#i should have made his nose and cheeks redder

[rotten7rat]

12 year old Jay (12 and a half, if you asked him)

Posting this before I look at it too much and don't like it anymore

#jason todd #robin #robin!jason #curly haired jason todd #its supposed to be curly anyway ☠☠ #i can't stop giving him little monkey ears #who needs a grapple when you can just glide from building to building #thats the real reason he wears that giant red helmet #to hide those ridiculous ears #kidding #unless #i should have made his nose and cheeks redder #he was always sunburnt as a kid #bruce forgot he was ginger until they stepped into the sunlight and he could smell something cooking #and then realised it was his son #bruce also burns #but not because he's ginger just because there is no sun in gotham

[regressionschool]

Doe sat on the floor, surrounded by adults who once knew her as an independent, capable woman. Now, she was relegated to the role of a regressed girl, her naked form only covered by the thick diaper she has to wear now. Being regressed and exposed like this was humiliating, but she had long learned that protesting was futile.

The adults chatted above her, their voices carrying a condescending tone as they discussed Doe's regression. Doe shifted uncomfortably, the cool air on her bare skin a constant reminder of her vulnerability.

As the conversation droned on, Doe's discomfort grew. She could feel the pressure in her abdomen, a clear sign that she needed to mess her diaper. She glanced around, hoping for an opportunity to slip away unnoticed.

When the moment finally presented itself, Doe seized it. With quick, quiet steps, she made her way to the master bedroom. Once inside, she closed the door behind her, creating a small sanctuary away from the prying eyes.

Doe took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She knew what she needed to do, but the embarrassment still weighed heavily on her. With a resigned sigh, she lowered herself to the floor and allowed the inevitable to happen.

As she sat there, feeling the warm, squishy sensation against her skin, Doe couldn't help but feel a mixture of humiliation and relief. It was a stark reminder of her current reality, a reality she had reluctantly accepted.

Once the deed was done, Doe knew she should return to the gathering but she couldn’t muster the courage. Daddy led the way into the master bedroom, the other guests following closely behind, their whispers hushed with curiosity. As they entered, the unmistakable scent of a messy diaper greeted them, causing Daddy to playfully wrinkle his nose.

Unbeknownst to Doe, Daddy had suspected that she would try and sneak off. He had hidden nanny cams in all rooms of the house, so he could broadcast a  live feed to the group of friends gathered in the living room. When the live feed revealed Doe's messy accident, it became a source of curiosity and amusement among the guests.

They watched as she tried to hide her mess and delay the inevitable diaper change. Giggles and whispers filled the room as they exchanged knowing looks.

The curiosity of the friends piqued, they decided to venture to the master bedroom.  The bedroom door creaked open, and Doe was met with the gaze of her friends and Daddy, all wearing knowing smiles and playful expressions.

"Well, it seems our little Doe had quite the adventure, didn't she?" Daddy quipped with a teasing grin, glancing over at his friends. "I hope you all have strong stomachs!"

The guests chuckled, some nodding in understanding.

Daddy's voice, warm and teasing, filled the room. "Well, well, what have we here?" he mused, amusement dancing in his eyes. "It seems our little Doe had a bit of an accident."

Doe's head hung low, her fingers fidgeting with the edges of her diaper. She couldn't bring herself to look at Daddy or the guests who were witnessing her moment of shame.

Daddy knelt down in front of her, his hand lightly patting the messy diaper. "You know, my sweet Doe," he teased, "there's no need to be embarrassed about this anymore. You're a little one now, and it's perfectly natural."

Doe's cheeks grew even redder, but she couldn't deny the truth in Daddy's words. She was no longer the independent woman she used to be, and she needed to embrace her new reality.

"Alright, my little stinker," he teased gently, "time to get you all cleaned up."

As he carefully removed Doe's soiled diaper, he couldn't help but continue the playful teasing. "You know, Doe, you're really keeping me on my toes," he remarked, his tone filled with mock exasperation.

Once Doe was clean and snugly diapered, Daddy gave her a gentle pat on the bottom. "There we go, my little troublemaker," he teased, his eyes twinkling with affection.

The photo was provided by the adorable @patheticallypampered

#ab/dl caption #ab/dl stories #ab/dl diaper #diaper stories #diaper captions #ab/dl girl #regression school #diaper bulge

[tears0fsatan]

                ♰          ・        𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐄𝐍𝐃!

✦ ⊹ ˚˖ warnings... nsfw! minors, ageless blogs and fem aligned do not interact, dom human m!reader, sub sea monster!leviathan, size difference, loss of virginity (levi LOLLLLLL what a nerd), tentacles...

 :¨·.·¨ ♥︎  a.n... obligatory levi sea monster fic but my take on it lololol (also yeah im posting this in december fuck you this is the most productive i've been in a year ok let me have this) someone wrote this really sweet tag on one of my recent works and it gen helped me out with my insecurity so thank you for that

 #﹏����ㅤHEART SHAPED HICKIES MASTERLISTㅤ. . . ㅤ !! ( ☠️ )

how you found yourself in this situation, with your cock stuffed inside leviathan and his tentacles circled around your body, you weren't all too sure, all you knew was that he felt fucking amazing wrapped around you. the very mythical sea beast your ancestors had revered for thousands of years and the one they claimed to be the guardian of the seas was here writhing away beneath you, face flushed with a crimson hue that was nearly overshadowed by the fluorescent shine that matched the skin that made up his tentacles.

when you went out to search for the mysterious gaze sailors often sung about, you sure as hell hadn't thought about being entwined with the very creature you set out for.

the moment you left the reef, the heavy weight of a stare on your back ate away at your suspicions of the sailors tale that there was something watching them out at sea. it was the type of stare that made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end, as if sensing danger before your mind could catch up, one that reminded you just how large and desolating the ocean was.

everyone knew that a sailors story was, at its core, nothing more than an alcoholics drunken rambling. it was natural to take any tale to whichever poor bloke fell victim to their incoherent word vomit at face value and entertain them with faux interest and encouragement to break away sooner. so it came to no ones surprise that you wanted to prove their stories wrong, to confirm whether it was all hogwash to impress pretty little things into their bed or whether there really was something much bigger than a mere human such as yourself could comprehend.

all you wanted was a confirmation that such a legend could exist, everything else that occurred had be completely beyond your expectation.

a stray tentacle shakily grazed the side of your cheek, bringing you out of your short-lived flashback to focus on the watery eyes that stared up at you with poorly hidden jealousy paired with a slight pout. it took everything in you to not coo at the ancient sea beast who seemed upset that your mind was elsewhere while in the middle of being intimate with him, instead choosing to nuzzle your nose against his as a sort of unspoken act of apology.

if the tentacle relaxing against your cheek was anything to go by, it was safe to say he forgave your momentary distraction.

"don't worry, i was only thinking about you." a hot puff of air fanned over his face along with your whisper, the flush on his face growing redder. leviathan's eyes darted away, the eye contact becoming too intense for him to handle amongst all your other ministrations.

the honeyed words had more of an affect on him the longer he had to process what you uttered, for the moment they finally registered in his mind his walls clamped down around you. his reactions gave away his inexperience despite the poised demeanour he tried to mirror from, presumably, other ancient beings like himself.

"you're much more sensitive than i thought. is it because no one's ever touched you like this, leviathan?" while the idea of a sea monster who lurked beneath the waves and merely watched as intruders breached his home as they pleased had never been put in a situation like this before had you feeling more riled up than ever, it was still hard to swallow that a man this gorgeous had never been admired as he should've been.

you drank up the pretty crimson blush that, at this point, stained his cheeks, taking note of the way the shine spread across his face the more stimulated he was. it was far more adorable than it should've been for a creature double your size who could've killed you faster than you had the chance to think about it.

the weight of your stare bore down on him and in a moment of insecurity, his hands moved to cover his face in an attempt to shy away from your eyes. who could blame him? the intensity in which you looked at him with criminally inviting half lidded eyes that made him feel exposed, like one look from you had shed him of all the barriers he put up around himself and he was laid bare in front of you for you to consume whole.

even though he was the leviathan from human's stories whose unbridled envy and rage caused devastation to many from the onslaught of tsunami's and leaving only destruction in its wake, he couldn't help but feel powerless writhing underneath your gaze.

"y-you're staring too much!" he cried out, using one of his tentacles to cover his face now that his hands were out of commission. you tutted, the pretty vision below you suddenly taken away by a rogue tentacle you had no way of pushing away.

"well, i can't look at you if you keep hiding your face." in an attempt to soften his anxious mind, you rested your forehead against his, nosing gently at the tentacle that stood between you and him. despite the tenderness you showed through your nuzzling, your hips spoke of a different story. he stuttered at your rough pace, the earlier kindness for his inexperienced self nowhere to be found.

while keeping one hand wrapped around his wrists so they couldn't move and come between you and the captivating shimmering flush that dusted his face, you reached out for the tentacle that obstructed your view. it didn't struggle in your gentle hold, letting you pick it up and guide it to your face as you willed. little by little, you brought it closer to your mouth, darting your tongue out to take an experimental lick.

the texture was what you expected, similar to the feeling of the inside of his mouth but not exactly, the liquid that coated the tentacle akin to the saliva that dribbled down leviathan's chin with a slightly sweet undertone. it was slightly rougher than you initially imagined, perhaps due to the element that made the skin shine, like that of a softer cow tongue.

the other tentacles surrounding him flailed, whether in pleasure or overstimulation you couldn't quite determine. just as much as his reactions turned you on, your gestures were equally arousing to him and it showed in the way he clenched around you and the way each individual tentacle twitched in their own way.

if someone had told you that your search for the sea beast that sailors talked all high and mighty about was here, whimpering and whining at the slightest movement of your hips you wouldn't have believed them in a thousand years and yet, here you were. perhaps going with your impulsion and taking the chance to seek out the tales was the best decision you had ever made.

© 2023 TEARS0FSATAN. please don’t translate, modify, repost or plagiarise my works anywhere.

#READ TWS #៹ ࣪˖. 🎧 dark mode ﹒ᶻz #៹ ࣪˖. 🎧 special﹒🂾 #obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me leviathan #obey me x reader #obey me x male reader #obey me x gn reader #obey me x you #obey me x mc #obey me smut #leviathan x reader #leviathan x male reader #leviathan x gn reader #leviathan x you #leviathan x mc #leviathan smut #sea monster levi #kinktober #kinktober 2023

[sanjisblackasswife]

“ℝ𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘”

𝚉𝚘𝚛𝚘 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚖!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Black Fem Reader

Zoro Giving Body Worship Here

CW: Soft! Zoro, Zoro is a bit resistant, Sensual Massage Kissing, Oral, Praise, Talks of Zoro having an Insecurity

It’s not that he hates you. It’s not that he hates the attention, it’s just

When it’s Zoro’s turn to recieve the love you want to give back he isn’t sure if he should accept it.

“You don’t have—-“

“I want to…”

It’s so late in the night, his body is tired and slightly sore and all he requested was to call it in early with you to hold him, but you noticed how weak he was so you did get a little beside yourself to use it to your advantage

“Just relax please.”

Like the good boy he is he allows you, but still has his doubts.

You love his body and the scars that come with it. The love can get overwhelming to him sometimes so dont hold it against him when he retracts back to your touch.

You sit on his pelvis, both of you in the nude, you can feel his heartbeat go faster as you touch his chest, you smirk.

“I love you, Zo…”

You say it so often to him, yet he still flinches, wanting to tell you it back so badly, but he feels frozen. You know, you understand the dilemma and that’s why you peck his lips to confirm with him.

“You’re so loved…” Your hands massages his neck and his chest, you looked like an Angel. He wasn’t a religious man by any means, but he would become a believer if it meant you were the closest thing to Heaven. “And I know you know that, but it’s still nice to tell you.”

“Y/n….”

His tanned skin against your finger tips, glistening under the lamp from the oil you rubbed against him, you couldn’t help but to turn this massage naughty.

Which he knew from the way you suggested to do a simple activity naked, so he allowed it.

His hands firmly on the fat of your hips as you indulge yourself in kissing his neck, leaving pretty marks on him, surely he won’t mind. You pepper his pretty chiseled face, small huffs of laughter break from his nose feeling a little tickle from your feathered kisses.

“I love your body, Zo….so perfect.” You hold up his face for him to look at you, his cheeks as red as can be grows even redder when you softly kiss his eye scar, then down to his cheeks, back to his lips.

Zoro didn’t get choked up easily, but if he could think of a time he almost broke it would be now. His eyes slowly closing, basking in your touches and kisses, it was something he felt like he didnt deserve but loved to know he could get.

“Even with these scars I still find you so attractive.” You grab his much larger calloused hand, kissing his knuckles while staring at his low gaze before resting it on your breast. "I love every inch of you."

He smirks, caressing it giving it a light squeeze.

He knew he was an attractive man, but that didn’t stop him from feeling a bit less than worthy of being praised this much because of how he took care of himself. He didn’t mind getting dirty, getting scratches and marks. You were the opposite too, remembering how you had a meltdown just from a small bruise on your knee, which is why always treated you like glass.

“Y/N you—“

“Sh shs shhhh. This is about you.” You push him back down seeing that he was objecting to you grabbing his shaft giving it slow strokes, his spine arched a bit, feeling him grow harder in your hand you kiss his leaking tip, before taking him all in as much as you could while fondling his balls a little which always made him breathe out your name so deliciously.

Small whimpers of your name fall through Zoro's lips, cursing in his native tongue as you picked up the pace, the bitter taste of his skin and oil you still hum in delight for being able to be blessed to make a man such as him feel good.

Zoro groans in pleasure, his legs moving up and down the sheets anticipating of his first orgasm of the night, you of course don't mind, swallowing the cum that pour out and onto your tongue he reaches his hand out to you, having a sudden craving to kiss your lips again.

His strong arms holding you close you moan onto his mouth, grinding against him, there wasn't a blemish on his body you left unkissed and appreciated and your big swordsman didn't know how else to thank you.

Breaking the kiss, he holding your waist and hand and guides you down onto his tip, whimpering his name loudly it echoes in your shared room, feeling every inch slide inside you.

You try to let go of his hand, but he doesn't looking up at your beautiful brown body he kisses your tummy before allowing you to move.

It was a long yet passionate night for you both rustling against the sticky sheets. Moaning, crying, and screaming his name until the sun rose. Zoro didn't even mind you taking charge that night. It wasn't a common practice with you both but in due time he has learned that it's okay to accept the love you have for him.

#one piece #TimikosZoro #black reader #one piece headcanons #one piece x female reader #zoro smut #zoro #pirate hunter zoro #zoro x you #zoro x female reader #zoro x black reader #one piece x black!reader

[aimbutmiss]

Buggy gently held the face in front of him, fingers wrapping around the jaw to keep it still. He was supposed to go in for the eyeliner next, but the man in front of him flinched as soon as Buggy's fingers brushed his face, the reaction barely visible to the untrained eye. But Buggy knew Mihawk, or he thought he did, at least to a certain extent. He liked to think he improved a lot when it came to reading the hawk eyed man, especially compared to when they first formed Cross Guild. And what all that improvement entailed now, was the fact that the swordsman was uncomfortable. He let go of his face just as gently as he had held it.

"What's wrong?"

"..."

Buggy frowned and slumped his shoulders at the lack of response. "I let you do that horrifying gothic clown makeup on me, remember? Because I trusted you. But I'm not planning on turning you into a clown or anything, it's just your usual black eyeliner. So, trust me?"

"I do trust you." Mihawk sighed heavily, uncrossing his arms. "It's not about that. It's just... I'm not really used to- to this." He motioned between the two of them, trying his best to convey his feelings. He clearly needed more practice in that department, but Buggy took it in stride. They could work on it later, and frankly even this was an improvement.

Buggy retreated a bit, putting some more distance between them. "We don't have to do... this." He motioned between them just as the other had. "I just thought it would be fun, like last time. Even though I ended up looking straight out of a horror story, at least the process was enjoyable. Relaxing even."

Mihawk gave a small smile at that. "I thought you looked rather dashing in black."

Buggy rolled his eyes. "Of course you did. But I think I'll leave that to you. Wouldn't want to steal your schtick."

Mihawk's eyes squinted in amusement. "You couldn't if you tried."

"Nice try, but you can't provoke me like that. I'm not even going near black face paint for the unforeseeable future."

It was Mihawk's turn to roll his eyes, but he didn't say anything. They had fallen into a comfortable silence when Mihawk slowly reached for Buggy's hand, delicately caressing it with his thumb as Buggy held his breath.

"I'm sorry, I'm being difficult. This was supposed to be fun... But I'm okay now, you can continue."

Buggy shook his head, squeezing the hand holding his. "It should be fun for us both, I can't enjoy it if you're not enjoying it as well. You don't have to force yourself."

"I'm not." Mihawk looked Buggy in his big, round eyes that looked like they were portals leading straight to the ocean, his stare as unwavering as his voice as he spoke. "I'm not usually comfortable with people at this proximity... but I've come to find that I really don't mind it with you. I like it, in fact."

Buggy gulped, unable to break the intense eye contact. He didn't really know what he did to get into the swordsman's good graces, but he wasn't gonna mess it up no matter what. He gently reached for his face once again, getting in position to finally draw on the eyeliner.

"Don't move or I'll smudge it." He said, almost in a whisper.

Mihawk simply hummed in understanding, staying still as the waters of the Calm Belt. Buggy's breath was tickling his cheeks, and his hands were warm. He did his best to watch him do his work without moving, carving every inch of his focused face into memory.

"You're beautiful."

The words came out of his mouth without thinking, flowing as naturally as his haki through Yoru, and they made the clown still in his movements.

"What?"

Mihawk gave a breathy chuckle as Buggy's face grew redder by the second. "You heard me, beautiful."

Buggy moved back a bit, staring at the man as if he grew a second head. "What's gotten into you?"

Of course, Mihawk completely ignored him. "You look cute when you blush."

"Oh my God, can you stop?!" Buggy's face was now matching his nose, and Mihawk could swear he could see some steam coming out of his ears.

"You're not very good at taking compliments, are you?"

"I take them all the time! From my crew and my fans... It's just, unexpected from you."

That made something inside Mihawk twinge, but it didn't show on his face. "Then I'll have to compliment you more until you get used to it."

Buggy seemed to be struggling to put his thoughts into words, confused out of his mind at the other man's words. Did he eat something off? Was it a devil fruit user? Because something had to be wrong. But in the mess going inside his head, only one word was able to make its way to his tongue:

"Why?"

"Because I love to have your attention, your eyes on me, your hands on me... and your kindness. But I need to be kind to you as well to deserve it. This, right now... I don't deserve this, as things stand."

Buggy stared at the man in front of him for a moment, before slowly reaching out to cradle his face. "You are kind to me."

"Not kind enough to make up for the things I did before."

So, that's what this was about. Buggy sighed in understanding. "You apologised. I accepted your apology, and Crocodile's. Neither of you have any need to feel bad for your past mistakes."

Mihawk opened his mouth to speak but Buggy shushed him, pressing a finger on his lips. "I forgive you. Just take my word for it, idiot."

"... Alright."

Buggy smiled wide. "See? That wasn't so hard."

Later that evening, Crocodile walked into the tent to find a sleeping Buggy, drooling on a sleeping Mihawk. The swordsman's face was smudged with eyeliner, and the evening breeze was washing over them from the open window flap.

But neither of them were cold when they woke up, covered by a blanket they didn't remember getting.

#i was struggling big time with this one #I keep saying I'm gonna try to write more Crocodile but then end up with bughawk #sorry not sorry #I'm just obsessed with them #it's okay croco baby I love you and your time will come. promise #one piece #buggy the clown #dracule mihawk #sir crocodile #cross guild #bughawk #buggy x mihawk #my writing

[decadentjellojaloppy29]

Your shoes untied.

Cardinal Copia x reader

Copia tries to confess to you but it kinda goes sideways thanks to an unexpected guest in the middle of his confession. Poor Copia.

Warnings: very suggestive content not even suggestive it’s like the suggestions aren’t even there it just is what it is, we’re not “alluding” to anything it’s all plain as day.

🔲🔳🔲🔳🔲🔳🔲🔳🔲🔳🔲🔳🔲🔳🔲🔳🔲

Copia bit his finger nails as his shoes clicked on the marble floor. 

He swore to himself that today he’d stop being a baby and tell you how he felt. The other papas could do it how hard could it be.

It was only you. 

Only you and your soft skin and gorgeous eyes and amazing smile. All of that and more making his skin feel hotter by the second, the tips of his ears growing ever redder just thinking about you.

Sweat started to bead on his forehead.

‘I can’t do this.’ He thought to himself speed walking away from your bedroom door.

He sped around the corner only to hit something.

Or someone. Just his luck.

“Hey cardinal.” You waved, grabbing his arm with your other hand so he wouldn’t fall over.

“Ciao cara- wuh uh sorella, I mean.” He stuttered.

You cocked an eyebrow at him, giving a warm smile.

“Something the matter?” You questioned placing the hat he’d dropped back on his head. 

He wrung his hands as he tried to find the words. There was no excuse he had for backing out now. Here you were, right in front of him. 

You could tell he was nervous but didn’t know why. 

“No…things the matter I just- I just wanted to ask you something. Or tell you something rather.” Copia’s voice strained as he tried to smile a convincing smile at you. 

You oblivious to how many different things were going through his head right now. The person he couldn’t keep his eyes off of and often got teased for it. 

He shook his head out of his thoughts, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand.

“Yeah sure but I should let you know something before you go.” You replied leaning on the wall behind you. 

Copia’s mismatched eyes shot up to look you in yours. Could this be it? Could you confess to him before he confessed to you? Could all of this turn out to be easier than he had anticipated. Could he be kissing you sooner than he’d hoped, holding you close and caressing every inch of you as he wanted to do so badly. 

“What is it, dolcezza? You can tell me, whatever your heart desires cara mia just ask and it wi-“

“Your shoes untied.” 

You interrupt, pointing at the undone laces. His eyes look down at it as his shoulders drop. 

“Thank you.” He strains, crouching down to tie them.

Now he mentally slaps himself, there’s no way you weren’t catching on to what he was gonna tell you now. All you had to do what say a couple words and he was spewing his feelings like a fire hydrant.  

‘How many pet names did I call her in the span of those few seconds. Did she like any of them?’ He thought while tying his shoe.

You stood, one foot hooked behind the other waiting for him to continue.

“You wanted to tell me something?” You asked leaning toward his now standing form. 

There’s no way you didn’t know, not when you looked at him like that. 

That’s the face of someone who knows.

“I-I-I uh I’m- I needed to tell you that…” he trailed off, his eyes getting lost in yours. 

The way you were looking at him, smiling in admiration even when he was making a complete fool of himself.

You brought a finger to his lips hoping it’d get him quiet. 

And it worked.

His eyes bore into yours, the way he looked at you now made it hard for you not to jump on him right then and there.

Big eye, freckles littered on his cheeks. But you wanted him to have his moment.

“Copia, don’t think too much, it’s me. Say what you gotta say. Worst I can say is no right?” You smirked at him.

His eyes lit up. You did know. Why would you make him say it then if you already knew.

Copia took a deep breath through his nose, he opened his mouth to speak and-

“Oi Copia is this the one you said you’d let do anything to you?” Terzo practically yelled from 7 feet away, waving his arms frantically as though what he’d said didn’t get your attention already.

Copia’s face. Turned. Red.

He felt his soul leave his body, all that could leave his mouth was a squeak. 

The two of you just staring at the older papa.

“I think you said something about reverse cowgirl and another thing about doing it on one of the tables in the dining hall. Oh! I almost forgot the thing you said about the confessionals and the blind fold. You absolute animal you.” Terzo went on, wagging his finger. Yelling way louder than what was necessary even catching the attention of a few passersby. 

Copia didn’t dare make eye contact with you. He was frozen in fear.

Petrified.

Why did he ever let himself get drunk around Terzo, he knew something like this would be let out eventually, of course in a public setting.

“Ok I’ve gotta go now but don’t spare any details when we go out drinking again. I wanna know eeeeverything.” Terzo said giving a wink before walking away.

He knew what he had done, it was all part of his plan. Get Copia drunk enough to tell him something and then embarrass the ever loving shit out of him in front of you.

The poor Cardinal couldn’t move. He was humiliated. He could see you in the corner of his eye looking back at him. 

He couldn’t bring himself to turn to face you.

“So…confessionals huh?” You asked, swinging your hands behind your back, looking down at a Copia who you were surprised wasn’t in the fetal position on the floor now. 

Copia swallowed so hard he thought he might choke. His face was red as anything, he was sweating bullets and he looked like he would explode any minute now. He pursed his lips as he dared to look back up at you.

“Probably not the best idea to go drinking with Terzo.” You stated plainly trying to give the Cardinal a minute to breathe. How could he come back from that?! What on earth was he supposed to say.

“I…never said anything about a blindfold…” he stated quietly, “it was more like a rope.” 

There was no way he could make it worse now so he decided to just say the first thing that popped into his head.You nodded trying your hardest to keep a straight face. Stalking behind him you leaned closer to his ear.

“Who says we can’t try both?” You whisper.

The grin on his face grows as his knees get weaker. 

You grab his forearm and tug him behind you. He doesn’t dare object.

#Ghost #ghost x reader #cardinal copia #cardinal copia x reader #ghost fanfiction #ghost band #papa emeritus fanfiction #papa emertius

[weird-an]

“Can you help me with this zipper?” Argilly >:)

Billy is a little shit. He has been trying to get in Argyle's pants ever since they moved together three months ago. Has been batting his eyelashes at him, walking through the apartment butt naked, claiming to have forgotten his towel, telling Argyle how flexible he is, how much he can take.

And Argyle is tempted.

It's just that Billy never dates. Fucks a lot, always different men, never the same. Laughed at Argyle's question if he ever wanted to commit with that much self disdain it made Argyle sick.

The problem isn't that Argyle doesn't want to fuck Billy. The problem is that he wants to hold his best friend too, that he wants to make him breakfast, make him feel good and that he wants to keep him.

Only Billy is making it hard for him. Argyle lost count how many times he had jerked off with Billy on his mind - and next door.

Today is even more of a challenge. Billy still wears his dirty jeans from work and no shirt. He is showing off his chest, a few golden curls growing on his pecs.

"Argyle!" He grins at him like a cat that's getting its cream.

"Can you help me with this zipper?" he asks, sounding almost bored. "It's stuck and I need to get ready for my date."

Yeah. Those dates when Billy brings home broad men with black hair that probably treat him like shit and still make him moan like a whore. Sometimes he yells Argyle's name so loud, it's embarrassing.

"You can't be serious, my dude." Argyle shakes his head.

"Please," Billy says. "Help a guy out."

Argyle bites his lip, because he remembers the first week of living together when he told Billy that if he wanted something he'd have to say please like a good boy.

He leans forward, pulls the zipper down with ease - and he sees the glint in Billy's eyes too late. It's a trap and he should have known better, but you can't blame a guy for getting distracted by Billy's abs. It's only natural.

Billy is going commando. Always does, like he mentioned many times. He's half hard, cock a little red.

"Like what you see?" he asks with faux innocence - but Billy Hargrove has been a lot of things in his life and innocent isn't the word Argyle would choose.

"Pretty," Argyle says, because Billy is pretty and his dick is, too.

Billy's cheeks turn pink, maybe not the answer he had been looking for. Maybe Argyle can turn them a bit redder. He should probably let go, but he's always been one for a good ounce of hedonism.

"Shouldn't you thank me?" His thumb presses against Billy's dick. Billy's hands tremble. "For helping you?"

He lets go, unable to avert his gaze from the glistening tip.

Billy tugs at the waistband of his green sweatpants, hungry and impatient. He pulls his pants down and only when the cold air hits his skin, Argyle realizes he's hard himself.

Billy sinks on his knees, licking his lips. His pupils are black holes, eating up the bright blue of his iris and Argyle feels like he's smoked too much.

He wraps his lips around Argyle's cock, tongue teasing the slit.

Argyle groans, pleasure growing inside him, hot and electrifying. He bucks his hips forward.

Billy struggles a little to take all off him, spit running down the corner of his mouth. Argyle pauses, waits until Billy relaxes around him.

He strokes Billy's cheek, feeling the muscles work underneath there. He's moving a little, until Billy swallows his length whole, lips stretched wide. Billy's nose rests against the base of his cock, blond curls against his black ones.

He begins to bop his head back and forth. Argyle's groaning, can't help but to tell Billy how good he is, how beautiful, how perfect. He feels Billy shuddering with every word, but never stopping to twirl his tongue around Argyle's dick. It's addicting and Argyle can't be one of the guys Billy takes home and never speaks to again.

Argyle tugs Billy's hair, pulls him off his cock.

"This isn't a one time thing," he says, more a statement than a question. He can't let it be.

Billy blinks at him, gaze glassy and lips swollen.

"It isn't," he agrees hoarsely.

Something inside Argyle untwists. Like when he's had a long day and takes the first puff of a joint. Only Billy is better than any drug he has ever taken.

Argyle feeds him his cock again. Watches Billy's throat convulse around him, can't hold back anymore. He's fucking his mouth, sharp, impatient thrusts.

Billy's wet warmth and the thought that Billy is his, that none of these guys can ever touch him again, push Argyle over the edge.

He comes hard, his orgasm shooting him into foreign galaxies where all the stars have the colors of Billy's eyes.

He's riding out the high, fucking lazily into Billy's mouth, hand still buried in the blond mullet.

"Let me take care of you," Argyle says. He pushes a bit of his come that dribbled out back between Billy's lips. Billy sucks on his fingers, before letting go with a wet pop. "You've been so good."

"That's..." Billy clears his throat, face red. Argyle looks down. Milky release runs down Billy's tanned stomach, his cock softening against his jeans, still not pulled down.

"You can go again, right? A really good boy." Argyle grins. "Wanna hear you scream my name for me for once. "

"Always screamed it for you," Billy admits.

"I know."

#argyle literally says the words good boy in the show so how could I not? #billy grew so desperate he had to make up the dumbest excuse #i didn't expect anyone to send me an argilly prompt #i wanna hug you anon! #argilly #billy hargrove #argyle #argyle and billy #billy hargrove & argyle

[k-martins]

N.A: I've been thinking a lot about writing something quick and cute itafushi so I found this list of @novelbear and couldn't resist writing something about these two. Good reading! :D

Adorable wasn't exactly a word attributed to Megumi.

At least, Yuji never heard anyone call him that - maybe Gojo sensei , but to the most powerful jujutsu sorcerer anything that looks threatening must be adorable or comical.

Yuji 's experience , Megumi had many adjectives that were the complete opposite of cute. Cold, scary, stoic, a tired bitch, grumpy and boredom personified – thank you, Todo.

Of course, it wasn't for less.

Megumi's face seemed to have been molded to carry that poker face forever , his features relaxed, but still firm and confident. The emerald eyes stared seriously at the viewer, almost as if reading the poor person's own soul – One or two girls already shuddered when Megumi glared at them, even though he just wanted to buy popcorn for the movie session they were going to. It also didn't help that Megumi rarely laughed, had a prickly neutral tone of voice, and perhaps a dark aura that even normal humans were able to sense.

It wasn't exactly the kind of thing most people found cute or adorable.

But, looking at the raven-haired boy now, Yuji was sure that everyone was sorely mistaken!

Wrapped in a big, heavy blanket, a steaming cup of ginger tea in hand, wearing slippers with dogs that resembled his shikigami – these were truly, undeniably adorable – and the black threads shooting in various directions made Megumi the most adorable thing Yuji had seen in a long time. He looked so small and fluffy, like a big sulking burrito . It didn't help that the only visible part of his body was his face pressed into the soft, warm fabric of the blanket, making his red cheeks and nose that much more prominent.

The sight made Yuji melt like jelly on the sofa where he sat with his legs up and a forgotten issue of the manga he loved in his lap.

How could anyone call Megumi scary when he looked like a walking cinnamon roll?

It looks like Yuji was taking too long looking, as the other boy raised an eyebrow, puzzled.

"What it was?"

Oops .

"Nothing. Just thinking..."

"This is dangerous."

In another moment, Yuji would have exclaimed a “ hey ” with mock indignation, but now he could only laugh a little. Megumi sipped some of the tea, the steam making his cheeks even redder. It is still surprising to Yuji to see how easily Megumi blushes, whether from the cold weather or embarrassment. In either case, it's cute.

After almost a minute of silence, Megumi puts the mug down and gives him a hard look.

“Do I have something on my face by any chance, Itadori?”

Yuji just laughed some more, looking admiringly at that expression torn between confusion and anger. He looked like an angry kitten.

“No, that's not it. It's just that…” He took a deep breath, trying to force the words out of the laughter. “You look so cute in that blanket, Megumi.”

Megumi's long eyelashes flutter as he blinks, mouth pulling up in a shy pout. His cheeks get a rosier tone, which makes Yuji 's own smile open a little more.

“I'm not cute” He snapped, sinking into the blanket, getting exactly fluffier.

"Yes, you are!"

“Stop it, Itadori.”

“But you look so adorable.” Yuji got up until he was close to the other boy, reaching out to cup Megumi's warm cheeks, squeezing them affectionately. He grew the two centimeters that differentiated him from the other boy in the summer, now being able to look him straight in the eyes. “It looks like a burrito . A very fluffy burrito .”

Even redder, Megumi raises his fist to hit Yuji 's head , the blow causing nothing but a fit of laughter from the pink haired boy.

“Stop calling me cute, idiot!” Megumi groans. “I'm not adorable. I am a jujutsu sorcerer .”

“And should that be exclusionary?” He hums the question, leaning in to where the boy's fist rests on his head. When Megumi doesn't respond, Yuji smirks. "There is! Got you!"

"Shut up."

But Yuji ignores this, quickly slipping one arm behind Megumi's knees while the other holds him behind his back, carrying his bridal style with ease. The sorcerer gasps, focusing on balancing his hot tea which still spills a few drops onto the blanket.

“What the fuck…?”

"I said..." Yuji brings his face close to Megumi's, bumping his nose. “I got you, my fluffy burrito .”

"Do not call me like that. It's stupid.” The other complained, but still sank against Yuji's chest, the pout still stuck in his face. Then, intent green eyes rise to meet Yuji 's , one brow arched behind bangs. “Where are you taking me, kirby?”

Again, Yuji melts into a puddle of jelly, delighted at the discovery of Megumi's hidden cuteness .

A cuteness that only he has the right to see.

That's enough to get you drunk.

“Oh, since you're a burrito …” Yuji laughs when Megumi punches him in the chest, but continues anyway, pressing his lips to his boyfriend's soft red cheek until she narrows his eyes. The scent of ginger and vanilla dances around your nose. "I think I'm going to eat it."

Megumi blinks in disbelief, lips parted in a silent 'o', and Yuji runs to his room, where the heat will be off and they can snuggle together under the heavy, warm blanket.

He couldn't want more.

Or maybe yes...

#fushiguro megumi #jjk #megumi fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen #itadori yuji #fushiita #itafushi #yuuji itadori #burrito #cute prompts #otp writing #fluff prompts #jjk fanfic #megumi x yuuji #megumi x itadori #god this is so corny #Megumi is not cute he is harcore #<<<< is the title of my document #it is next to “I should go back to church” #because I need to cross myself with holy water after discovering itafushi's smut fanfics #thanks for reading this shit

[kalolasfantasyworld]

Hiya Lola! For the ask game, can I get 3 and 16 pls? ^^

Hi Laura! 💕

Yes of course you can 😁

3. Once again Nozel takes Helena to see the sea for the first time

16. The little Silver Eagles birdies one shot (I love it so much ^^)

3. That encompasses my style

Another part from when Nozel takes Helena to see the sea for the first time -> chapter 21 again

“What is it?” She asked, but Nozel did not answer. He just stared at her.

She made a fews steps towards, him and got out of the water. Her toes were getting too cold anyway. The sand stuck to her feet, when she approached Nozel. She halted in front of him and looked up. Her deep, dark eyes mesmerised and curious. Helena’s lips were a bit redder than usual.

Nozel not saying anything lifted his arms and grabbed the sides of her head scarf. He gently unwrapped it and pulled it off her head, letting her hair loose. He folded it and placed it on their cloaks. They gazed into each others’ eyes in silence. The dark brown and light purple intertwined.

“Thank you for taking me here,” Helena whispered. “We managed to be on time for the sunset.”

Nozel put a strand of her hair behind her ear and his palm stayed on her face. Helena shivered. He leaned in and placed a slow kiss on her lips. The Silva pendant, which hung from his braid brushed her cheek. Helena responded, but putting her palms on his chest and clutching his mantle.

They felt free. Out in the open, not worried about anyone seeing them. It was just the two of them. Not the Princess Helena Drazel of the Diamond Kingdom, or Prince Nozel Silva, the captain of the Silver Eagles, but two people who were happy to be together. They were not bothered by their past, or responsibilities.

“I wish it could always be like that,” Nozel spoke up for the first time in a while. His voice was quiet and he looked down.

16. From a recent piece I want to brag about

The little Silver Eagles birdies one shot ^^ again The beginning of it this time with a tiny bit of Helena, because the rest is Nozel, Heinry and Noureen focused

Helena was fixing Heinry’s mantle. He needed to tilt his head back, so that she could straighten out the frills of the high neck. A silver Silva pendant was attached right below. It was quite a challange because Heinry was excitedly bouncing up and down. Nozel watched them fondly, before shifting his gaze to Noureen. His other son was sitting on his bed and dangling his legs. The expression on his face was focused and his little nose wrinkled. His red mantle had already been fixed by Helena, so he was just waiting. 

“Now you’re ready,” she announced and stood up, on her way ruffling Heinry’s silver hair. “Are you sure, that you’ll be fine?” Helena turned towards Nozel. “Their nannies could watch over them and I’m sure Rosetta would love to play a little bit with her sobrinos (nephews).”

“Yes, I am sure,” he stated flatly quirking his brow. “Weren’t you supposed to leave ten minutes ago?” 

“I’m certain that Doctor Owen can start the meeting without me,” Helena put her hands on her hips. 

“Without the vice head of the Healer’s tower?” 

“Stop being witty,” she huffed and leaned down towards her two little birdies. “Are you one hundred percent sure, that they won’t interrupt you with your work?”

“They’re future Silver Eagles, they should see how everything is being handled at the base,” Nozel stated. 

“They’re four mi amor,” Helena sighed.

“Four and a half mama,” Heinry corrected her.

“Yes four and a half hijo,” she said and grabbed him by the hand. They both approached Noureen. “Heinry, Noureen will you be good? You can’t distract papa from work, promise? Listen to everything he says.”

“I’m alway good,” Heinry grinned wildly. 

“Sure you are,” Helena did not sound convinced. “Noureen?” 

The brown haired boy nodded. 

“Are you excited as well?” She asked.

Noureen smiled shyly and then once again nodded, this time more energetically. “Okay,” Helena smiled and stood up. “Have fun my Silver Eagles,” she waved at them, grabbed her bag and very quickly left the room, because indeed she was late and Helena preferred to be on time. She would always say this was a matter of respect. 

Her white tailcoat only fluttered behind her before the door closed. 

Nozel crossed his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes. 

One, two, three.

The door opened once again and Helena ran inside. She knelt down in front of Heinry and pulled him in pressing a kiss on his cheek. The silver haired boy giggled excitedly. She then turned to Noureen and tried to peck hims as well, but he pulled away. 

“Bleh!” He screeched. 

“Everyone gets a kiss,” Helena announced. 

“Everyone?” Noureen pouted. “Okay,” he sighed and leaned forward. A small blush spread on his cheek, before Helena pecked him. 

She stood up and approached Nozel. 

“Everyone gets a kiss,” she brightened up and put her hands on his chest, digging her fingers into his feathery mantle. He closed his eyes and felt her grip on harder as she leaned in closer. Her sweet perfume becoming more apparent.

“Blehhh!” Heinry and Noureen both shouted and startled them before Helena managed to kiss him. 

Giving both of his four year olds’ a side eye was probably not one of Nozel’s greatest moments. He straightened up and his expression became flat. Helena just chuckled glancing at them fondly. 

“A short peck then,” she stated and quickly pressed her lips on to his. He did not even get to savour the moment, because she pulled away and was already running towards the door. “Bye muchachos, don’t be a nuisance to papa.” With that she was gone, off to the Healer’s tower.

#Laura 💕 #excerpt ask game #asks #black clover #black clover oc #nozel silva #helena drazel #lovely mutuals #nozel x helena #heinry silva #noureen silva #silva next gen #bc next gen #paper hearts

[slytherinshua]

ZANNA FIRST OF ALL CONGRATS!!! YOU DESERVE THIS AND SO SO MUCH MORE IM VERY PROUD OF YOU <333

second of all you’re in for a ride BC I ACTUALLY NEVER REQUESTED ANYTHING AND NOW ITS MY TIME TO RETURN THE FAVOUR HEHEHEHEH

okay!! first thing that came to my my mind was 22 && 24 from fluff and 18 from action with wonwoo or seungcheol (svt)!! bc i love my man nonu but also cheol is on my mind 24/7 these days… so it’s up to you (besides i don’t think you wrote something for cheol yet!! :D)

MWAH LOVE U AND HAVE FUN <33

WALK IN THE WOODS

genre. fluff. sm fluff. warnings. a lot of blushing and a kiss. pairing. seungcheol x fem!reader. wc. 616. a/n. tysm axe ilysm!! i went with cheol cause i liked him w this idea * haven't written anything for him yet like you said ❤️ like help hes so bf and i'm crying this is so cute 😭 hope you like it!!

It was a snowy day, and just standing by a door brought a small chill to your body. But, you had wanted to go on a walk in the woods since you had woken up - specifically one with your boyfriend. And once you had both eaten lunch, you put on your boots and prepared to walk in the snow regardless of the weather.

“Are you sure you don’t want to grab your coat? Won’t you be cold?” He asked, grabbing his own coat and putting it on. You shook your head, thinking you would be fine in just your sweater.

“My coat would be too hot, I’m fine in just this.” You reasoned, stepping out the door with Seungcheol following behind you. You grabbed his hand, striding along the path to the woods beside your house happily. You looked down at your boots and Seungcheol’s, matching up your steps so that they were in time with his. It was these little things with him that made you smile the most. 

You had been walking for about 5 minutes when you shivered slightly, and it didn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend. He didn’t say anything, only telling himself in his head ‘I knew she would be cold’. But when you shivered again not 2 minutes later, he fought back a smile and turned to you.

“Are you cold?”

“No.” You shook your head, knowing he wouldn’t fall for it. It had been a bit colder than you had expected, but you had said you would just wear your sweater so confidently at the door that you would be embarrassed to admit you were cold now.

“Sweetheart, your hand is freezing.” He laughed, holding up your still intertwined hands for you to see how red your hand was compared to his. 

You sighed, “Fine, you win. I guess I’m a little cold…”

“Here.” He took his hand back from yours for a second to take his coat off, leaving it colder than it was before. He placed his coat on your shoulders lovingly, booping your red nose while he was at it. “You’re like Rudolph.” He giggled, and that only made your face turn redder from the shyness. 

He offered his hand back to you, placing the intertwined hands in your (his) coat pocket to keep them warmer. You swung your arm back and forth softly, looking away from Cheol and at the scenic woods around you. 

While your attention was towards the trees, your boyfriend’s attention was fully on you. Specifically, how cute you looked with his puffy winter coat on. He couldn’t help blushing from it - you were just too adorable for him to handle, and his heart was beating faster from the sight already.

You looked back at him, sparkling eyes and soft smile displayed on your face and he felt like he was going to melt right into the snow. You tilted your head slightly, a smile growing as you looked at his cute pink cheeks which you assumed were from the cold.

He looked away from you and exhaled, breath fogging up from the cold, “You wearing my clothes should be illegal. You look too cute in them.” He admitted softly, glancing back at you with a shy smile. 

“Really?” You stepped forward a bit, and his cheeks turned even redder. You stared into his eyes - and if anybody were to look at your face, they would be able to tell that you were hopelessly in love. 

“Don’t look at me like that… it makes me want to kiss you.” He whispered.

“What’s stopping you then?” You dared, and he barely wasted a second, closing his eyes and connecting his lips with yours.

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[rockingrobin69]

Adventures in the kitchen

800 words, rated M for nudity

“Harry! You’re home!”

The absolute chaos was first to grab his attention. Dishes piled frighteningly high in the sink, vegetable peels littered the floor, and the splashback looked like a warzone. “What… what have you been, erm? Doing?”

“It was going to be a surprise,” Draco murmured. “You weren’t meant to come back so early. I was going to have everything tidied up by six.”

“Baby, it’s half six.”

“What?” he sounded on the verge of panic, now. “Oh, no, wait—shit, could you grab the—no, move out of the way! The chickpeas!”

It took this long to notice his actual boyfriend, running frantically everywhere in the tiny kitchen. He was wearing Ron’s gag-gift apron, the one with the very buff, naked torso drawing. And beneath the apron he wore…

Nothing. Harry forgot how to breathe for two whole minutes.

“I don’t get it, it was meant to be ready hours ago! Why doesn’t… Harry? Are you all right?”

“Hmm?” it took so much effort to pay attention. “Sorry, you were—chickpeas? What are you making?”

Draco’s pout made his heart beat even faster. “I had a whole plan. But the vegetable Pakoras took about forever, and I have serious doubts about the Dal, although the biryani should be nice, and the naan, and—no, actually, that’s it, since the stupid chickpeas won’t cook. I wanted to try that Chana Masala recipe you like. The other day, you said you missed your family’s… But I’m obviously a disaster, and—half six! I was going to take a shower. Get dressed. I’m sorry, Harry, I just… I wanted to surprise you.”

“You sure have,” Harry said truthfully, still far from what he wanted to convey. The words he was looking for were buried under too much affection, flooding his veins hot and fizzy, and delight, writhing in his belly, and this weird, close-to-tears feeling, some sort of excitement he couldn’t name. Draco was so good at making him absolutely speechless. The way he wanted to take care of him, that he put so much effort into the things Harry liked and that might make him happy. And how he was so entirely, enchantingly messy about it; not to mention how he always, always succeeded, even if Harry couldn’t really explain why. It just worked.

“I’m sorry,” Draco mumbled, defeated in front of the cooker, and when he turned to stir the pot Harry was awarded full view of his rear end. He thought he might actually die. Instead he took three steps forward, until he could wrap his arms around Draco.

“You have nothing to apologise for, silly,” he whispered in his ear, laying gentle kisses on his neck. “This is… god, it’s amazing. I can’t believe you went through all this trouble just on an offhand remark I—it smells bloody terrific. God, I’m so hungry.”

He wasn’t when he walked through the door, but now—in the kitchen holding the man he loved, Harry was practically salivating. He kept kissing Draco’s back, his shoulders, until he was a squirming jumble in his arms, giggly and impossibly sweet.

“Knock it off! I still have to watch the bloody chick—”

“Oh, who cares about that. You’ve made enough food.” And Harry was far more interested in this, anyway. He turned Draco to face him with a small kiss for each cheek, then for the edge of his nose. “You’re incredible.”

“I’m very naked,” was Draco’s response, and, yeah. Harry’s definitely noticed.

“Dangerous in the kitchen,” he said, stupidly. His brain was melting with the combination of love and desire and this endless, bottomless pit of Draco in his chest.  

“The apron’s charmed to—what? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” Harry asked, although he knew. Draco’s cheeks went even redder, and Harry was ready to combust into flames right here and now.

“Like that,” Draco grumbled. “Do I have something on my face?”

Well. Yes, there was a little smudge of—maybe turmeric on Draco’s left eyebrow, and that damned blush, and the prettiest, loveliest pair of eyes, and the tiniest barest hint of a smile—

“I’m just. Surprised. You did very well to surprise me.”

The hint became a full grin, rendering Harry far beyond helpless. “Wait till you taste it.”

“I fully plan to,” Harry nodded, and without further ado picked Draco up in his arms. He squealed in protest, but his legs wrapped around Harry anyway, laughing and squirming and loud. He was such a mess—literally, technically, in every way that counted. But he was everything Harry wanted, most of what he needed, and somehow he always succeeded in making Harry feel so… fuck, so loved. It just always worked. Looking into his eyes now, Harry thought he might know why. 

#drarry #fic #some partial nudity #fluff #food #800 words #draco's a mess #but in his defence chickpeas are. not always easy #and harry loves him so much so honestly doesn't matter #even if the dal is way too salty #and the naan is store-bought #and harry can't even eat anything cause he keeps looking at the other side of the table #draco's eyebrow is still a touch yellow #and he can't. he can't #robin why are you still writing this fic #yeah good question all right bye now #RockingRobin69

[twistedtummies2]

“Mmmmm...enjoying your stay down there, Herbivore?” I whimpered and squirmed. My face felt hot, thoroughly flushed...but I was not as warm as the soft, bountiful, oppressively heavy mountain of a bottom that now pressed down over my whole body. I wiggled, feeling the way those doughy, plump butt cheeks shifted whenever my form pushed into them; a shiver went through me as - even restrained by Leona Kingscholar’s tight-fitting black pants - I could feel the depth of the canyon that separated each of his glutes. The humid, musky atmosphere made me feel dizzy...or maybe that was just the weight that threatened to break my pitiful body. He chuckled. I froze, sensing the sadistic amusement in that soft, low laugh. My heartbeat pounded in my ribs, as if threatening to break through my own chest. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach as clearly as he could no doubt feel the hungry rumbles in his. “Heh heh...trying to escape, huh?” his teasing, husky voice drifted down to me. I then squeaked as he shifted his fat ass around me; a rump truly fit for a king, powerfully toned yet plump and bubbly as a booty could be. “Forget it, meat...you’re not going anywhere. Not unless I’M going to let you. And right now?” He flexed his glutes with a soft grunt; I squealed as my bones cried out sharply at the powerful muscles showing their strength beneath the padding of his literally princely posterior. “Mph...I’m not sure I wanna let you go. At all,” growled Leona, with dominant delight. I moaned; my face only turned redder at his words. It occurred to me the fate he was suggesting was something that most would find horrible...but for some bizarre reason, the humiliation and overwhelming degradation of the whole affair was only making me love this massive creature all the more. When he’d shrunk me down and declared he was going to give me “the birthday gift of a lifetime,” I didn’t think this would be what it would lead to. Just then, I felt the weight and pressure shift around me. I gasped for air and blinked as I suddenly felt a stinging sensation. Light! I...I could see light again! I wriggled, but it seemed like the pressure on my lower body was still quite intense; I realized Leona had leaned forward, allowing just my head and part of my upper body to poke free from the suffocating underspace. I whimpered again; it occurred to me that, puny as I must have been, even someone close to him would have had a hard time noticing me in the shadow of his superior form. I could see his tail - like some overgrown willow branch - swaying not so far from my crimson face. Beneath my nose, I could see the surface of the bench into which his ponderous butt was now pressing me...and beyond, I could see the greenery of the botanical garden. One of his favorite places. “Drink it up, my miniature Herbivore,” his voice crooned. “I’m not sure you’re gonna get another chance to see daylight again. As soon as you pass out under my butt...” I heard the gurgle of his stomach, and his tongue slapping against his lips. I should have been terrified - and truth be told, I was - but I couldn’t help but shut my eyes, scrunching up my face in flustered embarrassment. My little hands pawed at the surface beneath me, fruitlessly trying to drag the rest of me free. I managed to utter just two words - “P-Please, Leona...!” - before another chuckle cut me off. “Happy Birthday, Herbivore,” Leona cooed. “Let’s see if you make it to another, huh?” Well, at least I knew I had SOME chance of survival. Not that it helped much. This was the last thought I had before - with a sigh of pleasure - Leona Kingscholar buried me once again, leaning back on the bench. The light vanished...and once more, I was trapped under what had to be tons of plump, plush weight, with only the musk of his rear end to breathe. His final words to me only forced my heart to palpitate again. “Mmmmm...all mine.”

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The art above was the absolutely GORGEOUS work of fellow Leona fan @braxtonprisms. They really put a lot of effort into making this belated birthday gift for me, and I’m extremely grateful. <3 Not much else to say. If you need me, hopefully I’ll still be breathing...but with Leona, it’s hard to say. >///>

#not my art #i'm not an artist #braxtonprisms #kink art #butt crushing #rump smothering #macro/micro #fatass lion #leona #leona kingscholar #disney #twisted wonderland

[talesofesther]

I’m yours tonight - Part 2

Kate Bishop x Reader

Summary: What had meant the world to Kate, didn’t even exist for you.

A/N: Here's a sweet part 2, I don't know if it's my best work but I hope you like it <3.

Masterlist | Read Part 1 here

There was chatter around you, customers coming in and out of the coffee shop, people ordering their breakfast, and waiters passing by you with full trays. It was a busy Saturday morning, you were sitting in a booth by the corner. There was soft sunlight coming through the window and landing on your arm, it was warm, reminded you of a certain someone.

Your unfocused eyes were looking out the window at the busy streets, New York was always in full swing. You saw a lady walking a dog and thought of her again.

The beating of your heart could be felt strongly on your ribcage, under the hoodie you were wearing. It smelled just like her. The guy in front of you was talking, your date; his voice sounded muffled in your ears. The image of her bright, red-rimmed eyes swimming with tears would not leave your mind. And now you were asking yourself how you were able to leave her.

"Are you even listening to me?" He caught your attention only because his hand landed on top of yours. You didn't like the feeling of his touch.

You opened your mouth to say a polite 'yes', but it got caught up in your throat. You should be with Kate, not here.

"I'm really sorry, but I have to go." You grimaced at him, pursing your lips in an apologetic smile.

"What? Are you serious? we just got here." He furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance.

"Yeah, yeah I am." You breathed out, your mind already wandering away to her.

You lied to him when you said you forgot an important appointment, then you lied again when you said you would reschedule. You couldn't find it in yourself to care, he was never that nice anyway.

The path to Kate's apartment seemed endlessly bigger, the sun was warm but there was a breeze flowing. You quickened your steps as you had a feeling Kate would be locked inside on such a pretty day like this. You realized your heart had stayed behind with her this morning.

You pressed the buzzer when you reached her place, and there was a long silence on her end when you said you were back. She opened the door for you with a quiet "okay."

A wagging tail and soft yet huge paws greeted you as soon as you opened the door, Lucky forced you to kneel down for him. "Hello buddy, yes I missed you too." You kissed his fluffy fur as he tapped his paws on the ground in excitement.

Urging him inside, you closed the door behind you and threw your purse on top of one of the counters. Kate stayed sitting on the couch, you could only see her from the nose up as she looked at you over the back of the couch. Her lack of enthusiasm worried you.

"You're back pretty early." Kate's gaze followed you as you rounded the couch and came to sit beside her. "Was the date that bad?" Her lips perked up in a small smile that you could see right through.

Her weak attempt at a joke made you frown, you regarded her for a long time before answering. Kate was sitting facing you, her shoulder and head resting on the back of the couch. Her eyes looked redder than this morning, there were dried tear tracks on her cheeks that she hadn't bothered to wipe away.

You shrugged, moving yourself to sit flush against her, immediately feeling the way her body tensed up. "Maybe I just missed you." You brought your hand up, stroking Kate's cheek with the pad of your thumb.

Kate closed her eyes before your hand even made contact with her. A shaky breath left her lips as she melted against you, dropping her head to your shoulder.

You brought your arm around her, allowing her to settle more comfortably on you. "Talk to me Katie, what's wrong?" You mumbled gently, your lips grazing her hairline. The uneven breathing coming from her lips was warm on your collarbone, it brought goosebumps to your body.

Lucky made his way past you, the soft pad of his paws thudding the floor lowly. The TV in the background gave you something to focus on as you waited until Kate felt comfortable to speak.

"You kissed me last night." Kate's voice held a tone you never heard from her before, shy and low, you wouldn't have heard if she wasn't pressed to you. "A couple of times actually." Kate chuckled, and you felt a single drop of wetness hit the skin of your neck.

Your grip involuntarily tightened around Kate as you processed her words, your mouth hung open with no words coming out. In the back of your mind, in a clouded and blurred memory, you could remember the softest of lips on yours and a familiar warmth tangled with you. If Kate never said anything, you'd pass it off as a blessed dream.

An apology was at the ready on your tongue, you could feel cold sweat forming on your spine for invading your best friend's privacy like that.

"And now I can't stop thinking about it." Kate confessed before you could apologize. "How I wish it was real." She lifted her head from your shoulder with a bittersweet smile, the view caught your heart in a death grip.

"I'm sorry to dump this on you." Kate looked down at her hands, gulping down the lump in her throat.

You took in a long breath, a low chuckle escaped you at the thought of drunk you being much more courageous. "Kate I-"

"You don't have to say anything." Kate cut you off before you could even start. "I know this is um- incredibly awkward." She nodded pointedly, pursing her lips.

Seeing a glimpse of the Kate you knew so well brought a lovesick smile to your lips.

"And I'll understand if you never wanna talk about it again, trust me I wish I could forget it too, I mean-" Kate's words stumbled out of her mouth.

"Kate-"

"-it's not like you did it because you wanted to, I know you don't feel the way that I-" Her voice got more frantic with each new word, you could see her eyes swimming with fresh tears.

"Kate, hey." You cupped her cheeks in both your hands, finally shutting her up. Heavy puffs of air left her lips, her heart was beating worryingly fast. "Breathe with me okay? Calm down." You traced her cheekbones fondly, breathing in and out slowly for her to follow.

A minute passed and you brushed away stray hairs from her eyes. "I'm so sorry for not remembering, but I promise you that I meant it."

You hesitated, feeling your own heart speeding up. Your mouth felt dry with the thought of your next words. "Kate I've loved you for so long, I just never had the courage to- to say, or do anything."

"Really?" Kate breathed out. She was looking back at you with wide and hopeful eyes you could lose yourself in; her lips partly open, fingers clutching the fabric of the hoodie you were wearing.

You licked your lips, eyes drifting down to hers for a second. "Really."

With a hand on the back of your neck, Kate pulled you towards her hungrily. She kissed you with a passion that told you she was holding herself back since the moment you woke up in the morning. Her hand tangled in your hair, yours grasped around her waist as she laid back on the couch with you resting on top of her. There was a warmth to her that you couldn't get enough of, her chest was flush with yours and you could feel your hearts beating the same rhythm.

Kate kissed you slowly, savoring the moment in her own time. Her lips traveled from your mouth to your jaw and to your neck until she buried her head on your shoulder, locking you in an embrace. "You're only mine."

You giggled, knowing she was still upset about you leaving her for your date this morning. You kissed the skin under her ear, causing goosebumps there with your lips. "Only yours."

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[adoracora-elizabeth]

But Papa! Why? Chapter 12

Robert finally makes a move..........

Robert got out of the car, he reached in to pick up the container. He had gone home directly after he had seen that the advert was perfect. His chicken broth needed at least 3 hours on the stove. It was now just after 19.00 o’clock. He hoped Cora had not eaten yet, other wise she could eat it tomorrow.

Before he walked up to the building he paused. Was he going to do this? What if Cora rejected him right on the spot? He was not even sure why he was here and what he hoped for. He would love to know Cora better. He had seen that she was a very smart woman and a hard worker. Something he appreciated in women. She also knew how to show respect and how to behave in public. How she managed to get that deal with Sky Garden was still a wonder to him. And besides all that, she was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. Her chestnut brown curls and blue eyes made him go weak when he looked at her.

He walked towards the elevator, but was stopped by the concierge. “Where are you going sir?”

Robert turned around, he had not even seen that man. He remembered him being there when Cora took Rosamund and him to her apartment. “I am here for Miss Levinson.”

“What is your name?”

“I am Robert Crawley.” He answered.

“Is Miss Levinson expecting you?”

Now Robert was getting annoyed, why was this man stopping him? “No, she doe not know I am coming. But we work together. Miss Levinson works in my office.”

The concierge raised his eyebrows.

“She works for ‘Crawley Advertisements’.” Robert paused and took out his phone. “If it makes you happy, I will call her right now to announce that I am coming up.”

“I guess it is alright. You can go up.”

When Robert finally stood in front of Cora’s apartment door his heart started racing. What if Cora would be mad he was there? Well whatever her reaction would be, he was here now and would take the change of being rejected.

It took a while before the door was opened. He looked into two watery eyes. Cora was wrapped up in a big fluffy bathrobe that she closed high up her chest with her hand, and in the other hand, she clutched a handkerchief. Her cheeks and nose were even redder than when he saw her this morning. The skin between her mouth and nose was shaded red, probably from blowing her nose.

“Robert?” Cora rasped.

“I…. I…..” Robert stuttered, he held up the container in his hands. “I made you some chicken broth.”

Cora only looked at him.

“I figured, that you would be alone, without anybody to cook a meal for you. When you are sick it is important to get healthy food inside your body. And well, as I now also can see, you are in no state to cook a meal yourself.”

Without saying anything Cora stepped back and gestured to Robert that he should come inside.

“Do you want me to heat some of it now for you?”

“Thank you. Is it alright when I sit back down again?” Cora’s sad weakly.

Robert walked to the kitchen and searched for a pan he could use. What a turn of events, he thought. How did they go from hating each other to him standing in her kitchen making her dinner? He was not complaining, he loved this development.

He found Cora curled up on the sofa, with a blanket covering her. She looked up when he stopped before her with a cup filled with soup. “I hope you like it.”

“Did you make it yourself?” Cora asked with a nasal voice due to her blocked nose.

“I did.” Robert saw the surprised look on her face. “I know, not something you would expect from me, but I love to cook.”

Cora brought the spoon to her mouth. “My taste is weird at the moment, but I can tell this is very good. Thank you.”

“I am pleased you like it. There is enough for the coming days, I put it in your fridge.” He sat down on the other side of the sofa.

“That is kind of you. You did not have to do this.”

“It is nothing. Oh before I forget. I have to compliment you. The advert you made is outstanding. Even Mama complimented your work.” Robert coloured when he realised he had said Mama, instead of Violet.

“That is a first, I think, that she said something nice about me.” Cora started to laugh.

Robert gave her a worried look when her laugh turned into coughing. When he noticed she could not catch her breath, he moved closer to pat her back. “You should be in bed.” He said once Cora stopped coughing.

“I have to finish your soup.” She reached for the cup that Robert took from her.

Now Robert laughed. “You still have an appetite, that is a good sign.”

They were silent while Cora finished her soup.

“Is there anything you need?” Robert asked.

“I need this cold to go away.” She sniffed.

“Anything else ma’am?” Robert joked. “Is there enough food in your fridge?”

“I was planning on going grocery shopping tomorrow, but I will order online.”

“Do not be daft, make a list and I will get it for you.”

“Do you have time for that?” Cora asked surprised.

“I will make time. That is why you have friends.” Robert felt his cheeks burn when he saw the look on Cora’s face.

“Are we friends?” She asked.

“Cora.” Robert took her hand in his. He noticed how warm her skin was. “I have to apologise for the way I welcomed you into the company and how I treated you. I do not have a good explanation for my behaviour.”

Cora’s blue eyes stared into his. “It was not very welcoming, no.”

Robert lowered his eyes. “I behaved incredibly badly and I cannot apologise enough for that. You have shown me today, that you are more than just a pretty face.”

“Miss Pretty, is it not?”

Robert pulled his hand back and wanted to sink into the ground. He felt ashamed.

Cora leaned against him and took his hand back in hers. “It is alright. I think I can forgive you.” She padded his hand. “If you do not mind, I am sending you home. I am tired and need to go to bed.”

“I will clean up in the kitchen for you and will let myself out afterwards.” He watched how Cora walked towards her bedroom and disappeared behind the door.

Robert put the dishes in the dishwasher and cleaned the countertop. He then made some tea with a good scoop of honey. Walking towards Cora’s bedroom, he heard her sneezing. She was still awake. https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14282663/12/9He found her already in bed.

“I made you some tea. Get some rest, I will come back tomorrow morning for your shopping list.”

Cora’s eyes closed, and she nodded. “Thank you”

Robert let himself out, he had a weird feeling. Had they just started something? A friendship maybe?

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[practicecourts]

a @jilymicrofic of sorts, written for the valentine exchange for @mppmaraudergirl, whose Soup James is my absolute Hero!

Read on AO3 or below the cut.

Hero Without a Cape - (Feb 7 : Taste)

The soup was warm, hot really. The delicious smell made his mouth water but he should wait a bit before taking a sip if he didn't want to burn himself.

“Oh Potter, you didn’t,” a very muffled-sounding head girl stood in front of him. Her hands reached for his bowl of soup, he automatically handed it to her before his brain started to protest. “I can’t believe you got me soup. James, you really are a hero, thank you so much.”

“I’m not sure… I… Well, a hero?” was all he could stammer. His protesting brain suddenly filled with fuzzy thoughts. He saw steam rise up from the bowl and noted the tiniest drops of sweat on her forehead, maybe it was the soup damp that had landed there. She was shivering a little bit, and her eyes looked redder than usual but she was still as charming as ever to him. Even with a nose that was clearly blocked and the smallest hint of red dry skin underneath it. He thought for a second that his co-head would take a bath in the hot soup from how she held the bowl almost pressed into her body. 

“Not all heroes wear capes, James,” she said and then she stood on her tiptoes and her face was suddenly closer to him, he held his breath as those soft lips he’d stared at for months, well years really, were suddenly almost pressed to his. He could almost feel her soft touch on his own lips, and then she kissed him on his cheek. The touch was scintillating and he just wondered if she wouldn’t do this sometime again but then instead of kissing his cheek, maybe she would kiss his mouth, touch his lips, taste him and… but he was getting ahead of himself, she was just thanking him for bringing her soup now that she was clearly ill. And maybe the fever had addled her brain and that’s why she’d kissed him in the first place. Maybe she wouldn’t even remember. But he knew he would. He touched his cheek, just to make sure it was still there. 

He answered her smile with one of his own, and then he stared at her as she made her way to the comfortable couches in front of the roaring hearth. He was mesmerised, his hand was still touching his cheek, as if he had to make sure it had really happened. Sweet Merlin, he was such a sap. 

A well-aimed clap on his shoulders brought him back from his dreamlike thoughts, filled with Lily calling him her hero, calling him James, - she’d called him James! - and put his two feet firmly back on the ground. 

“Smooth Prongs, real smooth. You’re Evans’s hero now.” Sirius said. His grey eyes looked amused, and his face was devoid of emotion, as usual. “Will you bring me some soup when I’m sick too?”

“Erm. Yeah. I guess,” he said, looking at his best mate with a healthy dose of suspicion. Sirius was studying him now with equal intensity. 

“You didn’t know she was sick, did you?” 

“Erm, maybe…not. Not before I saw her just now, no,” he was a terrible liar and he knew it, there was no point pretending. He shrugged. It didn’t matter, he was still her hero. 

“What would you pay me not to tell her that?”

“Padfoot!”

“Look, mate, don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me, just bring me some soup as well,” Sirius’s smile had something predatory to it sometimes.

“ You’re not sick.”

“ Nah, but I’m a ‘soup is good every day’ kind of guy. Oh, and see if they have the crunchy breadsticks, will you?”

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[asikubi-soda]

2023 Valentine『Take one's ease』

Chapter 1

The softly fragrant scent was in the pocket of a man who disliked sweets.

In mid-February, the area was covered with snow that had fallen since midnight, leaving footprints of people hurrying home.

"I'm home…"

Remus Lupin went home as usual. Shake his head to clear the snow off his head and close the front door as usual. With a sigh, he took off his coat, removed his muffler, and for his next breath, he took a nondescript breath of air. The next time should have exhaled the air in my lungs to breathe again, but Lupin froze and couldn't move.

Right in front of him, where he was about to hang his coat, was his coat, which should not always be there. The usual air of the house breathed in was mixed with his scent. yes, that means...

As he stumbled over nothing, his heart was filled with anticipation as his scent gradually thickened.

Lupin ran most of the way down the corridor, forgetting to hang his coat and still holding it in his hand.

As he stumbled over nothing, his heart was filled with anticipation as his scent gradually thickened.

"What's going on?"

"Ahh…, welcome back, Severus. Oh, I'm home..."

The door to his room opened, and there stood him, Severus Snape. He had a teacup in his hand and was wearing a black cardigan over his black shirt.

Snape's eyes narrowed as he looked at him blushing and saying something strange. He has a scarf and coat down in one hand, and is wearing a jacket over a worn shirt. Has it been a week or more since we met outside of the bedroom? The cold air was blowing from the direction he came from.

"Tea?"

"yes."

Lupin approached Snape and gently hugged him. He buried his cold face in his shoulder and breathed in his missing scent for the first time in days. Snape avoided the teacup in his hand, groaning at Lupin's cold body, but kept his cheek against him until he was satisfied.

"Did you come home early?"

"Yes."

Kissed him on the cheek and pulled away, and my cheeks naturally loosened as stared at him. Lupin, who was laughing particularly happily, suddenly frowned and stiffened. He inhales twice through his nose.

"Severus, do you have anything?"

"what?"

Lupin, who must have been enjoying Snape, looked up and down at his black cardigan.

"Ah...shit..."

With a sigh, Snape pulled a lovely package out of his cardigan pocket. It was a chocolate wrapped in an orange and pink package that did not suit him.

"from who?"

Between the two of them, the chocolate that reflected the lovely color was glared at by the expressionless Lupin. Anyway, today is Valentine's Day. Snape frowned on he face and cleared his throat.

"What are you misunderstanding?"

"what?"

"I haven't received this from anyone. I will give it to you, now."

It took Lupin some time to understand what he was saying. Snape watched embarrassedly as his hardened expression turned into a broad smile.

"Really?"

"I was asked by the principal. I thought you would be happy with this...I don't know what to buy. When I said that, even the vice-principal was excited...and bought it on the way home..."

"Thank you, Severus, I'm so happy for you."

Lupin was so happy that he wanted to rub his cheek on the chocolate he received. When I looked at his Snape, his normally pale skin was rosy, and the more I looked at him, the redder his cheeks became. Lupin, who was watching it, was probably as hot as he was.

"Cherish."

"It's food, you idiot. Eat it quickly."

"But... that's right, I'll make in. Shall we eat together? Ah, but..."

He grabbed the teacup Snape was holding and made his way to the kitchen, but Lupin turned around in a panic.

"Are you going to work soon?"

Snape furrowed his brows at Lupin's concerned question, seemingly holding on to a laugh.

"No, make it"

Saying that, Snape didn't return to the workroom he had just left, but started climbing the stairs leading to the second floor. Lupin saw him off with a big smile and headed into the kitchen.

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