that you’re such a fuckin’ slut for me…” he purrs and you prove him right as you start grinding your ass along his length.

But it seems like it’s just enough to snap him into action. A feral glint passes over his eyes and his hands are on you in the next second. He pushes his massive pulsing tip through your folds, letting your slick coat his entire monster cock till he’s dripping with you.

He can’t seem to look away from it. Mesmerized by the image of your arousal soaking him. He doesn’t even care he just seems to want more and more of you. Low groans leaving him every time you flutter around his twitching head and make a bigger mess.

“God, you’re so wet f’me. So needy for my cock, you should be ashamed,” he scolds playfully, his smirk widening at your gasp.

You know you should actually scold him and you totally plan on it to. Mouth gaping at him like you’re really trying. But he just doesn’t give you the chance. On the next roll of his hips he catches his tip against your entrance, silencing you instantly.

After one more gloating chuckle your bf pushes you down and you go sinking onto his cock, letting out a pretty mewl as he stretches you to your limits. His cock splitting you open till you can’t even think. You’re a puddle by the time he bottoms out, your core squeezing him so tight like you never want him to leave.

“Baby— nngh— yes. Your pussy is being so good, sucking my cock in like she’s missed it. Show me how much, ride me hard,” he demands again and you’re in no state of mind to refuse.

The two of you work in total sync, starting at a frantic pace as you ride his cock like it’s been days since you’ve last got a taste instead of the hours it’s been. Meanwhile your boyfriend stays true to his workout, his hips thrusting out and plunging into your depths.

Your bf is entranced by the sight of you, completely lost in your pleasure. Head rolling back, your fucking perfect tits jiggling with the force of each thrust. His eyes trail down to where your bodies meet and his cock instantly jolts at the obscene way your fat cunt stretches around his giant cock. It’s a miracle you’re able to take him.

As your sweet pussy throbs and flutters around his girth he groans, his claws tightening around the soft rolls of your hips. His hips then move on their own, picking up pace and ramming his hard pulsing dick as deep inside your core as he can go, swirling you around his length and rearranging your guts.

Your loud shrieks of pleasure fuel him to fuck up into even harder, barely giving you a moment to adjust to each new sensation. You try and lift up to take a moment to breathe but he growls and slams you back down on his shaft, making you scream.

“Ah ah ah, don’t run from my cock. You’ve been droolin’ for it so be the good slut I know you are and take it.”

His hips are a blur as they pound into your messy cunt. Obscene noises fill the room with every snap of his hips, the loud squelch of your bodies meeting only sends you closer to your peak. It only takes one brush of his finger over your clit and your orgasm crashes into you.

Your bf groans at the feeling of you clamping down on his cock and suddenly he’s shooting spurt after spurt of hot cum straight into your needy womb. Grinding his length as deep inside you he works you through it till you both sag on the mats in total exhaustion.

His hands caress your back, smirking as aftershocks wrack through your spent form. He grabs handfuls of you, loving how you fill out his big hands and he drags you closer to him.

“What a workout, huh?” He asks with a big sigh, feeling very pleased with himself for getting you so fucked out.

The room stills and your bf fails to stifle his laughter, which only grows as you soon join him. Your happy and sated laughter rings between you both and at this moment you swear there’s nothing better than living with your bf.

[minihotdog]

I can just imagine the cod boys beefing up on deployment. They’re already big but they come home after 8 months or so and they’ve nearly doubled in muscle mass, a little fat to go with it.

You’re frothing at the mouth when your man comes walking through the door. His usual uniform top clinging for life around his biceps. The fabric struggling to stretch around his body. His pants molded to his thighs.

After months of him being touch starved, nearly nutting at the thought of simply holding you, he gets all the affection and then some when you can’t keep your hands off of him.

He drops his bags down and you just start going off about how big he’s gotten, groping his giant pecs, running your hands all over him.

Eventually he has to start prying your hands off of him because you cannot help yourself.