The Stories of Pandora

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OTPS WITH HEIGHT DIFFERENCES

The shorter one getting on their tiptoes to kiss the other

The taller one bending down to kiss them

The taller one making themselves smaller so they could hug the other person

The smaller person insisting that they can reach something really high while the taller person sits back and smiles while they stretch to reach the thing

the taller person giving piggyback rides.

The shorter person giving piggyback rides

THE SHORTER ONE’S FACE GOING INTO THE OTHER’S CHEST WHEN THEY HUG

JUST THINK ABOUT SLOWDANCING

OTPS WITH HEIGHT DIFFERENCES

[sonjathepyromancer-deactivated2]

"Sonja, congratulations on getting married! I'm so happy for you~" (pandorantales: Agatha)

“Agatha! Long time no see! We gotta go get a drink sometime!” she beamed. “Thank you… Hey, you’re invited too, ya know, don’t think you’re getting outta this one, young lady!” she chuckled.

[pandorantales]

The green haired siren giggled and beamed at Sonja, wrapping her in a tight, one-armed hug.

"It's been way too long, for sure. I wouldn't dream of trying to get out of this, I can't wait to see how gorgeous you look and meet your special someone. Gotta make sure they're taking care of you."

[thetattedstoner]

I talk shit hoping it leads to a play fight that turns into rough sex

[pandorantales]

@swampbastards

[swampbastards]

💓 (*slams this into your inbox and throws Khaleesi at you because reasons, that's why*)

Dak grunts as he catches the older woman against his chest, but his smile is quick and devious as he holds her in place, fingers curling into her hair to turn her head just so.  “Hello my beauty,”  He rumbles softly just before his lips touch hers in a searing kiss.

[pandorantales]

Khaleesi had tripped, sending her falling bodily on to Dak; very cliche, yes, but what can you do? She chuckled when his large hand wrapped around her locs and pulled her head into position. His rumbles made her smile and feel warm in her chest and she welcomed the kiss with a soft, but passionate return. Her forehead pressed to his and she leaned in close to him. 

“Hush. Your words could charm a snake, Renmen.”

[swampbastards]

He took a slow breath, his nose bumping hers playfully as he grinned at her.  He nipped at her lips and rumbled another happy sound at her.  He wasn’t used to his women being so tall, but he loved that about her, that he didn’t have to throw his back out to kiss her.

“Only a snake?  Hmm, I must keep trying, for I am trying to charm a dragon.”  He grinned at her, brushing a stray curl from her forehead.

[pandorantales]

His words drew a snort of laughter from her lips and she nipped a tad harder at his bottom lip. Her hand reached up and curved around the back of his neck, nails pressing against his skin. Small purrs rumbled in her chest and she grinned evilly, tilting her head back just enough to poke her tongue out and tap the end of his nose.

"You'll have to try harder, dragons aren't easily tamed. And even harder to charm. Though perhaps you can placate it if you try."

[swampbastards]

💓 (*slams this into your inbox and throws Khaleesi at you because reasons, that's why*)

Dak grunts as he catches the older woman against his chest, but his smile is quick and devious as he holds her in place, fingers curling into her hair to turn her head just so.  “Hello my beauty,”  He rumbles softly just before his lips touch hers in a searing kiss.

[pandorantales]

Khaleesi had tripped, sending her falling bodily on to Dak; very cliche, yes, but what can you do? She chuckled when his large hand wrapped around her locs and pulled her head into position. His rumbles made her smile and feel warm in her chest and she welcomed the kiss with a soft, but passionate return. Her forehead pressed to his and she leaned in close to him. 

“Hush. Your words could charm a snake, Renmen.”

[pandorantales]

Days passed and it seemed kotyk had found her place sitting at a weaving loom. Her swift nimble fingers darting across the threads tossing the shuttle back and firth " oh, hello my husband " She smiled

Khalor had admittedly been busy. After the attainment of the woman, things needed to be reorganized, a few things shifted to make room and accommodate the sudden influx of people. Still, things eventually fell back in to the routine, as it always did. His tribe was resilient and this was hardly the biggest thing to happen to them. Khalor had made a bed within his tent for Kotyk and although their time together was less frequent than it had been her first day, he was just as kind to her in their every encounter. He felt joy in learning Kotyk had found a home within the camp, joining the small group of women and tiny-fingered men that enjoyed weaving.

That word, husband, it never failed to send a warm buzz in his chestm and bring a smile to his lips. It may have only been a few days, but he did not regret his deal. Leaning down, he pecked her cheek and squatted at her side, watching weave slow and careful.

“My darling wife. It looks like the start of something beautiful.

[thedasbest]

as he kissed her she felt warmth bloom in her chest, her arms around his shoulders.

for a moment she was still, though after that moment she returned the kiss with fever, blinking when he pulled away

“?”

she looked at him, her face flush pink and an unusual expression on her features… she was too distracted to have listened

[pandorantales]

KHalor just smiled softly and kissed her nose.

“Alright, my love, I believe it is late~ I’ll leave you to dress in your sleep wear~ He stood and went to the other side of the tent, moving a curtain to separate hem and allow her privacy.

[pandorantales]

Days passed and it seemed kotyk had found her place sitting at a weaving loom. Her swift nimble fingers darting across the threads tossing the shuttle back and firth " oh, hello my husband " She smiled

Khalor had admittedly been busy. After the attainment of the woman, things needed to be reorganized, a few things shifted to make room and accommodate the sudden influx of people. Still, things eventually fell back in to the routine, as it always did. His tribe was resilient and this was hardly the biggest thing to happen to them. Khalor had made a bed within his tent for Kotyk and although their time together was less frequent than it had been her first day, he was just as kind to her in their every encounter. He felt joy in learning Kotyk had found a home within the camp, joining the small group of women and tiny-fingered men that enjoyed weaving.

That word, husband, it never failed to send a warm buzz in his chestm and bring a smile to his lips. It may have only been a few days, but he did not regret his deal. Leaning down, he pecked her cheek and squatted at her side, watching weave slow and careful.

“My darling wife. It looks like the start of something beautiful.

[pandorantales]

He smiled warmly and kissed her passionately on the lips, holding her close. His chest felt warm and his head was buzzing with joy. Everything felt right with the world.

“Ko, I ask you understand. I am an idiot when it comes to emotions. Plain and simple. I don’t always pick the best words and I only ask of you that you speak to me when you have a problem, even with me. Explain it. So I can do something to stop it. I love you so dearly and despise hurting you.”

[pandorantales]

Days passed and it seemed kotyk had found her place sitting at a weaving loom. Her swift nimble fingers darting across the threads tossing the shuttle back and firth " oh, hello my husband " She smiled

Khalor had admittedly been busy. After the attainment of the woman, things needed to be reorganized, a few things shifted to make room and accommodate the sudden influx of people. Still, things eventually fell back in to the routine, as it always did. His tribe was resilient and this was hardly the biggest thing to happen to them. Khalor had made a bed within his tent for Kotyk and although their time together was less frequent than it had been her first day, he was just as kind to her in their every encounter. He felt joy in learning Kotyk had found a home within the camp, joining the small group of women and tiny-fingered men that enjoyed weaving.

That word, husband, it never failed to send a warm buzz in his chestm and bring a smile to his lips. It may have only been a few days, but he did not regret his deal. Leaning down, he pecked her cheek and squatted at her side, watching weave slow and careful.

“My darling wife. It looks like the start of something beautiful.

[thedasbest]

her face was tinted pink as she shifted to catch his kiss on her lips, her hands on his shoulders

she couldn’t seem to find her voice though she was beyond happy and plainly so

[pandorantales]

He smiled and hugged her tightly, peppering her with kisses.

“Have I done well in mending the problem, My darling?”

[pandorantales]

Days passed and it seemed kotyk had found her place sitting at a weaving loom. Her swift nimble fingers darting across the threads tossing the shuttle back and firth " oh, hello my husband " She smiled

Khalor had admittedly been busy. After the attainment of the woman, things needed to be reorganized, a few things shifted to make room and accommodate the sudden influx of people. Still, things eventually fell back in to the routine, as it always did. His tribe was resilient and this was hardly the biggest thing to happen to them. Khalor had made a bed within his tent for Kotyk and although their time together was less frequent than it had been her first day, he was just as kind to her in their every encounter. He felt joy in learning Kotyk had found a home within the camp, joining the small group of women and tiny-fingered men that enjoyed weaving.

That word, husband, it never failed to send a warm buzz in his chestm and bring a smile to his lips. It may have only been a few days, but he did not regret his deal. Leaning down, he pecked her cheek and squatted at her side, watching weave slow and careful.

“My darling wife. It looks like the start of something beautiful.

[thedasbest]

kotyk looked at him in shock for a moment before repeating in a soft mousy voice

“love me?”

her face turned pink and while she still cried, she couldn’t help the smile that bloomed on her face, she tried to speak-only to make a small squeak, settling instead to hug him close

[pandorantales]

He hesitated, surprised himself on saying those words. How could he say that, and without thinking? They barely knew each other. And yet they felt right on his tongue and Khalor pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

“That’s what I said, is it now?”

[pandorantales]

Days passed and it seemed kotyk had found her place sitting at a weaving loom. Her swift nimble fingers darting across the threads tossing the shuttle back and firth " oh, hello my husband " She smiled

Khalor had admittedly been busy. After the attainment of the woman, things needed to be reorganized, a few things shifted to make room and accommodate the sudden influx of people. Still, things eventually fell back in to the routine, as it always did. His tribe was resilient and this was hardly the biggest thing to happen to them. Khalor had made a bed within his tent for Kotyk and although their time together was less frequent than it had been her first day, he was just as kind to her in their every encounter. He felt joy in learning Kotyk had found a home within the camp, joining the small group of women and tiny-fingered men that enjoyed weaving.

That word, husband, it never failed to send a warm buzz in his chestm and bring a smile to his lips. It may have only been a few days, but he did not regret his deal. Leaning down, he pecked her cheek and squatted at her side, watching weave slow and careful.

“My darling wife. It looks like the start of something beautiful.

[thedasbest]

still the tears spilled although she merely looked at him with confusion

“…you have such beautiful women here, why…why me?”

kotyk looked at him with urgency, a need to hear him

[pandorantales]

“Because you are unique.” He smiled softly and ince again pulled her into a hug. “Because the site of your smile send this shock of warmth through me. Because I am happy to see you happy. Because I have tried the woman of my tribe and it ends badly. But you are your own person and I love you.”

[pandorantales]

Days passed and it seemed kotyk had found her place sitting at a weaving loom. Her swift nimble fingers darting across the threads tossing the shuttle back and firth " oh, hello my husband " She smiled

Khalor had admittedly been busy. After the attainment of the woman, things needed to be reorganized, a few things shifted to make room and accommodate the sudden influx of people. Still, things eventually fell back in to the routine, as it always did. His tribe was resilient and this was hardly the biggest thing to happen to them. Khalor had made a bed within his tent for Kotyk and although their time together was less frequent than it had been her first day, he was just as kind to her in their every encounter. He felt joy in learning Kotyk had found a home within the camp, joining the small group of women and tiny-fingered men that enjoyed weaving.

That word, husband, it never failed to send a warm buzz in his chestm and bring a smile to his lips. It may have only been a few days, but he did not regret his deal. Leaning down, he pecked her cheek and squatted at her side, watching weave slow and careful.

“My darling wife. It looks like the start of something beautiful.

[thedasbest]

he was so warm and she couldnt help but lean into his embrace, as he spoke she peeked up at him and tried to find her voice

“i…im sorry- i just..”

quickly big pearly tears spilled down her face leaving her eyes red and puffy

“i wish you could have picked a wife that you wanted- i’m sorry you’re stuck with me. im s-sorry”

she began swiping the still pouring tears away from her face

[pandorantales]

He was taken a back in surprise and he gently lead her to sit on the edge of his bed, he sitting beside her. With large, yet surprisingly warm hand, he lifted her chin up and brushed the tears away with her fingers.

“Hey, hey... Kotyk, that was never what I meant and... I’m sorry if I lead you to believe that. Kotyk, I am happy. I very much made the decision to marry you, and I certainly do not regret it. I am not “stuck” with you by any means. I enjoy your company, I enjoy you. Ko, I want you and I... I-I... feel for you. I feel deep affection for you after only a few days. I want you to be mine.”

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[pandorantales]

Days passed and it seemed kotyk had found her place sitting at a weaving loom. Her swift nimble fingers darting across the threads tossing the shuttle back and firth " oh, hello my husband " She smiled

Khalor had admittedly been busy. After the attainment of the woman, things needed to be reorganized, a few things shifted to make room and accommodate the sudden influx of people. Still, things eventually fell back in to the routine, as it always did. His tribe was resilient and this was hardly the biggest thing to happen to them. Khalor had made a bed within his tent for Kotyk and although their time together was less frequent than it had been her first day, he was just as kind to her in their every encounter. He felt joy in learning Kotyk had found a home within the camp, joining the small group of women and tiny-fingered men that enjoyed weaving.

That word, husband, it never failed to send a warm buzz in his chestm and bring a smile to his lips. It may have only been a few days, but he did not regret his deal. Leaning down, he pecked her cheek and squatted at her side, watching weave slow and careful.

“My darling wife. It looks like the start of something beautiful.

[thedasbest]

she looked up at him, her bright blue eyes glassy as she gave just a small nod

[pandorantales]

Khalor held her close in a tight, warm hug, her head tucking beneath his chin.

“I hurt you with my words and it fills me with guilt. But I cannot apologize properly without knowing how I hurt you... Ko, what was it that I said that caused you sadness. I want to be sure it never happens again...”

[pandorantales]

Days passed and it seemed kotyk had found her place sitting at a weaving loom. Her swift nimble fingers darting across the threads tossing the shuttle back and firth " oh, hello my husband " She smiled

Khalor had admittedly been busy. After the attainment of the woman, things needed to be reorganized, a few things shifted to make room and accommodate the sudden influx of people. Still, things eventually fell back in to the routine, as it always did. His tribe was resilient and this was hardly the biggest thing to happen to them. Khalor had made a bed within his tent for Kotyk and although their time together was less frequent than it had been her first day, he was just as kind to her in their every encounter. He felt joy in learning Kotyk had found a home within the camp, joining the small group of women and tiny-fingered men that enjoyed weaving.

That word, husband, it never failed to send a warm buzz in his chestm and bring a smile to his lips. It may have only been a few days, but he did not regret his deal. Leaning down, he pecked her cheek and squatted at her side, watching weave slow and careful.

“My darling wife. It looks like the start of something beautiful.

[thedasbest]

quietly she stepped in, her head low as though ashamed…

“i am sorry”

[pandorantales]

Both eyebrows went up in shock and he got to his feet walking over to her. Very gently, he touched her shoulder.

“Please, Ko... You have no need to apologize. I was the one to make a falt, and I am the one that should be apologizing to you, My dear. May I... My I have the honor of hugging you?”

[pandorantales]

Days passed and it seemed kotyk had found her place sitting at a weaving loom. Her swift nimble fingers darting across the threads tossing the shuttle back and firth " oh, hello my husband " She smiled

Khalor had admittedly been busy. After the attainment of the woman, things needed to be reorganized, a few things shifted to make room and accommodate the sudden influx of people. Still, things eventually fell back in to the routine, as it always did. His tribe was resilient and this was hardly the biggest thing to happen to them. Khalor had made a bed within his tent for Kotyk and although their time together was less frequent than it had been her first day, he was just as kind to her in their every encounter. He felt joy in learning Kotyk had found a home within the camp, joining the small group of women and tiny-fingered men that enjoyed weaving.

That word, husband, it never failed to send a warm buzz in his chestm and bring a smile to his lips. It may have only been a few days, but he did not regret his deal. Leaning down, he pecked her cheek and squatted at her side, watching weave slow and careful.

“My darling wife. It looks like the start of something beautiful.

[thedasbest]

kotyk found herself sitting alone and her stomach fell low, had she upset him so much? did not want to be near her?

she stared at her plate for a while, her mind racing as panic and anxiety played with her thoughts. twisting them up and giving them teeth to bite at her mind

after the meal had grown cold she took it back and gave it to another…nervously she walked to the tent. thought she couldnt seem to step in for a moment she simply wring her hands standing by the entrance

[pandorantales]

Even though she didn’t enter, he could see her shadow on the tent. His ears had picked up the sound of her soft footsteps on the hard ground and he could smell her scent, usually so calming, waif through the air. Sitting bolt right up on his bed, Khalor cleared his throat, his near desperation soft in his voice. His words were practically a plea.

“Ko please come in... I would very much like to see you, if you will allow me...”

[pandorantales]

Days passed and it seemed kotyk had found her place sitting at a weaving loom. Her swift nimble fingers darting across the threads tossing the shuttle back and firth " oh, hello my husband " She smiled

Khalor had admittedly been busy. After the attainment of the woman, things needed to be reorganized, a few things shifted to make room and accommodate the sudden influx of people. Still, things eventually fell back in to the routine, as it always did. His tribe was resilient and this was hardly the biggest thing to happen to them. Khalor had made a bed within his tent for Kotyk and although their time together was less frequent than it had been her first day, he was just as kind to her in their every encounter. He felt joy in learning Kotyk had found a home within the camp, joining the small group of women and tiny-fingered men that enjoyed weaving.

That word, husband, it never failed to send a warm buzz in his chestm and bring a smile to his lips. It may have only been a few days, but he did not regret his deal. Leaning down, he pecked her cheek and squatted at her side, watching weave slow and careful.

“My darling wife. It looks like the start of something beautiful.

[thedasbest]

She turned from his kiss and Despite how he lifted her face she looked away

“ as you wish ”

She slipped away and walked to the center of the village with her head low.

She didn’t see his expression or how sorry he felt

[pandorantales]

Khalor allowed her to slip from his fingers and just watched her wail away, his heart aching uncomfortably. He was no stranger to unhappy women, men as well. Being the leader of his large tribe, he’d made many a decision that upset a handful of people in exchange for caring for the whole. But this... guilty, passive anger Ko displayed was so foreign and so uncomfortable for him. Instead of following her to the meal pavilion, he returned to his tent to think. Khalor played the conversation over and over in his head, pinpointing exactly when her mood shifted, but still unsure of exactly he had said to upset her. Eventually, he gave up and decided to wait for her return, 

[swampbastards]

Cuddles and Fluff

[pandorantales]

Lochan giggled softly and wiggled a bit in her arms, pecking Kayin’s cheek lightly.

“C’mon, girl. Up and at ‘em. It’s morning time.” The tiny blonde squirmed in the hold Kay had on him, her growling making him squirm harder. He pecked a few more spots on her cheek and neck in hopes it might loosen her grip. “Hey, Kay. Don’t you want breakfast? And sun? And to stretch your muscles?”

[swampbastards]

Well, the kisses were nice at least.  She did relax her hold somewhat, at least until he started talking about sun and ridiculousness.  She managed to open both eyes this time, and pin him with a glare.

“Ko si.”  She grumped again and pounced on him, wrapping him in a hug and peppering his face with sleepy kisses.  “ Kọ, kọ,  kọ, no…”  She punctuated each kiss with the word.  “I don’ wanna…the bed is comfy, joto na nzuri, and it has you in it.  Why ya gotta take that from me, dara ọkunrin?”

[pandorantales]

Lochlan understood about half of what she said, able to guess the meaning of a few words and left clueless of the rest. Each kiss she placed on his face made the blood rise to his cheeks in to a deep red, and he sighed, slumping back against the mattress in defeat.

"Okay, but you do realize some of us have stuff to do today? Also, I have no idea what you just called me, but I'm assuming it wasn't something offensive. At least, I'm hoping. But who knows."

Biting his lip lightly, he thought momentarily before his hands started moving. He was patting her body, searching for her ribs. Fingers moved swiftly and attempted to tickle her.