#short!reader

[harveywritings92]

Gaz: I mean, small animals are way more vicious. It’s because their anger has less space to be bottled up in.

Price: That’s ridiculous. Give me one example of this.

Soap: Terriers.

König: wasps.

Ghost: R/n.

R/n: *glares* (Flips them off.)

[littlebabyyd0ll]

KINKTOBER DAY SEVEN, SIZE KINK

His heart beats for you, sweet little you, and his head goes wild for your tiny little hole.

Daddy!Ari x Smaller!reader

Warnings: SIZE KINK! Reader is described to be vv small & short. Stomach bulge from Ari’s monster cock. Kinda crybaby reader, lots of dirty talk. Dacryphilia. Not proofread.

18+! Enjoy!

Main Masterlist ! Kinktober 2023

It’s hard to think, hard to breathe when you feel so full. You feel like you’re choking on him, inhaling him, and he thinks it’s funny. He’s chuckling as tears fill your waterline and splash onto your cheeks. 

He’s rough and burly, so big as he crowds himself over your little form. “Is it too much, honey? You’re crying, poor girl, you can’t take daddy?” 

You can, you know you can, because you are right now. Ari moves a little softer at the sight of your running tears, and he mocks your little pout. You can’t help it — he’s just so big, fills you so well, your little hole stretched out over his hard cock. There’s not much more spreading that your legs can do, trying to accommodate the width of his waist within them. God, he’s such a monster, and it doesn’t help how tiny you already are. 

“I can!” You protest with a sniffle, brows creased together unhappily. It only makes him laugh more.

That makes it all the more worse, especially when you can feel his cock twitch inside you. 

You whine, pushing your wet face into the creased pillows beside you. 

“I know you can.” He mumbles pitifully, finally taking a break from his mean teasing. One of his big, calloused hands makes it’s way up your twitching body until it winds itself around the back of your neck, fingertips brushing your hair at the nape of your neck. “Always take me so well, huh? Prettiest fuckin’ girl with the,” he breaks, a grunt as you look at him with those teary bambi eyes, “tightest little hole.” 

“Daddy,” you cry, tiny hands pushing against his hairy chest as he picks up the speed of his thrusts. Deep within your hazy mind you notice how pretty your manicured nails look against him, a treat that he paid for monthly. Ari groans again at your broken whine, leaning down to plant hot kisses against your wet cheeks. 

He’s never loved anything as much as he’s loved you. 

Angelface you, who fell off your bike in front of his driveway. He had been out the front, sweating profusely as he pushed the mower against the overgrown grass – he’d only just moved in to the massive place, inherited it from some uncle he never even met. He can still remember catching your eye as you peddled past, the way that you had been far too distracted looking at his chest, the way that you toppled over into one of his bushes. 

He was enamoured the moment that he first touched you.

Being the natural savour that he is, he jumped straight away to save you. His big hands wrapped under your arms and lifted you effortlessly from the crumple of limbs that you had ended up as. And when he set you on your shaky feet, that was when he realised just how fucking little you were. 

The top of your head reached around the bottom of his pecks, leaves wound into your locks. You tried to stable yourself against him, the tiniest of hands splayed out against his stomach. He can remember the way that your big watery eyes had looked up at him, apologising excessively and trying to ignore the throbbing, bruising pain. He can remember the feeling of fullness overtaking him, forcing him to reach out for you, to try his very hardest to win over your heart. The same feeling stays with him now, the need to protect you, baby you, keep you for himself. 

So tiny and helpless. 

His hips stutter as he looks down and lets out a long winded moan, something that would surely have the neighbours concerned and stray cats replying to the call. 

“Look, baby. Look at how good you take daddy.” He’s not teasing anymore, instead moving your limp head to face downwards. Your vision is blurry from the tears, but you blink fast to try and clear your vision. Then you see it, the thing that makes his hindbrain cry out and push his hips faster. 

There, at the very bottom of your tummy, is a slight bulge, appearing and disappearing with every stroke he gives. He’s so big, just massive, a juggernaut. You're so tiny, look like some sort of pixie next to him. The hotness of the sight has your eyes rolling and a choked whine filling the air, matching the rough slapping of skin upon skin, and the echo of your slick. 

Ari laughs again, pushing a warm hand against the moving bulge. “Is that daddy all up in your guts, huh? M’fucking ruining you, kitten. Does daddy feel good? Can feel you clenching, tightest little hole.” He’s getting just as close as you are, he always gets blubbery and breathy when he gets close to cumming. “Best I ever had, you know that? Best fuckin’ girl. You're my girl, baby. Tell daddy you're his girl.”

Your tears are worse now, but you will always give him what he needs. “I-I’m your girl, daddy. Always your girl -ah!- please, please.” Your breathing is rough and troubled. Your hand pushes against him, but all your pussy does is pull him in deeper. “S-So big. I can’t– M’gonna come.”

“Fuck. Sweetest girl. Make the cutest little mess. Come for me, angel. I got you. Daddy’s got you.”

It’s white hot, the pleasure. It grabs you and swallows you whole, has you shaking and creaming all over his cock. Your squeaks and whines are enough to push him to the edge too, and Ari pulls your tiny frame into a bear hug as he paints your rippling walls white. Ari shudders with you. Mouthing at your jaw, his warmth completely encompasses you. The gentle giant is so good to you, shushing your tired cries as he slips out of your wet cunt, thumbing away the tears at your cheeks. He keeps you there, small and tucked away, like his own little secret, like something fragile and tiny, like his most precious of keepsakes. 

Like his sweetest little girl.

[mellifiedprincess]

someone requested more short!reader, so i wrote this with that in mind. i will be writing something that goes into a bit more detail about the reader being a short queen. anyway, hope you like it!

Ethan Landry x Short!Reader

Always Lurking and Stalking

When you and Ethan started dating he was always keeping a close eye on you. Not to say he didn’t before, because he certainly did. He just hated the fact that your friends didn’t really pay much mind to you when they went out. Always leaving you to fend for yourself. And while you didn’t like for people to think you were completely helpless, it still felt nice to have someone care for you so much.

And Ethan just felt like he needed to protect you from everything and everyone.

You were all currently at another frat party, hosted by none other than date rape Frankie. You were sitting with Mindy on the couch, very much tipsy, Anika and Tara dancing away under the pretty flashing lights, and Chad was trying to talk Ethan into doing shots with him.

Ethan, of course, kept declining. It was an unspoken rule he had made up when you two started dating. If you were out with them, he wasn’t drinking. He wanted to make sure you had someone looking out for you at all times, and while he loved his friends, he did not trust them.

“I want another drink!” Your sudden outburst barely even registered in Mindys ears, she was watching Anika with a big grin on her face, paying you no mind at all.

You get up, leaving Mindy to stare at her girlfriend, and make your way to the kitchen.

Ethan watching you closely, immediately taking notice of the drunken sway of your figure. “Y/N! Where are you going, baby?” You turn when you hear Ethan call out for you, and point to the kitchen. You smile sweetly, before Ethan gives you thumbs up and turns back to Chad.

“Dude, for the last time, I don’t want to do shots with you.” He pushes Chads hand away, glancing past his shoulder trying to keep his focus on you.

“You’re no fun anymore. I’m sure Y/N’s fine, man.” That earns an annoyed eye roll from Ethan. “Yeah, well you wouldn’t know because you never look out for her. You and everyone else are always too busy getting shitfaced.”

“What? No way! I’m always lurking and stalking when you least expect it.” Chad slaps a fist to his own chest, trying to solidify his words. Ethan only rolls his eyes again. Because he knew, and Chad knew, that Chad was full of shit.

Ethan couldn’t even count the amount of times he’s found you by yourself, completely wasted and barely functional, at these parties. And it made him angrier and angrier every time.

There were even a few times where the group just left the party without you. Forgetting you were even with them because of how drunk they all were. Of course, Ethan was never with them at those times. So, when you would call him and tell him what happened, he would drop whatever the was doing, even if he was sound asleep, and go get you.

He knew you weren’t totally incapable, but you weren’t exactly the tallest, or strongest girl either.

He just loved you too much to see something happen to you, because no one was paying any attention.

And he’s glad too, because when he hears you shout his name from the kitchen, he wastes no time, slightly pushing Chad out of the way, trying to get to you. He could hear the panic in your voice as soon as you scream for him, and it makes him want to throw up.

As soon as he makes it into the kitchen, his eyes find you instantly. You were pushed against a counter, some guy gripping your wrist tightly, trying to pull you out of the room. “Ethan! Help me!” Your eyes lock with his, and he can see how terrified you are, as you blink back tears.

“Hey! Get your fucking hands off of her!” The guy turns around eyeing Ethan up and down. At first glance, he doesn’t seem that intimidating, but that’s because no one, except you, knew what was hiding underneath the long sleeve shirt he was wearing. “We’re busy dude, fuck off.”

Ethan’s never been one for violence, but right now he wanted nothing more than to take one of the kitchen knives, that seems to be staring into his soul, and slit this guys throat. Instead, he rips the guys hand from you, and gently pushes you to stand behind him. You clutch onto his shirt, still scared out of your mind, and Ethan reaches his hand back to take yours.

“Touch her again, and I will fucking kill you.” The calmness in Ethan’s voice was more than threatening enough, but this guy just wouldn’t back off. “Whatever, she was asking for it dude.”

You didn’t even register what the guy said in the moment, but you felt Ethan tense up before putting all of his weight into the punch he threw at the guy. The crunching sound itself was horrifying, but glancing around Ethan, you were met with the sight of blood oozing from his nose.

You shouldn’t have giggled, but you couldn’t help it. “You should have listened when I told you my boyfriend would kick your ass.”

For a second Ethan forgot you were even still there, too focused on the idiot in front of him, who was now walking away, crying. He turns around to face you now, hands cupping your face with concern. “Are you okay, baby? Did he hurt you?” You only smile up at him, “I’m so okay, now! That was so hot, E!”

Ethan blows out a huff, relieved you’re okay, but still very much angry about the whole situation. He pushes your head to his chest, leaving his hand to cradle it, trying to calm himself down. “I’m glad you’re okay.” He whispers more to himself than you, of course you still hear it and squeeze him even tighter. “You wouldn’t let anything happen to me, I know it.”

Ethan’s lips find the crown of your head and places a sweet kiss there. You lift your face up, chin resting on his chest, and you can still see how worried he is.

“I’m okay, E.” You try to reassure him, only getting a small nod in return. His eyes aren’t meeting yours and you already know what’s bothering him.

“Ethan, look at me.” You feel much more sober now, as you take his chin in your hand and pull his face down to meet your eyes. “It’s not your fault. You were watching me the whole time, so stop blaming yourself for something you couldn’t control.” “If i would have just came with you-“

“But you didn’t because you respect me enough to let me have my space.” He knew you were right, he just couldn’t let that feeling go. The one where he was scared out of his mind when he heard you scream for him.

“I just never want to hear you scared like that again.” You smile softly at that, standing on your tiptoes to place a kiss to his lips. “Well, I know I have you to protect me if something like that ever happens again. Nothing to be scared of now.”

Ethan feels a lot calmer, something only you’re able to do.

“There you are, E! Man you have got to try this drink some guy just handed to me. It literally tastes like rainbows.”. You watch Ethan roll his eyes, no telling how many times he’s already done that tonight, because Chad was totally sloshed.

“How about we all go home? I think you’ve had enough rainbows for tonight.” As Ethan moves to push Chad out of the kitchen, Chad stops and looks at you. “Holy shit, how long have you been standing there Y/N/N? You should totally try this drink.”

“Oh my god, Chad! Shut up and move.” Ethan pushes him forward again, and reaches out for your hand, which you gladly take. “We need new friends, baby.” You giggle at his comment and shake your head.

“They may not know how to ‘read the room’ but they’re good friends, ya know when they’re not completely wasted.” Ethan only pulls you closer to his body.

“You give them too much credit, sweetheart. Always looking for the best in people.”

There’s a comfortable silence after that, seeing most of the group gathered at the door, you make your way over to them. “Where’s Chad? He was literally in front of us the whole time.” Tara only points behind you two, making you quickly snap your head around.

“Jesus christ.” “What the fuck?” You laugh out.

“Where did he get a turtle from?”

“Chad! Put the turtle down, and get your ass over here.”

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Y/N: What’s it like being tall?

Y/N: Is it nice?

Y/N: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards?

Bucky: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb 4 chairs, 2 boxes, a small coffee table and 6 oddly placed stools to get what they want.

Steve: It was one time!

[h0rr0rwhor3]

it looks good on you

masterlist

pairing: connor x short!chubby!female!reader

summary: (keep in mind that this is a wip that i will finish upon request!) after the android revolution and the reuniting of connor and hank, it only became a matter of time before the two were attached by the hip; whether hank was sneaking connor into crime scenes or as connor tagged along with hank while he bar hopped. as connor dealt with his curiosity and self-discovery, his emotions only got more confusing once he met [y/n], well that is, once he laid eyes on her. you would think that he and hank now being regulars at the jazz bar and café she works at would make things easier for him, but it seems to only grow his anxiousness, and even, his frustration.

warnings: size kink, dom!connor, sub!reader, uniform kink(?), sexually frustrated connor

a/n: like i had posted previously, this is a wip that i have not been able to work on due to lacking the energy and creativity to finish it. so i will leave the decision to my fellow readers on whether or not y'all would like a part 2! so if you guys would like a part two please let me know 😁! i hope you enjoy and thank you for the support on my previous smut!

it took a few months for society to recover at least a little bit after the android revolution.

protests against androids had only increased since then, many saying that the android revolution was the “resurrection of the devil”. cyberlife on the other hand had no choice but to let the deviant cases go, as the number of androids becoming deviant had increased rapidly during and after the revolution. many refunds were made to those who had immediately wanted to return androids, yet cyberlife had even requested to just let them go out, as the junkyard would only become incapable of proper cleaning at that point. cyberlife even started supplying android repair shops with extra parts, thirium, and even the more explicit parts that were originally dedicated towards eden club androids. these explicit parts were of course upon request privately.

ever since the revolution, connor really had nowhere to really go, this goes for many other androids. they had no money, clothing, shelter; so the only place connor thought of going was hank’s, as he didn’t seem to feel himself fit with markus and the others. he does not regret doing so either, as it seemed to boost hank’s mood rapidly. since then they have been inseparable, whether hank educated him on some of the best jazz songs, snuck connor into some crime scenes, or even gone bar hopping. it was a true bond.

recently both males had taken a liking to this place that had doubled as a jazz café and bar. it was android friendly which had definitely eased up connor. the owner ran the shop himself with the help of his niece.

her name was [y/n][l/n]. she was 21 and had been attending a university nearby. at least that was what connor had picked up on her. she had recently been working with her uncle as he had decided that her age was now appropriate enough to be working around alcohol. the legal drinking age was 21 after all. she had been under a few inches more than a woman’s average height and appeared more curvy. her hair framed her face in a way that almost made her appear fragile. her uniform dress reached down to her lower thighs, her short sleeves and collar outlined with a white stripe. the bottom half of her dress was pleated as her apron was tied wonderfully around her waist, defining her curves even more.

connor never identified such features actively before. hell. he’s never even spent as much time taking in the features of someone at all. when he had worked on deviant cases or looked around his surroundings it was usually a quick scan of the face and that's it. something about this woman had brought such a trance upon connor. the way she had gently moved parts of her body was such an intoxicating view. connor had no idea how to deal with these feelings of anticipation. these feelings of sublime.

hank had seemed to notice connor’s slight frustration. he had even picked on connor a few times for his obvious stares, comparing him to a lost puppy. it was hard to not notice the way he had looked at the female, you could almost see the holes his eyes dug into her, and hank wanted to put a stop to it.

-

“connor… look bud. it’s really not that hard. you just gotta talk to her, that’s all; ask her how she's doing, her favorite music/food… anything like that connor. just spark up a goddamn conversation with her for fucks sake. maybe even do your work with those... new fucking parts you got or some shit.” hank had been lecturing connor for the past 30 minutes now, growing frustrated with connor’s questions as he soothed himself with hard alcohol.

“well lieutenant, if it is so easy to speak to a woman, then how come you still have not m-”.

“you better not be going where i think you’re going connor. we’re talking about you here! not me. got it!?” hank immediately grew defensive with the question, causing a small smirk to grow on connor’s face.

“got it.” connor laughed softly, excusing himself to the living room as he left hank’s grumpy rambling to the kitchen.

the android settled himself on the couch comfortably as he closed his eyes, focusing on his thoughts. for once he could not analyze what the best approach would be. he could barely put together one attempt at befriending the woman. it was almost as if he was experiencing nervousness. anxiety. 

no. he was nervous. he could feel his thirium pumping through his body in a way that he felt like his system would drown. it was such an foreign feeling to him, his sensors tingling at the thought of being near her.

how she would look up at him, how she would smile softly as she speaks, how she would feel when she brushes against him, how she would feel in his hands.

he could almost feel his system overheat at the thought of the sensitive sensors in his fingers brushing over the fabric of her apron, of her dress, of her skin. the way goosebumps would grow on her skin with the cold sensation of his fingers. 

would her breath hitch?

would her body tremble at the ticklish feeling?

would she let out a soft sigh once the cold left her skin?

the thought of such vulnerable reactions aroused unknown feelings in connor. even though he didn’t need to breathe he felt his chest rising and falling shakily, the weight heavy on his throat. he could feel a tightening tension grow in his pants, startled by his body’s reaction. 

connor was aware of the effect arousal had on humans, but has yet to experience such a thing with his own after the installation of his new parts. the feeling of restraint caused him to grow frustrated. he glanced into the kitchen, seeing as hank had passed out on the table after a few drinks; it would have been unfortunate for hank to see him in such a state. 

getting up, connor made his way to the bathroom, gently shutting the door as he made his way to the lock, twisting the small knob. he thought of the best approach to handle his tension, shaking his head out of what would seem to be embarrassment. 

reaching his palm to his hardening length, he gently palmed his arousal, hips bucking into his hand. his head was thrown back as he closed his eyes, guttural, soft moans leaving his mouth.

just how would she act?

would she be obedient?

would the softness in her eyes drown with arousal as she was touched?

he unbuttoned his pants.

would she be embarrassed?

muffling her sounds with the back of her palm as she was filled with him. 

fuck.

would she grow a flustered expression at the thought of being with an android?

his pants and boxer briefs were pushed down mid thigh, his hand stroking his length sloppily. the sensors in his leaking cock driving him insane.

how would she sound?

how would she whimper as she's being gripped, as bruises form on her hips?

he could feel himself throb at the thought of easily manhandling her. gripping her plush hips, her thighs. the way her angelic expression would form such lewd expressions. his system stuttered as he neared his release, getting caught up in his own “imagination”.

he could only imagine how she would look wrapped in his coat.

her uniform hiked up her thighs as he towered over her.

the scent of their arousal mixed together.

the way she'd say his name.

fuck.

connor's hips stuttered as white stripes littered his hand, the lube-like substance staining his hand. his thirium pump shakily slowed down as he cleaned himself, washing off his hands. 

he glanced at himself in the mirror, taking in his expression, and gave his head a soft shake.

he really needed to settle himself, and figure out a solution, because this. this is not a solution.

[the-iceni-bitch]

𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓃ℯ𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽ℯ ℱ𝒶𝓉ℯ𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒜𝓁𝒾ℊ𝓃ℯ𝒹

Relationship: lawyer!amazon Natasha Romanoff x plus size!short female reader (Big Red and Peach)

Word Count: ~2.4k

Summary: It’s your birthday and Nat knows just how to spoil you.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (scissoring, oral), f/f relationship, so much fluff, a cute cat, reader is a swiftie, they’re in love y’all, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: In the midst of writing all the wonderful Kinktober smut I had to churn out this little beauty. These two are so adorable, the NY babes are gonna be fun to play with.

I do not do taglists, so if you want to stay up to date on all of my fics, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!

You let out a snort when you woke up, whining and screwing your eyes closed while you buried your face in the pillow to block out the sun. It was your birthday, and all you wanted was to curl up under the blankets and avoid everyone and everything until tomorrow.

“Happy Birthday!!”

“Shut the fuck up.” You growled and frowned at Nat when she walked into the room with a ridiculously large pile of pancakes. With whipped cream. And sparklers. Damn her and her cheery morning attitude. “It’s too early.”

“It’s nine o’clock, peach.” She beamed at you and sat down on the bed, setting the platter of decadent breakfast on the nightstand before stretching her body over yours so she could nuzzle into your hair and kiss your ear. “And I want to spend as much of my special girl’s special day spoiling her.”

“Ugh… fine.” It was hard to stay upset when she was sitting there in just a cami and panties, especially when she bounced happily and made her perfect boobs jiggle in a way that made you want to shove your face between them. “But we’re not going out, right?”

“Of course not.” Nat placed the tray on your lap when you sat up, clapping when you blew out the sparklers and winding her arms around your neck so she could kiss your cheek. “I don’t want to share you with anyone else.” She laughed when your kitten jumped up on the bed and tried to put his paw right in the whipped cream. “Except for little Gus-Gus, of course!”

You couldn’t help but smile when Nat started cuddling the kitten while you ate your pancakes. She kept leaning over to kiss whipped cream off the corners of your lips, and fuck if that didn’t do things to you. The woman had taken the whole day off work just so she could spend it with you, it’s not like you could really be mad about your birthday when that was the situation.

As soon as you were finished she was shoving the kitten into your arms and dragging you downstairs, that gorgeous smile still on her face that made you feel all gooey inside. Then you saw the living room and kitchen and you wanted to laugh and cry all at once.

Flowers. Bouquets on every surface and garlands strung from the ceilings with sprays on the walls. Delphiniums and asters and anemones and snapdragons and ranunculus. All of your favorites. It smelled like an English garden, and it looked like one. Plus there were bright ribbons everywhere, and a hand painted banner that said ‘happy birthday’ in calligraphy. You didn’t know how to react.

“I cannot believe you did all this.” Damn, your eyes were all misty. Maybe she would believe it was allergies? “You’re really leaning into the sugar mommy thing.”

“Or, I just love my little peach and how her face looks when she’s happy.” After she set the tray in the sink she wrapped you in her arms and kissed the top of your head. “And how you pretend like you don’t get all teary when you get nice things. Which you deserve, baby girl.”

“Shut up.” You huffed out a laugh and buried your face in her boobs. “Thank you.”

“Of course, honey.” Nat placed a finger under your chin and tilted your head back so she could look you in the eyes, still smiling when she leaned down to kiss you softly. “I love you.”

“I couldn’t tell.” You giggled when she growled playfully and bit your bottom lip. “I love you too, so much.”

“That’s my good girl.” She kissed you one more time before leading you to sit on the couch in front of a very large pile of gifts. “And now it’s time for presents!”

“Dear god.” You sighed when you flopped onto the couch with the kitten in your lap, chuckling in disbelief when she brought the first of you didn’t even know how many presents to you. “These are all wrapped way too nicely, Nat. I feel bad about ruining the paper. It’s too much.”

“Hush.” She sat down in front of you and rested her chin on her knees. “First off, you deserve all the gifts in the world because you’re wonderful. And second, we need to make your work room more comfy cozy now that you’re home all the time. Give it that peachy flair.”

“Okaaaaaaay…” you unwrapped the first gift as carefully as possible, letting out a shuddering and slightly emotional breath when you got a look at it. “Jesus Christ.”

What could you say, she knew you. Really well. In addition to the beautiful new laptop, she got you a vintage typewriter just in case you wanted to ‘write aesthetically’, which was just adorable even though you had no idea what it meant. There were lovely pictures of the vintage furniture she had bought to fill the space, with promises that the two of you would spend weekends refinishing and painting it together so it would look exactly the way you wanted.

Then there were the borderline excessive Taylor Swift related presents, which did make you cry. You didn’t even know how she found cardigans for every single album, much less little tiny matching ones for Gus to wear. The record player didn’t make much sense until you started unwrapping the vinyls of each album in aesthetically pleasing colors, including each of the ‘Taylor’s Version’ albums with promises to complete the collection as they continued being released. She insisted on putting the Eras bracelet on you herself as soon as you opened it, and her smile got even wider when you squeaked at the tickets to the Toronto show. It was absolutely over the top, but she looked so happy every time you opened something, and seeing her happy made you happy, so fuck it.

“I have no idea how you’re going to keep this up for every birthday and Christmas from now on.” You snuggled into her shoulder and pulled your “Midnights” cardigan closer around yourself, smiling while you looked at the framed vintage print of “Great War” lyrics. “Or where I’m going to put everything if you keep it up.”

“I’ll just have to buy a bigger house.” Nat kissed the top of your head and chuckled softly, turning on ‘How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days’ while she wrapped her arms around you. “Who really needs a retirement account?”

“Um, you do.” You looked up at her and grinned when she started rubbing your hips. “Because I’m not gonna start working again, and once I put you in an old age home, I’ll need something to maintain the lifestyle I’m becoming accustomed to.”

“Old age home?” She scoffed when you just grinned wider and nodded at her. “Little girl, you are asking for your birthday spanks.”

“Wait… Nat!” You squealed when she slapped your ass then tried to flip you over, kicking your legs and trying to get away while she just manhandled you like it was nothing. “This isn’t fair, I’m tiny!”

“Which is just fantastic for me.” She laughed when you yelped as she lifted you up so she could bite your left ass cheek before tossing you over her lap and giving you a good smack. “Tiny and thick, just look at that.”

“Hey!” You pouted and looked over your shoulder when she grabbed a handful of your ass and shook it. “Don’t jiggle me!”

“But I love the jiggle.” Nat gave you another spank and growled when it sent a ripple over your exceptionally voluptuous rear end. “Now, hold still.”

After about five you finally stopped squirming, just wiggling a little each time her hand met your skin. Your breathing kept getting heavier, though, and you couldn’t hold back your soft little whines. Once she got halfway through you were openly moaning like a whore, completely forgetting about the movie and pushing your ass up to meet her hand. Yeah, you were getting wet. Like, really wet. And hot. You didn’t even notice when she landed another solid slap and you spread your legs, biting your lips when you felt your pussy throb. Damn her, she really did know you.

“There we go.” As soon as she finished she yanked your panties down your legs, tossing them somewhere you couldn’t see before she started teasing her fingers over the insides of your thighs. “Just look how messy your pretty little pussy is, peachy girl! And from a spanking. Tsk, whatever should we do about it?”

“Dunno…” you were mumbling and perhaps drooling but if she didn’t do something about the situation between your legs soon you might cry. “Natasha…”

“Aww, did somebody get a little stupid?” Nat just grinned when you nodded as she turned you over and spread your legs even wider. “Does baby need mommy to take care of her and her sloppy cunt?”

“Yes mommy.” You gasped when she propped your ankle on her shoulder so she could pull off her own panties, licking your lips when she hooked a knee over your thigh that was laying on the couch until she was straddling you. “Mommy…”

“Shhh, just let mommy take care of you, baby.”

As soon as she pressed against you you whimpered, your eyes fluttering closed when she scraped her teeth along the curve of your calf at the same time she started to move. She was so soft. And warm. And slick. Her pussy slid over yours easily, her clit right against yours while her hips rolled slowly and sensuously so you could feel all of her. Nat nibbled on your ankle delicately when your pussy throbbed for her, smiling when you moaned and arched your back while your toes curled. You hiccuped when her clit found yours and started moving your hips, gripping the couch cushions when your core began tightening and it got harder to breathe.

The both of you moaned when she began rolling her hips faster, your hand sliding up her soft thighs so you could hold onto her hips while she rode you. Her lips were still pressed to the skin of your calf, sucking on it gently until you had a chain of pretty bruises along the inside of your leg. Nat purred when you tossed your head back and whined at the sensation of her sliding a hand under your cardigan so she could play with your tits, rolling over your nipple with her thumb until you let out another desperate hiccup. You whined when she squeezed your breast at the same time she changed the angle of her grinding, your eyes fluttering open when she bent over you until her lips were brushing against yours.

“My sweet, pretty girl.” Nat cooed into your mouth before flicking her tongue against your bottom lip, taking the hand that was holding your leg away so she could bury it in your hair while she gazes deeply into your eyes. “So good for mommy. Is feeling mommy’s pussy rubbing against yours your favorite, peach?”

“Mmhm… yeah.” Breathing kept getting harder and harder, your breath leaving you in a pathetic whimper while you dug your fingers into her hips. “‘M so close…”

“I know baby girl.” She tugged on your bottom lip with her teeth while letting out some low, pleasant sound from deep in her chest. “Come for mommy. You know how much I love it when you make a mess on my pussy.”

Nat pressed her lips to yours so she could swallow your cry when you fell apart, smiling when you shook in her arms while your pussy fluttered and gushed all over hers. She followed right after you, gasping and letting her eyes fall closed when her cunt spasmed against yours while every muscle in her body clenched and released. When you opened your eyes to watch her it only made your orgasm more intense, your legs tightening around her when her face flushed pink and her eyes fluttered, her teeth sinking into her pillowy bottom lip while her body rolled against yours.

As soon as you had both ridden it out you collapsed against each other, Nat laughing softly and rolling until you were sprawled on top of her while you tried to catch your breath. Neither of you could stop smiling, your eyes bright and happy when Nat pushed your hair away from your face before cupping your cheek with tender affection. You leaned into her touch and wrapped your arms around her tightly, letting out a happy sigh when she leaned up to kiss your forehead.

“You are so precious, little peach.” Nat hummed and rested her head against the pillow that was propped on the armrest, tangling her legs with yours while you pulled a blanket over your naked bottom halves. “Are you having a good birthday?”

“It would be kind of hard not to.” You chuckled when she played with your hair as you kept rubbing your cheek against her chest. “Every day with you is a good day.”

“Hmm, I feel exactly the same way.” She gave your ass an affectionate squeeze. “I hope cuddling for the rest of the day and eating a variety of snacks is acceptable.”

“More than acceptable.” You smiled warmly when she kissed the top of your head again. “But you know what’s even better than cuddling? Naked cuddling.”

“Whatever my birthday girl wants she gets.” Nat beamed at you before sitting up to pull off her cami, laughing when you immediately buried your face in her breasts as soon as she laid back down. “Spoiled.”

“Well, that’s your own fault.” You nuzzled at her breast as you relaxed, letting out a contented sigh when she began playing with your hair again. “Thank you for giving me a nice birthday. I love you.”

“And I love you baby girl.” She kept playing with your hair, laughing softly when the two saw Gus rolling around on the floor and meowing in offense at being forced to wear a cardigan. “And I’m going to make sure every single one of your days from now on is as nice as possible.”

[fbfh]

i just want to be tall 😪

this was super random but i had to share this with someone because i just had a crisis of not being able to find a step stool so i had to climb the fucking counter top just to get a tea bag

NO BC SAME. short bitches club unite. I have to wear platforms at work or I can't fucking reach anything skjfsljks-

the good news is that Rodrick fucking loves your height. he loves being your tall lanky grungy emo boyfriend and he loves the way you have to stretch up on your tiptoes to kiss him. he loves how you look in heels and platforms and he loves how you look in flats. he loves that he can rest his head on top of your head and how easy it is to give you forehead kisses. he'll absolutley use this to his advantage and pick you up and set you down on any counter or elevated surface just to watch how flustered you get, claiming it's "so I can kiss you easier :)" but he has that stupid smirk on his face that means you know he just likes seeing you all nervous. you are and forever will be his passenger princess, and he keeps the seat scooched all the way up for you. whenever ben or chris or ward try to move it he's like nope. that stays up front for my shorty. he'll probably call you his shorty (only if you're into that and think it's cute. if you're sensitive about height jokes he'll make sure no one makes any or they get a drumstick thrown at them from across the room.) and above all else he loves how easy it is to cuddle you, how perfecly you fit into him when he spoons you. he could sleep like that for days and ngl he's probably tried to. when greg's school does hello dolly (and greg plays minnie fay, so of course rodrick's not going to miss any of the performances) and as soon as ermengarde and ambrose show up roddy leans over and whispers "that's us". it's so fucking cute.

[hmperil]

hi!! Could you write suna with a short! Girlfriend?

If you need more to go off of, you can ask!!!

Thank you <3

(heyy - thanks for the request and sorry for the late reply, hope you like it ! thought I would add a few more characters as well as suna <3 dedicated to all the short people of the world )

- ! haikyuu characters with short!reader

includes : suna, bokuto, kageyama

suna : lets be honest he would probably tease you a lot, holding things up so you can’t get them just to see you jumping up and down trying to grab it. thinks its pretty cute when you get frustrated. though he won’t admit it he likes the way you can just fit into his arms when you two hug.

kageyama : when you first met he looked at you like huh??? short people other than hinata exist? he’s all nervous around you cause he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you or anything and you have to explain to him that just because your short doesn’t mean you’re made of glass. gets all flustered when you hug him around the stomach

bokuto : thinks it’s so cute like he literally nearly died when he first saw you. would probably feel really protective of you for no reason at all. gets the random urge to hug you.

just realised how short this is lmao,, if you want more characters request or just comment <3

[kining-the-evil]

Heyyy could you write a fluffy Stu Macher x short!hippie!reader. Preferably fem!reader but gn works too.

I think it would be cute and like Stu picks on her for it playfully alone but when the group does the same he gets all defensive and it’s really sweet. I don’t know.

Thanks <3

Stu w/ a Hippie!short!reader

/Warnings/: reader is heavily involved in the Hippie subculture, not just the aesthetic, reader has physical appearance when coming to hight, using weed, drug use, slight NSFW, reader is afab but they/them pronouns are used

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The way Stu would get along with a hippie reader is unreal

He honestly loves your style, and would be down to let you dress him up too.

Matching outfits? He’s all over it

If you’re going to some sort of protest/rally and want him to come he’d be happy too

You guys smoke so much weed together. Like, so much

Which normally leads to sex

Stu is convinced that having sex while high is the best thing on the planet, and does it as often as possible

Speaking of sex, he loves when you wear long, flowing skirts

They give him the perfect access to you

He has such a size kink!

He’s just so much taller then you, you can’t even kiss him on your tippy toes unless he leans down as well

He definitely teases you about it. Not maliciously, just good hearted fun

But May god help the person who teases you for anything

Comments about your hight, beliefs, or style will get a hateful glare and sharp words from Stu

He has probably beat up a few people, but does his best to not considering that you’re against the idea that violence solves anything

It doesn’t really matter anyways, a glare from Stu is just as deadly as a punch

If he is a killer, obviously he’s hiding it from you

You believe all life is worth protecting, and he is literally doing the opposite

When it comes down to it, he wouldn’t kill you. He’d convince Billy they shouldn’t kill you during their plan.

[imagineredwood]

Bishop with a 5’0” girlfriend that’s feisty and just as charming as he is would include? Thanks so much for this! I also just wanted to tell you that you’re such an amazing writer! And thank you so much for providing all of us with your amazing blog. 💜🙈💜

Thank you for the kind words and support 🥰 I appreciate you

He thinks you're the cutest thing in the world

He's somewhat of a short king himself, at least in comparison to the other Mayans

So it's nice to have a girl that's a good bit shorter than him

That still can be small and babied by him

But he also loves how well you can hold your own despite your size

You command respect, much like he does

And he absolutely loves that about you

You're quick and witty

Warm and loveable

But also fierce and not one to be taken advantage of

You work perfectly with him to balance him out

You can pamper him and help him feel like a man when he needs it

But you can also stand up to him and put him in his place just as quickly if needed

So he relies on you

Trusts you

Sees you as not only his girl but also his confidant

Bouncing things off of you when he isn't so sure he wants to tell anyone in the club just yet

He loves to cuddle you

He loves to have you in his lap

Loves when you cuddle him like a little backpack

He just loves each and everything about you

Because you're his

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[slothspaghettiwrites]

"Darling don't fucking test me." Size kink. Older frat boy chris (if that doesn't make sense just chris evans). <3

Ugh, yes, fine. Fine. God, twist my arm why don't ya? 🥹

Where It Counts

Warnings: College AU, established relationships, drinking, dubcon, meanish!Chris, size kink, thigh riding, oral sex, overstimulation, implied ass play, extra unedited

Relationship: Senior Frat Star!Chris Evans x SHORT!Fem!Reader

Author's note: yes this is RPF, but that F is very important. This is a completely fictional story. While the reader is short, I've tried to keep her body as neutral as possible.

Chris pushes you up against the wall by the stair, the loud music thumping through the frat house muffles your pouty whine. He bends to kiss you, grabs your hips, doing his best to get you to his room. The smell of warm beer on his breath makes your nose scrunch. You try and shove him off, you're angry with him. He told all of his frat bro friends you are so tiny, so tiny where it counted.

You love how much he adored your size, how much it turns his eyes soft and how quickly it makes him hard. Are you just a joke to him? Was he not serious when he said you were the one? You grab his stupid oversized hands and again try to shove him off.

"C'mon sweetheart, I said I was sorry. You know it was just joking around." The bill of his backwards baseball cap fills your vision, you see your initial written there in sharper on the faded material. He asked you to put them there. Chris loves you. But you're still angry.

"No," you whimper. His teeth scrape against your neck, making your stomach flutter and heat rush to your cheeks. God, he's a menace. He knows what that does to you, how it makes your knees weak and your panties wet. He's playing dirty.

"Sweetheart, don't fucking test me." He presses his thigh between yours and starts to lift your feet off the ground like you weigh nothing to him, putting pressure right on your clit. "Let me apologize to my girl right. Let me show you I can use my big mouth for something useful. Let me remind you of how much I love this tiny, little body."

He groans right in your ear, rolls his hips a little bit so you can feel his hard bulge. You're still trying to think with your brain and not your pussy. It doesn't matter who fucking good Chris's dick is, he was an ass. Asses don't get laid.

You keep saying it again and again, even as your hands wind around his neck and you let his hands grab your hips again. He moves you against his thigh, tortures you with the slow flex. Even as he lifts you up high enough for your legs to wrap around his tight waist and he carries up the stairs completely. Just because asses don't get laid doesn't mean you don't deserve your pussy being worshipped by that perfect, stupid mouth.

He drops you on his bed, the scent of him wrapping around you as he double check the door is locked. Before you can even sit up a little, Chris is on you, blanketing you with his whole body. He covers you head to toe, cages your face in with his hands and traps your hands against his chest.

Your breath stutters when you see the size difference, how small your fingers look against his chest. The chain he always wears around his neck dangles right at the base of your throat.

"Please, bubba, just wanna taste, let me make my girl sing for me."

You should say no. Just a taste always turns into just a finger or two or three, turns into just the tip, and the next thing you know you're begging him to fuck you deeper until his cum drips out of you until the morning. But god does he know what he is doing. Unlike any boyfriend before him, Chris eats pussy like it's his job. You deserve to have your pussy eaten.

"No fingers."

The words are barely out of your mouth before he is ripping your clothes off. He gets you completely naked, but doesn't remove a stitch of his clothing. With his cap still on, he dives between your legs. He kisses your thighs and your mound, teases you when he is supposed to be apologizing.

"Chris," you groan, frustrated enough to put your hands on his head to push him down.

One of his hands reaches out and grabs your wrists, both of them. The both of them fit just right against his palm as he pulls back enough to look up at you. His gaze flicks between yours and your hands, like he is realising all over again just how small you are.

"Sweetheart, you're so fucking adorable."

He growls it right into your pussy before he licks you from ass to clit. He manhandles your thighs over his shoulder fully, never letting go of your wrists. You can't move, you're pinned down and spread open for his apology. Your pulse throbs in your clit when he licks you again, cleaning up the slick caused by his kisses and thigh.

Chris's tongue spreads your lips until he can thrust it into your pussy. He moans at the taste of you, the vibration sending a spark right through your clit. Your nipples ache for attention, your neck demands kissing and sucking, every part of you needs more. You open your mouth to voice you needs, to moan for more but nothing comes out except a squeal.

He wraps his lips around your clit and sucks. Your back arches, unsure if you want to grind your face into his mouth or escape the overwhelming feeling that is making your legs shake. His free hand grabs onto your thigh and pulls you back down, locks you back into place. God his fucking hands. His fucking lips and mouth and tongue.

"Chris, Chris please," you beg. Even though this is supposed to be your apology you can't stop the words from tumbling out as the desperation sets in.

"Fuck, that's right bubba, let everyone in the house hear."

His warm breath is like ice in your overheated, sensitive skin. His words come out between panted breaths. His stubbled chin is smeared with arousal already.

"Then make me cum." You demand or pout, you aren't sure. You just know he isn't putting is mouth to good use like he said he would.

"God, I love when you get bossy."

Any argument about that word is expelled from your body when you gasp. Chris's tongue is on you again, fucking and stroking against your pussy. His nose keeps hitting your clit, but it's not enough, not the right angle. It's teasing and making your pussy wetter, but that's not what you were promised. You need more.

With your hands still trapped in his grip, you squeeze your thighs tighter around his head and grind against his face. He groans like this is a treat for him, like this is exactly what he wanted to do tonight. You throw your head back against his pillows, his cologne and soap and everything invading your senses. Your moan echoes around his room and you feel his grin spread across his face.

He knows you're close, your inhibitions dropping the more your muscles tense up and the more you clit aches for the right attention. You want to scream at him to fuck you right, to suck on your clit again. Your fingers flex as your hips lose their rhythm against his face.

The moans coming out of your lips are higher pitched, more desperate and pleading. A sheen of sweat covers your forehead. Finally, finally, his tongue moves up the little space to your clit. There's a moment where your pussy feels empty, but it's forgotten when Chris's tongue swirls around that throbbing nerve and sucks into his mouth.

His teeth graze your clit and your world shatters. You scream his name as your body shakes and pulses with your orgasm. Your pussy flutters as slick drips out of you. When you've melted, become a mush soft puddle, does he start licking you again.

"Chris," you groan.

"Not done apologizing, sweetheart, you got one more hole."

[harveywritings92]

König, taking to R/n as she’s washing the dishes: Vhy are short girls so mean? Like jou’re 5′2 I vill pick you up, put you on top of Zhe fridge and and I’m not gonna let jou come down until jou vanna act nice to me.

R/n, glaring at him:*takes a skillet out of the sink and holds it threateningly* Fucking try me fool! I’ll take out both yer knees before you get  the chance...

König, slowly backs away from her:...Scheiße. (sh*t)

[the-whispers-of-death]

Stone and Sarabi with short king reader. the resident talls with a small. the top of readers head barely reaches the bottom of their chests. reader climbs them for kisses and cuddles. one can see Sarabi or Stone standing around while reader scitters on them like a spider. they pick reader up when they want kisses or when reader tries to fight people (coughKevincough). reader being short but STRONK, BIG MASCLES, BIG MACHO working as like.... a military mechanic or something or a weapons engineer or some such i just want the tall men to have a short partner who will eat god and fight anyone who dares to disrespect their beloved

Kali at 6'8", the tallest of the OCs: When will it be my turn???

Stone picking up short king!Reader when they're about to fight someone is such a Stone thing to do. Like Sarabi would let you fight whoever it is, but Stone doesn't care that you're defending his honor, he doesn't want you fighting and potentially getting hurt. Of corse, he can't stop you all the time (fight when he's busy in the base hospital).

Sarabi loves that the top of your head barely reaches the bottom of his chest! He loves how short you are but how strong you are, he'd love to listen to you talk about your job as a military mechanic. And he loves needing to bend down in order to kiss your head, he'd gladly do it.

Stone stands perfectly still, like a damn statue, alright? He's the perfect one to climb up on because he'd stay still so you don't get hurt. He'd pretend to be grumpy about it, but he'd happily give you a kiss once you're now eye-level with him.

The Lions (coughKalicough) are all envious (coughonlyKalicough) about how you are willing to fight God for Stone and Sarabi. Kali turns to Simba and is like "Would you fight God for me?"

Simba responds, "Love you, but no."

[leossmoonn]

just imagine being really short like 5'3 to 5'4 or smth(hello me) and matt likes to bully you about it but like he also finds it sexy bc turns out he has a huge size kink <33

turning this into a headcannon hehe

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warnings / includes - 16+, sex content, lots of cute stuff too, short!reader

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For starters, Matt loves holding you

He loves wrapping his arms from behind you while you’re doing laundry or cooking

He absolutely cannot get enough of how his hands take up all of your hips

This man loves towering over you too. Like he’s obviously average height but the fact you’re a good couple inches smaller than him really feeds his obsession with you being short

He’s always picking you up and spinning you around

And being the big spoon in bed is essential

Also he just loves holding you in general. He loves how you just mold into him. He’s so warm and a cuddly like a big teddy bear ☺️☺️

A big teddy bear with the best abs you’ve ever seen 😫😫

Sorry lmao not the point of this lol

Bro his size kink really shows when you’re in bed (shocker right?)

He loves missionary. Towering over you, feeling your body writhe under him.

It gives him such an ego boost 😝

The way he pushes your hips down forcefully when you’re being a little too bratty or needy

“Calm down,” he grunts

“But Matty,” you whine. “Need you.”

“Oh yeah? What do you need baby?” he breathes against your neck as he kisses it

“Need your big cock inside me,” you say

The size kink doesn’t just go to how much taller he is compared to you ;)

Omg okay a few more things containing smut hehe

Doggie style is another fav of his

Holding your hips with those meaty, calloused hand of his, making you fuck yourself onto him, your ass colliding with his hips and the fat rippling each time you move back and forth

He loves feeling your pussy stretch around his dick.

He’s a little above average in length, but what he may “lack” in length, he def makes up in girth 😏😏

The first gasp you make when he enters you always makes him go crazy

And when he can feel him all the way in your stomach when he presses on your belly. It just makes him feral

Anywho ☺️

I also like to think he likes to hold your hand and trace your fingers and compare hand sizes as well

And feeling his clothes on you!!! He loves the way his shirts drape over your frame. And the sleeves are usually so much bigger bc of his biceps 😭

Omg okay sorry about the bullying thing

So you’re not like THAT short you know, but you also have issues reaching the couple top shelves of your cabinets

You’re like having a dinner party and want to get out the fancy dishes so you have to call your bf over

“Stand on your tippy toes,” he says

“I might fall and break the plates. Can you please get them?” you ask

And the classic move, putting your stuff in a place where you can’t reach unless you stand on the counter or on a chair

He will purposefully put the spices you use to make food on the top shelf so you have to ask him all the time to grab them (you could use a chair but that’s so much work to carry over to the kitchen)

“Don’t you get annoyed by me always asking you to do stuff?” you ask

Matt smiles and shakes his head. “Nope. It’s cute watching you struggle.”

The audacity 🙄🙄

Also when you visit him at the office he will purposefully ask you to grab smth off the shelf and he just loves hearing you struggle

Your frustrated huffs and groans. Omg and the fact you’re jumping up and down and trying to climb on the counter 😭 it makes him giggle

Lmfao imagine foggy just walking in to you on a counter trying to find whatever Matt asked

Foggy goes to Matt like

“Dude, you’re so mean.”

Matt just shrugs. “She wanted to help.”

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[riri53]

Here's an example for these kind of fan fic:

Infinity war cast x short!insecure!rader

Summary: Reader is 4'11 and insecure about it but her cast mates and fans show her that she's beautiful.

Warrings: None

A/N: Reader here uses she/her pronouns. Also english isn't my first lamguage so I'm sorry for my grammar.

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Y/N Y/L/N had always been self-conscious about her height. At 4'11, she often felt like she was constantly overlooked and underestimated, especially in the cutthroat world of Hollywood. But when she landed a role in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, she knew that she had to put her insecurities aside and bring her A-game.

At the Infinity War panel, Y/N was nervous. She had never been in front of such a large audience before, and she was worried that her height would be a topic of ridicule. But as she took her place on stage alongside her fellow cast members, she was surprised to hear them all gushing about how much they loved her petite stature.

"Y/N is a powerhouse, despite her size," Chris Evans said, earning cheers from the audience. "She's got more energy and spunk than any of us combined."

Robert Downey Jr. chimed in, "And let's not forget how easy it is to maneuver her around during fight scenes. It's like having a little ninja on set."

Y/N blushed, feeling grateful and relieved that her height was being celebrated rather than criticized. And the positive feedback didn't stop there. As she walked around the convention center, fans approached her to tell her how much they loved her portrayal of her character and how they admired her confidence and talent.

But perhaps the most memorable moment of the day was when Tom Holland, her mischievous co-star, snuck up behind her and lifted her off the ground, spinning her around in a playful prank. The crowd erupted in laughter, and Y/N couldn't help but join in.

In that moment, Y/N realized that her height wasn't something to be ashamed of. It was a part of who she was, and it made her unique and memorable. She felt a newfound sense of confidence and pride in herself and her abilities, and she knew that she had the support of her cast and fans behind her.

From that day forward, Y/N Y/L/N embraced her height and all the quirks and challenges that came with it. And as she continued to shine on screen and in public appearances, she inspired others to do the same, proving that sometimes the things that make us different are the very things that make us great.

[the-iceni-bitch]

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓖𝓲𝓯𝓽

Relationship: lawyer!amazon Natasha Romanoff x petite!curvy fem Reader (Big Red and Peach, NLLYL)

Words: ~1.3k

Summary: Teasing Nat always pays off, even when it’s at Bucky’s Christmas Eve party.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (dirty talk, kinda public sex, tittie play, thigh riding, dry humping, mommy kink, size kink, implied oral sex) established relationship, Nat is a giant (between 5’10 and 6’, or taller if you prefer), w/w, cute fluff, they’re big in love, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: This is part one of two of a gift for a certain special someone who’s been giving me all this fluffy, melty, big soft gooey feelings. And it’s an opportunity for me to introduce you to a brand new couple in the No Love Like Your Love AU and set up a concurrent storyline in a new locale, New York!!! Basically, this fic and this new couple are heavily self indulgent so I hope y’all enjoy ☺️. And to the special person, love youuuuuuu

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“Nat! Oh my god!” You spluttered when your girlfriend somehow managed to steer you under yet another sprig of mistletoe, half heartedly trying to push her off when she ducked low to kiss you for maybe the fifteenth time that night. “We’re gonna get such a reputation, like a damn teenager.”

“We already have that reputation, peach.” She smiled against your lips and squeezed your waist warmly while she rubbed her nose against yours. “It’s not my fault, anyway, when you show up looking like a whole meal.”

“I do look extremely good.” You finally managed to push her off, ducking out of her grip and giggling when she huffed as she followed after you. “But you don’t get to fully enjoy this until we’re back at your place, I’m enjoying socializing.”

“You’re enjoying teasing me.” Nat wound her fingers through yours and sighed when you just grinned at her. “That’s just fine, peach, I can wait.”

“Sure you can.” You finally found Bucky and waved excitedly at him. “Quit staring at my tits if you’re so good at controlling yourself.”

You knew the sass was going to pay off later when she growled at you, trying your best to ignore the way her hand slid over your hip and squeezed while you chatted with Buck. There was a reason you chose this dress, other than the fact that the deep shade of green was your favorite and yes the plunging neckline showed off your boobs fantastically - the soft velvet pretty much ensured your Amazon of a girlfriend was not going to be able to keep her hands off you all night. And you were right, her hands were constantly on your hips or your waist or occasionally sliding down to squeeze your ass while she stayed close to you while you both chatted with your friends.

Every time you laughed or giggled Nat just wanted to kiss you even more, it was the most beautiful sound she’d ever heard, she wanted to listen to it for the rest of your lives. She couldn’t get enough of seeing you like this, so carefree and joking and making everyone you chatted with fall in love with you a little bit. But you just loved her, she could see it every time you looked up at her with those bright eyes and and scrunched your nose up in that beautiful smile before you turned back to your conversation. Nat needed that look, she craved it, especially when she had been steadily consuming vodka cranberries all night and that pleasant warmth was pooling in her gut.

It became harder and harder for you to deny her when she got all quiet and intense like this, especially when she pressed her chest against your back and nuzzled at the top of your head and made you feel so tiny and precious… and wet. Poor Bucky barely even got a goodbye from you before you were dragging Nat towards the front door, turning to rub your face against her chest and whine while she pulled out her phone to call the car.

“Now who can’t control herself?” Nat chuckled when you practically crawled into her lap once the car door closed, grabbing your hips and biting playfully at your chin while you whimpered and wriggled for her. “Did you need something, peach?”

“Don’t be mean to me.” You pouted when she just grinned at you, pressing closer to her and sucking on her ear. “You got me all worked up, do something about it.”

“Something, hm.”

It was a struggle for you not to squeal when Nat flipped the two of you until she had you pinned to the backseat, the sound that almost escaped from you quickly muffled when she smashed her lips to yours and slid her tongue into your mouth. All you could do was hope the driver didn’t look in the rear view mirror to see the way she was shamelessly dragging her hands up your soft thighs until your already short skirt was around your waist.

But you couldn’t care about that for long when she slid her own thigh between your legs and rolled her hips into you, making you whimper when she gripped your hair tight and yanked your head back so she could run her tongue over your throat.

“Greedy girl.” She purred when you mewled and wrapped your legs around her, sliding the hand that wasn’t wrapped in your hair up your body until she could gently play with your breast. “Who am I, baby?”

“Oh… shit.” That was entirely unfair - after all night on her arm and having to watch her in that dress that clung to her like a second skin, and now she was pulling your hair and teasing your nipple and telling you to call her that, she was going to kill you. “Mommy…”

“That’s right, what a good girl.” Nat cooed when you sobbed and drove your pussy into her thigh, squeezing your tit and nipping at your bottom lip while she gazed into your eyes. “Mommy’s perfect baby. Tell me what you want, peach. Want Mommy to suck on your pretty nipples while you grind into her thigh? Want Mommy to make you come?”

All you could do was nod desperately, arching into her mouth and gasping when she pushed your dress to the side and started mouthing at your breasts through the lace of your bra. It was like you became extra sensitive whenever she touched you, hearing her murmur soft endearments against your skin and the way she made you feel so small and safe was just too much for you.

Nat moaned and bit your nipple gently when she felt you trembling underneath her, peeking at you through her lashes and smiling warmly at the way your face was lax with pleasure as you opened your mouth in a silent scream. You just kept dragging in ragged breaths as you rode it out, gripping her shoulders tight while your pussy made a sticky mess out of your panties.

“Mm, pretty baby girl.” Nat kissed the tip of your nose and fixed your dress while the car came to a stop, helping you sit up and hushing you when you buried your face in her neck and whined when the door opened to the cold night air. “Soft little peach, don’t worry we’re going inside.”

Your head swam when she wrapped you around her and started carrying you into the brownstone, your goddamn size kink and the orgasm you already had made you feel so fuckdrunk you were pretty sure you were drooling. Next thing you knew you were in her bedroom and sprawled out on her plush mattress and feeling so fucking warm, unsure how exactly you got there but unable to care when she was undressing you so slowly and kissing every inch of your exposed skin.

“Nat, Mommy.” You pouted when she pulled away from you once you were naked and warm from being kissed everywhere, but then you saw her hands moving to undo her zipper while she looked at you like she was going to eat you alive and all you could think was how you couldn’t believe this goddess of a woman was completely and totally yours. “Oh my god, I fucking love you.”

“Sweet peach, I love you more.” As soon as her dress slid to the floor your mind was empty, unable to do anything except moan when she crawled on top of you in her perfect lingerie and her gorgeous heels and kissed you until you couldn’t breathe. “And look at that, it’s midnight, merry Christmas, pretty girl. Think I’m going to celebrate by drowning in your perfect little creamy pussy.”