#i'm so sorry this took so long aahhhh

[svtdarlingbby]

Let’s Start Some Rumors The8xIdol!Reader - Part 3

pairing: The8 x reader genre: idol au  warnings: occasional cursing  word count: 1594

Part 1 Part 2

“Are you absolutely sure Y/N?” sighed Minghao as he felt your squeeze his hand.

“Yes, and hey, maybe we could have some fun out of this whole scenario. Trolling is your thing, right?” you laughed as you took your hand off his and playfully nudged his shoulder.

“Yes, I love messing around with the press. I can’t wait to see what carats would say too,” giggled Minghao. 

“Good! Well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow for the whole dating scandal?” you asked with a more relaxed expression. 

“You bet! See you Y/N,” said Minghao as you two parted ways. 

Tomorrow was going to cause a scene for sure

The next day arrived rather quickly. Seeing the numbers from your comeback continue to dwindle just made you want to do nothing but sleep early. However, you just couldn't sleep knowing that you were going to go on a date with Minghao of all people the next day. Minghao was your friend, right? You had nothing to be afraid of. But why were you feeling so nervous?

Just as the managers had told you, you arrived to the dressing rooms bright and early that morning. The bright lights of the dressing room conflicted with the remaining sleep that harbored your vision as you rubbed your eyes and suppressed a yawn. But what really woke you up was your utterly handsome friend, dressed in nothing but a black tank top and gray sweatpants waiting patiently for the stylists to bring him his outfit for your "date." His long black hair fell messily above his forehead as he raised a muscular arm to brush his hair out of his tired eyes.

How many minutes had you spent ogling at Minghao? You're not quite sure until he notices you, his eyes instantly brightening. You swore you heard him chuckle before he caught your attention.

"Hey Y/N, come over here!" gestured Minghao, snapping you out of your trance.

"Hi Minghao," you uttered, somewhat softer than you meant to, but nonetheless happy to see him. "It's early, isn't it?"

"Yeah, but at least I'm treating us to coffee later today on our date" chuckled Minghao.

"Oh yeah!" you chuckled, feeling your cheeks heat up. That came out way too enthusiastic, oh god! you thought as you mentally cringed at yourself.

Minghao only smiled and was about to say something until you were both bombarded by an army of stylists pulling you in opposite directions. The sudden shift to your curtain snapped you out of your embarrassment as some of the stylists began to lay out the outfit they had chosen for you and the others began to work on your makeup. They had gone with a rather simple look compared to your music video and stage makeup, but it was still effortless and complimented your features nicely. The hair stylist came in shortly afterwards to fix your hair. Like your makeup, your hair was also in a simple style that accentuated your facial features. A cute, simple pastel blue ribbon was also tied into your hair.

You thanked your hair and makeup team before getting up to get changed. Before you, the stylists presented a form-fitting, plain white long sleeve top paired with a frilly black skirt, the length shorter than what you're usually used to. Thankfully, you had the option to pair it with some sheer black tights. The boots were leather and long with a flirty heel. To top it off was a pastel pink trench coat since the weather was colder this season. However, the most important piece of the outfit was the silver infinity sign necklace; the pendant sparkling against the lights was sure to draw attention.

"So, what do you think Y/N?" asked manager Lina, seemingly appealing out of thin air.

"AAHHHH!" you jumped, you scream was loud enough to ensue chuckles among the stylists outside the curtain.

"Sorry! Are you nervous?" chuckled Lina as she nudged your shoulder.

"A little," you admitted, picking up the white shirt.

"Let me give you some privacy!" chirped your overly enthusiastic manager as she stepped out, leaving you alone to change into the outfit.

Sighing, you began to undress and replace your sweats with the flirty outfit the stylists had chosen for you. Once all of the articles of clothing were on you, you looked into the mirror and damn. The stylists at HYBE deserved a raise for making you look so effortlessly hot. The outfit flattered you in every way possible, emphasizing your beautiful body so well. You didn't want to admit how long you had been staring at yourself in the mirror but snapped a full body mirror selfie nonetheless. However, the infinity sign pendant made itself known as it shone against the lights in your selfies. Not going to lie, the necklace really brought the whole outfit together.

"Y/N!? Are you ready? We don't wanna be late!" yelled manager Lina on the other side.

"Coming!" you chirped, this outfit giving you the extra boost of confidence for your date. Wait. Your date. With Minghao. He was going to see you look this sexy with his name practically wrapped around your neck. You were feeling conflicted to say the least.

"OH MY GOSH! Y/N!!?? You've gotta do a sexy concept for you next comeback!" complimented manager Lina as she took in your form, causing you to giggle and feel flustered.

"Ahhh stop manager Lina!" you smiled, hiding your face and turning your body away from her only to bump right into Minghao.

"Oh! Sorry Y/N!" apologized Minghao as he suddenly shut his mouth and took in your appearance.

"Minghao! Sorry I should've paid more attention," you apologized, feeling even more flustered if that was even possible.

"You two are so cute! You look like a real couple!" noted manager Lina. You hate to admit it, but she was right. Minghao's outfit complimented your outfit so well. In fact, your outfits were almost identical. Minghao was wearing a white button up top that was tucked into a pair of black dress pants. He also had a trench coat loosely hanging over his shoulders in a pastel blue shade, which you noticed matched the ribbon in your hair. Then it came to you: the set of your music video was pastel colors. Just like your infinity sign necklace, the shiny flower necklace you wore in your music video was clasped against his neck in an almost obvious manner.

Neither of you knew how to reply, but you swore you saw Minghao smile at her statement. "You look pretty Y/N."

"Oh! Thank you Minghao! Um, you look handsome!" you stumbled but your smile couldn't help but grow as a result of his compliment.

Just as you two were having your little moment, Minghao's manager seemingly appeared out of nowhere. "The matching couples bracelets! We can't forget that!" he gasped, practically out of breath.

The bracelets were simple silver chains with two dangling charms: an infinity sign and a flower, representing the two of you. The both of you promptly slipped on the bracelets, thus completing the visuals to the ultimate "dating" scandal HYBE was about to pull.

"Ah don't they look perfect, Lina?" asked Minghao's manager as Lina nodded.

"The head manager told me to send him pictures before you two headed out! Smile!" she said as she pulled out her phone.

You awkwardly shuffled closer to Minghao and he did the same, maintaining a respectful distance between you two. "Oh come on, you two are supposed to be a couple!" said Manager Lina as she playfully rolled her eyes.

You awkwardly just laughed as you felt Minghao slowly begin to wrap an arm around your shoulders. "Is this okay?" he whispered.

You nodded as his arm rested around you and tried to subtly lean more into him, but just to make the picture look more convincing! In reality, you felt yourself become even more flustered at the physical contact between you and Minghao. Something about him asking if it was okay for him to touch you also stirred some feelings within you as you smiled for the camera.

Nonetheless, you two were ushered into the car that the company had paid for the two of you. As you both sat in the backseat, it felt like you and Minghao were approaching the impending moment that could change the trajectory of your careers. Despite you two being friends, it was still a daunting task.

Minghao noticed how stiff your form was next to him in the vehicle as you fidgeted with the bracelet that represented the both of you. "Are you okay, Y/N? It's not too late, you know," he said softly.

"I know. And I'm as ready as ever if I'm being honest," you replied, still looking down at the bracelet.

"Okay, but just let me know if you are ever uncomfortable," he said, gently patting your shoulder causing you to look into his reassuring and sincere eyes.

"Thank you Minghao," you smiled.

"It's no problem. Treat yourself baby girl, food's on me" Minghao said jokingly, making his voice sound more manly before whipping out the gift card given to him by the company.

You only laughed at his antics. "Baby girl? Oh Hao, I thought you'd be better at pet names!"

"Better? I thought all girl want to be called baby girls?" he feigned offense as you two erupted in laughter.

You're not going to lie, you felt your heart thump at the fact that Minghao called you baby girl even though you couldn't explain why. This man is literally your friend, how come him jokingly calling you baby girl made you flustered? It couldn't be because he was dressed so nicely, matching you and smiling at you, his dimples appearing and his eyes lighting up. But even when you two were joking as usual, he never called you baby girl or anything romantic like that! Your laughter began to subside as the car pulled into the parking lot before Minghao spoke up again.

"Yup, trolling Dispatch and the media and fans is going to be so fun."

Oh. That's right. You two aren't going on an actual date.

part 4 coming soon!

hiiiii sorry I've been missing! I've had school, work, and some major life stuff happen and I felt so bad putting off this series and leaving you guys hanging! I'll try to update more frequently, I forgot how much fun writing is! I hope you enjoy and let me know if you want to be on the taglist!

Taglist: @hoshipills @rodygr @shabzy1644 @spilled-coffee-cup @sev0-0 @jeonginssa

#seventeen x reader #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #svt x reader #seventeen fic #the8 x reader #minghao x reader #minghao x y/n #minghao x you #the8 scenarios #the8 x you

[bite-sized-devil]

hi sweet pea!! For the headcanon meme I’m thinking Asmo? (Yes he’s all I’ve thought about this week I can’t help it anymore 💀)

∇ - old age/aging headcanon

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

✿ - Sex headcanon

I hope you enjoy your days off!! 💛

Max my darling, I'm so sorry this took me so long. I have no excuses besides the obvious, I suck! 😭😭 I hope you like it! 🌻🌻

Warning: 18+ content below MDNI. I did try to keep the sex headcanon gender neutral for both Asmo and MC. Also consensual recording obviously. (I heard you the other day random anon with your clit and pussy Asmo so hopefully you can enjoy this too 💕)

Character Headcanons

Asmodeus:

Old age/aging headcanon:

Watching you grow old has been a privilege. He's loved every second of it. You are just as beautiful to him now as the day you met all those years ago.

He loves running his fingers through the streaks of grey in your hair. Kissing the wrinkles around your eyes, proof to him that he's made you laugh and kept you smiling your long life together.

If he could have had you for an eternity he would have, but he wouldn't trade the life he had with you for anything. Your soul will return to his in your next life, of that he is sure. He's been alive for a millenia, he can wait for you again.

Angry/violent headcanon:

"Holy shit, holy SHIT!" Mammon cries as he rushes into your room, slamming and locking the door behind him. "I've never seen him this mad before! MC please, ya gotta hide me!"

Mammon is frantically opening up your cupboard doors and throwing your clothes onto floor. Yes like that's not an obvious enough hiding spot.

"Mams what is-!" you're about to ask him what is going on, trying to pull him back out of the closet when you're cut off by the sound of your bedroom door getting blown off its hinges and smashing to floor.

It's Asmo standing in your doorway, looking deadly in his demon form. Gorgeous as always but the air around him is thick with fury. The look he's giving mammon would kill you out right if he was directing it at you. Speaking of Mammon, he's currently trying to shield himself with your body. Typical.

"MAMMON! THAT WAS LIMITED EDITION YOU IDIOT... Oh hi MC darling, you look absolutely radiant today... DOES YOUR PEA SIZED BRAIN EVEN COMPREHEND THE MEANING OF THOSE WORDS? THERE ARE ONLY THREE IN EXISTENCE!!" He pauses in the middle of his yelling to acknowledgement your presence in the room before continuing his tirade of abuse.

Mammon is quaking behind you, the fact that he isn't trying to speak up for himself, even at the dig at his intelligence, tells you everything you need to know.

"Asmo, STOP!" You command, you hate using your pact on Asmo this way but you have too protect Mammon, and your room!

Sex headcanon:

A delicate hand has a firm hold on your chin making it impossible to look anywhere but forward. The big lens in front of you recording every little squirm and wiggle you make while trapped in your partner's arms.

"Look at the camera baby, don't be scared." Asmo's soft voice caresses the shell of your ear causing a shiver to run up your spine.

"I-I'm not." You stutter in response, a fresh blush blooming on your cheeks. You're not scared, you're just nervous about the camera. It's the first time you've been filmed like this; fully naked while being pleasured by your lover.

You feel the answering chuckle against your shoulder in between kisses so sweet you feel like melting into a puddle.

The hand not gripping your chin has been slipping down your shirtless torso so slow it's like torture. You can't stop a high-pitched whine escaping your lips as asmo's fingers slide down your hip and caress your inner thigh.

"P-pleeease Asmo-aahhhh." Your plea turns to a moan of pleasure. Those pretty, expert fingers have finally made their way to your sex. One of your hands fists those rose gold locks as you try and ground yourself, those soft fingers making you feel like your floating away.

"Be a dear and cum for the camera baby, need to show you how beautiful you look when you come undone under my touch."

Hope you liked reading this as much as I did writing it! I haven't written for Asmo in a while besides script fics so this was nice. I love my pretty baby <3 <3

#obey me! #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me fandom #om! #om! shall we date #obey me mc #om! mc #obey me smut #obey me fanfic #obey me asmo smut #om! asmodeus #asmo x mc #obey me asmodeus #obey me! asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me! asmo #swd asmodeus #asmodeus x reader #obey me headcanons #obey me asmo headcanons #saadie's requests 🌻

[one-green-frog]

Take Care Of Me

Aahhhh finally, it took me so long to actually write it. Sorry that it took so long, but I'm gla di finally did something, and no worries I will post a part 2 of this eventually

Artist: @akehisa_9901 on Twitter

It wasn't easy raising a child all alone. Nannies weren't an option, as it turn out, they weren't the most trustworthy people.

Bonten work always got in the way of spending time with his kid, but he wouldn't dare complain.

He loved his little kid dearly, anyone who dares to lay a finger on him will experience what it's like in hell.

Unfortunately for Kakucho he couldn't just leave his son with security guards, he was still pretty young and needed to learn a thing or two, and maybe make some friends on the side. So he did the only thing that came in his mind, and that was, unfortunately, a daycare.

The single father hated to see his son excited for the daycare, was he not sad to leave his papa? He couldn't drive the youngster to the daycare himself, work called and he had to go, but at least he could pick him up at the end of the day and maybe meet his caretaker.

The young Hitto walked happily through the door, a smile on his face and ready to face any challenges that day, already forgetting his father that was still sulking a bit.

The day ended pretty normally, mini Kakucho had a lot of fun running around the playground and meeting the other kids. He was pretty sure the boy he played with was is friend, which made him only happier.

The sun was about to set, all the other kids already got picked up by their parents, except for one. (name) couldn't leave unless all the kids got home, so he had to wait until the youngster would be picked up, but he didn't mind, the kid was fun to be around. The two talked about all sorts of things, of course the kids knowledge was limited, but they had an interesting conversation nonetheless.

Meanwhile Kakucho was frantically trying to drive the car safely to the daycare, he hadn't noticed how late it has gotten while working. Calling the daycare wasn't an option, because like a complete idiot he forgot to write down their number, he just hoped that this wouldn't cause any problems in the future.

Finally arriving at the building he jumped out of the care and ran towards the two figures sitting on the stairs in front of the door.

Kakucho embraced his son, holding him tightly against his chest while chanting apologys to the boy for being late.

"Don't worry papa, the nice man gave me candies while we were waiting. We even talked about my favorite bug!!!!"

Kakucho finally looked up towards the man standing next to him, ready to apologize before the words got stuck in his throat. Before him stood an absolute beauty, a smile that shine so bright, the sun would be jealous. With short (color) hair and a rather fit build he looked absolutely stunning. The father stuttered a rather harsh 'sorry' before quickly going back to his car, his child still in his arms, before driving of.

Kakucho was blushing like a mad man. The daycare worker was just so cute, how could he not. The whole car ride back home he was thinking about that radiant smile he had on his face, even though Kakucho was very latex he still smiled at him as if saying 'don't worry, you can trust me'.

And the realisation hit him.

He didn't even properly talk to him, he just took his kid, jumped into his car and off he was, like a complete asshole.

He must hate him now.

But he couldn't leave it like that. No, Kakucho is a gentleman, of course he was going to apologize the next time. With flowers. And maybe propose? No, jokes aside, something must be done to restore their non-existent relationship.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revenger x male reader #tokyorev #male reader #x male reader #tokyorev x reader #tokyo rev x you #tokrev #anime #kakucho hitto #tokrev kakucho #kakucho x you #kakucho x y/n #Kakucho x male reader #bonten kakucho

[gunsatthaphan]

hiiiiiiiii again <3

in honor of Tinn entering his proto-bf era, can I (may I) humbly request a gifset compilation of Aspirational Malewife Tinn?

(aka all the times he said something along the lines of "I just wanna be his booooyfriiieeend")

(kind of amazed no one else has done this yet, tbh XD)

anyways big fan much love have an amazing day :D

aahhhh this took so long I'm so sorry 😩

I've been so busy lol.

but of course I couldn't NOT do it because you're so very valid for that request dfhgkfd

here you go!! I hope you like it 🙈

xxx

#my school president #tinngun #geminifourth #gif request

[smhalltheurlsaretaken]

it was the old post about how anakin and padme's relationship is so unjustiable (which i vehemently disagree with as i think their relationship is tragic and beautiful and i rather love them both as a ship and as characters)

sorry if i came off as lashing out i just get quite frustrated in this fandom sometimes because it feels like all the pro-jedi blogs are constantly hating on anakin and his relationships without being willing to understand him at all...but then i go over the pro anakin blogs and they have great metas on him but hate on the jedi to insane extents. AHHHH.

i actually agree with a lot of what you have to say re the mandos as a whole, although maybe not to the same extent, but i have a soft spot for them due to din jarin and because there are things from their culture which i relate to from my own religion.

Aahhhh that's what I thought it might be about (and why I asked if you'd been looking at the outdated masterlist) - that post is a couple of years old iirc and tbh I've been unhappy with it for a long time now. I wouldn't write it today at any rate, I've mellowed towards them both. (Hence why I took issue with the "constant" bit.)

I think I'm reasonably open to understanding Anakin - I'm pals with several people who basically adore him too. I'm just frustrated with his choices the same way I'm frustrated with Dooku's: I understand WHY they do what they do, it's just tragic that they would. Totally get your frustration tho.

Who doesn't have a soft spot for Din? I also absolutely love love Sabine Wren and on paper there's plenty to like about honor, duty and bravery.

#ask #anonymous #glad you don't hate me anon 😂

[aggimaginary]

The Bad Guys (my version) - Good To Be Bad (chapter 2)

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Hey guys! Sorry I have to schedule my updates every 5 days, I have to. I need more time to do a lot of editing for the Bad Guys fanfic. Anyway, this is chapter 2. Have fun!

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Dancing and singing along to the music, Wolf and his friends sped through the streets of Los Angeles. Behind them, a whole new fleet of cop cars had now joined the chase. The chief's car pulled up beside them, and she climbed out the window—she would do whatever it took to catch the Bad Guys!

"I'm going to put you guys away for so long, your fleas will have fleas!" She growled. The chief grabbed the door of Wolf's car, causing the Bad Guys to scream in surprise, and pulled it toward her with tremendous strength as she was hanging–suspended–between her own car and his, like a bridge.

Shark leaned out the window, "Chief... you want some cake?" he offered. "You seem a little hangry."

Piranha, Tarantula, and Hornet laughed in response.

The chief shouted back, "Get that thing out of my face before I—"

Wolf cut her off, "Excuse me, Chief?"

"What?" the police chief sputtered.

Wolf gestured with his chin for the chief to take a look at the road ahead. While she'd been focusing on stopping the Bad Guys mobile, her own car had nearly sideswiped a bus! "Aahhhh!" she screamed, moving backward just in time before to prevent a collision. She clutched the wheel and climbed back into her car. The chase was still on.

Just then, more police cars are coming towards them with no escape.

Knowing that the Bad Guys were surrounded, the chief grinned evilly, "You're mine."

Wolf was driving straight toward a blockade of police cars. They were totally boxed in! Wolf just kept accelerating as if he didn't see that there was nowhere for them to go but straight into the blockage.

Because of the speed of the car, the red balloon that Snake held was blown out of the window.

Hornet took notice of the balloon flying away, and shouted, "Aawww, you lost your balloon!" Then, he eyed at the balloon, ascending up to the sky, and waved to it, "Bye-bye, b'loon!"

But, deep inside, Snake was happy that he lost his balloon. He didn't need a balloon to remind him of his birthday anyway.

Feeling concern for his and his gang's safety, Piranha reminded Wolf, glancing nervously out the car's front window, "Hermano..."

At the very last second, Wolf threw the steering wheel to the left and drove down a huge staircase as the police cars crashed to a halt behind them in a mountain pile. Down the staircase, all of the Bad Guys flew out of the sunroof, flipping and flopping in midair, trying to swim back into the car. But then, while they were in mid-air, Hornet opened his eyes, and noticed the moon in the orange sky.

"Oh..., that's the moon!" Hornet began, "Did you know that the moon is not a planet but a satellite of the Earth?"

The rest of the Bad Guys had their screams faded when they got the chance to open their eyes to see the moon.

"Really?" Piranha asked.

"Yeah. And the surface area of the moon is 14,658,000 square miles," Hornet continued.

"Wonderful!" Wolf exclaimed.

"Correct! And only 59 percent of its surface is visible from Earth."

"Amazing!" Shark smiled.

"Yeah," Hornet chuckled.

The Bad Guys then realized they were still in the middle of falling as they continued to scream again before the car bumped down the stairs. The Bad Guys screamed in terror, until they noticed the cake landed safely in front of them, but they resumed to scream as it was like the last time they will ever scream. The car landed on the ground with a thud, and continued to drive away. The Bad Guys were understandably horrified before quickly placing their seatbelts on, and Hornet putting his helmet back on.

"Yeah," Wolf muttered, pleased as punch about yet another perfectly executed heist, "We may be bad... but we're so good at it."

The Bad Guys laughed maniacally.

Back at the pile of police cars, the chief climbed out of her car, and growled when the Bad Guys disappeared into the sunset. She fumed while throwing her hat on the ground, and stomped on it, "No! No! No! No, no, no, no! Keep running, Wolf. One of these days, your luck is gonna run out."

Wolf had heard that line plenty of times before. Much as the chief liked to think she had the Bad Guys in her crosshairs, she couldn't seem to catch them. And with Wolf's secret lair, they had a nice, comfy place to hide out until it was time for their next heist.

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Now that they'd successfully dodged their way through a second cop chase, they headed for the lair. On their way, the red balloon from earlier just descended from the sky.

"Look, Snake, it's your balloon!" Hornet flew out of the car, grabbed the balloon's string, and headed back into the car to give the balloon to Snake.

Snake let out a frustrated groan.

They zoomed into the river aqueduct, crossed through an abandoned tunnel, then finally arrived at the unmarked set of doors that opened automatically for them. Wolf steered the car into the parking lift, and the doors to the lair's entrance sealed up behind them.

Safe and sound at home, hidden among the streets of Los Angeles

Inside the Bad Guys' lair, all their prized, stolen possessions were on full display. The roomy loft had plenty of space to display jewels, cash, priceless works of art, and all the other treasures they'd acquired over the years.

Wolf bounced across the room to deliver the cake to its rightful spot. Everyone else gathered around, preparing to sing to their grumpy pal. "Alright, Piranha, you're up," Wolf said. He knew Snake wasn't expecting this, but who wouldn't love the chance to have everyone celebrate you?

In a surprisingly clear and lovely voice, Piranha began to sing, "Oooooooooooooohhhh, Happy birthd–"

Piranha's voice sounded like an angel singing, but before he could even get through the first line of the classic birthday song, Snake blew out the candles on the cake and glared at his friends, immediately killing the mood and his pal's song.

"Seriously?!" Tarantula groaned.

"Killjoy, man. Killjoy," Hornet rolled his eyes.

"Snake, come on," Wolf said, nudging the birthday guy. "At least make a toast!"

The rest of the team held up their respective goblets, and begged Snake to make a toast.

"Okay, okay, alright, a toast! Fine" Snake said as he started his speech, "I've made a lot of enemies in my time. A lot. But out of all the people in the world, I hate you guys the least."

The other five were caught off-guard by this extreme compliment. Coming from Snake, that kind of sentiment meant a whole lot.

"Awww," Tarantula cooed.

"Thank you. You touched my heart," Hornet smiled.

Piranha began to tear up, overcome by his friend's emotional words, "That was actually kind of beautiful..."

Shark nodded, "You're a poet, man."

Wolf lifted his goblet into the air while Snake crossed his nubby snake arms in defiance, "To Mr. Snake," Wolf cheered. "And his strange dislike of birthdays."

Wolf, Webs, Shark, Piranha, and Hornet all cheered loudly while Snake waved them off—he was totally overcome with embarrassment. Snake always hated this kind of attention.

As Wolf lifted his arm in front of them while holding a camera, preparing to take a selfie to capture the big moment, he cried out, "Everyone say 'Robbery!'"

"Robbery!" Shark, Piranha, Tarantula, and Hornet smiled while Snake just had his face down.

Wolf captured the moment, and inspected the picture, grinning at the result. "Look at those dimples..." Snake then took the photo as Wolf turned to him, "Happy birthday, buddy."

Snake gestured to the cake, perched like a prize in the center of the table. "Okay, now dig in, fellas." His five friends had all been staring hungrily at the cake for far too long, and he knew they couldn't wait to take a slice.

But before any of the other coils react, "Yes!" Piranha buzzed through the cake, eating the whole thing and leaving just the plate.

"Piranha!" Tarantula and Hornet shouted while covering themselves from the frosting raining on them

"Come on!" Wolf howled.

"Hey!" Shark moaned.

"That was so gross," Tarantula commented.

"Could you just at least share?" Hornet stared at the empty plate.

"You snooze, you lose," Piranha shrugged, smacking his mouth.

Across the room, Snake hardly even noticed the cake argument happening at the table. He was too busy sticking the newest group selfie on the fridge, admiring this one lined up next to all their other Bad Guy "family" photos. They'd really had some good times over the years, he and the guys. He reached into the freezer to grab his own favorite treat–a frozen push pop, "Nice!"

But before he could even open the thing, Shark popped up behind him and started moaning and drooling with hunger. "Oooh...wow," Shark moaned, "I forgot we had those push pops! Man, my tummy is rumbling like a kraken right now."

"Yeah," Snake knew the push pop was the last one in the box. And his friend wanted it... "Want it?"

Tarantula called out, "You know he's not gonna to give it to you."

Shark shook his head, "No, I believe that deep down, Snake is a kind and generous soul."

After a pause, Tarantula asked, "Why?"

Hornet arched a brow, "Seriously? Knowing him, he's not a very nice guy."

Snake held out the pop, waving the icy treat in front of his friend's nose, "Here. Take it."

Shark grinned and opened his mouth wide, "Oh, yeah! Pop me, please!"

But before Shark could get even his first row of teeth on the push pop, Snake tossed it into his own gaping mouth and swallowed it whole. Laughing, he teased, "Sucker!"

"Come on, man," Shark whined, "Now you're gonna make me get all aggressive." He growled and pounced on his friend. The two Bad Guys began to brawl, fighting over a push pop that was now long gone. The other three Bad Guys joined in just for fun.

Gazing fondly at his two best friends, fighting over an icy treat like a couple of brothers, Wolf murmured, "Animals." Wolf loved his gang of friends, and that grew a little more every day. He knew he was lucky to have such incredible pals. He snapped on the TV, settling into the couch as he said, "Let's see what they're saying about us today."

On the TV, there was a banner that read: BREAKING NEWS! A young, ambitious news reporter named Tiffany Fluffit, who had been eagerly waiting for her big break as a reporter, and it looked very much like she'd finally found it! "What up?! This is Tiffany Fluffit, Channel Six Action News. The Bad Guys have struck again, with their most brazen heist yet!"

"Guys, guys," Wolf called out, trying to cut through the sounds of the push pop battle happening behind him. "Stop it! We're on TV." Everyone stopped fighting with Shark trying to punch Snake, who wrapped around him, Tarantula stopped from slapping Snake with his hat, Piranha was spat out from Shark's mouth, and Hornet stopped from stinging Shark's jacket. They crowded in around the couch to see what the news was reporting about them after today's bank robbery.

"Once more, that they are the most diabolical criminals of our time–" Tiffany resumed

"Ooh, diabolical," Tarantula said, with her legs crossed together, "That's new."

"Oh, it sounds like a cologne," Shark giggled. He switched to a suave, cologne-d voice, "Diabolicaaal..."

Everyone laughed about Shark's comment.

"Nice one, Shark," Hornet chuckled, liking that comment.

The reporter, Tiffany, continued, "Here to address this heinous crime spree is the newly elected governor, Diane Foxington."

"Governor?" Wolf gasped, amazed that they'd gotten attention from someone so high up in the government. This was the big time!

On the television screen, a sophisticated-looking fox with a powerful business suit and a "don't-mess-with-me" air about her stepped up to the microphone. As a gaggle of reporters fired questions at the governor, she held up her hand calmly and said, "Okay, yes. I hear you, I hear you. Listen, listen, we all know how dastardly the Bad Guys are..."

Wolf answered, "You bet we are!"

"But more than anything," Governor Foxington continued, "I feel sorry for them."

Wolf stared at the screen in horror. "What?!"

The governor continued, "These so-called 'Bad Guys' are really just second rate has-beens. Behind their amateurish antics, and, frankly, unoriginal capers. I mean really... another back is nothing but a deep well of anger–"

"I ain't angry!" Piranha shirked. "You're angry!"

"—denial," the governor added.

"Not true!" Tarantula snapped, crossing her arms.

"—miserable—" Diane stated.

"I'm not miserable!" Hornet cried," I'm happy!"

"—and self-loathing," Foxington continued.

"The only one I self-loathe is you!" Snake hissed.

Unable to hear them through the TV, obviously, the governor just rambled on with her ridiculous word vomit, "And those are holes that no amount of cash or priceless art can ever fill."

As she finished her monologue, the Bad Guys all looked uncomfortable. They were used to people fearing them, sure. Hating them, sometimes. Admiring them? Probably. Or at least one or few. But no one had ever pitied and felt bad for them. That was low.

Snake looked around his friends, and asked, "What's on the Food Network?"

Wolf wasn't sure what to think about the governor's words. What if some part of what she was saying was... true? "Who is she to judge us?" he growled.

The governor had more to get out. "So, let's forget about the Bad Guys," she said confidently. "And focus on more positive things! And what could be more positive than the annual Good Samaritan Awards, where tomorrow night I will present the Golden Dolphin to this year's Goodest Citizen."

Wolf flicked off the TV, fumming. He didn't need to hear anymore.

"I can't believe I voted for her," Tarantula muttered.

"You voted for her?" Piranha asked, incredulous.

Tarantula shrugged. "What? She's good on climate change!"

"Ew, Webs," Hornet gagged while scooting away from her, "Glad that we broke up. We don't have that much in common."

"I thought we broke up because we're not in love," Webs reminded.

"That's exactly what I mean," Hornet clarified.

Snake suddenly noticed that Wolf had a mischievous smile spread across his face. That smile only meant one thing: an idea. A plan. A bad, bad plan. Snake asked, "Wait, what's going on? You've got that twinkle in your eye."

Wolf's grin grew even wider. "Guys, who's up for another job?" he asked, his voice a mix of laughter and excitement. "A BIG ONE." He opened one of the shades in the apartment, revealing a giant billboard announcing the "Good Samaritan Awards," with a picture of the famous golden Dolphin trophy in the center of everything. The dolphin itself was a solid gold, with precious emeralds for eyes. It was the ultimate prize, the greatest heist possible in all the world.

"The Golden Dolphin?" Snake asked. "Seriously?"

Piranha was shocked by the idea. "Whoa... I thought I was the crazy one."

Snake shook his head. "That job has broken every criminal who's tried it: The Bucharest Bandits, Lucky Jim, the Crimson Paw..."

Tarantula waved one hand. "Actually, the Crimson Paw was never arrested."

"Yeah," Snake said. "But he never stole anything again."

Wolf shook his head, undeterred. "Snake, what better way to wipe that smirk off the governor's fuzzy face than stealing the Golden Dolphin from right under her whiskers?" He paused, looking around to try to gauge the rest of the group's opinion. "This is the holy grail of thievery," he pointed out. No one had ever done it before, and there was no reason the Bad Guys couldn't be the first to succeed. "If we pull this off, we will cement our legacy as the greatest criminals of all time!"

Snake wasn't convinced. "Whoa, whoa, buddy. I thought we weren't supposed to make things personal! Besides, we've got a good thing going here–-friends, freedom... and just look at all this loot!" Sure, it could be an amazing heist... but what if it all went wrong? They'd lose everything they'd built up until now. Snake didn't want to do this and risk everything, just to prove some politician wrong.

"Alright, you're right." Wolf sighed. "Forget it. The Dolphin job is off."

"Good," Snake sighed in relief.

"I guess the pig will get his trophy after all," Wolf added.

"Yeah, I guess he w—" Snake stopped, then swung around to look at his friend for clarification. "What... what do you mean...pig?"

"Oh," Wolf said casually. "Yes, did I not mention that? That's weird, I thought I mentioned that part."

He lifted another curtain, revealing the rest of the billboard outside their secret lair's window. It showed that this year's recipient of the Golden Dolphin award was none other than Professor Marmalade, the cutest—and most delicious-looking—guinea pig on Earth!

Shark's giant mouth hung open wide, revealing rows and rows of shiny, sharp teeth. The Good Samaritan is..."

"A guinea pig?" Tarantula added.

Hornet then rolled his eyes, "Honestly, guys, it was obvious for me that a guinea pig is gonna get the trophy, but I wasn't sure myself, so..."

Snake's tongue flocked out of his mouth, tasting air at the mere thought of guinea pig. That frozen push pop had done nothing to curb his appetite. What he wouldn't give to have a nice, tasty, hair guinea pig right about now. He snapped backward, but even just looking at the giant image of Professor Marmalade's delicious picture was making him drool.

"Sooo," Wolf said in a singsong voice. "Whadd'ya say, Snakey? Better than cake?" He grinned; he knew he had Snake right where he wanted him. The rest of their friends laughed teasingly.

Snake growled. "Arrrgh, okay, fine. But he better be delicious."

Everyone else smiled. It was a plan. A big, bad plan Wolf put his paw into the middle of his group of friends. "Are we all in this together?" he asked, glancing at each of them in turn.

Piranha and Shark both put their fins in. Tarantula put four of her legs in. Hornet put his tiny hands in. And finally, Snake put his tail in. It was on.

"Let's do this!" they all cheered in unison.

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The part of Hornet discussing about the moon was referenced from a Philippine comedy movie, Beauty and the Bestie. Coincidentally, the Bad Guys Book 5 had its settings on the moon.

I hope you like this new chapter, with my OC, Mr. Hornet, in it! Please like, reblog and comment.

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[tyonfs]

hey alice! how are you ? hope everything is fine 🤧🤧 okay so, aahhhh, that might sound weird but have you received my 2 reblogs/feedbacks on jeno and haechan's part of bitch hunters ?? also, it's not me asking you to answer to them!!! I just wanted to be sure you received them bc I did have a problem with reblogs who doesn't appear for the owner of the post so I'm just asking ! anyway, have a good day/night 😘

hihi laure !! <33 i’m doing pretty good hbu?? 🥰 im done with my midterm so it feels like a huuuge weight’s off my shoulders HAHAH also yes i have !! i’ve been rereading and smiling and rereading those reblogs over and over again it’s the sweetest thing ever 🤧 i’m sorry it took me so long to reply to them !! i really wanted to allocate time so that i wasn’t distracted by anything else :’’) also i rlly like the new little format thing you have for your reblogs it’s so cute !! 💖 i hope you’re having a great day/night too and staying healthy ♡ 

#asks #byunfirstlady #fic: and they were roommates #fic: netflix and chill

[senbons]

My friend kept raving about aibg so I read it and it took me the whole night but no regrets because it was T H A T G O O D. One thing confused me though. What did Shikamaru expect/how did he interpret Temari climbing over him in the car and doing… y’know. Like how come he did not think she wanted sex after what she did? 🤔🤔 I want to know your POV for that too.

Aww wow thank you! It's been so long since I've been told anyone has read aibg, it absolutely warms my heart that it is still on someone's radar and people are still choosing to read it. Tell your friend thank you from me, it means a lot. 🥰

I went through some old asks because I knew I'd touched on this once... but I guess I didn't answer this specific question. Here is the answer where I explained more about it though -- https://senbons.tumblr.com/post/643777605874712576/aahhhh-this-chapter-it-was-everything-we-all

also if I ever rally to do a commentary it would be solely on chapter 11, so you'd likely get a better answer there.

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Anyway. I'm not going to give a good answer because it's too unclear to simplify into a concise sentence. As in the above answer^ I don't think he (or she) interpreted as wanting a sexual or romantic relationship from him. On the contrary, it was something born of anger and frustration, maybe with just the situation or with each other. I think her punching him would've led him to the same conclusion. Like I said above, both were surprised to hear that she might have even WANTED him to get her off or pursue it further.

We as readers probably know it is derived from desire and real jealousy, but they don't see it as that. There is no reason for her to be jealous (as far as both, at the time of 11, are concerned) and nothing about his JOB (as they see his sex act with Haishi) that would lend itself to desire.

She's so angry. And so is he. Her throwing herself on top of him is an attack, as far as they see it (even though we think we know otherwise). Also, sex and romance for them are very mutually exclusive ideas. Her getting him off (not really pursuing sex with him) is not the same thing as wanting him -- at least, not as far as either is seeing in that moment.

I know that's incoherent and all over the place (insert george costanza "i've never articulated anything in my life) -- Sorry I can't provide a clearer answer!!!!!

#(if you want to write me off anon though I'm happy to parse it in more detail) #thank you soooooooo much for reading! #and writing to let me know you enjoyed it! #made my whole day!!!! #i miss being into aibg #aibg #Answered #Anonymous

[tatakaeeren]

Levi Ackerman ⚔️ "Humanity's Strongest Soldier" [insp]

Happy belated Birthday, Camy! @ackersoul ❤

#levi ackerman #snk #snkgrphic #snkgraphics #snkedit #aotedits #shingek no kyojin #attack on titan #torisnkgifs #AAHHHH my Camoruuuuu once again Happyyy birthday!! #i'm sorry i couldn't finish it on time #but even if it took me weeks... I WAS GOING TO FINISH IT AND GIVE IT TO YOUUUU! :') #i already poured my heart out in the message i sent you #so i wont write another long letter here #but i really really hope you had an incredible day #and i hope you like this badass Levi i made for you :') #because we love our humanity's strongest/sexiest soldier XD haahah #esta hecho con mucho cariño 🥰 #ddl

[shootingstarwritings]

Wrestling With Some Feelings

Wrestling with some Feelings

“Wh-What are you doing…?" Ahmed moaned as a trail of slime slid into his singlet. Just the very touch caused his body to react with an eruption of pleasurable waves. He collapsed onto the locker room floor, slowly humping the floor to get any sort of friction on his hardening dick. "Haa… aahhhh...haaa…! This isn't… right." Ahmed bit down on his lip before letting down another desperate moan. So caught up in this invasive bliss that he didn't even care when the slimy creature squeezed itself into his leaking cock. Instead, he welcomed it. Thoughts of championships and the thrill of victory soon vanished beneath a blanket of ecstasy. "Ah! Ahhh! H-Holy fuck, I'm—!"

Ahmed wasn't able to finish as his body yielded to the enigmatic invader. His vision swam and he felt dizzy until he collapsed on a puddle of his precum. Ahmed's body convulsed on the ground, unable to even call for help, until he suddenly became rigid, back arched as if mid-orgasm. Then, he relaxed. Slowly, he rose from the ground and took a peek inside his wrestling singlet. "Damn kid, you got a sweet-ass body," he said, stretching his body and letting out a satisfying grunt as something popped. His more reserved personality and mannerisms were completely gone, as though it was someone else entirely. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna stay here forever. Just long enough to throw that match with Clay tonight. Can’t let my son lose that scholarship. You understand, right?” Adjusting his singlet again, the man in possession of Ahmed, Jerry, let out a sensual groan. “Ohhh, and maybe take advantage of this little body for a while. Not every day an old fart like me can be a young and sexy college stud for a few hours."

There was still time until the match, and considering how it would just be throwing the match to Clay, it wouldn’t take much effort. For now, Jerry could relax and enjoy what Ahmed's body had to offer. Grinning, he squeezed Ahmed's meat through the fabric and threw his head back in a low moan. "You're so lucky, being so sensitive. C'mon, let's get real acquainted."

Clay’s father had to struggle to keep his erection down as Clay seriously manhandled him the whole match. Each of Ahmed’s nerves seemed to be turbo-charged and Clay’s rough hands only seemed to aggravate that. With every slam and struggle—every time flesh met flesh with a flash of friction, Clay’s father found himself growing flushed. Didn’t even have to try that hard to throw, his over-horned body did the job for him.

Was it the spell or perhaps something more? Either way, soon Jerry found himself pinned to the mat with his son sneering down at him. The ref called the final point, and that was it. Jerry walked back to the locker rooms, ignoring the calls from his coach and friends. He couldn’t risk anyone catching on to his lack of disappointment.

To make sure the locker room would be empty, Jerry took an extremely long shower—checking his goods one last time before he would have to leave and return home to congratulate his son. Towel around his waist, he made his way over to the locker only to meet a meaty arm blocking his way. 

"Gotta say, kinda disappointed in your performance today, Ahmed," Clay said with a glare.

“Oh, Clay! Uh, wh-what can I say? Performance anxiety,” Jerry said, shrugging.

Clay tilted his head in confusion. “The hell’s happened to you? All jumpy and squirrely.” He took a step forward, cornering his father against the lockers. “You sick or something? Honestly looking real weird.”

Swallowing, Clay’s father said, “Um, I suppose you just have the magic touch,” he said, mind racing to come up with a lie that would be somewhat believable. “Body got all hot and cold with you manhandling me like that.” Jerry prayed that his face and ears weren’t turning as red as he thought they were.

Clay nodded to himself while squinting as if deciphering a difficult piece of text. "That so…?” Hoping that was enough, Jerry began to walk away. However, Clay slammed both of his arms against the lockers, pinning his father completely. “All you had to do was ask,” Clay whispered, his incredulous look turning into one of passion. Without a word, he leaned and kissed Jerry on his borrowed lips. Too shocked to even fight, Jerry leaned back and shut his eyes. What did this rush of passion mean? It was as if a dam had suddenly burst open.

Caught in this stream of passion, Jerry met Clay's kiss with equal aggression. It was as if he was possessed by whatever sentiments Ahmed had locked away deep inside of his subconscious. Either way, Jerry couldn’t even bother trying to resist the youthful hormones that danced in every inch of his hunky, borrowed body.

“Damn, you taste real fine,” said Clay, leaning away to stare at the giddy, bubbly mess that was Jerry. “Your lips feel so nice. Bet they’d be even better wrapped around my dick,” he said, slapping his thigh as he said so. Jerry glanced down and saw his son’s fully erect cock straining against the confines of the singlet. Wordlessly, he nodded and got down on his knees. The taste was so salty, but he didn’t mind it at all. Hearing his son’s pleasured moans and the cock threatening to unhinge Ahmed’s jaw was enough to get Jerry’s own dick hard.

“Make me see white,” Jerry breathed as he drew back with a pop. He spread his legs, trying to show as much of his ass he could. “Fuck me hard, Clay. I don’t think I can live without that cock inside of me once.”

“Say no more.” With a grunt of effort, Clay lifted Jerry up and placed him down onto one of the benches. “Don’t worry, I’ll be nice and gentleman-y like.” Leaning up to steal another sensual kiss, Clay teased the rim of Ahmed’s hole with his cockhead. Jerry moaned and bit down on his lips. He took a few breaths, trying to relax, before just leaning back and staring up at the ceiling. "Hold on, relax," whispered Clay, using a finger to loosen him up. "Got some lube in my locker. Give me a sec."

“You have what?” Jerry exclaimed as Clay briefly walked off. “H-How often do you do this here.”

Once Clay returned, he just grinned and said, “Enough.”

Though Jerry wanted to continue asking his son, the finger that penetrated him had another idea. Jerry, nearly cross-eyed, immediately tightened as a reflex. He leaned back, moaning like a slut as Clay slipped in another finger. Then another. “F-Fuck, I-I’m fucking cumming!” Jerry shouted as his dick erupted with shot after shot of pent-up aggression.

“Damn, came from just fingering?” Clay grinned. “Hope you still got fuel in the tank, Ahmed. I still haven’t got a chance to shoot my shot.”

Breathing heavily, Jerry nodded as he spread his legs even further. Despite his climax abating, the sensual haze in his mind didn’t leave. Instead, he felt as though he could cum again and again that night. “I’m still not satisfied. Split me in half, Clay!” He moaned. Although the more logical part of Jerry's mind screamed and begged, he didn't give a shit. He just wanted this hunky hole filled and his son's cock was the one thing that could fix that.

Clay wasted no time. He spread Jerry as much as he cut and gave a slow, experimental thrust. When Jerry didn't scream, he slowly picked up the pace. "Mm, yeah. Nrgh, fuck yeah," he grunted with every thrust. There was no reason to go so quick that it would take away from the passion. As promised, he was gentle with strong, rhythmic thrusts. Jerry met each one with the same rhythm. Every nerve seemed to be on fire as Clay's cock filled him—as though Jerry was finally complete. With this body and this cock inside of him, he was reaching Nirvana.

After what seemed like a lifetime of pleasure, Jerry noticed Clay’s core tightening. His face was flushed and his body was covered in a sheen of sweat. “I’m—nggh—I’m gonna blow my load. Want me to cum inside?” Jerry quickly nodded. Clay grinned. “Good answer.” With renewed vigor, Clay continued plowing into Jerry as he babbled nonsense. “C’mon, Ahmed. Scream for me.” He said, slapping Ahmed’s quivering thighs.

“Oh my god,” said Jerry, covering his face to hide the tears. He was elated and embarrassed all at once. His own offspring was smashing him and all he could do was moan and allow it to happen. It had been years since he had sex this good, and he knew that Ahmed felt the same. No, for Ahmed it was even more intense. Somehow, Jerry understood that Ahmed had never had sex before. Now, at that moment, Jerry was losing his virginity for Ahmed. With that in mind, Jerry could feel his climax swiftly approaching.

“I'm gonna nut! I'm gonna—MMM!" Jerry stopped as Clay suddenly embraced him with a long, intense kiss. Unable to handle the heat and the passion any longer, Jerry climaxed. Both of their bodies became drenched in semen, but neither of them cared. All they wished was to taste as much of themselves in that kiss.

Sorry, Ahmed, thought Jerry, lemme just stay in this body for a little while longer. I’ll leave tomorrow in the morning. Promise.

#male possession #jock possession #possession #male body possession #slime possession

[the-tickly-faerie]

Aahhhh requests are open >.< this is my first time requesting ever so sry if this sucks- c!Ranboo has a scary dream maybe about hurting Michaul and tubbo gives him some cheer up tks? Feel free to ignore aahhhh ^_^

Tickles chase nightmares away

Sooo sorry this took me so long too write and that I haven't wrote anything in a while life's been hard but here you go!

Warning there is angst in the beginning like nightmares

Ranboo

Ranboo sees himself walking through the halls of the mansion, holding an axe. His body was moving without his permission. Like something else was controlling him. He keeps hearing a deep,cryptic voice, one he can't remember, calling his name. 

Ranboo

His body walks to Micheals room. Opening the door. Michael's ears perk up and he gives a happy squeal. No he can't. He wouldn't. He feels his body lift his arms to swing the axe. NO HE WON'T. HE WON'T KILL HIS SON. He feels himself crying. Pleading for his body to stop.

As soon as he swings the axe to hit his son, he wakes up. He wakes up in a cold sweat, heavily breathing like he held his breath for too long. He feels tears falling and burning his cheek. He breaks out into a sob, full body trembles. 

This of course wakes up Tubbo. "Oh my god boo are you ok!?" He throws back the covers and scrambles to hug Ranboo. As he goes to hug Ranboo, Ranboo collapses in Tubbos arms. 

They don't talk for a while. All was heard was tubbo shushing Ranboo and Ranboo's sobs turning into quiet tears. After a while of Tubbo holding and rocking Ranboo, he talks. 

"Bad dream I'm guessing?" Ranboo only responds with a slight nod. "I'm sorry. I know you don't want to talk about it now but maybe you can tell me in the morning. Meanwhile, let's go get a glass of water."

They walk down to the kitchen, with Rab still holding Tubbo in a death grip. The brunette reaches on the lower shelf, grabs a cup and fills it with water. They said nothing. 

They started the walk back to the master bedroom but before that tubbo stops to check on Michael. As he open the door to see a sleeping baby pig land, he sees ranboo with a panicked look on his face. 

"Ranboo are you ok- oh," it finally clicked what Ranboo dream was about. You see Tubbo could read anyone like a book especially Ranboo.

"Oh boo," Tubbo shuts the door and walks over to the enderman hybrid and gives him another hug. "I'm so so sorry you had that dream. Let's get back to the room." 

The duo continued their walk. They soon reached their room and sat on their bed. 

"Is there anything else I could do to make you feel better," Tubbo asked softly,still hugging him. Now Ranboo knew what we wanted but was too embarrassed to say. What he really wanted was soft tickles. He was silently pleading for Tubbo to understand it. 

Tubbo saw this look as well as the soft developing blush, and immediately knew what he wanted. Tubbo gave a soft, lovely(platonic I stg) look. Thank goodness for his people reading skills he knew for a fact that Ranboo would not be able to voice his wants. 

"I think I know what you want, boo. Let me guess. Hmmmmm, you want some soft tickles huh?" 

Ranboo nodded, soft giggling and face starting to develop a bright blush.

"Well come here big man," Tubbo said, while leaning back against the headboard. Ranboo scooted next to Tubbo and lean against him. 

Tubbo lifted Ranboo's hoodie slightly and started tracing shapes on his belly. Ranboo starts to let out soft giggles and his face in Tubbo's shoulder. 

"Aww your show flustered Ranboo, it's so cute," Tubbo cooed at the flustered boy. Tubbo starts to move his soft tracing fingers to Ranboo's sides. 

"Tuhuhbbhoho," ranboo softly giggles. "Yes," Tubbo answers with a teasing tone. "Ihiht tihickhlhes," Ranboo titters out. "Well duh, it's supposed to. I'm trying to make you happy, silly!" Tubbo replies with a smile and chuckle. 

Tubbo then starts to blow soft raspberries on Ranboo's neck. Ranboo let's out a squeal," Tuhuhbhbo". Tubbo doesn't say anything and continues to blow soft raspberries and softly tracing on Ranboo's midriff. 

After about 20 minutes of feather soft tickles, tubbo stops. "You better now big man," Ranboo let's out the rest of his soft,sleepy giggles. "Yehaheh, I'm doihihng betther."

"Good," Tubbo replies. They both lay down, not cuddling but close to each other. For a while they didn't say anything, just laying there triedly. Until Ranboo breaks the silence. "Thank you, Tubbo," he says with a yawn. "Of course," Tubbo quietly replies. 

Ranboo turns over, closes his eyes, and is out like a little. Tubbo starts to do the same. As soon as he closes his eye, he hears the door slightly open. "Bo," Michael says in a soft tone. 'God damnit, well duty calls' and tubbo gets up to help Michael, while Ranboo softly snores the night away. 

#tw nightmares #mcyt tickle #mcyt tickle fic #mcyt tickling #ler!tubbo #lee!ranboo #fae writes

[atlatus]

Cherry-Colored Cheeks

Character: Chongyun

Pronouns: They/them

Post type: Fluff

Chongyun got the news of a "Haunted House" that was coming out in a few days. Thinking that there are spirits in there, he decided to invite you with him. "(F/N), would you mind joining me to this Haunted House?" He asks while eating his tasteless popsicle. "Hm? Why though?" You ask, "I mean, I don't mind or anything. It's just a sudden invite." Chongyun finished his popsicle before saying, "I might need assistance with exorcising evil spirits there." You sweatdropped at his denseness, 'Eh. . . he doesn't know huh?' You sigh, "Chongyun, I hate to break it to you but Haunted Houses are for entertainment. There aren't actual ghosts or spirits there." He looks at you confused, "How can people find scary things entertaining? Some you are strange. . ." You laughed a bit, "Tell you what, I'll join you." His face instantly beamed, eyes wide and mouth grinning, "Really?" Giggling at his excitement, you then nodded. "Of course!" _ Finally, after 3 days, the Haunted House is open. Crowds of people were lining up; varying to kids, teenagers, and a few adults. You and Chongyun were waiting in the line, it was almost our turn to go in, "Alright, next!" Both of you trudged up, "Okay before you go we have a few rules. One, Don't touch any of the props. Two, make sure to stay beside your partner the entire trip through the Haunted House. And three, Enjoy!"  Even though you liked Haunted Houses, you were still a bit nervous. You always got scared by the jump scares and it makes you scream like a little girl. Though, Chongyun seemed quite calm. As expected of an exorcist who dealt with spirits for a long time. "Let's go (F/N). Don't worry, I'll protect you if any evil spirits appear." "Didn't I tell you that spirits aren't actually in there?" You say while walking towards the entrance, "You can never be too sure." He states. Sighing, you then grab his hand which seemed to surprise him, "C'mon, let's go." You exclaim. His shocked face turned into a blushing one, "D- don't just grab my hand like that!" He says with a little pout. You laugh at him, "Aw is little Chongyun embarrassed? I'm sorry~." You teasingly say with a smug look on your face. "Let's just go in already!"  "Alright alright.~" _ You both were now inside the haunted house. Cobwebs in every corner. Chongyun was walking ahead while you stayed behind. You didn't have the balls to just walk ahead with no fear. "This places gives me the creeps, I regret coming here." "(F/N), you'll be fine since I'm here. I'll protect you from any spirit that dares to show its face!" 'I don't doubt that.' In the middle of his little speech, they don't notice the figure creeping up on them, slowly getting closer and closer. 'Ahh I just wanna get this over with! How long even is this Haunted House?' Suddenly, the figure pounced out of its hiding spot effectively scaring them. The scream they let out reverberated around the Haunted House. "AAHHHH WHAT THE FUC-" Chongyun dashed to the figure, immediately pinning them down on the ground. He was about to try and exorce them but was stopped by a voice- "Hey! What was that for? I'm just trying to do my job here let me go!" The blue-haired man looked at him with confusion. He took off the "spirits" mask and saw a human face. 'What the-?' "Chongyun! Are you okay? Why are you pinning this poor person down?" He glanced behind him to find (F/N) looking at him with a worried and surprised face. "Didn't I already tell you that there aren't spirits here? This is all just for entertainment!" The exorcist casts his gaze down in shame and disappointment. Another failed exorcism. "My apologies, I didn't know." (F/N) looks at his saddened face before embracing him into a hug. It was comforting and lovely. He got so distracted that he forgot about the man under him currently deadpanned at the scene. "Let's get out of here okay? I'll take you to a special place where we can hang out." They stand up and takes Chongyun's arm with them before dashing it to the emergency exit. The exorcist could barely keep up due to how fast they were running.

Meanwhile the man was still on the floor, absolutely tired and hating his job. _ Now they were on a hill, currently star gazing while holding hands. Both were content and wishing this moment would last forever. Chongyun was having a crisis in his head. 'What do I do?' 'Do I kiss them? No no it's too early for that.' 'Maybe confess? Ahhh what if they reject me? It will be awkward afterwards' 'I don't know what to do!!' (F/N) peered at his figure, currently having a mental crisis as well. 'Shit. What do I do???' 'Confess? No I'm not ready. And what if he rejects me, argh!' 'Do I lean in for a kiss? No! That's too cliche and embarrassing' Both looked away with flustered face. It took a while before (F/N) decided to make a move. They turn their head before grabbing Chongyun's chin to guide his face to theirs. They then lean in slowly. Allowing the blue-haired male to pull back if they wanted. When he didn't, they took that as a yes. Their lips touched, both had their eyes closed and the pair felt hot. The kiss lasted for only a few seconds but to them, it lasted a life time. They opened their eyes again and they met with icy blue ones.  Chongyun looked as if he just ate a Jeuyun Chili. His whole face was red and he looked flustered beyond belief. (F/N) looked at him with a teasing smile and a loving gaze. This was probably one of the best moments in their life. They had one more thing to say to the blue-haired male before leaving. "I love you."

#genshin impact x gender neutral reader #chongyun x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #gender neutral reader #chongyun

[kinkyacademia]

Bless you Mod Pastafor opening the ask box when if its just for a day!! If possible could I get something, anything honestly, with fatgum?? I'm in a desperate need for some fatgum angst and NSFW!! Please and thank you so very much!!

Pleasant Distractions

I can’t stop smiling, this was so bittersweet and soft and aahhhh….I used a female reader because it wasn’t specified, I hope that was okay. Also I LITERALLY just formed my blankets into a human body to try and figure out the anatomy of this whole thing.

-Mod Pasta🍜🍝 

You hadn’t known all of Fatgum’s friends, but a few of them were dear to his heart. Some of them were fellow heroes that he worked with so much that they were comfortable having a beer together, others were just casual friends from his previous days in police work. These ones, however, were fellow heroes.

Two to be exact. Snatch and Sir Nighteye. Fatgum hadn’t spoken to Snatch in a while, but he had worked with him before. They both cared deeply about their work as heroes, and both had an emotional side. Sir sometimes had to bring Taishiro back down to earth, and although he never thanked him for it, he was grateful to have a friend who could remind him to stay focused.

They had both died in Taishiro’s recent mission. You knew by the look on his face when he came home that night after so much paperwork and interviews that they must have lost someone. But two friends? Taishiro was broken. He cared for everyone around him so much, even if he hadn’t talked to them for a while up until this meeting.

He walked through the front door in his civilian attire in his low-fat form, still bandaged up from the hospital. You looked up from the snack you had, pausing the movie, “Ah, Tai, you lost w-”

“(F/N),” The look of utter despair in his eyes caught you off guard. You had only seen it once before when he had lost another hero friend. You jerked forward, putting your snack and the remote down. But you didn’t want to scare him, so you paused and slowly got up, “H-Hey…”

“Taishiro,” You cooed, walking around the couch and putting your arms out, “Hey, shh, it’s okay, come here,” He took a hesitant step forward, tears already welling in his eyes. He took a shaky breath, then nodded and leaned down to hug you. He immediately began to sob, and you rubbed his back, feeling his surge of emotions and struggling not to cry yourself. You loved him so much, and seeing him this destroyed was hard. He was always the light in the relationship, but sometimes he needed a stronger light to hold onto, and you would be that for him.

“Higawara an-an um… You know uh, Sir Nighteye? Sasaki?” You nodded, holding the man that was shaking like he was about to fall to the ground, “They just… They were so good, and they’re gone (F/N),” He held onto you with his good arm that wasn’t fractured, digging his fingers into your shirt, “Why… I know nobody knows the answer, but why does-does the world take the nicest ones away?”

“I’m sorry, Tai, I’m so sorry,” You whispered, squeezing him. He sniffled, pulling back a little. You glanced at the fridge, “Do you want me to reheat dinner?” He nodded quickly, wiping his tears away. They began to stain his wrappings, and you knew you would have to replace those before bed. You grabbed his good hand and led him around the pass-through so he could sit down, grabbing the food from the fridge and throwing it into microwave. While it heated up, you went behind him and wrapped your arms around his neck, hoping the contact was enough to calm the man down a little bit, “I’m so glad you’re alive, though, Tai. If it was that intense, you could have died…”

“If I could-” He paused, then shook his head, taking a deep, shaky breath, “No, I don’t want to leave you… Gosh, just please don’ mention that,” He swallowed hard, “I’m already so worried about my interns, they’re real beat up.”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that in the first place,” You quickly backtracked. He just shook his head again and looked down at his lap, his cheeks squishing against your arms. You rested your own on his fluffy blond hair and waited for his food to ding. Once it did, you brought it over with a fork and he thanked you with a nod. You sat next to him while he ate, getting him a napkin to wipe the tears off his face. He never stopped crying while he ate, but he did thank you a few times over for cooking for him. Even if he ate ten times a day, your cooking was his favourite, and at this point it was a comfort to him. He definitely needed comfort right now. You offered to make more food, but he hesitantly declined, saying he didn’t know how much he could keep down.

 This worried you even more. He never denied food. Alas, you got him up and to the bathroom so you could look over his wounds. While you did, he mumbled, “I… I gotta get my uh… Fat back, so I can,” He looked away from you while you inspected his broken collarbone, replacing a couple layers of bandages that had already become soiled, “So I can wear the suit to the funerals.”

“Don’t push yourself, you’re allowed to be sad,” You reminded him, and he smiled for a second with a small nod, wiping his tears away again with his bandaged hand, “Aw, Tai, don’t do that. You’re messing them up,” You gently grabbed his hand. He winced, pressing his lips together with a nod.You had to replace a couple layers of the binding while he tried to compose himself. You kissed the bandages after doing them, and he whimpered with a small smile. 

You pulled him in for another hug, and he cried a little bit more before you headed to the bedroom. Apparently he had taken a shower at the hospital since he had to be there all day, so you both got pyjamas on. You struggled to find a good way for him to sleep, but on his back seemed to be the best. You curled up next to him, looking up at the large man. He was looking at the ceiling, breathing heavily. He was probably reliving memories of the two heroes, and you nuzzled into his neck, reminding him that he was right here. He chuckled, leaning into you. You smiled, wrapping an arm around his waist, “Hey.”

“Hey…”

“Anything I can do for you?” You pulled back to look at him. He looked surprised, then narrowed his eyes. That was the look he gave when he was thinking things over. You gave him all the time he needed, and when he nodded, he gave you a softer smile with his cheeks flushing.

“Maybe a small… distraction would be nice,” He pressed his lips together, looking away from you. You took a second to process what he meant, but when it went through, you couldn’t hold back a bashful smile.

“Of course,” Your arm that was wrapped over his chest helped you pull yourself on top of him, straddling his waist. His pupils immediately blew out as he let an expression of pleasant surprise take over his face.

“Oh,” The larger man couldn’t hold back a smile. You were usually on top because he was afraid of hurting you, and he was just such an easy person to fluster, but you leaned down seductively to his ear, placing your hands on his chest that was covered by a thin sleeping shirt.

“You know… You don’t have to hold back when you’re like this,” You rolled your hips against him, and he made a delicious choking noise. You chuckled at his cuteness, then yelped when he suddenly leaned up. You pulled back, still straddling his lap as he looked at you with embarrassed determination, “You- uh…”

“You’re right, I don’ usually get opportunities like this,” He grinned, and you felt a childish rush of adrenaline. You pressed your lips to his, and his arms wrapped around your back, cradling the back of your head in his huge hands like he was scared of letting you go. You wrapped your arms around his neck, taking in all of him - his fear, his loss, his need. Your lips danced together, parting momentarily for your shirts to come off. His fingers were too wide to even try to get your bra off, so you had to help him there. His cheeks were a fiery red, and the delicious colour traveled all the way down his neck and to his now-defined collarbones.

“Pants, Tai, pants,” You whispered in between heated kisses, and he nodded lazily, too caught in the moment to even think. One of his hands was trailing up your side, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He shifted to your breasts, feeling and gently rubbing them, causing you to gasp and roll your hips against him again. His breath caught for a second, and you were beginning to feel his growing erection against you.

“Taishiro,” You moaned, having to pull back from the ravenous making out, both of your lips bright pink, “Please,” You dropped a hand down to his pyjama pants, tugging lightly at them. His eyes widened for a second, and his blush darkened impossibly more so. He nodded as if he had forgotten all about what was coming next, and you climbed off of him, taking your own pyjama bottoms off. In a pile next to each other, you could visibly see the size difference between you and the quirk-enhanced body of your lover.

He was always embarrassed and flustered when it came to sex, but that was not to say that he didn’t love it, and he even sometimes took the reigns himself. Once you were both stripped down, you weren’t off his lap for long, “D-Do you uh… wanna lay down, or sit, or-” He muttered, avoiding eye contact. Your legs were already feeling raw as you rubbed them together uncomfortably - you needed him, and he obviously needed you. You giggled, glancing between the gentle giant and your pillow. He was rubbing his neck, cross-legged and as naked as the day he was borne.

“I can lay down,” His bright smile and nod was just too adorable to handle, and as the back of your head hit the pillow, he climbed over top of you, glancing down at your folds before quickly looking back up like he saw something he wasn’t supposed to see.

“Maybe ah… do you wan’t some uh… preparation?” His voice practically raised an octave, and you thought for a second. You really just wanted him inside of you, but you craved this side of him, so nodded with a small smile. He literally gave you a thumbs up, then quickly realized how dumb he looked and scooted back so he was only partially over you. One of his hands trailed down from your stomach to your naval, then he pushed his pointer finger inside of you.

The feel of his rough, time-beaten hands inside of your wet folds brought a gasp from your lips. As if a switch had gone off inside his head, he chuckled, amused by your response. Knelt between your legs, he began to slowly pump his finger, his other hand finding your breasts and going back to squishing them. He always had an affinity for squishy things, and your body was no different. He was thoroughly enjoying himself, you could tell by his smirk.

You wanted him to forget about the day’s worries, even for just a little bit, and he seemed absolutely rapt with you. He pushed his other finger in, surprising you and coaxing a moan out. Your eyes traveled down his chest to his abs that rarely got to see the light of day, then to his length that was standing painfully at attention. He was right to prepare you - being such a large man, accommodating for him was sometimes a struggle. You pressed a delicate hand to his chest, rolling your hips into his hand, “Tai… C’mon, please,” You whined, wanting more.

His eyes that had previously been glued to your chest moved up to your own, and his smirk only widened as he pulled his fingers out, bringing them up to his lips. He licked them, something that always set your hormones on fire. His entire career was practically based around food, and sometimes it felt like you were defiling government property when he tasted you. Your cheeks finally matching the redness of his own, he cleaned his fingers off before climbing over you, his hands on either side of your head, “I love you, (F/N).”

“I love you too Taishiro,” You whispered with a giggle, reaching down to his dick and grabbing it, causing his eyes to widen, “But please fuck me.”

“Yeah, of course,” He spluttered out with furious nods, his huge dorky smile contagious. You aligned him with your entrance, and he pushed inside of you, apologizing softly for the tight fit. You shook your head, absolutely head over heels for his kind ass.

“Wait, your arm,” You realized his bandaged arm was holding him up. He shook his head, rolling his eyes. You whined, placing a gentle hand on it, “Be careful, okay sweetie?” He nodded with a closed mouth smile, excited to get to the main course.

He lowered his body by getting on his elbows, but he still wouldn’t press his entire body against you, probably still in the mindset that he would crush you. You didn’t mind: You leaned up to plant a caste kiss on his lips, and the goofy smirk returned as he leaned down to capture your lips, pulling his hips back before rocking them back into you, plunging deeper. You moaned into the kiss, wrapping an arm around his back to hold on. His pace started slow, but when you started to roll back into him, he knew he needed to amp it up. He was always so gentle with you, sometimes he forgot that you could take him.

He grunted as he slammed his member into you, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. You were both panting, lips mesh against each other except for the much needed breaths you would take. Your nails dug into his back, but he wasn’t complaining. He had enough battle scars to write the marks off. Before his mind could travel to anymore battle-related events that day, you said something that made him feel light-headed, “Bite me, Taishiro, god… Please…”

“Fuck yes,” he whispered, leaning down and finding the crook of your neck. His huge mouth wrapped around your skin, and when he sunk his teeth in, your loud moan made his insides turn. You loved the feeling of this giant’s teeth against you, his lips sucking and pulling at the skin while his hips crashed into you and you made mincemeat of his shoulder blade.

Your body was heating up as it prepared to snap for an intense orgasm. You gasped, your back arching, “Tai, Taishiro, oh my… Oh God…” You whined as your walls tightened for a second, and he could feel your fluids around his member, coating it with a thick layer. His bad arm was starting to give out, however, so he wrapped it around your head, gentling pulling it to the side to look for fresh skin to mark. You were bound to look like you had been beat up after this. He still held his body up with one arm, but he almost wavered when he couldn’t hold back, the pleasure becoming too much. Still having control over himself, he pulled out, coating your stomach and his own with his seed.

Still warm, you were both panting. He pulled back to look at the blooming marks he made, a little embarrassed that he had let himself go and draw a spot of blood on one. He went to apologize, but you pulled him back down for an intense, light-headed kiss. Once you were both in your right mind, or at least close to it, he spoke first, “We should take ‘nother shower…”

“Yeah,” You nodded, “Please,” You laughed, and he chuckled, looking away from you.

“Oh don’t go sayin’ that again,” You giggled, giving him an Eskimo kiss.

“Please Taishiro,” You whispered, “Take a shower with me,” You pushed against his chest, and he groaned, pulling himself off of you.

“Don’ push too hard, I cracked a rib,” He laughed while you gasped, apologizing. You both took a long, hot shower, relishing each other’s presence and his lifted spirits.

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[gojosattoru]

aah i was the anon who talked to you when you considered doing the sakusa edit and i'm so glad its finally here its beautiful!! i love the colors you used i'm so happy you made it!!!

aahhhh so coooll!! it’s you anonieeee!!! i’m super duper happy that you messaged me :D thank yooouu!! wow i’m so glad you like it, i’m sorry it took so long i had to make some bday gifts and do some more requests, but wow your message made me fly to the clouds!! *hugs* thank you!! it was a pleasure, had really fun in coloring him <333333 stay well and safe hon!! 

#reply #lovely messages #anon #Anonymous

[angelicmark]

its been a year since me and my ex girlfriend and i think i'm finally starting to get over it? it was hard at first because i really did see it coming but i have a hard time expressing how i feel and i didn't know what to do so eventually when it happened i was so sad for a while. i think its because even in the relationship i didn't think she really liked me like i liked her?? she always told me that it was hard for her to say no to people.

so i always thought she said yes because she felt bad about it. i can't really express myself so i never told her about it but it was hard to get over her because i wanted her to be happy but because we were still friends and we saw each other everyday even the day after the breakup. what really got to me is that right after the breakup she was in a relationship and said she really loved her so that was really hard. she was the first girl i've ever liked and been in a relationship with.

aahhhh i get this. in my last serious relationship, i ended up loving her more than she loved me. it’s a sucky feeling and it took me a really long time to get over her. idk why i desperately wanted her to love me even tho i knew she wouldn’t love me the same amount. i love a lot in relationships, like i give my everything. it hurts seeing someone you really did like be with someone else and have them say they really love someone else. it sucks :/ i’m sorry angel. i’m glad to hear you’re finally starting to get over it ! it takes a lot and awhile to heal so you being able to finally move on is a good feeling. relationships will never not be complicating lol

#anon #💌