#the massive size difference was irresistable

[zarla-s]

i've been a fan of pokemon since the games first came out and it's *these two* that finally got me to draw the actual canon characters, which is probably the opposite of a surprise if you know me

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[decayedgloria]

sundress szn

ft. Capitano, Dottore, Columbina, and Arlecchino

Summer’s finally come, so you decide to wear something that fit the occasion- much to your lover’s excitement.

Tags: First 4 harbingers x afab!reader (minus Pierro and Pulcinella), nsfw under cut, established relationships, Capitano may be ooc bc we have nothing on this man lmao, mdni

Word count: ~2.2K, not proofread

Capitano

Capitano was ever the hard worker. If he wasn’t in his office at Zapolyarny Palace, then he was off fighting in the name of the Tsaritsa, far away from your home in Snezhnaya. Naturally, you miss him dearly- and clearly he had observed how you seem to linger around him more often when he’s around, or how much more clingy and desperate you’ve become in bed. Arranging for a short trip to Natlan, his home nation, you had hoped to reclaim the time you lost with your husband.

The climate in Natlan was drastically different from Snezhnaya. It was warm all year round, and this time it happened to be particularly hotter than any other season. You had packed clothes accordingly, though it was hard as weather like that never shows itself in the coldest nation in Teyvat. Though there was one piece you purchased that caught your attention, and you knew for sure your husband would absolutely love it on you.

Capitano sat on the edge of the bed, patiently waiting for you to get ready. His hands found themselves fiddling with the hem of the loose linen shirt he donned, which appeared to be tight on his massive, defined body, though he did not mind. He was proud of his physique, even more so at the fact you seemed almost obsessed with his broad shoulders and muscled arms. Chuckling to himself, Capitano finds it hard to resist you, his little wife.

“Dear, are you ready? We have the whole day ahead of us.” Capitano called out. You shuffled around in the bathroom, putting on the final touches of your makeup and making sure everything is in place before you emerge. Immediately, his eyes were on you- more specifically, the garment that you had chosen to wear. It was a sundress, of course. It was sheer, but not so much that it didn’t cover anything. It was perfect for the hot weather, especially its length, or lack thereof. Barely reaching over your ass, in fact.

Somewhat shyly, you give a little twirl in front of your husband. “Do you think this outfit is okay? I wasn’t sure it was my size so…” He had foregone his mask for the day, which gave away to his surprised face, blushing and staring as if he was hungry.

“You look amazing, my dear.” As you turn back to face Capitano, you were suddenly greeted with your husband’s chest. Leaning down, he places his large hands on your hips, giving them a light squeeze that illicited a giggle from you. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, taking in your tantalizing scent and grinning as you pull him closer towards you. 

“Irresistible, in fact. I think this is just the right size for you.” His voice was low, almost muffled as he placed light kisses on your skin. You sigh, running your fingers through his long hair, traveling lower onto his chest and then feeling the familiar shape beginning to form in your husband’s pants. You almost laughed when Capitano groaned at your touch, who unconsciously moved closer to you to relieve himself some.

“I thought we had plans for today?” Your honeyed voice only added to his increasingly needy gestures. He couldn’t help but let his hands roam across your body, touching and squeezing at your curves through the dress. Your small stature, so soft against his, in a dress that accentuated everything he loved about you…

Well, he did say that you both had the whole day, so why not spare a few more hours together?

Dottore

As his lovely lab assistant and partner, Dottore decided to bring you along with him to an expedition in Sumeru to collect some sample for his latest research endeavor. At first, you were hesitant and a bit confused as to why he didn’t just send one of his clones or subordinates to go fetch it instead, but he had insisted that the sample was of “utmost importance” and that only he would be able to verify its integrity, whatever that meant.

So that’s how you found yourself in the sweltering desert heat, sitting in a tent that barely blocked out the sun. Your sweat had drenched your clothing since the early morning, so a change of attire was in order. As you sift through your belongings, you groaned as you realized you’d only been packed clothes that the Fatui deemed “suitable” for Snezhnayan summers- that is, clothes that were still too thick to wear. 

You sigh as your eyes scan the room for another solution, stopping at the shopping bag you had left on your desk. The little free time you had before entering the desert was spent shopping around Port Ormos, in which you had purchased a dress you thought was cute. You weren’t expecting to wear it so soon, but it wasn’t like you had much of a choice…

Dottore worked on his paperwork, writing his report in a different tent from your shared one. Engrossed in his research, he barely noticed your presence enter the tent, nor did he notice the dress that barely clung onto your body. He hummed in response to your greeting, hearing you shuffle around and do the tasks you were assigned. 

It just so happens that the moment Dottore looks up happens to be the same moment you bend over to pick up some books on the floor, much to his wide-eyed pleasure. Your behind was deliciously accentuated in the new garment you wore, barely peeking out of the dress. In a flash, Dottore’s focus was taken away from the papers in his hands and instead was aimed at you, his cute little lab assistant.

With not much noise he rose, making his way over to you in silence as you gather all the books in your hands. You hadn’t noticed your lover’s presence until you feel a firm grip on your hips, suddenly knocking you against Dottore’s familiar legs. You let out something in between a gasp and a sigh as you crane your neck to look at him, slightly embarrassed as you felt his growing erection rub your ass.

“Now, you know I’m a busy man, darling.” Dottore’s husky voice sent a shiver down your spine. “So what’s with the distraction?”

“Look, it’s how outside and this is the only thing I can wear-“ A moan escaped your throat as you felt a sharp smack land on the plush of your behind. He smirked, shushing you as he pressed you closer against him. His hands grew erratic as they clawed at your dress, almost ripping it apart while he touch any and every port of your soft skin.

“A punishment is in order, don’t you think?”

Columbina

You sighed as you walked through the Palace greenhouse, on what seemed like your tenth lap of the day. Columbina had promised to meet you there after meeting with the Tsaritsa, but it had been hours- surely, a meeting wouldn’t take that long would it? 

You gaze dejectedly at the lily flowers by your side, blooming in spite of the coolness outside. The greenhouse felt like summer all year round, allowing for plants like the one you had in your hands to bloom effortlessly every year. It was quite impressive, such a large structure protecting plants from all over Teyvat from Snezhnaya’s cold. 

Given that, it really wouldn’t make sense to wear your normal Fatui uniform here, so you opted for a dress that you hadn’t worn in ages, and clearly it showed: the dress was a little tighter on you than you had remembered, accounting for the muscles you had gained while training, and it certainly was too short to comfortably move in, but the humidity of the room left you little to no choice. 

Your mind was somewhere else when you feel a hand snake around your waist from behind, relaxing when you catch a glimpse of magenta strands from the corner of your eye. Columbina made herself comfortable holding you so, nuzzling into your neck. Her quiet, melodic hums filled the air as you turned to look at your lover, a smile blooming on your face.

“What took you so long, love?” You gently tucked a strand of her long hair behind her ear, admiring her beauty. She chuckled, pleasant and light, before burying herself into you once more. 

“The meeting is still going,” she purred, her hands now barely grazing your hips and waist. You blush as you realize what she’s doing, glancing around to make sure there weren’t any idle soldiers or officers. “it was too dreadful. Sneaking out to see my lovely wife was much more important than some trivial talk of war tactics.” Oblivious to your growing panic, Columbina pulls you closer as she moves her lips against your own, smiling gently.

It didn’t take long for the kiss to turn passionate, with gentle pecks now turning into harsh smacks as your tongues worked against each other. With each kiss, your hands clawed at Columbina’s clothes, shredding off layers as her hands tug at your hair. 

Haphazardly, you both managed to find a nearby bench to continue your liaison on more comfortably. As you breathe heavily through your swollen lips, Columbina places herself over you, smiling as she dips down for a kiss one more time.

Arlecchino

Ever since Arlecchino was dispatched to Fontaine by the Tsaritsa, her mind was utterly consumed by you. Not that it normally wasn’t, thoughts of you always permeated her brain one way or another, but at least in Snezhnaya she was able to have you physically there to meet her demands- wether it was an affectionate cuddle or something more intimate, your presence was always just a call away.

However, ever since landing in Fontaine, Arlecchino’s thoughts only consisted of two things: the mission at hand, and you. How she missed the way you would saunter up to her, tease her in a way nobody else would dare, and how your legs would stay quiver and shake around her cheeks every time her tongue explored inside you-

Ah, she was getting carried away again. Arlecchino groaned internally at the paperwork that was placed in front of her, glaring as if it were an enemy. Well, in her mind, anything that kept you away from her was considered an enemy to an extent…

A knock on her office door snapped her out of her thoughts. Sighing, Arlecchino commanded them to come in, placing her chin on her palm, bored as ever. Her face must have conveyed some sort of annoyance as the poor fatui agent that came in visibly shivered a little, lowering their head as they said their greetings.

“What is it?”

“There’s a letter from Senzhnaya, my lady.” She did not miss the quiver in their voice, “It’s from Lady (Y/N).” As the agent reached out to give her the envelope, Arlecchino all but snatched it from their hands, all of her attention now devoted to the piece of paper in front of her.

“Leave.” Her voice left no room for reply, with the agent thankfully getting the hint and scurrying away. Once the heavy doors of her office closed, her ruby eyes inspected the envelope intently, taking in every detail that you may have left her. Just as quickly as she snatched the letter, she opened it, revealing its contents: a neatly folded letter, and what looked like a thin sheet wrapped with something.

She wasted no time in unfolding the letter, taking a note of the way the package smelled just like you- sweet, almost sickening. Her lips curled into a grin as she read the words that danced across the page, her heart leaping at all the praise and sweet nothings you seemed to litter across the paragraphs that you had written. How much you missed her, and yearned for her; all of it made Arlecchino’s head dizzy with pride and delight.

She was too absorbed in reading and rereading your letter that she had forgotten about the other item that you had delivered. Tilting her head, she gathered the thing in her hands gently, taking off the wrapping to reveal a picture taken with a camera- a picture of you, clad in what Arlecchino could only describe as barely a dress. A sheer fabric that did little to conceal your cleavage or your thighs as you pose, somewhat scantily, in a move she was sure was made in order to highlight your curves.

Arlecchino’s fingers subconsciously gripped the photo tighter, a shot of warmth suddenly coursing through her body. She sighed heavily, pink dusting her sheeks as she felt the familiar sensation of aching in between her legs. Tentatively, she took off her gloves and slowly travelled her fingers to the zipper of her pants, breathing growing ragged as she frantically tried to relieve whatever spell you had cast on her.

What a tease.

A/N: here it is! writing this lowkey killed me :,) but i really hope yall liked it. its not full on smut (i dont trust myself to write those with the harbingers just yet for fear of mischaracterization) but its what i can manage. really, im just testing out the waters.

can you guys tell i have a favorite? lol. itll have to be split into two parts since its long enough.

[hwajin]

★༉‧₊˚✧ — 𝖇𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 003. — 𝐒𝐄𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐍 | 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: smut

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: monster!changbin x fem!implied chubby!reader

𝖘𝖞𝖓𝖔𝖕𝖘𝖎𝖘: dangerous maybe, though you liked the adrenaline. his body fearsome, far too much for a human like you — and yet irresistible, enticing.

𝖜𝖈: 2.6k

𝖈𝖜: mature themes that could disturb some readers, huge cock changbin 😔, massive bulge kink, size kink, breeding kink if you squint??, oral (m receiving), messy sex, semi rough sex, unprotected sex, cumming inside, creampie, mentions of a LOT of sperm (inside reader), slight manhandling, idk if you can call it "cocktraining" but themes of struggling to fit a dick, sex that irl would kill a person probably but it's hot in this fic

— series masterlist

You hadn’t expected to encounter him during your walk in the woods. You hadn’t expected for him to talk to you, at that. It’s not like he didn’t look human – and yet not entirely worldly, either, somehow different. You hadn’t quite expected him to be nice. He was cocky and witty, yet nice. Didn’t bare danger. You hadn’t expected seeing him in the woods anew and anew and anew, your walks soon turning into meetings, purposefully seeking him – because there was something about him you needed.

He didn’t look like a monster. Not like you’d imagine a monster to look like, anyways. He was big, much bigger than you, and buff, far too much to be simply human. His skin wasn’t quite green, nor grey – he simply carried a hint of colour beneath one you’d call human, purple maybe, or sage; you weren’t quite sure. His hands were big, one of his fitting more than two of yours, easily. His eyes had been the first thing you’d noticed – they were no colour you’d ever encountered a person to have. Deepest purple, turning into sage closer to the pupil. He didn’t have claws or a tail or ears – he was big, simply, with canines, and eyes unnatural.

And you kept coming back to the woods for him. He was big, his strength uncanny – he had once picked you up when you twisted your ankle, and the easiness he did it with sent you into orbit; no other man much picked you up, let alone with such ease.

You enjoyed the way he looked at you – curious, hungrily. A predator watching his prey, though you knew yourself in safety with him, trusted enough that if he ate humans, he would have had killed you by now already. And yet his eyes carried hunger, lingered on you longer than you deemed it fit.

His size kept bringing you back to the woods, the way his body looked, so different from what you were familiar with, so new. His size was the reason you kept seeing him, and it was his size you gasped at now – sitting in between his thighs, knees against green softened grass, his cock free from it’s confines, hard and wet before you. The same colour as the rest of his body, tip a deep purple, leaking white precum – you salivated at the sight.

His tip alone was too much for you to take. Your hands on his legs as your mouth explored him slowly, curiously, tongue swirling around his slit, drawing lines down his base, following the thick veins along his shaft. Your lips wrapped around his balls, licking and sucking to your liking, a hand of yours fondling the other one – you watched his breath quicken steadily, though he yet sat composed and unbothered; he must be used to rougher sex, with partners his species, his size and level.

Your tongue wandered up his length again, seductively, dragging out his pleasure, taking your time – getting used to him. Lips wrapping around his tip, head bobbing softly, keeping steady rhythm, not letting him out of your gaze. His eyes lay on you, dark and hooded, waiting for more yet not urging you on, not even going as much as laying a hand on you – he wanted you to take him by yourself, without his support entirely. Wanted to see you struggle around his cock, wanted your mouth stuffed full of him without his helping hand, urged on simply by your neediness. He wanted to see you wanting him, be desperate for him, struggle around him. So you continued, hands on his thighs and nails clawing into him, mouth wrapped around him snugly. You went further inch by inch, getting used to his length and then adding some, mouth already full of him yet having barely taken half of him – you were struggling, surely.

Five minutes and another five, ten more and your knees started growing sore, your jaw hanging slack at this point. You were a mess, if anything – spit covering your mouth and chin, drool spilling where your lips and Changbin’s cock connected, dripping down your chest in thick spurts, in white and translucent liquids. You’d grown impatient, hadn’t been able to take him fully after all – you were gagging around him, barely half of his length filling your mouth, your hands making work on the rest unable to fit. You had grown wetter when your hands had wrapped around the base of his cock – two of your palms could barely reach around his girth, both his length and thickness eliciting sounds of desire from you, whines and whimpers that sent vibrations down his cock; he inched closer and closer to lose himself, eventually. Your head bobbing him up and down feverishly, your hands keeping the same rhythm, your hips grinding against nothing, pussy dripping and aching to be filled. The forest was filled with sounds of utter sin – Changbin started groaning, sounds emitting from deep inside his throat, sending shivers along your arched spine. Your movements quickened with every of his grunt, your hands squeezing him raw, your reddened lips sucking in to grant him pleasure. He would buck his hips occasionally, losing control, getting lost in the pleasure you gifted him – his tip down your throat, bruising you from within making you gag around his leaking cock, wettened by your spit, his precum. His hands finally thirsted to touch you, after all – couldn’t not, when you looked at him with eyes so contradicting to your ministrations, big and doe-like, pleading. Your hair was a mess around you and he bunched it up into his fist, guiding your head along him – not forcefully, yet only giving you the illusion to be in control.

You were spent, knees digging into softened soil, your cunt urging for some contact, anything – you were sensitive, worked up enough to finish at most minimal attention, yet you weren’t granted such. Kept bucking into nothingness, kept moaning and mewling in hopes of making Changbin understand; understand that you needed him to fuck you, that you wanted to take him all, feel him within your tummy. Understand that you didn’t care if it was humanly possible or not – you needed him, needed his cock buried inside you, bruising your cervix, needed his thick fingers against your clit, stimulating until you were a brainless mess, until he needed to take you out of the woods and home himself.

And maybe he could read minds. With a grunt Changbin leaned down and pulled you up – with so much ease you mewled out, finally siting on his lap, erect cock between your torsos. Now that your stomach was lined up with his full length you doubted it was possible to take him fully, after all – his tip reached just above your naval, no matter your desire, no matter your urge to be stuffed full of him you had second thoughts now; maybe you’ve overestimated yourself.

Changbin’s hand wrapped around his erection, collecting the wetness your mouth had left and jerking himself a couple times – his eyes lay on your figure, watching you watch him with lips parted, drool and spit and precum all over you, and eyes doubled in size. The hunger within them drove the creature to insanity – you were corrupted, utterly twisted to be wanting him, to be needing and pleading for him. And he loved every bit of it.

“Want me to fuck you that bad, huh? I can see the way you’re looking at my cock, need it right here, yeah?”

He pointed his tip to your tummy, nudging himself against your skin, eliciting sloppy sounds – your back arched into him, eager, greedy. You nodded frantically, and he loved it, humiliation oozing past his throat – no more than a bitch in heat, and Changbin relished in the sight.

He leaned back, hand detaching from his girth, elbows against the armrest behind him. His smirk cocky, his eyes glistening – he had an idea, and your hips bucked against him at the sheer thought of it.

“Make yourself take me. If you manage, I’ll fuck you the way you want me to… real nice and good. How’s that sound?”

His voice sultry, lulling you into him, into the temptation. A look at him, meeting his eye, gaze lowering to inspect his tip, his shaft, his base – you barely deemed it possible, though you were too desperate to care, too pathetic not to try.

You shifted in his lap, inching closer to his torso, palms finding the steadiness of his shoulders. He didn’t even buck, didn’t move in his place whatsoever – as if there wasn’t a person sitting on him at all, as if he didn’t feel you on him altogether. You shifted and struggled, lifted yourself up a bit to align your slit with his tip, struggled some more – and he merely watched, hands backed away, smug grin sitting on his face; he nothing but enjoyed the show, fed his ego with your trying, with your need.

Your entrance was aligned with him now, your thighs hovering above his, your legs already straining – you ignored the pain, had to if you wanted your reward. You were dripping, wetting his erection as you gave a few experimental swipes against his tip, back and forth and back again – your eyes shooting him a quick glance which he returned, and you sunk down on him eventually. His tip wasn’t fully in, and the stretch was burning already, prodding at your walls, filling up your insides. You whimpered – the burn carried pain, though you enjoyed it, wanted more of it. You went slowly, similar to when you used your mouth on him – you took time to get used to an inch, took another a minute later. Though you grew impatient. The way he was looking at you throughout the process, eyes hunger-filled and lust-grazed, not reassuring nor helping – simply watching as though inspecting a meal served to him on a silver platter. Eyes darting into yours, or lingering where your bodies met, collided; you grew impatient and sunk down too hastily, whining out in pain, grinding against him in pleasure. You were greedy, always wanting more. Bouncing shortly on the part of his cock you could take, fucking yourself on him with shut eyes and nails digging into his skin, watch him enjoy the stimulation as well, momentarily trying to take more of him, to get fuller of him, to sink onto him entirely. And you did inch by inch, and your wetness made it easy for you. You were gushing, practically, waters around him, trickling down your thighs, towards his base. It pooled at his core, wettened his skin, messed up his pubes – Changbin was as much a mess as you, though he contained it far better.

He was about half-way into you now – you were panting, begging in a mantra, for what you were unsure. Changbin’s chest was sheeted in sweat, beads glistening against his deep skin, pooling in the creases his muscles created, dripped down his body for you to watch, mesmerized. Everything about him, everything about current circumstances made you thirst for him further – your legs were burning though you never halted, bouncing up and down, taking another inch, bouncing again. Even half his length was more than what you normally were used to, mind already fogged up, body fucked out. And you were close. Fingers circling against your clit frantically, unable to contain the urge, the desire for more pleasure overwhelming, simply. You cried and begged his name, fucking yourself onto him, hips bucking in a rhythm messy and uncoordinated – you had lost all control of your body by now, the feeling of his cock and your pending orgasm having taken over your senses entirely. You thought only him, felt only his body, saw and scented nothing but sex, in its very form.

And you came around him in spasms, muscles contracting and body trembling, legs daring to give out – and then Changbin held you up, two big hands around your waist, and his hips bucked into you. He made you take him entirely, all at once – you cried out, eyes closing hard enough to draw stars behind your lids, your fingers clinging onto his body, your own overstimulated to a maximum. He didn’t give you time to calm down after your orgasm, nor did he grant you a minute to adjust; he had taken control now, having teetered at the edge of carnal desire, of animalistic hunger for the past hour now. He needed you, entirely.

Your moans of pleasure echoed through the forest, any possible hitchhiker or wanderer easily hearing you – and Changbin with you. He didn’t necessarily try to hide his own sounds, grunts and groans of satisfaction. They sounded deep in your ear, sent vibrations through the entirety of your body, making the small hairs in your nape stand up straight. You arched into him, into the pleasure, into the pain – his touch was rough on you, yet you knew he was still holding back a certain amount, to not cause serious damage.

And still he was cocky. Maybe his very caution, the very fact he needed to control himself to a content, the fact you looked so utterly filthy in his hold without him fucking you to the extent he knew he could – it caused his hips to fasten, his body to sweat, his palms to warm up against the sensitivity of your skin. You were so fragile in his hold, so weak in comparison to him; he pistoled into you, skin slapping against skin, slick trickling down your bodies, out of your abused hole. And his eyes were fixated on your stomach – with every of his thrusts his tip was visible inside of you, protruding beneath the stretch of your skin. Delicious if anything, your body welcoming his so gladly, so unquestionably. You wrapped around him snuggly, your walls clamping down on him whenever he moved, eager, despite having cum not a minute ago. You kept wanting more, kept begging, kept pleading – Changbin grew light-headed.

His hips quicker, his cock within you further; his hand made it’s way to the bulge he created, palming your tummy, forcing himself even deeper inside you.

“Taking me so well, look at that- fuckk.”

The additional stimulation from outside got Changbin’s hips stuttering, bucking into you in lost rhythm, his sounds now in a higher pitch. His hand pressed further onto you, making you feel tighter around him, his thumb wandering down to stay at your clit – he needn’t to move his finger much, the way you grinded against him, pathetic body atop greedy one made it work, even if messily. You were close now, not having calmed down after the first orgasm yet nearing the second one. Your hips frantic, your throat spilling sounds you would be embarrassed about under different circumstances – yet you let them materialize freely now, with no hesitation, with absence of any shame. Changbin’s hips quickened further, struggling to keep steadiness, losing his rhythm entirely – and then you clenched around him, your nails dragging along his skin, daring to draw blood, your lips called out his name; and he spilled into you. The pit of your stomach snapping, cumming with a chocked sob, feeling his seed within you, thick, warm; a lot. You looked down your middle; his cock was yet buried inside you, releasing last drops of his orgasm – it was spilling out of you already, pearly white cum making a mess of your bodies, and he wasn’t yet finished, filling and filling you with more of his load. Your belly rounded, your tummy growing with every ounce of his cum – your hips bucked against him at the sight, a whiny moan leaving the pits of your throat. The sound ripped through Changbin’s ears, and only then he pulled out – white semen oozing out of you, gushing past your lips and pooling at his thighs. A chuckle from him, another whimper from you; two of his fingers scooped up his release trickling out of you, pushing his digits in, trapping his orgasm within you, not letting your belly shrink back.

“Be a good girl, keep it all inside for me.”

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[mechformers]

Could i request reader with daddy issues calling tonowari daddy by accident during sexy time?

I have no idea if this is anything close to what you were thinking of when you asked, and if it's not, I'm so sorry. You never specified a human/avatar/na'vi reader, so this just kind of landed on human lol Hope that's alright!

1008 words Tonowari x Human!Reader Content warning: Daddy kink (daddy issues? this gave me daddy issues XD), size difference, Na'vi x human, p in v, belly bulge, steamy nonsense with absolutely no plot whatsoever, fucked dumb (- both of them lol) not spell checked - we die like mansk here...

The lewd sounds coming from your cunt as he buried himself deeper still, would cling to his memories in the quietest of moments for years to come. Your slick, your evident excitement just from being with him, makes the slide irresistibly smooth as he bottoms out once more. Your tight insides quiver around his size, the hot walls all but strangling him as he holds still. Releasing a hot breath over the top of your head, he’s helpless to keep his massive body from pressing deeper into you. 

“P-please…” You beg of him, your lips, red and swollen where he’s kissed you to within an inch of your life. 

Pulling ever so slowly out of you allows for a ragged breath to be drawn before he sheaths himself within your scorching heat once more. His arms are trembling from keeping the full mass of his weight off of you, his ribcage feeling two sizes too small as he clenches every muscle in his body to hold himself back. Looking down between his elbows, your pink, sweaty face stares up at him, head bent backward on the woven mats. It shouldn’t be pretty the way you’re sweaty and blotched, but the sight sends a current through his body which results in an aborted thrust that still moves the entirety of your body up with the force behind it. 

“Ph-pl-se,” Your lips part once more, clumsily begging him for something he has yet to understand. 

Tears are falling from your beautiful eyes, the clear drops glittering in the low light of the setting sun. Not even the prettiest of pearls could compare to the sight, as it burns itself to his memories, joining a series of other wonders. Pulling out again, Tonowari watches intently as your small eyebrows knit together in displeasure. At what, he does not know, but until you tell him to stop, he will take what you freely give and he will give what you will willingly accept from him. 

“D-daddy, please,” You gasp, your voice raw, as just the tip remains inside of your burning cunt. 

Sheathing himself fully inside of you, Tonowari is unable to hold back the powerful thrust that reaches the end of your tight heat, only to push you further up between his elbows. Small arms cling desperately to his chest as your legs spread impossibly wide to accommodate the sudden width of him as he collapses on top of your small form. His head is spinning, his lungs refusing to pull much-needed air into his lungs as he holds as still as he can. From below, your small nails claw at his chest, while you mewl. 

“M-more daddy,” You somehow manage to push out and despite himself, he’s once more unable to stop his hips from thrusting into you, as if there’s still a chance he’s missing a tiny crook inside of you to bury himself in. 

“Little one,” Tonowari manages, his voice strained as his head swims, making him unfocused. 

“N-no,” Your desperation reaches a level that concerns him while he tries to move off of you. 

Instead, you cling to him tighter than before. Your weak arms wrap around his neck while your legs desperately cling to his waist, somehow managing to lock behind him. It’s an awkwardly stretched position you’re in, but you get your point across clear as day. Hushing you, Tonowari holds a hand to your bottom as he sits back up, taking you with him to sit in his lap. Looking down at you, you’re nothing but a toy as your arms loosen from around his neck. Gravity makes you sink further down on his cock, the obscene bulge pressing on your stomach as your tired body leans back. 

“Mh good, Daddy,” You mumble as your small body reaches for him, falling against his chest all boneless and fucked out. 

“Y/n?” Tonowari tries and to his utter surprise, your head actually turns to him as a soft smile crosses your lips. “Still good?”

Inside of your cunt, he can feel his cock twitching at his seemingly new title. There’s definitely something loaded behind it, but as of right now, sheath deep within your welcoming, tight heat, he couldn’t care less. You begged for him with everything that you were... How irresponsible would he be to deny you any longer? 

Thrusting up into the tight heat, the squelching sound of your slick making room for his cock, filled your kelku. There was no doubt in his mind, while he repeated the motion as you mewled babbles of “daddy" and "more”, that the people outside could hear your slick walls while he rearranged them. Tonowari would make sure that there was a permanent shape of his cock inside of you, one that you would never be able to erase. 

“Harder, Daddy,” Your small hands reach for his face and right then, right there, with your face looking so beautifully debauched - he lost all composure.

Holding you up by your middle, he moves you along his cock, watching as it bulges your stomach each time he bottoms out. He’s hitting something tight and spongy, bruising past it to reach the end of your passage, and with each passing, your cunt tightens deliciously until suddenly, your soft body grows taught in his hold. 

“I-I’m gonna - D-daddy!” And with your eyes wide open, staring into his, your cunt spasms hard around his cock, milking him with such force he’s helpless to resist your siren's call. 

With one final press, he buries himself sheath deep within your wet heat as he floods you with his blessings. There’s so much to unpack after this, but for the moment, all he can do is cling to your small body as he breathes heavily. His mind is still swimming deliciously, blank as a clear drop of water where only the reflection of you shines back at him. Kissing your forehead softly, he cups the back of your head as he holds you against his wildly beating heart. 

“Daddy… huh?” He hums, feeling your huffed chuckle against his sweaty skin. 

Masterpost - (under construction)

[onyourhyuck]

Paint Me Naked. | H.RJ

— Prologue: “Paint Me Naked, Huang Renjun.”

— Summary: You’re stuck doing body paint with Huang Renjun and it leads to something more than getting your body painted.

— Genre: SMUT MINORS DNI. Relationship Established. Body painting. Painter!huangrenjun trope. I love painter Renjun sm. lots of dirty talk. Cum play(?) mention of teasing and Renjun has a massive size kink and bulging kink.

— Notes: I am in my Renjun smut fic era fr.

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You weren’t sure how you ended up on top of Renjun while he was down on his back flatly laying there. He happened to slip earlier and as he slipped on the slippery flooring he took you down with him and now you’re both covered in paint as much as possible.

You and Renjun were planning to do some body painting anywhere but not like this. Your bodies are so close together you can’t remember the time when you were this up close, heck you and Renjun barely even know each other.

But you cannot lie. There is an undeniable amount of attraction between you and him.

Renjun watches your face turn into shock when a wave of consciousness strikes back bringing you to reality to now realise that you’re on top of him. With your white tank top stained with red and purple paint dripping on it. Dots of yellow and blue. You had a gentle streak of green on your left cheek because when you fell Renjun’s paint brush so happens to have touched your face when it fell out of his hand later on.

All the painter could do was watch you momentarily through the connecting eye contact your eyes made and he tried so hard not to look down at your revealing cleavage that is literally right there; and he cannot control his eye sight not to stare into your breasts. Because after all the urge was stronger than his willpower.

He thought you might be doing this on purpose, messing about and purposely fell on top of him like this.

But the shocked expression on your face told him otherwise that this might be a mild accident and it just so happened to yourself.

“Oh god — I’m so sorry Renjun.” You announce finally. Your voice has a underlying purpose of feeling completely stunned and off guard. You sit up now letting your weight becoming off the other painter. Renjun could finally sense an ability to breathe again.

It’s not like he could breathe when you were so close on top of him. It was difficult to even control where his eyes landed!

You stand up once again this time looking at your own clothes. They were stained everywhere from all sorts of different colouring paints you and Renjun got. Now they are all spilled on the black plastic surface you covered the flooring with because you know how painting goes; it gets messy real quick.

As you look over Renjun finally sits up slowly and you could see his Adam apples finally release the tension. It seems like you being on top of him shocked him quite a lot and he swallows thickly. God you looked kind of irresistible for a moment, to him, he never once thought you being on top would make him so flustered beyond belief.

“Babes,” you slowly call him out seeing he was kind of quiet, actually way too quiet, usually he would’ve said something to you by now. It looks like he’s in a deep trancing thought.

He looks up when you call out his name like as if you were a siren leading him to become alert when you call him out.

You turn your body fully towards him as you keep the distance between you mild but soon you drop your shirt off and revealing yourself in a bra only. Renjun’s eyes widen and he feels his adam’s apple go and tense up again like he lost the battle to speak again. But this time his deep voice does come out, rather poorly.

“Y/n oh my god put your shirt back on.” Renjun remarks back off guard by your boldness. He looks away to the side as he covers the sight of you with his palm stretching out to block you.

You had an idea. An idea that could probably get you both in trouble if your boss comes and sees you both not working on the next client. But you can’t help but find yourself wanting to do this.

To try body painting on yourself.

“Paint Me Naked, Huang Renjun.” You tell him as if it’s a demand. As if it’s a demand from an customer.

He couldn’t believe if you were serious for a moment because if you weren’t this joke wasn’t going anywhere on the funny side of the world. He looks again at your face trying to avoid looking at your breasts that were so tempting to stare at — you were really making this difficult.

“You want me to paint you naked, Y/n?” He repeats after you finding this situation to be very confusing and you look at him nodding directly. You were so serious.

You trail looking at your clothes. “My outfit is ruined by the paint. We don’t have a client until later on. So why don’t you just paint my body while naked?”

He grumbles trying to think of a protest against your ideas and actions but he found himself pulling away his hands and facing you now properly.

He sighs. “Fine but only until our next client comes.” You nod in response understanding your sense of work duty with him and coming forward. Renjun gives you moment to sit somewhere on the prop items where you would pick a lounging couch to be suitable to your own position and somehow Renjun wasn’t surprised when you laid down.

It was not a question but you were indeed beautiful like this and when the time came off for you to strip off your bra Renjun thickly swallows as he watches your breasts perk up at the coldness of the room. He could sense the way your body hitch with goosebumps and you didn’t let it bother you too much; you were distracted with the way Renjun was actually staring down at your chest. Like it’s his first time seeing breasts before.

You find it mildly amusing. “Hello? My eyes are up here babes.” You let out as a soft joke to hit the boy with a hint that you need him to start body painting. Renjun clears his voice as he trails. “I’ve not painted anyone naked before.” He adds. “Yet.”

You sheepishly made a smirk on your face as you saw him becoming easily distracted by this and you know how much it must be crazy for him right now. Body painting doesn’t involve clients getting full on naked. Usually they keep the bra and the panties on. But you’re here in front of him with your breasts out looking so perfect, it’s killing him not to get a hard one between his legs now.

He grows red on his face quickly when he saw the painting dripping down on your cleavage and then your nipples covered by the red paint. He found it to be somehow very arousing; it’s the way the colour compliments your soft skin. You’re shining as if you were a greek statue. And he loves how your body rolls were shaped. He could wish to be squeezed by them and your curvy silhouette.

The paint was cold, surprisingly, it was slightly thick but awfully cold compared to your scorching body temperature of your body. You holt at every inch the paint brush slowly brushes on your skin letting the body paint cover your figure. And you tried to not make it seem obvious how cold it was.

But Renjun saw right through you. “Is it cold Y/n?” He asked with a wide smirk as he saw you look down as he asked you. “A little. I never thought paint was that cold.”

“It’s definitely contrasting how hot you look right now,” The man with the tone split hair told you in a very low octave tone as he was pressing his hands on your chest. The palms were covered with the paint and he let his hand prints out of paint stick on your breasts as he gently squeezed it. And it sends shockwaves in your body waving in sudden pleasure from the squish. “Renjun!” You yelp letting your eyes widen.

He couldn’t help it and he lets your breasts go. “What? You can’t expect me not want to grab onto them when they’re out in the open like that.” Renjun groans slightly.

He was very turned on by you and it’s all your fault.

I mean his girlfriend is literally laying on the couch half naked and they’re letting him paint their body like this in the open — what’s not to get hard about this?

Renjun just can’t believe you’re asking him to do this. He’s still very much surprised. You both are usually professional at your workplace. You don’t even act like boyfriend-girlfriend when you work because you don’t want the boss to complain; but now you’re being yourself with him. You’re being his girlfriend. And you know damn well he can’t act like this in during work.

You saw that your boyfriend was definitely tempted and he was going through a conflict between being professional and staying that way or being your boyfriend and ending up pleasuring you. So you could only urge him and tease him, knowing you were torturing him.

“You know,” you say singing in your sweet lingering voice that makes his ears stand up and run to you every time. “You could… do something a little more than just body paint me.”

“Are you asking me to fuck you?” Renjun said in disbelief but he saw the way your smile was there and he cannot help but say screw it.

“Fuck it.”

Renjun stands up taking off the hoodie and throwing it across the workplace room. He takes off the pants and crawls over to the lounging chair which you let out a string giggles because you now saw how eager your boyfriend drops the professionalism act and finally got over to you pulling your body closer in kissing you deeply. Letting his dexterous tongue exploring your mouth letting the savouring pleasure and taste of you on his mouth last longer. You brush your fingers through the two toned long hair tugging on his locks at the back.

You want to say to him it took you long enough. You just love the way he works his hands on your body it’s like he’s so good with them, you’d guess being a body painter it makes sense why he’s so good at touching you all round like you’re a worshipping holy grimoire relic that should be held in such high regards. He treats you like you’re a queen and it’s what makes you feel so loved from Renjun when he’s being like this.

Kissing your shoulders down and then meeting your breasts he pulls them out with his teeth. Your nipples were erected from the slightest of perks he pulls on your skin and the breasts were covered with the body paint still. Some were smudged off because he will be brushing his face on them.

You were soon pulled across to his lap as he sat up on the lounging chair. You were already groaning for him to take you because you were desperate for the pleasure now. You really need him now. But Renjun wants to play with you some more before that can happen.

Tracing those kisses on your shoulder you found your fingers taking a deep home in his beautiful thick hair. And then a sudden grope to your ass with his dainty long hands grab making you sigh into the air.

He leaves kisses down to your cleavage smelling the body paint on your skin like it’s your scented perfume. And then you find yourself letting out a high pitch yelp hitching on the middle of your throat when your boyfriend spanks your right ass cheek.

You groan. “What was that for?”

Renjun smirks against your nape. Pulling the face away from your body to look up at you. “That’s for not being able to control yourself when we are at work.”

You let your eyes roll over at him. “Oh please… I think you’re enjoying this a lot more than I.”

He grins at your words. Maybe he is. But he doesn’t need to have you know that he was enjoying you acting out a lot more today at your workplace shared. And now he pulls you down where the spilled paint was on the floor he lets your bodies cover in them and you let out hushed sighs at the coldness of the paints running on your skin. Somehow you loved how hot your boyfriend’s body was compared to the running paint that’s on his skin and your skin staining it so beautifully.

He’s not just fucking you now. He’s creating art with you. With your body and with his creative artistic mind.

You just couldn’t take it anymore the lacking of his cock was driving you absolutely mad and he didn’t even need to have an answer for you, he simply brushes the tip of his cock inside your bare pussy and let’s you take his shape slowly. It was his eyes that casually relax at the size of your tiny self taking in his large cock but the curves on your body and the thickness of his thighs covering his waist entirely drove his mind into a relapse of overload pleasure.

He likes that you’re so tiny on the inside but on the outside you have the most perfect curves. You were perfection and crafted with absolutely the best materials the world can offer because you’re the only woman that can make his heart flutter so wide and open.

He truly could wish to recreate more art with you. Because you’re art itself. His muse. His everything that inspires him and now you’re inspiring him with the pleasure factor your body has done to him. His cock feels so warm and he couldn’t put this to words of how much he’s missed this feeling being inside you so deep.

Your eyes fell down into a half lidded state. You were so overjoyed with pleasure that Renjun rams into your hips pushing your skin to skin to start slapping one another. The room echos in your noises you let out. It feels like a musical awakening from your own imagination. The mix between the way your boyfriend dug the fingernails on your skin across like you were a blank canvas. Or the way his tongue creates circles on your skin as if you were a building he was working on creating.

You were everything he could ever dream to ask.

“You know, next time we should have sex in the clay workshop.” Your voice pants out. You could just imagine how much you’d be turned on. Renjun found you so shameless right now but he didn’t disagree with the idea.

He chuckles against your mouth ghosting over it. “ Maybe next time we will get caught.” He teased and you whine at the idea.

“Maybe they shouldn’t interrupt loving couples who are having a loving moment.”

Your lips press against Renjun’s mouth once more pulling him into a sensual dream. Your kisses felt like a blissful touch he couldn’t resist. The skin slapping continues and so does Renjun dragging his hand over your stomach loving the bulge his dick deep inside you created. It feels like a mountain is moving within and inside you and it only pushed him on through the edge.

You whine as you feel his throbbing cock itch and itch more and more which shows he is so close and now you hurriedly tug on his arms pulling his attention to be on you again.

“Cum on me.” You said with an urge. “Paint me naked, Huang Renjun.”

It’s the way you said it with such passion that leaves Renjun instantly pulling out of your body positioning you on the floor where he then leans his perfect shots on your beautiful stretching stomach. You couldn’t help but fall in love with how warm his bodily liquid feels. It feels so much better than the body paint.

You weakly hum against your boyfriend as he was panting out those heaven ascending groans. You swore you loved seeing him bite down on his bottom lips when he was wanking his cock to paint you white with his remaining cum threatening to release.

He hears you remark sweetly but you were so devious. “You should really paint my body more.”

Your boyfriend raised his eyebrows up at you leaning closer as he looks down at your eyes and then to your rosey lips. “Oh yeah? I think I can do a second round?”

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[omies-odd-writing-spot]

Lifeboat 12: SQUASH?!

“What did you want me to see if I could get seeds out of again?” Lana asked as she looked around inside of the newly placed crate.

Sesa looked up from working on the lid of the crate. Thinking about the question, the woman looked over at another crate set on a chair. There were a few crates that had been set around Sesa for sorting supplies. “Oh the vine berries. I got some from the store. It's a sweet-savory fruit. I think it's a fruit?”

The giant woman looked at another crate and poked at the wrapped things. Careful not to tear the paper as it had updated news. The lid to the crate was set aside, so Sesa could use both hands, opening a few containers and then set one beside where she was working on making a second doorway for Lana in the crate lid. Unwrapping and happy to see nothing broke, or oozed. 

“I like the savory berries, but I've never got one to sprout, just rot in the ground.” Sesa set the container down on the big table, then smoothed the paper out. Scanning for anything interesting in the news, but smiled at seeing a recipe, trying not to laugh at the text of, ‘Nutty pie! So good even Bitta will move into your home!’

“Do you like nuts?” Sesa blinked and looked up, spotting Lana sitting on the edge of the crate and kicking her legs. Sesa realized she needed to make some sort of stairs for the Bitta.

“Yes, well, nuts I'm used to. I thought I saw what looked like chestnut trees on the way here.” Lana tilted her head, unable to help thinking of a big nutshell about the size of her. Everything was so weirdly big in this place!

Sesa looked around and picked something up from in the massive pots that Lana had yet to really see inside of yet. The giant woman was alarmingly fast, but thankfully Sesa had learned to slow down around Lana. She was holding something tan and brown between two fingers and once more, Lana felt her inner thoughts grind to a halt. Staring at something she almost recognized, but the scale was… off.

“That looks like an acorn.” Lana blurted, “That's… the size of the jars.”

The nut inside was likely the side of her head. The nut had to be a few pounds at least as Lana rattled the shell to listen to the nut inside. Maybe five pounds? Did it have more tannins being so big? Or was what was in a normal nut all stretched out? 

Was that possible?

Lana’s brain was getting so much bafflement, she wondered how much more she would keep having. The young woman found herself grateful that Sesa was so patent with her and did not leave her in that giant's city. With how the ‘peaceful’ dinos all seemed to want to eat Lana too, she was not sure what animals would show up in a city.

“Not a…chestnut?” Sesa's voice asked, jarring Lana back to reality. So looked up, then down at the acorn, and shook her head. “Oh… not good then?”

“Nuu, this is still good,” Lana paused, making a face at her own confused words, “Wait. I mean, yes, good thing. Do you have more? Or different types of tree nuts?”

“I have a few nuts I've collected,” Sesa admitted, puzzled but was smiling a bit at Lana’s fascination. “I can dig them out once we finish getting you set up.”

The bigger woman grinned at the clear, tiny, pout. Sesa wanted to reach out, put her project down and cup her hands around Lana. It was almost an irresistible urge, the want to do, but Sesa took a breath and made herself not. She finished the cut into the wood, and hummed before setting the lid upright how it would sit in the crate. Just on the table. “Is this a good enough size door? Can you walk through?”

Lana looked down at the nut, carefully set it down before the Bitta hopped down. Sesa would definitely need to make some sort of steps for her. Not a lot, maybe just a few like four or five wide steps. Sesa should have something even like that around. She had not used up all the materials to make the Bitta home models. Not at all.

The giant woman felt awkward at the thought of her hobby and now had a real live Bitta here. Again. 

She focused back on track, watching as Lana came over and peeking through the opening. Sesa smiled watching Lana ease through, hands carefully touching the sides. “Needs to be fixed. I need to make it a bit taller, and wider. unless you want it narrow?”

“A little wider would be nice,” Lana looked up, eyeing the new door frame above her. “It should be tall enough though.”

“Almost,” Sesa dared to carefully touch a fingertip to Lana's leg, “The lip of the crate was most of the way up you shin when you were sitting on it. The door isn't big enough. Hop up in the crate so I can measure better?”

Lana looked back and forth, considering before she understood. “Oh! I get it, it's like a foot and change up...will be.”

A foot?

Sesa grinned as she looked at the, maybe inch or so space. Suddenly getting an interesting idea, was an inch a foot for the Bitta? Once Lana was safely inside the crate, Sesa lifted the lid and set it against the spot it would be on, the door space did shrink about a third of the space.

“...yeah, I see, not big enough to be comfortable.” Lana's voice called from inside, and Sesa chuckled.

The giant woman reached for her pencil, holding the lid with her right hand. Starting to make a better opening as Lana popped out. Leaning out to see what was going on, tracking the movement of the pencil. “How's that?” 

“I think? Is the knot going to be okay halfway through?” Lana pointed at something just to her right.

Sesa leaned down to look, where there was a slight color difference. “It should be alright, but I can cut the other way instead to avoid the spot. Or you can have a window?”

The giggle that came at once had Sesa smiling down at Lana. The Bitta extracted herself to go inside the crate and look around. “Maybe windows would be nice. Not sure where yet.” 

“We can always add some later,” Sesa assured as she lifted the lid, finding that Lana was sitting on the floor of the crate. “It might not be much to start with, but if you want more of a bed I think a few of the little… ‘Models’ of Bitta houses might have something inside. I still want to smooth that little cooker thing out.”

“I did kind of like the two levels,” Lana assured, “Unless it's a safety thing?”

“It is, that chip has to stay in a sand buffer, just like mine. Don't want your new home here to catch fire.” Sesa said, moving the lid and using a carving knife to make the door the right size. “My house is made of thick stone, but I really like this table. My grandfather made it when he made the house.”

“Safety first,” Lana smiled, for now happy to sit on her spot and watch Sesa world. “Nothing wrong with that. Can I ask some more things?”

“I don't mind.” Sesa said, smiling as she worked. Not wanting to admit how much she was enjoying the morning talking with the Bitta. Someone that was not demanding Sesa do something for them, but looking up at the bigger woman with weary hope. 

Sesa paused her carving for a moment, as it really sank in that this tiny person was going to be dependent on her. Mostly depending on her, for more than protection. The woman wanted Lana to be as set up as possible. Turning back to her task as the Bitta asked.

“What are we going to do for a door?” Lana asked, still peaceful in her spot. 

Sesa paused, realizing that was a good question. Doors were good things. “It’s not very impressive for now, but I did get a lot of the fabric scraps from the weavers. Maybe we can use a piece of that until I can make a hinge small enough.”

“That could work.” The bitta tilted her head, remembering how stiff some fabrics from the other day was, mostly Sesa’s vest. “Better than nothing, ya?”

“Yeah,” Sesa echoed, looking at some of the things on the table. Glanced down at what she had done before adding as she lifted the lid. “Here, let's try this.”

The lid was fitted back into place, and there was a happy sound from inside the crate. “Much better!” 

Sesa could not help smiling as the giant watched when Lana came back to the door, being careful of the edges still but there was a good space between her on all sides now. “Yes it is, I’ll sand the edges down for you too.”

“Thank you,” Lana backed up reflexively as the lid of the crate was moved and pulled off. She paused once sitting down at the edge of the crate, “And… um, Thank you Sesa.”

“For what?”

Lana looked up, finding golden eyes back on her, “For helping me, even if I was… am, scared. For not putting me in like a pet tank, or leaving me somewhere. Thank you for saving me from the dinosaurs that wanted to eat me.”

Sesa’s neutral, concentrating expression softened. Getting that more pleased, or happy look like when they were cooking together. “You’re welcome, but I couldn’t leave you. That dosen’t seem… right. You’ve been… are a person. Just….very oddly- erm.”

“Tiny?” Lana snorted softly, hopping down to the ground, tabletop. Walking around the crate lid to where Sesa hand set the containers of ‘vine berries.’ pausing as a large hand stopped just short of her, as if Sesa was moving on reflex but stopped herself.

Lana considered, then took a few steps over to pat the back of Sesa’s hand. 

Hearing the rumble back, “Very small. But you’re very cute.”

Lana flushed a bit, looking away and walked to the equivalent of berry containers, only, well. Crate sized…

Exactly like those big crates at fall of pumpkins at the stores because it was full of pumpkins! 

Vine berry.

Lana rested her hand on the edges of the container, leaning over it a bit. It felt like wood, but was thin enough to bend, yet thick enough that it almost looked expexive to Lana. not like particle board, but… it was one piece? Paper? paper -ish? Wait, Lana thought as she picked up a white pumpkin up off the stack in the container. Remembering some little boxes like this at a farmer’s market but with strawberries.

She felt a bit dizzy again as another facet of the size scale hit Lana, standing beside a giant’s berry container. That was a pumpkin. Whites and what Lana recognized as being marbled green and orange, a seed pumpkin?

How much stuff filtered over to this world?

Definitely not plastics as far as Lana could tell, but she turned the pumpkin around in her hands. She knocked her knuckles on it, hearring the hollow sound, and then tested the skin. Rine really. Definitely ripe and ready. 

“We can definitely grow some pumpkins.” Lana smiled, paused and then brightened up turning to see a surprised and happy Sesa. “OH! Hey, I just thought of something Sesa!”

The giant blinked, expression turning confused as she paused and had what looked like sandpaper in hand. Watching the human run back to the crate. Pumpkin set on the side of the crate, not completely forgotten but set aside. Lana had climbed up and was rummaging through her lifeboat, and her backpack left inside. 

“...what did you remember?” Sesa guessed, watching in some amusement as the Bitta pulled over a decently sized bag for her back by the vine berry. Plopping down to start pulling things out. A change of clothes and an assortment of other little things Sesa could not tell what they were. 

“Okay, you know how I told you I set up gardens and stuff to make money on the side?” Lana asked, pulling a thick bag out, envelope really but nice and protecting the smaller little clear bags, as well as some paper bags. It took a second for Sesa to realize there were patterns on the paper as well as miniscule writing.

The giant woman leaned over, folding her arms on the table and had to get close to try and see the details. The words seemed gibberish to Sesa, but she controlled her breathing and focused on the little bits, and saw the tiniest of little pictures of plants. Fruit? “...you have seeds with you?”

“Yeah,” Lana smiled, taking a few deep breaths with the giant woman’s head so close. She was fine, it was okay. “Including some pumpkins! I have the big ones, sugar pie, even some blues. Not to mention I have several other squashes. Some veggies and flowers too. Even have some strawberries! A lot… My Auntie’s wanted a lot of those.”

The bitta paused, tilting her head and picked something out that she had been hoarding while on the lifeboat. A packet of dehydrated fruit from a friend. “I might have some more too, I almost forgot I have some stuff that might sprout too.”

“All the things,” Sesa said softly, before moving back and straightening her back, smiling, “At least you can have some familiar things growing?”

“Is it safe to grow things outside for me?” Lana wondered, not really able to see outside well. Or just out the window of Sesa's cabin from where she was. “With the dinosaur lizard things?”

“... good point.” Sesa eyed her pots, and then shrugged, “We can find something inside for you, I was told the vine berries… pumpkin? Need to grow inside anyways.” 

“Do you have any more containers like that?” Lana asked, pointing to the container with the pumpkins.

“I do, some older ones too I haven't done anything with. Oh and the pots the miniature trees are in.” Sesa looked over to her right to point at the pots, “I do need to get those repotted, and the garden birds into something. They've probably laid a bunch of eggs and need water. Let's at least get you something to sleep on, Lana, and some basic supplies if you want to cook. Get the garden birds somewhere safe after. Maybe they're an animal you can use?”

“Maybe?” Lana paused, thinking about the mention of eggs. Could it be chickens? 

That seemed a little too good to be true.

“What do they eat?”

“...you know I'm not sure, I know they like the scraps of the cooking gourds. I normally let them go in one of the protected garden plots. They seem to eat bugs that try for those plants.” Sesa was shifting back and stretched again working a stiff muscle out. She was moving to look for something, paused and sighed. “I left it in the shed. I'll be back, Lana.”

“Okay?” Lana answered, puzzled as the only shed she was aware of was back at the cove. Then realized that she really did not have an idea of what it looked like outside other than having seen a barn-like building to the… east of the house’s main window. 

At least the left of the window when facing it. 

Lana almost asked to go with Sesa as she was getting boots on. Then changed her mind, not wanting to see the even bigger world outside right now. She gave a nervous giggle, and after getting glanced at blurted out, “Watch out for monsters?” 

Sesa grinned, “Don't worry, I can kill any monsters Lana. And if for some reason I can't, I'll get John to come down from his cabin.”

Sesa pointed to her bed still in the living space, and the fur blanket on it. “He hunted and made that for me after all.”

“That's one creature?” Lana squeaked. 

“Maybe two,” Sesa considered, “he had to use something to even it out.”

“I don't think I want to see what that came from. Or meet it.”

“You won't,” Sesa promised as she got up, “Not alive anyways. John keeps them away. I'll be right back.”

Lana waved, not sure if Sesa saw it, but that was okay. It was notably quieter with the giant gone as the door opened and closed, but not too much so. She could still hear whatever animals outside, and those chitters again. Lana walked over the table top, until coming to the ‘pots’ that held the trees. She could not see what was inside them, did not sound like a chicken but did sound like a bird of some sort.

Backing up, Lana tried to see what the tree was, it seemed like a plum, or cherry? 

“What is this place?” Lana wondered aloud, glancing around, not meaning her current… residence? The cabin was more like…several malls put together? At least cabin fever might not be that bad. Hopefully.

Hearing the distant footsteps coming back some fifteen minutes later, Lana looked up from where she had come back to. Currently setting all the pumpkins out in neat rows away from where all the work was going on. At least away from Sesa’s work area. The main door opened, the giant woman had what looked like a tray in one hand with a few assorted things on it. 

Definitely a different shed somewhere closer then the one at the cove.

“Welcome back?” Lana called, and got a smile back. “Goodies?”

“Goodies? Oh, heh, that’s cute. Yes, goodies.” Sesa was still smiling as she got her boots off again, paused as if considering something. “I need to find my other shoes. Might be in the storage room.”

Sesa came over, hesitated before getting to the table and made herself take a breath. Lana tilted her head but understood as the giant woman slowed her steps the last few paces before sitting down. That was kind, Lana realized, willing to come over as the tray was set down and the crate lid moved to the side. It was a few feet tall at least, the edges that was, and when Lana found it came up to her middle and peered in. 

There were some more of those bent wood containers, Sesa had grabbed them and they just looked a bit dry or dusty. There were also a few small her-sized things, like a table! A bench, and a few more things that were carved from wood and… and…

Well.

There was a boxy like room thing, and a car sized squash fruit.

Not like pickup size, but the size of a small compact car. ‘Just’ small car sized. It likely could fit on a flatbed truck?

Like the massive world record pumpkins, only it put those to shame and even held its shape. It looked like scallop squash, but was colored dark green with dark orange stripes and spots freckled over it.

Lana could fit in it!

“This is an eating gourd!” Sesa said cheerfully, then was leaning over to look at the vine barries. As if comparing again the difference between the two. Or what was alike?

Lana did not want to sit in the giant pumpkin... Well, no, there was still that intrusive thought to want to be a godsdamns fiery and sit in a hollowed out giant pumpkin. “What’s it taste like?” 

Sesa laughed at the confused question, “Tasty? Better with seasonings.”

“You could make so many pies, and soup and everything with that.” Lana wondered aloud. Paused, and then she climb over the edge of the tray and came closer. Almost running into a solid seeming table before getting distracted by that.

“....You can make pie out of gourds?!” Sesa demanded leaning back, startled. She looked around, even up at the recipe books she had, then to that paper with the nut pie recipe. “No one told me that! Why didn’t anyone tell me that?”

The demand was not aimed at Lana but the Bitta giggled as she looked up at the almost offended expression on the giant.

“...how do you make it?”

“Well,” Lana thought, remembering the days spent with her family cooking. “You have sugar, the squash, I saw a bunch of seasonings. Something has to be alike to what’s needed. Do you have milk or cream?”

“I’m about to, when the cows give birth.” Sesa brightened up. “I also froze some last fall!”

“Do you have a pie crust recipe?”

“I found one in my grandmother’s books I use!”

“Do you have edible eggs?” Lana asked, tilting her head.

Sesa stared out the window, blinked slowly before brightening up. “I don’t yet. But I’ve been meaning to trade a neighbor for egg layers!”

Lana giggled again, “Well, we can make some pie then when we have everything. Depending on that milk. You might like some whipped cream on top too!”

“....What now? That sounds odd…is it good? Whipped cream?”

“Very good, more so if you make it a little sweet.” “Sweet cream… like fancy tea in town? It can be whipped?”

[avatarrecom]

Day 15: Size difference

Pairing: Poly!recoms x Human!reader (can be read as character x reader)

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: Trying to get the other prompts out asap. Also, I'm curious, do you guys think my kinktober headcanons fit the Recoms? Or not? or would you change certain things about how I write them? And what do you guys think of my characterization?

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🌍 Recom Miles Quaritch The difference in size between you and him can drive him crazy. You're so small compared to him, completely covered when he hugs you. Your fingers barely wrap around his thumb. His shirt looks like a dress on you. You're his adorable little one. He holds you close, making love to you from behind. His size may be a challenge, but you'll handle it, won't you? He can't even put into words how his shape fills you up, creating a bulge in your belly. He's giving it to you so well, guiding your hand to feel his presence inside you. "Feel that, baby? That's me deep inside you. You're doing so good, taking me so well. Are you proud of yourself? Because I am. You're so lost in pleasure right now, aren't you? What if we have a child together? I bet your belly would look even more beautiful with our little one inside." Don't worry, he won't harm you. He'll take care of you, dressing you in his shirt. Panties and bras? Who needs them? His shirt is enough for someone as cute as you. There's no need to hide your private parts because they all belong to him.

😈 Recom Lyle Wainfleet Lyle secretly revels in the contrast between your sizes. When he holds you close, he can't help but notice how petite you are compared to him. While he may appear to be affectionately caressing your stomach, he's actually mentally measuring how deeply he can penetrate you. However, he's mindful of not causing any unintentional harm, so he allows you to set the pace. Despite all the preparation he's done beforehand, your tightness still surprises him, causing him to tightly grip the bed sheets as he witnesses your efforts to accommodate him. The sensation of your walls gripping him sends shivers down his spine, testing his self-control. As he observes you whimper whenever you accidentally push too far, he experiences a mix of nervousness and intense arousal. The gentle contractions of your inner walls make him tremble as he struggles to maintain composure. But when he sees that small smile grace your lips and the pride gleaming in your eyes as you finally take him in completely, he finds you irresistibly adorable. He softly praises your accomplishment, urging you to relax and let him take charge.

🍬 Recom Z-dog I’m pretty sure that when she’s fingering you, her fingers feel like a thin, but long human sized cock. So her size kink isn’t exactly fixated on that, but more on how she has to get on her knees to kiss you or you have to climb on something to reach her lips. Loves how she can pin your hands with one hand and barely any effort. She also loves how she can pin your entire body with hers. If you’re being a brat and you pissed her off, she definitely picks you up and holds you under her arm like a football while she storms back to her room to fuck the brat outta you.

🥽 Recom Walker Same as Z-dog. But she also loves to pin you against the wall, slot her thick thigh between your legs and with her knee against the wall, she slides her leg up until you’re literally sitting on her thigh and you’re face to face with her so she can kiss you.

😎 Recom Mansk He's a massive guy, and he can't help but notice how small you are compared to him. It's like you're fragile and delicate in his arms, and it drives him crazy. Your hands can barely wrap around his impressive size, and it's a sight to behold. Because of the difference in size, he feels this overwhelming need to protect you, to shield you from anything that might harm you. And he absolutely loves it. But don't be fooled, because as soon as he knows you want him to take control, he'll do it without hesitation. Thankfully, he'll make sure you're ready for it, because otherwise, it would be a real challenge to handle all of him. And even with all the preparation, it's still an incredibly intense experience that leaves you in tears after just half of him. But he'll be there, whispering the sweetest words of encouragement, reminding you how well you're doing and urging you to keep going. Once he's fully inside you, he'll make sure that you can't think of anything else but him and his cock. It's a mind-blowing experience that will leave you completely captivated by him.

🧯 Recom Prager He only discovered his size kink when you entered his life. The stark contrast between your tiny frame and his larger stature excites both of you. Behind closed doors, however, he takes advantage of this size difference. His strength, combined with his significant size advantage, turns you both on. He effortlessly pins your wrists above your head with one hand, or holds your waist with both hands, his fingers barely touching due to your small size. Initially, he worried about hurting you during sex, given his girthy and large cock. But you reassured him, and he cautiously entered your petite boy. The sight of his length slowly entering you drove him wild. You were amazed at how clearly you could see him inside you, with each thrust causing a visible bulge. Your first time together was shocking, but now that you're deep into your relationship, he ensures that you feel every sensation. His tip hits your cervix, and the veins on his shaft press against your velvety walls. Despite the roughness of the sex, he excels at providing aftercare.

⚕️ Recom Ja He's not necessarily into size, but once he knows it turns you on, get ready. He's not only well-endowed, but also tall, and it really boosts his ego when you kneel before him and he towers over you. He'll use your eagerness to convince you to take more than you think you can handle. He loves watching you wrap your lips around him and try to take as much as you can in your mouth. "Hmm, not quite enough. Keep going, you can go deeper. If you do a good job, maybe I'll fuck you later." It really turns him on when your eyes water from trying to deepthroat him, so he starts thrusting into your mouth until you paw at his legs, desperate for air. You're drooling and flushed when he pulls back and wipes his thumb across your pink, swollen lips from trying to give him the best blowjob possible. By the time he flips you onto your stomach, you're mindlessly begging for him to completely ravage you, and he's more than happy to oblige.

🧢 Recom Brown He loves to praise and guide you as you take him inside you, even if you're initially hesitant about his size. Most of the time, you're on top of him and he'll hold onto your hips possessively, leading you down onto him. Despite his sweet words, he won't give you a break and will make sure you take all of him if he has to. When you're a trembling mess, he'll gently rub circles on your hip bones with his thumbs while you try to adjust to him. "You look amazing, Love. Look how well you're handling me. How does it feel to be so full?" He takes his time, starting off slow because he wants you to feel every inch of him entering you, driving you crazy. He'll make you lift your hips until he almost slips out, only to push you back down and make you feel that sensation of being filled over and over again. Only when you start moaning his name in pure pleasure, he'll pin you down and finally take you like you've been begging him to do.

📿 Recom Lopez Loves to surprise you with his size, making you struggle to accommodate him and squirm from the sudden stretch. Even when tears threaten to spill, he pushes you further, ignoring your pleas to slow down. He gets off on your desperation, especially when you sob about his size. "Weren't you just drooling over how big I am? Now you want me to stop? You're not going to be a good little human and take it? What a shame..." He acts like he's going to leave you hanging, but you quickly claim that you can handle it. He has you begging for his cock again in seconds because you secretly enjoy the burn. His dirty talk becomes even filthier. If you try to stop him by pressing your hands against his chest, he pins your wrists above your head and fucks you mercilessly.

⛓️ Recom Fike  When you start complimenting him on his size, he'll be surprised to learn about the size kink. After getting over his initial embarrassment, he'll demand that you tell him how much you love his cock. Shower him with praise about how good and big he feels, and let him know that he's the biggest you've ever had. In return, he'll reward you with relentless thrusts that make you moan into the mattress. He'll even start leaking pre-cum when you agree with him, but you'll still beg him to slow down a bit because he's too big, too deep, too fast. However, you won't want to let go of his cock, so he'll keep going, pushing even deeper than before. Let him know that you're going to cum soon and that his cock is the only one that makes you feel this good and full. He'll want to imprint the feeling of his dick inside your memories as he fucks you until you scream his name.

[freesia-writes]

I haven't watched TBB yet but I've been spoiled but not as much. I'm also not gonna be able to watch S3 yet because I need to finish TCW, but I have been so so so so so very massively in love with Wrecker ;///////;. I gave up rushing so I'm gonna just gonne binge on all the fluffy Wrecker fics for Happy Hearts Month ♥.

May I please have a Wrecker x Reader fic where:

Reader and Wrecker were supposed to meet either for a date or something and Reader is late so Wrecker ate what he was supposed to give to Reader because idk maybe he's anxious or worried? It can be cookies, cupcakes, chocolates, a cake — anything sweet.

And maybe Reader did the same? Ate what she was supposed to give Wrecker and when they met they just both realize they did the same thing cause there'd be crumbs or something and sjdlaksjdlkajdlkajdakljdalkd.

Just over all feel good wholesomeness. I don't mind any flirting or slight nsfw, but bear hugs and all over kisses from Wrecker would b suuuuuuperrrrrrrrr adorbs!

Maybe a second date vibe?

Only if you can, pretty please and thank you ♥. Sorry if it's too much!

I can't wait for you to get to enjoy the series! I kinda took this in a sliiiiightly different direction for funsies. ;) Dividers by @stars-n-spice from this post here!

Wrecker x GN Reader

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The air in the bustling corridors of the base buzzed with anticipation as you hurried toward your meeting spot with Wrecker. Your heart raced with excitement, eager to spend time with the big-hearted clone who had captured your attention. You’d spent extra time getting ready, wanting to make a good impression, as it was still only your second date. It had been a surprising few weeks that you’d been able to be stationed on the same base, catching little conversations with him when his squad was on site for a few days before being shipped off again, and the romance had blossomed immediately. 

You’d been so shocked and delighted at his willingness to pursue something, having assumed he’d make excuses or find it entirely unattainable for someone in his position. But your first date had been so simple, so sweet… You were blown away and entirely infatuated from then on, and you had to wait another few weeks for Clone Force 99 to return. 

So when you were finally able to greet him with a beaming smile, immediately finding yourself wrapped in his unmatched, delightfully warm hug upon his return, you’d made plans immediately for a second date, excited for the convenient upcoming holiday that celebrated love and romance in all its forms. 

Rounding the corner, you spotted Wrecker standing there, a hopeful look in his eyes. He looked so dapper, you thought you would burst with joy. He’d found some basic cargo pants and was still wearing his black shirt, but he’d added some kind of sport coat that looked two sizes too small, yet gave him an adorably debonair appearance. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, and you quickened your pace, eager to close the distance between you. 

But as you approached, you couldn't help but notice the guilty expression on Wrecker's face, immediately sending you into a spiral of overthinking.  Confusion flickered across your features as you came to a stop in front of him.

"Hi!” you said, trying to be nonchalant. But his reaction evoked the true question out of you. “What… Erm… Something wrong?" you asked, your brow furrowing in concern.

Wrecker's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he shuffled awkwardly on his feet. "Uh, well, you see... I had a real special treat for you… Something I found at a food cart outside the base. It was so fancy…" he admitted sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. You smiled at his irresistible charm.

“Well what’s wrong with that?” you said playfully, gently grazing a hand up and down the outside of his arm. 

“I ate it,” he blurted, slowly lifting his eye to yours with an expression of shame and a touch of mischief.

Your eyes widened in surprise. "You ate it?" you repeated, your tone a mixture of amusement and disbelief.

"Yeah, I, uh, got nervous and... it looked really good," Wrecker confessed, his cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red.

A laugh bubbled up from your lips as you reached out to gently pat Wrecker's arm. "It's okay, Wrecker. I'm sure whatever it was, it was delicious," you reassured him with a warm smile. “And that’s kind of adorable,” you confessed, blushing yourself as his jaw dropped and his eyebrows rose. “Besides, dinner with you IS the treat,” you snickered.

Wrecker's expression brightened at your understanding, his heart swelling with gratitude. "Thanks... You're the best," he said earnestly.

With a shared chuckle, you fell into step beside each other, the awkwardness of the moment melting away in the warmth of your easy camaraderie. As you walked, you couldn't help but sneak glances at Wrecker, marveling at the way his eyes sparkled with life and his smile lit up the room.

Before long, you found yourselves at a quaint little café nestled in a corner of the nearby town, the scent of freshly baked pastries wafting through the air. Wrecker held the door open for you with a gallant flourish, a proud grin on his face as he ushered you inside. As you settled into a cozy booth by the window, your cheeks almost hurt from smiling when he squeezed onto the cushy bench seat beside you instead of sitting across from you.

“This alright?” he asked with a grin. 

“Heck yes,” you quipped, and the way he rested his broad palm on your knee as you considered your menu made your heart skip a beat. So polite, so comforting, so protective… All in a single touch? How did you get so lucky… Conversation flowed freely as you considered your options, ordering a few different things to share between the two of you. 

Hours passed, with a hearty dinner followed by some little bites of dessert and some hot coffees to finish the whole thing off, and you found yourself stuffed, warm, and unbelievably content as you leaned against his side. He’d just finished a detailed description of a mission that had gotten steadily more wild as it went on, and by the end you didn’t even know if it was an entirely true story. But it didn’t matter; you were in heaven and would weasel the truth out of him later if needed. 

You finished with a walk back to the base, taking the long way around and sharing some gum that the restaurant had given you along with your bill. You blew bubbles, snuck gazes at each other side to side, and meandered slowly. The conversation dwindled a little, leaving a comfortable silence that stretched until you reached the door where you would part ways. 

You stopped, slowly turning to face him with a demure look on your face. It felt like a dream that you didn’t want to wake up from, and he opened his arms to invite you into another hug that conjured up every warm, happy moment you’d ever had. A sigh fell from your lips as you leaned into his chest, shifting your bag back over your shoulder as it swung forward to whack him in the hip.

“This was really fun, Wrecker,” you said earnestly, pulling away only a little bit, leaving your arms around his hips.

“It was a blast!” he exclaimed, resting a hand on each of your shoulders. “Can we do it again?”

“Yes please!” you giggled. “Right now?”

“I wish!” He joined you in laughter, gently rubbing up and down the outside of your arms with polite affection. “Tomorrow? We should have some time after exercises.”

“Absolutely.” With another ill-disguised sigh, you started to pull away, slowly turning to take your own path home for the evening. 

“Hey, um…” he called, and you bounded back to face him without a thought to how quickly you moved. 

“Yes?” you asked, unabashedly eager.

“Do you… uh…” He definitely wasn’t looking for any excuse to keep conversing with you. “Do you have a tissue or somethin for my gum? The flavor has been gone for a long time now.”

“Of course,” you laughed, swinging your bag back over your shoulder and rummaging around absently. You felt the corner of a napkin, lost in his puppy-dog eyes, and pulled it as hard as you could… producing… with a flourish… a shower of chocolate crumbs that would have caught anyone’s attention as they scattered in a puff from your hand all over the ground. “Oh! Uhh… That’s… That’s nothing,” you spluttered suddenly.

Wrecker tilted his head, interest piqued now at how quick you were to deflect. 

“Oh?” he said quietly, a little gleam appearing in his eye.

“Here… Here’s your tissue!” you said, flushing bright red.

“Come on,” he insisted, drawing closer and bending down playfully. “What’s the secret of the napkin…” You fumbled for words, shaking the rest of the crumbs out of the napkin and about to begin when he gasped. “Wait! Nooo…”

Did he seriously figure it out? He couldn’t have…

“Did you…” He paused to giggle. “Did you have a snack in here?”

“Maybe…” you said slowly.

“Was it something you were going to bring for me?” 

“Mayyyybe…” you smiled, covering your face with a hand.

“And you ate it?!” The final piece of the puzzle was laid into place in a delightful exclamation, joy brightening his face as your reaction confirmed his guess. “Oh ho ho! How the turn tables… have… Ha!”

“I was too busy getting ready to eat lunch today so I was really hungry and I didn’t think you’d miss it if I never said anything about it and it’s been a long week and my self-control was really--” you dove in, laughing as you tried to explain yourself, but Wrecker waved it all away, bundling you in his arms again for another boisterous hug. He gave you a squeeze, still chuckling, as he gazed down at you fondly.

“Well now I have to take you out for dessert again sometime,” he reasoned. “Also, I think I love you already.”

[megamindsecretlair]

Be My Little Darling - Chapter 2

Chapter 1 Chapter 3

Pairing: Loki x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. Decided to turn this into a series. Let's see if my brain cooperates. There is some unresolved sexual tension! Mentions of private parts. Cursing. Established working relationship.

Summary: Loki is the exclusive owner of the hottest club in New Asgard. Dubbed the Nine Realms, each of the nine rooms represent a different realm. You are his second in command, working the floors and ensuring everyone is having fun. After you dared each other to be semi-exclusive, Loki has taken great pleasure in needling you.

Word Count: 1,658k

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A/N: All mistakes are mine. This is loosely outlined, so I'm hoping to have some angst, some smut, an all around good time. While likes are awesome, please consider commenting and reblogging to support writers!

The Devil was an errant prince that favored the color green. You scowled as you entered the Helheim room. It was as cliche as one could make it. Red and black furniture, shiny floors, swing sets hung from the ceiling, there was a mini stage with scantily clad dancers, a dance floor, and lounge chairs and sofas everywhere. Red strobe lights bounced off of the black brick walls. 

It just so happened to be Loki’s favorite room, go figure. Though you knew he secretly enjoyed the Asgard room more. Everyone did. It reminded them of home. 

You stopped and let your eyes adjust to the room. The night was still young and there weren’t a lot of people there yet. The regulars, drunkards, and dreamers were spread throughout the room talking amongst themselves or vibing to the sinful music. 

You rubbed your eyes. There was a mighty headache brewing, one you didn’t have time for. Your eyes finally landed on the man. He sat in the far back, in the VIP section. His arms were draped across the back of the couch and his legs were crossed. He looked every inch the roguish prince and you wanted to smack his pretty face.

He spotted you looking at him and he grinned. You reluctantly walked closer, your mouth going dry at just the sight of him. 

“Yes?” You asked when you got closer. 

Loki patted the seat next to him and you crossed your arms. It only made him chuckle. 

His eyes perused your body. His eyes dipped low and lower still, taking in your outfit for the day. You didn’t have to dress like the other girls, you just liked playing dress up. And some part of you wanted to look irresistible. It was massively stupid, but you couldn’t help the zing that went through you as Loki looked you over.

You wore ankle high boots, fishnet stockings, a frilly skirt, and a black button up under a black vest. A black rose was pinned to you. You felt every part of his gaze and you shifted from foot to foot. 

“I hear that there was a problem in the kitchen,” he said. 

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from saying the first insult that sprang to mind. “It’s handled.” This was why he summoned you? Last time it was to ask about the temperature in the Jotunheim room. And the time before that, it was to ask about the living mural in the Midgard room. 

You scowled as you thought about all of his interruptions today. The bastard was doing it on purpose. You were about to tell him smooth off when you remembered that two could play that game. You smiled sweetly and sauntered over to him. You sat down sideways a little too close to him.

His eyebrow raised but he didn’t take the obvious bait.

“Tell me what happened,” he said. 

“The stove went out and burned the special of the day. It’s handled,” you said. You leaned your head on your fist and angled your body towards him. You crossed your legs mirroring his pose. Loki tracked it all. He smirked as he brought a glass to his lips and drank. 

“How did you handle it?” 

“Is there a reason you’re micromanaging me? I thought you trusted me.” 

“Maybe I like hearing directly from you how well you’re taking care of my club,” he said.

“There’s nothing that goes on in my club that I don’t know about. Weren’t those your words not too long ago?” 

Loki only grinned and shrugged. You waited but he only looked at you. He wasn’t going to give in. You rolled your eyes. 

“What do you want, Loki? I have work to do before people start showing up,” you said. 

“This is the fourth mishap in the kitchen in about as many days. Does that seem odd to you?” He asked. 

“Accidents happen,” you said and shrugged. “There’s so many moving parts, something is bound to break or crash.” 

“The last time we had a problem with a major appliance was a year ago, when one of the staff members left a towel on the stove. Stupid mistakes happen to anyone. But we’ve had a relatively calm kitchen since then,” he said. 

You bit the inside of your cheek. “So?” 

“You’re smarter than that, Darling,” he said.

You weren’t quite sure what it was about Loki. He got under your skin like no one else could. He could breathe in your direction and it was like igniting a flame under your ass. Your typical patience jumped out of the window whenever he was involved. 

“Maybe you’re looking for issues where there are none,” you said. 

“How well do you know the kitchen staff?” Loki asked. He sipped his drink. The smell of bourbon floated over you. It mixed with his spicy scent. 

“They’re solid. I hired them myself,” you said. 

“You vouch for them?” He asked.

“I vouch for all the people who work here. They’re solid. Where’s this coming from?” 

He shrugged and looked out across the room. It was still pretty empty. The playlist had switched to Sleep Token. The heavy riffs and haunting lyrics transformed the space from a themed room to something more intimate and intriguing. 

“I want you to keep an eye out for me. Something doesn’t feel right,” he said with conviction. 

“You get the gift of foresight somewhere I didn’t know about? You holding out on me?” You asked. 

Loki smiled. “Call it divine intuition. Something I don’t expect you to understand,” he said.

You rolled your eyes. “How could I forget, oh prince of nothing,” you said. 

Loki laughed and placed his glass on the table next to him. He faced you with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “I’ve missed that mouth, my Darling,” he said slowly, with a cocky laugh. 

“I’m not your anything,” you said. You winced and hoped he didn’t catch the note of bitterness in your voice. 

Truly, you weren’t sure what the hell was wrong with you these days. Your temper got shorter with each day that passed. The patrons that came to the club got more annoying with each entitled request. The waiters always had an excuse and you somehow became in charge of balancing their schedule. Add in your siblings and well…maybe you needed a nice, long vacation. 

Loki leaned against the couch the same way you were sitting. He scooted closer until you could smell the bourbon on his breath. He trailed his free hand over your knee and you involuntarily jumped. 

“Jumpy, are we?” He asked. “You know if you’re wound tight, I can help with that. All you need to do is ask nicely,” he said. He leaned his head down and ran his lips over your jaw. Your breath hitched. 

“I’ve been doing just fine.” You were pretty proud that your voice was level and calm. His hand was warm as he placed it fully on your knee and began to slide it up. He reached the hem of your skirt and you rolled your hips forward. If he just went a little higher, he’d reach your panties and you could finally find some relief. 

His hands were partially up your skirt, his slender fingers gripping your thighs with a near desperate vice. But he didn’t move them further. He stopped and just kneaded your thigh while he placed feather light kisses along your jaw, to your ear, and to the sensitive spot under it. 

You sighed. He was intoxicating. You placed your free hand on top of his and pushed. But he remained in place. 

He kissed your ear. “Oh my Darling, you know better. Say the words, beg me to keep going,” he said. His whisper made you shiver. 

“Fuck you, Loki,” you said. This man was really about to have you begging to be finger fucked in the middle of his club where anyone could see. Where the rest of his employees could see. 

While you had no problem with public kinks, you didn’t want to lose the respect of the people you managed. It was a running joke that they thought you two were fucking, but to actually get caught doing it was something you couldn’t abide. 

That realization was like a bucket of ice cold water on your head. You pulled away from him. He groaned and hung his head, sliding down on the couch. He moved his hand and rubbed his chin. 

“Stop overthinking this. Give in and let me give you what you need,” he said.

“You’ll fuck anything that moves. But you’re waiting on some engraved invitation with me. Why do I have to beg or surrender or ask?” 

“You’re not a random itch I want to scratch. If I’m taking you to bed it’s because you want me, not a distraction.”

“Who the hell cares?” You asked. 

Loki gave you a harsh look. His jaw flexed as he clenched his jaw.  

“I want to be told of any more mishaps in the kitchen. Or any other strange thing around the Nine Realms. Understood?” 

You scoffed at his dismissal. You stood up, righted your skirt, and walked out of the Helheim room. Your blood boiled. You cracked your knuckles as you half walked, half ran to the nearest bathroom to clean yourself up. 

You had to get over this pathetic little crush. And the silly bet. You could have any guy you wanted. You need only crook your finger at any guy in this stupid place. All except the one man you really wanted. 

You were willing to start a harmless fling with him and safeguard your heart in the process. If you were just another mark in his book, that was fine. That was Loki. But you didn’t know what the hell he wanted from you and you were done trying to figure it out.

Masterlist | Chapter 1 | Chapter 3

[klutzyroses]

Can i have request about ikemen prince+the three dude with a short and quite fem!mc please?

So this took some time because I don't play IkePri very often so apologies for that! Also, I assume that by "+three" you mean Keith, Gilbert and Silvio? Either way, enjoy!

IkePri HCs: Short, Quiet S/O

How do they react to a reserved and tiny s/o?

Suitors: Yves, Luke, Gilbert, Keith Silvio

Yves

S...she's so....why is she so-why?!

He physically cannot comprehend why she is so petite and so...adorable!

There is nobody who would understand the pains of being the small one, and he always resented how his brothers treated him because of it, but now he understands...

She is criminally darling. Offensively darling. Even more so because she is so reserved and keeps to herself...

And that's why he finds himself often fretting and fussing over her wellbeing and who was around her.

He especially does not want fiends like Clavis and Nokto being anywhere near her sweetness. Lest they corrupt her.

He will very much deem himself responsible for her safety, even if he wouldn't admit it to save his life.

Luke

Wow...that's a really small girl...

Being the massive bear of a man he is, he would think of her as a little teddy to be protected and cuddled.

She is very cute to him, cute enough to eat and he will not hesitate to tell her that point blank, resulting in a flurry of blushes and stunned looks.

When he stands by her, it's very easy to remember that she could easily climb him like a tree if she wanted, and he probably wouldn't even notice. It'd be more likely he could walk freely while she rode his back without issue.

His charms would also increase tenfold, at least in her eyes because she was so sweetly shy and he would love nothing more than to put her at ease.

He will often get her to lay down and just relax far away from her strenuous duties, from anyone who makes her nervous and reserved, and will make her feel as comfortable as possible.

And, if she would like, she could use him as a really...really....really big pillow. With her petite size, she may actually be able to have him pass as a bed...

Gilbert

Ah, what charming little rabbit she is~

The tiny young woman is in for some torment, sorry. He cannot leave her alone.

It's her own fault for being so cute and little. It's not his fault she was so irresistible.

Especially since she is so timid and sweet.

How he loved to intimidate and fluster her, just to see how she would react under his red gaze.

She was intoxicating to watch, her soft cheeks blooming red as the roses of Rhodolite, her gorgeous eyes averting from his crimson one to watch the floor instead.

He finds himself lifting her gaze back to him, caressing her lower lip with a gloved finger as he offers an indulgent smile, greatly enjoying watching the shy maiden squirm.

How he would love to watch that small body of hers squirm under different circumstances...

Keith

Do...women come in such sizes? How old is she...?

He is actually a little taken aback by the slight stature of the woman, especially since he is such a tall man. The height difference was rather uncanny actually...

He is very considerate and polite to her, always offering to get things she could not reach herself, walking at her pace so he didn't leave her behind.

He can't help but feel that she is fragile as well. She looked so tiny, so breakable...Maybe he could-

No, no he musn't think such thoughts...

He can very much relate to her timidity. That makes it so much easier to speak to her actually...if he can get over his own sweet shyness.

He can't help but be so gentle and tender with her, treating her like a porcelain doll. She is such a beautiful, little lady, he fears he could break her if he didn't handle her correctly.

Silvio

Ha! Such a tiny little woman. She looks like a kid.

He would be making so much fun of her, anything he says to her will reference her height. Most would vary from teasing to borderline hurtful.

It really wouldn't help that she is quiet as well. Now he has the excuse to call her a mouse as well. Oh joy.

She only has herself to blame, with that tiny, delicate body of hers, her pretty blushes and pouts, looking so cute and huggable and...

It's not that he thinks she's cute or anything! Nothing like that! It was just amusing to make fun of her...that's all it is!

He will scalp anyone who dares imply otherwise. He has no feelings of endearment for that tiny woman whatsoever...none!

He will deny with all his being and his strength that he imagines walking around with her tucked safely under his cape. sometimes...

🌸

[ultimatedetectivequeen]

Kyoko Investigation Part 2 - OF Class 78 who has the best boobs, including herself!

Lewd topics lie below!

"Not satisfied with just a posterior ranking, hm? Very well, there isn’t really a point to letting all this info just sit here anyway." Kyoko once again opened her folder to prepare for another ranking of her classmates. This time, of their upper assets.

"When it comes to breast size, the least notable are Mukuro and Toko's. That doesn’t stop them from being admirable in their own ways, though. It's also worth noting that Mukuro’s upper chest area is covered in an abundance of freckles and, though it slipped my mind to mention it previously, even more of them can be found spread across her behind." The detective informed.

"Here's where things really start to get competitive. Sayaka, Celeste, and Sakura are all very well-endowed. Out of these three specifically, Sayaka enjoys flaunting her chest the most. On the off chance that you somehow haven't seen her body through various sources of media, you'll know just how jiggly her assets can be by simply seeing her walk around the halls of the school. I'll admit that she's very skilled at strutting her body in a way that makes her seem oblivious to being a show-off. It's nowhere near convincing enough to fool me, though." The lavender-haired girl insisted with a bit of an annoyed expression, quietly muttering "temptress..."

"Conversely, Celeste isn't the type to show off very much... for free. It's quite common for her to bear her chest to anyone she loses a bet to if she doesn't desire to pay them money. And considering just how voluptuous her breasts are, I doubt that she's ever had anyone turn down one of her counter-payments."

"Sakura is known to be a very wise and mindful person. Interestingly enough, this mindfulness doesn't exactly carry over when it comes to keeping her large bosom in check. Whether it's while she's working out or sprinting on the track, it's quite common to see her cleavage slip out of place. And due to how focused she is to perform at her very best, it usually takes a while before she notices."

"Lastly, are the finest of our class. Junko, Hina, and me. Junko is a given, considering just how massive her "despairingly juicy knockers" are. Her words, not mine. And while Hina isn't a model of any kind, I certainly wouldn't blame somebody for mistaking her as one with how perfect those breasts of hers are. They have a certain pudginess that makes them absolutely irresistible." Kyoko explained, biting her lip at the thought of her friend's stunning chest.

"Some may call me self-centered for putting myself in the top three, but I can't help if it's just truly where I belong. Besides..." Kyoko swiftly undoes her tie and zips down her white dress shirt to reveal her bare, breathtaking milkers.

"... I'd be happy to educate anybody who begs to differ~" The busty detective invited with a lustful smirk as she shook her luscious tits enticingly from side to side.

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Kyoko's Tier List

[cutie-cix]

im back 😌can u write the members reaction to u wearing their clothing? since they’re all so tall yk hehe. u can make it nsfw if you’d like! tysm ❣️

Welcome back 😌😌

Oops I’m gonna make almost all of them nsfw cause it’s that kind of night, seunghun’s is pure fluff tho 🥹

Byounggon

Honestly just wants to wrap you in his arms the second he sees you in his hoodie

Literally calls you cute so so so much every other sentence is basically “You’re so cute y/n”

But like it starts to hit him that it’s not just that you’re cute, he’s also turned on

Tries so hard to be subtle about it but his hands start to wander under the hoodie to touch you

Leans in to kiss you sweetly but ends up shoving his tongue down your throat

And oops next thing you know he’s eating you out on the couch

Seunghun

He comes home from a long day of work to find you curled up on the couch in a blanket

He moves the blanket to tuck you in when he finds you in a sweatshirt he left for you the first time he went away after you started dating

The next time he went away, he left the sweatshirt behind for you to wear when you missed him, it was a new tradition

He’s in awe, finding you on the couch in the sweatshirt after a long day of work

He grabs another blanket from his bedroom and puts it over you to keep you warm, and lets you sleep

Lots of kisses when you wake up, you’re so cute when you sleep!!

Yonghee

After a night spent together, he wakes up early to make you breakfast

You wake up & scour his drawers for something to put on

You find a button down shirt and decide to put it on with nothing under it

The second you come out, his eyes are locked on you

He’s so subtle when he’s horny I just know it

You approach him and give him a peck and he’s completely thrown off

“What’s up?” You ask. His hands are glued to your waist as he looks you up and down.

“You’re just… wow. You’re stunning.”

You bite your lip and that’s it— he’s grabbing your hand and dragging you right back into the bedroom

Pins you against the wall for sureee

He’s never this forward with you but something about you wearing a dress shirt of his with nothing underneath is just so irresistible

Jinyoung

loves LOVES the thought of you in his stuff

Hoodies, hats, sweatpants, shirts, anything at all and he’s melting over you

But I feel like his fav is his hats & jackets

Will meet you after work for a lil date and find that you’re in his hat

He’s all possessive of you and his hat, acting as though he’s annoyed

But the way he’s kissing you rough tells a different story

And the second you get home you face the consequences of what happens when you take your boyfriend’s hat 😳

Hyunsuk

You borrow steal a pair of his sweatpants

BOY are you in for it when he gets home and finds you on the couch

We all know his legs are long asf so the pants are massive on you

Ngl, he gets flustered

When you’re in any piece of clothing of his, he automatically loves it, but his favorite sweatpants?? Paired with a cute lil crop top???

His mind goes straight to the gutter… size kink kicks in

“They’re so big on you, baby. You need help getting them off?”

Oops he’s eating you out on the couch 😳

[harvey-guillen]

Just out of interest do you have a problem with the Britney Spears circus album / tour

(It happened before the issues with her mental health / legal limitations I think)

I never engaged with it positively or negatively. She honestly wasn't as in-your-face omnipresent as TS (I was alive then and I didn't see ads about her every 2 min) and there wasn't as much of a meta culture of analyzing social justice implications in that era so it would have been surprising if it WAS something I thought much about then.

Now that I consider it, the nuances are different IMO even given that the conservatorship started the same year the "Circus" album came out. The effects of the conservatorship weren't felt immediately but would amount to exploitative forced labor so the circus reference is so retroactively fitting. Addressing this without that in mind as you asked, her period of highly publicized erratic behavior started before that (2006-2008 per the internet) and generated unprecedented public interest in her perceived behavioral dysfunctionality and public suffering. She and TS do share being papped relentlessly which I agree is a level of scrutiny most people can't take (look at Princess Di who was literally killed by it). But it's just a bit different when the source of the scrutiny is your public manifestation of what would be diagnosed as bipolar later vs it being about your work's intentional specific references to your personal life in a culture you created of easter eggs and puzzles. I am not stating it has inherent political consequences but the pattern of dissecting clues in an ongoing and consuming way is what QAnon is. I'm referring to the process, not the morals or the message. People like feeling like they have deep insider knowledge of an opaque situation based on their own intelligent analysis of a symbol system with hidden meaning. Even us antis do it because it's pretty irresistible in a culture based on meta, but we were kinda trained to do it by TS.

Please keep in mind as an old person I recall the music world as an industry where women like Britney had very little control over their image, marketing strategies, probably even wardrobe and styling. Britney grew up singing gospel music as a kid but commercial relevance required a Marilyn Monroe-eque image of a teen halfway between sensual womanhood and childlike innocence. She could sign huge contracts based on that image but I don't think her decision-making powers matched TS'. And I give TS credit for gaining control over her image, label, creative output and brand to a large extent as it IS a step forward for women. Like Liz Taylor signing a million dollar contract for Cleopatra and crafting her own contract stipulations.

But in Brit's case the public scrutiny circus about her progressive bipolar-influenced behavior is not one she created and ultimately it put her into slavery. If she were brand and brand manager at that time, designing and booking and adding dates to tours on her terms, speaking cogently about her marketing strategies, gaining control over every aspect of her business and seeming to do it with as much savvy influence as TS does, no, I doubt I'd love the circus imagery. I don't really care for it as a baseline narrative or metaphor for fame by itself. But if used I would like it to be in the hands of those who are marginalized. "The Greatest Showman" the film is a massive rewriting of history but there was something massively cathartic for me in seeing a pacific islander woman who is not just "Hollywood heavy" (like Renee Zelleweger as Bridget Jones playing 'fat' at a size 12) but actually plus size and also playing someone with genetic excess hair. PCOS gang (me!) found a bigger woman who falls under at least 3 categories of minority being the vocal backbone of the movie and the heart and soul of the diversity message undeniably compelling even when much of the historical rewriting was a hot mess and ick.

Taylor has been a victim of misogyny and I didn't mind when she spoke about it and it was truly the source of the criticism. But outside of that and in her billionaire era she is losing credibility with many when she goes for underdog status. Fame is a cage, I get that. Her parents are culpable for overly emphasizing her career and brand management from childhood. But when you set the tour dates, have unprecedented financial returns for them, etc it's hard to see the circus and public interest as not also being the source of much of your gain.

Britney's bipolar diagnosis apparently came at 2008 as well, same year as the Circus album. I am bipolar gang gang and I can't imagine having a sense of control of your life that would render the circus metaphor wholly offensive. She's beautiful and gained riches but everyone could see it cost her more than privacy and we were all worried. Taylor's control of her brand is the thing that separates them. In general, circus metaphors are a bit derivative tho.

[ask-feedees-jikook]

Kekekekeke HORNIE TIME

AU where Jungkook makes a deal with a witch to have his scent be irresistible, and he drinks the potion made for him without a second thought.

His scent is so sweet and enticing, Jungkook has Alphas flocking to him like moths to flame. But... any time he starts dating one, their bodies change so quickly. Their abs and corded Alpha tummies fill in with fat, and they get round and squishy. His boyfriends always have their faces buried in his neck, greedily drinking in his intoxicating scent. It's only when Jungkook giggles and rubs his hands down one Alpha's chest and stomach, that he feels with every single inhale, the Alpha's tummy softens and plumps up.

His scent is so sweet and addicting from the magic potion, that it's making Alpha's fat on his scent.

Jungkook is mortified and tries to get the magic changed, but it was permanent. He whines as he dates Alpha after Alpha and fattens them up as they get drunk on his scent. That is, until he meets massive Alpha Kim Namjoon, who is already sporting a big belly and thick muscles. The small Omega blushes at their size difference. Namjoon drinking in Jungkook's intoxicating honeyed scent fills in his belly even more, and both of them LOVE IT as the big wolf grows and grows~

Definitely talking to Tae...

[dragonmoder]

"Ah Bubbie! I'll try and remember that it's nice to meet you! Healing potions should be no issue! I have multiple different types with different base ingredients to work with an individual's racial and elemental affinities."

The moth pauses for a moment mouthing words to herself and tapping on the cover of her book while looking at it.

"As for odd jobs I may have just the thing! You see I've been reading about mycelium networks and how mushrooms can communicate through them by sending electrical signals it would be incredible if I could find some way to tap into this communication and be able to have a constant stream of information about the ecology of the entire country! So what I want you to do is while you're out exploring if you happen to find any large patches of mushrooms with a living atlas! thankfully I have one on hand I just need to fetch it."

Phosphor turns and starts looking through a shelf on the back wall of the store... Her rear is somehow even more impressive than her thighs, each cheek being the size of a fair winning pumpkin... or the fairy Pumpkin after a particularly massive binge. "Now where are you?" Getting to the bottom of the book shelf Phosphor bends down to shift through the books and whatnot... doing so causes her already short robe to ride up even further and oh god you can see like half of her bare butt, the Moth's ass is so big you can't even tell if she's wearing underwear...

"that - hmHM - that sounds like fun! i-i hope you're able to find your ass- er, atlas..."

Her face flushed deep red, Bubbie tries to avert her gaze, but she just can't keep her eyes off that truly tremendous rump. It's such a vast, uninterrupted expanse of fluff, a truly irresistible ass... but she's here for potions, not girls. Instead, she tries to distract herself with another topic.

"um... so you m-mentioned affinities, right? do you have any special potions for dragons? or anything that might come in handy for a water mage?"

[omies-odd-writing-spot]

Lifeboat: 08 Back on the waves

[also on Ao3]

Lana looked up from her spot in the big crate, hearing the groan from Sesa as they crossed some unseen line in the water. The young woman used the small towel from the lifeboat to help clean herself up again. Rubbing the damp cloth over herself instead of just climbing into the improvised tub.

Lana looked at the pile of assorted things in the flat bottom wishboat. There was a wide, paper wrapped package beyond it and leaning on the wall. She wanted to go check it out but made herself clean up first. The cloth that had the oddly large fruit was not far, also another temptation to investigate. She looked up through the small gap of the ajar lid, calling hesitantly, “Safe?”

“We're clear of the other boats, out of the harbor.” Sesa sounded so incredibly relieved now, dropping part of her mask of indifference while loading her boat from what had been left on the dock. 

Lana had only gotten a glimpse before Sesa quickly put her in the crate with the package and a few more things out of her pockets. Even a bag that looked like a change pouch. If the sound of those coins really were gold, that would be heavy as hell. She looked up, wondering how full the boat was with supplies. 

She remembered seeing some of the boat with the crates full of fish, and the bigger sea monsters in the bottom of the boat. There was dry stuff right? She hoped it stayed dry. It seemed stable still from where Lana was, Sesa's boat that was. It seemed like so many supplies, but with Sesa being close to forty feet or almost there… It seemed fitting.

Lana wondered what kind of crops it would take to make those flour bags. Actually she wondered about a lot of the flora she had been seeing. Sort of seeing from that trip riding with Sesa. 

It was nice being in the cooler air and shade of the crate, even as something landed above and chittered. 

The pteranodons!

Lana almost forgot about them!

She looked up and around there were a few forms she could see of the living dinosaurs. Guessing that they could not be bigger than her thigh at most. Some seemed smaller too, sounded younger as the older ones were offered bits of scraps from elsewhere in the boat. Like big sea birds that were happy to eat the scraps from Sesa's day fishing. She wondered if they would be friendly to humans, the almost irresistible want to pet a dinosaur popped up as Lana tried to get a better look and not be in any possible poo range.

Lana looked around, now cleaned up she moved back to the dark blue cloth that wrapped around the fruit. Sesa called them berries? She guessed that made sense considering the size difference between them. The young woman picked up the one plum, marveling at the oddity and amazement of what it was. It was the size of a small melon!

It was not the only fruit either, Lana carefully set what was picked by the giant. Most were not hurt that much, likely the same sort of dexterity that lets humans pick up tiny berries, invertebrates or delicate seedlings without hurting. So Sesa really did know how to be careful, and Lana only just now really thought about it. Shifting to sit back and pulling her shirt up to check over her body closely. Wherever she knew that Sese’s fingers had picked her up, only one spot on her thigh was showing a bruise, or mark really. Even wrapped up and unable to move in the giant woman’s hand… Lana realized that she was not really hurt.

Could be. 

She definitely could be hurt a lot with just a slip of grip or inattention but Lana supposed that was what the massive crate was for. She had been scared a lot too, still was in an underlayer of her awareness. Likely would still hold that fear but she felt a little braver after the ‘field trip’ into the giants’ town.

Lana picked up one of the other red and orange mottled fruits, sniffing it carefully. Though it was oblong and not a perfect picture, it smelled and looked like an apple. Another fruit with a slight fuzzy skin was very peachy like, even bruised under her fingers. It definitely smelled like peach, with that natural sugar scent.

It was just as big as a small watermelon.

Each fruit compared to the others were roughly to scale, just out of scale to Lana. Thankfully not James and the Giant Peach’ level of ridiculousness of fruit. Lana picked up the plum she was tried earlier, turning it over in her hands, not seeing any evidence of pests or predation on the fruit, or the other eight of the same kind.

Nine plums, ten apples, six peaches. A small handful to Sesa, but Lana sort of wished she grabbed more for her to check the fruits. “Is this a natural phenomenon?”

Selective breeding but for giants? With some of the glimpses Lana got, she could tell Sesa's boat looked older than others. There was seemingly not an extreme amount of electrical technology, but also street lights above that did not seem to be gass base.

Lana wondered not for the last time where she ended up. Thinking of that strange storm once more as she cut a slice from the massive plum. Nibbling on it as Lana did feel stable for long enough that her stomach was okay to eat a bit as she opened the fruit up, finding the center was another oddity. Holding up the double pit wrapped around itself, fascinated to say the least.

“Are you okay in there?” Sesa asked as she came back to sit on the boat’s bench. “Did you cool down?”

“Yeah…” Lana started, then shook herself back into the present lowering the pit, “Yes, sorry, it's nice in here, ah, temperature wise. Is it normal for these fruits to be so big?”

Sesa blinked, and shifted the lid of the crate to peek inside. “The berries?”

“These aren't berries,” Lana craned her neck up, squinting at the sudden light beam before Sesa moved a hand to give shade. “Plum, apple and peach- stone fruit and apples the size of squash and small melons? Is… is everything gigantic here?! The pit of the plum the size of smaller plums back home!”

“Really?” Sesa asked in a bemused tone, watching the Bitta start to use her old tiny knife to cut open one of each berry in half. Lana was clearly torn between being impressed and mildly offended and Sesa made an effort to not just grin at her. “Also what is a ‘squash.’”

“...gourd? Pumpkin? Hard to thick outer skin and most of the time has a softer inside for eating.” Lana tried, thought about it and looked up again. “Thinking about it, there’s a lot of different sizes of squash. There’s no set size to explain.”

“Eating gourds,” Sesa smiled, and then grinned even wider, “I have some of those growing in my garden. You might like some of it. There’s also hard gourds for storage that should be dry from last year. Well, storage, birdie houses and… aahhh…”

Sesa paused, as if realizing something as she stared at the confused Lana. Her cheeks flush with added color and then facepalmed. Feeling awkward and just, knowing she was being stared at by the bitta.

“And… models?”

Lana tilted her head, distracted from the fruit fully for a moment. “What kind of models?”

“...I like to make…small bitty things for the garden.” Sesa said, covering her eyes as she admitted that aloud but could not look back in the crate. “Its… fun, calming to do in what down time I have.”

“So…for you, you make fairy garden things?” Lana noted, and then smiled a bit at this now awkward and flushed giant.

“I guess that's a way to describe it.” Sesa looked up, made a soft sound before standing up to adjust the sails. At least that was what Lana guessed as the giant woman was moving out of sight. 

“Everyone needs a hobby I guess. I liked setting up gardens for people.” Lana noted, her own voice amused as she moved the fruit into the lifeboat. Nibbling on some of the plum as it was very tasty and not bad if a snack to have.

“Setting up gardens?” Sesa echoed mostly out of sight for a few minutes.

“Yeah, not everyone knows the best way to garden, or that some plants get along great and will partner with each other.” Lana explained, sitting beside the boat and in the fabric holding it steady, slicing off bits off of the half she held. “Not everyone has a lot of space, so I got good at vertical gardening. It's a good way to help make money while in school.”

Sesa came back to sit, she had a hold of two lines of rope, looking into the crate, scanning until finding where Lana was sitting, “you mentioned studio before, what do you study?”

“Plants, animals, well farmed plants and animals, how they interact with the environments around the farms. How the environment handles things.  Well, that’s what I was starting with but I was really starting to like designing spaces and gardens, a few other things.”

“You’re sized crops and plants?” Sesa wondered aloud.

“For the most part,” Lana nodded as she nibbled on the plum slice she just cut. “I’ve done some propagation of fruit trees as a part of class, and also growing things on the side for those gardens. Why?”

“It might not be the same,” Sesa spoke slowly, glancing at the sail, “if you might feel like it, I could help with some of the mini plants. Really tempting to get some of those vine berries planted, the seeds are really small for me to get out.”

“I guess I can take a look.” Lana said, sounding confused a bit, likely because it was such a strange situation she was in now. “Sesa?” 

“Yes?”

“Is it safe, or possible to look around again?” Lana asked, as relieving as it was to be stable in the crate. She wanted to see what could be off the shore, as it did not seem that far off from Sesa’s talking to herself.

The giant blinked, and then perked up, then looked up and around, looking for any other boats. “...yeah, I think it would be. But I have an idea, hold on.”

“Okay?” Lana blinked, confused a bit but was willing to wait. Startling a bit later as one of the pteranodons that landed on the edge of the crate, trilling and looking around above before a set of three fuzzier but still mobile chicks landed around it. The young woman gasped, watching as it seemed the adult was doing a headcount before giving each chick some grooming attention. 

The chicks, young pteranodons looked so fluffy like they had silked or downy feathers on their bodies. Hopping around to get to the top of the lid, their voices were a lot squeakier than the adults. 

“I knew I had one here.” Sesa said from out of sight, and moved to the mast, pressing a nail into the spot. Hooking the ‘part’ she had onto the side of the mast, more up by her chest level, walking back to the crate with free hands. Making a soft clicking sound at the pteranodon family to get them to move some more and not panic.

Sesa moved the lid a bit more, hesitated and then reached down to offer her open hand to Lana. Smiling as she spoke up, “You like gourds right? It's not a fancy wishboat, but you can get some fresh air up where it's safe.” 

Lana blinked, puzzled, before making sure things were put away. Grasping the side of Sesa’s hand, taking a few deep breaths and climbing up into the massive hand. This time not losing her balance as it shifted. Again, for a few frightening moments Lana was trapped in the closed hand. The human was moved up and out of the crate, just able to see through a small gap.

Thankfully Sesa was opening her hand, the other cupped carefully close. Her hands steady as Lana adjusted to the ‘slight’ movements of the giant, not really getting fully used to it. At least knew a bit more of what to expect. Lana took a few deep breaths of the cooler sea air, the crate was surprisingly good about isolation from the wind.

Sesa smiled, unable to help it as Lana was distracted by looking all around. Taking in the crates, the traded goods that sat with the saved catch. Then the big sail and then the little bitta’s attention was caught by the shoreline. 

Maybe it would not be so bad, a few stresses aside, to have a bitta around.

“Are those old growth chestnut trees?!” Lana blurted, grabbing a thumb and trying to get a look at what was on shore. “Mixed in with the redwoods?!”

Though something told Sesa the trip to her house might be a bit longer than normal.