#how can you resist those chubby cheeks?

[elshe]

I like to think that Hiccup would be more of an affectionate father because he somewhat wished that Stoick was. Hence the birth of this sketch. I also love the more domestic side of Hiccup and Astrid, and can’t resist drawing cute family moments lol.

p.s.

Zephyr hates her father’s affection.

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Christmas Shana! May I ask for some Merlin and Arthur? Maybe the time travel Ygraine one, or something else entirely 🎁🎄🎅🏻

Queen Ygraine is cursed to die during childbirth and the baby is stolen from his very crib that same night.

Uther rages. The grief and the fury of losing them both leave him a broken man and a broken king. The grounds of Camelot turn to mud with all the blood he's spilled and the air turns grey and harsh from the burnings. He sends knights to every corner of his kingdom, but his son remains missing, not even a body to be found.

Tristan and Agravaine de Bois send letters, blaming Uther for their sister and nephew's death and proclaiming they are subjects of Uther's no more. It's a blip in torrent of grief - Uther can't even pretend to mourn the loss of his brothers in law in the face of that of his wife and son.

"I still think we should have killed him," Tristan says, watching the servants pack up the contents of their manor with a scowl.

"He would have killed you and then I'd be stuck doing this alone," Agravaine replies, a blond, blue eyed infant in his arms. "So our revenge will have to wait."

"Alone?" Nimueh scoffs. "Thanks. Is this not revenge enough?"

Tristan softens, reaching out to brush the back of his index finger against Arthur's chubby cheek. "He's not revenge. He's our nephew."

Agravaine briefly tightens his hold on the babe before relaxing. "Where are we going? I suppose Mercia is the obvious choice."

"That old man won't be able to help gloating to Uther and we don't want him giving us a second glance," Tristan says. "Cendred's kingdom is a better choice, I think. That's our where our grandfather's castle is anyway."

The two of them plus a sorceress should be more than compelling enough additions to his court for Cendred to relinquish it back to them. Or at least turn a blind eye when they take it back themselves.

~

Merlin is fourteen and standing by his mother's side, keeping his head down and not moving or thinking or looking or anything as the lords come to collect taxes.

No matter what they say, no matter what they do, he's not to move.

There's cries of pain from the smith as one of the lords kicks him down, shouting at him for how little they have. He's the most educated man in the village, he's the one that keeps track. He's the one that warns them how short they are.

They are especially short this year.

There's the sound of sword being unsheathed and Merlin resists the urge to bury his head in his mother's shoulder. He's not suppsosed to move.

"Oh, for goddess's sake," a new, young voice says. He doesn't sound that much older than Merlin. "This is a waste of time. If you cut off his head, will gold coins fall out?"

"We're here to collect taxes!" he insists.

The young lord scoffs. "And if we were sent to squeeze blood from a stone, how long would you spend with your hands pressing into bedrock? Look at them!"

"We can't just let them get away with it," he argues. "If you're father hears about this-"

"He'll hear about it because I'll tell him myself," he says, annoyed. "We could take everything they have and we'll still lose money when they starve to death and we have to send people to bury the bodies or risk disease settling in. The wages for those soldiers will cost far more than everything this little village has to offer."

"They're on our land, they pay the tax!"

The young lord's voice goes hard. "I think you'll see that they're on my father's land and it's ultimately his responsibility to collect taxes for the king. Which means this is decision, not yours."

"Yes, and he decided that-"

"Well I'm deciding differently and he can yell at me about it then!" he snaps. "Put your sword away before I draw mine."

There's a tense, heavy silence. Then there's the sound of a sword going back in its sheathe and, "Yes, Lord de Bois."

Lord de Bois sighs and then raises his voice so his voice carries travels to everyone standing there, to the whole village standing there and waiting. "I'll return within the week. If there's any sort of bookkeeping you have, gather it for me."

"Y-yes, my lord," the blacksmith stutters.

There's the sound of footsteps then hooves.

He lifts his head and only sees the back of the young Lord de Bois's blond head.

Merlin wonders if when he returns, he'll be allowed to look.

[kalims]

cupping their face

parts. one , two , three , four , five , six , seven

characters. heartslabyul

content. gender neutral reader

riddle

he has very squishable cheeks despite his concerning diet mainly revolving around tea, biscuits, and whatnot (tarts).

you suppose the chubbiness in it comes from the mounts of sweets he can't exactly resist. of which trey is probably to blame.

riddle grew up with his very picky mother with her particular food choice for him so when he arrived in NRC without her eyes he gained a lot of freedom.

so if you hold his face in your hands the fat from his cheeks pokes out of the hole between your thumb, and pointer fingers. it's so cute 😭 so you can't resist the urge to sneak a squeeze.

it makes it all the more comical becomes he looks so confused, furrowing his brows at you like he can't believe whatever the hell you're doing right now.

plus points if you start to randomly caress his face cause he's slowly realizing that this is just a show of affection and is turning more red by the minute.

it would be a flustered riddle without the steam out his ears after all!

riddle avoids your eyes. "what in the world are you doing?" but makes no move to... well, move.

trey

uhh compared to riddle he's not in that level of squishy cheeks despite him being a baker and all.

I mean it's more of a 'you can feel the curve of his cheekbones' rather than the 'chubby cheeks' kind of thing. let me tell yall, the muscles in those damn arms aren't there for show!!

but yeah I firmly believe he just takes bites out of his batter / finished product to check if he should add a certain ingredient from the taste.

but it's usually the other people that do the eating.

though if you pinch hard enough you might be granted the satisfaction of smothering his cheeks (and a trey who is trying his best to keep the increasing pain off his face cause you seem to be enjoying yourself too much.)

anyways yeah cupping his face! from my memory, to me he seems like a person with a more lean face? (I have not seen him in a while lmao) but when you do he just raises his brow a little and watches you patiently.

you won't know if he's caught on what you're doing but you'll know he's starting to enjoy it when your palms are growing heavy from trey slowly leaning the weight of his face on it.

"is this a reward for my hard work?" trey huffs in amusement. "tell me when it's too heavy."

cater

wow he's so cute 😞

cater likes to snack every now and then and all that food just teleports to his face rather than anywhere else so it's prominent even if he laments about it.

I think it just makes his smile cuter cause you can see dimples pop out of his cheeks as well 😭 it tempts you to poke them all the well.

notable. they're also kinda stretchy, you can poke, pinch, and stretch them wow. the versatility. at this point everyone should have a cater to poke, pinch, and stretch out his cheeks.

^ stress reliever.

as you're cupping his face his response is just to automatically cup you back? and he's already giggling about this 'couple bonding' thing so you're not quite sure how to proceed.

but cater's laugh is pretty contagious so you end up laughing along. both of you are cupping each other's face, and you can feel the curve of his grin from your palms.

... next thing you know in a poof of smoke two more cater appears wearing similar pouts, of which are whining about their turn..

"you guys go away!" the cater which you remember to be the original dramatically pours himself over you. arguing with.. himself. "this is og cater and (name) bonding time, shoo!"

ace

is his cheeks squishable or not? we will never know cause everytime your hands are near his face he's flying backwards to avoid you.

what a menace with the suspense and all. ace is always trolling you so it's understandable. he's like: "haha get trolled." AND WHEN YOU ACTUALLY IGNORE HIM HE'S LIKE: "wait no that was a prank too pls."

if his ego wasn't taller than him he definitely would have regretted it 💀 honestly I'm so in dynamics with ace where he thinks he's the dominant one in the relationship and if you tell him to sit he's immediately sat.

it's gonna be more of a challenge to actually get a hold of his face but pro tip: just tell him to stop with a stern face, and he's just gonna go stiff but grumble when he feels your fingertips.

he's looking annoyed the whole way but you notice the twitch of his brows. suddenly he's looking just a little more comfortable in your hands.

point it out it out if you want but his face is just gonna revert to that annoyed look, just honestly let him loosen up (and loosen up he will, don't be surprised if he just starts demanding those face caressing thing you just did in the future.)

^ well he's only doing that if you initiated it a handful of times. if not he's taking that desire to the grave.

"wow. are you really that much starved for me?" ace smirks, and nods. probably praising himself in his head. "just keep doing whatever you want, I don't care." ???

deuce

the most squishable cheeks. I take no objections, I do not care ‼️ (even though certain official art might not say so) I bet he eats with a mouth full of food, it just inflates his cheeks lol.

if we have characters we call baby girl like jamil over here, we got deuce spade our resident baby boy.

probably the one that eats up all your attention even if he's embarrassed. not of you of course! but if you ever do public displays of affection he's just hyper aware of the eyes kqbsjajss.

but he likes you a lot so he just tolerates it <3

cupping his face hmm... honestly he looks like a very innocent puppy, he's watching you with those kind of eyes. curious and patient 😭 he's watching to see what you'll even do next.

he doesn't really speak. was this man even actually a delinquent before? who the hell was that cause all you know is this very endearing, shy deuce of yours.

if there was a tail it would be wagging slowly!

man the inner man is him is wrestling him rn cause where is his pride?! but the person it's fighting is his love for you so the inner man is losing lowkey 😞

"..." there is no words, just a very flustered, pleased deuce.

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trey the gentleman fr.. also ace's part is vv chaotic lamao

[meltedheartz]

thinking about ftm!reader and mean!izuku who thinks it's so cute how they just can't defend themselves against him :((

tw : college!au, dub-con, condescension, mild bullying (in a way), chubby reader, reader wears glasses, reader's a bit of a loser, dacryphilia, creampie, no protection (don't be silly, wrap that willy!), mating press, izuku's a whore for reader, praise and petnames, don't care how big you are cuz izu's bigger, gn pronouns used :3

word count : wrote this on a whim, so i honestly don't know..

it starts when you accidentally bump into him, stumbling back yet he was barely even startled. you apologize profusely, and izuku just waves you off at first.

you think it's rude, before rushing off to wherever you were trying to get too—forgetting about it.

but izuku spots you around that coffee shop near the campus, sees you in the hallways with books nearly stumbling from your arms, watches as you take notes as the professor speaks.

a couple of people whisper about you, how you never bother speaking to anyone, and how nervous you seem when someone approaches you.

it's like cornering a bunny, izuku thinks when he decides to speak to you.

well, it's more like being passive aggressive than actually conversing.

"wow, you're soo smart. you must be real fun to be around, huh? your voice is really high pitched, are you sure you're alright?"

you tell him to stop being a dickhead, if he doesn't wanna be around, he doesn't have to be. izuku waves you off and laughs, says you're like a startled animal that thinks it's intimidating, and it makes you frown.

"you're an ass," you poke at his chest, before picking up your bag and adjusting your glasses.

"hm? where are you going?" izuku pointedly ignores your insult, but it feels more ticklish than insulting or hurtful.

you ignore him right back, attempting to storm out of his dorm room. of all the people you get to work with, you get paired with him. it's annoying—more an inconvenience, than anything.

izuku watches as tears well up behind those clear rims you wear, sees the furrow in your eyebrow and nearly laughs at it, wants to call you a crybaby for it; just like everyone used to do to him.

he can sort of see why they did it, and when it comes down to someone as soft and quiet as you, it's nearly impossible to resist.

"we're not done with either of our parts. you don't need help on yours?"

when you don't answer, izuku takes it upon himself to grab you hard enough to stop you, but not enough to hurt. it causes a slight discomfort, makes your breathing stutter a bit as you sniffle and try to pull away—but you physically can't.

izuku speaks again, looming over you with a small scowl. "why are you ignoring me? i thought you wanted to get this done, what happened to that?"

you just wanna slap him for asking that. he knows the answer — knows exactly what he did wrong and why you got fed up.

"let go of me. i'll work on my part by myself, dickweed."

"nuh-uh, that's not fair to either of us, is it?" izuku coos, grabbing your bag for you and tossing it onto the futon he has sitting just a little bit away.

you sniffle again, more tears welling up and threatening to tip over and down onto your chubby cheeks, and you can't even wipe them away cuz you're arguing with such an asshole.

you seem so frustrated and angered, but he knows that instead of yelling, you cry. it's pathetic, makes him wanna bite your cute face and boop your nose just to see you sniffle some more.

"you mad at me?" izuku asks, tugging you back into the small apartment that you stupidly decided to visit to get your joint assignment done.

"this is stupid — let me go, midoriya." he frowns at that, his grip loosening just a bit before it tightens again.

he clicks his tongue and drags you right back to his room, with all the superhero posters and expensive collectors items that can't be found anywhere else.

izuku sits you down but doesn't let you go—hasn't let go of your arm since he got a hold of it. "what happened to calling me by my name?"

"that is your name," you snark back. you watch as his eyes narrow a bit and he makes his way on to the bed, looming over you.

you feel.. small. it's not like you were ever bigger than him, he goes to the gym more times a week than you can keep track of and is over 6'0" — of course you aren't bigger than him.

"don't get smart with me honey. you know you don't wanna do that." izuku sighs and makes you lay down, and you feel your heartbeat speed up as your eyes widen.

you struggle and squirm, but he just smiles and puts more of his weight on you, making it near impossible to even move.

"m-midoriya—"

"izuku. say it," he breathes out, tucking his face into the crook of your neck almost forcefully.

he hears you hiccup, sees as the tears flow over and how your eyes get all glassy—all doe-eyed and he laughs.

"izuku, get off me—" you try to move again, you feel the grip around your wrist tighten more and it feels more and more uncomfortable as it does.

"i love you. you're so cute, what would you have done if it was someone else on top of you? hm?" izuku raises his head to look at you, and feels bad.

feels that guilt of actually making you cry, seeing how scared you are of him. "ah-ah, shh. i'm sorry. i didn't mean to make you upset, okay?"

that doesn't make the tears stop, but izuku thinks it's fine. the apology sounds genuine—more genuine than the usual sarcastic 'sorry' he gives you, more genuine than the mean laughs he gives you after making you throw a crumbled paper ball at him.

"i hate you, you're s-so mean," you hiss, wanting to kick and scream at him.

you feel the hold he has on your wrists loosen, but he doesn't let go entirely. but it's more than enough for you to wriggle free.

izuku smiles again, "i know. i know, 'm sorry."

the words that leave his mouth make you hiccup and stare at him, the typical scowl you always give izuku on your lips.

"you never show that you're actually sorry." you sniffle, and have to move to wipe the onslaught of tears the stumble down your pretty face.

izuku pauses when you say that, eyes grazing over your face before he lights up.

"how about i prove it, would that make you feel better?"

"s-slow down—"

"mgh—s-sorry," izuku gasps, but doesn't make any move to slow down, hips stuttering into yours as he watches you shake and clutch at the sheets.

it's been a little over thirty minutes, you think, but you're not sure. it's not like you can think when you can feel izuku's pretty cock all the way in your tummy—making sure you know he's actually sorry.

he spent all his time before this slurping at your pretty cunt, fingering you to completion as he sucked at your cute clit and made sure you felt good.

even now, izuku was trying to make sure you felt as good as you possibly could with him, watching your eyes roll back with every thrust into you.

"love you s'much, soo soft n pretty-" izuku whines, kissing you all sloppily yet so lovingly.

it makes you clench up around him, trying to close your legs but you jus can't because of the mean mating press he has you in.

"such a good boy for me, yeah?" the words paired with his dick stirring up your guts make you wail.

it's almost too much, but it's not enough as you cream around his cock—a milky white ring forming at the base of it as he pants and gasps right next to your ear.

he pounds a little faster—a little harder before his thrusts get sloppier and nearly lose rhythm. you can barely see his face without your glasses and the tears blurring your vision further.

but izuku makes sure that you can hear him good and well as he moans and whines, feeling the blunt tip press against your cervix as though it never wants to leave.

"shit, shit— 'm cumming," he gives short little thrusts as he does, cumming harder than he has in months just knowing that he finally has you.

you're both sweaty and you feel a little icky, embarrassed at all the crying you did. izuku kisses you—softer than he did before, wiping some hair from your face as he does.

"love you." izuku mutters. he doesn't care if you don't say it back, just as long as you know he loved you at the very least.

"i love you too."

A/N ; i haven't written smut or anything in MONTHS. i hope this is good in some parts, it's very rushed and not well thought outt :((

b4 anyone asks, minors are allowed to interact with my account. i don't care, as long as you aren't under 15. i fully understand that you guys have hormones, and the "minors dni" thing is straight bullshit to me. luv you guys, i will be making an account intro, but it won't be anytime soon cuz i'm lazy.. ＼(≧▽≦)／

[inks-inbox]

New shell!

Squishy and soft and incredibly cute, Ink can now take on the appearance of @dreemurr-skelememer' pajamatale au! and how can you resist those chubby cheeks??? You can download this shell over here! Just drag and drop the file to ink and he should install it easy peasy!

[shawtuzi]

“My position couldn’t stop, You were hittin’ it”

a/n: this is my most favorite thing i have ever written and was super self indulgent but i hope y’all love it just as much as i do <333

this is 18+ cw warning include: basketball player!eren, black coded reader, chubby reader, a good amount of fluff, SMUT!!!, unprotected sex, slight mean dom!eren but mostly service dom, oral both receiving, eren jerks himself off while he fucks readers throat, body praise, rough sex, slight manhandling, size kink, squirting, eren is wearing a chain in this (yes i believe that deserves a warning)///wc: 4.8k

One of the best parts of dating Eren was he had his own room. You don’t know how or know why but never complain because it does come with some pretty good perks. The biggest one being all the alone time you could possibly have.

“C’mon baby pleaseee” Eren whined flopping on the bed dramatically, “it’ll only be for an hour or two and I really want you to watch me play” he pouted resting his head on your soft stomach. “I don’t know Eren, it's really hot out and you know I just got my hair done” you spoke softly running your freshly manicured nails through his hair. For the past twenty minutes Eren had been bugging you to go to the park by your campus to watch him play basketball, but the insufferable heat the past week had you feeling skeptical.

“Baby the humidity is way down today it won’t be as bad…c’mon don’t you wanna be my lil cheerleader” he pouted once more giving you those oh so hard to resist puppy dog eyes. You sighed, staring up at the ceiling trying to avoid his hard stare on you. Suddenly you felt a weight drop on you nearly knocking all the breath out of your lungs. “Please Y/N pleaseee I want you to be there. I’ll even stop by that boba place you like so much before we go, yeah?” Eren pleaded, nuzzling his face into your neck. “Fine, fine! Now get off me you weigh a ton” you giggled attempting to push the 6’7 man off your body. Eren was up in a flash soon pulling your body off the bed with ease, “you’re the best” he smiled cupping your cheeks in his massive hands before planting a big sloppy kiss on your lips.

“I know I know lemme get dressed real quick” you giggled rummaging through the bag of clothes you leave there until you finally settled on a white tank top with Eren’s gray Nike shorts and the fuzzy slides you showed up in to show off your freshly painted white toes. “You ready love?” you asked, securing your hair up with a clip. “You look good” Eren whispered, wrapping his arms around your smaller form pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “Even though I’ve been looking for these damn shorts for days” he chuckled pinching your side. You rolled your eyes shoving his body off you, “you don’t need to be wearing these shorts around anybody you can see your dick clear as day through them!”

Eren gasped, bringing his hand to his chest, “well if that’s the case I should steal your shirt! Your boobs are damn near about to pop out” he huffed pulling your tank top up to cover your cleavage. You rolled your eyes once more before slinging your purse over your shoulder, “you wanted a thick woman this is what you asked for baby” you giggled making a smirk grace Eren’s face. “Yeah you’re right and I couldn’t ask for a better woman. Now let’s get going, we're burning daylight.” Before the two of you could even make it out of the building you were begging Eren for a piggyback ride which he of course couldn't say no to. Eren set you down when you two made it to his car and raced to your side to open the door for you, “m’lady” he said with a cheeky smile. “Why thank you kind sir” you smiled back giving his cheek a small peck.

As promised Eren stopped to buy you some boba tea insisting he didn’t want any even though he was steady drinking all of it on the way to the park. “You were right it is beautiful out” you sighed dreamily breathing in the fresh air. “I would never lie to my lady. My beautiful, smart, sexy lady” he chuckled, wrapping his arm around you. As you got closer you could see Connie, Armin, and Reiner playing basketball while Mikasa and Annie were sitting on a bench nearby talking. “About time you two got here” Connie shouted, throwing the ball Eren’s way. You gasped, avoiding the hit from the ball in Eren’s side but of course Eren caught it giving you a teasing smile “scaredy cat.”

“Shut up and go play” you grumbled walking away but Eren stayed in his place his brows furrowed, “no kiss?” You tried hiding your smile as you walked back over getting on the tips of your toes to try and give him a kiss but it was no use he was just too fucking tall. “Erennn c’mon help me out here” you whined and finally after a few more failed attempts he met you halfway giving you a sweet kiss. “You ready to get your ass beat Jaeger?” Reiner asked with a devious smile on his face. Eren scoffed joining the rest of them on the court, “you kidding me? With my girl here to cheer me on I’m fucking invicible!” he shouted the last part making your cheeks heat up. He was too damn cute for his own good.

While the boys played you spent the time talking to Annie and Mikasa losing your train of thought every once in a while when you caught a glance of Eren playing. He looked so good it was criminal and it didn’t make things better when he wiped his face with the hem of his shirt constantly. “So how are things with you two?” Annie asked, poking your side. A small smile made its way to your face when you thought about the memories you and Eren have made together. Ever since that night the two of you had become inseparable, your relationship with Jean now a distant thought. “It’s been perfect…he’s perfect. He makes me so happy and makes me feel so beautiful” you spoke softly, your smile growing wider seeing how concentrated Eren was on the game. “And the sex?” Mikasa giggled the question, making heat rise to your cheeks.

Sex with Eren was something unworldly to keep it simple. He could either be slow and sensual or fuck you till you’re shaking and begging him for a break. Either way it was the best sex of your life. “Let’s just say I haven’t been able to properly walk since I’ve gotten with him” you laughed covering your face with your hands. “Look at you our little sex addict” Annie squealed wrapping her arm around you pulling you close. “Let’s change the subject before one of them hears” you whispered, trying not to think of all the things you and Eren are gonna do once you leave. His sex drive increases tenfold after a win and his stamina….chile.

“That’s game we win!” Eren cheered, running over to you and picking you up with ease, “see baby you’re my good luck charm” he smiled pressing multiple kisses all over your face. “Only because you’re a fucking giant” Connie hissed shooting the ball into the basket. Eren rolled his eyes, setting you down gently, “yeah yeah whatever we’ll see you guys later” he chuckled dapping them up before starting your guys’ walk back to the car. When you approached the car Eren turned your body towards his pushing you gently against the passenger door, “see ma that wasn’t so bad” he whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You tugged on the waistband of his shorts pulling him closer, “yeah you were right it was pretty fun, but it was kinda hard to concentrate when you were showing your abs every 5 minutes” you giggled trailing your fingers down his hard chest.

Feeling the ridges of his abs had your thighs clenching and it didn’t go unnoticed by Eren. “I was a little sweatier than usual, sue me” he chuckled, bringing one of his hands up to grip your chin softly, “now give me my victory kiss.” Instead of giving a snappy remark you gave into his wishes giving him a sweet kiss. Eren groaned into the kiss pushing his body harder against yours, his hard on becoming more prominent by the minute. “Eren not right here” you whispered breathlessly trying to put some kind of distance between the two of you. “Fine… but when we get back to my dorm I’m gonna pound your pussy till you’re crying” Eren moved you aside and opened the door for you chuckling when he saw your shocked face. Even after a couple of weeks of being together his foul mouth never failed to shock you and he loved it. “You’re disgusting” you mumbled gasping when you felt a harsh smack on your ass. “I hate when you do that” you hissed rubbing your stinging behind before plopping into the passenger seat. “You love it now, buckle up gorgeous.”

The ride back to campus was eerily quiet besides the radio playing quietly and you decided to have a little fun with Eren before he manhandled into multiple positions till you fainted. You set your hand on his painfully hard dick squeezing softy earning a groan from Eren, “fuck are you doing?” he growled, gripping the steering wheel tightly. “Oh nothin’” you smiled, rubbing his cock slowly over his shorts. You felt his dick twitch and it had your mouth watering the need to put it in your mouth growing stronger by the second. “Baby please we’re just- fuck five minutes away don’t do this to me” he groaned bucking his hips up. Eren wanted more than anything to fuck your mouth in that moment but he didn’t trust himself enough to multitask between the two. “I’m telling you Y/N you better knock that shit off” but his requests were falling on deaf ears.

Unfortunately for Eren your teasing didn’t stop until he parked in front of the dorm building and unfortunately for you Eren was at his limit. He gripped your chin roughly sending you an icy glare, “you think that shit was funny huh?” the confidence you once had crushed once you saw the look in his eye. “No…m’sorry babe” you mumbled, squeezing your thighs together. Eren let out a long sigh through his nose before gaining his composure, “how sorry are you?” his grip on your chin tightened causing your lips to pucker. “Really really sorry Eren” you whimpered, feeling incredibly small under his hard stare. “Yeah we’ll see how sorry you really are. Get out of the car.”

The walk back to Eren’s room was silent and you should’ve been nervous for what he had in store for you but you couldn’t help the excitement that coursed through your veins. “That wasn’t very nice of you to do back there Y/N” Eren said, finally breaking the silence. “I-I know but-” “Let me finish baby” he abruptly cut you off, shutting the door behind him once you two entered his room. “You see how fucking hard I am now?” he growled gripping his dick over his shorts, “god and I feel so full too looks like you’re gonna be putting in a lot of work tonight aren’t you baby?” he smiled wickedly walking closer to you like a wolf ready to pounce on a lamb. You whimpered giving him a small nod but that wasn’t enough for Eren. “C’mon ma need you to use your words for me. You gonna suck my dick till you’re a drooling mess? Gonna let me fuck those pretty thick thighs hm? Or how ‘bout these?” he chuckled, gripping both of your tits in his large hands squeezing them roughly.

Your mouth was opened but no words were able to escape giving Eren the perfect opportunity to shove two fingers in your mouth, the sudden intrusion making you gag. “Well since you can’t use your words let’s put that mouth to better use” he grunted pressing his fingers down on your tongue. While Eren fucked your mouth with his fingers he used his other hand to tug down your shorts chuckling when he saw the small wet patch you made. “Look at you making a mess in my clothes, you really have the sluttiest pussy don’t you?” he smirked, adding a third finger into your drooling mouth. All you could do was let out a pathetic moan praying Eren would soon switch out his fingers for his dick and your prayers were answered when you felt him shove you to the floor but not before putting a pillow down so you didn’t hurt your knees <3 Your hands were quick to tug on the waistband of his shorts but he just smacked your hands away, “keep your hands behind your back or you get nothing.” You shakily put your hands under your knees bringing a sickeningly sweet smile to Eren’s face, “there’s my girl…my good girl.”

Eren tugged his shorts down slowly and after what felt like an eternity his dick finally sprung out slapping against his stomach. He wrapped a hand around his cock pumping it slowly, his eyes fluttering shut every time he ran his thumb over the sensitive tip. You leant forward just to get a small taste of the pre that was dribbling from the slit but instead were met with a rough smack on your cheek, “did I say you could suck my dick? Huh?” he growled not once stopping his movements on his dick. “N-no” you whispered, bowing your head in shame. You looked fucking adorable. “Then why would you try that shit with me? Do you want to get punished even more? How ‘bout I open the door so everyone can see you getting your throat fucked.”

You shook your head quickly trying to find any composure you had to form a sentence, “No! I just- I just wanted a taste…” you pouted looking up at him with the cutest doe eyes. “Oh? Pretty baby just wanted a taste huh? Well here” he smiled tapping his dick against your pouting lips. As soon as he pulled his dick away you licked your lips moaning at the salty yet sweet taste of him. “M-more Eren please” you whined the itch to touch him growing even more. Deciding to test the waters you leaned forward pressing light kisses up the length of his cock leaving an especially long kiss to the tip. Eren hummed in content, giving you a small nod as a silent way of telling you to continue and you happily obliged, switching out the soft kisses for more sloppier ones even going as far as suckling on his tip.

Without warning Eren gripped your hair and pushed your head down until your nose was touching his pelvis, nearly crushing the clip that was keeping your hair up. “Ngh fuck don’t worry baby I won’t be too rough I know you just got your hair done yesterday. I would know since I paid for it” he chuckled breathlessly, his head tipping back when he felt your throat tighten around his cock. You gargled around his dick breathing harshly through your nose and relaxing your jaw to accommodate his size but it was basically useless. You’d never get used to how big Eren’s dick was, no amount of prep could prepare you for him.

Eren slowly slid your head back and forth on his dick relishing in your gags and moans. “Love this color on you princess so damn pretty” he rasped twirling the slightly dark ginger hair with his free hand. You were tuning in and out, your attention focused directly on making him feel good. You hadn’t even realized you were rocking your hips back and forth on the pillow until you felt multiple slaps on your cheek stopping your movements altogether. “What do you think you’re doing?” Eren snapped removing his dick from your mouth with a lewd pop. “I- I was-” suddenly you were yanked up by your arm, your body now beginning to tremble from how bad you needed him.

Eren leant down resting his forehead against yours the smell of his cologne and sweat making you dizzy. “Lay down on the bed with your head hanging off the end.” You have never moved faster in your life hopping onto his bed and laying back until your head was hanging off the edge. Eren slowly walked over tapping the tip of his dick against your swollen lips before pushing it in, the bulge of his dick in your throat making him let out a guttural groan. “Fuck baby” he huffed taking both of your hands in his much bigger one while the other wrapped around your throat. “Yeah that’s it ma take that shit” he moved his hands up and down your throat, his head lolling back and toes curling at the immense pleasure he was receiving (i saw a vid of a guy jacking himself off while fucking a girls throat and couldn’t resist but anyways).

“How you doing down there baby?” he grunted, loosening his grip on your hands. You hummed in content bringing one of his hands down to your panties, the material soaked with your arousal. Eren decided to give into your silent plea rubbing your clit over your panties making your back arch slightly. It was becoming increasingly hard to focus on your breathing while Eren was toying with your pussy but you pulled through knowing he was minutes away from cumming. You stuck your tongue out as much as you could running it over his balls and that’s what finally did it. “F-fuck shit I’m cumming baby” he removed his hand from your throat and yanked your tank top down exposing your full breasts bouncing ever so softly with each thrust of his hips.

Just as he was about to cum Eren pinched your nose blocking out any way of breathing you had, “agh shit” he let a loud almost pornographic moan when he felt your throat tighten around his dick. Seconds later you felt his cum shoot down your throat load after load. “Fuuuck” he sighed, pulling his softening dick out of your mouth when your gagging became more aggressive. “Did so good baby” he smiled, bending down to give your forehead a kiss and then your lips shoving his tongue in your mouth to get a taste of himself. “Erennn” you whimpered, sitting up to face him. He was now standing at his full height looking more intimidating than ever, “what is it princess what do you need?”

Instead of speaking you just spread your legs pulling your panties to the side giving him a mouthwatering view of your slicked pussy and thighs. Eren couldn’t help but fall to his knees at the sight, you truly had the prettiest pussy he’s ever seen. If he had to have one last meal it would be you. He ran his hands over the underside of your thick thighs hooking them over his broad shoulders. “So fucking pretty” he groaned giving your thighs sloppy kisses all the down to where you needed him most. “C’mon Ren don’t tease m- hah!” you squealed when you felt him lick a fat stripe up your pussy. Your thighs immediately wrapped around his head when you felt him suckle on your clit. “Shit Ren” you were practically humping his face and he gladly accepted it tongue fucking your pussy with everything he had.

You were just on the brink of cumming when you heard harsh knocks on the door, your heart dropping at the sound. Eren lifted his head up, his eyes narrowing at the door, “keep rubbing that pretty pussy for me but don’t make a sound and don’t cum either, got it?” he asked his annoyance only growing more when he heard more knocks. You silently nodded, bringing your hand down to rub slowly at your clit. “Good girl. This’ll be quick” he grunted standing up, slipping his shorts on and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Eren swung open the door just as the person was about to knock again, “can I help you?” he snapped his grip on the doorknob becoming iron tight. He knew this boy all too well, always making complaints about how noisy it was to the other guys in the dorm and now Eren. “Yeah actually I was wondering if you could tell your girlfriend if she could shut her fat… mouth” he trailed off once he saw the severely annoyed look on Eren’s face.

You couldn’t tell who it was Eren’s huge body blocking your view but you didn’t care knowing he’d take care of it. He always did. Eren breathed in through his nose trying to compose himself, “you have ten seconds to get the fuck away from my door before break your nose if you got a problem with it put on some damn headphones.” The boy was utterly speechless just like any other boy that tried to step up to Eren, “and if I ever hear the words fat and my girlfriends name come out of your mouth at the same time I will beat the living shit out of you, you wish you could pull someone like her. Now get the fuck out my face” he snapped slamming the door.

Eren sighed, running a hand through his hair before tying it up walking back over to you. “Sorry that took so long, gorgeous hope you didn’t miss me too much” he smiled taking in your trembling form. He yanked your panties off, tossing them aside before getting on knees tossing your legs over his shoulders once more. He dug in without another word licking and sucking at your pussy like his life depended on it. “W-who was that Ren? Was I- shit being too loud?” you whimpered tilting your head to look at the door. Eren brought a hand up to force you to look back at him, “no baby you were fine don’t worry about that just focus on me” he purred pressing a kiss to your clit. “Are you sure- aah” your hips jolted up when you felt a slap on your pussy, “yes it’s fine I promise and if anyone ever says otherwise you just let me know mkay?” he inserted two fingers in your cunt curling them slightly once he felt that spongy spot that had your toes curling.

Your so called ‘punishment’ was a forgotten thought Eren now only focused on making you feel good. “You’re so pretty Y/N” he whispered, leaving sloppy kisses on your trembling thighs. It was a true mystery to him how you could’ve ever been unhappy with the way you looked, you were a walking goddess to him and he made sure to remind you every time he saw you. “Erennn” you slung your arm over your face to cover your smile which made his smile grow wider. He added a third finger when he heard the squelching from your pussy get louder. “M’serious babe you’re so beautiful. Got the prettiest eyes and the prettiest lips” he brought his free hand up to your chest tweaking your nipple, “and the prettiest tits.” His hand slowly slid down your body lifting your tank top slightly above your naval, his fingers softly drifting over the stretch marks that he adored and the hip dips he found incredibly sexy.

“Eren I’m gonna cum s’gonna be messy” you whined, grabbing his hand in yours, lacing your fingers together. “That’s it princess cum for me make a fucking mess” he growled increasing the pace of his fingers. By the time you finished cumming Eren’s hand and wrist were glistening in the light from the sunset. “That’s my good girl” he grinned, slurping at your pussy the obscene sound making heat rise to your cheeks. “You ready for me?” he asked, giving your clit one final kiss. You nodded quickly removing your tank top fully giving him the perfect view of your body. Eren stood up removing his shorts before lifting your calves over his shoulder. He tapped his tip against your clit a few times then slowly slid his cock in your soaked pussy. The both of you moaned in unison once he was fully in, his forehead pressed snuggly against yours.

He pulled out till only the tip was in before slamming in you again, his cock kissing your cervix with every hard thrust. “Ah shit so fucking tight” he buried his head in your neck inhaling the sweet scent of shea butter, the smell was like a drug to him he just couldn’t get enough. “Fuck Ren!” you cried wrapping your legs around his waist pulling him even closer. It was a silent sign you wanted him to finish inside you and he was more than happy to oblige. By now any attempt you had to control the volume of your voice was gone. You were now reduced to a fucked out drooling mess completely braindead from from his cock bullying into your weeping pussy. The new chain you had bought him dangled in your face brushing against your lips so you took it upon yourself to take the tiny cross in your mouth suckling at it. “You’re gonna kill me Y/N Jesus Christ” he whined squeezing his eyes shut.

“Shit-” Eren pulled out rubbing the head of cock against your clit until you were squirting all over his flexing thighs. “F-fuck put it back in please put it back it in” your thighs were shaking uncontrollably and your pussy was so sore but you wanted more- no you needed more. Eren listened to your desperate pleas standing at his full height, gripping onto your hips before snapping his hips forward splitting you open again once more. “Shiiit that’s right baby lemme feel you” his head fell back the only thing consuming his thoughts was your pussy and how deliciously tight it was. You didn’t even notice Eren had slowly been lifting your body up until you no longer felt the mattress under your head. With shaky arms you pushed yourself up admiring the fuck out look on Eren’s face.

The chain bouncing against his toned chest had you drooling. Literally. A line of spit had trailed from your lips down your chin and onto your chest. “E-Eren I’m gonna-!” you squealed, arching your back. Eren didn’t care to pull out this time, keeping his rough pace as you covered his stomach in your cum. “Jesus Y/N” he growled stilling his movements as he came deep in your pussy. “Think you can go one more time for me baby? You feel so good ‘nd I want you to cum wit’ me.” His voice was beginning to slur and his thighs were shaking but he had to cum with you one more time. Poor baby just had to.

You could tell he was tired but wanted to push himself so you gave in but only if he agreed to let you ride. Which he did. Eren was now on his back, one hand glued to your side while the other toyed with your nipple as you rode him. The slaps of your ass against his thighs were becoming louder by the minute your drooling cunt soaking his thighs and pelvis. “Lean forward I wanna put ‘em in my mouth” he rasped referring to your bouncing tits. You obliged switching out your bounces for slow grinds allowing Eren to latch onto one of your nipples.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and bent his knees before fucking into, his headboard beginning to obnoxiously hit the wall leaving a very visible dent. “I’m right there baby, you close?” his thrust were becoming sloppier by the second his dick nearly slipping out of you, but with the way you were sucking him in it wasn’t a problem. “Y-yes I-I’m there I’m cumming!” you let out the most pornographic moan of your life going limp in Eren’s arms as his brutal pace continued. The shiny circle of white around his cock was enough to put him over the edge filling you up with every drop he had.

“Shit you good ma?” he laughed wrapping his arms around your shaking form pressing multiple kisses to the crown of your head. “Mhm” you mumbled, finding zero energy to open your eyes. Eren reached to the side and grabbed the matching Kuromi & My Melody blanket you gave to him as a gift, covering your body with the soft material. “You get some sleep. I’ll wake you up in a bit and we’ll get sum to eat” he whispered stroking your messy hair that he promised but failed to keep intact. “Sleep good I love y-” he cut himself off, covering the last part with a cough. “You good?” you slurred on the brink of falling asleep.

“Yep I’m all good, go to sleep babe.”

<3

[hedonists-den]

Tw: kidnapping, teasing, force feeding

Oh, love...don't you get it yet? Have you been trying to convince yourself all this time that you'll escape? Let me make it plain: you're mine.

There is no going back to your life before this. Your friends, your family, your job, none of it matters anymore. I mean, not that any of the people you knew would recognize you anyway. Not with the sheer amount of weight you've accumulated since I took you.

I'm impressed, really. It took hardly any coaxing to get you to this point. And within a few months, I would almost figure you actually enjoyed this. You certainly didn't resist very hard when I shoved all those sweets down your throat. "Oh no, please don't force feed me all that...please, I don't want to be forced fatter, I beg you!" You gobbled them down like a good captive hog, didn't you?

You'll excuse me if I have a hard time believing you actually want to leave. I'd bet that if I undid your shackles and unlocked the door, you'd stay right there and wait for your next meal like the docile pet you are.

And even if you did want to leave, where else are you going to find a situation that can accommodate you now? This room is made to facilitate you at three times your current size, and my cabinets are stocked up to sustain you indefinitely. Judging by what a blob you are now, I imagine you won't be moving much soon.

Speaking of, I have a feeling you'd find it difficult to physically escape as well. All this time locked down here, I'd say you've atrophied a bit. Lugging around all that belly must be so hard, especially with how thick and cellulite-ridden your thighs are. The way you waddle suggests you would probably have a hard time with the stairs, too.

So, I'm afraid there's no other option for you. Oh who am I kidding? I'm not sorry in the least. In fact, I'm eager to get you doubled in size asap. I think I'll start bumping your calorie intake by a few thousand per day, starting today.

You like that, huh? I can see your chubby cheeks getting red. Don't tell me this is turning you on now. That'll only make this easier for me.

[ginevrapng]

ur blog brings me so much comfort!! can i pls request james potter the man himself who’s so big and strong and he’s so attractive and people wonder why he’s with u but neither he no the marauders stand for it and he comforts the hell out of u when it insecure about how chubby you are and he thinks you’re the most beautiful girl and you body is honest to god a bonus

sorry i NEED comfort

love u

sometimes it's hard to stay positive about your body and self image, you try you best but you know people wonder how you're dating the famous popular james potter, why he's with you. sometimes you become insecure about your relationship, you know that people wonder why you're together because he can 'do so much better' and sometimes you wonder the same. james is popular for a reason, he's strong and attractive and charismatic so you wonder why he's even with you. why would he settle for the chubby girl when he can have anyone he wants?

little did you know the marauders do not stand by when they hear people talk negatively about you, they say to you they'll be more careful with pranks now they're older but they take that back when they overhear someone say something about your relationship with james, really those people are lucky that james doesn't hex them.

today's one of your worst days, you're more insecure than you normally are and you're overthinking your whole relationship. james spots you in the courtyard and he can practically see the cogs turning in your head, "are you alright sweetheart?" you jump as you hear james' voice.

"i'm fine james," you mumble and smile unconvincingly.

james' eyebrows furrow in worry. "c'mon love, let's go back to my room." he holds onto your elbow gently and pulls you along lightly. you can't help yourself but turn to the the windows that line the classroom walls where you frown as you see yourself in the reflection.

james is worried but doesn't want to push you in saying something you're not ready to say, he wants you to feel safe enough to tell him, he's in no rush so when you get back to his dorm he shuts the door and smiles sweetly at you before he sits onto the bed. you play with the sleeves of your jumper and look down. james pats the bed next to him as you stand above him not moving.

"okay," you say quietly and make your way to the bed, you lean on his shoulder and turn your head away from him before so he doesn't see your face. he holds onto you tightly to try and comfort you but you just think about how much bigger you are than him. "james why are you with me?" you whisper.

"what?" james says confused, maybe he's misheard you.

you repeat yourself, "why are you with me?"

"why wouldn't i be with you?"

"you could have anyone you want james why me?"

" 'cause i love you, you silly billy."

"don't call me that loser," you mumble. james grins as he hears you call him a loser. he lifts you up and pulls you onto his lap. "james what are you doing?! put me down, i'm too heavy!" you say loudly, already trying to get out of his grasp but he's holding onto your love handles tightly.

"is this what this is about sweetheart? you think you're too heavy." you turn your head away from him, not wanting him to see your face. james cups your cheek gently and moves you he can see you. you stay silent and james kisses you forehead, "you're not too heavy in the slightest. i could carry you with one hand." he strokes your cheek and kisses you again.

"you're wrong, i'm too heavy james i'll hurt you. i don't know why you're even with me i'm chubby and not thin like other girls," you let out your feelings.

"sweetheart do you really think i have a problem with your weight?" he says delicately.

"who wouldn't?" you ask, trying not to cry.

james tries to resist laughing at the notion. "i'm sorry love but that is the most ridiculous thing i have ever heard."

"what are you talking about?"

"i love you and your body. do you really not know how hot you are?"

you twiddle with your fingers, "james stop that's not true. not my body."

he can't stop himself from laughing this time, although he immediately apoligises after. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to laugh it's just hilarious that you think i have a problem with your weight."

you start getting annoyed now, you feel like he's laughing at you and not being genuine in his compliments. "what are you even talking about james? just stop it."

"i'm saying that i love you and i think you're beautiful, your body is a bonus, a big bonus," he says earnestly. before you can interrupt him with your insecurities and doubts he keeps talking about you and continues praising you. "you're super soft and i love hugging you, you're so squishy. when you sit down and your thighs expand oh my god, it's so hot and i love how i can lay down on them and you play with my hair, it's so comfortable i could fall asleep." your face heats up as you hear him ramble, you realise he's not even focused on comforting you at this point, he's just distracted about how much he loves you and can't help himself but talk about it. he's just carried away and in his own world talking about how perfect you are in his eyes and how your body in his words is 'a big bonus'.

"when you cheer for me in quidditch matches you whoop and cheer and jump up and down, i can't help but get distracted as i see your pretty face in the crowd and the upper half of your body, which i can see, jiggle as you jump. it's so hard as captain because i should have complete focus on the game but i'm just thinking about afterwards when i can see you and kiss you. oh and when i grab your love handles and pull you towards me at random moments of the day, bloody hell i love hearing your little gasp in surprise as i feel your plush body pressed against my harder and stronger one." you smile at that as he talks about his own body and his confidence, you really are complete opposites in that sense.

"your tummy rolls are super cute and your pudgy arms are so biteable, just wanna give 'em a big old bite and leave a pretty mark for my pretty girl. and don't even get me started on your stretch marks-" you start giggling at his rambling.

"don't get started on my stretch marks jamie," you interrupt and as he sees you cheerfully smile, he grins in return. "thank you james," you press your forehead against his and hold onto him.

"it's okay love, honestly i got super carried away and distracted and i just wanted to talk about you," he nuzzles the crook of your neck.

"i could tell," you giggle.

"it's all true though. i really do love everything about you, you're the sweetest inside and out." he squeezes you.

"i love you too james, you're the best boyfriend in the world." he smiles gleefully in return.

"let's get into bed," he says suddenly standing up and picking you with him.

you gasp not expecting it, "it's the middle of the day jamie."

"yeah but it's winter and i want a cuddle." you can never say no to a cuddle with james.

i'm so glad my blog brings you comfort and i really hope you like this and brings you comfort too!! it brought me comfort and i wrote it asdfghjk. this became longer than intended but i got carried away a bit.

love you too<3

[i-cant-sing]

Missing jjk men so bad rn. Like who do I have to bribe for yandere Sukuna to fall in love with reader(me) to the pointvthatche worships her??? Like I want this man, on his knees in his big ole kimono, kissing my hand as he tells me how beautiful I look as his bride. The chains on my limbs are invisible to him. He has me on his lap in front of his court, and he swears his loyalty to me, along with his disciples💖💖💖

Yes, I'm well aware of how down right terrifying Gojo would be as a romantic yandere but... he's Gojo Saturo. The world literally changed by his birth. Power trip, guys. Like personally, I hate the god complex he'd have, but something about reader never truly being able to escape this man is... attractive. Once you have those ice blue eyes set on you, there's no one who can help you and no where you can hide.

And he's a little bit (actually a lot if u keep on resisting him) sadistic.

Missing Toji sm because I'm so behind on my revision and my hearts sinking and I'm gonna have a panic attack soon and I just wanna lay on his big tiddy chest and softly sniffle as he pats my back, whispering he'll take care of everything.

He snipes out my examiers, changes my grades and then makes me his housewife, all while I'm blissfully unaware because I was taking care of baby Megumi and his soft chubby cheeks🥺💖

Also something about yandere Yuta because he'd treat me right, but I don't have time to write so one yall gonna have to send it to me in asks. Come on, do it🥺

[two-white-butterflies]

post mortem | part five

Description: Six thieves gather hostages and lock themselves in the Royal Mint of Spain - a criminal mastermind by the alias of the Dragon manipulates the police to buy them enough time to print money. (money heist au)

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Reader, Aegon Targaryen x Reader, and Aemond Targaryen x Reader.

Rating: Mature 18+

series masterlist | part four

(BEL-AIR, LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA. COLE ESTATE.)

Alicent Hightower knew the price of fortune - all of the material things she had in this life was because of her hard work. She was born in a small village; Bohoniki. It was engraved in her mind that the only way that she'd escape poverty was to study hard. - and study, she did.

Studied so hard that her eyes were strained after a few years - and when the exam results came out - she was thrown away, casted aside for some hot-shot heiress that would probably waste the opportunity of going to college. That was the day that she vowed to work - to step on whoever's corpse it took to have what she wanted.

But she was a woman.

She always had to be a victim against other people's actions. She worked hard to get accepted into a new university, but she ends up falling in love with her Economics Professor. He was beautiful - with silver hair that went past his shoulders. She was enthralled with the way that the words spewed out of his mouth. She had three beautiful children with him - same in temperament, same in looks.

You could take a girl out of the cold, but not the cold out of the girl.

Sooner or later, she'd become the abuser too. She left her family for a businessman - a man that could provide the life that she desired - was it her fault? Partly, but now it's come to bite her.

"Aegon has always been a mischievous child. I don't know why - we always provided him everything that he wanted. Maybe, that was the reason - he had everything and nothing in this world made him happy. But stealing made him happy - he says that it excites him." Alicent cleared her throat, stirring her tea clockwise.

"- it's not the first time that the cops have knocked on my door." she chuckled bitterly, assuming that what had happened was a minor thing - a small shoplifting incident that would be fixed with a few hundred dollars.

"What Mr. Aegon Targaryen has done - is of a different level, Congresswoman. We'll need your help to get him back." Corlys smiled. The government airlifted him to USA the moment they found out about Aegon's identity. What they were doing needed to be stop - before it could become a precedence for other terrorists.

"Get him back? Is he lost?" Alicent joked again. Corlys' demeanor shifted, and he leaned back on the sofa. "He is a terrorist," he said bluntly, and the atmosphere slowly turned dull. "Is this about the PETA Organization again? He's a soft hearted boy," she reasoned and the man shook his head, placing a yellow file on the coffee table.

She quickly placed the teacup beside her - hands shaking as she reached for the file. "The Royal Mint of Spain: Currently Occupied by Terrorists." the headline read out, a picture of her son in the bubble beside the drawing. Her lips shudder, fingers touching the picture.

How long has it been since she's last seen a photograph of her son? Those chubby cheeks still remained, but his eyes were down-set and his eye-bags were more prominent. "This is not real, whatever game you're playing Inspector Corlys - it's not funny. Especially now that election season is moving closer." her voice turned stoic.

"I am afraid that it is not a game - The Government of Spain is losing money in their attempts to quell this act of terrorism. One of the accused is your son, and you will help us if you want to win the reelection." he threatened, placing the deal more bluntly - aware of how politicians could turn and twist narratives. "I can just deny his existence, there are no records that the boy is mine." Alicent's face suddenly turned cold.

Corlys resisted the urge to roll his eyes - the Congresswoman's poker face was as stupid as her platforms. "You and I both know that you're not going to do that. Parents love their children more than anything, even when they are the shackles that bind us." he stated, taking a nonchalant sip of his chamomile tea. Alicent breathes a sigh of relief, partly afraid of what they'd ask her to do next.

"How am I going to help you? In Aegon's eyes, I'm good as dead." she scoffed, unable to entertain the notion that her children still loved her. She didn't deserve their love, neither their time. "What year did you leave Spain, congresswoman?" Corlys inquired and her teeth burrowed into her lower lip. "Twenty-one years ago," she answered.

"Your son was 2-3?"

"4 or 6. I'm not sure," she replied - in a tone that told her that she still loved her children. "A little too young, but still old enough to realize that you abandoned him." he further explains, taking something out of a separate folder. He places it on the coffee table. In all bold letters, she could barely make out the outline of her son's name.

MY MOTHER, MY HERO By Aegon Matthew Targaryen

Her eyes trailed up - until she was staring deep inside of the Old Snake's eyes. She'll do everything it takes to save her son, even risk her political career.

(EIGHT HOURS INTO THE HEIST.)

"Is he going to be alright?" Rhaenyra couldn't help but inquire. She's only been around her brother as much as there were fingers in her hands, but she's grown to love him. She loves him the same way that a woman loves her son. The thought of him possibly dying - it didn't sit well with her. "There's a bit of bleeding, but Mysaria had it fixed." Daemon responded, and his niece raised an eyebrow.

"I thought we weren't allowed to use real names?" she placed a hand on his collar, straightening his zipper with rehearsed ease. "Force of habit," he shrugged while freeing himself from her grasps. It was impossible to stay sated around his niece - around a beautiful girl. When she came into his life - he rebuked her. He couldn't understand why his older brother would adopt his ex-wife's daughter.

Aemma cheated on him with a barber - now after she's died of Cancer. Viserys still loves her. Loves her more than he loves Daemon. He couldn't stand the girl, that's why he left for college - he'd rather live in another country than watch his brother play house.

"Does the Professor know that his son is bleeding?" Rhaenyra asked, staring into the camera - knowing that her father was watching from behind it. "He doesn't need to know, worst comes to worst, we'll need better medical care." Daemon took a sip of his cappuccino. "Does that mean that he's stopped bleeding?" she frowned and he shook his head. "Stop babying him, it's a fucking scratch." he placed the mug loudly on the ceramic table - carefully retreating into the halls before anything else happened between them.

Daemon prepared another cup of instant coffee, surprised to see Aemond cleaning his bandaged wound. "What are you doing?" his nephew sanitized the skin around the gash, Daemon takes a mammoth stride towards the window - watching the police prepare their camp around the Royal Mint. "Just because we're on the clock, doesn't mean that there isn't time for slacking off." he responded.

Turning to look at his nephew - whose attention was plastered back into that bleeding piece of skin. "I hope you don't mind, but I haven't told Volantis about this little injury yet." he pointed at the young boy and Aemond frowned. "Why would she need to know?" he acted oblivious, adding more fuel to Daemon's anger.

"You're clearly together," he gritted his teeth - voice full of envy. It was unfair! He fucked the girl first, but his nephew was reaping late game rewards. "We're not." Aemond responded bluntly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the entire world. "Explain to me why there's always a moaning contest in her room, then?" Daemon scoffed. "Is she always stretching? Watching a horror movie perhaps?" Daemon antagonized, watching his nephew throw a piece of cloth angrily.

"I don't care if she's learning pilates or watching fucking Annabelle. I just want to get my money and get out of here." Aemond could feel his patience running thin. "You wouldn't mind then, if I made her my wife?" Daemon smiled mischievously. Aemond was just about to reply, but Aegon suddenly barges inside the room.

"You have to look at what's happening outside. It's urgent!" the boy's panicked voice caught their attention. "What is it?" Aemond groaned - aware that he was unable to walk due to his injury. "Mother." Aegon whispered, and the room's atmosphere dulled.

(TWENTY-TWO YEARS BEFORE D-DAY.)

Alicent couldn't stand staring at her children. They'd cry all the time - and she couldn't stand their constant need for her attention. "Aemond please stop crying, I don't know what to do." she cried, holding her son close to her chest.

It was going to be four hours before her husband returned, and by then, he was going to be too tired to take care of children. It was unfortunate because he was the only one who knew what to do. Viserys was the only one responsible enough to maintain a home.

"He's probably hungry," Aegon peeked through the dark living-room. Alicent could feel more tears flow out of her irises. Her son needed milk, and she was too stupid to even think about that. "Yeah, yeah. Uhh Aegon can you please call Peepaw for me. I-I need help." she stuttered - ashamed of her stupidity.

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"You shouldn't have called me at this time, I had a sermon today." Otto scolded his daughter, removing his coat and placing it on the rack beside the door. "I didn't know what to do - the kids haven't stopped crying since their father left." she sobbed.

"I always told you that having children this young was a mistake. Imagine, you're only eighteen and you already have two-children? It is an abomination, Alicent." her father scolded, and she could only bow her head in the face of his criticism. She severely needed his help.

He reached for Aemond who was fussing in Alicent's arms. "I didn't have a choice, you told me that I'd go to hell if I didn't marry Viserys." she grimaced, and his dark glare returns. "Premarital Sex, Alicent. I couldn't allow you to sin." he gritted his teeth. His face softened, seeing the familiar figure of his favorite grandchild. "Aegon," he smiled before turning to his daughter.

"Go and rest, I will handle everything."

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[celestialanon]

Mornings with Bubs

Beelzebub x (gn) Mc

Fluff!

Hope you enjoy dear readers

It was somehow the quietness of the room that had managed to stir you awake. No sunlight beating at your lids, no awkward buzzing sounds first thing in the morning. The twin's room was always kept dark and quiet, it created a comfortable atmosphere that encouraged hours of sleep.

You felt the arm wrapped around your waist tighten, nudging closer against your demon's chest comfortably. A soft whistling noise could be heard whenever he breathed through his nose. You couldn't help but smile, running your hand over his arm, feeling how warm he was under the blanket.

You found yourself sleeping here more often than in your own bedroom. It was just so much comfier, and you got to be with Beel, so two birds with one stone. He'd usually pout whenever you said you were heading off to your own room, and there was just no way you could resist him then. He always wanted to be with you, and starting the day off by your side was a morning gone right.

You pushed his arm off only a bit to turn yourself over to face him, hearing him groan low and tighten his hold on you once again in your new position. He was way too cute when he got clingy, you wish you could take a video of him at that moment. But a part of you wanted to keep this side of him to yourself.

You moved a hand up to stroke at his cheek bones. Over his slightly chubby cheeks, and down to his too nicely cut jawline. Small hums escaped him at the touch of your fingers, running over his skin and admiring everything that makes him. Your cheeks could hurt from how hard you were smiling, scooting yourself closer to playfully nip at the end of his chin.

Then it was kisses that replaced those nips, everywhere you could reach. Over his cheek, against his eyelids, the tip of his nose which made him scrunch his face up cutely. You moved back down and placed soft kisses to his neck, feeling him wake up more as his hands began to rub circles into your back. You let yourself be cuddled into his chest, the scent of honey that was always attached to him filling your nose.

Beelzebub was relishing in your morning attention. What a lovely way to wake up, such a stark difference to when one of his brothers would come and pull him out of bed. Your skin was a bit cold under his fingers as a hand slid under your shirt. His warmth served as a good heater. He couldn't help the lazy smile that showed up on his face when you started kissing at his neck. He pushed you into his chest, sighing when he finally peeked an eye open and let it adjust to the dim lighting of the room.

He felt you shift under him, watching you poke your head out of his arms with a smile. You were so cute, he could just eat you up. Not literally, but you get the point.

"Morning, sweetheart. Finally awake?" Your voice was low and laced with tiredness, but it held that sweet tone you always gave him. He pulled you up to place a small kiss to your lips, because you missed that spot when you were kissing all over his face.

"Mmm... Morning." He gave you another kiss, and another, he was taking as much as he could get from you in his foggy state. You laughed softly under him, unable to move your arms because of the tight hold he had on you.

"Baby, I have to use the bathroom!" You attempted to move, and his arms got tighter. He placed his head over yours effectively trapping you.

"That's too bad, you'll have to go right here." He muttered, hearing your small "eewww" under him and smiling to himself.

"Seriously Bubs, let me out." He made a fake snore for good measure, and you groaned loudly against his chest to show your distress. He decided to show you pity and loosened his hold. You looked at him with a grin on your face, tapping his cheek playfully with your hand.

"Thank you, now I can go make you your favorite honey pancakes." His face immediately lit up at your words, his smile growing when you stole another kiss from him.

"With the scrambled eggs and bacon too?"

"Extra crispy with some ketchup!" You winked, and he crushed you in one last hug as you laughed. He always loved when you made him your human food.

"You're the bestttt Mc, I love you, I love you, I love youuuu..."

[sungbeam]

𝗰𝗮𝘀𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝘄/ 𝘁𝘅𝘁!

txt ot5 x gn!reader

1.2k words, FLUUUUUFF, kith for yeonjun?, barely proofread but it's v soft, except for beomgyu he's just hot.

a/n: ykw,, , i'm single asf.

CHOI YEONJUN … treats you to a shopping trip! (retail therapy is incredibly important, everyone)

You didn't realize when Choi Yeonjun was going to tag along with you, that it would end up with him trying on just about a dozen lipsticks and glosses. The two of you were in the high-end cosmetics store at the mall because you wanted to pick up this one birthday gift set for your cousin. Somehow… somehow, Yeonjun had convinced you to let him drag you all over the store as he hopped from brand to brand, swatching lip products on the back of his hand in differing shades of red. 

"What about this one?" He asked you, and he turned around from the small mirror on the shelf to show you. He pursed his lips in an adorable smile as he showed off the shade of glittery scarlet red. "It's pretty, no?"

"It is very pretty," you agreed. You took the tube from him and examined it. Smooth, glossy, and most definitely transferable. 

"Hey Jun?"

"Hm," he hummed in reply while hunting for his next tester. 

You gently took his chin in your hand and turned his head to yours. His eyes were wide as you pressed your lips to his with just enough pressure to transfer the color onto your lips. 

The kiss was short-lived, and Yeonjun chased your lips when you pulled away. 

You smacked your lips to spread the color around. "What do you think?"

Yeonjun looked at you in what could only be described as pure fondness. If he were a cartoon, he might have had love hearts floating from his head and popping out of his irises. "Perfect."

CHOI SOOBIN … holds a spa night for you!

"Sooobin-ah!"

Choi Soobin's head perked up at the sound of his voice as he shoved another slice of cucumber into his mouth. "Huh?"

You grinned at the sight of his slightly chubby cheeks, most likely filled with the five or so cucumbers he had just cut. You had just finished showering and brought down your little box of nail polishes from your upstairs drawer. "Bunny, if you eat any more of those, we won't have any left for our eyes."

Soobin pouted innocently as you came up to where he stood at the counter and gently took the knife away from him. "I was hungry."

"We had dinner thirty minutes ago," you quipped back with a laugh as you began quickly slicing the remaining cucumbers. 

He pouted even deeper, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind so he could tuck his head into the crook of your neck. His damp hair tickled your freshly washed face. "We only need four slices, though, honey."

You sighed, taking a couple pieces and holding it up to his mouth. He took them between his teeth and you ruffled his hair. "You're too cute, Bin. How can I resist you, hm?"

He giggled and hid his face in your neck. "Can you paint my nails blue?"

CHOI BEOMGYU … serenades you by starlight!

Why play Spotify when you can have a live concert, baby? Was what Choi Beomgyu had told you when you had suggested firing up the Bluetooth speaker. Your fingers were deftly occupied with braiding the bit of hair Beomgyu had grown out into a dark wolf cut, while he carefully reached over to the electric guitar propped up against the end of his bed. 

"How's it lookin'?" He asked you softly from between your legs where he sat on the floor, and you the bed. He turned on the speaker hooked up to the guitar, tongue poking outside his lips as he turned the volume down just slightly. 

"It's…" your words faded from your tongue as he began to strum, the sound echoing off the walls of his bedroom and filling you with a sort of warmth. A shiver ran down your spine, and you knew Beomgyu was smiling to himself because he knew it, too. "You look good as always, Beom."

He let out a husky laugh. "Thanks, baby. You do a good job every time."

You finished up braiding as much as you could before securing it with a small, black elastic. As his fingers strummed his guitar—the tune was familiar, but you didn't really care to pin it with a name—you wrapped your arms around Beomgyu's shoulders and rested your cheek against the top of his head. 

He let you lay there, your bodies pressed together and swaying slightly to the music he made. 

KANG TAEHYUN … takes you on a reading picnic!

There was something so soul-soothing about sitting on a grassy hill overlooking the calm waters of a lake. The weather was warm and comfortable, the tall trees towering around you shading both you and your partner from the sun's rays. 

Kang Taehyun had his eyes mostly focused on the pages of his book—mostly. He did, however, occasionally (frequently) cast a glance down at you. You laid in his lap, hair falling slightly in your eyes with the way you were lying, your eyes running across the page of your own novel of choice. 

There was a picnic basket on the opposite corner of the blanket, left untouched since you and Taehyun had cracked open your respective books. 

"Is your book not interesting enough for you, Tae?"

He blinked, snapping out of his daze. "Hm? What makes you say that?"

You smiled and laid your book face down on your stomach as you shifted to stare straight up at him. He did the same, setting his down on the picnic blanket to give you his full attention. "You've been looking at me more than the words on the page."

From your point of view, he looked nothing short of dreamy, with the gentle wind blowing through his strawberry blond hair, white button up sleeves rolled to expose his forearms. You could get used to this.

"Well, you're just a lot prettier than words on a page, darling," he replied with a smile curving up into his cheeks.

Yeah, you could definitely get used to this. 

HUENING KAI … indulges you in fresh bakes!

The sound of "Fresh Bread!" rang true like a doorbell as you and Huening Kai stepped through the door of the 85℃ Bakery and Café on the block. You inhaled the smell of freshly baked bread and pastries as Kai went to grab a clean, plastic tray and a matching pair of tongs. 

"Doesn't it smell good in here?" You chirped to him as you helped line the tray with a blanket of parchment paper. 

Kai chuckled at the adorable way you bounced on your feet as you surveyed the dozens upon dozens of options surrounding you both. There were far too many pastries lined up in each glass case, all crafted to mouthwatering perfection. "It does."

Cute, he thought as you carefully lifted the glass door of one of the cases to pluck a loaf of brioche with the tongs. He balanced the tray for you to place the bread on top of. 

"Hey baby, can you get me one of those marbled taro buns?" He asked you, inclining his chin toward the respective glass case. 

"Oh, sure!" You shuffled over and grabbed the pastry, then set it down on the tray. "Maybe we should get two," you said upon further consideration of the pretty, little lavender and white colored pastry. 

"Why don't we share one?" He suggested. "Lady and the Tramp style."

You giggled, and the sound was marvelous to Kai's ears. "Hyuka, how do you Lady and the Tramp a taro bun?"

"There's just a lot more kissing," he grinned.

a/n: skfnkejf literally speedran to finish this and format this >< gonna go to bed now @_@

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[amalia-uwu]

Fanart for SKÓLIX because I could not resist drawing the bunny doctor!

And sweet, soft Farmy (before all those... events...)

And huge Axe who has to lean down to see what the doctor is writing.

Thank you for the inspiration!

Those are quick, traditional sketches, but I had a lot of fun and thought you might enjoy these as well 🤍

I just woke up to see this?! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

Fanart?! Of my fic?! MY GOODNESS!!!

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Alright, listen up! *cups your cheeks*

THIS! IS! BEAUTIFUL! I LOVE IT! 🫂

Alright, I absolutely love the way you drew Axe. He looks so handsome (and hot in your style). Stars, look how huge he is is! Poor guy gotta lean down! I love how tall and wide he is!

I love his expression, the permanent smile that never leaves his face. Yet in his eyes you can see the concern and the concentration to read what is going on. ❤️❤️❤️

As of Farmy, he looks so cute! Smol and cute. I love his expression and how chubby he is! He seems, shy, soft sweet and slightly embarrassed?. I love how you drew him! 💚💚💚💚

And we finally reach my girl! 💙 Ophelia! I love it! You made her so cute!! 💙 Look how beautiful and adorable she is! I love her expression and posture!! Her face looks absolutely cute!! 💙

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MY MORNING IS BETTER!

* crushes you in hug*

WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME WOMAN?!

THANK YOU SO MUCH!! 💙 I CAN'T STRESS THIS ENOUGH! I AM SO GRATEFUL FOR THIS!! 💙

The sketches are beautiful, brilliant! Spectacular pieces of art!

I feel honored and I enjoyed them! I'll cherish them!! 💙

[jessiemeows]

Insecure

Pairing: Spawn Astarion x F! Tiefling Redeemed Durge/Tav

Summary/Setting: post-Cazador and post-Ansur the dragon in Act 3, Astarion and the companions are back near the Rivington camp. Karlach accidentally hurt our poor vamp’s feelings lol.

I wrote something a while ago regarding Astarion most likely gaining weight from finally having access to blood after years of starvation so I wrote it a little short story for it!

Rating:  pg-13 lmfao, very light but mentions insecurities around weight

I wrote this while wine-drunk last night so, hopefully, there are not too many errors! 

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Karlach exclaimed, "Come here, Fangs! I need to pinch those cheeks of yours!" while inching her fingers closer to Astarion's face. Astarion had just finished sewing up Clive, the teddy bear, who was Karlach's partner in crime. As a rogue, Astarion could easily dodge Karlach's attacks, whether it was her bear hugs or pinches, but he let the fiery tiefling have her way with him now and then.

“You are just so adorable, I can see why Eris can't resist you.” Karlach was rambling on about the vampire, smooshing his face to the point he could barely speak “Eris is such a lucky duck to have a chubby little vampire.”

Astarion's eyebrows furrowed as he glared at Karlach. "Chubby?!" he shouted, squirming out of the tiefling's grasp. His face was red and sore from Karlach's previous actions. "What do you mean by calling me chubby?!" Karlach's eyes wandered, searching for answers, giving him a dazed look. "I- Astarion," she stuttered in response.

Halsin stopped teaching the Scratch and Hoots how to roll over, and Gale, Minthara, and Shadowheart paused their conversation to look at them. Lae’zel’s usual loud sharpening sounds of her greatsword ceased, and the sudden silence was deafening. ‘Great,’ he thought to himself “now the whole camp was staring at them now.”

"I-just," Karlach stuttered, trying to choose her words carefully. "Since you and Eris have been together and you've been eating from her, you've filled out a little bit. It's not an insult! You deserve to finally be happy! That's all I meant, Astarion."

Astarion waved his hand at Karlach dismissively and stormed off to his tent, relenting on his next poorly chosen words.

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Eris had returned from a retreat with her companions Wyll, Jaheria, and Minsc. They had been hunting for fresh game and gathering vegetables to celebrate the defeat of Ansur, the dragon, and Wyll's new title as 'The Blade of Avernus'. After the celebratory meal, they all sat by the fire. Minsc was telling one of his many stories while Jaheria kept interrupting him, saying that she remembered the story a little differently. Of course, Minsc claimed that it was how Boo, the giant miniature space hamster remembered it, so his story was the truth. 

The tiefling spent hours enjoying the company of her friends, laughing and drinking. However, she couldn't help but miss the absence of her vampire partner who had retreated to their tent for the night. This wasn't anything new for Eris, as he sometimes became moody and preferred to be left alone. In fact, it was often for the better that he did so, as he had gotten into arguments with others on more than one occasion. But it was quite unusual for him to not even come out to greet her once she returned from her travels and to say hello.

As the night was drawing to a close, she said her goodnights to her friends and made her way back to her shared tent. She may have been a little tipsy from the wine she had consumed earlier, and all she could think about was kissing her adorable, charming vampire. However, upon stumbling into the tent, she noticed the elf sitting quietly, reading and sulking about.

"Hey Astarion, is everything okay? Or are you mad at me? You seem quiet tonight," Eris asked as she began to change into her nightclothes. Astarion's gaze wandered as he took in her hourglass figure, admiring her soft curves. "I missed you at dinner," Eris added, tilting her head at him. Astarion remained silent, lowering his eyes again and pretending to read his book while avoiding eye contact with Eris.

"Astarion," Eris said again, this time staring at him with big, puppy eyes and a pout on her lips. He couldn't resist those eyes. "Hm? Oh, it's nothing," Astarion replied, trying to hide his true feelings. Eris, however, knew him too well. She finished getting dressed and crawled towards him, sliding her arms in between him and shutting his book. 

"I know you're hiding something from me, Astarion," she said while resting her head in the crook of his neck. "Come on, you can tell me. What is it?" Her warm breath left a trail of kisses down his neck to his jawline. He could smell the wine on her breath, which meant she was a bit tipsy. She always got playful when she drank. He tightened his grip around her waist and pulled her onto his lap.

“You’re gonna think I’m silly.” He trailed off before speaking again. “Do you think I've gained weight since we met?” 

A moment of silence followed, Astarion released his grip on her waist and placed her back beside him. "Wait, let me speak, my love," she pleaded. Despite her words, the vampire turned back to the book he had been reading. However, before he could start reading again, she sprawled herself on top of the book on his lap and let out a groan.

"Instead of throwing a temper tantrum, please go ahead and say what you need to," he said, clearly upset with her silence.

"Astarion, I won't lie to you. Yes, you have gained weight, but it's a healthy weight. When we first met, you were very thin. I was surprised when you were able to hold me down when you used that dagger against me." She quickly sat up, straddling him and cupping his face.

"Ugh, when are you going to let that go?" the vampire rolled his eyes at her.

"Never," the tiefling giggled quietly, "but you've gained a significant amount of healthy weight. You're so much stronger than before, and you're still absolutely beautiful to me." Eris started kissing Astarion's cheeks, then moved to his neck. Meanwhile, Astarion began tracing his fingers on a couple of scars she had on her back, slowly inching his fingertips underneath her shirt. He let out a soft moan as she nipped his neck with her own fangs. The poor thing was trying to show him a taste of his own medicine. "And I wouldn't change how you look now for the world."

Astarion's cheeks began to blush. He grabbed Eris's chin and parted her lips with his own. "I love you so much, Astarion," Eris said, breaking their kiss momentarily. "I love you too, Eris. I will always love you.  How about a little fun, hm?”. He deepened their kiss by rolling Eris over to her back, feeling her smile silently say yes.

[cherryrainn]

i found a sequence of fanarts of onceler's mother telling stories about chubby oncie that I really wanted headcanons from fem!reader listening to these stories and imagining how it would be and Oncie all embarrassed like "oh my god what a shame, the girl i like now knows that"

ooo! sounds cute!

☽ ༚  ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰  ༵ ༚ ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰ 

— innocence and embarrassment

isabella talking about chubby onceler headcanons

onceler's mother invites you over for a cozy evening at their home. you and onceler sit on the living room couch, eagerly listening to his mother's stories about his childhood.

as the stories unfold, you can't help but be captivated by the adorable imagery of a young and chubby onceler. his round cheeks, messy hair, and innocent mischief paint a heartwarming picture in your mind.

onceler squirms in his seat, his face turning a deep shade of red as his mother gleefully recounts embarrassing anecdotes from his childhood. he can't help but feel a mix of nostalgia and mortification at the same time.

as the stories progress, your imagination runs wild, picturing a younger version of onceler. you imagine him waddling around with his rosy cheeks, his eyes wide with wonder and curiosity.

while onceler tries to hide his embarrassment, you notice the subtle smile tugging at the corners of his lips. it's clear that even though he's embarrassed, he appreciates the love and care his mother poured into those stories.

unable to resist the opportunity, you playfully nudge onceler, whispering

"aw, chubby little oncie was adorable! i can totally see it."

his cheeks burn brighter, and he tries to hide his face in his hands.

"oh my god, please don't tell me you found those stories good,"

he stammers, his voice filled with a mix of embarrassment and amusement.

you can't help but chuckle at his reaction, realizing just how precious these stories are to him. it's a glimpse into his past and a reminder of the childlike innocence that still resides within him.

despite his initial embarrassment, onceler gradually realizes that you're enjoying the stories and finding them endearing. he starts to relax, knowing that you appreciate his past and the person he has become.

at one point, his mother teases him about a particularly funny mishap, and both you and onceler burst into laughter. his embarrassment momentarily dissipates as he joins in the lightheartedness, embracing the joy of the shared moment.

you grin, reaching over to give his hand a reassuring squeeze. "it's okay, onceler. these stories are adorable, and they just make me appreciate you even more."

he meets your gaze, his eyes sparkling with gratitude. "you think?"

"absolutely," you reply,

[cutiedwaekki]

Kind of magic

Or were Felix is a kind but inexperienced fairy who though that with a little help of magic he could easily make his cookies softer and rounder ... not making people who ate them soft and rounder

A/n : basically an old idea i got and posted on my previous blog but I never went to the end of this idea so I might as well do it now. Kind of short also but as i said i'm in a middle of a blank page syndrome

Btw if you guus didn't know yet but you can come and check my wattpad account if somes prefer to read more on this other platform than here or ao3 i want to do my maximum to make my fic more accessible for anyone :D

Warning : this fic contains magical/fast weight gain , feederism , fairy au , ot8

Enjoy ♡

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For as long as he could remember, Felix had been a bad fairy. He'd failed all his potions classes, blown up a tree and not to mention his best friend Jisung, who'd had blue hair for a year because of him. Admittedly, the quokka had reassured him that he liked the color, but that just showed a little more how inexperienced the young fairy was.

After all, having wings, flying and talking to animals was enough for him!

Still, he tried as hard as he could to improve his skills, especially when compared to his friends who, although some of them were wizards, had a better grasp of magic than he did.

So, to celebrate the arrival of summer, they were going to meet up by the big oak later on for a picnic. Minho would bring the food, Jisung and Changbin the drinks. Hyunjin and Seungmin would provide the entertainment, Jeongin would bring the plates and cutlery, and Chan would set the scene. Felix was in charge of dessert, since he was so good at it and his friends often asked for his pastries.

So on this occasion he thought a little magic formula would help him make his cookies more perfect than they already were. Make the shape round, the texture melt-in-your-mouth and crisp. Nothing could be simpler! All he had to do was formulate his spell and apply it to his dough.

It took a few tries before he had the perfect batch. Big, golden, thick and with a smell so sweet and addicting that Felix couldn't resist tasting one. Then a second, a third and a fourth. In the end, of the twenty or so cookies he'd prepared, only four remained.

-"Oh no, what have I just done? Ah, if I just multiply them, it'll be easier," declared the fairy, casting another spell that multiplied the cookies, leaving him with around thirty of them before raising them and sending them off to the pixnic site, at least one spell he knew how to master!

"-It's hot in here... my apron is so tight on me" he added, before undoing his apron and putting it away as he flew heavily to his room to change. It was strange, he felt... weird, like he was heavy, but it must have been after eating so many cookies! The fairy had a very small appetite, so such gluttony must surely have weighed him down!

"It's definitely not that" he thought as he saw the reflection of her silhouette. My God, he was chubby! His cheeks had become as round and plump as Jisung's! How could he not notice his belly pushing against his shirt? His pants trying to survive between his protruding love handles, wide hips and thighs pushing against the fabric. How did this happen? Just this morning he'd been this slim little fairy, and now he was just a chubby fairy who certainly looked adorable, but that wasn't the point!

Suddenly he realized something crucial... he'd just sent those same cookies to the picnic site... and knowing Changbin and Jisung they were going to taste a few before everyone got there. He had to stop them!

But after changing into more comfortable clothes! They made Felix feel as if he was going to explode at any moment!

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Meanwhile, by the big oak tree, the fairies and wizards were arriving one by one. As it happened, they were all ahead of schedule, with only Jeongin and Felix missing.

-"Oh, Felix sent us something! I bet it's his brownies!" Changbin exclaimed, pointing to the basket as it moved towards them.

-"no, silly, it's cookies, he told us! Seungmin replied, nudging the fairy.

-"I haven't eaten anything for beign able to eat all day right now" added Jisung who opened the basket and took one of the cookies to taste before being stopped by Minho.

-"It's rude to eat when not everyone's here, Hannie".

- "It's just a detail, I'd rather be rude than hungry" he said before putting the cookie in his mouth, gemissakt almost to the taste that surprised everyone.

Jisung immediately grabbed another, then a third, seemingly unable to stop. So Changbin followed him, also curious and hungry. An so he also ended up with the same behaviour as the wizard. The others, out of curiosity, decided to do the same. After all, Felix's cookies were reputed to be delicious and addictive, but this much?

Oh yes, they were fucking addictive!

So much so that the six of them had devoured almost everything, leaving a few for Jeongin and Felix, but the rest had ended up in each of their stomachs.

-"Guys, that's not nice, we ate it all before them. Jeongin's going to sulk now" added Chan, amused though he was by the situation, he felt almost like a father looking after his children.

- "Don't say that, it's not like- FELIX?!" Hyunjin cut himself off when he saw a silhouette approaching from the distance, and although he didn't pay much attention at first, he soon noticed two important details:

1: it was Felix

2: he'd become very chubby since the last time he saw him

Everyone was shocked to see the blond man like that, looking as if he could barely fly as his wings struggled with the extra weight.

-"What happened to you, Lixies?" They all cried out, even though they were used to it, and given the many experiences he'd had or tested in the past.

- "Hm ... long story but guys please tell me you didn't eat any of the cookies"

- "Quite the opposite, there are only two left" added Seungmin, pointing to the now empty basket.

Felix sighed heavily as he sat down next to his friends, "Oh no, no, this can't be happening!

-"Calm down mate, is there a problem?" tried to reassure Chan by rubbing his counterpart's back, but it didn't seem to reassure him.

- "Well ... I wanted to use a little magic in my cookies to make them softer and rounder but-"

-"Guys, what's going on?!" Jisung exclaimed as he noticed his fingers rounding before pressing them against his face, which was becoming just as round.

-:Damn, man, you're getting fat!" swore Changbin in astonishment before Jisung retorted, "You too, man!" Before the brunette saw his belly push against his top until it popped out of his shirt and was exposed for all to see.

-"Wow, what the hell?" Minho exclaimed, trying to stand up and analyze the situation. Except that he, too, experienced this inflation and fell back to the ground at the same time on his newly bulging ass, raising him a bkt higher.

And so it happened with each of them. The weight differed according to the quantity of cookie eaten. The most gluttonous ones, like Changbin and Jisung, ended up really huge, to the point where even their jean and shirt buttons couldn't take it anymore. Not to mention their bellies, which leaked out of their jeans and rested heavily on their thighs.

The "lucky ones" were Hyunjin and Chan, who had eaten the least, ending up with a slight gain. Chan had lost his musculature for a thin layer of fat, while the fairy was simply curvy with thick hips and a bulging belly.

And Minho and Seungmin were just right, almost as big as Felix or even a little smaller, with Minho's thick, broad thighs and the puppy a plump torso.

They all turned to Felix in shock.

-"-Except I must not have made it clear enough in my spell that just the cookies had to be", he added shyly as they all sighed. But they knew the blond didn't mean any harm, and besides, it wasn't an unpleasant experience that all even enjoyed.

- "Hey, look, it almost looks like a face" joked Hyunjin, pointing to the quokka's belly, which, with its various superimposed rolls, could give the illusion of a face.

In the end, the picnic ended up comparing their bodies as they nibbled on the other snacks brought along and the chicken Minho had made for the occasion.

-"I could almost get used to it", Seungmin declared, rubbing his belly once he considered it plzins enough.

- "The same, it's so soft, but I don't think I can fly anymore at this stage" added Changbin, who tried, but without success, being able to lift himself a few centimetres ... a sensation both humiliating and exciting.

-"You're almost going to make me believe I did the right thing by using this spell", Felix laughed, although for once nobody contradicted him.

Perhaps this weight had awakened a hidden attraction in them. Why was it so attractive when they rubbed their bellies? Seungmin was right, they could get used to it.

Everything seemed perfect, they were having fun, singing, chatting, teasing each other, rubbing their bellies. In short, perfectly normal things!

-"Sorry guys, I had a last-minute problem to solve, but I promised I'd bring what I need and... ... Oh shit, you're all fat!" Here was the last one to panic at the call. Poor Jeongin was almost panicking at the sight, not knowing what to do or say.

But they knew what to do...

-"We'll explain everything Innie ... come and settle in , Felix made some cookies we left some for you"