#but then trolololol

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

Good afternoon Tumblrs, Liz Truss has already lost the support of the Daily Mail.

[eternalera]

if i had a nickle everytime someone started a war over doors i would have two nickles, which isnt a lot but its odd that it happened twice

[heyholmesletsgo]

Ten characters, ten fandoms, ten tags.

Tagged by @peridot-tears, thank you :)

Mo Dao Zu Shi - Song Lan

Elementary - Joan Watson

Game of Thrones - Arya Stark

The Lord of the Rings - Samwise Gamgee

Los Espookys - Andrés Valdez

Fleabag - Fleabag

Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency - Bart Curlish

Breaking Bad - Gus Fring

Chucky - Chucky

Abbott Elementary - Ava Coleman

Tagging @jamiesugah @galauvant @alectoperdita @thesilversun @gimmethehobbit @zaidnovi @aoxue @apocrypha73 @snarkivistfic and whoever else would like to!

[aerodaltonimperial]

I'm sure I'm not the only one requesting it, but 14 please 😌

(🧡💚, she knows what she asked for here)

Hook’s shoulders hit the wall, but the impact barely registers, because his brain is more focused on other things; namely, Jack’s mouth against his, kissing him, prying his lips apart in a bruising contact that is just as much fight as it is desire. Jack’s got his hands tangled in the back of Hook’s hair, pulling hard enough to streak pain along Hook’s scalp. Hook’s just sort of clawing at Jack’s shoulders, and if anyone asked, he’s not sure he’d be able to explain if he is attempting to hurl the man off or haul him in closer. Maybe, in the end, it all amounts to the same thing.

Jack bites down on Hook’s bottom lip, and fuck, that hurts; he might have drawn blood, but if he did, it’s lost. One of Jack’s hands slips free from Hook’s hair to grab ahold of Hook’s chin. His grip is tight: demanding. The sort of thing he overcommits to when he’s not sure of his footing.

��Jack,” Hook tries, because he’s so fucking angry his bones might rattle out of his skin, and Jack is still kissing him like he’s possessed. Hook rakes his nails across the back of Jack’s neck, only visible since he’s got his hair pulled up all the time now. He’s a caricature of himself; Hook hates it, and he wants to sink his teeth down into the wrongness of the picture it paints.

Maybe he wants to say more, though Jack doesn’t seem keen to let him. He pries Hook’s lips apart again just so he can lick his way in, runs his tongue along Hook’s teeth, and jesus, Hook hates him so much. The FTW belt is on the floor, discarded, and Hook hates that, too. Jack’s so fucking sloppy that he’s got Hook’s whole fucking chin wet, dragging his mouth across Hook’s skin with a reckless abandon that only comes with deliberately ignoring everything bubbling up between them.

Because they shouldn’t be like this. Hook shouldn’t be doing this with the man who took everything from him—the man who came in and burned Hook’s life to the ground without a second thought. Hook should be wailing on his face until his fists are splattered red, and instead he’s groaning as Jack’s hands slide down and paw greedily at his shoulders, his shirt collar.

Jack gets Hook’s lip between his teeth again, drags back, and the sting goes all the way down. “Tell me to stop,” he whispers, and then, like an asshole, gives Hook no time to do what he just demanded when he kisses Hook again, and again, and again.

Hook opens his mouth—and if he’s being honest, he really doesn’t know what he’s preparing to say—and gets Jack licking a path in once more. His gum, the damn gum he always chews before a show when he’s nervous, ends up back in the corner of Hook’s cheek. This should not be a thing that’s working for Hook. He can never tell anyone about this.

Jack pulls back, presses their foreheads together, and Hook thinks about spitting the gum back at his face just to see what he’d do. “You could have just said something,” Hook hisses. “You could have just told me this was what you wanted.”

“Fuck off,” Jack replies. “I’ve got to get ready to go out there.”

Like this? With Hook’s spit smeared across his mouth and his hard-on pressed into Hook’s abdomen? But whatever; Hook’s not due up on camera tonight, so he doesn’t give a shit if Jack looks like he was attacked backstage when he stumbles out there.

Then, just when Hook thinks Jack really will leave, the other pauses. Jack presses in again, sweeps another kiss across Hook’s mouth. “I’ll find you after. Tonight.”

“You fucking will not,” Hook seethes, but he parts his lips anyway and lets the man steal his way in, just like he will later; just like, he thinks, he probably always will—a fool too drunk on the high Jack’s kisses leave to exercise the judgment his parents tried so hard to instill in him.

[blockculture]

the leo man is very very angry rn. righteous work

[deadgodjess]

Ex is making a Vampire the Masquerade character that's close to him in personality so he can focus on learning game. He asked me if he was more Brujah or Gengrel and I at first went Gengrel and then I Realized.

And then I read out the Brujah traits with Pointed Eye Contact.

So anyway he's reading throught the rest of the Brujah entry and randomly telling me to go fuck myself 🤣😇

[laufire]

the good thing about new tv shows sucking balls is that it WILL leave me time to complete the old shows I started but never got around to finishing.

[cumdumpstiel]

snape kills dumbledore

[webtoonenjoyer]

Oh shit heartstopper season 2 is out 😂😂 not even caught up with the comic lmaooo

[catoscloves]

I Literally love YOU for this(responds to the previous clato fic ask). Honestly, I think i envision them so closely similar to how you do(which is probably why I love the fic so much). I have also been into clato for quite a while but I definitely started a bit later. Anyways, I would have loved(I would still do;) )to read about how that would play out but thanks for insight either way. I will try and give Klayley a shot since they’re so closely similar(new ship alert!?). So yeah, thanks once again and I wish tons of motivation on whatever your next project may be! :)

now that i think about all the similarities between clato and klayley (the girls/boys as individual characters and how they interact as a couple) i'm beginning to believe i have a definite type when it comes to shipping lol. also yes i ily2 :D

cato and clove were kinda my biggest hunger games ship and a formative part of my middle school years lol, so it was nice to be brought back. your support means everything and i'm definitely considering writing more about clato some day! if only to make up for the sad lack of popularity (i also want to recast clove and katniss as woc because i want my faves to be badass brown women like raven reyes :D).

[420puppyslut]

A/N: part 2 trolololol

TAGS: Bucky Barnes, Reader, Yanderé? Bucky, Fear, Helplessness, Reader actually tries to fight for themselves for once, Police involvement

DARK! BUCKY X READER

NUMBER 19

Continued. Part 2.

I don't get a chance to cower in my apartment. Though I so desperately want to.

Armed policemen swarm the building, a designated few storming up the stairways and assigning themselves to each exit.

A few officers are tasked with answering to the staff and tenants, but they're swarmed by the overwhelming amount of people.

"What the fuck is happening?"

"You can't just stop me from leaving, I have a fucking job to go to!"

"Is someone hurt, are they okay?"

But I already knew, they are not okay.

"ALRIGHT," A particularly worn out officer yells over the chaos, "We will answer to your questions shortly. We request calm, orderly co-operation, and when we have restricted the crime scene and collected the necessary evidence, you can return to your activities."

The lockers keyhole digs into my back as I hide with the bustling people. His nametag feels like it's seering into my skin.

"Crimescene?" Someone guffaws.

The older gentleman sighs, "Yes. A tenant reported what seemed to be a break-in. When they went to check, they found blood." He gravely states. Silence washes over the crowd. "She called us, so we're here to analyse the scene. We're required by law to question witnesses," The officer gestures offhandedly, "so if you have any information you think is necessary, please step forward."

Cold droplets of sweat gently trickle down my lower back. The collar of my shirt suddenly feels uncomfortably tight.

"Do you know who it was?" A young man asks.

"Well," The officer coughs and readjusts his shirt, "it's presumed to be a staff member."

The young woman from earlier gasps. She's no longer sat behind the desk, instead leaning on it. Her eyes instantly water with unshed tears, "Was it number six?"

He mournfully nods, "I'm afraid so."

The receptionist is overcome with horror, "Darren?" Then she hyperventilates, "It – No, he's, he's my boyfriend. He can't–"

Another officer steps in, and ushers her into the staff room.

"Just... Sit tight everyone. We'll be asking questions at each door. Please calmly return to your rooms, and expect us knocking, some time today."

The package in my mail was long forgotten.

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The climb to my floor has never felt so exhausting. With each step, more sweat cascades down my brow.

I actively avoid the second story, where the police investigate like rats to crumbs. Their commotion echos through the empty stairwell.

I can't breathe.

When I finally clamber to my floor, but the sight of No.19 mocks me. His door, at the other end of the hall.

My head shakes violently, and turn for the fire escape.

I can't breathe in here.

Having lived in this apartment for eight months, I know there's no alarm on the door. It's often a place I seek repreive from my stiffling studio room.

The cool air welcomes me, and I can finally take a breath.

And then there's him.

Barnes is leaning on the railing, with a lit cigerrette hanging from his mouth. He's watching the police move like ants below him. All with a cocky smile on his face.

You freak.

"Morning, sugar."

My nostrils flare. "Are you out of your fucking mind?"

He seems to sarcastically comtemplate, but I don't give him a chance to respond.

The knife in my pocket is immediately in his face.

He follows the blade with his eyes, but remains infuriatingly relaxed.

"I could've fucking ratted you out, instantly. You'd be in one of those cars, on your way to rotting in a fucking cell, where you deserve to be."

"But you didn't," He takes a lazy drag, then my eyes are locked on his, "Why?"

The knife faulters in my grip.

Why? Why didn't I report him?

In an instant, his gloved hands stole my only weapon. It was effortless, how he flips it to use against me.

Barnes tuts, "Maybe, you secretly like me."

"I will not hesitate to throw you over this railing." I seethe through gritted teeth.

His smile is condescending, "Then stop threatening me and try."

My hands reach to latch around his throat, despite the knife held towards me. I'm overcome with too much rage for rational thinking.

My torso is flung over the railing before I can blink. People are commuting on the sidewalk, car horns blare at the traffic the cop cars have caused, and a few police linger outside to direct the angry flow.

My stomach bruises on the frosted steel that I've been shoved against.

Barnes cages me in with his legs, and grips my shoulder to keep me from tumbling onto the pavement.

"Look at all them, huh?" He muses, but his eyes don't move from my reddening face, "They don't have a fucking clue. They're hopeless." His grip loosens, and for a second I believe he's going to let me drop.

My hands are shaking, but clung to the railing so hard my fingers might snap.

"Please," I choke out, "Put me down."

He laughs, "Okay."

In one motion, he slides his hands from my shoulders to my wrists. He smirks when I think I'm falling. I screech in terror, and find myself furious at his cruelty.

"Stop, please, I'm sorry." I beg.

My head spins when he pulls me into a hug. His jacket envelopes me in the scent of tobacco.

"There, wasn't so hard, was it?"

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TO BE CONTINUED

[cheeryfairies]

trolololol

[nonobadcat]

I keep on seeing afo going for kids and breeding his darling but what is he like after and how much longer till he wants another one

Daddy AFO? Oooooooohhhh..... I have so many thots thoughts on this.

Head cannon Word count: About 3k

CW: Breeding, Yandere, some Sub AFO x Dom Reader, gender neutral but mentions of quirk which allows pregnancy regardless of biological status

Warning: BNHA Manga Spoilers

To start my analysis, let me say that I strongly view AFO as a yandere. My basis for this Chapter 193 and Chapter 310 which can be summed up by two events and one word:

Vault.

I mean, short of Toga, All For One strikes me as the most cannon (platonic?) yandere that the series has produced. Therefore, using his relationship with Yoichi as the basis for how he treats family, by the power of the Yandere MTBI, I'd classify him as such:

Reverent - Based on the dialogue between the brothers in the vestiges world, AFO really seems to care that Yoichi come to the dark side. Yes, he belittles his brother's love of heroes and world view, but the tone he takes sounds like he's staging an intervention rather than just being a dick about it. I just get the feeling that, as twisted as it may be, his behaviors stem from genuine affection towards a beloved brother who could be his equal rather than a pet. When it comes to family, AFO is a lover, however sick and twisted that love may be.

Delusional - "I've always wanted to be a demon lord since I read it in a comic book" is the most chuunibyou thing ever said by a grown man. It's possible he's joking but I love this one played straight. AFO truly believes that blood will conquer all... it's just a matter of getting these silly heroic impulses out of his brother's head.

Manipulative - "I gave you a quirk brother dear. Why you no like me?!" (｀∀´)Ψ

Strict with the power to be lenient - Considering Yoichi was literally running around the streets screaming "DON'T TRUST HIM! MY BROTHER IS EVIL!" as AFO trololololed his way across Japan, AFO clearly shows leniency towards family. That said, after a while, Yoichi got locked away because he wasn't doing what AFO wanted. A true lenient yandere wouldn't have gone that far and it makes me believe all of AFOs leniency was part of his manipulations.

So... what does that mean for you and your family, dear reader? I think it depends on one thing: Did you find out who All For One was or did he successfully keep it secret?

Scenario 1: Married to the angel

Be it by hook, crook or by you being the dumbest darling on earth, AFO successfully kept his evil tendencies concealed from you and he intends to keep it that way. Think of this as the "Dad For One" life.

AFO is that husband.

225cm (7'4" for you 'muricans) of gorgeous silver-blond with a barrel chest and a smile that can melt polar ice caps, can you say trophy husband? He never forgets an anniversary, always brings a present when he's gone on a "business trip" and generally reveals in all your little quirks (personality or otherwise). Others will flirt with him, but your husband (Yes, he put a ring on that. He has old fashioned values after all) is firmly off the market. After all, his family is everything and anything that causes them grief just needs to... well... disappear.

Heaven forbid anyone even look sideways at his darling. There'd be an "unfortunate accident" in under thirty seconds.

"That poor man just got run over by a truck!"

"My word, the streets of Japan are so dangerous now days. It's a good thing I'm here with you. Oh! Look! Wouldn't your mother adore that necklace?"

Speaking of family, this AFO would be the "heir and a spare" type because the larger the household, the harder it is to hide his secrets.

"I feel awful leaving you out numbered when I travel so much, but my little brother and I were so very close. I hate to see our child grow up without that bond..."

When it comes to little kids, Dad For One is "fun dad". Kids need to go to the doctor for their shots? Mean-old-you will be taking them and daddy will buy them ice cream to soothe the ouchies. He's the father who will throw them up in the air as many times as they want, even if they puke about it. If you leave them unattended, there is no bed time. You'll come home to your children snuggled on the couch with Daddy, dead asleep in their pajamas (at least he got them dressed for bed) while the dvd menu is looping. (Yes, he still uses dvds. He's a "bit old fashioned"). You'll have to shake him awake, but at least he'll pick up the kids and move the entire party to bed.

...their own beds mind you. Not very Japanese of him but a man needs to get laid at some point.

Bath time is a totally different matter. Co-bathing is normal and he loves bonding with the kids in this way. Thank heaven the bathroom is a traditional style with a drain in the floor. Tickle attacks and splash time is so common that, by the time you get in the bath, there isn't much water left. Oh well...

Dad For One is not a hover parent. Your children need to learn from their own mistakes. After all, parents these days are far too clingy. When he was younger, he and his brother got into all sorts of trouble which is why he locked Yoichi in a vault and they turned out fine! The kids will be perfectly safe going to the playground by themselves because Machia will be watching them the entire time. They will get scrapes. They will come home dirty. They might wreck the neighbor's child because that brat had it coming. Kids will be kids.

Trouble at school? You'll be doing the lecturing and Dad For One will agree to the punishment without question. This is a united front type of relationship because we can't have you getting suspicious. Besides, they need to learn not to get caught from their mistakes.

And seriously... how many more manga is he going to buy the kids?! Honestly! You're going to have to move into a new house at this rate because of all the presents he keeps—

...that had better not be a puppy he's handing the kids or you will murder him.

Speaking of speaking your mind, All For One finds it amusing. You are the only one on earth that is willing to tell the Symbol of Evil what to do and he's willing to listen because that's his kink. When you get angry, he'll tap your nose, laugh in your face, hold you close and tell you that you are right. Always. Why? Because it always works. After all, he'd do anything to keep his family intact happy.

So... what happens the one time it doesn't?

Scenario 2: Possessed by the devil

Your husband tilted you chin up, red eyes piercing your soul. "Why are you asking questions when you don't really want to hear the answers, darling?"

So you figured it out, huh? Guess you now know why ignorance is bliss.

I see three potential outcomes to this mess:

Route 2 - A: The crumbling moral high ground

"I refuse to accept this! I want a divorce!"

Your husband leaned hard on the door, snapping the latch shut. The devil sneered at you, his eyes glowing with hellfire. "Oh? Is that so?"

You could fight him tooth and nail. You'll fail, but you can try. He had years to work Yoichi over and he's learned from his mistakes. Straight to the vault with you, darling. You might come out with as much between your ears as as an eager puppy, but he'll be happy to get you there, one denied orgasm at a time.

The children in this scenario are irrelevant. You won't ever see them. He'll spirit away the brood and pump you for everything he needs to bring them up them properly. They'll grow up strong and happy while you stay dumb and content at his feet. 

Route 2 - B: The conscientious objector

“Now I’m sure you’re somewhat intimidated by all this but it comes with some truly excellent perks.” He rubbed his cheek against your temple and took a deep whiff of your scent. “I have my own money, so your current financial status doesn't worry me. I have contacts in every department and company across Japan so you’ll never want for anything. I don’t value things like fleeting youth, so you’ll never be too old to me.” He clutched you tight. “And, perhaps because of my age, I do have old fashioned values. I am a strictly monogamous man, so you won’t have to share me with any other lovers.”

You snorted at the words “old fashioned values”.

Shigaraki pulled back and looked you in the eye firmly. “Do you not believe me?”

You stared back at him. “You kill people.”

“Well, no one is perfect,” he pointed out.

Okay... so maybe trying to leave is a bad call. The odds are not in your favor and, even if you manage it, he'll probably murder everyone you know you get you back. What would happen in that passive resistance scenario where you stay but you still object to his villainous ways?

Well folks, we call that a Hypnotic Nightmare (See AO3 - 261k words and rising).

...but seriously, this is probably the ideal situation from All For One's perspective. It's the best balance of entertainment while still knowing you'll be crying on his cock at the end of the night. Unlike Yoichi, you don’t really have the power to threaten him and this time he’s not stupid enough to hand his morality pet the means to defeat him.

Back to that chuunibyou AFO thing I mentioned earlier, this time, the villain gets the heroine and he loves it. 

In this scenario, both you and All For One would be in the most hate sex filled breeding war imaginable. After all, if one of the children is born with a quirk that can rival his, whichever side claims it would have an edge. All For One gets you as his spicy little toy who snarls at him while he pumps you full of his cum. You look so precious when you’re angry and watching your pregnant belly (your biology be damned, there is a quirk for that) swell with his children is about as exciting as a four year old getting a Puppy Surprise ala Christmas 1992. You better believe Ujiko would be sitting around helping AFO make quirk inheritance Punnett squares over the phone while your husband lovingly rubs away the morning sickness.

What about after the children are born? 

“You know I will tell them the truth about you, right?”

He smirked at you and took a sip of his tea. “Not if I tell them first.”

So what if you find his villainous side repulsive? He’ll let you play your heroic role all the same because watching you struggle gets him off. 

Go ahead. Teach the children right from wrong. You might give them grounding, but Daddy can give them anything. Which one of you do you think a child going to pick after that? Oh, the kids noticed you can’t leave the relationship? Not like they can leave either. You succeeded and one of them wants to play hero? Cute. They’re grounded, vault style. See what you made me do, darling? Daddy didn’t want to punish them, but however will they learn? What if they children went after another villain with such pathetic tactics? Their reeducation is for their safety, really. 

After all, as long as you are under his thumb, the children are too.

This version of DFO I see as much stricter than the scenario 1 DFO. The children will have set bed times, come when called, and speak properly to their parents. Why? Because of you. With his spouse actively working against him, he needs to set the tone early and often and the tone is “bow before the Demon Lord Daddy”. Also, “when your father gets home...” is not a threat, it is a sentence. We do not muck around and find out in this house. Children raised in this environment will need to be sneaky, manipulative little schemers, just the way Daddy likes them.

Now, this is not to say All For One is going to tolerate the children walking all over you. You are still his spouse and this is still Japan. Respect is due to both parents and the children will know their place. As long as it doesn’t conflict with Dad For One’s orders, you are free to handle them however you wish and he will support that. However, he does find it ever so sexy when you lay down the law.

By the way, there will be no need for “the talk” in this house. Sex, pregnancy and what makes up an healthy "happy” relationship is openly and hotly debated at the dinner table. There will be no stiff upper lip in this household. There will be blood and make-up sex (his idea, not yours). As a result, Nightmare children will not be ones to hold their tongue. These kids will call it like they see it and be very confident in their assessments. Be they brash like Bakugo or calm and analytical like Asui, your children will not be shrinking violets.

Speaking of which, no matter their personalities, All For One will bring out the best in them for all the worst reasons. While these kids are not going to be coddled little emperors, their natural talents will be catered to. Daddy expects the best, but only because he knows your children can bring it. Do a good job? He will brag about them all day long and reward them will all the attention and affection they crave. Do a bad job? Well now, Daddy is very disappointed because he knows we can do better. Looks like he’ll have to call in a favor to teach a lesson. It might be a very harsh one, but Ujiko can patch most things up.

Route 2 - C: Villains are your type

Your fingers curled around his tie, tugging him down to you centimeter by centimeter. "Let's talk about these assumptions of yours."

"Oh, what assumptions are those?"

A soft tongue flicked out to wet your lips. With a hellacious grin, you whispered in his ear. "You assuming that, just because I'm such a good catch, bad boys aren’t my type." You pouted. One finger traced small circles in his chest as you peered at him from under your lashes. "What if I told you I wanted you to be bad for me? Very.” The sound of metal clinked from his belt. “Very.” A zipper rolled down. “Bad."

All For One's heart throbbed in your hands. As you slipped to the floor, a low groan poured from his throat. Long fingers traced the edge of your face as naughty grin stretched over broad teeth. "I knew I loved you."

So, that's your kink? Okay. Buckle up because the ride is going to be amazing.

Being the Demon Lord’s consort is a tough job and you are happy to do it. Sexy clothing? You’ve got it. Coy, evil grin? On it. Taunting the heroes as you languidly, stroke that spikey white hair? Yes, we do that here.

We’re back to heir and a spare in this scenario. Since All For One has you involved in his world, he’s desperately torn between keeping you knocked up and having you beside him like the moon to his sun. It’s so hard.... to keep his hands off you when you’re sitting in his lap at every meeting, but if he’s too naughty you might end up on bed rest... and not in the way he wants.

Also, I see this AFO being subby (or at least a switch) in bed. After all, you might be the only person he can truly trust and that lets him try some new things. What you may ask? Well...

All For One moaned through the silicon ball as the pad of your finger slipped over his slick slit. Broad arms flexed against the jute rope just as you pressed your lips to his throat.  

“Now, now,” you purred, nibbling at his Adam’s apple. “None of that. I’m not done with you, my naughty boy.”

Kitten licks flicked their way up his thick neck until you reached the edge of his jaw. Coyly curling your palm around his pulsing hard-on you pressed it to your soft entrance. Red eyes rolled back under white lashes as he felt the damp heat ghosting over his cock. Incoherent whimpers of wanton pleasure hummed through the gag.

“It’s only been an hour,” you teased, adding another roll of your hips. 

With a dark giggle, you pinched his pink nipple between your teeth. When he shuddered, you pressed a kiss to goose pimpled flesh. The tip of his cock throbbed against your thighs. You smirked.

“We still have a long way to go. Don’t disappoint me.”

Any girl born to this relationship will be Daddy’s evil princess. Pampered and polished into a gem of villainy, this little one will want for nothing. Daddy didn’t get a her pony for her birthday, he got her a Nomu unicorn with a horn cannon (rip Pony Tsunotori). Your daughter be well versed in poisons (he’s a traditionalist and poisons have always been a murderess’s best friend) and expected to marry someone wealthy and powerful... so that she can strangle her spouse on the wedding night and take the throne in a violent coup d'etat. After all, he can’t spoil her forever. Children need room to grow and succeed on their own.

A boy is a bit trickier. Thanks to having a younger brother, All For One knows exactly how to handle young boys. However, being old fangled, its much easier to be severe on his own gender (thank you archaic sexism) than with a girl. I expect this to go very similar to the way he taught Tomura. Training will be more rough and tumble but the rewards will be sweet. AFO would adore his son in that “go on, you’ve got it!” sort of way. These two will be up late into the night as they read The Hero of Justice manga (only to volume 3) by flashlight. You better believe you're going to have to drag him off to bed if you want your son to get enough sleep for a growing boy.

Would he ever yield power to his children? No. Never. However, having someone near or at his level would help keep him on his toes. After all, we don’t want to slack off and lose the throne to some hero. Backstabbing dear old dad is encouraged, but don’t get too cocky. The punishments may not be lethal, but they will teach a lesson well earned. 

Also... can I just say that these kids are going to think Uncle Machia is a jungle gym because that simp is going to fall hard for Master’s little crotch goblins.

[aerodaltonimperial]

104. Sauna

(My god what a sweaty mess this would be LOL, we are in "prompting each other for smut locations" territory right now so cut FOR DELICATE EYES unsure if this exercise was the best or worst idea for everyone else lmao)

The wooden seats are fucking hell on Hook’s knees.

Truthfully, he didn't think this out very well, and okay, that's on him. Or maybe, really, it's on Danhausen, since Danhausen was the one who had reached over to slide his fingers up Hook’s thigh after the door had shut and the steam had clouded the room. Danhausen is the one whose palm had skated up beneath Hook’s towel in the most maddeningly confident way, so sure that Hook wouldn't push him away, and then Hook hadn't. And now he's stuck up on his knees with the slats pressing deep indents into his shins, legs on either side of Danhausen’s waist, trying to bite back the sounds threatening to tumble past his lips.

One of Danhausen’s hands curls around Hook’s dick, the touch eager and greedy; his other hand has slid up along the back of Hook’s neck to tangle in Hook’s hair. It's the hand at the base of Hook’s skull that keeps him tethered to the earth, honestly, because the fingers working him up and down keep squeezing at just the right time, the right place, the right angle. Hook, arms folded around Danhausen’s shoulders, is merely hanging on for dear life as his vision starts to blur.

"Might wanna..." he groans, against Danhausen’s earlobe, an aborted request punctuated by a coil in his abdomen when Danhausen’s thumb slides up over the head of his cock.

"What?" Danhausen asks, and how is he so calm right now with a lapful of Hook’s weight, rocking involuntarily back and forth along Danhausen’s thighs?

Hook sucks in a chest full of the sticky-hot air, the moisture that gums along his throat and clings to his skin. "Gonna make a fucking mess," he hisses. It's really as close to a warning as he can get right now.

Danhausen hums. He flicks his wrist, and then, the hand that's been such a stabilizing force on the back of Hook’s head glides down Hook’s spine. Hook has no time to argue, no time to even catch his breath in the muggy room, before Danhausen has slipped his other hand around, finding Hook beneath the folds of the half-unwound towel still stubbornly hugging his lower back, the hardest working fabric in existence.

"D," Hook offers, sort of a garbled moan, with the first drag of Danhausen’s finger. He doesn't even need to think it will lead to anything: the burn of it is more than enough on its own. He loves the way the sting rattles up into his bones as Danhausen opens him up.

"Towels are so useful for clean-up," Danhausen murmurs. His hand on Hook’s dick pulls a little faster, a little harder.

Hook might black out with how damn hot it is and how dizzy his head is growing. "Someone might..."

"Then Hook had better finish soon," Danhausen whispers, a chuckle against Hook’s jaw, and fuck, that's it--the slam of release against Hook’s head that knocks him loopy and wheezing, the sweat beading up along his shoulder blades and running down to pool at the base of his back as his fingers claw their way into Danhausen’s shoulders, an anchor as he breathes through making an absolute disaster of Danhausen’s chest.

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Disney crack AU headcanon~ The true story of the former king....

Ok so..... I realized.....that I made a mistake..... when posting "the groom's edit".... I counted....that much to fit in tumblr display.... Buuuuut...I'm so bad at maths..... So damn bad....(I thought back then... "Omg I am a genius I can put Lucius in the center like the "cat god" he is trolololol".............. Genius my ***)

I didn't get in your repost, why you kept talking about Lilia.................. Yes......I'm at that point.... Anddddd because he was in the same folder...as the groom...... I put him along...

But he's nooooot, non non noooon!

He's part of my "Cinderella's AU".... The former's king.... Who wants a lot of babies, grandchildren... Yes the Cinderella's kiiiing (the drama King)!!

So well let's just .... Pfff post it now... Yay the real truth behindthat edit:

Lilia's moustache....yeeeees it's happening~ (cause the King has an epic moustache)

"I am not a king, I am not a god, I am.... Lilia Vanrouge kufufu!"/"*sigh* Father..."~

"Silver,... think about me.... You're all grown up now! I still want to sing lullaby and feed cute human baby, wahahaha! Give me grandchildren!"~

"Ahnnnn ahnnnn *sigh* what should I do, I am so cute... What are you doing you boys (diasomnia's squad) go dance now! My grandpa's destiny is in your hands kufufu!"

Lilia....Lilia............. I'm sorry but this is definitelyyyyy Lilia in a very "crack AU"

_ Credits:_

Asset game extract from @alchemivich and twst game

“Twisted Wonderland” concept belongs to Yana Toboso

Lilia Vanrouge “Cinderella former king who wants babies everywhere” concept done by me (ooc maybe but pfff IDC xD)

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i put everything into trolololol.... now ive lost it all.. to skibidi ohio.