#MY BROTHER WON'T STOP CRYING

[evilvampwhore]

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[aingeal98]

Still thinking of AUs where Frisk and Chara exist in Deltarune and what that might actually entail. Like imagine you're Kris and the second human you've ever met has arrived in town and sure they're a kid and you're a teenager but screw it you need to vent because your only other experience with humans is Chara "Olympic level Hater" Dreemurr.

Kris: And they were convinced ever since I joined the family that being human made me evil! Like it took them years to let down their guard! They thought eight year old me was going to stab everyone in town and kill them. That's crazy right? What kind of older sibling hates a baby that much?

Frisk:

Kris: I mean look at you, you're around eight years old and you don't feel the urge to kill anyone right?

Frisk:

Kris: Right Frisk?

Frisk:

Kris:

Kris: Frisk that better fucking be cocaine on your sweater.

[absolutelyzoned]

one awesome fact about me is that if i dont agree with a rule i simply dont follow it. i am so stubborn and my family hates me for it ❤️❤️

[warriorprincesstramp]

my mother actively scolding me while I'm doing HER job and putting out HER fires like goddamn can you give it a rest for five minutes

[thebluebygracieabrams]

when the competition is making me cry in 10 seconds and your opponents are my parents

[idreamofneonsheep]

I need everybody to know that it only took one season plus an episode and a half for me to become completely obsessed with supernatural

Go to bed thinking abt supernatural. Have supernatural themed dreams. Wake up still thinking abt supernatural. Making bagels and thinking abt supernatural. Watching videos abt supernatural while scrolling thru supernatural posts on pinterest. Force myself to do other things except whoops! It's supernatural again. Go to fold my clothes. Immediately trying to figure out which characters I can cosplay. Open my laptop to write batman fanfic and oh no! It's fucking supernatural again!!!!

Anyway my bestie was right to tell me to start with s3 because oH BOY AM I LOST IN THE SAUCE NOW. I'VE BEEN SENT TO HELL AND I'M GOING TO PLANT A GARDEN HERE

[neon-angels-system]

I miss you

[ddejavvu]

Cant stop thinking about Logan bending Wades darling little sister (in her 20s) over the kitchen table while Waded out on a mission. That is all I can think about right now

Insatiable - Logan Howlett x Reader

send me logan requests!

contents/warnings: smut, minors dni. age gap (legal; reader is in her 20's, logan is like... 200 years old.), wilson!reader, dirty talk, slight breeding mentioned

The only reason you're able to do it in the kitchen is because Wade isn't home, and you'd managed to shut the door on his pathetically endearing little dog. Mary Puppins is probably tearing up Wade's poor excuse for a comforter right now, and Logan is tearing up- well.

You.

Your pussy.

You're bent so far over the counter that your tits are cold, your nipples stiff and sensitive against the countertop. The pressure against them hurts, or maybe it's a lack of other stimulation against them- either way, they're stinging and you wish to right yourself and tug mercilessly at them.

But Logan's weight- not the full load, or you'd be crushed - is holding you down, your hands scrabbling uselessly at the smooth counter for purchase that you'll never find as you're rocked steadily into the cabinets below.

Logan's cock is buried so deep inside of you that you're not sure he'll ever get it out again, but then he does, and then he thrusts back in and you're hit all over again with a sense of shit, I didn't know I went that deep. He's found your limit, stretched your cunt to the breaking point with his impressive length, and his facial hair tickles the side of your face as he takes your cunt from behind.

Your face smacks painfully against the cabinets over the counter and Logan reaches a hand up to cover your forehead, "Shit, be careful. Head down, honey, there you go. Wouldn't want Big Brother finding an imprint of your face in the wood."

"Whaddya think he'd say?" Logan's suddenly snickering, a gruff delight to his voice as he rams his cock inside you once more, thrusting at a steady, merciless pace, "Shit, if he knew my old ass had his sweet little sister pinned up against the counter..."

Wade would kill him. Or try valiantly to, as it's been established before by Wade's best efforts that Logan is one difficult motherfucker to kill. But you don't fancy a bloodbath even if the vessel will survive, so you tuck yourself tight to the counter so that you won't have to explain to Wade why the cupboard door is off its hinges.

Leaning forwards more only pushes your ass out further, and Logan groans, dick twitching, as he's able to thrust more viciously beneath the curve of your ass. He's humping you like a dog, a depraved pace set as he chases an impending orgasm.

"Taking you in your brother's house- aagh, shit," Logan grunts, nose nudging against the back of your neck as he inhales your sweat, "God he's gonna drop his swords on this fucking counter as soon as he walks through the door, not- not even gonna know your tits were smashed up against it. He's gonna get coke from that cabinet in an hour," Logan's voice is strained, moreso the faster he pumps his hips, and all you can do is cry out as he ravages your cunt, "He's never gonna know I made his sister cream up against it. Never gonna know I fucked my fuckin' babies into you here, aah- agh-I-!"

Logan bites, hard against your shoulder, catching some of your neck in the process and introducing yet another blindingly painful sensation that turns into sick, twisted pleasure between your legs. Your cunt is spent, barely capable of another orgasm after you'd already had two fucked out of you before, but it gives you its best shot as Logan's thick, warm cum gushes into you, immediately too much for your poor pussy to handle as it drips down your thighs instead.

Logan relinquishes your shoulder with a low groan, his breath coming hot and heavy as he pants, "You alright?"

"Yeah," You whimper, legs shaking as Logan holds you steady, "I- I don't think I can stand anymore."

"That's okay." Logan hums, gentler now that he's fucked himself calm. He peels you off of the counter, supporting your body weight as he half-walks, half-drags you down the hallway towards his bedroom, "Next round's on my bed, sweetheart. You won't need to move a muscle."

[harrysfolklore]

russell!reader after that race????

i know how much you love the future wife babies, enjoy!

You watch both screens with your heart in your throat - George leading with three laps to go, and Lando... Lando who just made a desperate move into turn 1, misjudging the gap and taking himself and out of the race.

"I know, It's my fault," Lando's voice is tight with frustration. "I'm sorry. I messed up."

Your stomach drops as you watch him coast to a stop, the cameras showing him slumped in the car before climbing out.

Two screens, two completely different emotions. Your brother about to win his first race of the year, your boyfriend's race ending in the barriers because of his own mistake.

When George crosses the finish line, the garage erupts. You're hugging everyone, crying happy tears, your heart torn between pure joy for your brother and aching concern for Lando.

You find George first, throwing yourself into his arms as he lifts you off the ground.

"We did it sis," he whispers, voice thick with emotion.

"You did it," you correct, squeezing him tight. "I'm so proud of you."

He sets you down, studying your face. "Go find him."

"But the celebrations—"

"Will still be here," George says softly. "He needs you more right now."

You find Lando in his driver room, still in his race suit, head in his hands.

"Baby," you say quietly.

"Don't," his voice is rough. "I don't deserve comfort right now. I messed up. I got impatient and I messed up."

You step closer anyway. "Everyone makes mistakes."

"Not like that," he looks up, eyes red. "I almost take Oscar too. All because I couldn't wait one more corner for a better opportunity."

"Lando..."

"You should be celebrating with George," he says. "Not dealing with my stupid mistakes."

"Hey," you kneel in front of him. "Look at me."

He reluctantly meets your eyes.

"Yes, you made a mistake. Yes, it was your fault. But beating yourself up won't change that."

"I just..." his voice cracks. "I wanted to be up there with George. I wanted to fight for the win with you here. Instead I..." he gestures helplessly, "I drove like a rookie."

"You drove like someone who wants to win," you say gently. "Sometimes that makes us push too hard."

"Oscar's going to hate me."

"Oscar's your friend. He'll understand."

"Will he?" Lando asks quietly. "Because I don't even understand what I was thinking."

"You were thinking about winning," you take his hands in yours. "Which isn't wrong. The execution was just..."

"Terrible? Stupid? Reckless?"

"Human," you finish. "You made a human mistake."

He slumps forward until his forehead rests against yours. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize to me," you run your fingers through his hair.

He studies your face. "You should go celebrate with George."

"Lando," you cup his face in your hands. "I'm allowed to be happy for my brother and sad for my future husband at the same time."

Despite everything, his lips twitch. "Future husband?"

"Well, you keep saying it," you shrug. "Guess it's growing on me."

He pulls you closer. "Like papaya orange?"

"Never that much," you say, relieved to see him smile slightly. "But... maybe we could paint one small wall in the future house."

His whole face lights up. "Really?"

"A very small wall," you emphasize. "Like, closet-sized."

"I'll take it," he declares, then sobers. "Thank you. For being here."

"Always," you kiss him softly. "That's what future wives are for."

"Still not my wife," he reminds you, mimicking your usual response.

"Yet," you say, making him smile properly.

A knock at the door interrupts you. It's George, still in his race suit, champagne in his hair.

"Alright mate?" he asks Lando carefully.

Lando straightens. "Yeah. Congratulations, you drove brilliantly."

"Thanks," George says, then, "Listen, we're having a small celebration later. Nothing big, just family. You should come."

"Oh, I don't want to intrude—"

"You're family too, you muppet," George cuts in. "Future brother-in-law, remember?"

Lando looks at you uncertainly. You squeeze his hand.

"Okay," he says finally. "Yeah, okay."

"Good," George grins. "Fair warning though - mum's going to try to feed you until you burst."

"I can handle that," Lando says, looking more like himself.

"Can you handle dad showing everyone baby pictures of YN again?"

"Absolutely," Lando perks up. "Those are my favorite."

"Traitor," you mutter, but you're smiling.

Later, watching Lando laugh with your family as your dad does indeed break out the baby photos, you think about how sometimes the best comfort isn't choosing sides, but creating a space where everyone belongs.

Even if that space might eventually include one very small papaya orange wall.

[monochromed-elf]

Random astro notes 1

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Take what resonates! I'm no professional astrologer.

These observations are made from my experiences.

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✮⋆｡ 6h Jupiter and easily gaining weight. especially if you're also Jupitarian.

✮⋆｡ 6h Jupiter also makes you suck at managing your time and tasks (Overly optimistic about it).

✮⋆｡ Again, my experience with 6h Jupiter and being called big animals.

✮⋆｡ Cancer Mercury and what is that handwriting of yours omg I'm sorry you're getting complaints about it😭 I can understand a doctor's paracetamol but not your hello.

✮⋆｡ Cancer/4h Lilith, your mother is most likely to hate on your friend with a Cancer stellium/prominent Cancer placements for no reason whatsoever. Especially if the friend is healing your mommy issues. Your mother will automatically think they're brainwashing you.

✮⋆｡ 4h Lilith also means you always try to save your mother. Don't do it. Stop that. Because she won't appreciate your attempts and will side with what hurts her! Learn that she's not your responsibility.

✮⋆｡ I feel like Gemini Mars will certainly space out during anything sexual, literally getting railed while thinking of taxes or whatever is going on. It's definitely the ADHD lol.

✮⋆｡ Gemini Venus please stop accidentally flirting with us, oh and the mixed signals.

✮⋆｡ Heavy water placements but with an Aries Moon can give off the vibes of the therapist friend with heavy random outbursts when they're tired of therapitizing everyone. Especially if Moon conjuncts Uranus.

✮⋆｡ All of the Capricorn Moons I know have heavy sociopathic traits.

✮⋆｡ Meanwhile Aquarius Moons can't stop blaming body chemicals for their emotions (dopamine and all of that).

✮⋆｡ "Choose the person who has your Moon sign as their Venus sign" is actually true. But it won't last long (maximum 2 years) and you both will become strangers. (unless you both meet daily or live together).

✮⋆｡ Mars conjunct Saturn will make you like BDSM a lot.

✮⋆｡ 4h Chiron, please do not create a family UNLESS you are healed. You'll traumatize all of your kids but fucking be an angel parent to other families. Similar with 5h Chiron but it's mostly with kids.

✮⋆｡ 4h/5h Chiron could be an indicator of being a narcissistic parent too. I'm indeed traumatized.

✮⋆｡ Always remember that Neptune=Delulu. Be careful where it is, it's both a blessing and a curse.

✮⋆｡ A close person's Venus in your 12h and omg they fucking appear in your dreams.

✮⋆｡ 9h Saturn are one of the most closed minded people I've ever met. They are seriously unable to see other perspectives.

✮⋆｡ The Sun House shows you how you treat your own dad. 11h sun: your friend, 10h: your boss, 4h: an actual parent Imao. It also can show why your dad loves or hates you because of such status: "I'm your dad stop treating me like a: (11h) friend/(3h) older brother/(5h) kid".

✮⋆｡ Fire IC/4h ruled by a fire sign is really a strong indicator of a bad family.

✮⋆｡ 3h Saturn natives bond by talking shit about their siblings.

✮⋆｡ 3h Saturn also might indicate having a loud voice (especially with prominent air signs placements).

✮⋆｡ 3h Uranus and yes 90% chance your siblings were unexpected, or you may have an unexpected story of a sibling (like you had a sibling that died before you or smth wild).

✮⋆｡ I find that Lilith/Chiron placements are so...damn, similar. Except that Lilith is horny and Chiron is actually serious about the problem lol. An example: 9h Lilith might fetishize their religious trauma/an experience with a foreigner. While 9h Chiron will be disgusted and crying and trying to fix fix fix. Lilith needs to be embraced as it is, Chiron actually needs the fucking healing instead.

✮⋆｡ One vs one opposite Nodes will either fix or ruin your life. For example you're an Aries North Node. A Libra North Node will be quite the teacher for you.

✮⋆｡ 5h/7h stelliums have the juiciest stories about their love life. But 7h is more likely to give you great advice about love lol.

✮⋆｡ Pluto conjunct Ascendant is very likely to look young compared to their age (my bestie being called a high schooler while she's in college damn).

✮⋆｡ Give a 3h Neptune alcohol and watch them become a professional poet and creatively high (Like those old Chinese/Arabic/Persian poets lol).

✮⋆｡ Neptune conjunct Ascendant, always seen as lazy and sleeps a lot.

✮⋆｡ Cancer/Pisces Mars can be actually super violent and not the usual passive aggressive shit. Especially in men.

✮⋆｡ (Vedic!) We always hate the type of men/women with our DK planet energy somehow (But we end up being really good with them). Mercury DK hates young and childlike people. Venus DK hating overly romantic and artistic people. It's life's way of saying SIKE—

✮⋆｡ Having the South Node in a sign and someone having a stellium/prominent placements of such sign (like, you being Leo South Node and you meet someone with Leo Stellium). Please run away from them. Early meetings and encounters with them feel like heaven but will slowly ruin you.

✮⋆｡ The same goes with your Rising Sign. If someone's stellium/prominent placements is in the same sign as your rising. The stellium person will be better than you at the things the sign values and your rising will become bitter. It'll be ugly. Go for people with your descendant's energy.

Thank you for reading💜

@monochromed-elf

[faux-big-bro]

Shut the fuck up, kid, oh my god, stop crying. "You're my brother, you shouldn't-" I know I shouldn't be doing this, dummy, and I know you think you don't want it, that's what makes it rape. That's what's making my cock so hard as I'm forcing it in that tight little cunt of yours.

I mean, you really are tight, aren't you? I'd heard you talk about it to your friends on the phone- don't fucking lie, kid, you left your door open so your big brother would hear you talking about your chubby little cunt, and I saw those pictures you posted online.

Hell, you didn't even realize I was one of the people you sent the uncensored ones to, did you? Yeah, so this isn't the first time I've seen your cunt bare, kid. Such a whore for random dudes online, what the fuck, right? That's not how I raised you. But that also means I saw your fucked up fantasies.

Hell, I contributed to a few of them.

Trust me, young lady. This won't be the first time you've cum for me. You just thought you were pretending that it was your big brother. Nah. It was real. So is this even really raping you?

Haha, nah, I'm kidding.

It's clearly rape, but it's like... Not entirely. Like maybe I'm raping your cunt. But I already fucked your brain, didn't I? Fucked it deep and got you to cum hard for me, several times.

You know I can feel your little cunt clench on my cock, right? God, you're a fucked up little girl, sis.

But I bet I can still rape you worse.

[telephoniii]

HE'S LIKE A BROTHER TO ME!

☆彡 in which they get brotherzoned

first years x reader (platonic ortho)

word count: 250 per character

tags: reader is the prefect, possible ooc, all their egos get bruised

a/n: i wish ortho was in the photo with the first years! i get why they put him with the third years but it would've been nice to just see him w/ the first years. he's rarely included with them in official art. breaks my heart fr. anyways, i hope you enjoy :>

ace trappola

Definitely a blow to his confidence. He'll laugh it off but don't let this man fool you. He's going to be thinking about this for weeks. This is his shameful secret that he'd never tell anyone, but he's going online and looking up "Ways to woo your crush" or "How to escape the friend zone". Except he's not in the friendzone. He's in the brotherzone which is arguably so much worse. But Ace Trappola is not a quitter. This man didn't back down when his housewarden was acting like a tyrant. What makes you think he'd back down after this... small bump in the road. He'll turn up the charm, pivoting his teasing from making fun of you to more flirtatious jabs. You'll notice him doing more acts of service for you too. You're sleeping in on the weekend? He's heading over to Ramshackle and making you breakfast. Feeling stressed? He just watched a 2 minute How To Give A Massage video on the internet, sit down he's got you. You need something from Sam's shop? He was just heading over, he could grab it for you. Better yet, why don't you guys go together? He'll try to take over boyfriend-like duties by holding your bags or paying for you when you guys hang out. Call him out for doing these things and he'll call you crazy. Male gaslighter right here. "What? I'm not being nicer than usual. This is my usual. Why are you reading into it so much? You wanna date me or something?" Never call him a brother again though. Please. He recovered once but he doesn't think he'll be as graceful the second time around.

deuce spade

His mood is ruined. He's crying on the inside. Now he's going to go home and rethink every interaction you've had. It is kinda brotherly how he lends you his stuff, always asking if you need anything. UGH. Stupid! Why did he think that was romantic?! Poor Deuce is going to berate himself. A lot. He doesn't know how to flirt. Romance was never something he was super interested in until now. But damn it, he's going to try because he really likes you. He'll start slipping in more compliments. They're awkward and unnatural at first, to the point you almost think he's being sarcastic. But he's not, he's just nervous. With time, he'll stop being so awkward with it and his compliments will actually get pretty smooth. Deuce is always genuine with his praise; how could he not be? There's so many great things about you, he doesn't think he could ever run out of ideas. "I don't know if I've said this before, but your smile is really cute. It's so contagious, just seeing it makes me happier." "You always smell so good. Whatever you use makes my head spin a bit." The other first years notice this and poke fun at him. Especially Ace. He'll try to deny it, a bit embarrassed that they noticed. But if they noticed, then does that mean you've noticed his efforts too? Deuce really hopes so. Compliment him back and his heart will actually starting beating out of his chest. His face will go red as he thanks you, a giddy smile on his lips.

jack howl

He's prideful that you consider him that close to you... but obviously he was hoping to be something entirely different. Jack couldn't grasp how you could view him like a brother, but he supposes he's biased considering the fact that he likes you. It won't bother him too much, but he's definitely going to up his game and try to show off in front of you. Jack will invite you out more to watch his Spelldrive games or workouts. It's then that he goes full on try-hard mode. If he looks over and sees you watching him— which is basically all the time— he gets fired up. Don't point out the way his tail starts wagging. He'll die of embarrassment and start actively stopping it from moving. You'll catch wind of what he's trying to do with Ruggie or Epel encouraging you to keep coming. "Jack's on his A-game when you're around. Wonder why, huh? Shi shi shi~! Doesn't matter to me. As long as we keep winning." During his breaks, he'll talk about how tense his muscles are and subtly asks if you want to feel them. When you do, he's fighting to conceal the wild blush threatening to appear on his cheeks. Your hands against his skin actually makes him go dizzy. Jack will stutter like crazy and then apologize for stuttering so much. Very cute sight to see. And with the way you're smiling at him, he's starting to think that his silly little tactics are working.

epel felmier

"Brother?! What about me screams, brotherly!?" Possibly one of the worst moments of his life. He's offended and isn't afraid to say it in his southern accent. Epel finds it emasculating that you see him that way and gets a little pissy about it. Was it really that hard to try and view him in a romantic light? This guy is mumbling under his breath for the rest of the day, getting snappy if someone calls him out. Yeah, Vil is reprimanding him for it. "Your poor behavior reflects bad on Pomfiore as a whole. Instead of whining, you should use this as an opportunity to better yourself in order to win their affections." Epel hates the fact that Vil is right. But he's man enough to admit it. So he takes the advice in stride and works to be more boyfriend-material towards you. He'll get bolder with his touches, offering to hold your hand when you walk together, brushing your hair back when he sees it fall in front of your face, whispering sweet words into your ear, etc. He gets his charm from Vil. I mean, if he has a world-class actor that thousands of people fall for at his disposal, of course he's going to ask him for advice! It's embarrassing, sure, but he really does like you. And he'll do it for you. His touch is featherlight, allowing you to pull away if you wanted to. But it's enough to get his point across. If you don't pull away and maybe even reciprocate his advances, Epel will be over the moon. He might even be spurred on to take another, bolder step by kissing your hand. "How's that for brotherly?" He'll tease when he spots a faint blush on your face.

ortho shroud (platonic)

A complete 180° from Epel— this might just be the best moment of his life. He already has a brother and knows how tight-knit a bond like that is. The fact that you consider him to be that close to you has him spinning in the air doing happy little circles. Family is something Ortho has always held near and dear to his heart, and now that you've called him a brother you are basically an unofficial Shroud now! He'll make Idia spend more time with you, wanting you to see him as a brother too! He's not going to stop talking about you to everyone. His parents, his brother, the other first years. Your friendship makes him feel more human and further solidifies his place in NRC. Sure, he's still going to school mainly to accompany Idia, but now he's also attending to see you! Just like how he's protective of Idia, he'll get protective of you too. This boy's got a mischievous side. He'd stand up for you before he if saw you getting picked on for being magicless. But now? Oh, he's going to make those bullies regret it so much more. They're getting their internet search history displayed on a projector during a presentation. He doesn't mind getting in a little trouble if it's for you. The bond that the two of you have really means the world to him. Ortho knows he's more than just bolts and wires, but being around you reassures him of the fact that he's worth more than his mind might tell him.

sebek zigvolt

HIM? A BROTHER TO YOU!? How dare you think the two of you have such a bond, human! Silver hardly counts as a brother! And you expect him to view you in such a close light!? Disgraceful!... He's totally not butt-hurt because you think of him in a way that was the complete opposite of what he wanted. Sebek goes into denial about his feelings for you after this. Funnily enough, his denial makes it all the more obvious to the people around him that he likes you. Mainly because he won't shut up about you. Lilia's gonna hear about you, the first years are gonna hear about you, Silver's gonna hear about you, Sebek might even mention you to his liege! "Stupid human, thinking they're anything more than a nuisance. Ridiculous! Can you even believe their audacity, Silver!?" "... I don't know. They seem to be on your mind a lot." He'll be a bit insufferable around you— constantly yelling about how the two of you could never have a familial bond, or sevens forbid anything more when you literally just asked what he had for breakfast. It's his automatic nervous reaction, please forgive this man. Lilia's going to have to talk him through the emotions, basically saying, Hey! I think this is copium! Then followed by Sebek learning how to process his emotions better. This guys going to take a while, especially with the set back, but he'll come back stronger with renewed motivation and possibly a rose in his hand.

[buckyalpine]

Warnings: 18+ dub con, smut, Dark Bucky, breeding kinks. I want some Dark twin Bucky. Jealous twin Bucky. Manipulative, sexy, mob boss twisted Bucky. His brother James is everything good, everything wholesome, everything perfect. James had everything in life, the nicest house, a respectable job, the sweetest wife. Oh, how sweet his wife was.

Bucky couldn’t care less for the perfect reputation his brother had nor did he care for the money, he had so much more. More power. More control. The only thing his brother had that he wanted for himself was you. His brother didn't value or care for you for what you were worth, always working, focused on business, leaving you in the large house all by yourself. Bucky would have never. Not if he had you.

Loving, gentle, soft as silk.

Pure, untainted, everything he wasn't.

He had to have you.

"Babydoll"

You smiled hearing your husband enter your shared bedroom as you got out of the shower, wrapping a fluffy towel around yourself before going to greet him. He sat at the edge of the bed with a knowing smirk, shamelessly eyeing you up and down like he always did, your cheeks heating up under his watchful stare. You loved how much he adored you. He strode over, humming at the scent of your body wash, his nose trailing up the column of your neck, pressing soft kisses to your skin, his hands wandering to the edge of your towel.

"Miss me, baby?" He pulled it off, letting it pool to the floor leaving you bare before him, picking you up and laying on on the mattress, you were so perfect, pliant, he could already smell your arousal, your nipples pebbled against the cold air begging for his warm mouth.

"moy kotenok" He purred, nipping at your earlobe, your brows knitting in confusion, he never spoke Russian to you, only his brother-

“James?” You squeak, your heart starting to beat rapidly, blood running cold. This wasn’t your husband. You tried to scramble away, cover yourself but he grabbed your wrists in his hand, pinning them above your head. You then noticed the dark ink that peekd beneath his shirt, his telltale silver chain slipping out and dangling above your face. Your husband only wore his wedding ring, you tried so hard, unable to move his heavy body off you.

"Bucky-Bucky get off, what are you doing-

"Taking what should be mine, kotenok, showing you what being loved by a real man is like" He crawled off you, thighs spread wide kneeling in front of you. "He doesn't know what you deserve printsessa"

He shoved your legs apart, holding them from squirming, your twitching pearl amusing him. "S'been long, hasn't it, you say you don't want me but that swollen button says otherwise, what if I-"

He spits onto your clit making you cry out, a rough calloused thumb coming down to flick it to his hearts content. Your body jolted at the sensation, it was wrong, so wrong, God it had been so fucking long...

No.

"Bucky st-stop" You hiccupped as he moved faster, he could see your slick dampening the sheets, his idiot brother didn't know what he was missing.

"Why would I do that, hm? Look at how your body responds to me, you want this. Gonna get you so pregnant, bunny” Bucky smirked, giving his thick bulge a squeeze, making a show of shamelessly palming his erection. “Y’wouldnt even know who the daddy is”

He doesn't waste a second pulling his cock out, grinning at the way your cunt welcomes him home despite your futile protests. You scratch at him between moans of pleasure, your legs wrapping around his tapered waist. He pounds into you with purpose, he wants his child in your belly, he couldn't wait to see his brother dote on you not knowing any better.

He got harder thinking about your breasts leaking with milk as you got bigger, milk to feed his baby, milk to feed him. He'd find a way.

"Gonna put my child in you printsessa, give you my baby, show you where a man puts his cum, you'll take it won't you bunny, such a good housewife"

"No-No you-you can't oh God!" Your body shudders as pleasure and guilt washes over you, clinging onto him for dear life as he fucks you through your orgasm.

"That's right, cum for me, he can't make you cum like I can, don't think I haven't heard you with him, look at you, just a slutty little mess, you smell of sex kitten"

He intends on making the biggest mess in your pussy, needing it to drip onto the sheets you sleep in. You'd stay wrapped up in his essence while it leaked out of you, his sperm exactly where it needed to be, right in your belly-

"Get ready kitten, get ready to take it, fuck-squeezing me so good, tell me you want it, I know you do, m'gonna cum so hard for you princess, just for you, all this-fuck-do you feel it, s'all for you, SHIITTT" He roared, pumping you with the stutter of his hips, the headboard slamming against the wall as he emptied himself, shamelessly moaning into your neck.

The next 9 months would be interesting.

[undertalethingems]

How do you think Sans reacts to Papyrus’s death during the runs?

If you mean in the base game, uh... we kinda already know? If Papyrus is killed, Sans doesn't show up again until the final corridor, where he'll ask "if you have some sort of special power, isn't it your responsibility to do the right thing?"

If you answer yes (that you do have that responsibility), then he responds, without eyelights or sound font, "Then why'd you kill my brother?"

And if you answer no (you aren't responsible), you get "well, that's your viewpoint. i won't judge you for it.... You dirty brother killer."

There's also the line of description you get if you go on to have a concert with Shyren after killing Papyrus: "A hooded figure watches the commotion from afar." It replaces the line that mentions Sans selling toilet paper tickets to your concert, and of course, of all the characters with hoods in the game, he's the one who would be most concerned with tracking your actions after killing Papyrus. So, it makes the most sense to infer that this hooded figure is Sans.

So his reactions, to me at least, suggest that not only is he heartbroken, he's furious with you. But Sans isn't one for direct confrontations and shouting like Undyne is, so he watches, and I think he still tries to understand why you'd do something so horrible. But that doesn't stop him from being angry because there's no excuse for killing his brother, but sparing other monsters, that he can fathom.

I'm personally not a fan of depictions of Sans sobbing over Papyrus' dusty scarf--he just doesn't strike me as a guy whose first reaction is to cry. For my understanding of him, it makes more sense for him to go numb, initially, then save his anger for his parting shot in the last corridor. No matter what you answer, Sans gets the last word in, and it's always to remind you that you did not have to kill his brother.

So uh, yeah. that's what I think.

[dark-konohagakure2]

Helloooo! This is my first time requesting something like this so im super nervous .. but do you think you could write something along the lines of madara niece getting married of to him and them consummating (getting freaky deaky) the wedding? Its okay if not, i love your work! ^_^

tw: incest, uncle/niece, noncon, forced marriage, age difference, misogyny, breeding, size difference, cumflation

All characters depicted are 18+

Madara doesn't care about romance in the slightest, much less marriage. He can appreciate taking a woman's body as a spoil of war, but other than that he couldn't care less about such tedious distractions such as women. But as little thought as he puts into the matter, the fact remains that Madara will need an heir soon as head of the Uchiha Clan, and there is only one suitable candidate for birthing his sons.

Madara isn't incredibly close with his niece, he doesn't hate her, but he isn't exactly a doting uncle either. Most of his memories of his niece are of her as a small and meek thing, hiding behind her father Izuna's leg and clinging to her mother's skirt, but now that she's grown older, she has become an attractive young woman, the spitting image of her late father, his precious younger brother, so Madara decides to kill two birds with one stone.

Forcing her hand in marriage is almost top easy, the girl's mother has been in disarray since her husband's death, so the woman sees her only daughter getting married as a good thing for the clan. Even if Madara is the girl's uncle, he is without a doubt the most suitable male for her out of every man in the Uchiha clan, or at least that's the point he'll hammer in.

His niece isn't terribly happy when she receives the news that she'll be getting married, what's worse is that she gets this shocking news at the very last minute, as Madara doesn't even think to tell her about their unconventional 'engagement' until the very day right before their so-called wedding, and he definitely won't be sympathetic to her hysterical woman tears.

"Enough or your shrieking, girl. I've already made my decision and it is final. If you can't even do something as simple as rearing a few children for our clan, then you don't deserve to be called an Uchiha."

The wedding isn't exactly a large one, it'd just the two of them, not even the mother is allowed to attend her own daughter's 'wedding', Madara doesn't need two crying women ruining his special day. The wedding kimono suits his adorably homely niece rather well, but Madara thinks it would suit her much better on his bed, so suffice to say that the marriage ceremony will be rather quick.

Once it's finally done, Madara will practically drag her to his chambers, his cock unbearably hard beneath his wedding robe, he never thought he'd ever be so excited about sinking his cock into a wet cunt, but his niece's tight little Uchiha pussy is just too much of a tempting forbidden fruit for him to resist sinking his teeth into. While his main goal is reproduction, Madara will also be after his own pleasure during this act of consummation.

Madara's cock is long and thick, stretching her virgin walls before he then gets it halfway inside, and when he finally rams his thick meat into her, his leaking tip will immediately and mercilessly bash into her cervix like a battering ram, it would be next to impossible for her to get thoroughly knocked up due to how deeply Madara is penetrating her fertile cunt.

Madara doesn't take any half measures, he wants her swollen with his seed, with his offspring, and he's not going to achieve that by just one measly orgasm inside of her, he's going to cum inside of her as much as possible, fucking his superior seed into her until her flat tummy becomes bloated with the sheer amount of cum that Madara has dumped into her, and even then he's not going to stop enjoying his niece-wife for quite some time.

"Stupid girl, don't pass out on me just yet, weakling. It's only been four rounds and you're already whining and leaking? Pathetic. How did I get burdened with such a weak niece..?"

Madara's opinion on sex won't change too much even after having his way with his new 'wife', but now he's able reach a conclusion; he doesn't have any need for other women and their holes now, since his niece is the only set of holes Madara can imagine himself using for the foreseeable future.

[sturniqlo]

Motherly Instincts- M.S

summary: mom!y/n has trouble putting the baby back to sleep, dad!matt sees that's she's getting overwhelmed and near the edge of breaking down. BLURB

cw: slight cursing, ANGST; crying, being overwhelmed, postpartum depression, FLUFF; soft kisses, reassurance, comforting

an: i tried my best to not use a name for the baby but i kept getting confused when i used the baby and y/n in a sentence so i chose a random name | lowercase intended | a continuation(?) to spilled water

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"got the baby back to sleep?" matt asked and opened his arms back up for y/n to crawl into him. "mhm." she hums, and snugs herself into his arms. he wraps his arm around her shoulder and she leans her head on his chest. y/n's eyes keep going back and forth between the movie playing on the television in front of them and the baby monitor that sits on the coffee table.

"hey, she's okay, i promise you. i'm sure she's fast asleep by now." he whispers and places a kiss on her forehead. "i know, but what if her swaddles comes undone. or what if it's too tight?" she bites the inside of her cheek, worrying.

matt frowns slightly, for the past couple of weeks, y/n hasn't really been herself. she's more quiet, she gets irritated quickly, she only interacts with the baby when it's necessary "i just- she's so fragile, you know?" is her excuse.

in reality, everything is right. y/n has been trying so hard to create a bond with her baby girl. she's tried so hard but, there's something inside of her- almost like a voice- telling her that she isn't fit to be a mother, that her baby doesn't like her. she sees how matt and his brothers have a bond with her own baby, who she grew for nine months. it gets to her.

y/n always has to excuse herself and cry in the bathroom when she sees her baby crack a smile with someone who isn't her, or when mia isn't fussy when someone is carrying her. there has been multiple occasions where mia doesn't let y/n carry her and she squirms in her arms but, when she's given to matt, she isn't fussy anymore. it breaks y/n's heart.

2:36am

the clock on y/ns nightstand reads. the speakers of the baby monitor begin to fill the room with the wails of baby mia. she mutes the monitor so matt won't wake up. swinging her legs over the bed, she puts her slippers on and walks to the door to leave the room. entering the nursery, the cries only get louder. she goes to the crib and sees that her pacifier had fallen next to her small head.

"hi, baby. mommy's here." she whispers, she carefully picks her up in her arms and grabs the pacifier and tries to put it back in her mouth. mia takes it and y/n sighs in relief. she cradles her for a couple more seconds until she sees the babys face churn in discomfort, the pacifier coming out of her mouth and hitting the floor, cries fill the room again.

"oh no, let's get this cleaned up." she tries to stay calm and squats down to pick up the pacifier. before she heads down she places mia down on the changing table and undos the swaddle. "do you need a diaper change, is that it?" her shaky hands unclip the onesie and starts to take off the diaper.

cleaning her up and changing her into a new diaper, her cries don't stop. y/n feels a lump start to form in her throat and she blinks her tears away. "are you hungry, baby? let's get you a bottle." she puts her back in her arms and grabs the pacifier so she can clean it while she's downstairs.

y/n runs one of her frozen breast milk pouches under warm water and proceeds to pour it into a bottle once it's warm and melted, however with a crying baby in her left arm, and a shaky right hand, the bottle falls on its side and the pouch of milk slips from her grip. "shit." she curses and a tear slips down her face. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry." she tells the crying baby in her arm. grabbing a different frozen pouch she manages to pour all of it into the small bottle.

putting the nipple of the bottle into the babys mouth, she refuses and her cries get louder. y/n tries not more time and mia takes it for a couple of seconds and repeats what she previously did with the pacifier. y/n places the bottle down next to the spilled milk and cleans the pacifier before heading back up into the nursery.

she moves side to side patting the baby lightly on the bottom, trying to soothe her to sleep. "i- i don't know what you want." she whispers, looking down at the baby's blue eyes that resembles matt's so much. however, these pair of eyes are sad and leaking tears.

in their shared room, matt flips over and tries to put an arm around y/n. he feels the spot empty and cold, waking up and sitting up he begins to come conscious of his surroundings and hears the cries of his baby. his bare feet meet the cold wooden floor and he heads out the room into the nursery where he sees y/n wiping tears from her eyes and hears the wails of the baby.

"babe, what's going on?" his raspy voice says. y/n looks up and sees matt standing there. "she's- i don't- she won't stop crying, i don't know what she wants. i've- i've tried everything, she won't stop, matt." his heart aches at her quivering voice. "it's okay, let me have her." matt walks closer to his two girls and y/n hands mia to him.

once the baby is in matt's arms, her cries stop. this makes y/n's eyes well up even more. "hey, why don't you go to our room, i'll be there in a sec, okay?" he grabs her jaw and kisses her forehead. "o- okay." she nods. as bad as it sounds, matt wished that she hadn't stopped crying right away in his arms. he saw the way y/n's eyes welled up again. he wished it would've taken him some time to get the baby to calm down.

y/n remembers of the mess downstairs and heads down to the kitchen. wiping both the milk and her tears, she hears matt coming down the stairs and she turns around. "hey, is she- is she asleep?" she says, trying her best to smile. "yeah, here, i'll clean this up." matt grabs the napkins from her and he cleans it up. "is it okay if i go back up?" y/n asks.

"of course, i'll be right up." matt turns around and nods at her. matt waits a couple of minutes before going back upstairs so y/n can have a moment to herself.

"you okay?" matt says as he closes the third bedroom door. y/n places the baby monitor back down on her nightstand after unmuting it and turns around to matt's voice. "am i a good mom?" she blurts out and sits on the edge of the bed. "what? of course you are. you're the best. why do you ask?" he goes to sit next to her. "i feel like i'm not. i mean, mia doesn't even like me. she doesn't let me hold her whenever i just want to. i cant even put her to sleep when she wakes up. i- you put her straight to sleep by just carrying her, i can't do that." she cries into matt.

"y/n, baby, you're the best mom ever." matt says and she shakes her head. "matt, you're not listening to me, i can't- i'm- i'm not good enough. i don't have motherly instincts. i'm- i'm the worst."

matt shakes his head and gently grabs her face in his hands. "baby, believe me when i say this. you are the best mommy for mia. did you change her diaper just now?" he asks and she nods. "did you make her a bottle?" she nods. "did you give her, her pacifier?" she nods again. "did you go to her when you heard her crying?" she nods. "see, you do have motherly instincts, my love. nobody told you what to do, you just did it." he smiles at her. "please, believe me, babe."

"and, it's okay if we can't figure it out right away. we're first time parents, of course it's going to be hard. we're learning." her cries have now turned into sniffles. matt wipes away the last of her tears and kisses her nose, making her giggle lightly.

"feelin' better?" matt murmurs against her hair. they had moved from sitting on the edge of the bed to matt cuddling her, kissing her hair from time to time. "much better. thank you, babe. i- i think i have postpartum depression." she whispers the last part. "oh." he says. "i want to get help, i don't want to feel like this anymore. i want to enjoy these moment with her. she's not going to be this little for so long." she looks up at him.

"you get all the help you need. i'll be with you every step of the way, alright? me and mia will be right next to you." she smiles at his words and he presses a soft kiss to his lips. "thank you." there's a beat of silence until matt speaks. "please don't ever say that she won't be this little for so long. one moment she needs us to change her diaper and next thing you know, i'm walking her down the aisle." y/n gasps. "okay, let's not go that far. she's not even two months old yet."

"you're right."