#SOMEONE STOP ME

[ubtendo]

Must

resist

to make make more fankids

for the AU

[seagreenlaurin]

Happy birthday Xie Lian 🌸

[arbutus-blossoms]

" Let's go Sweetheart "

[sockboioioing]

I CANT FUCKING STOP DRAWING DE FANART

[kiichikonoes]

[hencheri]

thinking about brother!sunghoon fucking me doggy style while recording

▸ 18+ mdni. | warnings. incest (or stepcest if it makes you feel better), consensual filming.

don't like it, don't read it. warnings are all identified.

your muffled whines and the sound of skin slapping against skin fill up the room, otherwise dark and quiet, sunghoon's phone casting light over your arched back. his eyes lift up from where your two bodies meet every now and then to take a glance at the closed door of your bedroom, making sure it remains shut, no noises coming from behind it.

the hand that doesn't have his phone in it holds your hip, your ass colliding with the front of his thighs, the flesh bouncing at every thrust. mouth agape, he stares at the way his cock enters you then slides out, his length glistening in your wetness. your pussy gushes around him and he's amazed at how tight and warm you feel.

he angles his phone the right way so it captures the lewd sight of him fucking you, the flashlight making his cock shine in your arousal, your pussy swallowing him whole. the squelching noises are nothing but disgusting, the clear proof you're enjoying it as much as he does.

you know you have to be quiet, but you can't help but moan softly, your hands clenching around your bed sheets, face buried in your pillows and the few plushies still on top of your bed. sunghoon finds you too cute, too pretty... too slutty. it's bad, he knows, but he really can't bring himself to care when your cunt sucks him in so well and drools all over him.

why should he hold himself from claiming what's rightfully his? especially when you deliberately leave your door ajar, sleeping with nothing on but a pair of flimsy panties and tank top. when he knows you're waiting patiently in your bed for him at night.

"sunghoon," you whine, glimpsing over your shoulder, catching him staring at your ass, his phone unsteady in his grasp as he pounds into you.

his eyes leave your pussy to meet your gaze, lips pouty and hair in a mess, looking so stupid and pathetic. "shh," he softly shushes you. "keep quiet, baby. i'm almost finished, okay?"

you slowly nod, your head slumping back down onto the pillows, letting out a sigh. you bite down into your lip to keep in your moans, focusing on the feeling of his cock pushing between your walls, whispering your brother's name until his hips stutter, steadying over your ass.

"shit," you hear him curse before he releases himself inside of you, pumping you full of his cum.

when he slips out, he almost groans at the way your pussy clench, making his white cum dribble out of you, his phone filming all of it. he takes pictures of his fingers pulling your lips apart, dipping his digits inside of you, admiring the mess he made of you.

at some point, his library is full of your sins, photos after photos of his sister in numerous positions he shouldn't see you in, making you do things that shouldn't even be talked about. a few days back, when jungwon almost saw these pictures sunghoon swears to keep hidden, he made sure to put a lock on it.

but what can he do when his mother asks to see the videos he's taken during his trip? when she swipes a little too far and suddenly your moans echo in the kitchen, blood instantly draining from his face, snatching his phone out of his mother's hold so fast it nearly shatters to the ground.

he knows he's a lucky bastard when she doesn't recognize you and calls her son perverted for having such content in his own phone. he knows he can't keep acting so mindlessly if he doesn't want this to end badly.

[illustr-ace]

Y'all, I'm thinking about Phoenix Wright again, someone stop me.

Anyway, you ever think about how Phoenix loves people?

Phoenix didn't climb Miles' walls or bring the walls down gradually with nothing but kindness. He beat the walls down with his bare fists, bloody knuckles, and heart on his sleeve because he knew that little boy that he once knew was still in there.

Phoenix /is/ nice. He's sassy and snarky and will roast anyone within an inch of their life, even if he's very close with them. But he also loves so righteously that he'll destroy himself because of it.

And Feenie is such a pure example of that. In that case, his love was misplaced, but he still wore it like a badge of fuckin honor and was fully prepared to lose his life for it. If they'd ever met, Bratworth wouldn't have stood a chance against that little dumbass and his pink sweater.

People joke about how, haha Phoenix changed the course of his life because gay, which like... yeah. But I never see enough people acknowledge that it wasn't just haha gay. He saw an article about Miles (someone he hadn't spoken to in an actual decade) that didn't sound like the person he knew (who was a child at the time), and determined he must've been horribly damaged and lonely. And his solution was, well... time to give up on any other passion I may have had to find the fucker.

Phoenix doesn't love like a golden retriever. He loves like the fucking sun. It's so bright and beautiful, and it burns, and he doesn't care.

Anyway, that got away from me, but tldr: I adore Phoenix so damn much.

[ink-n-shadow]

what if i made an au for older!divorced!biker!ghost who all but gave up on ever dating again and put all his time/effort into building his gang and clubhouse to astronomical levels, hooking up with person after person without ever looking back…

…only for a pretty little thing like you to come stumbling into his bar one night, job application in hand and big doe eyes fluttering around the dimly lit space. he’d watch from the dark corner of the bar as you shyly spoke to soap (his right-hand man), stumbling over your words as you explained that you’d heard there was a job opening for a bartender and that you were in between jobs.

simon would be halfway through pushing himself off the wall to throw you out himself when he heard soap enthusiastically take your job application, promising you he’d get this to the boss and have an answer for you by tomorrow.

and his simmering anger would slowly bleed out into a hot lust as he watches the way your hips sway back and forth while you saunter out of the bar.

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[darling-sephiroth]

[chaosmagetwin]

Y'all, I keep seeing HDG posts pop up on my feed, and I can feel it calling me like a fucking siren. I know if I read it, it'll be fucking OVER for me, because I can feel it. I'm not going to be normal about it. I already know I'd be a floret, and I already know I'd enjoy the fucking space lesbian aliens who treat you nice and domme you and everything.

The problem! The fucking! PROBLEM!!! is that I know! It's going to hurt me! I know! It's going to fucking make me yearn my goddamn heart out, and then it's going to be over, and I'll be inside HDG with no way out.

Someone called it info-hazardous material for transfolk, and I can feel the radioactivity from here, read the many warning signs left by past transfolk going "Ah shit, they weren't lying, them broccoli women do be fascinating, now I yearn for the domestication mines", hear the loud buzzing from my geiger counter.

I give myself a week before I give in and read it.

[incessantlark]

not sure what funky mold i ate, but here we are

the song is Lysergide Daydream by Will Wood

[bluesnailsstuff]

dont do drugs

[maxtheclownyeet]

For the upcoming valentines, I decided to draw @bigidiotenergytm 's Posey expecting a kiss, but- there were other plans...

[bestruction]

I was wondering what are your thoughts about how many children sasuke would have and what are their genders, ages and names. Maybe even their personalities and if they were mama's/daddy's girl/boy ( also, can I be 🐈‍⬛)

That's such a sweet thought, 🐈‍⬛️

I believe the answer to the question, "How many kids would he have?" depends mostly on you. He never thought he would go back to the village, rebuild his district, build a life with you, be loved, and be forgiven for everything. These are normal parts of life that he unlearned due to all his trauma and the war.

Your first child was an accident—him coming back from a mission looking way too good for your liking (and when doesn’t he?), mixed with impatient + your and his horny side and forgetting to check for condoms. You two were usually very careful, and he really thought he could pull out... But honestly, you both got too caught up in the moment to think about anything.

When you got a positive pregnancy test a few months later, he was down for whatever you wanted to do.

Do you want to keep it? Then he's supporting you.

You don't want to keep it? Then he's supporting you.

You were the most important thing in his life. Of course, he was ready to follow whatever you decided. When you chose to go through with the pregnancy, I swear to god, he was ready to build a crib with his own sword if you asked him.

On the outside, he looked calm, but inside, he was terrified. What if he didn't know how to be there for the child and for you? What if he messed this up? He had already broken your heart once by leaving. If he did it again—especially now—you would never look at him the same way. Plus, your friends would kill him for sure.

You two had cats, and they both adored him. That was a good sign, right?

He kept repeating that thought in his mind over and over again while your belly grew. And let me tell you, he was basically a hawk over you. 😮‍💨 He was already overprotective by nature, but seeing you pregnant made it ten times worse. That’s something else to explore later.

When your first boy was born, he was... too stunned to speak. The first Uchiha in years. The first after all the tragedies. He felt like he was holding a new beginning—one that had your nose but his sharp eyes. That’s why he named him Haruki.

Haruki was the spring he never knew he was waiting for.

For the first few days, he was so flabbergasted that you two had created a life together that he wouldn't let the baby out of his sight for even two seconds. How could the same hands that had caused so much bloodshed now hold something so fragile?

I know that in Boruto, he isn’t present in Sarada’s life, and that’s one of the many reasons I pretend that shit doesn’t exist.

Family was everything to Sasuke. After starting a new one, I don’t see him ever leaving their side. If anything, he was afraid—afraid that leaving would mean losing everything again.

He only started accepting missions again when Haruki was about five months old, and even then, he never took assignments that would keep him away for more than a week. I feel like every time he came back, he had this heavy feeling in his chest—this fear of opening the door and finding you and the baby gone, just like when he had come home from school and found his parents dead. That image would forever live in his mind. But the fear disappeared the moment he slid the door open and heard a small voice scream, "Papa!!" before little feet raced toward him, and you greeted him with a kiss.

Is your son a mama’s boy or a daddy’s boy? That’s hard to say. He follows Sasuke everywhere, yes. He’s observant, just like his father, so he picks up on things quickly and mimics everything he does—including protecting Mama at all costs. But he isn’t quiet... at all. Put this boy and Naruto in a room together, and they could destroy it. His observant side made him curious and adventurous. Plus, he wanted to be brave and strong like his father.

When Haruki was around five years old, you started thinking about having another child. After many conversations and making sure you were financially stable, you gave birth to a girl... more like a carbon copy of your husband. 😭 She literally got nothing from you. Nothing. Your genes didn’t even put up a fight this time.

And after seeing you suffer through childbirth a second time? Never again. 🫡 Not even if you begged him for another one. He couldn't watch you cry in pain like that a third time.

Miyuki wasn’t just Sasuke’s copy in appearance, she had his personality too. While Haruki was talkative, loved playing with his uncle Naruto, and ran around giving you and Sasuke heart attacks, Miyuki was different. There was no doubt, she was a daddy’s girl. She was more shy, especially around people she didn’t know, and clung to him constantly. Sometimes, you swore they could read each other’s thoughts. Sasuke didn’t talk much, Miyuki didn’t either, but somehow, he always knew exactly what she wanted and needed.

[moi-tries]

*puts a bow on Sanji*

TAKE HIM!

[stlbluesleafsfan]

I fear I’ve gone down a rabbit hole and need to be stopped.