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NSFW -ish

You’re standing on the edge of the kitchen counter, barely taller than the salt shaker beside you, when you feel it, that shift in the air. The kind that comes with movement. With mass.

You turn.

They’re there, of course. Towering. Shirt hanging loose over their torso, hair messy from fingers that have run through it a few too many times. And then their eyes drop to you. Slow, deliberate, and something wicked flickers behind their gaze.

Their hand braces casually on the counter beside you, fingers landing with a deep thud that makes the surface tremble under your feet. Their hips lean forward next, slow and unhurried, until suddenly, your entire view is filled by the massive swell of their bulge, barely restrained by the fabric of their sweats.

The sight steals the breath right out of you.

The fabric is strained. Thick, warm, and unmistakably hard. Right there. Inches away. The curve of it enormous, ridiculous, casting your whole body in shadow. You swallow, legs rooted, unsure whether to step back or fall to your knees.

It’s a wall of fabric, stretched tight over something far too large for your world. You can see the tension in it, the swell beneath the cloth, the way it pulses subtly with restrained want. Their bulge hangs like a planet overhead, hot, barely contained, the curve of it pressing in close enough that it dominates your entire line of sight.

You don’t even have time to react before their hand comes down behind you. broad and firm,two fingers landing on your back to push you toward them. Not hard. Just… enough.

Enough to press your tiny body flush against them.

Their breath catches. Yours does too.

The heat is instant. Radiating through the fabric. You feel it pulse. Throb. Every twitch of their body moves you like a leaf caught on a current. Your arms splay out helplessly, your legs dangling, pressed face-first against something that dwarfs you completely.

“Mmm,” they hum from above, voice low and teasing. “Now look at you,” they murmur, voice thick, teasing, impossibly deep. “Standing there like you didn’t do this to me”

You squirm. Of course you do. But it only makes them laugh, that slow, rumbling chuckle that shakes through the ground beneath your feet, through their hips, through you. Their hand lingers behind your back, holding you there, not cruel, just… amused. Possessive.

“You feel that?” they murmur, rolling their hips ever so slightly, enough to rub the thick swell of themselves against your squirming body. “That’s what you do to me.”

And you?

You’re flushed. Breathless. Trapped between the vast pressure of their desire and the sheer impossibility of escape.

And deep down, you don’t want to escape.

Above you, they groan low in their throat. That sound wraps around you like a tide, like a cage.

You simply burn.

it is now SPOON JUNE

Ex Dee

I call this one the "Ferngully Effect"

commission for @bishie-haven♡

"You were the first person to show me kindness."

Like imagine you’re right up against the chest of a giant, you can hear they’re heartbeat which already is loud by itself. Not too loud, it’s comforting. But then- you feel them shift- and you literally feel the breath enter they’re lungs before they speak.

“Don’t worry little one- I’ve got you.”