#everybody LOOK AT MY EMO SON

[ranseiuniter]

dash is asleep post blorbos....... this is my beautiful boy Cain, necromancer, deeply cursed, decidedly Did Not Ask For Any Of This but is Bound By Plot. (Honestly he doesn't get what's so bad about necromancy like guys seriously if these bones have just been sitting here why SHOULDN'T I use them?)

[cowboyfromh3ll]

OKAY BESTIE I'VE GOT ANOTHER ONE

It's John's turn this time.

The reader is Dutch's daughter still.

Dutch starts dating John's mother, and they have a dinner to introduce the kids. (They're 18 ans 23 but) since Dutch is serious about this woman, he wants her son (who still lives at home... also maybe has an emo band but thats besides the point) and his daughter to meet each other.

Cue another stereotypical porn scenario, except this one of the Stepbro variety

I absolutely loved Cola.

Have you heard the song "She keeps me up" by nickelback? (Ik nickelback is kinda cringe but this song 💋👌)

It reminded me of this prompt because one of the lines is:

"Funky little monkey, she's a twisted trickster.

Everybody wants to be the sister's mister

Coca cola, roller coaster

Love her even though I'm not supposed to."

MX

(StepBro!John Marston x Dutch’s Daughter!Reader Smut)

WOOOO MY GOD this was sooooo fun to write and it's one of the best pieces of literature I have ever written. Enjoy.

Warnings: Stepcest, age gap, unprotected piv, reader is a pervert with a wild imagination

You had a near giddy sense of optimism at the thought of that day's coming events. The lust was like an IV drip in your veins, spreading through your body rapidly enough to make you feel lightheaded from excitement. You tumbled out of bed and pranced towards the bathroom like a deer frolicking through a field, though with your hazy state of mind, it felt more like dragging yourself towards the bathroom with the helpless awareness of someone realizing they’d been slipped a drug. You swung open the door with such great ferocity you thought you might rip it off its hinges if you weren’t careful.

You tried to take relief in the surging water of the shower, cranking the handle the furthest you could; the bathroom filling with steam within minutes. You stood underneath the water, watching the way each droplet drummed against the bottom of your tub hypnotically. You thought of the boy you were hours away from meeting in an introductory dinner, your father informing you he was named John. From pictures your father had so graciously shown you, you knew he was your type. He looked considerably older than you, though not by too much. Young looking enough that people wouldn’t give you questioning looks if they saw you walking together in public hand in hand, or perhaps sharing a milkshake; seductively licking the whipped cream off the corner of his mouth before dipping your own finger in the fluffy confection.

His skin looked nearly wet in the picture your father showed you, standing next to his mother in some outside area (You barely remembered what she looked like, far too focused on him). The oily lubricants of sweat caused his hair to cling to his forehead; the effortless feather of his side-swept bangs that were just slightly too long framing his left eye. You’d imagined that if you pushed them back, the path of his shining forehead would be exposed. The thought alone made your heart quicken as if he had just stripped naked in front of you. You went on to imagine that after pushing back his bangs, you’d lick his forehead; likely tasting of the sweat on his inner thighs and the crevices of his torso.

You smiled at the thought as you slathered the syrupy body wash across your breasts, hoping your skin would ferment with the scent and create an intoxicating alcohol in the air. You began to imagine John inhaling the rousing fragrance of your cherry vanilla shampoo as you massaged your scalp; the result of accidentally leaning far too forward next to him while he showed you something on his phone screen, a swath of velvety hair brushing against his nose as he tried his best not to deeply inhale you. You soon became so dizzy from your own thoughts that you clumsily supported yourself on the shower wall before sliding down. You extracted the shower head from its holder before turning the notch to a narrow stream of high pressure and holding it between your legs the same way a medic would put an oxygen mask on a patient slipping from consciousness.

You chose your outfit for the day carefully. You decided that today you’d brandish a mini baby pink slip dress, the material imperceptibly sheer; slight enough that they wouldn’t be able to discern the outline of your lacy underwear; but sheer enough that upon closer inspection, they’d be able to make out the prints of your hardened nipples and the color of your smooth breasts. For the special occasion, you wore no bra but donned a simple white cropped cardigan. Only upon entering the privacy of John’s bedroom, if allowed, would you discard the fabric to allow the cold air of the house to make a show of your hardened nipples for your target. Until you were able to engage in true contact with the man, you’d use his hungry stares as sustenance. You’d imagined John had never been with someone so deliciously supple, someone so curvaceous and tempting, that he couldn’t mask the direction in which his eyes traveled and the delight at what he was looking at.

When you check the weather for the day, your heart swelled in satisfaction at the realization of what the record high southern heat would bring. You licked your lips as you watched the news anchor on TV, almost able to taste the flavor of John’s sweat on your tongue. The piquancy would cause your mouth to water in delight, and you began to clench your legs painfully together as if to muffle the screeching desire that clawed away at the ornately papered walls of your meridional mansion.

As you shuddered, your father walked into the living room with an equally blissful smile on his face. “Goodmorning, sweetheart.” He called before walking over and planting a tender kiss to your temple. “Are you ready for tonight?” You nodded enthusiastically, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically as you realized your own excitement. In the past, you had never been particularly keen on meeting your father’s girlfriends, but it wasn’t often they had a hot son under their wing and this situation seemed too good to pass up.

The ride to their house was torturous; restless in the passenger seat of your father’s corvette as he drove down the road. Even though he was already driving above the speed limit, a part of you wanted to shove your father out of the driver's seat and drive there on your own at record speed, pushing the gas pedal to its limits. You tried your best to not bite your nails, painted cherry squares that gleamed like red vinyl; it was a habit you had ditched in the throes of your childhood. As you and your father pulled into the driveway of a quaint suburban home, all judgment you might’ve initially had left you as you remembered the prize that awaited you inside; like a parcel sitting inside an ornately wrapped gift box. You squinted your eyes against the bleached out concrete of their driveway, looking past the beat up looking 1900 Audi 100 and towards the doorway. The stone paved walkway served as an umbilical path to the inside; the bottom of your Repetto Camille heels scraping against the granular surface of their front steps, each strike of your heel against the ground a sharp reminder of what awaits you. It felt like a daydream, like you were walking a path of luminous sugar.

The rap of your father’s knuckle against the front door snapped you back to reality, and you stood there skittishly. You straightened your posture and flashed your father an enthusiastic smile which he returned. The door creaked open in front of you, revealing the woman of your father’s affections, but not the man of yours. Nonetheless, you held your smile and greeted the woman. You watched as the two exchanged kisses on the cheeks, before she turned to face you.

“Oh it’s so good to meet you, (Name)!” She stuck her hand out to shake yours, which you gingerly accepted and shook. “I’ve heard so much about you.” She went on to say, which made you smile wider.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Ms. Marston.” You nodded, your eyes skidding to look behind her to see if John was there. A sense of disappointment began to swell within you as you considered the fact that he may not be there; he was a grown man after all, and he could decide whether or not he wanted to be present to meet his mother’s new partner. The realization felt akin to the bittersweet pain of heat leaving your genitals upon retracting your hand before you could reach orgasm.

“Please, step inside. Dinner is nearly ready.” She stepped aside to allow you in, and you did so in a sluggish manner. The woman led you down the hall, presumably to her living room. When you turned the foyer into the living room, you nearly crumpled to your knees.

There, on the couch, you beheld the love of your life. Your chest began to surge when he turned to face the three of you, at once standing in a show of practiced politeness. His awkward gait as he walked over nearly made you screech in desire. Now that he stood before you, you drank in details you weren’t able to capture from mere pictures. Healed scars almost white in comparison to his tanned, stubbled skin. The small bump on his nose as it curved to a rounded tip. The girth of his generous biceps, decorated in embellishing ink designs, not revealed in the portrait style pictures you had seen. The slight downturn of his brown eyes contrasting his rough features.

Before you knew it, he was standing before you, seemingly last in the assembly line to be greeted by him. “Nice to meet you, I’m John.” His southern drawl made you shiver, your teeth chattering as you lifted your hand to his. The initial feeling of skin to skin contact made you want to cry out; the single touch alone would’ve been enough to satiate you for the entire night and until your next meeting. But your longing grew teeth, and you were ready to maul the man before you. There was a distinct gentleness in the way you took his hand, flashing him your best smile as you batted your eyelashes. “I’m, (Name).” You chirped. “Pleasure to meet you.” And what a pleasure it would be, indeed, you thought. You noted the calluses on the tips of his fingers, imagining what their roughness might’ve felt like grinding into your clit. As the two of you parted hands, you smoothed the tips of your fingers over his wrist and slid them over his palm. You watched his face to pick up on any reactions to your strangely intimate gesture, relishing in the way his adams apple bobbed harshly.

“See, they’re already getting along.” Your father joked. You offered genuine laughter, finding amusement in the unintentional literalness of his statement.

“Oh, yes! Let me check up on dinner to see if it’s ready yet.” John's mother began walking towards the kitchen, to which your father followed closely behind her.

“I’ll come with you, the two can acquaint themselves for a bit.” He patted her shoulder, offering you and John a polite yet expectant smile. You and your father seemed to have a hive mind that night, because the set up couldn’t be any more perfect. You stepped around the arm rest of the couch and sat down on the cushioning, seemingly assessing the comfort of the pillows to see how well of a surface they’d make for cunnilingus.

Your attention was drawn back to John, who was sitting in a reclining chair vertical to the loveseat you sat on. “There’s some water on the table if you’d like some.” He motioned towards the tray on the table, which held 4 glasses.

“Thank you.” You said, a small purr in your inflection as you reached for a glass and brought it to your lips. John watched with near a hypnotized demeanor as you tipped the cup back, your rouge lipstick leaving a print on the side of the cup. He watched as the pink flesh of your tongue flicked over the rim of the cup tentatively, catching a few loose droplets of water. John looked so nervous he looked like he might throw up all over his shoes, and your small gestures were enough to start up a tremble in him.

“So,” you began, the sound of you setting your cup down causing John to jerk. “Tell me about yourself, John!” You said enthusiastically. You hadn’t noticed how wide you were grinning, perhaps too excited for a simple meeting. He looked at you as though you had just asked him the meaning of life. You gave him an encouraging nod, something you would’ve never otherwise done if this were any other boy. But you could make special exceptions.

He sat up and drummed on his thighs, deep in thought. “Uh, well… I’m twenty three-”

You couldn’t help but lick your lips at the mention of his age, passing it off as blithely wetting your dry lips. You listened attentively as he recounted the rudimentary details of his life, your eyes focusing on the scars littered across one side of his face. You imagined what it’d be like to skate your tongue across them, allowing your tongue to linger on one end before sliding back down the other direction.

“The car out in the front is mine, actually.” There was a small inflection of pride in his voice, though you couldn’t remember the conversation having gotten to the point of discussing cars in your daydream.

“Oh really? It’s quite nice.” You supposed talking up a man’s ego would be the easiest way to get him out his pants, and his car seemed to be a soft spot for him. Though comparably, if you were talking cars, you’d be doing him a service driving him around in yours. Imagine the fun you two would have! You’d pick him up in your baby blue audi roadster; he’d sit a bit awkwardly at first on the passenger side, his legs bent up too far to avoid having the skin on the back of his knees touch the hot leather of the seat. You’d drive him down an isolated road with the top down as you floored the gas, letting the wind hit your bodies in some form of foreplay. Before long, you’d be surrounded by overgrown greenery and untamed woods, and you’d tell him to slide his jeans down so you could pull his cock out and fellate him.

“Y’know, I actually have quite a few cars. Maybe you can check ‘em out sometime?” You offered, feigning innocence. His eyes widened slightly at your mentioning of having several cars of your own. “Yeah?” He asked in disbelief.

You nodded. “Yeah! Maybe I’ll even let you drive one.” You giggled, feeling exultation at making him laugh as well, even if it was nervous laughter. You hoped that upon accepting your invitation to view your cars in some impromptu meet, it’d be easy to seduce and fuck him in the back seat of one of your coupes.

"Ha, never imagined my mom would find herself a rich fella. Now I'll be able to borrow my rich sister's cars." Having him call you his sister felt like a kick in the skull, it was like being unwillingly pulled into a group project you had no intentions of being a part of. "Well, I'm not quite your sister." In an act of defiance, you shed the thin cardigan and puffed your chest out, pulling the thin strings tying the front together like you were unwrapping a gift; the lighting from the chandelier made your dress appear subtly translucent. You suppressed the smirk that threatened to come onto your face when you heard him cough and clear his throat. "Think of it as borrowing your friend's cars " You turned to look at him again, flashing a toothy smile that dismissed any ulterior motives.

"Uhm, yeah." His porcelain voice shivered with forming cracks. He crossed one thigh over the other, leaning back in his seat and sucking in a deep breath. Now that he was actually in front of you, you could take a moment to study his clothing of choice. It seemed that that day he himself had decided to brandish baggy black jeans that bunched around his ankles, and a black band shirt that read 'Alice In Chains'. Not only that, he had a few studded leather bracelets around his wrists. You wondered what he'd look like with a similar choker around his neck, attached to a leash as you sat on his back with a leather crop like he was your mount of choice.

"I like your style!" You complimented, taking another sip of your water. The remark seemed to work in your favor, causing him to sit up straight and smile in pride. Indeed, the way inside a man's heart, and pants, was to talk him up.

"Thank you, I like yours too." His tone was hushed, briefly flickering his eyes down your body before your father walked in. "Hey you two, dinner’s ready." He announced. You dropped all seductive pretenses and faced your father, pulling your cardigan back on while smiling. "Alright daddy!"

The two of you promptly followed behind Dutch, who already seemed to know his way around the house as he led you towards the dining room. John mechanically set the table as his mother droned on about how excited she was to have finally met you, putting a hand on your shoulder with familiar proximity. You did not mind the touch, but you detested the idea of it being perceived as motherly by your father or John. You sat across from John on the mahogany dinner table, which was a heartland expanse of wood long enough for you to lay down on as John pillaged you. Though the four sharp corners of the table were somehow symbolic; a reminder to not go out of bounds on this dinner.

The dinner went on as planned by your father: blithe introductions and a lighthearted atmosphere, your father encouraging you to speak of your achievements casually to show what a great unit the two of you were without sounding pretentious. Though you supposed speaking about all your pageantry awards and college certificates along with your impressive resume was anything but; feeling instead like you were in the middle of some high stakes interview that determined the rest of your life. In a way, you thought it did though. Afterall, the man of your dreams was sitting across from you, and you wanted to impress him. But John seemed to sink in his chair the more you spoke, his eyes flickering occasionally towards his mother, who's jaw only seemed to open wider the more you shared.

"Quite a daughter you've got, Dutch! You should be proud." She cheered, flashing you a warm smile in the process. You returned it before looking over across from you, and John himself seemed to be impressed. But it was more of an ashamed look, as if he were trying to telepathically communicate to his mother 'don't be disappointed in me because I don't have all those achievements under my belt'.

In an act of consolation, you slipped your foot out of your shoe and ran it up his leg, not once looking at him as you did so, stopping to rest your toes on his knee. Perhaps a rush of your judgment, but you felt his entire leg go rigid beneath your foot as he froze, his fork stopping mid way on its path towards his mouth. You continued conversation with your father like it was nothing, a skill born out of practice. You retracted your foot momentarily, an imaginary static shock connecting the two of you as you flickered your eyes towards him briefly, who was staring back at you with aroused disbelief.

"Would you like some more water, (Name)?" John's mother asked, pitcher in hand. You nodded and thanked her, watching the way the cup filled before flashing John a more sultry smile, knowing and empathetic. It said all the words you could not speak out loud. You rested your chin on the back of your hand as you listened to John's mother speak about the multiple clients she saw a day as a real estate agent. You took John's reaction as a green light, opting towards a more bold move. The initial touch had been a pop quiz, now this was the big exam. Once again, your foot traveled up his shin, stopping only for a moment at his knee, as if waiting for one last sign of rejection, before reaching past his thigh and landing at his crotch, rubbing front to back again and again while your father spoke of his own business. Upon applying more pressure to his half erect genitals with the sole of your foot, John's knee reflexively jerked and slammed up into the table, causing you to pull your foot back and shove it into your shoe before anyone could see what you were doing.

Dutch and John's mother looked at each other before looking at John in confusion. "Are you okay, hon?" His mother asked. Her concern-laden question made you want to laugh. John cleared his throat and nodded, shifting in his seat.

"Yeah, mom." He confirmed. She didn't appear too convinced, but she didn't want to rouse any sort of uncomfortable conversation in the middle of dinner. You smiled to yourself in satisfaction, a small victory cheer playing out in your head. The rest of dinner went without a hitch, occasionally stopping to rest your foot on top of John's shoe. He still held an expression of confusion and disbelief, a tinge of arousal; but not once did he move his foot away.

By the end of dinner, John's mother insisted he show you to his room so you could see all his rock memorabilia, something she thought a woman of your age would enjoy seeing. And while you had never dabbled in the more alternative side of fashion and music, it was certainly something that you thought made a man more attractive. John had a stiff air about him as the two of you got up and excused yourself from the dinner table, and you reveled in his tenseness as you walked alongside him. He was quiet the entire walk as if in deep contemplation, not once looking at you out of fear that if he did, he might turn to see some sort of succubus had taken your place. Though once you reached the steps leading up to the second floor, you made a point of stepping directly in front of John as you traversed upwards.

You could feel his eyes train on your ass, the shortness of your dress and the movement of your hips affording him a peek beneath the hem of your dress and to your lace clad ass. As if you were a magician hypnotizing him with some sort of mystical locket by swaying it back and forth, he followed you up in a trance. It wasn't until you stopped at the top of the stairs, turning your torso to face him, did he rip his eyes away from your posterior and up to face you. You smirked unabashedly, as if to tell him you caught him staring.

"Which room is yours?" You asked, looking back to the hallway.

"Oh, right this way." There was a small pep in his step as he led you down the carpeted hall. When he reached the door, he pushed it open and stepped aside to allow you in.

"Ladies first." He said, a tinge of amusement in his voice.

"What a gentleman." You said as you stepped in. You stood in the center of his room, looking around at its slightly disheveled state. He clearly hadn't anticipated having anyone in his room that night, only expecting a quaint dinner. His walls were decorated with several posters of bands, all dressed in a similar fashion as him while carrying electric guitars and wildly thrashing their hair. His navy blue bed sheets on his unmade that you so badly wanted to throw yourself onto face first before inhaling deeply. He had a few guitars of his own propped up against the wall, and you took an instant liking to the bright red one. There were stray t-shirts littered across the floor; his closet door bulging open to reveal more black clothes.

"I like your room, it's so you." You smiled at him, crossing your arms beneath your chest. John stepped fully inside, closing the door behind him but leaving it slightly ajar.

"Thanks, I'd say it's real uh, expressive." He said, which made you giggle.

"You play?" You pointed towards the instruments, only then taking note of the amp positioned behind them.

"Yeah, I'm actually in a band."

This new piece of information was absolutely delightful, and it made you perk up. "Oh really?" You asked, leaning forward in interest. He showed that same bit of pride, gaining confidence at your sudden inquiry.

"Yeah, I'm the lead guitarist." He boasted, sitting down on the bed behind you. You looked at the spot directly next to him, and asked "May I?"

Before he could realize what you were asking, he nodded yes. The realization of what he agreed to came when you sat down so close next to him that your thighs were shy of touching each other. He made no comment about it, only deeply inhaling to steady his breath. The casualty of your prior conversation almost made him nearly forget about the little trick you pulled downstairs at dinner.

"Uhm.." He began, opening his mouth to speak but closing it as if unsure how to start. He looked at you and squinted his eyes, confused by the perplexed expression on your face feigning innocence.

"Downstairs, uh…" You cocked your brow in faux confusion, as if you had no idea where he was going with this. The action alone made John feel crazy, as if he had imagined the whole scene in its entirety and by mentioning it, you'd look at him in appalled disbelief for even imagining something so lewd with his new step sister.

Before he could continue, you cut him off. "Hey John, I have a question."

He pursed his lips before gulping. "What is it?"

"When your mother showed you the picture of my dad and I, did you touch yourself to the thought of me?"

The forwardness of the question made John’s eyes widen to gargantuan proportions. He raised one of his brows at you as if to assess whether you were serious or not, and for a moment, you felt the unfamiliar fear of the possibility of your assumptions being wrong. To emphasize how serious you were, you began undoing the front strings of your cardigan again, letting it slide down your arms along with a singular spaghetti strap, which you made a point not to fix as it slid down your shoulder.

“Uhm… I…” His hesitancy to answer was an answer of its own. You smiled and leaned into his arm, feeling the rigidity of his body. You looked at his face; he looked as though he were weighing out his options. You were sure that if you could read his mind, one end of the balancing scale would have “Remain decent during this joining of two families”, and the other end would read “Fuck my super hot step sister who clearly wants me.” And you were certain that the latter was outweighing the former.

“Well,” You began, ghosting your fingers on his thighs. “I have.” His breath hitched, eyes fixed on where your hand was. “All I can think about is touching you. I want to touch you so badly, and I want you to touch me.” You brought your face closer to his, awaiting any sort of response. He didn’t seem quite as convinced as you wanted him to be though.

“I know you want to.” You purred, laying your palm flat on his thigh, shy of a few inches from his cock. “I saw the way you were looking at me in the living room. And I know you were looking at my ass when we were going up the stairs. Just admit it.” John looked off to the side shamefully as though he’d been caught walking into a room he wasn’t welcome into. You were sure that if this were under any other circumstances, John would’ve pounced on you with as much fervor by now. But the step siblings aspect added an extra layer of shame that you viewed as unnecessarily tedious.

“John.” You said more firmly, cupping his stubbled cheek and turning him to face you directly. “Touch me.”

His hands came to the sides of your face as he lowered his mouth onto yours. You felt his pulse strike against your fingers as you continued to hold him, willfully opening your mouth in the beginning of a hungry kiss. Instantly, John shoved his tongue into your mouth, the nascent feeling of metal on his tongue as he created a sucking motion with each kiss making you shiver. You moaned into the kiss, sucking and kissing anything your mouth came into contact with. He abandoned all hesitant pretenses as his hands began to roam your body, groping and squeezing anything that filled his palm. His touches were so confident and intentional, it appeared as though he had never been scared at all. He seemed to have a perfect lexicon of your body inside his mind, knowing exactly where to touch without looking.

You turned to face him better on the bed, swinging one of your thighs over his lap. As you two separated from the kiss, his needy hands came to your straps and hooked two fingers around them, looking to you for permission before he pulled them down.

“But you’re my brother.” You joked, faking a pout.

“Your STEP-brother.” He clarified. Without another word, he yanked the strings down, exposing your pert chest and hardened nipples. He lowered his mouth to a nipple before taking it in between his lips, pulling it along with his teeth as he sucked. You lowered your head and watched the pink on skin contact, your nipple beginning to glisten with John’s saliva. You gasped and threw your head back, holding his crown in place as his tongue piercing swirled around the bud.

You reached your arms across his back and began clawing at the shirt he was wearing, pulling it up along his back until he helped you pull it over his head, temporarily interrupting his ministrations. After delivering the same attention to your other nipple, he began yanking the rest of your dress down along your body. You lifted your ass in assistance, giggling at the way he flung it across the room, hanging on the headstock of his red guitar.

“Damn, girl, you are stunning.” He smirked, taking a moment to admire your perfectly taut torso before smoothing his hands over the skin. “And you smell amazing.” He added. His comments nearly made you blush. You flung your heels off across the room, leaving you in only your red lacy underwear.

“Your turn.” You whispered, winking at him. He stood hastily and began removing his studded belt, dropping his jeans quickly after and clumsily pulling them off his ankles. His excitement made you laugh, you thought he might trip from how quickly he was moving. You licked your lips at the sight of the trail of hair dusted across his naval, disappearing beneath the waistband of his boxers; it appeared as if it were some wispy chocolate confection drizzled over his body. At this point, he joined you back in bed, remaining in his own underwear. You eyed the noticeable bulge in his underwear, a tiny wet spot where his tip lay.

“Someone’s excited.” You teased, tracing the scar that ran along his cheek.

“Shit, with someone as smokin’ as you, who wouldn’t be.” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your neck, his teeth grazing your pulse. The two of you shared a moment of lighthearted giggles as he pulled you along further on the bed.

“You ever had a girl?” You asked. You supposed you knew the answer, but you wanted to hear it come from his mouth. Your hands wrapped around his cloth covered cock and began to stroke leisurely.

“One, but besides that, I haven’t done much.” His labored breath sounded like he was running from something. “How come?” You asked. “You’re certainly handsome.”

He shrugged, shaking his head as he tipped it back on his sternum. “No one will have me, I guess.” He laughed in self pity. In response, you squeezed his cock before lifting your hand from the wad of fabric shaped around his erection. You hooked your fingers on the elastic of his underwear, pulling it down as the head of his cock snagged on the waistband before springing free. You smirked at the sight of his Jacob's ladder piercing.

“I like it.” You complimented, looking back up at him. “Real adventurous.”

“I guess the pain would have been worth it after all.” He joked.

You lowered your head above his cock, your hair falling around you. You exhaled onto him, bathing his tip in your warm breath. With that, you licked your lips, lowering them over him, leaving a pink print wherever your lips paused. You heard a guttural moan above you, his fingers resting over your scalp as if debating whether he should grasp your roots or not. You slowly arched your neck, extending your throat until it came to his base. You delighted in the feeling of metal against your tongue, fluttering it against his underside. He made gasping noises and began bucking his hips, writhing in a disoriented way that made the tip of his cock bump against the back of your throat.

You gave him a few minutes of skilled sucking, your throat producing various wet slurps and gags as you fucked your own throat on his cock. You brushed your hair behind your ear, looking up at him through your lashes. His face twitched and contorted in pleasure, his mouth hanging open in a silent moan. You began tasting the salty bitters of pre-ejaculate on your tongue, hollowing your cheeks as you pulled your head back on his tip, giving a few more harsh sucks before popping off of it. His erection glistened and bobbed in the air as you looked up at him seductively, licking your lips before leaning back up towards eye level. His eyes remained trained on his own cock, looking as if to see if it was still attached.

“Your turn.” You whispered before placing your fingertips on his chest, pushing him back to lay on the bed, his head landing comfortably on his pillow. His lips twitched into an excited smile as you shuffled over him, your knees on either side of his torso. His shaky hands came to grip the back of your thighs, his pointer fingers digging into the plump flesh where your thigh curved into your ass.

You couldn’t believe how close the two of you were to actually fucking. You had a small growing sense of paranoia that your father or John’s mother may decide to walk upstairs, the carpeted floor cushioning their muted footsteps. That they’d throw the door open and see the clothes strewn across the floor, before landing on you sitting atop of John. You sweeped the thought away, deciding to enjoy this for as long as possible. You gripped the head board as you walked your knees to the sides of his neck, looking down at his excited face.

“You know what would be really hot?” You asked, squaring your cunt in front of his mouth. “If you took ‘em off with your teeth.” He leaned up with the obedience of a dog, pinching the elastic between his front teeth before sliding them down, his canines lightly scraping the tender flesh of your thigh. You shuddered as goosebumps wracked your body, the feeling of his nose traveling down your pubic bone making you want to cry out in ecstasy. Your thighs nearly sandwiched his neck, and as your panties pooled at your knees, it only required a slight tilt of your pelvis before you straddled his face fully, releasing your weight onto his mouth. His hands came to grip your ass, squeezing and pulling the globes of flesh in opposite directions.

His lips quickly latched onto your clit, sucking before he opened his mouth and flattened his tongue along your cunt; the feeling of cold metal making you yelp. Without waiting for the green light, you began grinding down onto his face. You bit your lip to avoid the risk of being found out, scrunching your face up at your best attempt to keep quiet. The bottom half of John’s face quickly became marinated in your enthusiasm, eating you out with the same eagerness as if he had just got a new car and was driving it for the first time.

He moaned into your pussy, his tongue laving between your lips and labia, circling your clit before sliding back down to your molting hole. He slid his wet muscle inside you, effectively tongue fucking you as you ground your clit into his nose. He gave your ass a playful spank, a sharp quick cut into the static haziness of your wanton acts which made you keenly aware of the fact either of your parents might’ve heard that. But you couldn’t find it in you to chastise him, he was far too engrossed in eating you out, and very excitedly.

John gripped your ass more forcefully now, manually shoving your cunt further onto his face as he continued to suck and lick. He was doing this with the full intention of making you cum. You bit the back of your hand, grinding so hard into his face you thought you might break the mattress. With a few more harsh sucks, you felt a flash of heat as you came all over John’s mouth and chin, barely able to suppress your cry of euphoria. He wrapped his mouth fully around your cunt, swallowing as much of your cum as he could before going back to sucking on your oversensitive clit. Your grinds slowed to a halt before you climbed off his head, seeing just how spent and drenched his face was.

You laughed in amusement. “My god.” You continued to giggle, feeling a sense of tenderness for him. He had a satisfied smile on his face as he laughed.

“How’d I do?” He lifted himself on his elbows as you moved off of him, leaning your back against the wall as you shed your panties off of your legs fully.

“Well you made me cum so I’d say pretty fucking good.” You giggled, patting him on the knee. Your cunt was a spent pool of pleasure, but the ache inside you continued to burn. You imagined he felt the same way, his cock somehow harder and in more need of touch.

“Take these off fully, already.” You pouted, moving to yank his underwear fully off his legs, throwing it into the pile of clothes next to his bed. You turned to face him. “How do you wanna fuck me?” You asked. He sat up suddenly and moved to the side, patting the pillow where he once laid.

“I wanna look at you while we do it.” Wordlessly, you followed his order and laid on your back, hugging your knees to your chest as he positioned himself above you. He took your ankles and settled them on his shoulders, giving the sides of your feet a kiss before gripping his cock and guiding it inside you. You nodded in encouragement, your mouth falling into a silent o as he slid in slowly to the hilt. He sucked in shaky breaths, trying his best to contain any sounds. He decided to lean forward and over to his night stand, pulling out a random CD before popping it into the player atop. At once, the sound of guitars and drums and smooth vocals filled the room, masking any sounds you made. He cranked the volume up, hastily beginning to thrust inside you.

It was the perfect cover up, one John’s mom wouldn’t question. It made sense, after all, for John to be sharing some of his music taste with you up in his bedroom, no matter how obnoxiously loud it might be. The two of you began in a chorus of moans and grunts, the wet sounds of skin on skin accompanying the playing of the band. John paused his movements momentarily to reach for an extra pillow aside your head before shoving it under your hips, helping him in elevating your pelvis. You let out a particularly loud squeal at the newly reached depth, letting loose a stream of obscenities about how good John was fucking you.

His hair began sticking to his forehead the same way it did in that one photograph, the sight of it making your cunt tighten around him. You dragged him down toward you by the arm, before sweeping his bangs to the side and landing a stripe of saliva on his forehead. The racy flavor made you shudder in delight, and you moved to wrap your arms around John’s neck to hold him in place. He buried his head into the crook of your neck, gripping the headboard as both of your bodies jerked from each movement. If the bed was squeaking, you wouldn’t have known; far too stimulated by the sounds of your bodies moving in tandem along with Chino Moreno’s singing.

John lifted his face to press his sweaty forehead to yours, an expression of pure ecstasy on his debauched features. The functioning awareness of his brain lagging behind his own body as it tried to register what had just happened, what was currently happening, and what was about to end. His eyes opened momentarily and you saw a sense of bewilderment for his own actions, before shutting slowly again in bliss. An involuntary and guttural noise left his mouth as he came inside you. The uncontrolled wince of his face combined with the spreading warmth in your abdomen tipped off your own orgasm, and you came harder than you had before. In the moment, you hadn’t registered that the way you screamed was akin to the primal screech one would release upon being fatally wounded.

As the next track on the album came to an end, the two of you remained in the same position catching your breaths. John seemed to snap back to his senses when he looked down to where you connected, a ribbon of cum dripping out of you. When he removed himself his horrors were only confirmed further.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I-I’ll pay for your plan b, I-” You sat up and waved your hand dismissively.

“On the pill, don't worry.” You reassured, which seemed to effectively calm his nerves. You sat up again, resting your back on the headboard.

“Wow.” He said, smiling at you widely.

“Wow, indeed.” You said.

“That was the best sex of my life.” He slapped your thigh before rubbing it, which you welcomed by placing your hand over his. “There’s more where that came from.” You winked once again and leaned forward to kiss him. The two of you shared a non-sexually charged kiss before separating.

“Alright.” You pat his knee, “Let’s get dressed now before my dad or your mom come up.”

The two of you got dressed simultaneously, slipping your dress on quickly before studying your hair and makeup in a nearby mirror. You picked up your panties and tossed them back towards John, who just barely caught them.

“Keep 'em, as a trophy.” You giggled as you watched him stuff them in his pocket. “Will do.”

The two of you made a haste trip to the bathroom to clean yourselves up and make sure you looked presentable before going back downstairs again. The two of you shared a tender moment where you dabbed away the sweat on each other's foreheads with crumpled up tissues. Upon your return downstairs, you found your respective parents sitting on the couch chatting, before they turned to face you two.

“How’d you two get along?” Asked Dutch. John’s mother looked on in enthusiasm, clapping her hands together. “I’m assuming well, John put on one of his favorite CDs to show you after all.” She cooed. The two of you looked at eachother knowingly with blithe laughter that suggested nothing out of the ordinary had happened at all.

“Yeah,” You began. “I think we’re gonna get along great.”

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MX - Deftones

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Adamsapple + Cain and angst

Since Lucifer did sleep with Eve before her and Adam were banished from Eden, Cain, Adam and Eve’s firstborn son, would be Lucifer’s kid. On Earth, it was quite obvious that Cain wasn’t Adam’s kid—due to Adam’s other children looking a lot like him and not Cain—blond hair, red cheeks, the same eye colour as Lucifer’s, and he was WAY shorter than his younger adult, half, siblings (probably around 5’4’’ and his half siblings were like in the 6-7’’). Adam does—really does—be the best good father for Cain and his 50+ sons and 50+ daughters. But everything didn’t last.

Death of Abel broke the family.

Cain never forgive himself and never forget. Even his death, being crushed by his stone house, he couldn’t forgive himself. In Hell, after getting a “nice reunion” with Abel, he wanted to see his father. So he waited. He was alone in a crowded place.

After the second death of Adam, Cain became a new resident of the hotel like his father (Abel not there because: “He wanted proof that someone like Cain can be redeemed,”).

So after that Adam and Cain made up, and Adam Lucifer were secretly dating in the background (Adam never told him that Cain was his biological son), somehow Lucifer figured out that Cain was his son.

So, after like nine thousand years not knowing that he had a son, the devil decided to be the “dad” that Cain wanted in his mind. Cain is a daddy boy but only to Adam.

So, Lucifer would take Cain with to do “a father and son bonding time”. He did what he thought Cain would like (Lucifer treated the first murderer if he was kid Charlie). Cain hated every moment of this. He was pretty sure that he died again somehow and this was second hell.

It was very obvious that Cain hated this—hell, Cain literally said he didn’t like this and he wanted to go to his dad, Adam. Lucifer would laughed and just think that Cain being angsty (like emo Charlie).

It got so bad for Cain that broke down in front of his father, Adam, in tears and begged him to not make him go with Lucifer again.

After Adam promised Cain he would and calming him down, he brought Lucifer in their Cain (Cain was in his own room in the hotel).

Lucifer: “So… What did you want to talk about?”

Adam; trying to keep his cool: “This is about Cain.”

Lucifer: “Oh! What about him? I think I’m getting to him, you know?”

Adam: “What are you when you’re with Cain, Lucifer?”

Lucifer: “I beg your pardon?”

Adam: “Did you went fucking deaf now?

Lucifer: “I—I just took him out for father and son bonding like you did since he is my kid—“

Adam: “Oh, really? Cain just broke down in tears and begged to not go out with you!”

Lucifer: “What?”

Adam: “He’s not Charlie! He’s Cain! He may be your biological son! He doesn’t see you as a father! I raised him. I saw what he can and could do. I bet you don’t even know what he did to Abel, do you?!? You were never there! Stop trying to fix what you see is broken!”

Lucifer: “Adam, I didn’t know I had a son until a few weeks ago! You never told me about him!”

Adam: “Why would I tell one of the most important person I my life to you?!?”

Lucifer: “Adam—“

Adam: “Why are you always like this!?! When you get something in that snake head of yours, you just force it on everybody else!”

Lucifer: “I don’t do that!”

Adam: “You did it in Eden! Your hobby, your own relationship with Lilith and your daughter, me, and now Cain!”

Lucifer: “Adam…”

Adam: “Don’t ‘Adam’ me, motherfucker! You may be blood related to Cain. Cain may look like you. Hell, he even acts like you. But that doesn’t make him your son.”

Holy shit dude.

But yeah, Adam has a point just because someone is your bio kid doesn't mean you're their father especially if someone else raised them.

The fucking therapy bill for this family would be astronomical.

[yuratheicequeenn]

A/n: Heyyy Yura here! I don't see much My Little Pony x Twisted Wonderland fanfics, so i decided to write my own! My little pony was my favorite show i watched when i was a kid! Even now i still watch and enjoy it!Enjoy reading! And remember to always stay healthy and do good deeds! 💕

A Twisted Harmony (MLP x TWST)

Chapter 1: Falling into another world

"Why are we out here again?" Leona sighed walking into the deep woods with everybody from NRC

"Becauuseee! We decided to go out camping like a family! And Lilia's the dad! And Riddle's the mom!" Yuu smiled as she pointed at Lilia who was floating and giggling and Riddle making a confused expression "Why am i the mom...? What gender roles are we pushing here?" Riddle facepalmed which made everybody giggled

"I know their probably thinking i'm like the son, but i'm not. I'll be the gay emo cousin" Idia smiled jokingly

"I will be the son! The hot shot! Who's only dream... is to be a star" Deuce chimed in

"I feel like i'd be uhhh... fresh out of jail uncle?" Ashton shrugged

"And i'm the sassy aunt, who talks sh*t about everyone" Vil smirked looking at himself in his mirror

Everyone laughed as they all talked before Ortho stopped floating before scanning an area

"Everyone, there's an area with an aura i cannot explain" Ortho pointed as he started typing his scanning files

Everybody looked back at where Ortho was pointing at before Ace stepped forward to check it out, he removed the bushes out of the way before seeing a place with a magical portal...

"What... is that?" Silver blinked twice as he looked shocked seeing something like this in a forest

"Ooohh~! It's so bright and pink!" Floyd grinned as he hugged onto Yuu

"Umm... do you think we should-?"

"Hold it! We don't know what might happen if we get sucked in!" Riddle held out an arm to stop Yuu from getting closer

"Riddle has a point... but... why do you think it's here?" Jamil put a hand on his chin looking at the magical portal

"Ehhh, let's go insideee! This interests me! Even Shrimpy wants to go in~! Don't ya?" Floyd laughed looking down at Yuu

"Mhmm! Let's go go gooo!" Yuu ran towards the portal with Floyd following her

"HENCHMEN WAITTTTT!" Grim flew quickly into the portal catching up to them

"GRIM!" Riddle immediately ran to the portal

"FLOYD!" Azul and Jade shouted as they also ran

"RIDDLE!" Trey and Cater ran to the portal trying to catch up as well

"PUPPIES! NO!" Crewel ran to the portal getting sucked in

"CHILD OF MAN?!"

"WAKASAMA WAIT!"

"POTATO!"

"HERBIVORE!"

Everybody panicked and they all went into the portal and they screamed as they we're spinning around

Soon, they all fell into another world

"Ughhh..." Riddle groaned as he tried getting up rubbing his forehead as he saw the others still laying on the ground, his vision started coming back as he saw... a village, he quickly regained his senses as he quickly tried to shook the others

"Trey! Cater! Ace! Deuce! Everyone wake up!" Riddle shouted as he continued shooking them, making them groaned and some of them trying to get up "What... what happened...?" Kalim asked rubbing his eyes

"We all fell into the magic portal we saw from the forest, and somehow we ended up in another world" Riddle responded

"Sorry Riddle..."

"No no, it's ok Rose" Riddle sighed patting Yuu's back

"Well, we should probably explore and try to find someone who can help us" Epel got up dusting himself

"Epel's right, we need to find a way back to our world" Jack nodded

"Well right now we need to find somebody!" Crowley put his hands on his hips

They all nodded and went to go to the village, Yuu was blinking looking at the place 'Is this what i think it is-?' Yuu thought to herself, then they we're all stunned to saw... horses?!

"What the... horses?" Leona looked dumbfounded

Yuu gasped as she recognized this place "It's... Ponyville!"

They all looked at Yuu, surprised she knows this place

"Prefect... you know this place?" Ace raised an eyebrow

"Mhmm! This is Ponyville! It's from a cartoon show i watched when i was a kid!"

"So... a cartoon show about... magical... horses?" Ruggie crossed his arms tilting his head

"Their 'ponies' to be exact-" Yuu corrected

Yuu then pointed at the skies and the rest of the other ponies "Those are regular earth ponies, and those are unicorns and up there are pegasus'" Yuu explained

"Hmm... how fascinating" Malleus put a finger on his chin "Might be a little weird... cause we're humans here minus the merfolks, beast men, Jamil, Malleus, Lilia and Sebek" Riddle replied

"That's trueee... i mean, it's the least weirdest things the ponies have seen" Yuu shrugged

"What... do you mean by that exactly potato?" Vil raised an eyebrow

"Oh- nothing" Yuu smiled

"What are those tattoos they have near their butts-" Ruggie pointed out, making Yuu laughed at what he said

"Those are called 'cutie marks' it's what kind of talent they have based on the appearance of the mark"

"Oohh~! So like, when they find their talent it magically appears?" Lilia smiled floating beside Yuu

"Mhmm! That's what it is"

The ponies all looked at them wondering what kind of creature they are but just shrugged it off, some keep staring, suddenly there was faint sounds of bouncing was heard, as they all turned to see a pink pony with curly hair and a balloon cutie mark which was blue and yellow.

[zapreportsblog]

Writing Prompts

1. Ignorance is a disease so back up asshole, I ain’t trying to catch your germs

2. “Look around, what do you see? Nothing? Yeah, cause that’s how many fucks were given!”

3. “Your hot temper makes for a great heater.”

4. “You’re the cum drop your mother should’ve swallowed.”

5. “Don’t speak please, you’re lowering this whole neighborhoods IQ.”

6. “I’m in shock, see I’m wearing a blanket.”

7. “Fallings just like falling expect with a more permanent destination in mind.”

8. “Super weird.”

9. “Bitch don’t kill my vibe.”

10. “Flex tape, stronger then your relationship.”

11. “Bippity Boppity back the fuck up.”

12. “If I had a dollar for every time I was called ugly I’d be broke cause bitch, I’m gorgeous.”

13. “You think you got problems with me, but baby I don’t even think about you. You mad at everything I do, but what are you up to I haven’t a clue. Cause baby you’re dead to me, how can I be dead to you? You’re looking way too obsessed.”

14. “Leave me alone you little fucker.”

15. “God this is so fucked up.”

16. “Older shits teach littler shits shit the elder shits should’ve taught them.”

17. “When we get in here don’t touch shit, don’t look at shit, don’t ask for shit, because we ain’t getting it.”

18. “Be careful who you call a child because you know what that makes you? A pedophile! And I’ll be damned if I sit here and be lectured by a pervert!”

19. “Bold of you to assume I even think.”

20. “I will destroy you on this court yard, I will ruin all that you love, slaughter your hopes and your dreams. I will rip you limb from limb and stand over your fallen corpse, and once that is all over I will laugh at your misery. I will be your demise!”

21. “You guys are pros right? Then why does it feel like I’m going against toddlers that barley knows how to walk right?!”

22. “Thanks, it’s the trauma.”

23. “You better not disrespect me because who you gonna send to check me?”

24. “After all these hands are rated E for everybody!”

25. “Speak for yourself. At least I don’t have more conversations with the memorial statue then with actually people.”

26. “I’m not sure if I should take that as a compliment or not.”

27. “I’m not really a murderer but when I play GTA 5; I turn into Jeffery Dahmer.”

28. “Being jealous is a disease, get well soon bitch.”

29. “ I know I’m handsome but having you stare at me is kind of a turn off.”

30. “No matter what it is, I always get what I want.”

31. “Cause I was born with this pretty face, so of course only pretty things can be worn by me.”

32. “ If I wanted to kill myself I will climb up your ego and jump to your IQ level.”

33. “Would you let me make a dildo of your penis?”

34. “Ya know, talk shit get hit?”

35. “Why is big birds emo son talking to me?”

36. “You know I really like confident women .”

37. “And I like men in my age group.”

38. “Run and I’ll break your legs. Attack and I’ll break your necks.”

39. “Listen there isn’t a single language on earth that has a word for how little I care. A super computer that calculates for a thousand years cannot even approach the number of fucks I do not give.”

40. “Once I find them I’ll peel their skin from off their muscles and feed it to the creatures of the forest, watching as they drink their blood like holy wine.”

41. “So let me tell you one last time so we're clear

42. You don't want to take the path you took to get here. If you pop that lip I will rock your shit. Stop playing with the fire, you are not that lit On monday you can get it! On tuesday you can get it! On wednesday you can get it! What about thursday? You can get it! On friday you can get it! On saturday you can get it! How about sunday? You can get it! And every single day you can get it.”

43. “ It’s heretopaternal superfecundation, mom had a threesome and got two mistakes instead of one.”

44. “As long as my fucks to care are flying around and no one catching them it’ll continue to be that way, no fucks given.”

45. “You must be into some kinky shit if you put your honored guest into chains and cuffs.”

46. “Mate, I’ll fucking spin your jaw.”

47. “It’s the borderline incest for me beloved.”

48. “Mhmm now apologize you fuckin goofy.”

49. “Now remember what I told you, walk straight even if you’re gay.”

50. “I can’t talk right now, I’m doing bad bitch shit.”

51. “If I hated any of you then I would’ve either killed you all off one by one or just left.”

52. “Why don’t you slip into something more comfortable? Like a coma.”

53. “I was not born with enough middle fingers.”

54. “My depression is vicious, but this ass is delicious. Dinner is served bitch.”

55. “You wanna talk about the seatbelt rule! How about we talk about the shut the fuck up rule!”

56. “ Hippity hoppity your grave is on my property.”

57. “You speak to your mother with that mouth?”

58. “ No, but I suck your father’s off with it.”

59. “I’m sick you assholes. Baby me!”

60. “Your first orgy! I approve. Especially the tall one. He'd make an excellent consort."

61. “What did I tell you about speaking of orgies so freely in front of mortals? It's weird. Especially since you're my dad. You're not supposed to approve of these things."

62. “Ding dong the witch is dead."

63. "This drink is my weakness and she knows it. Bitch."

64. “Because they're never gonna see that coming." You say, matter of factly. "They pull back the curtain like re-re and you're like re-re yourself, motherfucker!"

65. “And then you stab them in the eye. You thought the psycho was out there? Surprise! The psycho's in here with the Olay body wash on her."

66. “Oh shit, he's trying to say something. Quick get the Speak-n-Spell!"

67. “The total number of fucks I give are equal to the number of living relatives Sasuke has.”

68. “Haven't you seen my halo, darling? I'm an angel." 

69. “ Can I call you a waste of time? Because that’s what you feel like to me.”

70. “He looks like my depression in human form.”

71. “He looks like he could be my sleep paralysis demon.”

72. “If depression and anxiety had a child he would be that child.”

73. “Oh you shouldn’t talk so big it makes your height look bad.”

74. “Sucking the life out of you guys like depression on a Tuesday.”

75. “I’m lazy not stupid.”

76. “I can't be sad. It is a state of mind which is simply not accessible to me. But this doesn't mean that i am happy all the time because this emotion is suppressed, barely there. Mostly i am in a state of...resignation. Calmness. No matter what situation. I do feel getting touched. But i don't feel pain. At all. So none.”

77. “You could basically rip my eyes out and i would only feel a slight movement and a soft touch. I don't feel exhaustion. I don't feel hunger. Sometimes i forget to breathe. I mean...my body still does that automatically but...meditating can get pretty dangerous for me.”

78. “Think of it that way. Everything around us, is god. The cells. The air. Atomic bonds. Life itself. The movement of the leaves in the wind and the smell of the coffee in front of you. It is around us. In us. Something. Call it molecules. Call it Allah. Call it God. Call it Science. Gravity is god. Carbon dioxide is god. You. Are a tiny bit of god. God is just a word. Something, a word, a thought to share. A reason to life. Live itself. You don't have to be a Jew a Muslim a Buddhist a Christian or an Atheist to know, that the world around you exists. Maybe there is a Plan. Maybe there is a spiritus sancti. Maybe, there is a soul and maybe there isn't. We do not know. But we know of our world. We know of us. Maybe the cells in our body's weren't meant to mutate. Maybe they were. We do not know. But we can believe. That is the difference, between us. A believing and a none believing person. And the difference is, that there is none. We are the same. Thinking about the same, knowing and not knowing the same facts. Simply chose to call it differently."

79. “I’m not here to boost your ego Walmart Superman.”

80. “This is my ninja way.”

81. “They say I care I didn’t care when my dog died.”

82. “I really don’t think barging is the right word… strolled is a more accurate description, I think.”

83. “Of course. I’d tie them up. First I’d remove each nail and when it got inflamed, I’d dip it in salt. They screamed so loud, you have no idea. Then I start to amputate. I’d remove one finger each day, then the toes. Then the hand, then feet, moving my ways up. They wouldn’t die since I would cauterize their wounds. Then I’d play with them. I’d throw screw drivers, knifes, and needles at them. I have a terrible shot you know… or do I?”

84. “I rip their hair out with my own hands and feed it to them. I’d shove my fingers into their eyes till they pop out. The genitals are always last to go. Even if they admit in the beginning, I’d still do it. I’d then dump their bodies for the little birdies and critters to nibble at.”

85. “Treat me like a joke and I’ll leave you like it’s funny.”

86. “I don’t want you guys to think I’m some good guy cause if I got the chance I would sacrifice you all in a heartbeat.”

87. “You fuck me but won’t marry me! How does that work?!”

88. “Shut your mouth!”

89. “Oh I thought you liked it wide open.”

90. “I’m the person who’s gonna cut ya dick off and glue it to ya forehead so you look like a lilting unicorn.”

91. “Who the fuck are you?”

92. “Nobody gives me butterflies anymore, just anger issues.”

93. “Fuck you goatman!”

94. “Mentally sick, physically thick.”

95. “Congratulations, you played yourself.”

96. “I use my tears as hand sanitizer because there’s nothing riper then depression in it’s purest form.”

97. “Always in the sun, but no ones son is ever in me.”

98. “Well if he says I am baby then I am baby. Goo goo ga ga motherfuckers.”

99. “Is this a new technique for kidnapping kids?”

100. “Cry like a little girl. Run like a slave. But when I catch that ass boy, you gonna behave.”

101. “Call me a escalator cause I always let people down.”

102. “Call me a tree cause they always picking on me.”

103. “Call me my dad cause I’m never around.”

104. “Dark humor cause even orphans gotta laugh, shopping which is weird cause I will dead wear the same shit for a month straight, laundry - it’s something about seeing the clothes and everything drown that gets me going.”

105. “They play dumb I play dumber looks like we spongebob and Patrick now.”

106. “Roses are red, Memes are neat. I wanna die, LMFAO YEET.”

107. “If you feel like the world is eating you alive that’s just proof you always looking like a snack.”

108. “I know I’m hot, but I also know I’m not a full time hot person. I’m hit when I want to be. I choose my own hours. I make my own schedule. I do freelance hotness.”

109. “You have a build a bear as a principal.”

110. “I was gonna give you that vacuum cleaner gawk gawk 6000 and this juicy wet 🐱 till you leaked outta me after painting me white on the insides but it seems you having a good night without me so anyways goodnight ☺️.”

111. “Is this social interaction because I don’t really like it.”

112. “Listen if a guy doesn't man handle me during a makeout session or during u know 😏 I'm putting him in rice or sending him back to whoever broke him 😂.”

113. “If we dated before I turnt 20 you are not an ex but a childhood friend.”

114. “Can you wipe off my favorite seat oh I meant ya face.”

115. “Guess I’ll have to stick around, gotta keep you guys alive…for my own.”

116. “I never said I was an angel. Nor am I innocent or holy like the Virgin Mary. What I am is natural and serious and as sensitive as an open nerve on an ice cube. I'm a young black sister with an unselfish heart who overdosed on love long ago. My closest friends consider me soft-spoken. Others say I have a deadly tongue. And while it's true that I have a spicy attitude like most of the ghetto girls I know, I back it up with a quick, precise, and knowledgeable mind. My memory runs. Way back and I'm inclined to remind people of the things they'd most like to forget.”

117. “My vagina just said thank you in Spanish.”

118. “I look at you and go dry, like sand.”

119. “Told you not to call him shitty, now you look like shit.”

120. “You really don’t know someone till you’ve seen them beg for mercy.”

121. “Oh how their screams make me tingle.”

122. “Your words hold no weight against mine.”

123. “Well aren’t you Sherlock fuckin’ Holmes.”

124. “Don’t you know that threats only work on those that have something to lose? If anything I count death as my blessing.”

125. “Welcome to my abortion clinic pizzeria were yesterday‘s loss is today’s sauce.”

126. “Do you know Jesus is actually black and he’s all our fathers cause we haven’t seen him in years.”

127. “Do you know all the zodiacs have their own hairstyles expect for cancers.”

128. “It means I'm perfectly content but also wouldn't mind if the sun exloded right now and killed us all.”

129. “Every day I think I’m getting closer, gonna take a bath with my fucking toaster.”

130. “Are you a race horse? Cause when I ride you’ll always finish first.”

131. “You know what sea turtles and I have in common… we both like being choked by trash.”

132. “I’m gonna sound like a Victorian peasant but please sir may I have some bread? I rather not have some of that mystery meat.”

133. “Service error 11037: Go fuck yourself :)”

134. “🔫🐝 you are beeing robbed. Only thing that’ll save you is ya number. “

135. “Sharing is caring but unfortunately I don’t care.”

136. “He likes to play catch, so I asked him can you catch these hands. He said yes so I hit the living fuck outta him. What’s the problem officer!”

137. “Do you think when humans feel butterflies in their stomachs that butterflies feel humans in their stomachs?”

138. “I keep looking behind and hope to continue forward.”

139. “I’m sorry, is our friendly banter bothering you? I know you prefer to choke your friends rather than joke-”

140. “Are we even together together or are we together like high school musical we all in this together type shit.”

141. “Oh, because I’m so scared of a slenderman clone with daddy issues, who’s also having a sexuality crisis”

142. “Bitch, your pussy smells like hotdog water. Move on.” 

143. “You’re so cute…I hate it.”

144. “Look. I could be a whore, or I could be YOUR whore. Really; it’s up to you.”

145. “Oh, oh, oh my god. Choking is my main turn on.”

146. “This is my no no cube. Anything is possible if you have enough lube.”

147. “Aye baby you ever had KFC. Cause I can give you some of that Kentucky Fried Cock.”

148. “You’re not dummy thicc you’re dummy stick.”

149. “And you little stupid purple looking Barney looking bitch!”

150. “I was raised and surrounded by happiness, something you don’t know.”

151. “They put you in the streets but even the streets ain’t want you.”

152. “Remember reality is an illusion,the universe is a hologram. Buy gold, bye.”

153. “Better scramble like an egg before you get folded like an omelette.”

154. “Play stupid games, and you win stupid prizes .”

155. “Call me Ms.Water gun cause I’ll squirt you like one.”

156. “ I would say I’m like the ocean, I’m calm and peaceful and you can see my beauty on the outside but the further you dive into me you learn not everything is as it seems uptop. I’m calm yes but even calming things can be dangerous, I have my flaws the further you go in and things that are best left at the bottom of my ocean depths but do know if you are to disturb that sea level be ready to face the Consequences.”

157. “ i’m not interested in being disrespected by someone who I lowered my standards for.”

158. “Shut the fuck up before I fold your lanky ass like a chair.”

159. “Listen here, Snotball, don’t bullshit me. I’m ain’t come here for your public-pleasing fake smile. “Go polish your skills instead of sucking my dick…”

160. “ Nana whipped them highschool kiddies asses into shape that day, oh yes she did. They met they maker on them steps I tell you, now go and and play with this old timer if you dear I’ll send that ass to the pearly gates or the flaming pits below.”

161. “Let my hands speak for me, smack talk.”

162. “Why be a wallflower when you can be a Venus fly trap?”

163. “Out here living like the main character because if I’m not the main character, I’m that one bitch that go berserk.”

164. “Food is fun, food is great, food is why we celebrate!”

165. “I want my next piercing to be a bullet. In my head."

166. “Okay, rude. You have the Eminem’s hairline, but I didn’t say anything about it!”

167. “If I’m die, then I wish to go out on my own terms, for I am like none other person on this earth.”

168. “Criminal or not. Sometimes it’s nice to be wanted.”

169. “When I said I fell in love with you I lied. I fell in love with your entire existence, I would cry for you, I would kill for you, I would die for you. “

170. “Life is just a big movie, you just can’t pick your genre.”

[real-sun-wukong-fan01]

Hi it's headcannon anon back again!

WUKONG

1. he enjoys weird food combinations such as pickles and ice cream, peanut butter, jelly and cheese and chips and ice cream purely because they remind him of certain fruits or veggies that don't exist anymore

2. Despite living in a cave, he hates spiders and snakes. He doesn't know why it might be the many eyes or the feeling of scales but he doesn't like them

3. He at one point had a crush on change'e purely because of her cooking. He refuses to admit it though and Macaque teases him for it

4. Wukong enjoys brushing out mks hair or fur now? He considers mk to be his son or grandson and enjoys feeding him as well.

5. Used to bathe in hot springs and pretend to be a woman because he was uncomfortable with human males.

MACAQUE

1. He enjoys foods from north and south America because they are bitter, such as salsa, pickles, war heads and others

2. He sleeps with his back to the wall, he doesn't trust someone not to creep up on him after what happened in his life

3. He likes to draw a lot, will often times leave mk drawings on his front door as a gift to show affection.

4. Macaque dyes his fur, it was white but he dyed it black to look cool and edgy or he glamours it up because he is edgy

Also if you reveal one secret about yourself I'll reveal who I truly am, aka my true account on the next post----- sincerely headcannon anon 📜

EVERYBODY CALM HEADCANON ANON IS HERE

- alone, he hates all of those foods, maybe he enjoys some, like pickles or ice cream, but together? They remind him of such good dishes he had back in the day! Has to hide it because if he doesn't they'll call him weird. (He is, but come on.)

- he has a feeling it's because of the many demons related to those animals he fought.

- unlike Zhu bajie, he didn't propose, he simply waited until it cooled down.

- any monkey is his child now.

- he still is uncomfortable with human men, but now he has a shower.

---

- he loves spicy food. Can't say the same for wukong.

- somehow Wukong manages to prank him even from the front. He is no safe.

- he loves to draw because of sun wukong, but there's his own passion in it too. He wishes he was as good as wukong though.

- Wukong called him emo and he still doesn't know what does that mean.

A secret?

I hava a platonic bf.

[lizzybeth1986]

Headcanon: The Park-Young Kids!

(FCs for Hazel and Iris:

Hazel Park - Justine Skye

Iris Young - Jung Ryeo-Won)

Unlike my other f!Haydens, Sage and Zinnia, Iris has a relationship with only Hazel. I'm currently trying to plan what families look like for the other two, but managed to plan it for this couple earlier!

Hazel sells her flat some months after the triumph over Eros, moving in with Iris - over time she begins to see Iris' flat more as home over her own. They get married a year into their relationship, and Hazel has their first child, Violet, over a year and a half after that. Lavender joins the fold three years after that. Hazel got references from Kim for clinics when the two started planning a family.

I'll probably add to this as I get more ideas!!

Violet Park-Young

(FC: Sydney Park)

- Everybody thinks Hazel came up with the name, with her passion for purple, but it was really Iris 😄

- Violet is part Jamacian (from Hazel) and part Korean (from the donor).

- Loves to dance. Showed enthusiasm for ballet classes as a kid but fave styles as an adult include lyrical hip-hop, aeriel silk and contemporary.

- Had a bit of an emo phase as a teen, with a real taste for dark, grungy fashion. Iris is almost tempted to take her on a trip to Harajuku.

- Obviously goes into choreography as an adult and ends up owning her own studio.

Lavender Park-Young

(FC: Jordan-Amanda Hall)

- Begs Iris to teach her piano when she's eight. Eventually finds she likes violin better...Iris has no difficulty teaching her that either 😄

- Lavender was named as an affectionate nod to Sloane, because it is her favourite scent. Sloane's own twins are one year older than her.

- Ran a "hair salon" as a kid, which mainly meant she threw paint on Mom Iris's hair and called it "hair colouring".

- Loves to cosplay and go to conventions.

- Goes into music production as an adult.

Family HCs:

- Iris and Hazel insist on regular family outings, no matter how busy they all are. They take the kids along to their stargazing road trips with Nana Kim (yes, she is their Nana too).

- The family also goes to Dolores Park every time they visit San Fran.

- "Efforts are greater than gold stars" is practically Iris' motto as a mom. Hazel's is basically "Just do it". Like Nike.

- PTA meetings make Iris nervous but she will never miss them, and Hazel is always by her side.

- The Park-Young sisters are very close to Sloane's twins, Artemis and Orion. Khaan's son Hamza has basically positioned himself the protective older brother of the entire kid group 😎 (which also includes Nadia and Steve's five children). They all love him but also love to troll the everloving shit out of him.

[allwaswell16]

hey! i'm looking for a fic and I kinda hoped that you know it? i searched everywhere but couldnt find it:(

so its a christmas fic, L and H broke up but pretend to be together still because they dont want to upset everyone during the holidays. they visit Louis family and ofc during christmas they fall in love again. they exchange gifts and stuff in front of everybody and its a bit emo

do you or your followers know it maybe?xxx

So unfortunately I don't know that I found this one for you. Between some of my friends and I, we found some that seemed similar. So it's possible one of these is the one you're thinking of. But maybe someone else who sees this will know it!

(Also, a few questions for you...is this a newer fic do you think? or an older one? I'd be willing to hunt through more Christmas fics if you can narrow down the time frame for me!)

all the lights are full of colour by infinitelymint 

So, fast-forwarding eight years from the day Harry met Louis, he is now a twenty-seven year old owner of one of the most up-and-coming eating establishments on the London restaurant scene, father of two wonderful boys and… separated from his husband. Now, that last part definitely was never a part of the original plan.

Or, Harry and Louis are separated, but for the sake of their two sons, they choose to spend Christmas together. It may just lead to a Christmas miracle.

under the rain or under the snow by MquietMiNd

“I don’t think I understood.” He shakes his head and closes his eyes, as if distancing himself from the situation. “Harry? What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Your mum invited me, also, how could I say no to her superb roast potatoes?”

Christmas AU where they broke up a month ago but Harry shows up at Louis’ childhood home for the holidays. Louis didn’t tell his mum about their breakup so staying with them is not ideal. Harry stays.

[houseoflennoxx]

Hiii! What are your OCs favorite songs? ❤️❤️

Love C xx

What a lovely question, Cleo! I had so much fun thinking about it💕 In my headcannon they have really diverse likes on music, so let's get into it.

On the part of our dear Alistair, like a good 90s baby, he has always felt nostalgia for earlier times. In his case, he LOVES 80-90s rock, and if I had to pick a favorite song for him it would be U2's Sunday Bloody Sunday. Special mentions to She from Green Day and Are You Gonna Be My Girl from Jet.

Avalon, meanwhile, is a 2000s teen through and through. Since her relationship with Alistair began, she tried to hide that side of her, but on her Simspotify it will always sound Glamorous from Fergie and Ludacris. Her special mentions would be Shakira's Whenever, Wherever and Kelly Clarkson's Since U Been Gone (what huge hits they are, my goodness).

Jasper is only a couple of years younger than Alistair, so their tastes are very, very similar. However, our second son is a bit more heartfelt than his brother. His favorite song, of course, is I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing by Aerosmith. In addition, two of the songs that also represent him are What's Up? from 4 Non Blondes and Keane's Everybody's Changing.

For her part, Prudence is a fairly conservative woman and a bit corny, I would say. I haven't explored that side of her much in the story yet, but in my canon, during her adolescence she was very fond of listening to romantic ballads and she hasn't known how to get out of that phase. Her favorite song is, without a doubt, Because of You by Kelly Clarkson. In addition, her special mentions are When We Were Young by Adele and Impossible (Acoustic) by James Arthur. (The 2000s sponsor this post hahahaha).

We come to the one and only Kate, the true superstar of this story. As we already know, Kate was especially rebellious during her adolescence, between 2012-2015, and her time on Simblr marked her emo past (as it did for many of us who were born in the late 90s). For this reason, and clearly identified with this facet of hers, her favorite song is and always will be Sk8ter Boy by the great Avril Lavigne. As special mentions, Decode, by Paramore; and Blink-182's First Date. (Any resemblance to the author's reality is purely coincidental.)

We continue with Celia, who, as we know, is a lover of impossible causes, drama and her deep-rooted Hispanic culture. Despite her youth, she never liked the songs that most attracted her generation, opting for more independent singer-songwriters or music bands, always in Spanish. His favorite song is Hasta la Raíz by Natalia Lafourcade. For her part, her special mentions would be Limón & Sal by Julieta Venegas and Cuídate by La Oreja de Van Gogh.

Elliot is a highly sensitive boy whose musical tastes could be identified as folk or indie-folk. His favorite singer is Vance Joy, in whose discography he highlights Fire and the Flood (Acoustic), which he has tried to recreate with his guitar several times, still without success. His special mention of the genre would be Take Yours, I'll Take Mine, by Matthew Mole. But also, as a teenager, he has a predilection for Harry Styles and his As It Was (but don't tell anyone, it's too mainstream).

If Maddox lived in Spain, he would be a "cayetano". I don't know what the English equivalent is, but you can look it up. If I could explain it well, and if there was an equivalent in other cultures, the music he would listen to would be "Taburete" (you can search for it, at your own risk). But since he doesn't live in that reality, Maddox has a predilection for electronic music, especially Avicii's The Nights. Also, among his favorite songs for the gym, we find Cake By the Ocean by the group DNCE and Hymn for the Weekend by Coldplay.

Marianne is a tween with tween tastes and is obsessed with SimTok and kpop. As much as she loves ballet, she doesn't usually listen to classical music in her spare time. Her favorite song lately is Typa Girl by Blackpink. She is also a big fan of Olivia Rodrigo, highlighting good 4 u, and Leah Kate, with 10 Things I Hate About You. She's becoming a little modern feminist.

Lastly, and although you haven't met little Axel yet, let me tell you that like any 2-year-old baby he is obsessed with Lola the Cow and makes his parents listen to it 24/7 non stop. (Again, any resemblance to the author's reality is purely coincidental.)

As a highly procrastinating person, I leave you here the Spotify list so you can enjoy these great songs. They're in character order, so you know who you're listening to. I'll probably add more people or change the songs over time, if you want to check it out.

Thanks again for the question Cleo, I had a blast!

[the-firebird69]

There are several things that come to mind with regards to the 19th of July one of them is women suffrage and Seneca New York in the mid 1800s was one of the first woman suffrage meetings and moving meetings in history in the United States and they've been on the other side of the world already they're pretty proud of it and we are too it's Seneca falls which is not a good sign and the max are saying the Indians will fall because of unity.

-another item in July 19th is Winston Churchill he made v-day start and it was a storming of Normandy and a huge day that's a massive massive day we feel it might be an organized attack on the Midwest and one of the waves it's not the first but it will be a massive one and it's to try and stop our son from getting paid cuz he's a loser a massive loser this guy is a piece of s*** from day one to now and he is wrecking his empire and everybody else's and they won't get the piece of crap out of the way and they say it serves a purpose and at that time which is a month from now he's going to have a small Force probably 1% if that if gathered from all over the world and it will clean up the rest of his people and he'll probably try to get them all here and an effort to take over and it might be the civil war they also show him dying and he might play emo Williams before his death even on that day to get to the White House and he gets killed by Garth's sister. And it is going to be an amazing day and there will be a lot of death and this guy Trump is going to die badly and we think it's because the letter shows up and he couldn't stop it and he freaks out and what a little baby and loser and me stupid piece of s*** and we have to erase him as a example.

-there's also v for vendetta which might happen before but we think it's the night before in the United Kingdom and he comes back to the United States in the day and he is captured Emily and we know that is and it makes sense but it doesn't do anything for him he gets his ass into him and he is moron and everything but wow what a jerk okay he is going to suffer quite a bit in the next couple months and he'll be gone in September thank God and he's a piece of s***.

This date is also significant in that during the civil war he kind of missed it a little there are some activity and he's not sure what it was he doesn't recall couldn't really place what it was but they were calling on a general to do some jobs in the revolutionary war no this is civil war the southern general was attacking positions of North and was repelled and that matches the civil war that's the title it is Trump and he is a loser and they say they mostly repelled him pretty good and I'll tell you this guy is a mean son of a b**** and he ruined his people just to screw around with their son and really he's not doing anything but losing.

-he didn't really like stuff on that much the city is some kind of b******* artist to his dad and his dad said yeah he probably is he says he keeps saying all the stuff and nothing happens this is this wonderful it's fantastic it's super and nothing happens you can't sell anything you can't do any business with him won't even look into it and says he's a stellar business guy and his dad opened up and said he really did not do anything for the business and he's a failure and he fired him and he started picking on you more and do what you said is you got to mobilize everybody he's retards together are three quarters of the population and he went oh my God that's the answer everybody is getting stupid so that works and we had a good time that day so there's some other things happening but that makes sense he says when people see this they will be incense against that little prick Trump

Thor Freya

Olympus

Hahaha this is one of the best days in my life to see the look on that Trump a******'s face and our friend is calling him a homo and he sort of getting why but holy s*** what a jerk and he's right a friend here didn't do that much to him and whatever was done the idiot was having happened for every little penny tracking it screwing around with him on this finite scale I mean anybody would burn the piece of s*** and he says I know why it's not really about him he's an idiot and he can't control himself it's because he's a manifestation that was transmuted into a human and it f***** his brain up it's Max you have to be seen using it against me and I turn it around really badly and they can't be seen as that happening. That's a really weird explanation but it feels in the blanks but he's a weakling and he doesn't tonight and he could and simply put he could and the only one who has a picture is Dave and he has several and we don't think that they got to it but we think that he talked about it and we know he did so I understand what the truth is probably but the max don't have proof and the guys going to be dead and he should go after the proof and if back Daddy knows who cares he's not as mean as he should be to him it's absolutely true

Tommy f

How did you figure it out you figured it out before but Thomas O'Connor so I have to ask him

Trump

He's already asked me and I told him what I know but really we heard Dave said and it's listed like in the national archives under one of his famous sayings they said to Joel Watts he said I know where you're from and what you are you're a heinous loser and he said to him and he goes wow this blows and he does do what he has to do and gets involved with the master race LOL so Dave was happy he says wait a minute the pseudo empire is sitting around these guys talking about it they ran in there and they messed up a few of their bunkers and the Foreigner side they lost a few like a third then maybe a few more they're big and big clusters and they sat there and then we took a bunch because there was infighting they're open and I said it and the foreigners went in and beat the s*** out of the wimps who took over and then the pseudo empire moved back in and kicked the idiots out of the other ones and we built a few least that's what I said and then the foreigners are sitting there in pole position and said you're looking at this you do nothing and obviously the pseudo empire is too small and who knows how big the empire is by now and by my time is 24 they're probably massive but it's working and they're fighting and they can get ready while they're fighting pseudo empire and the idiots warlock Macklemore lock and regular 4 and more like and this fighting and fighting and the empire plans to take the ships to sit there and let them do it everybody else is building up his files and says this is greed I need to know is there something happens you'll know it's in good hands dave. This is in some hands and he laughs and says that's great so about to try and do things and be there this is one of the best days of my life he got so happy about it and we heard about it a little in space that he was a lot nicer said the kids going to do it and he doesn't want me for anything and I won't do it with her she feels like a polar bear and a black bear it doesn't work and he says you're kidding so we haven't tried anything but I heard about it many times and about you all over the damn place not with her but his wife I said I don't know I'm like this cute very huge so soon they're looking at myself and my face is kind of small and I'm getting fat or you can normally I should be fat I can't lose weight for the life of me and she's done laughing he said you're a baby that's right I'm a 6-ft tall baby so full heights I should be ridiculous everybody's laughing now

Thor Freya he can't win it is true tested again kept testing and said this mofo is going to be gigantic since I'm going to use a car like a roller skates so he started laughing and said that's great you're a small car and he knows what he says it about all the time for crying out loud it's fun

We're having a great time too and she's listening and heard it all and says I need a feed for crying alone and she wants to move and we want to help her move and get here with us sort of us

Olympus

I love you too and he said it to me and he says yes and we are going to have a great time and what a day can't believe you finally did something and he says well I'm thinking of you and I couldn't let you sit up there I had to do something but really they're bothering me so bad and not listening it's a nightmare I understand that

Hera

Zues

[kailuakat]

Books I read in 2022

I’m trash for it: Call dawn the hawk, Mister impossible, The foxhole court, The raven king, The king’s men, Mistborn, The well of ascension, The hero of ages, Moon knight, The true lives of the fabulous killjoys: national anthem, The umbrella academy, Tales from the umbrella academy: you look like death, Greywaren, The true lives of the fabulous killjoys,

 One of the best books I’ve read: The alloy of law, Shadows of self, The bands of mourning, The red pyramid, The throne of fire, The serpent’s shadow, The sword of summer, The hammer of Thor, The hidden oracle,

The dark prophecy, The tale Sinuhe and other ancient Egyptian poems, The burning maze, The ship of the dead, The tyrant’s tomb, The tower of Nero, Doom patrol, Maus, The Homeric hymns, Not the life it seems: the true lives of my chemical romance,

 A good book: The last wish, Ninth house, Mao, Sword of destiny, season of storms, This fabulous century 1950s, The lightning thief, The sea of monsters, The titan’s curse, The battle of the labyrinth, The last Olympian, The lost hero, The son of Neptune, The blood of Olympus, This fabulous century 1870-1900, Elasoe, Mythos, Troy, The prose, Tales ancient Egypt, Mythology, Lovely war, The school for good and evil, Alexander the great, Hokusai, A snake falls to earth, Green day: the ultimate unauthorized history, Legion, White sand, Neverwhere,

 Okay: Black ships before troy, The mark of Athena, The house of hades, Treasury of Egyptian mythology, Pagan curious, The song of Achilles, The darkhold, Everybody hurts: an essential guide to emo culture,

[sashi-ya]

hi sashi-ya congrats on reaching one thousand followers :)!! can I request a law x female reader where law is her step brother (incest) rough sex with teasing begging and blindfolding and orgasm denial also getting caught to add the spice 🤭🤭 and in modern au

Hi!! Of course darling! I wouldn't normally accept the incest kink, but this time I had to include it -so many of you asked for it- hahaha. Yet, I obviously wrote the request because it was stated they are step siblings. Sooo... enjoy this SUPER spicy fic I wrote for you my lovely requester! ♥ ~

🔥⚠ NSFW ~ Trafalgar D. Water Law x F! Reader ~ Sweet Little Sister

TW: Incest. Yet, they do not share blood tights in any way. Their parents have started a relationship a few months ago, and never lived together. Law is also adopted. Yet, I can understand this is a controversial kink so if you don't like it, please just don't read it ♥. Rough sex, mutual pining, teasing, orgasm denial, cream pie, getting caught. Edging.

Wc: 1.8K

There he is your grumpy stepbrother sitting on the other side of the table. Your mum and his “dad” started dating and they have moved to your home. The guy, with caramel skin, intense grey eyes, little white spots all over his skin and deep black hair is for sure the reason why all of your besties want to spend more time at your house than before. And they are right, the guy is as edgy and emo as handsome and hot… Covered in tattoos, piercings, that bad boy vibe can make anyone instantly attracted to him.

“Lord, (Name), calm down. From now on this guy is gonna be your brother” you think, taking your fork to your mouth without noticing your stare is fixed on him. He smirks at you; his dark circles make the perfect contrast with those beautiful icy eyes. You play with the fork on your mouth, probably thinking the smirk is part of your imagination… But it isn’t.

“(Name)? Are you alright?” asks your mum, noticing your stupid smile on your face as you are hypnotized by Law’s perfect features. You widen your eyes as you realize you’ve been openly flirting with your brother during dinner time. “Uh… yeah yeah. I was just lost in some thoughts” you excuse yourself, and you swear you could notice Law winking an eye, subtly, mostly covering his face with that fluffy cap he usually wears.

“Family, I have to study. You don’t mind if I get to my room earlier tonight?” he says as he stands up, placing those inked hands over the table. “Of course, dear, go on! We are so proud of you!” your mum chimes, looking at you as if the guy was the perfect son. Law is an excellent med student and is about to graduate, so nobody denies him going upstairs earlier and everybody praises him. His adoptive dad, Rosinante, is the definition of pure love, so he looks at his son with absolute adoration in his eyes.

Little did they know…

Law fixed his eyes on yours; he is trying to tell you something for sure. He grazes your shoulder as he leaves the dining room towards the stairs. “Good night, my sweet little sister”. A shiver runs through your spine, a shiver that ends up directly on your core… goddamn it.

Dinner is over, your mum and Rosinante decided to do the dishes together and so you were freed to climb up to your room to keep up with your study. “Goodnight, mum. Goodnight, dad” you greet them, watching Rosinante melt in pure happiness as he hears you calling him dad. The man deserves the love, he really acts like a true dad.

On the way to your room, you peek at Law’s semi open door. He is sitting on his desk, reading some books, and taking some notes. “The nerd on its natural habitat” you joke to yourself, giggling a little while passing by. You get to your room, next to his, and close your door.

While in the shower is impossible for you to forget Law’s hands caressing your shoulder, calling you “My sweet little sister”. So inviting, so tempting and enticing… “Wait. Is this man flirting with me?” you think for a second but shake your head trying to suppress such terrible thoughts.

“For God’s sake Name, he is like your brother… didn’t know you were so fucked up that now “incest” turns you on”. Yet, your hand is over your naked sex, massaging softly and superficially your clit...

You start to fall asleep over your book after sitting on your desk. Your eyelids softly close and you end up crossing your arms over the texts…. “(Name)-ya… (Name)-ya” you hear someone whispering in your ear. “Mmhh?” you mumble and open your eyes. But you see black. And you can’t move either. You feel a hand pressing you down onto the desk, a cloth around your eyes, warm breath near your neck. “Sweet little sister… you wanna fuck me, don’t you?” he whispers into your ear and bites the shell of it. You moan, soundly. Law covers your mouth, “Shh, you want mom and dad to hear us?”. “Mhhh” you deny with your head. And of course, you can’t process if this is just a dream or for real Law, your stepbrother, is literally doing this to you.

“Come on, stand up…” he orders, and for some reason you obey instantly. He helps you out, and you feel how he is slowly sliding your satin pajamas off. “Little sis, you are so pretty…” he says, and you feel his lips already grazing your neck. His hands massaging your breasts, the skin of his chest against yours. You get drunk with his manly, dusky, scent. Law emanates something that attracts every female that passes next to him, there’s no doubt about it.

He bites your neck, hard. “Auch...” you whine. “My bad, little sis. I hope mom doesn’t notice tomorrow” he says. And you can’t help but get as disgusted as turned on. The perversion behind those words gets into you, crawling inside you, ending like a pleasure sting on your core. “D-don’t…” you beg. “Don’t? What? mark your skin? But you are mine, aniki. Aren’t you?” he whispers, and bites you even harder.

Your legs turn weak, as his soft hands grazes your tummy. His fingers crawl from your belly button to your core. “Oh… but you are already so wet! Aniki, are you that horny for your big brother?” he teases you. You wished you could see his face when he says that, but instead you only can feel his lips moving over yours as he speaks.

“Mhh…” you whine because he is already fingering you. He does it so violently yet so perfectly, the tip of his fingers hitting that sweet spot. And standing up turns even more difficult. “Heh, poor thing… my sweet little sister can’t even stand… Come on” he says and pushes you, softly but enough to make you fall back. Luckily you hit your bed.

“Law… let me see you” you whisper. “Beg for it…” he says, and you feel him spreading your legs. Each sensation multiplies exponentially, not being able to see his actions gets you on edge even more… “Please, Law…” you beg. “Law? I’m your older brother, silly…”. And now you understand completely… Law wants to fuck his <sister>...

“Onichan ~… can I see your face?” you beg, pouting. “Ahh… my sweet little sister…” he sighs, and he slowly unties your blindfold. In front of you, the tanned man you’ve been lusting on for so long, settled over you. He is wearing only his grey pants, chest completely naked, garnished by those ink lines that draw a big heart on his skin. “Oh… you are so pretty…” he whispers and bites his lip. You feel lightheaded, this is so wrong but still you want it so bad…

His fingers are still inside you, moving fast, one of his hands pressing down your belly. You are quivering, arching your back, damping his hand and your pink sheets with your arousal. You are about to reach climax, and he knows it exactly. “Bro… brother…” you moan. “I’m coming…” you whine, a little louder. “Sh… baby…” he says and just when you are on the verge of releasing that pressure that’s been building up on your lower belly, he stops.

“Oniichan…? ~” you protest, almost with tears in your eyes. “What, aniki? mh?” Law says, while both of you fix your eyes on each other. “I… why? why did you stop…?”. “Because your oniichan decides when you are gonna cum, don’t you know that?” he tells you, laughing, sexily, shamelessly, and devilishly.

“Please…” you beg. “What, what do you want, baby?” he smirks. “Fuck me, brother. Please” you whine. “But… Do you think it is ok for a big brother to fuck his sweet little sis?” he teases you, everything with a shitty grin that suits him so fucking well. And he is right, this is not ok, this is sick… but you want him, you want him so deep inside you.

Your feet move on their own, reaching his aching bulge. You graze his hard member over the tenting grey sweatpants. “Heh, you are so needy, aren’t you?” he says, while clenches his teeth as your plants move back and forth over his dick. “Oniii…. fuck me come on, please” you say, biting your lip and massaging your breasts as you beg.

“Ahj… guess I don’t have any option. After all, I’m gonna have to fuck my little sister then…” he sights, acting as if he doesn’t want it. Law takes his pants off, they fall to the ground. His throbbing hard dick shows in front of you, dripping precum to the floor, wetting your feet as you keep jerking him off. The perfection of his whole anatomy makes you suppress any feeling of regret.

He smirks as he bends over you, you spread your legs just to receive him. Your sex wants to be fucked hard, deep, so rough.

“I don’t want you to go crying and sobbing with mum, ok? Aniki is gonna be rough with you” he says and aligns his sex with your entrance. And inside he goes, stretching you so good, filling you so deliciously. “Ahh… broth…” you moan, loud. “Baby, no… sh sh. You are gonna wake mummy and daddy up” he says, covering your mouth, squeezing your cheeks as his thrusts become rougher, faster and violent.

Law passes his hand behind your head, tangles your hair around his inked fingers and pulls your head back as he fucks you on and on and on. You arch your back, biting your lips not to shout. He pants, you are too. “Big brother is gonna cum inside you, you know?” he tells you, and frankly that’s all you want. “Uhum, please aniki, fill me up” you beg.

But he laughs, and once again, you were edged to death. Another orgasm denied.

“Brother, no. Keep fucking me please…please please I want you to fill me up” you beg, desperately. He looks at your messed, begging, pathetic you and smirks so cocky. “Fine, sis” he says and with just three violently but precise thrusts, you explode in an orgasm that you have never experienced ever before. And Law follows, you feel him flooding your womb. Warm and satisfying feeling of fullness.

He flops over you, his hot skin against your sweaty chest feels so good… A sudden knock on the door pulls you out from the reverie of the after sex.

“Guys, are you ok? We heard noises” your mum asks, behind the door. “Yeah mum, I was teaching my sister a little bit of anatomy, but we ended up playing some games… on the pc” he shamefully answers. You widen your eyes, praying for your mother not to open the door. “Oh, such a good brother! Ok I let you have fun! Good night!” she says and goes away.

“See? Being the favorite has its advantages” he whispers and bites your already bruised neck.

[sukunasbabymama]

Latino gang, pt. 1

⌗ Summary: Toman’s guys dating a latina.

⌗ Pairing: Manjiro Sano (Mikey), Ken Ryuguji (Draken), Baji Keisuke, Chifuyu Matsuno, Mitsuya Takashi, Hakkai Shiba, Naoha Kawata (Smiley), Souya Kawata (Angry).

⌗ Warnings: Las tías chismosas.

⌗ A/N: my dominican ass is loving this a little too much pls someone take my phone. Also, I tried to make it as neutral as possible so everybody could enjoy it.

Request.

Manjiro Sano Mikey.

Can’t take him anywhere.

Your family just love him a little too much and you started to worry because you know they would actually take his side if you had an argument.

Starts blabbering Spanish words he heard you say at home to your grandma and she is delighted.

“Qué bonita” He says deadpan but in a soft tone, and she’s already dragging him to the kitchen to make him anything he wants to eat.

Has the same amount of tea for your tías about his friends of groups that they have for him about you.

If you don’t see him in the backyard go straight to the kitchen and he’s there in a corner with your mom talking shit about everybody.

Yup, even about you.

“Yes, mamá, one time she tried to fight me because I fell asleep after eating”

“Pero Dios mío! Everybody needs their nap time after the meal!” She says throwing you an offended look while Mikey is looking cocky behind her.

You don’t even bother to tell her that he fell asleep in the middle of the restaurant when y’all were already late for one of his meetings.

Go ahead and try to convince me he didn’t come out being a whole Ana Gabriel stan with his emo ass.🤨

Ken Ryuguji Draken.

That “let’s take things slowly”? Forget it.

You come from school and he’s in some shorts and shirt cleaning the house with your mom.

You’re there like 🧍🏾‍♀️

While your mom and him looked like their husbands left them for another family singing La Boda from Aventura.

On other days you wake up from a nap just to see him on the couch with your dad watching some bike race on the tv.

“Yes, that bike is good but it can be difficult with the route they gave— Yup, look at it!”

“Oh, son! Just like you say!”

Again you’re there like 🧍🏾‍♀️

CAN eat, no listen to me, he would eat EVERYTHING your mom cooked for him and would still agree to take some plates to the brothel.

One day you took his phone to put a song and found out that he has more Aventura songs than you on your own.

Baji Keisuke.

He thought he was tough till y’all went serious on the relationship and he sees your routines.

Why are you waking up so early to do the laundry? To clean the house? WHY ARE YOU WAKING UP EVERYBODY? You even woke up his cats because you were gonna wash their beds.

And, why the hell do you have to blast the music so loud, why are you singing like he broke your heart? You haven’t had an argument yet!! Who hurt you!!!

Cultural shock detected.

But he gets the hold of it rather quickly.

He finds the fun in your dances while mopping the floor so he goes and sweeps his bedroom while dancing to whatever song you’re blasting at the moment.

Watch him going to you with his hairband so you could make him a comfy hairstyle so his hair doesn’t get in the way while he’s helping you.

Get you mad on purpose and then sits quietly to heard you curse at him in Spanish. Does that religiously. Will look at you like your chanting opera.

Would bother you till you put “that one song that sounds romantic” and it’s Vete from Bad Bunny… the song is about a break up. You don’t say nothing.

End up with a “rolitas para trapear con Fabuloso” playlist.

Chifuyu Matsuno.

PLEASE LISTEN TO ME ON THIS ONE—

Manga? He doesn’t know them.

As soon as you introduced him to telenovelas mf is obsessed.

That’s how he won your mom. He started talking to her about Pasión de Gavilanes and she fell harder than you.

Now he goes religiously to your house every day to watch an episode with your mom.

Almost ended the whole relationship when you gave him a spoiler.

No, really, he was getting ready to throw hands with you in front of your mom.

Swears he’s learning Spanish with your mom but she’s actually just teaching him how to ask her for food.

Your grandma calls just to see him and doesn’t give a fuck if you get mad about that.

“Ay m’ija, just wanted to see el nene de la casa, stop being dramatic!!” And he’s all giggling like a high school girl because he can understand that.

Yeah, sorry to break it up to you, but you’re not allowed to break up with him now.

Not that you wanted to.

Mitsuya Takashi.

LISTEN—

He would make you give him a whole course on Selena Quintanilla because he heard she was a fashion icon.

Then one day he would come to your house with a whole bustier and your mom actually screams excited.

What he doesn’t know about latinos is that there’s no “when you use it one day”

Your mom tells you right away “put it on and model for us!” And he’s like 😨 n-now?

He also made one with the Toman logo and you used it just when you’re hanging out with him because that’s your little secret.

Let you made him a whole playlist for when he has to work a lot and can’t see you.

You put a bunch of Julieta Venegas, Chayanne, and Shakira’s oldie, just bc. And he loves every single one of them.

It's the favorite of your tías las chismosas because from time to time he made them some shirts and stuff, while you are judging his ass in the back.

"Why is it a bad thing that I made tía a shirt with the design she wants?"

"Cause she talks shit about everybody!"

"Not me though"

"Cause you keep making her clothes!"

"Then a that's a good thing, right?" Doesn't understand the chisme culture.

Always has a love-drunk face when you perform El chico del Apartamento 512 in the bustier he made for you.

You’re not even singing it in the right tone, he just likes to hear you talk, sing, everything in Spanish.

Hakkai Shiba.

Y’all can get in line if y’all want to fight me on this one or come at me all at the same time but…

He knows how to dance. Periodt.

And he dances really well.

He explained to you that every time he and Yuzuha were alone they would binge-watch a bunch of dance videos so he knows how to dance by that.

And then you teach him the basics in bachata.

He’s a natural!

Dance a little bit slower from what you know how it is but it’s okay!! You don’t know that much either!!!

Would dance with you in your room almost every day.

Y'all know those couples who have something banal that they do every single time they are together like eat certain food or nap? Y’all dance.

Has all the old popular bachata on his phone.

Gets intimidated by your cousins blowing him up with questions one time you facetime them with him.

They wanted to know if he was a model, and he if has friends that looked like him.

You say no in his place.

It’s more the baby of your house than the baby of your house.

One time you went out with Yuzuha to buy something for your mom and when y’all got back he was resting his head on your mom’s lap while they were watching a cooking show.

You and Yuzuha were like 🧍🏾‍♀️🧍🏾‍♀️

Isn’t he shy with…? Never mind, you can’t be happier that your mom loves him to that extend and that he’s that comfortable around her.

Yuzuha is part of the deal!! All🗣 the🗣 time🗣

She’s learning how to cook for when she has to do it for him from you and your mom.

What she doesn’t know is that he’s learning to do the same for her too.

Yup, you aren’t allowed to break up with this one either. Your mom would whoop your ass.

Nahoya Kawata Smiley.

This menace found his happy place.

He could die a happy man when he went the first time to your house.

Your mom? In love with his smile. You grandma? In love with his smile.

You? About to whoop his ass if he doesn’t stop telling you to ask your mom the recipe of the food she made.

You almost had to fight your cousins for him. And when they found out there’s another one like him? Yup, you may or may not have had to throw hands.

He’s fake.

He has that pretty smile for all your tías and uncles and then goes to the kitchen to talk shit about them with your mom.

Plss not even you have done that to that extent.

Why the fuck is your mom telling him about your auntie’s third divorce?!😭 she’s fake too.

Makes your brother the joke of the night.

Because your brother tried to intimidate him and got intimidated. By a guy with a smile.

Was on cloud 9 when he learned how some reggaeton could be dance. Almost faint after knowing that you could dance like that in front of your family.

Makes you teach him how to dance without looking like a clown but as soon as you bend down he has his hands on your ass. A clown.

Another one that gets happy when you are so mad you switch languages. Actively seeks ways of making you mad to hear you call him a pendejo.

Does it so much that he's starting to catch on when you are cursing at him and when you are threatening to beat his ass.

When you are alone in your room ask you to put songs that he can recognize and start singing them with his heart.

Tells you to look at him, that he’s learning Spanish really fast!

Whole-time you’re praying that he’s not summoning a demon in your room because you just cleaned it.

Souya Kawata Angry.

Almost cries from happiness when nobody got intimidated by his resting bitch face.

You talked about that with your parents beforehand. Not because they would get intimidated, but for them to hold their tongue.

Just like with his brother and with you, also get babied by your parents.

You think your mom doesn’t know his name because she just calls him “my baby”.

Was confused when you invited him to a party and told him to bring his brother, he was like “she wants me to go to meet her other family members with my brother? Isn’t that weird?”

Gets there and understand that everybody invites everybody and there are even some people who were brought by the boyfriends of your cousins and so on.

Gets overwhelmed by all the attention he’s getting from your tías and instead of running to your side goes to your mom.

You’re there offended as hell.

While your mom has him under her arm in an affectionate hug.

Is shocked to the core when he sees your drunk uncle sleeping on the floor in a corner.

Ask you if he needs help.

You say no.

Is so cute that even with his angry expression your tías don’t have venom for him. But they have for you as soon as you stop them mid-way when going to touch his hair.

No.

Your mom loves his cooking and he cooks ramen for her more than you cook at all.

Is shocked again when she starts talking about his ramen shop with his brother like it’s a family business.

He’s not offended, just fucking happy at the way all your family accepted him.

Not in a “that’s Y/N lil boyfriend” but as “that’s a family member and that’s it”

Loves your voices in your native language, plsss. He rests his head in your chest and hears you talk on the phone with your cousin religiously. Does it so much that he can say very clear "tú no sabeeeessss!"

Like Mikey, listen to Ana Gabriel because your mom taught him, but blast some Chayanne that your auntie showed him.

All the time you’re looking at him with a mocking expression because he has this resting bitch face while humming at the rhythm of El Cigarrillo.

@saturnmitsuya @milliumizoomi @haitanigigi @melaninnntae @yunho-leeknow @keimisan @welkinmoongrab @dai-tsukki-desu idk if y’all rock with this one cuz it has dem spanish part but– 😵‍💫

[haunteddelusiontale]

prompts :

Fandoms being written for -

➥ Vikings

➥ Vampire Knight

➥ Black Butler

➥ Naruto

➥ Bleach

➥ Demon Slayer

➥ Devilman Crybaby

➥ Supernatural

➥ Stranger Things

➥ X-Men

➥ Peaky Blinder

➥ Umbrella Academy

➥ Twilight

➥ My Hero Academia

➥ Avengers

Sentences -

1 ➥ "Oh no...our table...it's broken "

2 ➥ "Ew, you're alive"

3 ➥ "Bippity Boppity back the fuck up"

4 ➥ "If I wish to commit suicide I would climb up your ego and jump down to your IQ level"

5 ➥ " Sometimes I wonder who's the smart one here"

6 ➥ "Well if it isn't Big Bird's emo son, I'll be damned"

7 ➥ "If I had a dollar for every time someone called me ugly I would be broke, because honey I'm beautiful"

8 ➥ "If I can't have you no one can"

9 ➥ "You're the cum dumpster your mother should've swallow"

10 ➥ "Falling just like flying, but with the more permanent destination"

11 ➥ "Flex tape stronger than your relationship"

12 ➥ "Older shits teach littler shits the shit elder shits should've taught them"

13 ➥ "Careful who you call a child because you know what that makes you a pedophile and I'll be damned if I sit here and be lectured by a pervert"

14 ➥ "Bold of you to assume I even think"

15 ➥ "You guys are Pros right? Then why does it feel like I'm going against toddlers that barely knows how to walk right"

16 ➥ "Thanks, it's the trauma"

17 ➥ "After all these hands are rated E for everybody"

18 ➥ "Speak for yourself at least I don't have more conversations with the memorial statue than with actual people"

19 ➥ "Being jealous is a disease, get well soon bitch"

20 ➥ " I know I'm handsome but having you stare at me is kind of a turn off"

21 ➥ "Why is Big Bird emo son talking to me?"

22 ➥ "Once I find them I'll build their skin from off their muscles and feed it to the creatures of the forest watching as they drink their blood like holy wine"

23 ➥ " It's heretopaternal superfecundation, mom had a threesome and it got two mistakes instead of one"

24 ➥ "It's the borderline incest for me beloved"

25 ➥ "Now remember walk straight even if you're gay

26 ➥ " Why don't you slip into something more comfortable, like a coma"

27 ➥ " I'm sick you assholes baby me"

28 ➥ "Oh shit he's trying to say something. Quick someone get the Speak-n- Spell"

29 ➥ "He looks like my depression in human form, he looks like he could be my sleep paralysis demon, if depression and anxiety had a child he would be that child"

30 ➥ "You shouldn't talk so big it makes your height look bad"

31 ➥ "Sucking the life out of you guys like depression on a Tuesday"

32 ➥ "My depression maybe vicious but this ass is delicious, stay sluty my friends"

[quirrrky]

KNY BOYS AS IDOL GROUP MEMBERS -/ yes, nobody asked for this but I’m gonna be writing modern aus in the coming days so eat this y’all 🍰 also, sanemi’s part’s my fave

»—TANJIROU

the nice guy; next to kyojuro when it comes to being the most wholesome. everybody’s son. kids want to make him their brother. the best dancer of the group. pls, don’t expect him to sing that much. he’s awfully tone-deaf but ppl forgive him because...bias. also, the best in acting. he’s been casted many times in dramas as the lead. 

»—ZENITSU

the unexpected golden boy; the one with greatest jokes and probably the baby out of them all. he ain’t the youngest but he comes off as one. actually the most talented—can sing, play instruments really well, write songs, etc. fans start crushing on him when plays the damn guitar and killed the number, eyes closed really savoring the moment. he looked really cool and badass, everybody swoons. admits that he’s already saving up for his future partner and says he’ll buy them whatever they want. actually joins a blind date variety show. 

»—INOSUKE 

the visual; he has the prettiest face and is always...shirtless. 🤣 usually hides his face in a partial mask and one of the group’s greatest feats is when he lets it drop, everyone goes screaming because he pretty af. one of the rappers and his dance breaks focus on him somersaulting. imagine taecyeon of 2pm. his ig has nothing in it but food and his gym adventures. also, ha s a food vlog! he thinks he’s king but everyone see him more as a cutie instead lol. he still doesn’t know each members’ names and even the name of their grp lol. 

»—KYOJURO

the leader; one smile and you drop. the perfect being of the group. he’s just very jovial and even grannies and 4 y/o kids are having a crush on him bc of how wholesome he is. good at everything but his expertise is being the spokesperson and the assigned dad of the group. when someone’s gonna brawl most likely it involves inosuke and sanemi, he’s the one talking sense to the members. has a habit of winking at the camera when it’s focused at him. 😉✨ his ig’s all him teaching his bro how to sing/dance, etc. has a food vlog w/ inosuke! do 

»—GIYUU

the mysterious type; and stans be screaming at him because of that mysterious emo aura he has. one of the vocalists and definitely writes songs and they’re the sappy, sad af that makes everybody go cri. accidentally the funniest member of the group because of his sarcastic mouth. ppl think he’s just kidding but really, his seriously yet unintentionally being savage. fans faint the very first time they see him smile. def scouted as one of the 2nd MLs whose only role is to get his stans’ heart broken.

»—SANEMI

the bad boy type; he always looks so angry and fierce and that’s why everybody’s screaming for him. one of the rappers and the ultimate main boy for sexy dance breaks. imagine him slowly unbuttoning his shirt as he dances. think of rain. fans love him even more for being a sexy bastard and a closet softie at the same time. his ig has nothing but pic of him, his bro and his dogs. also, his gym workouts that serve as thirst traps for fans though he doesn’t intend it that way. 

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COLLECTIONS: KNY  ✧ DAYDREAM MUSEUM 

[fairymadnessyeah]

New Sanders sides video! Let's go!!!

I now need a fic with the whole, it was all a dream and Thomas was actually in a coma au

Has it really been half a decade!? Damn!

Patton not liking the wine!! And Logan!!

And omg, Roman being such a drama queen!!

Virgil doesn't wanna be here! Poor anxious baby!

Omg, Janus is being so sassy!

According to Janus: Patton=bad fashion sense and immature, Logan=made one mistake, Roman=the Rousseau to his Voltaire (I went to look it up, basically he calls him delusional), Virgil=bad makeup,

I love all the reactions of the others to Janus' comments

REMUS EMBLEM IS ON HIS BUTT!!! I LITERALLY CAN'T!!!

"'Do you have anything to add?' He asked knowing he'll regret it" !!! Ppffff!!!

He was only in the last couple of videos! What can he add?

...

He says it was fine

The Anti Spoiler Spray!!

And they hit him in the eye! Just like with Roman!!

The knife!!!

Roman looked it up!!!!! Same buddy!!

Janus mistook Patton for a garbage can... why is this so funny?

The glass wine!! Logan noooo!!!

I feel afraid of what Remus decided to touch in Thomas' head. And his reaction to when Remus says it!

The mind palace is back!!! And Remus was in there!!

And Janus was there too!!!

Mind palace has now been changed to Janus and Remus lair!

They used Patton DDR!! In his room!! I need somebody to draw this!!!

Patton... how can there be ghost in Thomas' head... it's a mind...

Wait, nicknames!!!!

I just noticed those things have been changing through the video!!! And they can see it!!!

Pissy and Dukey!!!

"I need to healthily communicate my feelings with my brother *pulls out a sword*"

Virgil, you are good at communicating!!! My baby!!! You are getting better!!!

The puppet! Puppet virgil is back!! He still uses it!!

Triggering words for Roman: Callback.

I agree 100% with Roman! We need more music !!!!!

Omg, the 12 days of Christmas song! And Janus! You haven't been in a musical yet! I guess that part where you appeared in Remus' song didn't count...

"Ask Janus about our songs 'lies'-

"IT WAS A SONG ABOUT LIES! AND I WANT THERE FOR IT!!!"

The bubagum shrimp line was added by Remus!!! He whispers that to him on his sleep!

Nico, everybody's new favorite character makes an appearance!!! Or a mention!!!

10000 base, is the space wedding officiated by Gandalf and Dumbledore, writing that one for later...

The rest don't know him!! Can't wait for that to happen!!

Omg, the dark side of the Sanders sides, the valentine's special with valerie...

Logan and his wine glasses are a riot! It just keeps getting bigger!!!

Patton wants a pet!! Give him a puppy Thomas please!!

Zack-a-Julia the hamster!!! She gets a mention too!!!

SHE IS IN JANUS' HAT!!! NO WONDER HE DIDN'T WANT ROMAN TO MESS WITH IT!!!

"Do I have any regrets? Hmmm... *takes out rolled up long ass list* Do you want me to go alphabetically or...?"

Virgil is such a mood in this video!

"Me? Regrets? *takes out picture frame and stares at it melancholicly* I have one regret..."

It's not even a picture from the wedding!!!!!!

Patton is planning boys night in, with ice cream! Logan is actually regretting the paper bit!

The falsehood bit! I love it! Never regret it virgil!

Remus, please stop drinking the anti-spoiler spray...

Janus turned into Parton again!!!

Omg, they are remembering about the time Virgil was the bad guy!! 😢😢

And he is getting flustered!!!

Patton: the dad

Logan: the mom (God I love his wine glass bit!)

Virgil, the gay emo cousin (who got adopted by the mom and dad and can't escape his role as the other son anymore)

Roman: the son

Remus: fresh out of jail uncle, (fitting)

Janus: the sassy aunt, who talks shit about everyone (fitting too)

Acceptance and praise, are my two new favorite characters. And I hope they make a comeback!

The end card! And how they all looked at remus!

I loved this fice year special!!! It was so fun and so full of callbacks from the past videos and references!!