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I've just borrowed him for a while 🥰
RAH! He's so juicyyyy~ I take a liiiiittle bite (≡ﾟ∀ﾟ≡)
Mama, can I has milkies???!?
(Re-upload of a older drawing ^^ click for quality)
Reblogs > likes! Appreciated! 🩷
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Hey! it's great to see someone in the Seven deadly sins fandom lol i watched it a long while ago but I'm still very fond of it - who's your favorite character? :)
YAAAA ANOTHER SDS FAN !?@?!?@@? sorry
hm.. i really like estarossa and monspeet, i have a lot of favourite characters 😭😭
what about you? who is your favourite?!
pls let me know i wanna make a fic
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Seven Deadly Sins - VIII
PAIRING: low to mid honor Arthur Morgan x Fem!reader
Because if one thing is true, it is that Arthur Morgan is a sinner. Pure, organic, non-GMO smut. A continuing series.
Warnings: Smut, Violence, Low to Medium Honor Arthur (and all that entails)
Salvation: preservation or deliverance from harm, ruin, or loss.
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He didn’t sleep a wink, even with how exhausted he was. His blood pumped as if his veins were a livewire, energy surging through his battered and beaten muscles.
It’s hard to wind down after a gunfight. He knows this, he’s known it for years.
It’s even harder to wind down after the ramshackle buildings the gang was holed up in here in the middle of the damn swamp looked like Swiss cheese - riddled with bullet holes.
Arthur flicks a cigarette into the stagnant water as the sun rises, eyeing critically the wagon with the mounted gun that the Pinkertons were forced to abandon after their assault on Lakay.
A Gatling gun, of all damn things. He supposed he should feel tickled that the Pinkertons felt they needed it to take on the gang. They still ended up running with their tails between their legs, but the gang was in bad shape.
He runs a hand down his face, rubbing at his eyes before smoothing down his unruly beard. It’s much longer than he would ever keep it, but Guarma did not give him the luxury of appearances.
Arthur walks sheepishly toward where Tilly sits against a dock post. After scouring the camp this morning, he’s found neither hide nor hair of you.
“Miss Tilly - I, uh..”
Tilly looks at him, and the very hint of a smile curls at the corner of her mouth.
“She’s out by that little church. Left earlier. I’m sure she’s waitin’ for you.” Tilly says knowingly, endeared to the faint blush staining his cheeks.
“Thank ya,” Arthur mutters, nodding his head and stepping away from Tilly’s seat against the old tree.
He walks out of the camp and fortunately is not accosted by anyone on his way out.
Were you mad? Upset? Furious? Christ, he didn’t even get a chance to greet you last night, clumsily rolling into Lakay after surviving hell on earth on that stupid island. The damn Pinkertons had swarmed the swamp outpost within moments of him getting back, and the firefight that ensued certainly didn’t lend itself to any quiet solitude.
By the time the gang was winding down from surviving the attack, the sun was rising in the east, bathing the swamp in golden light.
Arthur can run through several terrible possibilities on his walk down the road to where Tilly said you were - out by that ridiculous tiny church - much too small for any real person to even climb into. Must be some weird swamp thing. Or weird city-slicker art thing.
He finally sees you - sitting on a blanket spread out on the ground near a cypress tree not far away from the small white structure, gazing out to the open marshes and the bayou north of Saint Denis.
Arthur approaches you quietly, not wanting to disturb the peace you’ve managed to find. You’re barefoot on the blanket, your toes peeking out from under your skirts as your legs curl to the side of your hips.
“Sweetheart-”
You look up at him, somehow unsurprised at his approach, even with how quiet he tried to be. His brow furrows as he takes your face in, your eyes bloodshot and glassy, your cheeks tinged red.
“Oh, darlin’, I hope you ain’t wastin’ them tears on the likes of me.”
You frown up at him, “Shut up, idiot.”
A smirk crosses his face as he holds his hand out for you to help you up. You take it, not before rubbing at your eyes, breathing in through your nose.
“C’mere,” Arthur pulls you up and his other arm snakes around your waist, pulling you to him. You immediately bury your head into his chest, muffling the sob that escapes your throat.
“Hey now, gonna take a little more than a sinkin’ boat to get rid of me.”
You pull your head back, arms still locked tightly around his waist, gazing up at him as the veneer of your calmness cracks, tears streaming down your face.
“A-Arthur- '' You hiccup before devolving into sobs. He immediately leans down to press his chapped lips against yours, holding you even tighter against him.
As if he could chase away your fears and demons with his lips, he presses his tongue into your mouth, breathing your breath, holding you, and swearing in his mind to never let you go.
Your mouths move against each other, softly, slowly as first- but the fire between you starts to burn, fed by the little noises that escape your throat as his hands move all over you, a needy rumble escaping his chest. You pull at the collar of his shirt greedily.
“Christ alive, woman-” Arthur pulls back from you, working the buttons of his shirt.
He sheds the shirt, and your tears return with a vengeance as you see what the time away from you has done to him. His pale chest is singed red from the sun, bruises and scrapes litter his arms, and you can see along his side the shadow of his ribcage. Arthur has always been a solid man, hard muscle underneath his pale skin, to see him looking even the slightest bit gaunt, tore at you.
“Oh god, Arthur-” you choke as your hands fly up to cover your mouth.
“Shh, shh, darlin’. ‘M alright. M’ alrigh-”
A wet, hacking cough cuts him off, and he covers his mouth with the back of his hand, turning away from you. You rush in, placing your hands on his arm, “Christ, what happened to you?”
“Just a little waterlogged - on account a’ almost drownin’. I’ll be over it soon enough, now that I’m off that damn island.” He replies, wiping the back of his hand against his dark pants, returning to gaze at you affectionately.
“C’mon now, sweetheart. Don’t look a’ me like that. Came all the way back here f’r you, I don’t want to see you cryin’.” He says as he goes to gather you closer to him.
But alas, his request goes unanswered as tears pour down your face as you sob again, and his hands cup your cheeks as he steps in even closer to you, his rough thumbs swiping over the apples of your cheeks to stem the salty flow of tears.
“I- I thought you died.” You hiccup, you’re shaking hands pressing against his chest, “I… I thought you were g-gone forever.”
“M here, ‘m here. I was always comin’ back to you,” His fingers weave through your unbound hair, pulling you to his lips, where you open your mouth immediately to him.
Your tongues press against each other desperately. He’s gathered you in against him, arms wrapped around your waist, pressed so hard against his frame it’s hard to breathe against the constriction of your ribs.
Your hands land on his elbows, and you pull downward with increasing urgency until he understands, unlacing his arms as you both sink to your knees, somewhat awkwardly trying to keep your mouths on each other. His hands weave through your hair while yours run up and down the broad muscles of his chest and stomach as if you could never touch enough of his skin.
It may be seconds, it may be minutes before the two of you are tangled in each other, laying on the blanket side by side, refusing to breathe anything other than each other’s breath, as if you were drowning in the open sea.
“Jesus - god, I missed you , my girl.” Arthur pants into your neck as he shimmies his pants over his hips, shedding them and tossing them to the edge of the blanket, laying next to you nude as the day he was born, greedy hands pulling at the fabric of your shirt.
You whine in reply, afraid you would start crying again should you need to speak words into life, and allow him to pull your shirt over your head, revealing your breasts to him, which he quickly leans over and presses his mouth to. His hand tugs at the tie keeping your skirt in place around your waist, and you assist him, frantically pulling at fabric and cotton as you whine, his tongue laving over your nipple.
Finally, after what seems like an eternity, he has stripped you bare under the shadows of the large cypress trees, there on the blanket in the middle of Bayou Nwa, hidden only by some random bushes and distance from the roads carving through the swamp.
He suckles at your breast eagerly, as one of his hands moves from kneading the opposite breast down, down your ribcage, down your belly, down your hips, to where a needy fire smolders between your thighs.
“ Arthur ,” you moan, pushing his hand to cup your damp skin, needing his touch, needing his breath, needing him .
He groans into the skin of your breast, his middle finger sliding between your folds to find you wet and ready for him. But he makes no move to climb atop you, seemingly satisfied with running his finger up and down the seam of your body.
You can’t- you can’t waste this time - the weeks not knowing if he was alive or dead, the nights crying yourself to sleep thinking you’d never feel his touch again, the abject emptiness you felt in your core thinking he’d never press himself inside you and make you feel complete ever again.
You push against his shoulder, and he lets go of your breast and raises his head, a confused, slightly pained expression on his face. You push his shoulder even harder before he has a chance to question you, and to his surprise, you’re able to maneuver him to lay on his back, sprawled out on the blanket.
“Darl-”
Swinging your leg over his pelvis cuts him off, and his hands clamp to your hip magnetically, his eyes wide as you hover your hips over his.
“N-need you-“ You moan, breathless, as you reach down, grasping his length, rock hard as you knew he’d be, and aligning yourself with him, holding his cock as you begin to sink down on him. As the head of his cock presses inside you, your hands find purchase on his shoulders for balance.
Arthur watches your hips as you slowly take him, inch by inch of his cock disappearing into your warm cunt, until the feeling is too much and he throws his head back, squeezing his eyes shut as the back of his head hits the ground.
You bottom out, gasping as your body gets used to him, the sweet feeling of being filled, assuaging emptiness - chasing completion.
Arthur’s fingers constrict on your skin as you give a small roll of your hips, the base of his cock leaving your body for a moment before you return. You let out a long, satisfied sigh, your hands moving down to his pectorals before you slowly roll your hips again, loving the near-painful stretch of your body accepting all of him.
“D-didn’t think I’d ever have you again-” You whisper, looking down at his wide eyes, the blue-green pools you never thought you could get lost in again.
Arthur’s eyes flutter closed as you pick up speed over him, hips rolling back and forth atop him as you pant on your knees. His hands guide your movements, splayed wide over your hips.
He grunts, opening his eyes again, “G-god - ain’t no place I’d rather be-” he gasps as you thrust your hips down on him hard, “-than inside you, mmph .”
You rock over him, moaning unabashedly as your knees grind into the ground at either side of his hips. Your head tips backward as you increase your tempo, arching your back as you feel the pressure of him inside you change with the angle.
He’s panting, his hips making little thrusts up to meet yours. Large hands fly back to your waist, clenching hard and aiding the speed of your movements as you roll your hips over him.
Arthur gives a needy groan, his hips leaving the blanket entirely, and the next thing you know, you’re beneath him. He’s flipped you over, on your back under him with a yelp as grabs your legs, slotting his hands underneath the back of your knees, and pushes them back, resting the backs of your thighs on his shoulders.
“ Fuck - ” he groans, managing to keep his cock within you the entire time, and he leans over you, your legs bending to nearly press against your ribcage, “You’re…”
The words fade from his lips as a groan is all he can manage to get out. You mewl beneath him, with your knees over his shoulders, he basically has you bent in half.
He wants to say more, he wants to tell you everything. But as he glides into your impossibly tight warmth, it’s like his voice doesn’t work anymore.
You’re everything, you’re what I needed to come back to, you’re what kept me goin’ on that stupid island…
You whimper, tears leaking from your eyes as you clutch at his forearms desperately, “A-Arthur…”
He pushes deep, deep, within you, as far as he can go, giving you as much of himself as he physically can. Every inch of him, buried within you. His forehead leans on yours, as if he could not fathom being any further from you.
All I can think about at night is bein’ inside you. All I want to do in the mornin’ is wake up with you in my arms.
Your voice cracks with emotion, breathless and thick as tears continue to stream down your face, tinged pink with arousal.
“I l-love you, Arthur-”
I love you, Darlin’.
He comes, his eyes squeezing shut as he feels wave after wave of hot spend leave his cock and paint your insides.
You’re clutching around him, your legs shaking as you pant little needy cries, and he knows your body well enough at this point to recognize that you’re coming too - a drawn-out orgasm that feels like it’s going on forever. Little waves, one after one, caressing him instead of one that he’s apt to drown in.
He slowly lets your legs down from his shoulders, but refuses to move his hips, keeping himself buried inside you.
His large hand moves to cup your cheek, thumb tracing away the tears falling from your glassy eyes.
“I love you, sweetheart.”
The smile you give him is bright enough to rival the sun. He drapes himself over you and finds your lips, and the curve of that smile against his is enough to save a parched man, as if he could drink from your lips forever.
Forever is what it feels like, as unwinding yourselves from each other is an impossible task. A task both you and he absolutely refuse to do after the hell of separation over the last several weeks.
Your tongues pressing against each other, hands trailing over curves and hard planes of muscle, and everywhere, it is only a few minutes before you are gasping into his mouth, and he grunts in return as you feel him stir within you.
His hips press back into yours, and you moan as you hook your ankles over his hips. He buries his head into the curve of your neck, the overstimulation of his cock and the thick wetness of your cunt, covered with his warm spend, he doesn’t know how he could ever leave you.
But the flighty, whimpering, needy noises that you make, it goes straight to his pelvis. Even so soon after you’ve milked him with your sweet warmth, he’s ramrod hard again in moments. He’ll give you anything , everything you ask for. Just tell him. He’ll shoot, kill, steal, ride to the ends of the earth for you.
With a breathless finality, you tell him. Words slip from your mouth like sweet nectar, as one of your hands pulls the long ends of his hair. You tell him all he needs to know in whimpered syllables.
“I l-love you so much, Arthur-”
Christ, he’ll give you everything.
Arthur rolls his hips and gives you himself. Each thrust of his cock hits that sweet spot within you that makes you cry out. Each labored pant in your ear, the movement of each muscle that makes up the mountain of him. He gives you it all.
He knows, deep down, that anything he gives would not be worthy of the love you’re proclaiming into the morning air. He could give you his faithfulness, the word of a robber, a thief, a murderer. He could give you his body, the broken down body of an aging gunslinger, nose misaligned from too many bar fights, scars across his skin like constellations. He could give you his name, which he knows, he knows , means nothing. Mary Gillis had the decency to teach him that when they were young .
So all he can do is try to bring you pleasure, try to assuage the tears that have spilled from your pretty eyes. Try to give you something, anything , that comes close to equaling the peace you have brought to his restless soul.
He comes quickly, his teeth sinking into your shoulder, not enough to hurt, but enough to muffle his groans as he pours himself into you again. A pang of regret courses through his veins, that he was not able to last longer for you.
Arthur slides his softening cock from your body and you whimper needily, he shushes you gently, lips on your forehead, as he lowers himself to his hip beside you.
“I gotchu…I gotchu, sweet girl,” he whispers, his hand trailing down your stomach to brush against your core as his other arm maneuvers beneath your shoulders, pulling you to curl into him. He pulls your leg over his thigh, opening the seam of your body, and wastes no time at all, pressing two fingers into your swollen core, pumping them in and out in a fashion to replicate how he was fucking you before.
You’re crying, panting, nails digging into his forearm as he crooks his fingers within you, his thumb circling your hooded nub. His frame looms over you, muscled arm around your shoulders, drawing your head into the crook of his neck where you whimper.
Arthur whispers huskily into your ear quiet affirmations, good girl, almost there, gimme one more. You squeeze your eyes shut, gritting your teeth as the pleasure he gives you verges on pain, the overstimulation wracking your body with spasms of your hips, one leg thrown over Arthur’s thigh as he works your dripping cunt.
You give a high and flighty cry as your body clenches, and he groans as he feels you squeeze his fingers, pressing his lips against yours desperately as he works you through your orgasm, shuddering and shaking, naked in his arms.
He whispers against your lips as he slows down the movement of his hand, “Christ, I missed hearin’ that.”
Arthur slowly extricates his fingers from your body, the both of you look as they come out covered in the combination of your dripping slick and his milky spend.
He wipes his hands dry on the blanket and almost immediately leans over you, cupping the back of your head with his fingers and deeply kissing you, his warm skin pressed against yours, his weight gently bearing down on you. As starved as you thought he looked before, as you’re wrapped up in his embrace, you’re reminded how large he is - built like a mountain, smothering your entire frame under him.
By the time he pulls away, he leans on his elbow over you, gently laying your head on the blanket underneath you.
“We probably gave half a’ Lemoyne a show there,” you giggle, finding it incredibly endearing to see a blush settle on his cheeks, considering he just had you bent in half fucking you into the ground.
He unwinds his arms from you, as if he just realized the two of you were completely naked in the bayou, and you snicker as he leans over to grope for his clothing that was so hastily shed.
You both shrug your clothes back on in silence. He’s gotten himself dressed completely as you tie your skirts on. He steps closer to help you, taking the strings of your skirts and tying the knot behind your back. He leans over you and kisses the crown of your head as he finishes the knot.
You turn, placing your fingers against his firm chest. His hands move to cup your cheeks as he leans down to press his lips to yours. When he pulls away, he places his forehead against yours and you let out a shaky breath.
“ ‘M always tryin’ to come back to you.”
“Don’t leave me like that again, Arthur.”
He shakes his head, and swipes his thumb across your skin preemptively, “I won’t, I won’t. Ain’t no one…- ain’t nothin’ that’s gonna keep me from bein’ by your side.”
You look up at him with glassy eyes, your fingers clutching at his shirt. His hands smooth down your face, down your shoulders, across your back, until with the slightest pull, he gathers you into his embrace. You let out another long, shuddering breath and relax against him, leaning your cheek against his collarbone.
His chin rests on the top of your head as he gently sways, arms wrapped right around your small frame, engulfing you in all of him.
After it all, the near drowning, the chain gang, the entire goddamn island - it all faded away now that he had you back in his arms. Of this, he knows is true - he would go to the ends of the earth to return to you - to your waiting arms and sly smile and how your voice gets soft when you’re saying something sweet.
He shuts his eyes and relaxes for the first time in weeks.
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Happy Father's Day!
*First left: Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf. Big Big Wolf is a good husband and father. He always has a tolerant attitude towards his wife Red Wolf. He also loves his son Xiao Huihui very much and is an inventor.
*Second from left: Bluey, Bandit, is an archaeologist who adores his wife Chilli and his daughters and does his best to keep up with Bluey and Bingo's games, whether that means dressing up, turning into a robot, or starting from a tickle Survive the crab attack.
*Third from left: Undertale, Asgore, is the ruler of the underground world, its inhabitants, and monsters. He is Toriel's ex-husband, Asriel Dreemurr's father, and Chara's adoptive father. is a kind, quiet but optimistic monster who loves gardening, goldenrod tea, and Toriel's butterscotch pie.
*Fourth from right: Hollow Knight, The Pale King, is a superior creature and the past king of Hallownest. In order to solve the infection, the Pale King plans to use the vessel seal, the offspring of the union of the Pale King and the White Lady.
*Third from right: Helluvu Boss, Blitz∅, from the Circle of Greed, is the adoptive father of the hellhound Loona, and is considered one of the most trustworthy and "go-to" assassins in Hell. He's a seemingly rude, conceited man, but is actually a self-doubting boss who seeks to prove that Imps are just as capable as other demons.
*Second from right: Helluva Boss, Stolas, is a Goetic Hell Prince who is Octavia's father and Stella's husband. The first impression is of a regal, ostentatious man, but also a flamboyant, dramatic, eccentric, often dazzling man, very lonely, but with a romantic and explicit side, and he is also very tender towards those he cares about. ,Educated.
*Right: Hazbin Hotel, Lucifer, Charlie Morningstar's father and Lilith's estranged husband. He is the ruler of all hell and one of the Seven Deadly Sins. He has a flamboyant and dramatic personality, switching between silly and exaggerated, clumsy and melancholic. He was an idealistic dreamer, but after being separated from Lilith, he fell into isolation and fell into depression.
#bluey#my draws#bandit heeler#undertale#asgore dreemurr#father's day#hollow knight#pale king#helluva boss#blitzø#blitzo#stolas#hazbin hotel#lucifer morningstar
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Hey! I know your inbox might be overflowing with kind words and stuff already, but I have a tickle story you might find entertaining and/or cheer you up a bit ♥️
So I have no idea how this came about, but all of a sudden I was getting compared to a pig by my friends 🐷 (In a loving way I swear-)
One friend was like "He even has a cute squishy nose!" (Which is obviously false idk what they're talking about 🙄)
And then the other friend says from behind me "He even squeals like one." And starts going to town on my sides?! Asdghjkl?!?!!
I hate to admit it but I did unfortunately squeal T-T
BUt tHE tHiNG iS
My friend DiDn'T sTOp until I was a giggling mess on the fLOOr
So that's my weekly tickly report because my ribs can't seem to catch a break around my friends 😆
Welcome back by the way, you were only gone for a few hours but I missed you ♥️
Very happy you sent this! It'll be the first one in my brand new #tickle stories tag x) Your ribs don't deserve a break because that's definitely way too cute! Cutest ticklish pig :3 Hopefully they won't forget and will go after you again 😈
P.S. when I think of pigs I think of Hawk from Seven Deadly Sins or Babe (from the movie) and I just melt... so adorable.
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Hey! Get to know me!
I'm Estarossa. You can call me esta, estar, star or just estarossa, it doesn't matter!
My main fandom is Seven deadly sins. So please send me asks about that!! but I'm also into other fandoms!
I'm also into ;
Lucifer [Netflix]
Black Butler
Fire force, still watching it , though!
Genshin
Obey me
My hero academia
Bungou Stray Dogs [still watching it]
Please don't hold yourself back of sending asks! It would be a pleasure to meet you! <3
I'm not so comfortable with telling my age. My apologies.
I'm usually pretty active, but these last few days not so much anymore, school, etc.
I will probably reblog a lot of posts, it can be from non tickle content creators, and it can be tickle content creators, so if you aren't into tickle stuff, please don't send hate, or to anyone who is into it.
But mainly, It's NOT a kink for me. For me it's just fun and it's making me comfortable. Please don't tell me that it's a kink, it isnt a kink for everyone!
And the age limit, I'm fine with any ages! Just don't be weird.
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How the seven deadly sins + Elizabeth and hawk would take care of a baby🧷🧸🍼 (part.3)
Nanny drunkard
Ban
"why tf you asking me?"
Ban is a moody guy,but convincing him to babysitt doesn't really seem worth it,until the baby do something that would be funny for him,like,idk,a loud burp. He would find it funny,and then they turn into friends.
They would do crap together,and we have king scolding him for being careless. No,he's not careless at all,he wouldn't let the baby fall for high places,or even drink his own booze or something like that,trust him.
Ban:Do you want to watch me cook lunch,kid?
Baby:A
Ban:I will take that as a yes
Ban cooks as the baby watches him,and turns out that the feeding time was well done to him,since the baby liked the food,and Ban didn't mind so much to the mess the little one could make,and then there's Hawk waiting patiently for the scrap overs.
Ban refuses to change a diaper,while Meliodas is trying to pull his arm and take him to their room with a baby by one arm and a bag on the other. For his mercy,Meliodas (and King or Diane or Elizabeth or Gowther) decide to help him,instructing him what to do. Everything was going well,they can hear Ban nauseous with the urge to throw up,but everything was done right.
Ban: Why me,has to clean baby crap?
Everyone,in unision:Because you are the babysitter!
Ban would play some unusual games with the baby,like throw him/her like a ball to Meliodas(not too far of course)or throw the baby upstairs from the boar hat to Meliodas catchy him/her(that's how birds learn their kids how to fly). He also play soft game like tickling and horsey. Maybe the most funniest play that they would have is throwing baby powder at each other,while the baby is in Ban's lap like a support. The others sins + Elizabeth and Hawk just sigh seeing the two having fun.
After a long playdate,the baby is tired.Ban makes a bottle for him/her,and he feeds the baby on one a while sipping his beer on his other,what makes King kinda disappointed.They both fall asleep on the chair,with the baby sleeping on Ban's shoulders,and Meliodas take a time to wash the dishes,and watch both of them. Elizabeth gently takes the baby from Ban's shoulders and put him/her on crib. King actually though that Ban wasn't so bad on babysitting,but still thinks he could be better.
Bonus:
As the King of the fairies go downstairs on his pillow,he saw Ban playing with a teddy bear on hand with the baby. But he remembered that there are only wooden toys on the little one's bag. King goes directly to Ban.
King:Ban,where did you got this teddy bear from?
Ban:Why do you wanna know,old fart?
King:Because there's no plushies on the baby's bag,only wooden toys. Did you stole it?
Ban:What?The little brat wouldn't stop crying,none of this wooden toys worked,so I borrowed it for him/her.
Night Escanor:That's not cool,Ban!It's someone's kid toy!
Ban:Mind your business,Escargot.
King:Ban,that's someone's kid plushie,that kid may be crying because of it!
Ban:It's for a while,fairy boy!
King:If you not returning,i will return it!
King takes the toy from the baby,who starts to pouting and was about to cry,and King was panicking.
Ban:Look what you did.
King:Hey,little dear,don't cry,it's okay,i will pick a better toy for you-
But the baby starts to cry out loud,and King's try to calm him/her down failed.
Escanor:King, i think it's better to give to her.
King gave up and handed the the teddy bear to the baby.
King:Fine,i will sew one plush for her.
The fairy king returned upstairs to make a teddy bear to the baby. Ban gave a smile to the baby who gave a smile to him too.
Ban:Good job,little one.
Later on,the teddy bear was returned,and the baby was playing with the sewed one King made.
That was adorable to write,but,on a scaled of 0 to 10,how much would Ban babysat well?
Write on the comments
#nanatsu no taizai#nnt anime#the seven deadly sins#nnt diane#nnt merlin#seven deadly sins#babysitting sins#nnt ban#nnt elizabeth#nnt#nnt gowther#gowther#nnt escanor#escanor#nnt meliodas#meliodas#ban babysitting#nnt king#king harlequin#sds anime
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Gluttony's Hunger - Part 5 PREVIEW
Oh, oh! What's this? :3c
Summary: What’s a human to do when an Avatar of Gluttony is dealing with a particularly bad craving, that no food seems to sate?
Part 5 is already available, in full, on my Patreon!
And we get to meet most of the other Sins!
😈 😈 😈 😈 😈 😈 😈
The next morning, Maggie woke late, pinned to the bed beneath a still-sleeping Gula. She wasn’t even sure how she could sleep, with him curled over top of her, like a large animal sheltering a smaller one. He slept his face tucked into the crook of her neck, his breaths tickling her skin. He was also, as was par for the course for demons, ridiculously warm. Maggie didn’t even need a blanket, with him draped over her like that.
Then she remembered what they did last night. The memories flashed through her head like a whip. The sounds, the sweat, the sensations.
Everything he’d done to her. Multiple times. Until…
Her face flared with heat, realizing she must have passed out from sheer exhaustion.
Which explained why she slept so soundly, instead of feeling claustrophobic, caged beneath the demon. Gula had reverted back to his humanoid form. No horns, no extra limbs, no sharp teeth, no fur. Just freckled cheeks and red hair tangled around his shoulders.
“Gula, I need to get up.” Gently, Maggie tried to shake him awake, vaguely wondering if he was actually asleep or simply pretending. Painfully aware she had slept in and likely missed making breakfast for the Seven Deadlies, Maggie whined, “I’m supposed to cook breakfast.”
“Hmn, breakfast.” Of course, it was that word that had caused a reaction. Gula cracked his eyes open, his eyelashes tickling her skin, and mumbled, “That sounds good.”
“I’m surprised you’re still hungry.” Maggie gently pushed Gula up a little and slipped out from under him to sit up. She shot him a pointed look along with an amused smile. “After all the eating out.”
For a moment, Gula considered burying his face between her thighs again. To smell her sweetness and sweat mixed with his. Her movement did put the crux of her legs right at his face-level. In an attempt to be good, however, Gula rolled over though his head was still in her lap.
He stared up at Maggie, eyeing her sex-tussled hair and considering the heat and hunger inside him. “Trust me, I am still hungry for you.”
“But not so much it hurts?” She hunched over him, wrinkling her nose as she smiled into his face. For the moment, she could indulge in the bubble of warmth surrounding them. She knew it wasn’t likely to last. Absently, Maggie brushed Gula’s tangled hair away from his face.
“No, I’m good for a little while.” He shrugged, resisting the purr building in his chest as the human woman played with his hair. Realizing the irony of his words, Gula gave a crooked smile. “Well, as good as a demon can be.”
“That will have to do.” Unceremoniously, Maggie pushed Gula off her lap and slid off the mattress, stretching as her sore muscles groaned. Without looking back at Gula, she made her way to her wardrobe, choosing a long-sleeved, off-the-shoulder dress made of thin fabric for the day. “I’ll see you downstairs.”
#exo writing#exophilia#seven deadly sins#gluttony#demon#demon x human#gluttony x human#seven deadlies#gula#maggie#magdalena#ask and you shall receive#part 5 is 3kish words long#so a bit longer than other parts of Gluttony's Hunger#AND we get to finally meet some of the other Sins in this part! :D
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Original Story
AN: So my idea for this was to write a five-part anthology about the five elements. I wanted to write a story that made the reader feel like they are the main character. There is no gender or descriptors so anyone can read it. I know it's not the traditional book style, but I think it could be fun. I Serve as sort of the narrator of the story, addressing the reader directly. So let me know what you guys think of the first chapter? Would you want to read this?
I'll have someone else edit and stuff cause I suck at editing lol
Chapter One: Earth
Deep in the heart of the forest, in the dead of night, there is a calm clearing. Despite the lack of trees, the moonlight does not dare encroach upon this land. It is still, lifeless. If not for dirt, it would be barren. Nobody treads there. There are rumours that those who do, do not come back. Of course, rumours are only whispers, cautionary tales of those who wish to keep life's secrets for themselves. Greed. One of the seven deadly sins. It is prevalent in our society.
A ghost story perhaps. Something told by the ancestors, a way to keep their offspring in line. Those who stray too far from the path, get left behind, swallowed by the darkness. It is all-encompassing and absolute. The dark is thy mistress, tempting and full of allure. But the light, the sun, is thy warden, commanding and steadfast. Too quick to outrun, but shortening by the hour.
With the day comes warmth. It smells of crisp leaves and morning dew. The sound of laughing children, joyous and light. Church bells ringing, loud and clear. Everything is as it should be. Everyone is accounted for. But as the warmth fades, the town turns in on itself. It is cold and uninviting. All the houses are shut tight, the doors lined with fresh sheered wool and dawned with sheep's blood. There is no more boyish laughter or girlish giggles. The only sound to be heard is the gentle snores from the mouths of the sleeping. And the ambient crackle from the fires within. It is night.
And so the story goes, on and on until it reaches its conclusion. A raging crescendo, swelling in time with the unsteady beat of a heart. It trips and falls like a babbling brook, bending and weaving like the roots of a great tree. Each branch reaches for its own denouement. Stretching and leaping over roadblocks and barricades. A graceful dance, that's calculated and fluid. But a great tree, built on unstable ground, cannot fly towards the sun. It is destined to crash and burn, leaving only a stump in its ash.
Those who can count the rings of the dreaded stump can bare witness to its stories. With each ring, the tree grows older and wiser. A data farm of mystery and wonders. The old stump in the middle of the forest. The one that stands on barren ground. You mustn’t make a sound if you wish to hear the whispers. They tickle at your ear, luring you in like a siren lullaby. So do not disturb the silence, breathe lightly of the air, but hold it in your lungs. Your feet cannot touch the ground, nor may your eyes see through the shadows. Do not taste the air, or smell the decomposition.
To travel with your mind, one must first give up their body. Exist beyond your senses, and push past your infantile, mortal husk. These games are not for children. Although the rules are lain before you, do not deceive them. They are subject to change at a whim, cracking and breaking under pressure. You should do well to guide them and keep them by your side at all times. For once a rule is lost, it cannot be found again. If not written in stone, then forge them in blood.
A single apple, atop a dying tree. It is plump and red and full of life. A tiny leaf for garnish and a heavenly sent for good measure. But looks can be deceiving. It is repugnant in taste, a single bite may cut a life short. So, bite the apple. End your mortal qualms, and ascend into the plane, devoid of substance. Leave behind what you know, to gain what was lost long ago. You, brave adventurer, are the chosen one. On this journey, you must walk alone. Do you dare to venture into the unknown?
#original story#story writer#anthology#anthology book#storytelling#narrator#readers POV#the elements#Fang Writes#do not repost#do not take my story
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The 1% ler in me is screaming! I'm re-watching Seven Deadly Sins and Ban-
IT'S HIS HIPS. I WANNA GRAB EM-
SLUTTY LITTLE WAISTLINE. I want to press, squeeze, poke, massage, BITE- GIMME
That little bit of protective MEAT over the hip bones jsjdisof maybe a kith 🫣 BUT MOSTLY TIGGLES-
BIG, GOOFY, STUPID HUNK OF MEAT REEEEEEEEEEEEE
#rachi roo#uh oh#ler mood#seven deadly sins#Ban the fox sin#seven deadly sins ban#ugh hes so pretty#UUUUUUGH#sfw tickles#I cant with these himbos
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Just thought I’d weigh in with something, since I know my posts as of late can come off as kinda anti-SFW, or demonizing the SFW community as a whole. I don’t want to feel like a few bad apples spoil the bunch, since I do have SFW blogs following me that are very pleasant people - and are just as fed up with the Puritanism and denial running rampant in the tk community.
If for whatever reason you do feel uncomfortable with me interacting with your blog, I just want to give my two cents:
I can assure you, I’m not getting off to your SFW art, writing, reblogs etc. I’m not automatically thinking of tickle scenes in a lewd or NSFW context. If something is very clearly suggestive, then yes, I’m going to view it in a not-so-innocent way. But when it comes down to it, I keep my lewdness to my own OCs, or fav characters that are very clearly fodder for fanservice and lewd content (ex: Ban from Seven Deadly Sins. That man makes me r a b i d )
Personally, there’s a threshold for me where thoughts of tickling start off as the typical flustered, giddy, fight-or-flight excitement. It gives me a warm-fuzzy affectionate cuddly feeling, I can physically feel serotonin/dopamine in my system when I’m tickled. And I don’t want to tickle people with the intent of making them horny; I’m a gremlin revenge-Ler that, at the end of the day, just likes to see people laugh and loosen up. If pushed past that point, then the warm-fuzzies very much become hot-and-bothered. Half of my ticklish spots are erogenous zones. And if placed in front of a hot (and extremely ticklish) bod with exposed midriff and a bratty (or subby) attitude, I ain’t lookin respectfully and I wanna hear more sounds out of them than just laughter. But I’m not going to push that onto any and every character I see.
Yes, tickling is still a kink to me, and I’m fully of the mind that the “butterflies” are still a form of arousal. It’s a form of desire for more physically affectionate and intimate attention. IMO it hits the same points of the brain as getting a really good massage, getting gratuitous head scritchies, having a good cuddle session with a lover. And much like how a kiss can escalate into a make-out session and beyond, tickling can be a build-up into something more intimate. But as someone on the ace/demi spectrum, I don’t automatically expect it to take a sexual turn.
I think some people in this community need to remember that SFW at its core does not mean “No lewd or mildly suggestive content whatsoever” or “Sex-repulsed only”. The textbook definition is simply “No graphic or nude content”. You can be SFW and still be kinky. You can like NSFW and not view everything in a kinky context. You can draw nudity and not have any feelings of sexual excitement from it.
If you’re still uncomfortable with interacting with me because I do post some NSFW content or sometimes view tickling in an erotic context, then I understand! I will always try to keep a respectful distance from blogs that are strict about no NSFW content. And you can always unfollow or block me if it’s for the sake of your own comfort. Just please don’t jump to conclusions about people who aren’t sex-repulsed.
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Askbox Only Foot Fetish
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2jb5UHM
by ABoredPerson
This is primarily only foot fetish stuff
Words: 1490, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga), Naruto, Boruto: Naruto Next Generations, Bleach (Anime & Manga), ワンパンマン | One-Punch Man, One Piece (Anime & Manga), Highschool DxD (Anime), Record of Ragnarok (Manga), Soul Eater (Anime & Manga), Parahumans Series - Wildbow, Fairy Tail, Dragon Ball, 転生したらスライムだった件 - 伏瀬 | Tensei Shitara Slime Datta Ken | That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime - Fuse, Overlord - Maruyama Kugane & Related Fandoms, 七つの大罪 - 鈴木央 | Nanatsu no Taizai | The Seven Deadly Sins - Suzuki Nakaba (Anime & Manga), Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan, Fate/stay night & Related Fandoms, 世界でいちばん強くなりたい! | Sekai de Ichiban Tsuyoku Naritai! | Wanna Be the Strongest in the World!, 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime), Black Clover - Tabata Yuki (Anime & Manga), Yu-Gi-Oh! - All Media Types, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, ダンジョンに出会いを求めるのは間違っているだろうか | DanMachi | Is It Wrong to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon? (Anime), D.Gray-man (Anime & Manga), Akame ga Kill! (Anime & Manga), Kingdom Hearts (Video Games), Ranma 1/2, DCU, Marvel, Kill la Kill (Anime & Manga), Dangan Ronpa Series, Star Wars - All Media Types, Street Fighter, Mortal Kombat (Video Games), Skullgirls (Video Game), Tekken (Video Games), Super Smash Brothers, Steven Universe (Cartoon), Danny Phantom, Star vs. The Forces Of Evil, Ben 10 Series, Xiaolin Showdown (Cartoon), Pocket Monsters | Pokemon - All Media Types, Dead or Alive (Video Games)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/F, F/M, Multi
Additional Tags: Foot Fetish, Socks, Scents & Smells, femboy, Tickle Fights, Tickling, Foot Jobs, Foot Massage, Foot licking, Mind Control, Askbox Fic
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2jb5UHM
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Hey hi hello again but perceiveable this time I've spent too long creeping through your excellent warrior nun takes to remain anon
I'll have you know I absolutely cannot afford any more distractions from my boring real life committments but here I am looking at the hitman franchise on steam did you have to recommend it in such a heartfelt manner??
And my buddy, my guy, it is imperative to assume that I am at all times talkin' like a mob boss and I am heartily tickled to see you agree and answer in kind, thats tha kinda behaviour that gets ya places.
👀 finally someone emerges from the many anons in my inbox this is so fun!! hi friend!
LISTEN I never thought I'd like Hitman either. all the other hitman games are. varying levels of extremely unfriendly to newcomers. but I tried hitman (2016) on a whim and it was so fucking fun and over time it's just evolved into one of my most played franchises.
It caught me off guard! but the game is written with so much heart and snarkiness and just,,,, god it's so fun. It's a game about healing, it's a game about reclaiming your identity, it's a game about love but most importantly it's a game about murdering a bunch of people in incredibly unhinged ways. and then when you've done it, when you've learned your lesson and killed a million people in a million ways?
you get to do it all over again and you become the master of these intricate little puzzle boxes the game sets out.
I fucking love it. I will recommend it until my dying day. If you're buying it from steam, save urself the money and buy Hitman: World of Assassination. That includes the whole trilogy and a few of the bonus levels. you can also get the seven deadly sins collections, which isn't like necessary for the World of Assassination story per se, but does offer some really fun challenges through the hitman 1 maps so it's worth picking up imo
#man that was a lot about hitman wasn't it#I have like 200 hours on the hitman games if u combine all three lmao
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Crossover askbox only!
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/bzlwQ6h
by ABoredPerson
Only crossover ask's are allowed!
Words: 333, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Naruto, Parahumans Series - Wildbow, One Piece (Anime & Manga), Bleach (Anime & Manga), Soul Eater (Anime & Manga), 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga), 転生したらスライムだった件 - 伏瀬 | Tensei Shitara Slime Datta Ken | That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime - Fuse, Highschool DxD (Anime), Pocket Monsters | Pokemon - All Media Types, Boruto: Naruto Next Generations, Fairy Tail, Fate/stay night & Related Fandoms, Fate/Grand Order, RWBY, Kill la Kill (Anime & Manga), Hunter X Hunter, ワンパンマン | One-Punch Man, Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan, Overlord - Maruyama Kugane & Related Fandoms, Black Clover - Tabata Yuki (Anime & Manga), Akame ga Kill! (Anime & Manga), D.Gray-man (Anime & Manga), Rosario + Vampire, 世界でいちばん強くなりたい! | Sekai de Ichiban Tsuyoku Naritai! | Wanna Be the Strongest in the World!, Re:ゼロから始める異世界生活 | Re:Zero Starting Life in Another World (Anime), 七つの大罪 - 鈴木央 | Nanatsu no Taizai | The Seven Deadly Sins - Suzuki Nakaba (Anime & Manga), 史上最強の弟子ケンイチ | History's Strongest Disciple Kenichi, Yu-Gi-Oh! - All Media Types, Dragon Ball, Ranma 1/2, Street Fighter, Tekken (Video Games), Dead or Alive (Video Games), DCU, Marvel, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Star Wars - All Media Types, Dangan Ronpa Series, Kingdom Hearts (Video Games), 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime), Record of Ragnarok (Manga), She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018), ダンジョンに出会いを求めるのは間違っているだろうか | DanMachi | Is It Wrong to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon? (Anime), Undertale (Video Game), Super Smash Brothers
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/F, F/M, Multi
Additional Tags: Foot Fetish, Foot Massage, Socks, Foot licking, Tickling, Tickle Fights, Wrestling, Scents & Smells, Armpit Kink, Futanari, Pegging, Dom/sub, Foot Jobs, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Muscles, Askbox Fic
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/bzlwQ6h
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Not an ask but I just wanted to say that I have loved the seven deadly sins series!!! It has been so so so good and so so so fun to read!!!
Ah! Thank you so much! It makes me tickled pink that people enjoyed it!
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I’ve been trying to think of a prompt for seven deadly sins. It’s hard though
I know! When I looked for fics about the fandom, there was only one fic and some headcanons!! I guess it’s not as popular as like haikyuu and BNHA
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