#with: charlotte

[masterzmei]

with: @la-petitmortss when: early afternoon, pre-performance where: Savoy Dressing rooms

Sports writing gets very formulaic. Which football teams had matches, who won, who faked injuries and who actually got stretchered out of the arena. Highlights of the Superbowl or the Fencing World Final, and a short note on any local wrestling shows he'd be attending or boxers worth watching because Zmei's partial.

But in some of gaps between major seasons, Zmei has a few more liberties where he can truly focus on whatever he likes. He's still got a purple belt in Brazillian Jiu Jitsu on a mostly calcified knee, so what's his editor going to do? Fight him over wanting to go back to his roots and report on the incredible strength and technique needed for proper ballet? Zmei thinks not. The coward.

So he gets a ticket comped and a press pass to backstage. A handful of the corps girls are nervous at first but warm up to his brusque but genuine curiosity, and the cavalier is relieved to be interviewed in Russian without the clunkiness of a translator as they go back and forth about grip strength and workouts that isolate the thigh muscles most involved in leaping.

He's already tired and his muscles and joints only seem stiffer after talking to dancers all day, but he forces himself back to his feet and tries not to lean so much on his cane as he goes back over his notes for the last interview of the day. 'Make it seem effortless' is deadly, and already digging its way into his psyche.

Zmei stops at a delicate knock on door of where he's settled, and turns slowly, taking in her posture and the set of her feet even in street shoes with a small smile. He moves, holding out a hand to shake and a little too conscious of how he hobbles to meet her.

"... They do say you can tell a prima by how she walks. It's very true. Pleasure."

[noisuwa]

@charvlotte ha enviado '🐶' para que nuestros personajes visiten la sala de mascotas

Le estaba entregando la correa a un empleado cuando su perro tiró de repente, zafándose y corriendo hacia nuevo objetivo— ¡Cookie! —exclamó en protesta, antes de suspirar e ir tras su mascota, quien estaba reclamando la atención de una joven con gran determinación—. Es que le gusta conocer gente nueva, ¡está en su paraíso! —le explicó al caminar hacia ella.

[scurviesdisneyblog]

Character designs for The Princess and the Frog by Lorelay Bove

[msfangirlgonewild]

Romance tropes in bridgerton🐝

credits: @artemis_eureka on Twitter/X

[redroses07]

should i make a part 2?

[dailybridgerton]

BRIDGERTON + wedding dresses

[chloesimaginationthings]

Why the FNAF puppet loves the music box,,

[boygeniusbaby]

[thoughtkick]

Take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark. Lie down and close your eyes. Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day. And you can make it one more. You're doing just fine.

Charlotte Eriksson

[virtualsoup]

She can't move cause what if she wakes up the fluffy bartender and his spider twink

Epilogue

[ophelieverse]

Ready to defend Penelope Featherington from all of you haters:

[noisuwa]

🍫 - para que mi personaje le de un chocolate al tuyo // @charvlotte

— ¿Para mí? —preguntó con una gran sonrisa, extendiendo su mano para tomar el chocolate con cuidado, asegurándose de rozar dedos contrarios—. Qué linda, gracias. Compartámoslo, ¿sí? ¿Pensaste en mí cuando dijeron lo de enviar regalitos? Porque yo sí pensé en ti... —aclaró, con un guiño de por medio, antes de volver a estirar su mano sobre la mesa para que la contraria la tomara—. Aunque me parece que tienen muy pocas opciones. Me gustaría poder enviarte algo original, que demuestre que pienso en ti... Bueno, eso no importa ahora. ¿Cómo te sientes? Lo del museo fue... intenso.

[madfantom]

Don't forget the music box

A little art about an outside look at how Charlie's ghost pulls his puppet out of the box. When the music stops, she wakes up. And of course will not be able to go anywhere without an animatronic obsessed with her And it's just colored traditional art

[psygull]

my buddy wound man fell asleep first at the sleepover but we couldn't figure out anything to do to him since it had already been done

[homuraholic]

Madoka, Mami and Homura by Pinlin [pixiv] [twitter] [instagram] 

♡ reprint permission was granted by the artist.

[carebearbussy]

ᥫ᭡ thinking about heian era! sukuna having a heavy breeding kink, seemingly out of nowhere.

you bring up a mere idea at dinner, the conversation quickly turning normal, to you bringing up an idea he had never given a second thought to.

"do you ever want kids with me, 'kuna?"

you would ask him, innocently enough, a sickeningly sweet tone hidden beneath your words. but you would already know the answer to this question. he would look up at you, then back down at his food, annoyance pondering his mind. eating a slab of salmon sashimi, he took a bite, chewing slow enough to hint at his potential answer. placing down his chopsticks, he would look back up at you, scoffing to himself at your foolish inquiry.

"those small, annoying humans that require too much attention for their own good? no thank you, i have better things to attend to."

he says, focusing on the meal before him. but his thoughts soon get the best of him. and now that he thinks about it, he will need an heir eventually. and not only that, but what would you be like? as a mother specifically. you would require more attention than most of the time. which was something he secretly enjoyed indulging in, despite his negative reasoning towards infants. how would you look?

you would be more swollen than usual, you stomach would grow larger by day, your breasts will most definitely become more full by the day. the bigger picture, which was you, enticed him in a way. something about seeing you round with his child really had his head going.

and so thats how you ended up here, you knees tightly locked against your stomach, as sukuna absolutely plows into your already stuffed cunt.

this was the seventh time? eighth time? at this point, you couldn't keep track. but he had came wayyyy too many times more than an average man should be able to. it was excruciating, really, the whimpers leaving your mouth, his hands bringing your knees closer to your chest with every move of his hips.

his seed was leaking out of you, glop by glop, dripping down your bottom even more, as he kept going harder and rougher. splashes of your juices paired with his cum stained the bed, the squelching of your pussy becoming deafening with every smack of his heavy balls against the rim of your ass. and the tight grip he had on your locks wasn't helping his case.

"hah, you're gonna give your king his offspring? yeah? r' you gonna be a good little mother f'me? make me an heir?"

he asks, your head barely able to focus on anything other than trying to stay sane. you felt sooo full, but this apparently wasn't enough for sukuna, or his heavy urges to breed your sloppy cunt. you nod eagerly, not wanting him to go any harder than he already has. but with the way he kept abusing your womb, it seemed like you were enjoying it, as sukuna relishes in your facial expression, your eyes rolling back, your mouth hung open wide enough to stuff two of his free fingers in.

"you'd be such a good mother, so obedient too. you wanted to rile me up, didn't you? i'll give you what you want, woman."

moaning into his fingers, you swirl your tongue around his digits, making him hum contently. you try to focus your vision onto his eyes, but the way he pushed his chest further into yours, had you practically cross eyed. hitting a new angle, you felt yourself completely let go, officially adding onto your list of orgasms you had previously had that night.

he released his fingers from your mouth, a coat of your saliva stringing upon release. he ceases to pull out of you, instead letting himself nuzzle nicely into your warmth, releasing yet again inside of you, earning a whine of complaint on your behalf. he playfully slaps your cheek with his wet hand, trailing it down to your pussy, playing in the ring of his semen around his cock. you squirm slightly, as you watch him then bring his cum coated fingers up to your mouth, pushing them back inside your mouth, making you taste his seed, some of his cum pooling around your lips.

"does that taste good? i bet it does, since you seem to love my seed so much. i cant wait to see you so full, besides from right now, of course."