#amab x reader

[harbinger-of-enmity]

Shamefull Giant/Tiny Thoughts . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

AMAB Giant Reader x Unnamed Tiny Character 📌

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

❥ I’d love to have a tiny of my own 🫶

[moosetongues]

🐍🐍 NSFW WARNING 🐍🐍

naked snake x amab!reader

currently obsessed with the idea of having one-off filthy gay sex with snake during MGS snake eater. a couple of ideas are swarming around... let me get them out there. this also turned out wayyy longer (and lazier- oops) than i ever anticipated, so be warned!

no warnings to note except mentions of death/violence and threats with knives.

youre a russian soldier on patrol unsure about your duties to your country. you know damn well you arent interested in dying to the rogue american youve heard has infiltrated your base of operations. you try to leave it all behind through the woods, but something isn't right- and suddenly, youre spun around with your back to a mans chest and a knife to your throat. his hands clasp over your mouth but he tells you if youre quiet he will pull away. his voice is rough and his hands feel large where they grab at you, and theres a moment where you hesitate at the thought of losing his hand. you nod anyways because in the back of your mind you know better; this could be life or death.

he takes his hand away from your mouth and instead grips your shoulder and pulls you closer to him. youre pressed as close as you can be now, your ass flush against his crotch and your back perfectly aligned to his chest. you can feel everything: the strength of his body, the heat radiating from him, the power behind it all, and even the distinct bulge pressing against you. you inhale sharply when you notice- you figure the adrenaline must be high for him, and when would an agent stranded in a foreign wilderness ever really have a chance to relieve himself?

he speaks, the tone of his voice trying to draw you back to reality, but your own lack of privacy from your recent station is clouding your thoughts. the knife presses tighter against your throat now, and you finally snap back. he needs information you don't have- you're too low rank to know anything of importance. you stutter over your words through heavy, grounding breaths and tell him you don't know much, but you are leaving for good... and maybe you can help him. your words are laced with truth and suggestion; you do your best to look back at what you can see of him and moan out a simple 'please'. you wonder if he heard it at all.

suddenly, youre on the ground on your back. the knife moved during the scuffle but now its back to your throat where it belongs. he seated himself on your lap, the bulge in your uniform pants meeting the curve of his ass perfectly. youre glad to finally see him; hes even more handsome than you couldve hoped for and even more frustrated looking than you could have imagined. he looked terrible; how long had he been doing this? how long had he been out here?

before you could continue to drink in his appearance, you felt movement and pressure on your groin- delicious pressure, a response to a deep ache that had grown between the two of you. the man had placed his free hand down on his own knees where he sat atop you and had begun to grind on you. the knife at your throat swayed ever-so-slightly, the pressure waning and waxing and the threat growing weaker as you knew the man on top of you was beginning to get more preoccupied with the thought of getting off.

you moaned in time with him as both of your heavy military-issue pants caught just right and sent a shock of pleasure through your core. you looked up at him with pleading eyes as he desperately attempted to do it again, to no avail; you needed to take over soon or neither of you would get what you wanted. you reached one hand out slowly and spoke up softly in order to not alarm him. "let me help... please."

the man startled out of his own lustful haze, but your hand was already grasping at his erection through his trousers. for a second, the knife at your throat pressed harder until the situation truly settled in, and he caved. the knife was moved, finally, to directly next to your head, stabbed in the ground and ready to be used again at a moment's notice. you took the hint.

your gloved hands were poor for unzipping his trousers, so he took the liberty of doing it for you and working on your own. as he did, you ripped the offending glove off with your teeth, discarding it somewhere nearby and using your newly free hand to help pull your cock out.

now here you were: fully clothed except for your aching erection which was mere inches away from someone who, reasonably, should have killed you by now. this man was not only a stranger in a foreign land, but an enemy and a spy traversing his way through an unforgivable wilderness doing more than you ever dreamed of. and now, against all odds, you were going to help him get off.

you prop yourself up on your elbows to get a better look at him; his cock is thick and mean looking, precum already leaking from the tip as he gently strokes the base of his shaft. you swallow hard as you watch for a second, but you don't allow yourself to get swept away. you reach your free hand out to grasp at your own cock and bring it to his. you hear a quick inhale as you get your hand around both of them, barely able to grasp them but just enough to hold them together and begin stroking. the sensation is divine- both of you are high on adrenaline, pent up, and dripping with a mix of sweat and precum. its so perfect, you swear that this was always meant to happen like this: alone in the woods and pinned down with another mans dick against your own.

you watch as he leans forward and spits on your hand as you stroke; its enough to make you moan and question if you really would last much longer with someone like this. the two of you silently find a rythm as he begins to rock against you, and you keep a pace that is just fast enough to get you both off but slow enough to savor the feeling. he continues rocking against you, groaning and biting his lip as he chases his high with you. he is gorgeous.

you can feel your climax approaching, and your ability to stay quiet is wavering as the tide grows within you. you fall back onto your place on the ground, using the hand that was once propping you up to now muffle your moans as you continue stroking. the man above you grunts as he shifts, and you feel as his weight changes- when your eyes open, hes above you, looking into your eyes and pinning your cocks even closer together between your two bodies. you feel nearly suffocated by the proximity, his breath tangling with yours and his sweat-heavy hair being pulled down close to your own.

just when you thought it might be too much, your hand slowed; the new position didn't lend itself to movement like before, so you struggled to find a new way to stimulate the both of you before the soldier spoke up. "just- let me..."

your hand was swatted away in favor of the man above you beginning to rock against you. your cocks met in the middle of your space, and each roll of his hips caught the head of both of you and caused you both to groan in pleasure. you began to meet him in motion as well as you could from your place, pivoting your hips to move against him. you were close before, and now, you were right back on the edge with him.

your sweat and breath and moans mixed with his as the both of you frantically chased your approaching orgasms. somewhere in the back of your mind, you wondered if this would be the last thing you ever did. would he kill you once he was done with you? was he using you as a means to an end? all of your thoughts of worry subsided, if only briefly, when his eyes opened once more and you both met the other's gaze. something about this was intimate.

"im close," he groaned out. his forehead inched down gently to meet yours as you both looked between your sweat-slicked bodies to watch the debauchery happening between you. other than the slight scrunching of your normally pristine uniform, you wondered if anyone would ever know if you chose to return to your base. for him, it was nearly the same; his numerous straps and belts were perfectly placed and his shirt was only slightly askew, but it was his face paint that gave him away. the sweat he'd gathered in his desperation had begun to leave streaks through his camoflage. maybe, if he let you go after this, you'd tell him it could use a touch-up- but that was later, and this was now, and the way his makeup ran and spread across his blissed-out face sent a jolt of arousal down your spine.

suddenly, you felt it. the high you'd been chasing was here, and instinctually, you reached a hand up to the back of the soldier's neck and gripped as you bucked up against him. he was close too, his previous warning echoing as he came first. his cum slicked your still-moving cocks and you tipped over the edge with him shortly after; you weren't sure when you both stopped moving, but you did, and the air suddenly felt too cool for you both to be so exposed.

as the air settled, your thoughts raced again. you looked desperately to the knife you'd nearly forgotten about next to your head and back up to him. he was fully lucid now, the lust clouding his mind before gone and the mercenary you had heard about back in front of you. before you could even think about moving for any weapons or even pleading your case, the knife was gone. you watched as he cleaned the bit of dirt off its end and sheathed it back into its holster nonchalantly.

your mind was still swimming as you watched him re-situate himself. he was up and off your lap in a moment, his dick back in his pants, and his uniform almost just as nice as you'd seen it the first time. almost.

you took the opportunity to tuck yourself back into your pants as well. you weren't in nearly as good of a shape as he was- your uniform was in disarray and covered in dirt, and you had a new stain on the front from where you'd cum. good thing you had no plans of going back; you can't imagine what the other soldiers would say if they saw you like this.

before you could get off the ground yourself, a hand was extended to you. you thought for a moment, concerned, but you took it anyways. you were pulled effortlessly up onto your feet and in close to the soldier. "don't make me regret this." his grip on his hand loosened and suddenly, he was gone. you heard the rustle of nearby bushes for only a second before there was nothing. it was just you again in the woods with your thoughts of the strange soldier and your even stranger encounter.

you didnt linger on him long- not right now. in a moment of clarity, you searched for your missing glove, and when it was back on your hand, you were off again to a place much better than this.

[lavender-wolfie94]

Control

Post op Trans!Simon Riley x gn!reader smut. 🏳️‍⚧️

Warnings: Sex (duh), foul language and I think that’s it. Not a warning but the pet name ‘Bug’ is used to describe reader because I love bugs and I headcanon Simon as loving bugs as well. 🪲 No mention of the readers gender or genitalia. As the title says, Simon is a post op trans man and if you don’t like it, cry about it ☺️✨

Also, I can’t believe this has to be said but NO MINORS. I don’t like kids and I’m not your baby sitter, you shouldn’t be here. I will block you if you’re underage or have an ageless blog.

You and Simon were currently seated on the sectional watching the rain out the window.Simon’s arms wrapped around you as you curled into his side, his face on top of your head, just inhaling your scent.

All. was quiet until you spoke up, breaking the gentle silence, a question on your mind that had been itching at you for a while.

“Hey,Si?” You said as you leaned up on your elbows to look at him, his eyes fluttering open at your voice and movement.

“Yes,Bug?” He looked at you lazily, his gaze filled with comfort and the unmistakable feeling of love radiated off him, he was whipped.

You looked at him a smiled slyly, “How good is your self control?” You said as you cocked your head to the side in a display of innocence but Simon knew it was anything but.

He hummed and grabbed your waist, kneading it with his thumbs. “It’s impeccable,love.Best there is.” And there it was, that smirk, that self confident, bordering on arrogant smirk. You were going to wipe it off his face

“That so?” You chuckled lowly, seductively, he knew he was in trouble. Walking your fingers up his chest till you grabbed his chin, forcing him to look into your eyes, his pupils were starting to dilate.

“So what you’re saying is, if I were to give you the sloppiest head you’ve ever received and then fuck you senseless right here on this couch, you’d be able to keep your hands to yourself?” You raised an eyebrow, challenging him.

Fuck… he really was whipped.

The gulp he took was audible. All he gave was a hum of agreement, not trusting his voice to stay steady if he spoke; this caused a grin to form on your face as you slid off the couch.

“Then you won’t mind if I give it a shot?” You say as you begin to slowly strip off your clothes, Simon’s eyes following every movement with an appreciative gaze.

“Go ahead.” His voice was back, except it was darker, hungrier. You were fully stripped before he began to remove his sweatpants.

“I said no touching.” There was an authoritative tone to your voice that had his eyes shooting up to look at you in surprise. Never had he seen this side of you before, he loved it.

Walking over to him, you take both of his hands off his pants and place them at his sides. “ You keep your hands here, I’ll be doing the touching.” He said nothing so you looked at him expectantly, all he gave you was a nod, the smirk long gone from his face but you were no where near done with him.

You inched your way to his pants and began pulling them down slowly, revealing his cock. “ Mmm, you have such a pretty cock, Simon. So pretty and all for me.” You say as you trace the length with one finger while pumping his balls with your other hand to get him erect.

Simon began breathing heavily, he clenched his hands into fists to regain control, you haven’t even started yet and he was coming undone.

Once he was fully erect, you leaned down to the head, giving little kitten licks while staring at him. He watched you with hooded eyes as you took him in your mouth fully, letting out a hiss that ended in a groan as you took as much of him as you could.

You hummed at the taste, Simon always tasted good. The musk and salt setting heavily on your tongue, you would have lost control yourself if you hadn’t remembered your goal.

You began to set a steady pace with your mouth as you rubbed his base with your thumb. Simon’s stomach clenched at the feeling and he let out a breath to stabilize himself. Your mouth was just too good, it felt too heavenly.

The sounds you were making were sinful. When you said you’d give him the sloppiest head, you weren’t kidding.

His knuckles had turned white from how hard his fists have been clenched. He wanted to touch you, he wanted to touch you so badly it hurt. He had to stay strong,though he could feel his self control slipping, it always did with you.

You began to move faster, squeezing his base harder and taking him as deep as you could with your mouth. He began to let out small whimpers and moans and you could see the muscles in his stomach spasming, he was close.

Before he could reach his climax, you took your hand from his base and removed your mouth with an audible pop. The groan you received was feral, frustrated.

“Easy, Si. I’m not done with you yet.” You grinned. This was just too much fun. Having your usually stoic boyfriend that prided himself on his self control falling apart in your hands was just too good to rush. You wanted to take your time.

He looked at you with hooded eyes, still breathing heavily. He said nothing, but his eyes said it all. ‘Fuck me’ was written on his face clear as day, and you would do just that.

“Shhh, baby, I’ve got you.” You whispered as you pushed his shirt up to his chest, revealing his very sensitive nipples. You leaned forward and took one of his hard nubs into your mouth, sucking lightly.

Simon moaned and bucked his hips, this was just too much. He kept his hands at his sides, almost clawing holes into the furniture. A strangled noise bubbles up inside of his throat that sounded desperate. It was, but he wouldn’t speak.

He didn’t have to, you already knew what it was. ‘Please’ that’s the word that’s at the tip of his tongue and you were going to make him scream it.

Straddling his lap, you positioned yourself over his cock, flushed red and desperate for release. You looked him directly into his eyes as you sank yourself onto him. You both let out moans as the head breached your holes entrance.

“F-fuck” Simon stuttered, throwing his head onto the back of the couch as you placed your hands on his shoulders and started a slow rhythm.

“Oh, Simon.” Your voice was breathless, needy, you needed him to lose control, to beg, to touch you, you needed it.

So you began to go faster, clenching your muscles around his cock, milking him for all he’s got, you wanted him to unravel. And he does.

The first clench of your hole around his cock sends electricity straight to his core, he couldn’t take this anymore. You were just so beautiful, riding his cock and treating him like a fuck toy that was made just to get you off, he loved it.

He began to break. With a gulp and a shuddering breath, he spoke. “D-darling.” It was barely audible, you could barely hear it over the lewd squelching sounds of your combined fluids.

But you did, and you knew just what he wanted however, you wanted to drag this out a bit longer.

“Yes, my precious boy?” You spoke in a breathless whisper, hips stopping to gyrate on his cock.

“Mmm! Pl- AH!” Simon moaned as you began to play with his nipples as you rode him. “What was that baby?” You feigned ignorance. Usually Simon would have said something, called you out on your shit but he was far too fucked out to care.

With a deep breath he spoke, “Please.” It was desperate, submissive, but you wanted more.

“Please what Simon?” You said as you grabbed his shoulders for leverage and lifted yourself off of him to where just the tip of his cock head was in the entrance of your tight hole.

“Unn! Please. Please can I..” he didn’t finish, he was breaking but he needed just a little push to get him over the edge.

“What do you want my good boy?” He moaned at your words and the squeezing of your tight muscles on his cock head. He clenched his eyes and his fists so hard you were beginning to worry but before you could say anything, he spoke loudly.

“Please! I want to touch you, please, please, please!” Was his declaration, so needy and wanton of course you had to reward him. After all, this is what you wanted.

He let out a gasp as you sank back down onto him quickly and began to fuck him like your life depended on it. “Touch me, Simon. Touch me.”

That was all he needed before he grabbed handfuls of you. Gripping every part of your body as you fucked him. Both hands gripping your ass as he chased your mouth for a kiss and you gave it to him.

Deep, sensual and filled with all the love you had. Simon’s senses were filled with you, tears began to spring to his eyes at the stimulation.

Before long you began to lose steam, your legs becoming tired. You cradled his face with both hands before saying “Fuck me, baby, fuck me good”

Simon didn’t need to be told twice. He gave you another passionate kiss before wrapping both his arms around your back and bringing you to lay down gently on his chest. And with his feet planted on the floor he began to pump into you at a pace that made you see stars.

“Fuck! Simon, yes baby!” The house was filled with your moans and the slapping of skin but you couldn’t hear it due to the ringing in your ears.

Simon’s thrusts we’re getting sloppy, his moans more high pitched and broken, he was almost there and so were you.

With a final few thrusts he buried himself to the hilt and repeated your name as if it were a mantra,you following shortly after. He thrusts a few more times as you ride out your highs. You lay there panting, catching your breaths.

You felt Simon rub up and down your back for a while after you’ve calmed down. Everything was peaceful until you spoke up. “Impeccable my ass.” You let out a giggle as Simon rolled his eyes and pinched your ass as his cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

Yeah, Simon was always in control on the field and on base but he was a mess with you 💀💙