#yes PR man!! show your powers!!

[rickybaby]

This is cute 🥰

#he’s truly smiling wider than any emoji can show #I was thinking oh no people are once again not going to like the f1 account has posted him and then #they go one step over and include this as the image description #yes PR man!! show your powers!!

[zootopiathingz]

If you really think about it, the ship where Alastor would be involved in that would most likely be canon so far would be Charlastor.

I mean, he despises Lucifer and sees Vox as not worth his time, so he's not gonna be throwing himself all over them anytime soon. Nearly everyone he interacts with besides the three women he's friends with, he's either indifferent, respectable or hostile to, but towards Charlie? This man has allowed her to touch him without permission, stated multiple times that he has faith in her beliefs and even handed her his source of power. Twice.

I'm aware he's doing all this with some underlying motive, but you can't deny he won't do all this for just anyone. I really can't imagine him all comfortably curled up in Angel's bed or getting handsy with Lucifer (He wipes his hands after touching him, man really doesn't like him at all). I support all ships with Alastor but if we're looking at this at a canon perspective, Alastor interacts with Charlie the most and will continue to interact with her as the show goes on, it's more possible to happen in a sense with Alastor.

Plus with all the romantic cues the show has (Unintentionally?) given so far, with the part where both Charlie and Alastor are laying on the heart shaped pillow but Charlie falls off the bed while Alastor remains on top off it, it seems that there could be a very small possibility that there might be an unrequited crush on Alastor's part.

Yeah, it's a stretch, but hey, he didn't have to lay in that bed. He could have stayed standing, looming over Charlie to show that he might be helping her but he still sees himself as above her and in control of the situation. But! Someone still animated him on that bed! They still animated him on that heart shaped pillow right beside Charlie! They didn't have to, but they still did and my minds still reeling after that fact.

No because you’re absolutely correct here.

Out of any of the characters in the series for Alastor to end up with, if he were to have a romantic subplot of any kind, it would be Charlie. They have the most potential together as a pairing and there have been so many little hints and visual cues that I’m honestly shocked that a romance plot isn’t where their relationship is going.

I genuinely cannot see Alastor ever engaging in anything romantic or physical with Vox or Lucifer in any way. And whenever I say that people like to excuse me of hating gay ships (which I clearly don’t. I am queer, and I love seeing queer ships that actually make sense and have good chemistry, and not just because they’re gay). It’s because he canonly hates men and is much kinder towards women—except for Vaggie lol. Yes, ship Alastor with whoever you want. It’s not my place to tell you if your ship is bad or not. I honestly don’t care because it’s your opinion and as long as you’re having fun with it, that’s all that matters!

But like anon is saying here, if we’re looking at it from a canon viewpoint, let’s think about it. Again, Alastor clearly doesn’t like men and can’t even be bothered to shake Lucifer’s hand without being disgusted. There have been three women who could be potential love interests. First is Mimzy, which I can see there may have been some flirtation here and there in the past, or even an unrequited crush on her part. But with her basically using him to get her out of trouble all the time, I can’t see them going beyond their on-and-off friendship. Then there’s Rosie, who he’s obviously very comfortable around and lets her touch and grab him as she pleases—which he wouldn’t let slide with any male characters in the show. And the Radiorose ship is cute I admit, but to me they’re a pair of gossip buddies who would maybe pretend to be in a relationship if needed, but otherwise their feelings don’t go any further than platonic.

And so that leaves us with Charlie. When I first watched the pilot I absolutely assumed they were going to have some kind of slow burn, not only because the idea of the princess of Hell and this feared Radio Demon falling for each other is so intriguing, but generally just the way they acted with each other. In like a span of eight minutes they were happily dancing together, with Alastor calling her one of a kind, tossing her around and making improvements to her dream hotel.

You can imagine how surprised I was when I found out they weren’t canon and weren’t going to be in the actual show. Like, I was legit going “🤨🤨🤨” and this was before I was even in the fandom lmao

And thank you so much for mentioning that scene in her bedroom because…

What is this. What do you mean the mfs making this show drew out this scene, carefully looked at every detail for the final product, and went “yup👍” if there wasn’t supposed to be something more going on here???

Like seriously if you’ve never watched this episode and you saw these two frames, what exactly would you assume is going on here? Be honest with me

But ya know, charlastor “isn’t canon” (so they say🙄) so the animators here were def trolling us lol

#long post #hazbin hotel #hazbin ships #charlastor #radiobelle #asks #anon ask #lady luxo asks

[craaaaap55]

how would ruki’s ‘alpha’ male podcast would go (imagine inviting kou to promote his comeback and his sales drop dead📉)

THE SIGMA GRINDSET

[Lmao, I love you for sending this. Genius.I hope this is fine. Readers are welcome to leave constructive criticism on the writing.]

TW : Misogyny, crack?

Ruki and Kou sat opposite each other with their microphones in front of their faces. Ruki had prepared and researched for this podcast session for weeks and now he was finally ready to make an insightful point about the true nature of men and women and their roles in society.

He had invited Kou to his podcast for support, not that he needed support. That kind of thing was for the emotionally weak, in other words women.

This was also part of Ruki's business strategy. Kou was a popular and famous idol and his presence would surely ensure that his podcast would become influential, successful and famous in a matter of days with the maximum amount of views. It would be an instant hit.

Everthing was planned strategically. Ruki was ready to finally reveal the truth.

"Heya! This is your beloved idol, Kou Mukami, here with my brother Ruki Mukami. This is the podcast that you have all waited for with bated breaths and it wil talk about gender roles in today's modern society and much more. So Ruki, what is your view on the modern society and the gender roles of men and women?"

"There is, of course, much that is needed to be said Kou, however I will start by reciting this insightful quote by a well respected philosopher, Aristotle, that pretty much sums up most of the matter. "..it is naturally with the male and the female; the one is superior, the other inferior; the one governs,the other is governed; and the same rule must necessarily hold good with respect to all mankind." I would also add something to this, women are naturally inferior to men, they are like livestock to us, we as the physically stronger and thus more dominant and superior sex have more power while women have none. This clearly shows us that the modern view that both genders deserve to be equal is illogical and does not take into account human nature. Women are born to be slaves to us and serve us as Livestock. As they are the inferior beings."

"FACTS," Kou replied enthusiastically. Then for good measure, said it again,"FACTS!"

As Kou says this, Kou's PR team stare with horror and facepalm themselves.

"Yes. It is indeed a fact. Women have proven themselves as more emotional and also logically and morally weak. They cannot be trusted to govern themselves and it is a dangerous notion to be giving them this choice in the first place. They are untrustworthy, deceitful and manipulative. That is their nature. Thus it is the responsibility of you as a man to be her master. To own and govern her."

"PERIOD."Kou said with determination.

"Yes, and to further solidify my point I would like to state that men are also much better off without women. Men do not need to waste their time chasing after these livestock. Livestock will come to us by themselves as they need us to survive and we do not need them at all. I, for one, have not chased a woman in over a decade and now every woman I see around me constantly tries to gain my attention. Whenever I go outside all I see are women that wear revealing clothing to get my attention however I have ignored them as I am far happier all alone by myself. It is, of course, a personal choice."

The author highly doubts that statement.

"So true, Ruki." Kou replies, nodding his head vigorously.

Kou's PR team facepalm themselves harder.

Kou and Ruki release the podcast which Ruki undoubtedly knows will be a hit and sell well. After all, who wouldn't want to know the truth.

A few days afterwards Ruki and Kou find out that the podcast sales have dropped to zero. Literally ZERO. Ruki feels shocked at the news. How?

And not only that but him and Kou had received extreme backlash for 'misogyny and sexism' as well as 'incel behaviour'. A popular comment on social media called Ruki 'b*tchless' and the podcast 'an insult to intelligence'.

Kou was having a mental breakdown because his public reputation had gotten a major hit with a lot of disappointed and angry fangirls. His PR team worked overtime for damage control.

Ruki felt extremely humiliated but he tried to hide it. He also couldn't believe that people had found out his secret. It is safe to say that he didn't try to reveal any of his 'controversial' opinions again.

#diabolik lovers #ruki mukami #kou mukami #oneshot #fanfiction #ruki mukami x reader

[kteezy997]

The Other Man - Part Nine//t.c.

warnings: cursing, toxic ex behavior, mention of physical violence, mention of bruises and blood, gun violence ((mature 18+ readers only))

You didn't hear from Timmy for a couple of days. It felt like deja vu from the game night with Billy. Neither event had been your fault or Timmy's, but both of them had separated you.

You had returned to work and tried to focus on that, but Billy hadn't stopped trying to contact you. You completely ignored him, but he still didn't let up. You blocked his number and hoped that would be the ending of Billy's existence in your life. You did worry that he might find you or show up at the house. You didn't know what would happen if that occurred. You didn't know what he wanted to do or what he was capable of.

"y/n, you've got a phone call." your coworker called out to you.

"Oh," you said, terrified that it might be your ex-husband on the line, "is it a man?"

"No, it's some lady."

"Okay?" you took the work phone from them and put it to your ear, wondering who it could be. "Hello?"

"Y/n? This is Amelia."

"Amelia? Why are you calling my workplace?"

"I didn't have your cell number or any other way to contact you, sorry. I just...wanted to know if we could talk?"

You sat down at a desk, prepared to hear anything that this woman had to say. This conversation could alter your entire life. There was a possibility that you'd be a stepmother for the rest of your life. "Sure." you said.

"Oh, great." her voice sounded sad, but she came across as genuine, " I just wanna start out by saying that I'm so sorry for the other night: intruding like I did. Timmy was right, he made no promises to me, he never showed any romantic interest in me. It was all on my end. I feel so stupid about it all now."

"I understand. You seemed to really care for him. Our feelings can make us do some crazy things." you responded. You wanted to come out and say something along the lines of 'Bitch are you really pregnant? Is it even Timmy's?' But you didn't want to press the issue. You decided to let her give you information at her own pace so she wouldn't hold anything back.

"Yeah, it really does. About that: I have to admit something awful to you."

Your heart sank. She could say anything in the world, and it had the power to determine what your future would look like. You were so afraid that she would take Timmy away from you, whether he was willing or not.

"What is it?" you asked her, nearly trembling.

You heard her gulp through the phone. It was obvious that she was nervous. "I lied about the pregnancy. The ultrasound I showed Timothee was a copy of my sister's. She's having a baby, I'm not."

"Are you fucking crazy?" you blurted out, feeling the blood pumping through your veins. You didn't feel any relief, not yet.

"Yes, in that moment, I was." she admitted, "It doesn't make it right, but I was in love with him. I was out of my mind in love and all I could think about was getting him to love me back. I thought that if I told him I was going to have his baby, he'd want to be with me."

You sighed. This woman was mad. But that is what love can do to people. They can act out in ways that they normally would not. Hell, love had made you cheat on your husband. Perhaps Amelia suffered from this particular madness. She wasn't herself when she told her lie. Oh, your poor Timmy.

"Anyway, um, I won't go on about that anymore. I won't waste your time any longer than needed. So, Timmy has gone to talk to the PR teams. I told him we can just cancel the whole contract. I told him everything and he wants nothing to do with me, and I definitely don't blame him. So, I'm giving it all up, the whole fake relationship. I think he's in love with you anyways."

"Okay. Thank you for calling me."

"Yeah, of course. I just wanted you to know the truth. And I want Timmy to be happy. I'm such a bad person for what I just put him through." Amelia's voice broke.

"Hey, Amelia, you're not a bad person." You couldn't help but empathize with her. You yourself were no saint. Amelia deserved the hurt she was feeling, and she deserved to lose the friendship she had with Timmy, but she wasn't evil, you could tell. "Just...be better. Learn from your mistakes. And take care of yourself, okay?"

She sniffled, "Yeah, thank you, y/n. I can see why he loves you. Goodbye."

"Bye Amelia."

After work, you called Timmy, and it rang several times before it went to voicemail. You figured he was busy, so you left him a voicemail message, telling him to call you as soon as he could and that you missed him.

A couple of hours went by without any word from Timmy. You called him again, and still no answer. You started to worry. Yes, you wanted him to have space, but it still wasn't like him to not answer you after about an hour or so. Two days had gone by since you'd seen him and you now knew the truth about the Amelia situation, so you thought maybe he was ready to let you in.

You decided to go to his place. There was no answer when you knocked. Now you were scared. Did something happen? Did he pick up and leave for some reason? Was your love story over?

Your phone rang and you felt so incredibly relieved seeing Timmy's name flashing on the caller ID.

"Timmy?!" you answered, "Are you okay, baby?"

"Oh hey, baby." you knew that voice, and it was not the voice of the man you loved.

"Billy, what the fuck have you done to him?!"

"Oh, don't worry hon, your fuck buddy is just fine. A little beat up, but nothing too bad. His pretty little face might heal up okay." Billy's voice was chillingly calm when he talked about the harm he'd done.

"God damn it, tell me where the fuck you are right now, asshole!"

"Oh sweetheart, I'm at our happy home. Ya know, the place where you and your boyfriend committed adultery."

"Fuck!" you ran to your car, not even bothering with the seatbelt and sped off to your house. You called the police and told them there was an intruder in your home, and he had your boyfriend as a hostage.

"Timmy!" you yelled as you entered the house, not waiting for the police to get there. You had no idea what kind of shape he was really in, so you had to act fast before it was potentially too late.

"Upstairs, y/n." called out Billy.

You wanted to kill him.

You ran upstairs, finding them in your bedroom. Timmy was bound to a chair, duct tape covering his mouth. You could see bruises on his face and his nose was bleeding. "Billy you son of a bitch!" You could smell some strong body odor and alcohol. There was an empty bottle of whiskey on the floor. You could tell that Billy had been on a bender and hadn't showered or stopped drinking for awhile.

"Pretty talk for a whore." he spat the hateful words at you.

It was then that you noticed the gun in his hand. "Shit, Billy, don't do anything you're going to seriously regret. You've bitched me out, you beat him up, so just stop it there. You've gotten your revenge. No need to take it any further." you trembled, tears filling your eyes. You did your best to maintain a soothing voice in an attempt to calm Billy down.

"No, no. You two have sinned. And for that, you should die!" he screamed, breathing heavily.

The cops are coming, you kept thinking to yourself. The cops are coming. Just keep him talking. Just a little longer.

You looked over at Timmy, he was quiet, but groaning softly and it was muffled through the duct tape. Your heart broke seeing him worn down and completely defenseless. What had Billy put him through? And for how long?

Billy then raised the gun, pointing it straight at Timmy.

Timmy clenched his eyes shut.

You cried, "Billy! No! Please don't!"

"Yeah?" he cocked the gun, not moving, "And why not?"

"Billy, it was wrong: what we did." you tried to keep calm, but it didn't really work, your heart was racing, and tears were running down your face. "I know it was. And I'm sorry. But this...this isn't worth it. Timmy is innocent in this. It was all me. I seduced him, I... manipulated him. Please, let him go." You were desperate to keep Timmy alive.

Billy looked at you, and slowly, he started lowering the gun.

"Police!" a voice called, as you heard the front door being knocked down.

"You dumb fucking bitch." Billy's eyes turned lethal as he pointed the gun at you. You saw his finger pull the trigger. Timmy screamed from behind the tape. You dived to the floor, screaming and hearing the gun go off. Once on the floor, you kicked Billy's feet from underneath him, and he fell to the floor. The gun dropped to the floor as well.

The cops came in yelling and restraining Billy. You regained your breath as they took him away in handcuffs and got up frantically to get Timmy freed from his constraints. You ripped the tape off of his mouth.

"Are you alright?!" he asked you, panting, as you untied his hands.

"Yes, I'm good." you quickly freed his ankles, and moved up to hold his face in your hands. "What about you?"

"I've been better, but I'll be okay. I love you." he said, kissing you hard, pulling you into his arms.

"I love you too." you said in between kisses, wrapping your arms around him, feeling most grateful that you were able to do so.

@gatoenlaciudad @thebetawolfgirl @musicandbooksaremyhappyplace @softhecreator @tchalamss @chalametbich

#timothée chalamet #timmy chalamet #timothee x reader #timothée imagine #timothee chalamet smut

[clementine-writes-things]

Can you write a oneshot of what you think a first date with riddler would be like? (And maybe possibly somehow if I may suggest go a little smut)

Ooo! (That just autcorrected to poo wtf) This idea sounds so cute! :) I don't usually like having y/n and the fanfic character having sex on the first date, but I'll give them some background and stuff so it's not like meaningless sex yk? You'll see <3 Hope you like this! sorry if it's short or fast paced, juggling a bunch of things in life rnnnn! I hope I made it how you wanted it to be :( <3 xoxo

Summary: The Riddler (Edward Nygma) takes y/n out on a date after working up the confidence to ask them. He taps into his romantic side and makes it a sweet little date. But uh, things get a little hot and heavy when y/n calls him 'The Riddler'. Y/n doesn't want Ed to hesitate, they want him to show them who he really is.

Content Warning: Explicit language, smut, dom!Riddler, egotistical!Riddler, sub!Reader, HEAVY dirty talk, ed likes being called riddler, unprotected sex, oral reader!receiving, praising, aftercare, degrading, power/criminal kink?(y/n and riddler both think it's hot that he's a criminal and they're dating him)

Word count(not including summary and stuff): 2,768 (shorter than what I usually write I'm sorry! <3)

Songs for Inspo:

Moonlight - Kali Uchis

MONTAGEM PR FUNK - S3BZS (run the first 4 lines thru google translate to see just how SEXUAL this song is...hehe..)

LET ME SEE YA MOVE - Lumi Athena

THIRST FOR ME! - Lumi Athena

Lacrimosa - Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Ride - Sir-Mix-A-Lot

(bro said ":P")

'I'll leave your ass burning...'

Read below cut

Y/n and Edward had been friends for over a decade. The two of them went to the same school together as kids. Back then, they were inseparable, and that applied to how they were in the present as well. After Edward went into his life of crime, y/n knew they shouldn't stay friends with him. But, they couldn't stay away from him. Over the years, they suddenly realized that they weren't just friends. They loved each other. Edward, wanting to act on this, decided to ask y/n out on a date. And, much to his delight, they said yes.

Edward heard a knock at the door of his Riddle Factory.

"Edward? It's me, y/n." They said.

Quickly, he went to the door and opened it up. Letting them in, he closed the door behind them. He smiled, taking in their appearance. They wore (self insert). They looked amazing in the green light of his factory.

"Oh, Edward! It's beautiful!" Y/n said.

A table was set up, a white table cloth draped over it. Food, that looked like it was just prepared, sat on plates. A few candles were lit, illuminating the scenery, allowing y/n to see more of the area. Edward pulled out a chair, gesturing for them to sit down. Once they did, he pushed their chair in, sitting down as well.

"Well, I'll settle for nothing less than perfect for you, y/n." He replied.

"Edward Nygma, you're quite the charmer for a criminal mastermind." They giggled.

"I'm a man of many talents, what can I say?"

"And so humble!" They added sarcastically.

"Oh shush. Go ahead, eat. The food will get cold."

The two of them started to eat, the candle light creating a soothing atmosphere. Y/n took a bite of their salad, a blush covering their face when they looked up and saw Edward looked at them. Y/n jokingly covered their face with their hands, shielding them from his gaze. He chuckled, leaning forward and pushing them aside gently.

"There are plenty of things to look at in here, Ed." They smiled, taking a bite of their food again.

"Yes, but none as beautiful as you."

Y/n's eyes widened, taking a sip of water. They felt their face get hot quickly. Edward's gaze remained on them, breaking eye contact occasionally to take a bite of his food.

"This is really good, Ed. Thank you."

"Of course, y/n. I'm glad you like it. I figured making you dinner for a first date would be a good idea." He said.

"Mmm, that and if you go out in public you might get caught..?"

"That too. But, mainly the first point." He smiled a toothy grin.

The two of them continued to eat their dinner, smiling at each other every now and then. Eventually, the two of them finished up, Edward taking their plates and cleaning up everything. Y/n had insisted on helping, but he wouldn't let them. While they waited, they looked around, taking in the layout of the place.

"Where do you sleep? I don't see a bed anywhere." Y/n commented.

"Hm? Oh, it's upstairs." He replied as he finished cleaning.

"Why? You wanna see it?" He asked suggestively.

"Hm, maybe. That depends, what's gonna happen if I do?" They asked, grabbing his tie.

"Well, you are in my Riddle Factory. Maybe I'll ask you a few riddles?"

"Oh, exciting! My favorite type of foreplay! I love teasing my brains g-spot." They joked, laughing.

"Oh, haha. You're very funny. You're in my house. You expect me not to ask riddles?"

"Mmm, I guess that's true...Riddler..." They whispered in his ear.

Edward's eyes widened.

"Oh, y/n. You're starting something that you won't be able to finish until I let you..."

"And what if that's what I want, Riddler?"

Edward grabbed their shoulders, pushing them against the wall behind them. Instantly, he slammed his lips against theirs. He felt y/n's hands slither behind his neck, tugging gently at his hair. He groaned into the kiss, grabbing their hips and lifting his knee in between their legs. Y/n moaned, feeling his leg brush against the place they wanted him most.

"God, I've wanted to hear you moan forever." He gasped.

"Likewise..."

Without saying anything, Edward picked y/n up and brought them up the stairs, albeit with a little struggle since he wasn't exactly buff. Once they were up the stairs, Edward dropped y/n down on the bed and removed his jacket, tossing it on the ground. Y/n wasted no time, discarding all of their clothing until they were left in only their panties. Edward groaned, removing the rest of his clothes as well. Grabbing his hat, he went to toss it to the side, but was stopped by y/n.

"Leave it on..."

"Oh? And why is that?" He asked, placing it back on and crawling on top of them.

"Because, it reminds me of who you are..."

"And what is that, y/n?"

"A criminal..."

Edward smirked, trailing his hand down, grabbing their breast in his gloved hand. Y/n moaned, eyes gazing up into his. He chuckled, leaning down close to their ear.

"And you find it hot? Does knowing what I do make you wet?" He whispered.

"Oh, fuck...yes..."

"Hmm, and here I was thinking you were going to be vanilla. Now, you're underneath me, wanting me, The Riddler, to fuck you. Is that right?" He grinned.

"Yes, that's exactly what I want. You're my best friend, Edward. I love you so much. But, I know you aren't just Edward Nygma anymore. And I don't care. I love you regardless. I want you to show me who you've become." Y/n said, hand holding his cheek.

"I love you too, y/n. I always have. But, are you sure you want this?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

Edward nodded, taking a deep breath. Letting it out, he balanced himself on his knees as he ran a hand through his hair. Y/n watched him, smiling to themself. After fixing the position of his hat, he adjusted his green-tinted glasses. His dark, almost black, gloves hid the veins that were subtly popping out of his hands.

"Who am I?" He asked, looking down on them with his dark eyes.

Y/n smiled, sitting up straight. Slowly, they brought a hand up to his bare chest, running a finger down it. Their finger trailed all the way down to his v-line, tugging at the waistband of his boxers.

"The Riddler..."

The Riddler groaned, pushing them back against the bed. He leaned over them, planting kisses all over their skin. Wherever he could place his lips, he did. Y/n moaned after every kiss due to him biting at their skin every time. He trailed the kisses down to their waist, just above their panties. As he looked up at them through his tinted glasses, a small smirk tugged at his lips. He grabbed them and ripped them off, the fabric tearing as he did so.

"Hey wh-!"

"Shut up, I'll buy you more. I'm the fucking Riddler. I've got more money than you know."

"Oh? So you're gonna spoil me?" They smiled.

"I guess you could say that..." He grinned.

Diving between their legs, The Riddler wrapped his mouth around their center. Y/n moaned, grabbing at his shoulders. He groaned, sucking and licking as he held their thighs down with his gloved hands.

"Oh fuck, Riddler!"

He groaned, biting down firmly on their clit before pulling away. Y/n groaned, upset at the loss of contact. That groan turned into a whine as Riddler blew gently against them, causing them to buck their hips up. He grinned, leaning down to look at them. Using his thumb, he wiped up their arousal off around his mouth, licking it off as he did so. Y/n moaned at the sight.

"How'd that feel, huh?"

"So f-"

"That was rhetorical question, I know how it felt. They way you tried to fuck my face was all the proof I needed." He grinned.

He leaned into their neck, biting at it harshly. Y/n whined, legs wrapping around his lower back. Their hands reached up, one grabbing at the back of his neck and the gripping onto his shoulder. Riddler continued to bite, suck, and lick at their neck. Every time he stopped, it was to check how the hickeys looked. If he thought it wasn't dark enough, he'd get back to work. Y/n's skin got too sensitive, trying to instinctively pull away. He noticed this and wrapped his hand around their throat, keeping them in place. He groaned against their skin.

"You aren't moving until I finish putting my mark on you." He ordered.

"Oh fuck, it's too much!"

"I'm almost done. Stop squirming."

With one more harsh bit, Riddler pulled away tugging their skin. Y/n whimpered, putting a hand against their neck. He leaned down, moving the hand and kissing over the hickeys he made. Each kiss was gentle and caring.

"People need to know you're mine. I'm the Riddler. If I want something, I take it. And I want you. And I know damn well you want me too, don't you?" He spat, grabbing their jaw.

"Y-Yes, Riddler! I d-do!"

"You look pathetic under me. You're so desperate for me to fuck you, right? Tell me. I wanna hear you beg for The Riddler to fuck you. Beg for me to dick you down in my own bed." He demanded, pinching their nipple.

"Oh fuck! Yes, I do! I want you to fuck me so bad Riddler. Please, I can't take it anymore!" They whined, trying to pull him closer to them.

Pieces of hair hung in his face, falling out from under his hat. His chest was heaving heavily, sweat glistening from the heat their bodies were radiating. His eyes were full of desire and love behind the glasses he wore. Even though he was the Riddler, he still had love in his heart. And, he intended to show that.

"Fucking....fuck. Fuck! I could listen to you beg all day. Especially when you look so ready underneath me." He groaned.

Y/n watched as he slowly removed his boxers. Their eyes widened as his dick popped out. Grabbing his boxers, he threw them across the room, not caring where they went. He bent back down, grabbing y/n's legs and propping them over his shoulders. Y/n watched in awe as he looked down on them, a seductive smirk on his face. Without a warning, he shoved the entirety of his dick inside of them with a quick and rough thrust. Y/n, caught off-guard and overwhelmed by the sensation let out a harsh moan, slowly evolving into a scream. Riddler gripped their hips, using it to stabilize himself as he continued to plow into them.

"Shit, look at you. Letting a damn criminal fuck you like this?" He moaned, mouth slightly agape.

"N-Not just any criminal. The Rid-Riddler..." Y/n moaned, head thrown back.

"Oh, you fucking...shit...that's fucking right. The Riddler is dicking you down right now, you should feel fucking privileged!" He groaned, glasses sliding off his nose.

"I do!"

"And how does he feel? How's he feel deep inside you?" He asked, pushing his glasses up quickly.

"S-So.."

Riddler picked up his pace, wrapping his arms around y/n and picking them up. He sat down on the bed, setting them on his lap, dick inside them the whole time. Grabbing their hips, he slammed them down on him, thrusting up into them as well. Y/n started choking on their words, indecipherable words coming out in whines and moans. The Riddler watched them as they bounced up and down on top of him.

"What's the matter? Can't get a fu-fucking thought out when my cock is inside you?" He spat.

"F-Feels so go-good..." They managed to choke out.

"Tell me something I don't kno- fucking shit - know." He stuttered in between thrusts.

"I'm g-gonna..."

The Riddler picked them up, standing up with their legs wrapped around his waist. His dick was still inside them as he placed them against the table near his bed. He flipped them over, bending them over the table. He grabbed the front of their neck, pulling them towards him as he railed into them from behind.

"Not until I say so you aren't!" He demanded.

"Fuck! More!" They moaned.

"God, you want more? Fu-Fucking slut...fine..."

Grabbing them once again, he pulled them off his dick. Y/n whined before he dropped them on the bed. As if they knew what to do, they got on their hands and knees, ass stuck up in the air. Riddler groaned, shoving their head down completely into the mattress as he fucked into them, making sure to go down at an angle. Y/n was moaning into the mattress, deafening just how loud they really were.

"You wanted more. So take it. You're gonna take everything The Riddler gives you!" He moaned, bending over and kissing their back.

"I w-wanna cum!" Y/n pleading, trying to back their ass up into him.

"Oh f-fuck, alright. Yo-You've earned it..."

He pulled out, grabbing y/n's hips and gesturing for them to sit on his face. Once they did, he put his hands on their ass, moving them back and forth against their mouth. His eyes were closed, focusing on using his tongue to get them to their orgasm. Y/n leaned over, grabbing the headboard of the bed for stability as they let out a long and erotic moan, slowly turning into a whine as they orgasmed. The Riddler groaned, sucking up every drop he could. Once he finished, he pushed them off. His chin glistened with their release, his tongue flicking out and gathering up the excess. Reaching forward, he grabbed y/n's head and put them directly over his dick.

"Suck. I want to cum in that pretty little mouth of yours, y/n."

Without hesitation, y/n opened their mouth and started bobbing up and down. The Riddler moaned, leaning back and gripping the headboard just like y/n had done. He watched, eyes heavy and lustful as his dick disappeared inside their mouth over and over again.

"Fuck, you're gonna sw-swallow every bit, understand?"

Y/n nodded, sucking at his tip. He moaned, grabbing a fistful of their hair and slammed them down fully. His face contorted, mouth opening and eyes squinting as he felt his orgasm approach. He muttered over and over to himself as he released inside their mouth.

"I'm The Riddler. I'm The fucking Riddler..."

Y/n pulled off of his dick, swallowing the contents in their mouth. He grinned, grabbing their jaw and yanking them towards him. Using his thumb he pried open their mouth. They stuck out their tongue. He saw that they had swallowed every drop like he ordered.

"Oh my, good job angel..."

Gently, he grabbed their shoulders, pulling them down to lay flat against his chest. His chest heaved, causing y/n to move up and down. The two of lied there for a while, catching their breath from the intimate exchange that just took place. The Riddler sighed, looking up at the ceiling for a moment before rolling y/n off of him gently.

"Can I call you Ed now, hm?" They teased.

He nodded, removing his hat, placing it on the nightstand next to him. Y/n giggled, grabbing Edward's glasses and wearing them. He rolled his eyes, snatching them back.

"I can't see without those, thank you very much. Do you need me to fuck you again?"

"You're too tired to fuck me again."

"Of course I'm tired. I just fucked you into another dimension." He sighed, wiping sweat off his forehead.

"You're definitely right about that. Holy shit..." Y/n sighed, chest still heaving.

Edward got up from the bed and walked to the bathroom, turning around he gestured for y/n to follow him. They glared at him, flipping him off. Ed furrowed his eyebrows, confused, but then chuckled.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to break your legs. Let's go take a bath together, angel."

He walked over to them and picked them up. Carrying them in his arms, he walked into the bathroom. Y/n tapped his shoulder, causing him to stop. They pointed at the mirror.

"I want to see the hickey!" They smiled.

Edward's eyes widened.

"Uh, well I may have gone a bit overboard..." He trailed.

Y/n tilted their neck to the side, their mouth agape. On their neck, though spotty and a little distorted, was the shape of a question mark. Edward leaned down, kissing them on the head. Y/n looked up at him, a blush scattered on their cheeks.

"I wanted everyone to know who loves you..."

#fanfic writer #writers of tumblr #writers #fanfic #edward nygma #the riddler #dc universe #gotham #riddler smut #edward nygma smut

[bokunosoul]

Monster in paris

Donquixote Doflamingo x Showgirl! Reader

NSFW

Warnings : Pr-stitution, s-x, c-nnilingus, f-replay, s-xual stuff

A night in 1920 in the capital of france in paris is an night where you can find your desires. In dark alleyways, bars, parks and by the moonlit night, especially the so called Moulin Rouge.

The night was busy as always, a bunch of high class men in suits surrounded with women wearing skimpy clothing pouring wine on their glasses and giggling.

They all turned their gaze on you, eyes wide open and jaw on the floor and the men in suits shooed away the women.

"You indeed is looking fine as the wine i'm drinking tonight."

"If your thinking that i would offer to sell myself to you, i would not, boys."

Uninterested you turned away back at them and walked away. Ugh, this men looked disgusting. The men that i slept last month was more hot and rich, not old and saggy.

Heading off to your personal dressing room, you sighed and plopped yourself into your chair facing the mirror.

You stand up and started changing onto your costume. It was a red feathery bra, bottoms, a heavy red feather headpiece and of course the pair nude heels.

"Well well, as if it's the one and only Y/N, what does it feels like to be at the bottom?"

Sara snorted and pinched my cheeks. I rolled my eyes and pushed her away in annoyance.

"I'm going to tell you this since were 'friends'."

She said while putting on her lipstick infront of the mirror.

"Then get straight to the point."

"Still prickly as always, anyways, A mafia boss, will come to our show tonight and will pick a dancer to entertain him privately, I heard it's the spanish mafia boss, Donquixote Doflamingo."

She said estatic and squealing.

"And i am confident that it will be me the one and only."

You ignore her and just decided to go on applying your makeup. You have no interest in such things but when it involves money, that's when.

"Not interested huh?, well that's good. Well then looser, toodles."

That guy huh, i heard that man is no good. Killing people who betrayed him, dealing drugs all over europe. The Donquixote family was notorious and most wanted mafia of all. Talk about being the most powerful dangerous man in Spain.

Well it's an old man i think, and that women in this place are going after him because of his fortune.

You shrugged it off, finishing your makeup and hair and went off to stage in line with the dancers.

As the curtain rises, the lights pointed at us, the jazz music played by the orchestra the crowd went crazy, whistling, hooting and shouting.

You smiled confidently and started swaying your hips and body to the beat. Legs kicking up and down back and forth and tumbling from left to right.

You suddenly felt a pair of eyes staring over in the crowd. You stare into the front row of seats. There a man in pink feathery coat, sunglasses and a suit stares into you with interest.

'Who the hell wears sunglasses in the night?'

Like any normal dancer would do you smiled at him and shrugged it off and continued dancing. As the final position in the stage come, you set foot in the middle of the stage.

The crowd applaused as the curtain goes down and the dancers dispersed.

You let out a sigh of relief and went to your dressing room to change into a a flapper dress. Your ears perked up as you heard a knock on the door.

"Y/N, the boss said someone wants to meet you at the bar area, come quickly."

"Yes, i will be right there in a moment."

After you finished touching up and changing, you went ahead to the bar. You sat into the bar stool and ordered an blue gin.

Someone sat beside you as you drink. You turned your head to look at who it was.

"Oh, is it you who requested my audience?" you said. Looking at the man with the large pink feather coat you smiled at earlier.

"Fufufufu, yes i am." the man said in a peculiar tone whilst looking at you.

"Well, my prices are very high." you teased the man with the shades, slowly travelling up your dainty hands through his chest. He seemed good looking and it would be such a waste to let the money go down the drain.

"Name it. "

"Hmmmmm, well then here are my rates, Making out with me is 200 francs, showing you my body is 300 francs, watching you while touching myself is 800 francs, 900 for a blowjob, touching my body will cost 1000 francs, and hearing me moan will be 1400 francs."

He stayed quiet, admiring your face. Smiling you took a sip of your drink . 'This man is broke, this deal will get nowhere'.

"If your just wasting my time, then goodb---." you turned your back against the man.

"50,000 francs, if you can entertain me."

You eyes widdened in shock, as you hear the amount of money he is offering. The man pulled a wad of cash out of his suit and waved it.

50,000 FRANCS!? you can buy yourself an house with that and never work again, i can also pay my debt in this hell hole!

As you were about to snatch the wad of cash in his arms you tripped and fell into his chest.

"What a naughty girl you are fufufufu, i'll give you the money later after."

You crossed your arms and look at the man up and down. Well, for starters atleast he looks decent and hot.

"Then follow me."

Turning back you started walking to lead him into your room. The man stands up followed into my room. Come to think of it, i haven't know this mans name yet.

"What is your name Mr.?"

You asked as you are busy fumbling into your keys for your chambers.

"Doflamingo, Donquixote Doflamingo."

Your eyes widened as you heard the name.

"Hah, what a joke."

He just laughed again in that peculiar manner and went towards the room with you. With the influence of alcohol your mind was started to become hazy.

You pushed him off lazily at the side of your bed and started to take off your clothing. Your dress fell into the floor which revealed the red lingerie you are wearing.

Cupping his face and staring at his eyes you sat comfortably at his lap. Your and the mans tongue fight with each other in delight and his hands roaming around your body.

"HEY!"

Startled you yelled as he ripped your bra revealing your plump breast and perked up nipples.

"Fufufufufufufu excited already darling?"

He said and started to lick your chest onto your breasts. Fuck, this man is not to be underestimated.

He slammed you into the bed and ripped your panties. Your breath hitches as he stares into your eyes whilst having those cocky grin of his.

"It's unfair, i'm the only one who's naked." you pouted at him and rolled your eyes.

Without a response, he lifted up your leg onto his shoulder and started kissing your feet onto your thighs.

"FUCK!~."

You cursed as he shoved his slender fingers onto my entrance mercilessly.

Meanwhile you just looked away, you can't believe that this was happening. It was the very first time you felt excited doing something like this.

"Does that feel good?"

You just blushed and covered your embarassed and nodded.

Doflamingo smirked as your faces become closer and our bodies pressed together heatedly against the bed, as our lips pressed together and our tongues battle in dominance, only the strong taste of rum lingers into your mouth and one of his slender fingers teased your clit, making you hum in delight.

"Ohhhh-yes! "

He suddenly grabbed your waist and rammed it straight to his manhood, you screamed in shock. This man was so big, and you can't really fit inside him. It's been 6 months since you last have sex , so pain would be expected.

Tears started to run down your eyes as you looked away at him and burrying your nails in his muscular back.

"Your so fucking tight. "

He panted, still holding your waist, then caressing it slowly. It stayed like that for a few seconds then, it was replaced by an addicting sensation of pleasure.

"Ohhhhhhh! hah~. "

You cried out as his cock is fully inside you, making you feel so full. He chuckles and licks your earlobe, making you shudder.

"So, tell me who do you belong to? Slut. "

"I-i don't belong to no one. "

"Are you sure? "

You feel him grin and caressed your breasts and pinched your hardened nipples.

"Hmmmm, what about now?"

He said and thrusted his length inside your needy cunt. This man, he's so fucking good. You feel ashamed making those lewd faces infront of him and giving in.

"Oh~sir! I fucking like that. "

"Fufufu, say that again darling. "

"I fuckin' love your cock, please...."

You fell down onto your knees and kneeled. Doflamingo smirked and cupped your cheeks before pulling your hair back.

"Then suck. "

You lovingly obliged to his requests and started pumping his length back and fourth, giving licks there and then and sucking on his balls.

This man was addicting, or maybe this was just the alcohol that got you crazy. But this was the first time in years you got so excited.

He kept whispering dirty things in your ear while thrusting his cock inside you.

"Ah!!!!! I think i'm going to-."

"Not yet. "

The door swung open revealing Sara, her eyes widened in shock while you just turned to look at her with a flushed lewd face.

"W-what the fuck?!? "

She cursed, as she saw your naked body curled up against the man he's targetting.

"Fuck. i did not get to come. " you said annoyed, your arms still wrapped around his neck.

"Fufufufu, easy there y/n, we still got plenty of time left. "

Doflamingo said and slapped your butt and laughed. Sara, was still in shock standing there like a deer in headlights.

"Do you want to join? "

You asked then chuckled kissing your beloved client----Doflamingo. She bit her lip and slammed the door walking away.

"Fufufufu, what do you say, be mine or stay here? "

"Well, i am a very very expensive woman, Doffy. But i think i would give you a chance. "

You stood up and walked towards the window overlooking the eiffel tower, he kissed your shoulder and said.

"If that what's make you happy, my queen. "

NOT SO FUN FACT : Showgirls date back to the late 1800s in Parisian music halls and cabarets such as the Moulin Rouge, Le Lido, and the Folies Bergère. The trafficking of showgirls for the purposes of prostitution was the subject of a salacious novel by the nineteenth-century French author Ludovic Halévy.

#one piece x reader #one piece #donquixote doflamingo #doflamingo smut #one piece smut #doflamingo x reader #doflamingo x you #one piece x y/n #Spotify

[urstruly-ghst]

pre-nrc deuce spade + goody-two-shoes! reader

note : as a blowout for the last day of the year, reintroducing deuce spade pre-nrc and his s/o. i need to share my brainrot over this man (i watched grease so my mind went brrr) also might make some vil hcs, i have smth so good in mind swear cw : swear words, mentions of fighting, and delinquent deuce

deuce spade 

Delinquent, fight maker, arrogant bitch– those were the words permanently plastered above his head; none can understand the appeal you see in him. Deuce is always rough in everything he handles; his magic is always powerful and often overwhelming. The way he holds anything ways seems to be broken with his hands, and, of course, his sharp tongue that brought many people to cry. Hell, his stomach can handle heaps of alcohol and packs of snacks. How can one not cower?

You were different from him; you held a good reputation in your town and school and had this composed life. You’re a good student, too good and too sweet. You were like cotton candy personified. News of you even dating the near-dropout, delinquent, and asshole Deuce Spade was compared to blasphemy. 

But that’s only what they see, the superficial shit-faced Deuce, not the sweetest guy you’ve known. While Deuce is an arrogant delinquent, he is tamer than before. You knew what went behind those doors of his somewhat messy home. Deuce was not the best lover and was an even shittier man, but that didn’t stop him from trying. Admittedly, you both started on the wrong foot, having different impressions of each other. But as time passed, you just fell deeper and felt like the cliche character falling for the bad boy of the town. 

Who are you to deny his advances when you notice his reluctant following of your strict orders and demands to stop his street fighting? Or when he went and aced an exam because you said you’d say “yes” to one date? Deuce tried and still would keep trying to be the best version for both his home and you (the new addition to it– you just don’t it yet).

…

If there’s one sight you hate, Deuce and his foul mouth getting bruised from fights he may or may not have started, it wasn’t pleasant, nor was it the thing you want to greet your significant other. Even if he tries to reason with you, you frown, and he shuts up, knowing saying more dampens your mood.

“Deuce.” Your voice, filled with a warning tone and a frown to accompany it as you enter the clinic, makes Deuce shrink in your gaze. He never liked that look. He hated letting you down. Yet, his fists ached to punch that fucker in the face, so a fight had to be done.

You knew that look. While Deuce cowers and shrinks at your stern gaze, he never fails to show his emotions by grumbling and flexing his fists. Sighing, you crouched down and held his cheek, bruised as usual. Slowly looking at you, you saw his eyes glitter with adoration and pride. That damned pride over his fight landed him in the clinic for the third time this month.

“That must hurt. Deuce, are you okay?”

“‘Course. Tough as nails, babe. Not that serious, ya know? Fucker was messing around with your locker, had to give a lesson.” Deuce said with a smirk as if reveling in the violence he did for your sake.

 Oh, by the Great Seven, if he keeps that smirk up, you might allow that violence to seep in.

“Well, I appreciate that, Deuce. But, if you fight someone again, the guidance counselor can–”

“Awe, I know that. I’ll get another boring three-week seminar about how violence is this; violence is that. Ever such a goody two shoes, babe.” You flared up and smacked him in the face. Not a slap that would hurt him more, but to make him know you don’t like his teasing in a situation like this. Deuce just laughed. He leaned in and kissed you gently.

Why are his lips soft when he is a ragged person who got out of a fight?!

Pulling away from the kiss, Deuce laughed at how you still chased his lips afterward. You’re cute and loving; when did he get that lucky?

“Say, since I kind of broke my promise not to hurt anyone, what if I treat you some treats and a ride on my bike? C’mon, know you like it.” You question where your dignity has gone. You usually hold pretenses and be the level-headed one in this relationship, but a simple invite of danger pulls you in, and you’re now atop his bike.

You may have liked him a bit too much. Good thing he wanted you too– much more than you think.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twst deuce spade #twst deuce #deuce spade #deuce spade x reader

[fandomxo00]

X-Men: First Class rewrite - Part 2 -Erik Lehnsherr, Magento

warnings; Violence, erik angsty

word count: 866 words

pairings: Erik x Nadine!OC

You were the daughter of a human and a Quareen creature. There was no love in the relationship and from a young age he left you and your mother alone. Your mother worked very hard and had so much determination to create a good life for you. Your powers came to you when you were nine years old. It was after a gym class where a boy had kicked a ball to the back of your head. It hurt a bit and you went to the nurse's office to get an ice pack. Later that day, your head began to hurt terribly, you were sensitive to sound, light and movement.  Then you started hearing all the voices and you started seeing their nightmares. You would wake up in the middle of night, your dream about your classmate being hunted. 

Then one year you showed your true Quareen form. You remember growing severely embarrassed by a child that you had grown feverish. Then you transformed into fiery dangerous natural figure of a Quareen. Your mother had pulled you from the school and you started going to school at the local church. She had been very strict about hiding your powers and wanting you to act normal. Then one day she had made you angry and you lit the house on fire, killing your mother in the process. 

When you met Erik it was a busy day in the office you worked at. You were a personal assistant always ridiculed and never thanked. ERik had noticed something different about you. You had come into the room, a fresh cup of coffee for your boss, the man had the audacity to spill the drink over your white blouse, embarrassing you. The coffee didn't burn your skin because you ran hot but your bra showed through the material of your shirt. 

Erik had been the one to make the man shut up, you quickly learned that Erik was coming after your boss to kill him. You hadn't stopped him and even showed him your powers. He had a fascination with you, the way you would focus on your victim, their heart beginning to face, sweat beaded on their forehead, their body trembled in fear. Erik had been turned on by your power, your victim fell to their knees, their hand clutching at his chest as his life was taken away from him. 

He had immediately asked you out for a drink where you shared your secrets and revealed your past. In the short time you felt as though you could trust him, and he decided to never take that for granted. 

The two of you were on a mission, you were in a fitting gray dress. Erik had worn a crisp gray suit, purple highlighted in his tie and handkerchief. To combat the cold, you wore a matching purple coat while he opted for a gray Hench coat and hat. Erik was there to present something valuable to the man, he would hopefully want this item and Erik will be able to gain information. He had sat the briefcase on the desk before opening it to reveal blocks of Nazi gold. 

"Possession of that gold is illegal. I should inform the police." The man started, though Erik was hardly phased as he blinked at the man. 

"Let's not play this game." Erik suggested. 

"Where did you get it?" 

"A friend. He recommended your bank most highly." 

"I see. Do you know our terms, sir?" 

"Yes, and you should know mine." Erik smiled at the man before reaching forward to look at the pictures on his desk. He sets them down, his face growing serious. "This is blood money, and you are going to help me find the bastards responsible for this." he paused, staring up at the man, you redirected your eyes to see Erik holding back the man from pressing what you assumed was a panic button. Erik clicked his tongue, shaking his index finger at the man. 

"Now you are going to hit yourself." You spoke in the man's mind as his hand went flying up to hit himself in the face. 

"Don't touch that alarm." Erik warned, as he stood from his chair and rounded the desk. "I want Schmidt. Klaus Schmidt." Erik hit at the man's chest. "Where is he??"

"Our clients don't prove addresses. We're not-." He started before Erik lurched forward. 

"Not that sort of bank, huh?" Erik's hand came up to the man's face, two fingers pinching together as the man began groaning in pain. "Metal fillings, eh?" he mocked, as he continued to pull with his magnetic force. "Not gold. Worried someone might steal them?"

"Argentina! Schimdt is in Argentina!" The man yelled. "Villa Gesel! Please!" Erik pulled harder, one of the metal fillings flinging to his hand. The man's hand came up to grasp his mouth. You moved forward as Erik said, "Thank you."

"I would love to kill you." Erik remarked. "So, mark my words. If you harm anyone, I'm coming...we will find you." He moved away from the man as you stepped closer.

You dipped your chin, connecting into the man's mind, "You will never speak of this, but you will never forget."

#erik lehnsherr #erik lensherr x reader #micheal fassbender #erik lehnsherr x reader #magneto #eriklehnsherr #eriklehnsherrfanfiction #erik lehnsherr fanfiction #fassy #micheal fassbender fanfiction #erik lehnsherr fanfic #micheal fassbender fanfic

[em-mermaid]

Let’s Prank Your Boyfriend

(read on AO3 here)

It’s time.

The button makes a satisfying click and a joyful tune fills the air. He reaches out to catch his prize, letting diamonds fall to the ground around him. And finally, in his hands is a large purple crown, fit for a king.

Doc sweeps his thumb along the jewels delicately embedded in the golden rim of the crown and takes a moment to admire how the purple velvet compliments the green of his fur. This will do nicely, he thinks.

The crown of Grian’s desires. A way to get back at that pesky bird. It’s time to put his plan into action.

He reaches up and places the crown atop his head. It fits perfectly between his horns, almost as if it was made for him.

He looks around at the empty streets of the shopping district. The early morning sun glints off the nearby windows, but no hermits are inside. The weight of the crown makes him feel powerful. He needs someone to celebrate this victory with him. He needs to show off this prize.

Mumbo’s best friend, huh? It was almost too easy.

Pesky bird is in for a surprise.

A quick flight later and he’s standing outside Mumbo’s vault door. It’s dark, imposing, even in the bright morning light. Creeping vines seem to crawl towards him, simultaneously urging him closer and warning him away. Sculk sensors click and chitter at his approach.

He raises a hand to knock but the door springs into life before he can. Pistons shift and clank loudly and the door opens with grandeur as a slime block launches him into the doorway to land face to face with a startled Mumbo.

He’s wearing his standard suit and tie, perfectly tailored and freshly pressed. The large black wings on his back shift and shimmer when he steps into the sunlight. His tail flicks back and forth as purple eyes glow with an untold power. It takes Doc’s breath away.

“Oh, hey dude! What’s up?” Mumbo greets with an endearingly awkward wave.

“Good morning,” Doc greets with a smile. He sees the moment Mumbo notices the crown atop his head and watches as Mumbo’s jaw drops open.

Doc smiles and puffs out his chest. Purple eyes flick downward before quickly averting. A pink tinge appears in Mumbo’s cheeks.

“Do you like my crown?”

Mumbo shuffles in place and smiles up at him. “It looks great!” He rubs at the back of his neck. “I just didn’t think anyone would have one yet.”

A grin grows on Doc’s face and he chuckles. “Don’t doubt the power of the Goat!” He steps forward, close enough that he could touch one of Mumbo’s wings if he reached out. Close enough to see the shimmering scales lining his cheekbones. “And you know full well that the Goat can’t resist The Button. I have to be the best.”

Mumbo’s flush darkens, but he doesn’t step away. “Ah yes, well, I suppose that makes sense.” They both know that this was a deliberate design choice.

“Now Mumbo, my new best friend, I have a proposition.”

“A what?” he squeaks.

“A proposition that we team up to prank your pesky neighbor.”

“Oh, right, of course. A prank proposition.” His wings shift with excess energy. “What kind of prank were you thinking?”

Doc nods his head towards the floating rocks behind him. “Perhaps we should first step inside to avoid prying eyes. This will work best if pesky bird doesn’t know that I have the crown.”

“Right,” Mumbo agrees, stepping away from Doc. “Yeah, come on in.”

Mumbo turns and begins descending the stairs into the vault. Doc follows and watches as Mumbo hits a button to close the door behind them. The canking of pistons cover the sound of their footsteps echoing through the chamber.

The vault is modest on the inside. Well, modest aside from the glass covered stash of diamonds kept under the floors. Chests line the dark walls and shulkers are stacked in the corner. A Hotguy poster hangs directly ahead and Doc can’t help but admire it, despite having a matching one at home.

Mumbo clears his throat and Doc tears his eyes away from the chiseled abs of his favorite hero in favor of the handsome man in his presence.

“Would you like some tea?” Mumbo gestures towards the small kitchen and table tucked away behind the stairs.

“Sure, sounds wonderful.” The wooden chair creaks as he sits and, delightfully, it is large enough for him to fit comfortably.

Mumbo places a pot of water on the furnace before glancing back at Doc, wings shifting to clear his line of sight. “So you want to prank Grian?”

Doc nods with a grin. “Mhm.”

“I mean, you know me, I'm always ready to prank him,” Mumbo muses as he joins Doc at the table. “Is there a reason for this prank or is it just because you want to?”

Doc drops his head into his hands and lets out a frustrated groan. “Him and Scar blew up my tunnel bore! These two don’t even know how not to break the most basic of machines. Don’t they realize how many hours it takes to put one of those together even if it is simple?”

He feels something wrap around his ankle and freezes before realizing it’s not just something, it's Mumbo’s tail. He looks up in surprise and meets a concerned yet teasing gaze.

Mumbo’s tail is wrapped around his ankle.

“Ha yeah they tend to do that, it happens to me all the time. Grian seems drawn to every contraption I build.” Is it just in his head or is Mumbo leaning closer now? “What kind of prank were you thinking?”

Mumbo’s tail is around his ankle and Doc is still wearing the crown.

Ok Doc, he thinks to himself, you need to keep your cool. This is good, perfect even. He can’t remember the last time the two of them had even spent any time alone together. Maybe at the spawn village? Or was it back in Boatem? He’s not sure. Regardless, here they are now in Mumbo’s vault and he has this rare and perfect opportunity of being the center of Mumbo’s undivided attention. He can’t waste this.

He clears his throat and leans in conspiratorially. “As you know, pesky bird has been wanting the best friend crown for a while, but he should know by now that the Goat always wins when it comes to The Button.”

Mumbo laughs. It’s something light, yet hesitant. “Is that why you picked me to help? Because of the crown?” His tail moves as if to pull away.

“No, no!” Doc exclaims, reaching out to take Mumbo’s hand in his own. “I picked you because of your ideas. Plus, you have such a handsome face.”

For a moment Mumbo pauses, eyebrows furrowed as he looks down at their hands. The silence stretches on as a variety of expressions flit across Mumbo’s face, too fast and subtle for him to understand and Doc begins to wonder if he’s overstepped. But then Mumbo smiles softly and moves, turning his hand upward to interlock their fingers.

It's an awkward angle for their wrists as they hold hands across the small table, but it feels like a step forward. A step towards something new.

When Mumbo finally speaks, his voice is quiet, barely a whisper, but it’s steady. “So you want to use the crown?”

The air around them feels charged. Doc squeezes Mumbo’s hand and when he responds he makes sure to keep his voice low.

“I want to tempt him with the crown that he so desperately wants. I want to make him pay. And then, with your permission of course, I want to taunt him into taking the best friend crown only for it to cause the destruction of something dear to him.”

Mumbo looks up, startled, but the mischievous glint in his eye tells Doc all he needs to know. “What are you going to destroy?”

“That is where you come in, my dear Mumbo.” Doc’s voice rumbles into the space between them as he begins to use his thumb to draw shapes onto Mumbo’s hand. He watches as Mumbo shivers. “I was hoping you would have an idea. Of course, it doesn’t need to be anything too important, just something to cause a little distress. A little shock. We can always rebuild.”

The flush returns to Mumbo’s cheeks. “We could blow up my vault door.”

Now it’s Doc’s turn to recoil. “Why would you blow up your own base?”

“Well, I’ve been building traps for him all season so he can try to break into my vault. And I was already thinking about blowing up the back part anyway so I can redesign it.”

“You are going to redesign your entire base?”

“Yeah? I don’t think it looks sinister enough.”Doc stares at him. Taking a moment to really look at him. Mumbo’s hair is messy, but not unkempt. It’s pushed back as if he styled it recently, but had already run his hands through it as he thought through his plans for the day. His wings rest comfortably behind him, still shimmering under the skylight. Doc’s eyes trace the crease between Mumbo’s eyebrows and the shape of his lips as he purses them in contemplation of the task ahead.

He’s not sure how it slips out but he hears his own voice whisper. “I could kiss you.”

Brief surprise flickers across Mumbo’s features before he leans in, resting his chin on his hand. “Yeah?”

“Mhm,” Doc nods.

“Then do it.”

Doc leans in minutely, but it’s not close enough. “Damn table is in the way,” he grumbles, keeping their fingers interlocked as he rises to clear the distance around the table in two swift steps.

Purple eyes are looking up at him and then, with a slight tug on their joined hands, the eyes are coming closer along with the rest of Mumbo’s body until they are pressed flush against each other. Mumbo’s warm breath mingles with his own and the gravity finally pulls them together, their lips joining in a dance of fire and flames. Years of taunting and teasing finally crashing inward to this singular moment of grasping hands and beating hearts.

They break apart panting, foreheads touching as they breathe together. Doc lets out a chuckle. “You made my mouth all tingly.”

“Ah yes well,” Mumbo lets out a breathy laugh. “That will be the electricity. Dragon’s breath and all that.”

“So are you saying that there is a spark here?” Doc brings his hand up to brush his thumb along Mumbo’s cheek. “That’s not a very safe thing to have around a creeper, but I’m not going to complain.”

At that Mumbo properly starts laughing, the near magical sound filling the kitchen. He shakes with it as he leans forward and presses his head onto Doc’s shoulder. Doc can’t help but chuckle along with him.

Slowly, it trails off into quieter giggles. “Yeah,” Mumbo agrees, finally composing himself. “Yeah, but here we are.”

“Here we are,” Doc confirms.

For a moment they simply stand, wrapped in each other's arms and basking in the warmth of the embrace.

It’s Doc that eventually breaks their shared silence. He keeps his voice low, trailing his hand down Mumbo’s arm to lace their fingers together. “How about we get started on that redstone, hmm?”

Mumbo's eyes light up and he beams. “Now?”

“Why not?” Doc shrugs.

“Right, yes!” Mumbo exclaims, leaning towards the table to grab a small book and quill. “What did you have in mind?”

#mumdoc #hermitshipping #polyhermit hybrid au #<the name is a work in progress #just know i have thoughts about all the hermits and how they fit in this lil canon adjacent universe #also they are all in love #mermaid writes #hermitfic

[sansaorgana]

Hi! May I request AU modern times headcanons for Otto Hightower, where he has an affair with a female student (or something similar for his occupation) and falls in love with her? I’m hoping for some NSFW content, but also sweet ❤️

hi! 💚 tbh I imagine him being Viserys' business partner / friend from work and working something politics related. maybe a PR consultant for the politicians 🤔 and you can be his assistant! (I'm also not a fan of professor x student dynamic because the power balance is just not right)

SFW

• Otto is a widowed workaholic who is super ambitious and he doesn't accept any failures from his co-workers

• He's the worst boss ever when it comes to discipline but he's also known for being very good at his job and it's a big deal to work for him

• You hope that with time you're gonna prove your worth to him and he's going to treat you kinder

• However, that is not happening. He seems not to pay attention to you at all

• Until that one day when one of your clients has a PR crisis because of the scandal and even Otto Hightower seems to be out of ideas

• And you speak up, proposing a new strategy. You can see how Otto's eyes sparkled all of sudden

• He compliments you and since then he starts to pay more attention to you

• Just like he keeps asking for more advices

• Otto is not shy. He knows he's attractive because of his money and the status. One evening, when you work with him after hours, he asks you out. Just like that

• First date place: super fancy restaurant where he brags a lot about his business and his successes and his wealth but he also asks a lot about you and he is genuinely interested

• He wants you to be his partner during some upcoming very prestige event. You're nervous but you accept the proposition to go there with him because of course you do

• You're a candy on his arm but he also entertains you with conversations to get to know you even better. You notice that he is actually interested in you for real

🔞 NSFW (18+)

• After the event, he invites you to spend the night with him at the hotel. He isn't pushy and he tells you that he is aware of the fact it might be too early for you

• However, you agree to go there with him and it all starts with a bottle of an expensive champagne

• Yes, Otto loves to show off but it's also his way of spoiling you

• While having sex, though, he doesn't feel the need to impress you. Don't get me wrong, he's not bad. He's experienced and he knows exactly what to do. But he doesn't feel the urge to show off, which feels nice. He's confident in what he does

• I have a feeling he'd be into lots of sweet talk full of praises. You're his pretty girl, his smart girl, his brave girl... you name it

• He might be older than you but he won't stop at one round. Prepare yourself for more because that man is hungry for you

• He's still sweet to you in the morning and genuinely asks have you enjoyed it. He also asks you out for another date. You just know he treats you seriously

• Especially when he kisses your forehead before you leave the hotel room

• On the next date, he brings flowers. You're definitely his girl now

• And since you're his girl... he would love to go down on you

• Even in his office. He'd sit you on the chair and disappear under the desk

• He's addicted to it, what can I say...?

#i feel like a sinner for posting about him lol #i dont even fancy him #i do it for the team green xd #lovely anons #sansaorgana: Answered #otto hightower x reader #modernhotdau

[disturbedbeautywrites]

Hollywoods Bleeding - Chapter 2

Synopsis: Drugs, scandals, and lies. That is Bradley Bradshaw’s new life since he got pulled into the lime light with his new celebrity girlfriend. She’s been in some hot water with the press and her PR team thought her dating an American naval hero would be good to her image. They’re now the new ‘it’ couple; however only one of them knows that the relationship is fake.

Masterlist | Previous Chapter

Meet me in my office at 8.

When you got the text, you had debated staying in bed. You had debated lying to Anna. You could’ve played sick. You could’ve faked a fever. Any of that would have been better than what you were being told right now. The words that were leaving your publicists lips had to have been wrong. They absolutely had to be.

“Fake dating?” You repeated the words back exactly as you heard them, a sour taste following their wake on your lips. Your arms were now out in front of you on the table, a shell shocked look on your face as you watched the picture of you hugging Bradley show up on the main board. You knew the picture was making rounds and serving up gossip, but this seemed excessive.

“Yes. Exactly. You need this to save your image. Lost actress gets swept away by an American hero. It’s absolutely perfect.” She was making grand gestures with her hands, a bright and proud smile on her face. “I mean, the tabloids already love you two. You’re on the cover of every single cheesy gossip magazine.”

You took a deep breath and shook your head, feeling a migraine coming on. “And if I say no?” You barely dared to ask the question as you glanced up at the woman in front of you, her shoulders shrugging. “Honey. I don’t know if you’ll have a career anymore if you say no. Your ratings are absolutely tanking. Streaking through a neighborhood while being absolutely high out of your mind isn’t a good look.” She dared to remind you of the latest scandal you had been apart of and you let out an audible groan. Your forehead hit the palm of your hand as you sat there and contemplated.

Fake dating. It was never something you had considered. But, it would basically be another acting job, right? Just play pretend until all of the bad press is gone. That couldn’t be too hard. “When do we tell him about the plan?” Your question implied you were interested, an excited squeal leaving the lips of your publicist.

“Well, actually. We don’t. He can’t know it’s fake.” And that’s when it hit you like a brick. They wanted you to do this and act like it was 100% authentic. Not only did the tabloids have to believe your show, but your new “boyfriend” had too as well. You sighed as you realized you had no other choice, a curt nod occurring before your next words left your lips. “I’m in. When do we start?”

“Tonight. You and him are going out tonight. The paparazzi are already in the loop and prepared. We just need you to make sure that he is with you.”

You let out a sigh, deciding your fate was already sealed. You pulled the crumpled up paper out of your wallet, thanking a higher power that you didn’t end up tossing it when you thought about it. You typed in the number and invited Bradley out for a drink that night, praying that he didn’t say no.

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That night started the first of many dates with Bradley. You went into this knowing you wouldn't get attached, but you were soon finding that he was a very likeable man. He was a gentleman and a tease all wrapped in one and it absolutely drove you crazy in the best way. Conversation was so easy with him and he had a very charasmatic energy that kept drawing you closer and closer to him.

Everytime the two of you went out, his arm was protectively wrapped around your waist. He wanted to protect you and that was exactly what he was going to do. More often than not, he used his own body as a shield to get you through the mob of cameras and gossip greedy men. He would always look behind to check and make sure you were okay, knowing damn well he would already knock someone out for you.

Normally, Bradley wouldn't have been a relationship man because he knew how dangerous his life was. He never knew if he was going to be able to come home and he always vowed to never leave a girl stranded like his dad left his mom. However, the more that he spent time with you, he could see some of the appeal of inviting someone in.

You were the kind of girl that he knew he would have never had a chance with if it wasn't for the one in a million way you two had met. But, now as you were curled up beside him; his shirt looking like a dress on you, he knew he wasn't going to question how you came into his life. Hell, he knew Hangman would kill him if he did. The blonde aviator had a field day telling rooster how he didn't deserve the very girl he had pulled, but it was all in good-humored fun.

He felt himself coming back to the present as he let his fingers brush against some exposed skin on your waist, a smile coming to his lips at the content sigh that escaped yours. Your eyes peeked up at him from under his arm, a sleepy gaze taking over your features. Your beauty never failed to take his breath away, his fingers moving some stray hairs out of your face. "Will you be my girlfriend?" The words were meant to be a thought that he could ponder, but now he was realizing they were out in the open and your eyes were wide in shock as you pondered the answer.

You opened your mouth to respond when your phone rang; acting as a savior as you answered it.

And I am leaving you guys with that for this chapter, I am so excited to be getting deeper into this fic. I have so many ideas for it, you guys have no idea.

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#bradley bradshaw fanfiction #bradley bradshaw fanfic #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x you #bradley bradshaw x y/n #bradley bradshaw top gun #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw #rooster #rooster imagine #rooster x reader #top gun maverick imagine #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw angst #bradley bradshaw fluff

[stiricidewrites]

All the Things We’ll Leave Behind: ch 27, pt 4

Hello everyone~! I hope everyone had a good weekend! I started reading a new series and am obsessed. It's been a while since I was this feral for something, and all I want to do is go back to it @_@

Previously~

CW: passing mention of alphas around jgs being pricks

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He grimaced slightly, turning back towards the group. Even the idea of being more like his father—more like the Jin he was supposed to be—made him cringe. He could probably leave everyone to deal with finding lwj without much guilt, but if something bad happened, if his friend or any one of the teenagers got hurt, he’d never be able to forgive himself—especially not if a drunk lwj ended up doing the hurting. Wiping your hands of a situation only worked if the consequences, good or bad, weren’t going to matter to you in the end. You had to wipe your hands and heart of everything and never look back, and he couldn’t do that.

The teenagers, under the command of one of the local alpha girls, had begun sorting itself into smaller groups of two to four people. They were surprisingly organized and jzxuan couldn’t help but be a little impressed, even if after a few moments of listening to them chat and plan he realized they were treating this entire situation like a game. Apparently they played some kind of hunting game in the woods quite often, although usually not so late into the evening or in groups. In passing, he had heard about such games. It hadn’t been <i>in</i> in at least a few decades to do mating runs—although he was sure his cousin had talked about bringing them back once, under the banner of alpha rights and tradition—but he had heard of people running similar, more lighthearted events in order to let off steam. Not while anyone was in heat or a rut, of course. No, they were just games of very serious hide and seek among friends… friends, which he didn’t particularly have, so while jzxuan had heard about these friendship runs he had never been invited to any himself.

Several of the teenagers, he noted, were calling their parents, letting them know what was up—or, at least some watered down version of what was up. Most were claiming it was a spontaneous game because the night was just so nice. No, no one was in heat. Yes, it was getting late so they were working in groups. No, they wouldn’t be running off by themselves or fucking or getting anywhere too close to the Jiang compound.

<i>“Are they usually this careful to keep clear of Lotus Pier,”</i> jzxuan wondered as he slid his phone— which had died shortly after they had begun their return journey to Lotus Pier—out of his pocket, <i>”or is it because that alpha died? Or just because there are so many strange alpha wandering around there in general?”</i>

He didn’t blame them. Whenever any of sort of mating event was held in any of the Jin estates he and his brother made sure their omega siblings weren’t anywhere to be found, and mysteriously—as in his brother had secretly arranged—more and more thick, beefy betas showed up to guard their omega staff against any alphas who got out of hand. Who were these betas? Allegedly, they were relatives of the staff, come to visit for a few days. Of course, every time the betas were different, or they were the same but at different estates, relatives of completely different omegas each time. He suspected his father knew what was happening—as much as the man was generally self-centred and uncaring he was rather observant—but perhaps the annoyance of having to hire actual pr*stitutes, or listen to annoyed alphas who couldn’t just fuck their way through the place, was less annoying that dealing with pregnant omegas demanding compensation from whoever had fucked them, probably without their consent.

He pressed futilely at the power button, willing it to turn on so he could at least get contact info for someone—anyone—in Lotus Pier. His brother, nmj, fuck, even his aunt. He had heard jyl ask if any of the teenagers were able to contact anyone, but they had all said no, a few giggling after someone quietly muttered that once they had had her brother’s info, but there was no reason to keep it when he had become so miserable to be around.

#fanfic #mdzs fanfiction #wangxian #stiricidesbottomji #omegaverse

[tae-shimura-is-my-wife]

An anon sent an ask, but since they used a word that's banned from tumblr, the post will not show up, so i will post here:

TW: Ag3 gap mention

Anon ask: "As cute as GinTae is I just can’t ship it romantically. Gintoki’s pushing 30 and Otae’s b*rely legal. It’s sick. Keep all those old men away from her!"

Well, i'm not surprised for seeing a commentary of that nature, this will be a long post!

This may be controversial, but for me ppl with Tae age are ad*lts, idc if they were a teenager before or whatever, i seen them like that and will treat them like that, where i live this b*rely legal ting is just weirdo f*tish, bc here nobody cares how old you were before, just how old you're now.

Right now to Tae, generally this kind of relationship would make me uncomfy, but there multiple factors that didn't:

Gin didn't have to wait Tae become legal unlike certain ships, because he meet her as an ad*lt woman.

Tae is treated like any other women in gntm, yes she's younger, but this isn't a focus, it actually doesn't matter, different from other anime/manga where the youngness of the female character makes her more "appealing" since she's closer to being innocent and that stuff.

Gin doesn't disrespect her or see her as less for being younger, especially because every young ad*lt in this anime/manga is treated and seen as an ad*lt, they being younger doesn't erase that fact. Plus, he didn't keep pushing himself on her and he doesn't like to see her getting uncomfortable.

Power balance, yes Gin is older and stronger than Tae, but they have similar roles like being Four Devas, at the same time, Tae has more money, a house and owns a local. And it's important to say that Gin never uses his status as a Four Deva to disturb Tae or force her to stay with him.

So with gintae, there's no power imbalance, no disrespect, no gr**ming and no haras*ing.

Regarding how Tae is treated by narrative:

I think that people with a mentality like yours sorry if it sounds rude, that's not my intention, should be annoyed beyond ships, if the problem is that Tae is b*rely legal, then you guys should condone Sorachi for saying he wanted to marry her, for making jokes about Gin f*cking Tae three times, for having characters thinking that Gin liked her, for talking and reparing openly about her body, especially older man characters, for making her work at dawn, drinking excessively and having to deal with perv drunk men, for offering herself to be a pr*stitute and the list goes on...

Because where you're from, you probaly see ppl at her age as b*rely legal, but as i said other cultures just see an young ad*lt, who know the sh*t they do, Tae is never treated as b*,rely legal, just as an ad*lt woman, if she was a minor before it doesn't matter, it only matters that before time skip she was an ad*lt, but i understand why you would be uncomfortable with huge age gaps.

#gintama #gintae #ppl treat eight**n year olds like ad*lts where i live #nobody gives a f if you were a teen before #especially bc waiting to become legal is not much a thing here #only if you're a weirdo 💀 #we just wish to have eight**n to work and drive #not to be legal #but i agree gintae has a huge age g*p #i know that not everyone feels comfortable with that #plz consider the last part if you guys have problem with Tae being b*rely legal #when it comes to hijitae it's almost the same thing #can't say that for some others though #sorry for the amount of censoring 💀 #it was necessary #since they kept hiding my post

[simiansmoke]

@koopzilla

It had been the usual twilight hour - one that DK often spent in a make-shift gym along the ocean shore a few steps shy of one of the kingdom's many boardwalks. To call it a gym was a stretch as it was more of a fallen coconut tree next to its stump, but that was all that was needed to bang out some bench press sets.

One moment he was getting ready to go for a PR with Diddy to spot, but mainly to add more weight onto the tree, and the next - he was being showered in the distant heat of the approaching burning castle. Ah great, what did that bozo want? Catching his little buddy's gaze after shaking loose of the sky scene, DK nods. They had been through this sort of drill before. "Grab Dixie and keep'em outta town. I'm going." Not waiting to hear of any protests, DK turned and raced off with knuckles thundering the salt-washed wooden roads. The city had just started showing signs of awareness to the sky visitors when he reached the bottom of the capital's towering fortress and began to climb.

It was a lot quicker to reach the top by kart, but he had more than enough power to clamber up and hoist himself over the edge. "Dad, hey Dad!" He hollered, figuring Cranky would be out and gathering some security to deal with the unannounced invasion. Once he found his balance, he caught a glimpse of his dad a ways off, cross-armed and peeved behind the iron bars of his personal sized cage.

"Yes, yes I'm aware." Sounding more inconvenienced than worried (the old bastard), Cranky squinted down at a device strapped to his wrist and tapped. "-and your response time was far from your last record, might I add!"

"Is this really the time to time me?!" DK huffed, regarding the group of squat invaders in their red rain slickers and hockey masks worked on hooking the cage to a pulley system that would lead it up to the floating base. "Hey! Step a-way from the old man...-!" Having begun his charge forward, and bowling through several minions in the process, he was close to leaping on top of the cage and ripping it open from the top when a rather spikey Koopa slid a spear through the bars to press against the Kong king's cheek. Cranky himself didn't seem to notice, but he was pretty gifted in the art of becoming a statue to the point where he scared the shit out of DK at times walking down a corridor filled with them.

"Stop there! That's as far as you go."

"...seriously?" Poised halfway on one arm, a fist curled tight at the end of the other. "What are you losers doing here anyway? Let my Dad go!"

"All in good time, all in good time." The Koopa assured and gestured toward the platform lowering to the cobblestone roof. "You are wanted in the main hall. We will escort you." As if on command, a few of the shy guys approached DK from all angles.

"Uh huh, right. YEAH right." The Kong snorted, slamming his hands on the ground hard enough to rumble it and cause a few of the poor shy guys to fall over cursing. "Why would I do that for?"

"Forgive the boy, he's a bit on the slow side." Cranky side murmured.

"Because! Bowser has demanded an audience, and if you don't go - your King will!"

A long pause later fraught with a side-long look towards Cranky's cage, DK heaved a sigh of annoyance, gaze dropping to his knuckles. "...fine, I-"

"Just take me up there already, the boy is no negotiator for this kingdom." Cranky interrupted, ornery as always and inconvenienced by the unexpected drop-in.

"Ugh! Can you like, believe in me for five seconds, Dad? I might let you out when I get back!" His fur twitched furiously as the shy guys slid up by his side again. He wanted to slap them all off the platform as they all headed up, but the Koopa's spear still remained in place by the side of his prisoner. The brief flicker of concern in Cranky's eye is the last thing DK sees before turning his head to regard the gap between platform and base that he hopped to and scrabbled up on his back legs.

It wasn't a long walk to whatever the main hall was, but he was a tad pissy when he got there. Mainly because the shy guys thought he needed six different ropes tied around him (like seriously is there one looped around his thumb too?) Standing on his back legs just to upset the little shits holding onto the ropes tied around his wrist (and partially drag them into the air) DK huffed. "Seriously - I said I was coming, dude. What are these even for?"

#//the saddest separation scene ever lmao dad why #//sorry this turned into a mini fanfic but #//give me spike neck 👀 #koopzilla #//oh excuse my random tone typos im fixing them lol

[my-weird-news]

👀 Shocking: 30 Celebs Who Totally Lost Their Fan Respect 😱

#CelebCrashAndBurn: A Comedic Look at Fallen Stars 😅 You know what they say, folks: the celebrity lifestyle is like a rollercoaster made of admiration and respect, but it seems like the only way down is through a trapdoor labeled "canceled." Let's take a look at some former darlings who've been knocked off their pedestals and left clutching their metaphorical canceling blankets. 🎢 Chris Brown: Remember when Chris Brown was known for his hits, not for hitting Rihanna? 🎵 It was 2009, the Grammy Awards were just around the corner, and Chris decided it was the perfect time to introduce the world to his impressive array of fists. 👊 Now, some folks might argue that his punishment – probation, community service, and counseling – was about as effective as using a feather to stop a hurricane. 🌪️ Ellen DeGeneres: Ellen, Ellen, Ellen. For years, we thought she was the friendliest talk show host since Mr. Rogers. But guess what? Behind the scenes, she was more like the Grinch on a power trip. 👀 Apparently, she was running a workplace more toxic than a laboratory experiment gone wrong. ☢️ Don't worry, though – we still have reruns of "Finding Nemo" to remind us of her better days. Kanye West: Just when you thought Kanye had exhausted his ability to shock, he unleashed a barrage of anti-Semitic tweets that left us all scratching our heads. 🤯 It's like he went to the "How to Ruin Your Reputation in 140 Characters or Less" school of social media. But hey, at least Adidas saved us from ever having to worry about Yeezy fashion again. Roman Polanski: Roman Polanski has mastered the art of being the poster child for bad decisions. Accused of everything from non-consensual sexual intercourse to perversion (yes, perversion – as if the other stuff wasn't enough), he somehow found a way to make things worse. During his trial, he decided it was a great idea to pose with young girls, as if the court were auditioning for his next horror film. 🎥 Jussie Smollett: Remember Jussie Smollett's grand performance? No, not on "Empire," but in the world's most bizarre self-inflicted PR nightmare. He hired actors to play his attackers, staged a hate crime, and then seemed genuinely shocked when the police figured it out. 🕵️‍♂️ It's like he took the saying "fake it till you make it" a little too literally. Amber Heard: Amber Heard's got a lot of nerve. She went from accusing Johnny Depp of abuse to being accused of it herself. Talk about a plot twist. 🎬 It's like a poorly written daytime soap opera, except with real-life consequences. Deitrick Haddon: Deitrick Haddon, the gospel singer turned relationship expert – oh wait, wrong kind of expert. Turns out he's an expert at marital infidelity. 👼 Just when you thought his choir singing was impressive, he added cheating to his repertoire. 🎤 R. Kelly: Ah, R. Kelly – the man who managed to turn "I Believe I Can Fly" into a song about escaping jail. If only he'd put that energy into making better life choices. From sex trafficking to child pornography, he managed to hit every bad note imaginable. 🎵 J.K. Rowling: J.K. Rowling took a magical dive into the realm of controversy when she shared some controversial views about transgender individuals. 🧙‍♂️ Suddenly, the author who brought us the enchanting world of Harry Potter was waving around a wand of divisiveness. Expelliarmus, indeed! Oprah Winfrey: Oprah may have the Midas touch, but she also has a knack for questionable associations. First, she boosted Dr. Oz's profile, a man who's as reliable as a diet pill sold out of the back of a van. Then she threw her support behind a politician who was facing off against someone she'd previously promoted. 🎙️ It's like she's using her talk show powers for political puppetry. Elon Musk: Elon Musk has gone from the genius behind Tesla to the guy who tweets like he's composing haikus while sleepwalking. 👾 His support for certain political figures and his online escapades have us all wondering if he's building rockets to space or just trying to escape Earth's collective facepalm. Kylie Jenner: Kylie Jenner, once a billionaire, now accused of not paying her factory workers. It's like her financial sense is inversely proportional to the number of zeroes in her net worth. Maybe she's just preparing for her next reality show: "Kylie's Quest for Basic Human Decency." Bill Cosby: And finally, there's Bill Cosby – once the beloved "America's Dad," now the poster child for lost legacies. With more allegations of sexual misconduct than a soap opera has plot twists, he went from pudding pops to prison bars. 🍮 So there you have it, folks. Celebrities: they're just like us, except with more money and more public humiliation. Just remember, the next time someone's star crashes, they're probably just one tweet away from becoming a cautionary tale in the annals of pop culture history. ✨#CelebCrashAndBurn: A Comedic Look at Fallen Stars 😅 You know what they say, folks: the celebrity lifestyle is like a rollercoaster made of admiration and respect, but it seems like the only way down is through a trapdoor labeled "canceled." Let's take a look at some former darlings who've been knocked off their pedestals and left clutching their metaphorical canceling blankets. 🎢 Chris Brown: Remember when Chris Brown was known for his hits, not for hitting Rihanna? 🎵 It was 2009, the Grammy Awards were just around the corner, and Chris decided it was the perfect time to introduce the world to his impressive array of fists. 👊 Now, some folks might argue that his punishment – probation, community service, and counseling – was about as effective as using a feather to stop a hurricane. 🌪️ Ellen DeGeneres: Ellen, Ellen, Ellen. For years, we thought she was the friendliest talk show host since Mr. Rogers. But guess what? Behind the scenes, she was more like the Grinch on a power trip. 👀 Apparently, she was running a workplace more toxic than a laboratory experiment gone wrong. ☢️ Don't worry, though – we still have reruns of "Finding Nemo" to remind us of her better days. Kanye West: Just when you thought Kanye had exhausted his ability to shock, he unleashed a barrage of anti-Semitic tweets that left us all scratching our heads. 🤯 It's like he went to the "How to Ruin Your Reputation in 140 Characters or Less" school of social media. But hey, at least Adidas saved us from ever having to worry about Yeezy fashion again. Roman Polanski: Roman Polanski has mastered the art of being the poster child for bad decisions. Accused of everything from non-consensual sexual intercourse to perversion (yes, perversion – as if the other stuff wasn't enough), he somehow found a way to make things worse. During his trial, he decided it was a great idea to pose with young girls, as if the court were auditioning for his next horror film. 🎥 Jussie Smollett: Remember Jussie Smollett's grand performance? No, not on "Empire," but in the world's most bizarre self-inflicted PR nightmare. He hired actors to play his attackers, staged a hate crime, and then seemed genuinely shocked when the police figured it out. 🕵️‍♂️ It's like he took the saying "fake it till you make it" a little too literally. Amber Heard: Amber Heard's got a lot of nerve. She went from accusing Johnny Depp of abuse to being accused of it herself. Talk about a plot twist. 🎬 It's like a poorly written daytime soap opera, except with real-life consequences. Deitrick Haddon: Deitrick Haddon, the gospel singer turned relationship expert – oh wait, wrong kind of expert. Turns out he's an expert at marital infidelity. 👼 Just when you thought his choir singing was impressive, he added cheating to his repertoire. 🎤 R. Kelly: Ah, R. Kelly – the man who managed to turn "I Believe I Can Fly" into a song about escaping jail. If only he'd put that energy into making better life choices. From sex trafficking to child pornography, he managed to hit every bad note imaginable. 🎵 J.K. Rowling: J.K. Rowling took a magical dive into the realm of controversy when she shared some controversial views about transgender individuals. 🧙‍♂️ Suddenly, the author who brought us the enchanting world of Harry Potter was waving around a wand of divisiveness. Expelliarmus, indeed! Oprah Winfrey: Oprah may have the Midas touch, but she also has a knack for questionable associations. First, she boosted Dr. Oz's profile, a man who's as reliable as a diet pill sold out of the back of a van. Then she threw her support behind a politician who was facing off against someone she'd previously promoted. 🎙️ It's like she's using her talk show powers for political puppetry. Elon Musk: Elon Musk has gone from the genius behind Tesla to the guy who tweets like he's composing haikus while sleepwalking. 👾 His support for certain political figures and his online escapades have us all wondering if he's building rockets to space or just trying to escape Earth's collective facepalm. Kylie Jenner: Kylie Jenner, once a billionaire, now accused of not paying her factory workers. It's like her financial sense is inversely proportional to the number of zeroes in her net worth. Maybe she's just preparing for her next reality show: "Kylie's Quest for Basic Human Decency." Bill Cosby: And finally, there's Bill Cosby – once the beloved "America's Dad," now the poster child for lost legacies. With more allegations of sexual misconduct than a soap opera has plot twists, he went from pudding pops to prison bars. 🍮 So there you have it, folks. Celebrities: they're just like us, except with more money and more public humiliation. Just remember, the next time someone's star crashes, they're probably just one tweet away from becoming a cautionary tale in the annals of pop culture history. ✨ Read the full article

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The Fire You Start (Chapter 1)

This is the first chapter of the Fire You Start Series, so expect the intensity to build up! This is my first smut/fic so any comment is welcome and suggestions or requests on where you want the series to go. My inbox is always open! Hope you enjoy loves x

Summary: You are the new press officer in the team that manages Toto’s pr and after an event things between the two of you get pretty steamy.

Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, daddy hotness, ‘what more can I say?’

Words: 2.4K

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 2.5

You are the newly hired press officer at the Mercedes HQ, highly ambitious, full of energy and a strong personality that shows you’re not to be messed with, which is exactly how you got the position at the very competitive Mercedes f1 team. You know you’re entering a ‘man’s world’ and you weren’t afraid to show your tough side, because your mom raised you better than to let any men walk all over you. There is still much you have to learn but you showed that you’re eager and ready for the challenge, which impressed Ben, the senior press officer, and the positive words he said to his colleagues about you already left an impression on the team before you even started.

It’s your first day at the office and while you are writing your introductory email for the department to get to know you, you feel a strong presence enter the room. You look up from your screen and see this giant of a man standing beside your desk, towering over you. “So, you’re the person who’ll be responsible for putting out the fires I start.” “Yes, that’ll be me.” You stand up confidently from your desk and reach out to shake Toto’s hand. The firm grip of his big hand takes you by surprise, as he holds it a little longer than is usual. He loosens the grip, and with a playful smile on his face he says, “I will try to not make it too difficult this season, but you must know me... I have my ways of making, let’s say, interesting statements.” You are well aware of the power this man holds and you took your chance to prove him you have no problem handling it. “Don’t you worry, you do your job and I’ll do mine, there’s nothing I can’t take care of.” He raises his eyebrows surprised by your strong demeanour and you suddenly realise you might have come off to harsh, so you quickly say, “Unless you were talking about real fires, because then I’d be totally useless.” He chuckled under his breath, while the firm hand that was holding yours moments ago, was now gently placed on your shoulder, and he looked you in the eyes. “I bet there’s nothing you can’t do.” You let out a smile, and he turned around towards the door and left with a quick, “I’ll see you around, superwomen.”

The remainder of the day this conversation was stuck in your head, as you replayed it over and over again. Was he really flirting with you, or was he just being welcoming? Or maybe you were just projecting your own fantasies of the man in the situation and it was all completely normal. But what you are feeling is far from normal. The way his hand felt on your shoulder made your knees weak and you were thinking how his firm grip would feel on different places of your body. But just like that you are snapped out of your spicy train of though as Ben walks in hastily. “Are you sleeping? The meeting started 5 minutes ago.” You jumped up feeling slightly embarrassed you were going to be late to the final meeting of the day, where you’d be introduced to the senior management. Late, all because you were having the dirtiest of thoughts about your boss.

When you enter the meeting room, late but in style, all eyes are fixated on you, as you catch Toto looking you up and down and a smile he couldn’t hide. You sure know how to make an entrance, with your bouncing hair and office dress that accentuates your curves just right. “Sorry I’m late” You say politely in an attempt to stay on everyones good side, as you sit down in an empty chair next to Toto. “We were just talking about you,” says Ben while he takes his seat. “This evening we have an event for the launch of a new Mercedes car model, and Toto will go to represent the formula 1 division and sponsors, and we expect you to go with him to make sure everything for pr is in order, because the person that was supposed to go called in sick.” You were sure to not turn down your first real assignment regardless of it all being so last minute, so you agreed to go. As the meeting came to an end and you were walking in the hallway the sudden panic kicked in, apparently a bit too visible. “What’s going on?” That strong Austrian accent did something inside you that only made you more anxious, but in a 100 different ways. “Nothing, it’s just that I have to prepare for event, but I also need to find a way to get home, find an outfit and get back before Ben leaves to drive me to the venue.” Toto nodded his head with a grin on his face and took a step back to look you up and down once more. “Your dress is perfectly fine if you ask me, and about the event prep, I already told you before, ‘there’s nothing you can’t do’.” He smiled approvingly, gave you a winked, and quickly walked off in the direction of his office, as you felt the heat rise under your skin.

When you arrive at the venue you realised what you got yourself into, camera’s flashing, people pulling up in the fanciest cars and wearing outfits triple the cost of your apartment rent. You waked in with Ben showing you the lay-out of the venue, giving you a list of tasks you need to do, and he gave you a list of names you needed Toto to be introduced to. He highly advised you to stay away from the expensive cars that were on displayed sporadically across the venue with red velvet ropes surrounding them. “You’re not insured for any damage here, so unless you’re willing to sell your kidney, I’d keep a distance from the cars. Just a gentle reminder.” He said laughingly. “I know nothing about cars, but look at the one, geez, that looks absolutely amazing.” You said, nodding towards a matte black cabrio Mercedes that stood in the spotlight. “Maybe one day you’ll be able to afford it. Well... I’m leaving, you got everything you need?”

At the event you’re constantly running around to accommodate the different sponsors, and making sure that Toto makes the necessary statements for the different media outlets and gets introduced to the right people. You were so busy and focussed on the job that by the end you were completely exhausted, and took a moment to recharge your social battery in the corner of the venue. Toto was mingling with a group of people, and from afar your eyes locked in and observed his every movement. How his stance exudes absolute power, contrasting the playfulness of how he talks with his hands and gestures around, making people laugh at the story he was telling. His strong fore arms with rolled up sleeves and his dress pants hugging tight around his hips made you ache between your tights. He caught you staring at him and walked in your direction, with blushing cheeks you turned around to avoid any possible awkward interaction, but he was too quick and grabbed you gently by your waist to turn you around. Your tired eyes looked up at his and for a moment you realised he just stood there, absolutely in awe with you, until he quickly shook his head and asked, “Do you already have a ride home?” You nodded ‘no’, grabbed your phone and stressfully started scrolling through your contacts looking for someone willing to pick you up, since it’d be ridiculous to ask Ben at this hour and you completely forgot about this in advance. “You know what… I’ll bring you home, nothing to worry about.” After politely declining twice but him persisting, you finally agreed for him to drive you back.

As the event reached its end and you struggled to keep standing on the high heels you were wearing, Toto walked over to you and told you to wait by the exit. As you were standing there in the cold with the mumbling background sound of people exiting the event, you hear two loud car honks from a car approaching you. Toto was sitting in the drivers seat with a self-fulfilled smile on his face, his white button-down and rolled up sleeves waving you to come. You couldn’t hide the excitement seeing he just drove up in the matte black cabrio that you absolutely love. “How did you know? You didn’t have to do this!” You say while stepping in the car. “I have my ways,” he said with a wink. “I just wanted to show you my appreciation for a job well done, you were amazing on your first day.” The sudden paise, from the usually so though man, made your heart race and suddenly the only thing you could do was thank him softly with blushed cheeks and a knot forming in your stomach.

As the two of you drove off there was an obvious tension that neither of you was willing to admit. But the way he would look at you and take in the sight of you in your dress that was creeping up a bit and your skin glowing red from the streetlights made it hard for him to focus. You noticed the obvious bulge in his pants growing and it made you wet thinking about all the things you want to do with it. You shifted your crossed thighs to create some friction, scared he would notice how much you need him in-between them. “The work day is over. You can relax now.” He said laughingly your way, as he noticed how tense you were, but how could you relax when all you could think of was how his growing bulge would feel inside you. At the red light you looked at each other, his eyes filled with desire. “You should know I value professionalism, but there is one thing I value most, which is the truth. And I must say that you are honestly one of the most beautiful women I have ever laid my eyes on.” 

Shocked by the sudden declaration of admiration, you tried to play it cool and play right in his hand. “You’re not so bad yourself.” You say teasingly with a wink and a playful slap on his knee. He shakes his head and kisses his teeth, turned on by the way you wouldn’t back down. “I knew there was something about you from the moment I stepped into your office.” “Oh yeah- and what's that?” You say teasingly while fidgeting with your hair looking at him with big mischievous Bambi eyes, turning him on even more. “You claim you can put out my fires, but you are creating one right here within me and you know exactly what you’re doing.” You lean closer to him, your hand resting on his bicep, as you innocently whisper in his ear. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, mister big boss.” “Oh no? The way you’ve been prancing around me in that tight dress, the way you’ve been staring at me all night with that look in your eyes.”

He places his right hand softly on your tight just below the seam of your dress, looking for your sign of approval. You stroke his arm and he squeezes the inner of your thighs, to which you can’t hold back the gasp that comes out of your mouth. With one hand on the steering wheel and the other on your thighs he starts teasing and stroking the sensitive skin, as you grab his hand and guide him up under your dress. With your panties already soaked, he starts caressing your folds with only a thin layer of fabric in-between. You felt the heat spread under your skin while he pushed you panties to one side and started massaging your clit. You were biting your lip trying not to let out a moan as he increased the pace and pressure, and he then suddenly let go to make a gear shift. 

Trying to catch your breath you reached out your hand eagerly and placed it on the contours of his shaft, while stroking up and down. You could feel his length throb within your hand through the fabric of his pants and you were mesmerised by the size of it. He noticed the look in your eyes. “That’s for another time superwomen, tonight you deserve to know just how much I appreciate you.” He took your hand off him, reached between your thighs where he was working his magic just moments ago, and with a few stroked up and down your folds to wet his finger, he entered you in one go. Middle finger thrusting in your warmth and thumb circling your clit, making your head tilt backward and sent shivers down your spine. The pressure on your nub made your legs shake uncontrollably and you were moaning incoherent words and sentences as he increased the pace. 

“Such a good girl, and good girls deserve to be rewarded. What do you want?” You looked at him, eyes filled with desperation while you rocked your hips to the merciless rhythm of his thrusts and you whimpered trying to give an answer. “Good girls use their words. Now, what do you want?” “Make me cum.” You begged, trying to catch your breath, repeating the words like a mantra. “Make me cum.” Your hips were trembling as he increased the thrusts to an unrelenting pace and he intensified the pressure he put on your throbbing nub. “I’m so close.” You cried, as you felt yourself tighten around him. “Not yet baby girl.” He went even deeper, hitting you g-spot with a relentless pace, making your whole body shake and you dug your nails into his bicep. “I can’t anymore.” You moaned in his neck while you felt your stomach tighten, reaching your climax. 

“Let go, beautiful.” With a few more deep thrusts you felt the knot in your stomach come undone, your eyes rolled back and with a loud moan your walls fluttered and flooded his fingers. “Good girl.” He praised you, while you were trying to catch your breath and he calmly massaged your clit so he could feel the aftershocks. You looked at him while he placed your panties back in position, and took the back of his hand to take a strand of hair out of your glistening face and stroked your cheek. “You look so beautiful when you cum for me babygirl, I had been waiting for this all day.” He placed his hand on your knee and with a smile on your face you held his hand trying to get back to reality, as you felt jitters and butterflies creeping up in your stomach. 

Having lost complete track of time and finally being aware again of your surroundings, you realise the navigation said your street was the next right turn. Getting ready to step out of the car while he pulls over in front of your apartment building, you look at him teasingly. “Thank you for taking me home, it was definitely a ride to remember. Next time it’s my turn to take all of you.” While you nod with a devilish smile towards his hard cock outlining in his pants, and he pulls you closer and whispers softly, “there is nothing you can’t do, superwomen”, and places a kiss on you cheek before he lets you out of the car.

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Masterlist + more Toto smut: 

The Fire You Start: Chapter 2 - Chapter 2.5

Champagne Soaked (one-shot)

A Ride to Remember (one-shot)

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