#my sister will be mad about this post but :P

[frankenbolt]

What if I told you the real reason I don't wanna play Starfield is because I already have The Outer Worlds at home.

[thebuttsmcgee]

so. um. 👉👈

hi guysies.

Ig I should just say like. Hi

I haven't been posting here as much cause. Idk. Might be depression? I keep thinking its cause I've been so busy, which also wouldn't be not untrue, but these past, like, 3 weeks I think so far? I've had some free time but I haven't cause. I dunno, then again, I haven't been doing too much in general? I gues, besides very mandatory things, hell I've even been lacking in my regular skyrim hours of playing.

That, and as said, I get super melancholic when I remember just how sad and bittersweet it is that t0h is. Actually legit over. The show and experience, that is.

Oh all that and also becuz my headphones broke! Fuck! That's like number 2 in my bare necessities for when I post, do almost anything really! It's seriously been painful this past month going without headphones holy shit. Dude I've been scratching at the bit for some relief for headphones, I NEED music legitimately. Even right now, as I'm typing this on my phone, my music is on low levels.

But yerp. Its been. Rough. Really rough. I really do appreciate yall, everyone of yall. Have a sweet week everyone, ✌️!

[kryptonitejelly]

You already know I was coming for you when I saw that kinktober post…

Fly!boy Jake and reader’s first Halloween married 👀

👀 can’t say I am mad about this, i also struggled with what i wanted to put down for flyboy!jake (because the options ate endless) but here we go.

this is the outfit i had in my mind (cliche but why the hell not) but maybe with smaller wings *for the below purposes* . for the boys - i imagine jake as denim jake, payback and coyote as moko dojo casa house ken (because neither wanted to let it go) rooster as beach ken, fanboy as roller skate ken, bob as cowboy ken (because lewis pullman)

since there was no specific kink, i’ve just ran with it: halloween, costumes, cim, p in v, use of “angel” / “good girl”, a little bit of teeth, slight innocence kink idk?

-

“Emma wants to know if you have any preference on house,” Jake calls out to you as he taps away at his phone, the device buzzing incessantly from his sister’s barrage of messages.

“No, I’ll take whatever,” he hears your response float down the hallway from the master bedroom.

“Alright, you’re a Slytherin,” he says again, translating the messages being relayed to him via text into spoken word for you.

“Fine by me,” he hears amusement in your voice. Harry Potter - it was the chosen theme for the family Halloween costumes for the year, courtesy of his nieces and nephews who had recently developed a collective obsession with the books. You and Jake were flying back the next weekend to join the festivities which comprised of a family friend Halloween party hosted by Grandma Doris and the regular neighbourhood trick or treat with his nieces and nephews.

“Will we have wands?” Jake raises his gaze from his phone as he hears you come into view.

“You can have my wand baby,” the line is corny but drops from his lips involuntarily as Jake lets himself take you in, eyes darkening as they rake over your form.

“Too cliché?” You ask, walking towards Jake, brand new white strappy heels purchased for the occasion clicking against the floor of your apartment. You were basically dressed in little to nothing, a pair of figure hugging safety shorts covered by sheer white skirt on your waist, a sparkly bikini top white angel wings strapped onto your shoulders and a halo secured on your head with a hairband. It wasn’t your idea - but with the Dagger squad in town for the night for Annie’s Halloween party and each having been wrangled by Payback into dressing as different versions of Ken, you had been wrangled by Natasha into being the angel half of angel and devil with her.

“No,” is what Jake says as you come to a stop between his knees. He drops his phone only for his hands so slide up the sides of your legs, pushing beneath the sheer material.

“Jake,” you warn, your gaze darting to the clock on the wall.

“Hmm,” he simply hums, hands shifting to the outside of your knees, eyes holding yours.

“We’ll be late,” you caution, only for his palms to move along the back of your thighs.

“Mhm,” he hums again, tone non-committal as he tugs you done gently. His movement has the welcome effect of both your knees planting themselves on either side of Jake. He steadies you by allowing his hands to slide up to your hips as you brace yourself with your palms on his shoulders. You see Jake’s gaze dart down towards the hem of your skirt - your legs straddling him on either side having caused the material which has crinkled to shift up your thighs.

“We need to be out that door in five minutes.”

“I can be fast,” Jake’s hands shift up your body, palms sliding past your rib cage before his fingers hook deftly around the thin straps holding the bikini top up against your body.

“Jake,” you protest again, but your tone falters as he tugs at the strings with a sideward motion, exposing your already peaked nipples.

“Promise,” he says, gaze holding yours as he leans forward to swirl his tongue around a nipple. You make a sound of protest but your hands shift towards the back of his neck, hips sinking down to press yourself against his crotch, a movement which makes him grin almost wickedly as he bites down on your nipple, gentle enough not to cause pain and yet hard enough that it causes a soft moan to fall from your lips.

“You like that angel?“ Jake says, hands shift again, running themselves down your body and beneath your skirt where his fingers make quick work of hooking themselves into the band of your safety shorts only to tug the material downwards

“Yes,” you gasp out as Jake moves a hand between your legs, his fingers pushing past the flimsy white lace you have on.

“I can see that,” he says as he withdraws his hand, holding his index finger, which is glistening with your arousal. Jake raises his hand to your mouth, his finger pushing past your lips easily to let you taste yourself.

“On your feet,” Jake directs you verbally, but his hands are already guiding you off the couch, the safety shorts now dropping to fall around your ankles, constraining your movement.

“Face the windows for me baby.” Jake continues his direction, and you comply, body turning to face the windows that line the side of your apartment - tinted of course, from the outside, Jake had no problem showing you off but this part of you, he had no intents on sharing. It is dark enough outside that you can see yourself reflected in the glass, breasts hanging out of your top, cunt covered just by the sheer white skirt your underwear gone slightly awry, legs pressed together, the tiny pair of shorts pooled around your ankles just above your heels, angel wings still strapped to your back. You can hear the rustle of denim as Jake makes quick work of unbuttoning his jeans.

His hands are on you again in an instant, pulling your underwear to a side, fingers slicking themselves in your arousal while he draws a line along your slit. The contact makes you moan, and you meet Jake’s smirk in your mirrored reflection.

“Don’t see you protesting now,” he teases playfully only for you to grind yourself back onto his hand, an action that makes him growl lowly as he pushes a finger into you, prepping you for the stretch of him.

“You need to be faster,” you manage to say, voice breathy while conscious of the time. Jake leans forward, teeth nipping at your ear lobe, the corner of the set of your wings brushing against the side of his face. He adds another finger and you can feel him scissoring both fingers. Your body adjusts to him easily, and it doesn’t take long for the stretch to become a welcome sensation - something which becomes evident to Jake from the way your hips have started to push back onto his fingers.

“Good girl,” he mutters into your ear as he feels the slightly back and forth motion that your hips have started, “lean forward.”

You feel the loss of Jake’s fingers, but the loss is soon replaced by the length of him, sliding along your slit.

“Jake,” you whine, as he continues - the sensation is both welcome and torturous, having him so close but not yet in you.

“Yes angel?” He asks, almost innocently, his gaze never leaving yours in the reflection.

“Fuck me now,” you say, pushing your hips encouragingly back against him, “please.”

The desperation in your plea is all it takes to crumble the little resolve Jake has around you and you feel as he enters you in one swift motion, the initial burn from the stretch of him rushing through your body as your walls push against him. He gibes you a second to adjust before he begins to thrust, arms wrapping themselves around your body, holding you upright and flush against him. You reach a hand down as your legs move apart slightly to allow your fingers to rub at your own clit, the sensation complimentary to Jake’s actions.

“You look so innocent all in white,” he says into your ear, as he moves a hand up to pinch one of your nipples between his fingers before twisting the pebbled nub, which only causes you to moan wantonly, “but we both know you aren’t.”

“Harder,” you pant out as you arch your back in an attempt to push yourself further into him. The pace of your fingers have picked up, and Jake can feel you tightening around him, it’s quick, but after a year married, Jake has only gotten better at manipulating your body to pleasure.

“You going to cum for me angel?“ His thrusts grown harder, “going to cum all over my cock?”

“Yes,” your reply is barely a word as the pace of your fingers grow erratic. You can feel the coil in your belly tightening.

“Show me,” Jake’s finger finds your nipple, twisting again and it does you in. You cum with a cry, legs shaking as your body convulses against Jake. He grips you tighter, holding you firm against him as his hips continue to thrust, fucking you through your orgasm. He isn’t going to last much longer but is determined to let you ride out your own high before letting himself go to his.

“Want to cum in your mouth angel,” he says and you understand, dropping to your knees. Jake’s preferred place to cum is in you, but you both know it isn’t ideal given the face that you both really should leave soon, and the night ahead which you have. The sight of your does him in, on your knees, looking up at him with doe eyes that are glazed over on bliss from your early orgasm, breasts hanging out, sheer skirt hiked high on your hips, complete with the halo on your head and wings pinned to your back.

Your lips close around him as he cums, sucking gently as you feel the hot liquid on your tongue, as his hips stutter. You let him go with a pop before swallowing while Jake holds your gaze.

“You’re perfect,” he says, hand going down to cup the side of your jaw before helping you to your feet.

[redskull199987]

MIKE SCHMIDT!!?!?!?!

FNAF MOVIE ATE SO HARD okay but what about Mike Schmidt (aka Josh my childhood crush frfr) x eeader who was his childhood friend and despite her being obviously in love with him he never realized because of Geretts death his job problems and Abby so he always took everything for a "friendly gesture" (even though Abby told him multiple times and the overfriendliness duh) and one day after that one girl (the babysitter girl, something with M, forgot her name) didn't come he finally called her to babysit Abby which made her mad happy, and when she arrives before he leaves they maybe have a small romantic interaction which gets (sadly) interrupted by Abby by accident so he awkwardly leaves after that to work? This would be kind of a cliff hanger but I have this perfectly pictured in mind and I need someone to write this down, so please 🤞🏻 Thanks a lot, love you!!!

Waiting for Her

Mike Schmidt x fem!reader Request

Word Count:1.8k

Warnings:nothing basically, maybe a bit of anxiety on the readers side, but apart from that, it’s fluff, Movie spoilers obviously

Summary:You hadn’t seen your childhood friend Mike in years. And you certainly didn’t expect to see him anytime soon again. But what you didn’t plan on was him calling you to ask if you could babysit his little sister. And how could you say no to the man who was your first ever crush…

Masterlist

You didn’t plan on going out again today. Strictly speaking, you were actually about to go to sleep, since you had a long day at work and all you wanted to do was to fall into the comfort of your bed.

But right, as you entered your bedroom to get ready for the night, you heard your phone ringing from the hallway. Your brows furrowed in confusion, as you didn’t know who in the world would be calling at such ungodly hours.

You glanced at the clock on your wall once more, it was already 11pm, before you made your way towards your phone. Your suspicions only rose, as you didn’t recognize the number. But against all odds, you decided to answer.

“Hello?”, you asked gingerly, your voice slightly shaking.

Your Paranoia quickly dissolved into nothingness, as the Person on the other Side of the Line quickly answered:”Y/N? This is Mike, Mike Schmidt.”

“Mike?”, You wondered,”As much as I enjoy hearing from you again, why are you calling me in the middle of the Night?”

“If it were possible? My usual Babysitter didn’t show up and I can’t leave Abby alone.”, he tried to explain.

“Uh, this is kinda out of nowhere, but I was wondering if you could babysit my little sister?”, he asked, the slight Embarrassment in his voice painfully obvious.

To say that you were taken aback by his question would’ve been an understatement:”Like right now?”

Your mind was reassembling a hurricane for a minute, as your thoughts were racing towards every possible answer that You could give him. Were you tired and wanted to sleep? Of course, you were. But you also wanted to help out Mike, he was your childhood best friend after all. Even if you didn’t see each other in quite a while. After his little Brother died, he distanced himself from you more and more. You didn’t judge him, he was mourning after all, but you couldn’t deny the pang in your heart every time you thought back to him.

“So?”, Mike inquired after you didn’t answer,”Do you think it would be possible?”

You didn’t give yourself enough time to think it over once more. It seemed like you answered on autopilot:”Ehm, sure. Just tell me your address and I’ll come over.”

Mike quickly thanked you and gave you his address, you scribbled it down on a small Post-it-Note, before hanging up. You could only stare at your phone in silence. What the hell did you just agree on? Were you truly ready to see Mike again? What would he think if he saw you? Surely, you had changed quite a bit since you last saw him. And even more important, how did he look now? What was going on in his life? 

Since you were to babysit his little Sister, you thought that he was probably taking care of her. Where were his Parents? Did they die? Was Mike really raising his little sister on his own? Or did he have someone? A Partner potentially?

Your eyes widened. What if he did have a Partner? Not that it was any of your business, but you didn’t forget how much of a Crush you had on him back then. But he was your best friend, so you didn’t say anything.

And then you grew apart.

You quickly shook your head, trying not to overthink it too much. You looked back at your phone and realized in horror, that You had been standing there in the Hallway for ten minutes, just staring to the ground.

“Oh Shit!”, You mumbled to yourself and quickly jogged back to your room to throw on a pair of Jeans and grab your jacket. With your keys in one hand and your Phone in the other, You made your way out of your Apartment and towards your car. You took one last deep breath in and looked back to your Home, before finally starting the car and driving to the Address, Mike had given you.

With your hands slightly shaking, You knocked on the Door of an inconspicuous Apartment. You could see Lights coming from the inside and a Car was parked in Front, so You knew someone was Home. You just hoped that it was the right address and that you didn’t accidentally scare some People by randomly knocking on their Door.

But as the Door swiftly opened, you presumed that your assumptions were unnecessary. In front of you, stood a tall young Man with curly Brown hair. He was wearing a Security west over his Hoodie, it even had a small Badge pinned to it. He may have looked different, but Eyes were the same. You were sure that you would recognize his Eyes in every other Universe. And it were exactly those eyes that were staring at you in disbelief right now.

“Mike?”, You finally said, a smile now lacing your lips. All Anxiety aside, you were just happy to see him again. The Boy you had seen everyday when You were a kid had now grown into a man. And a pretty handsome one on top of that.

“Y-Yeah, it’s me.”, Mike mumbled, running a hand through his hair,”You…You look really pretty.”

You felt heat rising to your cheeks and you quickly looked to the ground, the smile on your face only growing bigger.

“I missed you.”, You finally said,”Mind if I ask for a Hug?”

Mike only shook his head, already stepping closer to you, slinging his arms around your waist. As his warmth engulfed you, you realized once more how much you had missed him, so You made sure to give him an extra-large squeeze before the two of you parted.

Mike only looked at you, with what you thought was adoration, in his eyes, before he asked you inside.

“So, what have you been up to?, You asked, as you carefully glanced around his apartment. It wasn’t particularly big, but it looked cozy. You spotted a TV in front of a Sofa in the living room and directly following it was the small kitchen with a round table in the middle. You presumed that the hallway led to the bathroom and Abby’s and Mike’s Bedrooms.

“Oh you know, this and that. Mainly looking after my sister.”, Mike finally answered your question, as he grabbed his car keys from the living room and came back to you,”What about you?”

“Nothing too interesting.”, You smiled politely,”I work in a boring office and live in a boring Apartment and go to the same boring Mall now and then.”

“No Partner or something like that?”, Mike asked with furrowed Brows and you saw the regret on his face, as he realized that his question may have been a bit too straight forward.

But You only chuckled, trying to lighten the Mood:”No, I don’t have a Partner. Why?”

“Oh you k-know..”, he mumbled, looking to the Ground,”I thought, someone as pretty as you would have a Partner.”

You were quite sure that you must have looked dumbfounded as hell, but neither Mike nor you got any chance to say anything, as you saw a small Girl running down the Hallway, towards the two of You.

“Mike! I wanna come with You”, She quietly whined and grabbed his arm. Mike only gave you an apologetic look, before leaning down to her height:”Abby, we talked about this. You know, it’s too dangerous for you to come.”

Abby only pouted in response and now, her gaze finally fell onto you. Her big brown eyes inspected you from top to bottom:”Is that the Girl you always talk about?”

Now it was Mike’s turn to blush, as he swiftly rose to his feet again:”This is Y/N. She will look after you tonight. We were friends when we were about your age.”

“Oh, I feel honored.”, You chuckled,”Tell me, what do you wanna do tonight?”

You gave the small girl a warm smile, before also leaning down to her height, just as Mike had done it mere seconds ago.

“I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you, Abby”, You said and held your hand out for her to take it. She looked at it for a second, before gently grabbing and shaking it:”I like you.”

“Mike only lets me stay up until 12”, Abby pouted and glared at her older Brother.

You looked back and forth between them for a second. She really was a lot like her brother, you noted.

“I tell you something, come here.”, You motioned for her to step closer and as she did, You mumbled something into her ear, so that Mike couldn't hear it,”I’ll let you stay up as long as you like and I won’t tell Mike. It’ll be our little secret, okay?”

The Girl practically beamed at you and nodded eagerly, before taking off towards her room again. With a chuckle, you got back to your feet to accompany Mike to the door.

“Thanks again.”, Mike mumbled, opening the Door,”I’ll pay you as soon as I get my salary, I promise.”

“There’s no need for that, Mike”, You chuckled patting his shoulder. The Boy looked at You like You were his Lord and Saviour:”How can I repay you?”

“See you tomorrow then.”, you beamed and waved your hand at him, as he made his way towards his car. You looked after him for a minute, before you heard Abby calling out for you.

“You could…yk, Go out with me some time.”,You proposed shyly, looking to the Ground.

But much to your Favour, Mike gave you a smile and a nod:”I’d love to.”

You concluded that it was the right decision to answer Mike’s Call.

Bonus:

After a long and dreadful Night at the Pizza Plex, Mike finally arrived back home. He was ready to just fall into his bed and sleep through the entire day.

And as he stepped closer, he felt his heartbeat slightly pick up. There you were, huddled up on the Couch, but what he didn’t expect was that Abby was laying next to you. Or rather, on top of you. The two of You cuddled up together under the blanket, like a bunch of cats.

But his plans changed, as he stepped into the apartment. He was about to call out for you, when he spotted someone laying on the Couch in the Living Room.

A small smile made its way onto his face and he quickly stepped forward to adjust the blanket on the two of you, before quietly making his way towards his room. Mike decided that it was a good idea to call You up and ask for help.

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𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐞 - 𝐏𝐭. 𝐈: 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

Miguel and Peter have been best friends since grade school. You’ve been in love with Miguel for about that long.

He’s messed with every girl on campus, all of your friends, any girl with a pulse except for you- Parker’s adorable little sister. Even so, there’s plenty of ways to get fucked.

|| 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐃 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ||

Characters: Miguel O’Hara, Parker!reader, Peter Parker Tags: Explicit- MDNI, College AU, Brother’s best friend, friends-to-lovers, house party, alcohol, voyeurism with a third party, sloppy oral, degradation, yearning, sarcasm, shared Marbies and the insurmountable melancholy Word count: 3k cross-posted to Ao3!

Thank you for your patience and encouragement, I survived my first case of writers block since being back. -xoxo, chiwhorei

You wobble forward on a pair of heels that pinch a bit too tight. Your favorite pair was lent out to a friend, they matched her outfit better anyway. The runner in the hallway slips under the balls of your feet.

The bathroom, that’s your excuse. His room just happens to be right next to the bathroom. You’ll just peek in to see if he’s hiding from the pounding music and drunk college students trying to talk over it.

The fruity drinks Peter keeps making you are starting to tingle in your cheeks. Miguel calls you a lightweight, but you’ve hardly seen him at all tonight. He’s not a very good host, you think, leaving his party guests to mill about without his company.

Most everyone seems plenty boozed enough to not notice, but you would miss Miguel even if you were sedated. You’re certain you could miss him the same, even if you’d never met him. You curse your own hyperbole, God, drunk you is annoying.

“Mmph,”

A muffled groan spills out of the creak in his bedroom door. Sober you probably wouldn’t creep any closer, but she’s long gone. Plus, you have to walk past it anyway, you remind yourself, to get to the bathroom.

Your eyes wander from their strained focus at the end of the hallway and catch on a familiar complexion. Strong arms hold Miguel’s meal against his bed as it whimpers and squeals, muscles flexing underneath the remainder of his summer tan. The space between the door and its fame is just enough for your face- too much, by far, but the blood under your skin seems to pull you as close as possible without it squeaking open any further.

“Calm down, Mami,” He shushes against her, you can hear how wet his lips are, “we’re not going to get anywhere with you squirming.” Miguel’s voice knocks the air from your lungs, it escapes past your lips in a clumsy gasp.

His stare, deep and unblinking, pins you to the doorframe. You’ve gotten Miguel plenty mad, riled him up more times than you could count- but this is different. It’s red-hot, soldering you to the ground below. It’s not anger, not surprise, not the mixture of both it probably should be.

“P- please, I can’t,” her voice is familiar, even broken around a cry, “I can’t cum again, Miggy.” He kisses up her leg, licking at her ankle as it’s pinned to his chest. Pink strappy heels sit limply against the dip in Miguel’s collarbone- the pair you leant her a few hours prior. They matched her dress better, but that doesn’t seem to be a concern anymore.

Miguel doesn't stop, doesn't flinch. You can hear his mouth as it purrs into her again, see his cheeks sitting high on his face- even behind the thighs that obscure your view. Instead of yelling at you to close the door, Miguel smiles wildly. Evil, in the sweet, tooth-rotting kind of way.

“Aw, Pobrecito,” he coos against her, but the words are shot towards his voyeur, “you can give me one more.”

It feels like a bullet in your chest, friendly fire.

“You’re my good girl, aren’t ya?”

“Hey,” A finger and thumb snap in your blank eyeline to rip you from your thoughts, you jump in your seat at the sound, “Are you listening to me whatsoever?”

“Claro,” Your accent lacks any semblance of confidence. Miguel scoffs, at least some of his work is getting through.

You clear your throat and focus back to the textbook in front of you to read off the next prompt, “Write out a response to the following question, ‘¿Qué haces este fin de semana?’

Miguel snorts in response, and your eyes narrow across the kitchen table. He swallows back the snicker he holds in his mouth, hands up in feigned innocence.

“Vale, but this one’s easy, ‘No tengo planes, porque soy pinche abborito-” You clip his last word, throwing the first thing in reach, your textbook, towards his head- hoping to land a papercut.

Your tudor’s braced for impact, catching it with one hand and laughing at your outburst. You huff, arms crossed and posture falling. Miguel and Peter have your parents old dining room set, your chair wobbles as you sink back in it. Just like it always has.

“I got that, asshole.”

“Well, you could have fooled me,” Miguel slides your book back across the wood between you, “You tested out of Spanish 101 and now you're going to flunk out of 205. What was it, hermanita, clerical error?”

God that nickname digs past your skin and into the nerve endings, eating its way outwards. It wasn’t always like this, was it? You can’t seem to remember a time where his voice didn’t ignite every cell of blood.

He must have a talent for house fires, you think, or maybe you’re just more flammable in the days following your little run-in. You retreat ever further into the wobbly dining chair to create some distance, digging your shoulders into the spoked back.

It feels the same as when you were kids. Slinking into your chair and puffing your chest when you and Miguel would pass insults over the table. Your cheeks feel just as hot, your blood just as cold. You’re 13 again and Miguel just told you that boys aren’t going to want to kiss you and get stuck on your braces.

“I did well on the stupid placement test because it was on paper.” You feel like you’re speaking around that mouth of braces again, “I can understand the vocab and stuff, but our final is all oral.”

“If the final is oral,” Miguel chirps, pulling you closer by the leg of your seat with a splintering screech against the floor, “you might as well just drop the class, mija.”

He’s far too close, your skin might start sizzling. This was a horrible idea, one you’re sure you’ll be paying for later. He might as well put it on your tab.

“I’m just going to go to the tutoring center tomorrow, or try to drop, or fail and lose my spot on the dean’s list.” You go to slam your textbook closed but Miguel’s fingers curl over the spine, spreading out to keep it open.

“Cálmate, you’re not doing any of those,” instead of looking dumbly into his stare, your eyes fix on the rings Miguel wears; one for every long, beautiful finger. He mixes silver and gold, and you can’t decide which metal looks better against his gilded complexion. The things those fingers could do, your eye threatens to twitch at the thought, the places those fingers have been. Nearly all of your friends and the majority of Sorority Row.

“I promised you I’d help, I’m a man of my word,” his tone feels earnest for a beat, and you watch a pointer finger come out to barely graze the hand you’ve still got holding your book. It’s hypnotizing, maybe you shouldn't be so hard on the girls that hang off of his every sentence. All of these years you should’ve been inoculated, and you’re still no better. You might even be fatal.

“Plus, your brother bet me that you’d fail your final.”

Fuck him. And every perfect plane of skin. And that lopsided, toothy grin. And that goddamn laugh that makes you feel undercooked and mushy.

You pull your hand away, moving to stand up but those dangerous fingers curl around your wrist. His touch is so familiar, so easy to get sucked in to, like a rerun of your favorite movie. A physiological horror, maybe.

“C’mon, I bet him that you’d ace it. You’re my smart girl, mi nenita.”

The opening you have to throw a smart remark, or maybe another book, is wasted thinking about if you’re the only one who gets called that.

Miguel drops his grip on you as the front door opens. From the corner of your eye, you see his tongue lick over his bottom lip, just like he does every time he’s won. He must like the taste of your turmoil.

“Is our girl fluent yet, Mig?” Your brother’s presence is booming and a more than welcome distraction. Peter’s hands wrap around your shoulders, pressing his stubbled cheek against your face hard enough to squish your mouth to the side.

“Oh absolutely, she’s on her way to nailing that final. We’ve just got to work on her or-”

“Peter,” your voice interjects, a few octaves higher than what would pass for normal, “you got a lighter? I need a break.”

Your brother pats his jacket pockets a few times before tossing you his zippo. You fumble the catch, nerves rubbed raw and bloody. Don’t give him a reaction. You reclaim a bit of your composure and swipe the pack of Marblo reds from the table.

“Hey! Those are mine,” Miguel’s protest dosen’t reach his eyes, and you can’t hide the pleased smile that he pulls up over your teeth, “fucking brat.”

“Put it on my tab.”

The cement fencing around your brother’s apartment is cold against your ass. Your brother’s lighter sparks a few times before you can light up the cigarette. He should get a new one, but you know he won’t. Peter hates change.

Must run in the family.

It wasn’t always like this, you think against the first pull from Miguel’s cigarette, maybe if I keep ignoring it, we can both pretend it never happened.

What’s longer, death, or a life sentence?

You would have gladly lived and died a lovesick puppy, following your brother and his best friend around like Miguel was leash training. Living in between the moments of your life where he was, where he’s always been. Wrestling in the living room, pretending to hate when he’d gain the upper hand and pin you down helplessly under him. Playing tag, playing house. Calling shotgun in his old mustang, giggling every time your brother tried to argue. “It’s her seat, Peter,” he’d say with his arm over the back of your seat, pulling out of the driveway as if he hadn’t just ripped out your bleeding heart, “get over it.”

You couldn’t tell at first, but that open bedroom door was the last straw bending. The last few moments before the break, the aching stretch as you’re snapped in half. You’re not just Peter’s clumsy kid-sister anymore, you’re the drunk college girl that watched Miguel fucking his tongue into your freshman-year roommate.

You’re the still-drunk girl that walked home alone and touched herself to the memory of his wet smile and lashing tongue. The sobered-up girl that came hard on a toy named after him.

Heavy boots stalk forward, tracing the sidewalk and landing in your eyeline. You take another drag, blowing out into Miguel’s face.

“No fucking manners,” Miguel pulls the cigarette from where it sits between your lips, “what am I going to do with you.”

From where you’re perched, you meet his gaze without having to crane upwards. Miguel’s lips wrap around the stain your lipgloss left. You wonder if he notices, if he likes that taste too.

“I think I’ve had more than enough of you today.” Your quip is half-hearted and falls flatly on the pavement between you.

“Ya know, for someone with a stick shoved up her ass,” Miguel steps closer, taking up the space between either knee, “your posture sucks.”

You straighten your back in protest, but a low tree branch pokes into your spine. A yelp splinters from your throat as the wood catches where your leggings meet your sweatshirt.

Miguel laughs, but leans forward and reaches around your middle to snap the branch from where it’s stuck against your tailbone.

“Told ya.” He flattens his palms against the cool cement, you can feel the warmth of his thumbs on either side of your thighs. Rule number three, Don’t let him get too close. But you’re trapped already, surrounded in three of the four directions.

“I think we need to have a little chat, Mami.”

Maybe if you fall backwards into the tree behind you, you could try to make a break for it. A few scrapes and bruises sounds significantly more palatable.

“I think I’m good, I’ve met my heart-to-heart quota for the year.”

You try to stand, but Miguel’s hands keep your hips down where you’re sitting. You can feel the ridges of his fingers where his rings lie, the warmth of his skin, the slight tremor in his left hand.

“Ay coño,” Miguel tilts his face up to give you a smile, his canines look sharp enough to break skin, “no need to play coy now.”

Flashes of wet lips and borrowed shoes run past your vision. There’s no way you’ll make it out of this conversation in one piece, you feel yourself chipping already.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you yank the cigarette from Miguel as he exhales, blowing his smoke from the side of his mouth. What a gentleman.

“I see,” he tuts. You watch him swipe his tongue across his teeth, it takes every ounce of will to keep you from thinking about how your lip gloss tastes in his mouth.

“Maybe I should bring in an outside perspective, I wonder if Peter saw anything on Saturday.” Miguel stands up straight and spins around to feign walking away, “He can help us track down the creep that was watching me fuck your little friend-“

“I don’t know what you want me to say, O’Hara,” your jaw is clenched hard enough to snap wire, “That I’m sorry? I promise I didn’t see anything? I promise I won’t tell anyone?” At least anger is a little easier than shame. Even if you’re the one in the wrong, it feels evil for Miguel to play with his food like this.

“O’Hara?” He laughs, turning back to face you with crossed arms.

“Well, Parker, I guess I’m just wondering,” Miguel takes the spent cigarette from your hand, pulling the last of it with a final inhale and dropping it onto the ground. You hear the crunch of his boot as he puts it out.

“Did you like what you saw?”

His face is only as far away as your eyelashes, two hands coil around your legs, hiking them up behind your knees. His lips are so close to you that you can taste his gum- cinnamon. A flavor so specific to him, you swear that’s the only reason he likes it.

“No,” your voice is barely above a whisper, speaking to someone you wish couldn’t hear it, “I mean, I wasn’t trying to… watch you. I was going to the bathroom and-“

“And you thought you’d stop by for an anatomy lesson? I only promised I’d help you with Spanish.”

Your eyes prick with frustrated tears, it’s either fess up or fall backwards and make a break for it.

“I was drunk,” your voice is louder than it should be, the arch in Miguel’s eyebrow seems to agree with you.

“I was tired, a- and drunk, and when I walked by your room I was… curious, I guess.”

His hands loosen from where they press into your leggings. He hasn’t let go yet, thumbs now drawing circles into the thin spandex. If his touch wandered any farther, you’d be done for- the damp heat spilling from your center outwards is mear inches from the tips of his fingers.

“Little Parker was curious,” his voice croons, “about what exactly? The birds and the bees? What mommies and daddies do when they love each other?”

Miguel’s waist blocks your legs from twisting over each other, there’s no relief to be found, it seems there never is- for you at least.

“I know what the-” his patronizing widdles down any sharp comeback you’ve got holstered until the points are dull, “I’m not a fucking kid anymore. I’m plenty versed in that area of study, and I definitely don’t need any notes from you.”

You’re not as hopeless as Miguel thinks, your first year of college was spent on any ‘anatomy lessons’ you had still been missing. Underwhelming, unsatisfying, clinical even, but the specifics would be buried next to your grave before you’d give them to Miguel.

“Hey Mig, ya ready to go?” Your brother’s voice almost knocks you from the cement ledge you’re perched on.

Miguel doesn’t falter for a second, whispering into the shell of your ear and punctuating with one last malicious smile. Your skin feels sticky, like you’ve just crawled out of a mouse trap.

The words he moved around his lips are left to echo in the now-empty space in front of you. His Mustang whines as it pulls out of the driveway and you try to shake loose from the grip still searing your thighs.

“Just let me know if you need help studying those more private subjects, I’m known to be quite the tutor.”

©️chiwhorei.2023 || don’t fuck with me I’m so serious

[mylittlesecrethaven]

Facts About the TWST Boys You Might Not Know: Scarabia

I have no idea why, but the other versions of this post have been blowing up.

Anyway, let's go I guess.

Kalim:

He apparently has 30 siblings. (My goodness.... his parents must love each other a lot.)

Kalim hates curry because once when Jamil tested it for poison, he was put into a two-week coma.

His favorite food is coconut juice.

He and Jamil wear the same eyeliner and eyeshadow. (I fucking ship these two so hard.)

In development, he had a scrapped smug look for his model similar to Jamil's smug look.

Jamil:

One of his hobbies is break dancing. (This may have already been known though...)

His name literally means "beautiful" in Arabic.

After the curry incident (mentioned above), Kalim's household has a rule against serving curry at banquets.

Jamil's favorite food is curry. (Hilariously)

He wants a pet parrot, but when Kalim asked for one for the dorm, Jamil said no because the dorm's conditions wouldn't have done well for raising a parrot.

He's also a talented singer.

He's said that the first word he would teach his parrot (if he got one), was "Hello" in the English version, and "Master" in the Japanese version.

I feel like I don't even need to shorten this one, so Imma just c&p it. "During the Twisted Halloween: Terror Is Trending, Jamil almost went as far as to entirely burn down Sam's shop as an excess of littering was causing insects to flock toward Scarabia's stamp rally location."

As a kid, he hid inside a pot when his mom got mad at him and ended up spooking his sister, who only saw a pot with legs running around.

He once found an insect mixed in with some dates, and now he hates dates.

Man, Scarabia got so much more love than Savanaclaw or Octavinelle.

Anyway, I'll get the next part out at some point.

(These were really fun though.... maybe more fun than Heartslabyul)

[luciferanalyzestar]

I love dark humor but HH is very lacking about expect the pilot for example the jolke about angel insults vaggie who asks if he is trying to be rasist oe sexist and he tells which make her more mad. Only joke I like in series it is when nifty told about how she torture insects and nobody catch her because they are too afraid.

The comparation between hh heaven and P&S one is beacuse the main character act rude and sinful but big point they are been kicked out ! Heaven don't approve but in same time there is episode where a demon ascend , so P&S heaven is good place.

The funny thing i don't consider HH!heaven corropt sure they made extemination, in secret so we don't know what all population thinking about, and without extremination sinners would be dangerous because Hell is just amusement park for evil, imp company make their money killing humans by commision from sinners, if they could they do themselcves. Hell is full of worst , for examople when vaggie was suppost to be protitue for me, that heaven was corropt because prostitue should be hold accontoble like pimp, serial killer, gangster

I like dark / general fuck up humor too. For example, the life lesson parody channel Tomorrow's Teachings. That channel has made me laugh out of loud so many times due to how absurd the plots are. I do not like every joke made in those videos though and they can cross into tasteless or too fucked up if you know about that channel's history.

For a show set in Hell, Hazbin is lacking in the dark humor category. The only joke that got a giggle out of me was in episode one when Niffty freezes up when the camera is on her and I like how it comes back at the end of episode eight. I like to me a good call back.

This show never made me laugh. I found those Gen Alpha parody songs that were made when the show was released to be funny. So many of them live in my head rent free. Also, I have watched this voice over parody more than the actual show. Makes me laugh every time, it is so stupid. /lh

Back on topic, I wish the show had more character-based humor and maybe dry/deadpan humor. There are many forms of humor. Focusing on just on one type can make your show dull.

The funny thing i don't consider HH!heaven corropt sure they made extemination, in secret so we don't know what all population thinking about, and without extremination sinners would be dangerous

I wonder what the reaction would be if the exterminations are revealed to Winners. Will they be against it, for it, or neutral. This is probably will be explore when Molly [Angel's twin sister] gets introduce. Like would she care that there is a chance that her brothers and father will be killed by angels? It is also a headscratcher that she is in Heaven. She is a spider like the rest of her family, meaning she had a part in crimes her father or brothers committed. We just have to put a pin in that until Season 2.

Hell is full of worst , for examople when vaggie was suppost to be protitue for me, that heaven was corropt because prostitue should be hold accontoble like pimp, serial killer, gangster.

I think I mentioned before, I think in my Charlie blog post, but I wish Hell and Heaven had clear set rules on what gets you set to those places. The unfortunate implications of that being a sex worker gets you sent to Hell is horrible. I hope when we see more of Heaven it is revealed that sex work exists in Heaven like in the form of OF models.

[muffinsin]

Hey, Merry Christmas Eve / Hanukkah / whatever you celebrate, if you do,

I was wondering if I could request dani going into the woods to hunt and crossing paths with a werewolf s/o with a G!P and knots dani?

Love the breeding kink requests and have lowkey gotten into omega verse stuff but mostly for knoting and how it ties in with breeding stuff.

Thank you! The same goes to you and all who read this! :)

Absolutely! Our Dani needs some good knotting ;) Switched about a few times with the writing style and settled on one that isn’t in the reader’s POV this time! Depending on how it’s received I’m considering writing more works this way, with reader-pov’s obviously staying as a main part of all my posts. Also had a few ideas of how this one would go down, settled on this however- I might post short versions of the other scenarios that played on my mind! ;)

Anyway, let’s get into it!😙

Masterlist

She skipped ahead eagerly, sickle summoned in her hand and halfway swarming, so her feet barely touched the ground and she felt the warm sun on every part of her.

Daniela loved summer.

She heard a noise in the distance and snickered. A lycan's roar. So Lord Heisenberg had released them already.

She grinned; she would be sure to tell Cassandra too.

They always had so much fun playing with the lycans! Even mother approved, smug when the other Lord complained to her about his mauled and, or, stupid looking monsters. She always claimed her darling daughters merely had their fun.

And they did, when they giggled and made the wolf chase them, knowing Heisenberg's pathetic creations would never compare to them. Daniela snickered at a particular memory in her mind, of Cassandra holding a beast tightly while Daniela gave it a little bit of a makeover.

In the end, its fur was cut so that little hearts littered the skin. Lord Heisenberg had been so mad, it was hilarious! Mother was so pleased with them too!

Yet, a lycan was not something she was looking for. No, she wished for something else entirely. The perfect prey!

With summer having approached and the temperatures high enough for them to hunt all day, she knew her task as clear as day.

She wanted to find the perfect prey for her mother.

Sure, the woman was proud of everything that was brought back to her, but nonetheless Daniela wished to show her worth. After all, not only Cassandra could hunt mighty beasts.

She kept moving, eyes naturally catching wolves and lycan's howls.

At last, after only a little while, she found her prey.

A beautiful deer, it's short fur soft and clean, almost golden looking. She grinned- no one, even Cassandra, beat her as it came to catching deers. She was the fastest sister by far, best suited for such a fast animal.

She approached with caution, her sickle drawn and a smirk on her lips. This would make such a fine meal!

The predator attacked when the animal's head was turned away, laughing maniacally as her sickle dug into its skin.

It ran, and Daniela followed. Its speed didn't compare to hers in the slightest.

Another slash. The poor prey kept running.

She giggled, eagerly chasing. She knew she would win this and already pictured her family's reactions to the deer.

Cassandra, her proud older sister that Daniela looked up to. She knew her sister would praise her for her work and eagerly dig in. Even help Daniela set up a trophy if she asked her to.

Then Bela, the eldest sister. Daniela also looked up at her, the perfect and beautiful and smart sister. She grinned as she chased the deer, picturing Bela's pleased smile as she stroked her hair and scratched her scalp as a reward for her work well done. She loved Bela's attention, truly. The blonde was always so busy, Daniela sucked up every bit of attention she could get from her older sister. In a way, she knew she couldn't become like Bela. She still dreamt of it, though.

And Mother, of course. Daniela's grin brightened even more. Yes, Mother would praise her so much! Her large hand set on Daniela’s shoulder as she did. She would even let her have the first bite!

She laughed in anticipation.

Another slash, at the animal’s legs. This one at last caused it to fall. The redhead smirked proudly, her sickle disappearing as the leaned down. Good, her precious prey was not dirtied or damaged too much. She wiped away the blood, eager for her family to see the beautiful fur.

Just as she was about to lift it, another scent caught her nose. She turned, spotting the large cave entrance in the short distance. She didn’t remember hearing about this from any of her sister’s stories. Nor had she ever found it.

She simply had to know what was hidden inside.

The deer forgotten and on the ground, the redhead advanced. She rested her gloved hand on the cave’s entrance. She heard a heartbeat from within, so the cave must not be all that deep or big.

She stepped inside, her nostrils flaring as she picked up the scent of blood, sweat, tears and- she blushed, all too familiar with the scent of sex that still lingered in the air. The redhead jumped when she stepped on something that cracked. Upon looking down, she saw the bone under her shoe. She frowned- the ground was littered with bones.

Was this some large predator’s cave? She grinned- if she brought this one home, even Cassandra would be shocked!

She ventured farther into the cave, stepping over bones and bodies. She recognised some of the women on the ground, servants that had escaped or been set free to be hunted down. She had already forgotten all about them.

She noted the blood on the walls- some was fresh, most was not.

At last, she found the beast, it seemed. Its large body hunched over as it nibbled on a corpse.

Daniela summoned her sickle. Her prey was huge, rivalling varcolacs in its size. She gulped.

Perhaps she could come back with Ca-

“Ah!”, she shrieked in surprise when a clawed hand shot out to her. Naturally, she dodged the attack. Her heart beat quickly. It seemed she would need to do this on her own.

The beast looked as though it frowned for a moment, as if confused about Daniela’s ability to swarm. She certainly made for a difficult opponent, she thought with a smirk.

The woman launched herself at the prey, her sickle raised and ready to dig into its flesh. And so it did, her sharp weapon tip digging into the beast’s shoulder as it roared in pain.

She laughed as it dropped to the floor. It was certainly easier to slay than she thought. When she brought it home, she would need to make up a different story of how she had slain it!

Too absorbed in her own “success”, the woman did not notice her opponent’s trick. She smirked as she reached for her sickle, yet yelled when her ankle was grabbed by a large hand and she was lifted, hands squeezing her painfully tight as though to ensure she didn’t escape the beast’s grasp again.

”Unhand me!” She shrieked angrily. The other creature just stared at her, until its head moved closer. She tensed for a moment, then cringed as she felt a long, wet tongue drag against her face.

”Stop that!”, she demanded. She would not smell of some mutt!

And yet, she watched with wide eyes as its snout pressed against her stomach instead, between its clawed fingers. She squirmed slightly in its hold.

A blush overtook her face and she shrieked when she felt the snout push below her dress. “Hey!”, she gasped. She then had time to take in the creature and match the pieces of this puzzle.

The many dead bodies, all of them women. The scent of sex in the air. The tongue across her face and neck and the snout now exploring her thighs. She gulped when she saw the large tip of the monster’s cock stand at attention. She felt an ache between her legs. It had been so long since she’s had anything but a maiden, she practically ached for what she knew was about to happen.

”Let me”, she whispered seductively, unsure whether the creature even heard her. She giggled as she swarmed and it roared angrily, yet watched her as she peeled her dress off her slim, curved body.

Daniela was left in only her panties, which she slowly pulled down. She would not include this part in her story, she thought with a blush. She couldn’t help feeling so ratty, jumping at the opportunity of such a large cock in her. It was so very rare she had them, she once even allowed herself to be filled by a lycan.

She dropped to her knees, hands wrapping around the beast’s exposed cock. It was pink and long, erect and sported a round knot at the base. She swallowed, her mouth and throat dry.

A growl came from the wolf. She leaned forwards, tasting the meat. Her thighs pressed together as she felt arousal spread in her body.

At the first brush of her tongue against the large cock, it twitched to attention. She moaned at the taste and scent of the wolf. It smelled unique, in a way. A large, clawed hand set on the back of her head. She gasped as she was pushed forwards.

The thing seemed surprisingly human for an animal, she thought, humming as her lips wrapped around the tip and the creature growled.

She gasped when her lower half was lifted, looking up as she was lifted and turned, her head smudged against the monster’s long dick. She blushed bright red and hot when she felt the long, wet tongue drag between her legs and lick broadly alongside her slit. A moan slipped from her lips and her hips moved slightly. She gasped when she felt the creature’s claw cut into her due to this, resulting in dark blood running down up hip and towards her breasts.

Her hair hung freely below her and she groaned when she was lowed suddenly, the large cock pushing against her face. “Give me a minute!”, she complained, giggling as she licked alongside it. She gasped at another lick between her legs.

A growl from the creature. She felt too warm already, yet tried to keep her composure. She was a Dimitrescu! She was not technically meant to let a creature this vile defile her. Oh, but it felt so good.

She wrapped her lips and hand around the monstrosity between the creature’s legs, moaning and smiling as in return she felt its long and thick tongue work between her legs, licking her and rubbing along her clit, the strange, rough texture of it bringing her immense pleasure.

Daniela hummed as she sucked and stroked, her hands barely unable to wrap around the cock. She felt strange being held in the air, upside down no less, and her head spun as she felt the thing’s tongue push inside.

”Goood”, she groaned, pulling away for a moment to breathe. The position made it difficult to suck the cock. It seemed her newest pet- she had decided to keep this one the moment it licked her- knew of this.

She shrieked in surprise when she was moved, lips back around the cock as she was lifted and lowered, the tongue inside her rubbing her and pleasuring her while the dick slid deep in and out her throat.

Humming and moaning, she felt nothing but the pleasure that was inflicted on her. Her senses were on fire as she was brought closer and closer to the orgasm.

Daniela shrieked and groaned in annoyance when she was yanked again, turned and facing the beast. She considered a snarky remark, but all words were taken from her and air was knocked out her lungs when she was shoved down on the erect cock below her, her legs twitching and her cunt on fire. She fisted the wolf’s fur and threw her head back. She felt heavy balls slapping against her ass as she was taken roughly, rougher than she ever had been taken.

Another growl from the creature. She moaned at the large hand settling on her ass cheek, groping. She whimpered at the scratch caused by sharp claws and the blood drips on her pale skin.

For a moment, her thoughts lingered on collaring her newest pet. She giggled, slurred moans passing her pump lips, at the thought of dragging it behind her on a leash.

Cassie would be so jealous!

Daniela gasped as the rough tongue dragged alongside her neck again, uncaring of the necklace that hugged her throat.

She felt high, almost, on the pleasure, and almost torn in two by the monstrosity between her legs. She wouldn’t have it any other way, really.

She came without warning and groaned when the animal kept going. She tugged the fur, words slurred as the pleasure simply kept going. She felt the knot push against her entrance, yet it didn’t enter her.

“P-Pet”, she groaned, her back arched. She whimpered as she felt her harder, second orgasm approaching. Her new pet felt so good in her. Daniela felt its tongue drag alongside her bare shoulder. She whined when she felt its sharp teeth against it.

”G-Good, more”, she demanded. She gasped in surprise when she felt cum shoot inside of her, the feeling foreign and erotic to her, the wolf’s cock twitching and trembling inside of her. She came too, when sharp teeth dug inside her shoulder.

She whimpered when she turned her head and saw the bite placed on her. Blood surrounded the bite mark and smeared on her skin and the wolf’s fur. She shrieked when she was suddenly let go of, swarming barely in time to avoid more aching muscles.

Her eyes widened when she heard a chuckle. Upon turning, she felt confusion and arousal yet again. The previously hairy, large monster turned into a human-ish looking woman.

A woman with muscles and of large size, and with a ridiculously arousing smirk. Daniela’s confusion must have been obvious. Her eyes widened and she gasped when her eyes trailed down the woman’s front, down her breasts and back between her legs, where she still sported an erect and full cock. The knot was still on it. Daniela squirmed, overly aware of the cum drooling out her stretched hole.

She gasped in surprise when the unnaturally strong woman pulled her arm, pushing her up against the cave’s cold wall. She groaned at the feeling. Was this woman infected by the cadou like her?

The creature scanned her- Daniela realized it must have been a mutant too. After all, the eyes matched the ones of the wolf using her mere moments ago just perfectly.

She gasped again upon feeling the other woman grip her thighs and pull them apart. She stood with her legs spread, gripping the stone wall. Never had she felt this aroused in her life.

”Perfect…omega…”

When she spoke, the woman’s voice sounded rough. Likely from the transformation, Daniela assumed. She frowned in confusion at the woman’s words.

”You will make…a good…mate”

Every word sounded painful. Daniela felt the tip of the woman’s cock against her entrance.

”What do you me-A-Aaah-n!”, she yelled as she was filled again, her voice echoing in the cave. She felt warmth radiating from the bite on her shoulder.

Omega? Mate?

Daniela groaned. She felt full and still felt cum clinging to her insides. The woman’s hands, now barely larger than Daniela’s, reached forwards and groped her large breasts.

Then, as if her mind supplied her with the answer to it all, she thought of her Mother’s lesson as a child, how she had spoken of the alpha and omega dynamics that sometimes occurred in those affected by the mold. She hadn’t thought her family was affected, having never felt any effects whatsoever.

In that moment however, she felt on fire. The bite, meant to claim- as she realised, burned and ached, but did not hurt. She closed her eyes as she was taken mercilessly against the wall, hands groping her and balls slapping against her with every thrust back inside her warm core.

She felt so, so needy, like she never had in her life, and the other woman’s scent seemed to call out to her. She briefly thought of explaining this to Mother, then brushed the thought aside; she would worry about the mess later.

Instead she turned around, her back painfully pressing against the stone wall. She saw the knot push against her entrance every thrust. Her hands set on the woman’s shoulders, feeling the muscles there and the wound her sickle had caused. The mutant seemed unbothered, her goal only one thing: to breed the beautiful omega that had found her way into the cave.

Daniela felt close yet again, her nails digging into strong shoulders. “More, pet”, she gasped breathlessly. Her nipple was pulled. She whined, back arching for her new lover. The choker necklace sitting snugly around her throat was the only clothing item still on her.

Another orgasm washed over her, intense and powerful this time. She felt drawn to the mutant, even more so, and hooked her leg around her backside to keep her from stopping.

Golden eyes looked down when she finally felt the knot pushing harder against her entrance. “Ngmmm!”, she whimpered and moaned, her hole stretching to take the large knot inside. Once it was in, Daniela’s breath evened again, but her arousal rose. She needed it in her, all of it. She wanted it so bad- no, she needed it, even.

The mutant picked up the thrusts of her hips again, her nose brushing against Daniela’s neck. The redhead breathed heavily as a tongue, human now, brushed against the marks left on her and she heard moans and groans against her shoulder. Teeth, sharp, but less so, dug into her neck, just below her choker. She groaned at the feeling and yelped in pain as it caused her to squeeze the large knot inside of her. She was going to be so stretched after this…

”More, pet! I want it in!” She demanded greedily. She wanted to carry the seed in the knot so desperately. Oh yes, she’d take her newest pet home, be her- what had the woman called her? Yes, omega. She would be her omega, allow her to use and fill her holes every day. Daniela was in such desperate need of a pet again! They always died so painfully quickly!

She was pushed around again, her front back against the rocks. The reason for this became clear to her immediately, when your teeth dug into her pale back, the soft skin breaking easily under sharp fang-like teeth.

She gasped when a hand slung around her chest and grabbed her breast, another moving down to her clit. She moaned, loud and clear and heard it echo back to her in the cave, when both were teased and played with.

So close…

The thrusts with the large knot inside gave pleasure and pain alike, until at last she heard moans and growls behind her, slurred noises that indicated how close the mutant was.

”Yes! Take me! Fill me please!”, she begged. It seemed this motivated the mostly mute woman. She giggled when her clit was rubbed quick and her nipple was pulled. Her head spun from the pleasure and her cunt ached from the rough treatment it received.

”Good…omega…”, the woman forced out. The words sounded a little more human. Daniela shivered at them. She didn’t know all that much about the mating cycles just yet, but was very eager to find out with her pet.

”Please, my alpha!”, she answered, back arched and screaming as she came, the knot painfully big in her clenching cunt until it too burst as the other woman orgasmed, cum shot deep inside the redhead.

She groaned as she felt hands settle on her lower stomach, the skin bulged slightly. The sensation was strange, though not unwelcome. She watched the bulge grow a little, then stop when the knot too was drained and calmed.

The cock slipped out of her, wet and red as it slapped against her thick thighs. When she turned, her legs nearly gave out. All it took was a small push on her shoulder from the woman for Daniela to fall, her body heavy and aching, as she fell on top of the many bones and corpses that littered the floor.

”He-Hey!”, she gasped when the woman leant down, caressing her stomach and nestling down next to Daniela. What had she gotten herself into now?!

{Dani seems like such a monsterfucker lmao}

[1796samuel-seabury1729]

doodle dump part two ! ! ! >:3

some of these arent very recent but i still wanted to post them :P

ALSO I HATE THAT CHARLES LEE DRAWING THAT I MADE ON THE EIGHTEENTH . IT LOOKS SO FUCKING BAD . I WAS EXPERIMENTING AND TRYING TO MAKE A NEWER DESIGN FOR HIM AND IT TURNED OUT SO BAD OH MY STARS .

- my barely eligible handwriting translator -

IMAGE ONE --- gibes you a smooch ! [ this is a drawing of peggy and lafayette , btw . . idk how to draw them </3 ]

IMAGE TWO --- the silly ! ! >_<

IMAGE THREE --- yapper + forced listener / p — c . lee -> ( i cant draw him ☹︎ ) — g . washington

IMAGE FOUR --- CHARLES LEE

IMAGE FIVE --- " WHO TOOK MY BIBLE ! ? " — i love him chat — samuel ( me ) — samuel seabury the type of guy to say , " why , i oughta ! ! " when hes mad

IMAGE SIX --- i wanna draw john laurens so bad rn cries — me and bro : — alexander h . -> — john l . <- — " we should kiss , alex . " — " . . what . " — the sillies ever ^^

IMAGE SEVEN --- ( pissed off )

IMAGE EIGHT --- c . lee -> — s . lee <- [ sidney lee - charles lees actually sister from history :P ] — " . . . EW . " — " IKR . " — ( talking about j . laurens )

IMAGE NINE --- two girls -> — married btw <- [ the woman on the left is sidney lee ; the woman on the right is an oc of mine , katherine abbott , that i made sidneys wife :3 ]

[blue-scorpion-king]

Adam Taurus was an horrible person.

Might as well say this: I am an cis man and I did not like Adam as an person. At all.

I honestly don’t give a damn about his ‘wasted potential’ as a villain.

He was both an spiteful, arrogant, manipulative leader of an group that turned extremist, thanks to him, and an horrible lover/boyfriend for Blake.

I don’t think he really knew what love is supposed to be either.

And that he let all of his ego, sadism, and racism go to his head as he ‘fights’ for the cause.

Aka, wanting to grab power for his own mission of killing every human and faunus who does not believe in his methods and ulterior motive.

And no.

Just because he had an sad backstory with being oppressed and literally branded with SDC on his eye, it doesn’t excuse everything that he did.

It just does not excuse it.

It is similar to even with the good that Ironwood did, the path of him snapping and  was there. And even with that it looked like that he could grasp the whole situation and fully realize the error of his treatment towards Mantle, declaring martial law, training an school full of teens for war basically, all that.

All it took was him caving in by the sight of an Wisp Grimm’s visage of Salem and him getting more and more tunnel vision, trying to fight through Salem, not around it, for him to turn on the very heroes that want to him, even with the sensitive info about why Salem is doing what she does, the Relics, and such.

And that the heroes did not want to sprinkle in some lies to keep Ironwood from having an unpredictable reaction and plan of if he found out.

Also, you want to know why Blake did not end up with Sun? 3 main reasons: Blake wants to face the current state of the White Fang more than falling in love with an man that she sees far more like an brother from another mother than anything.

She made her choice to run to keep Adam away from everyone that she cared about in Beacon, even with that she knew that she made an bad choice.

& lastly, she had Yang in her mind ever since Beacon fell, until she reunited with her team in Haven and tried to mend the team relationship.

And did not run away again.

Back to Adam though.

Adam was not an ‘Beast’ to Blake as an Belle.

He was an god damn Gaston. : P

He was beaten by the 2 people that he tormented.

Especially the one that got her right arm cut off and struggled, but ultimately got up, trained with her dad, went to find her team, including her sister, find her biological mother with her bandit tribe, and realized something while fighting Adam with Blake in Argus. 

It might have been like this in her head: 

‘...Why was I so afraid of this guy? He is *pathetic*. Yes, he cut off my arm. But... He is just so shitty as a person. And so cheap with his Semblance too.’

Keyword: Might.

So yeah.

Good riddance.

I am glad Adam is dead. : P

And I don’t care for his ‘wasted potential’. He ran his course and ruined himself.

No one else to blame but himself.

-Also, can a big portion of RWBY haters realize that not every villain needs to be 3-4 or more layers deep. As long as they do their role right.

Like an villain making you hate them. If they can do that, they have done their job.

Adam Taurus is one of those. 

Though, I am not saying you should hate Adam or like him. More power to you.

I am just explaining my stance on him as an person. Even with that he is fictional.

I know this.

But don’t hate on people who like him or hate him.

This applies to EVERY single RWBY character in the show.

Especially Blake & Yang.

They are together-together now, since V9. 

Please get over that, people who are pissed at their very existence.

The RWBY fandom has enough people throwing insults over trivial shit and opinions. While others are just trying to enjoy the franchise.

We don’t need more of that.

And I am not mad at those people as of right now.

I am just disappointed in them.

Moving on to the last point of this post. And then I am done-

To emphasize: He was an true piece of shit. : P Like *God.*

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~The Bat~

[jessaerys]

in 2017 i went through a horrible depressive episode where i watched mad men all the way through THaREE times consecutively and i was reading and writing a lot of rpf beatles mclennon fanfiction. as a chronic oversharer its been hard not tell this to my loved ones as sometimes it would be objectively extremely funny to reveal but immediately after it stopped being shockingly hilarious it would be absolutely mortifying. im in a 3 year long relationship and ive not cracked anyway POST yassified ferb in love; it would free her (the girl who drew it)

i am holding both of your hands it's okay ages 19-24 i was in a long term lived together relationship and i also never cracked (about pnf yaoi). mad men back to back and mclennon is basically mainstream in this day and age are you kidding me. be cringe and free. i love you. here's the pherbcest

OK SORRY I CANT JUST DROP IT I NEED TO DEFEND MYSELF. CONTEXT: i was 15-16 and living in a highly controlling christian cult hellhome so cartoons were basically the only thing i could watch openly and objectively pnf is a really clever funny and well-written show and my little sister really liked it

also it was the late 00s if you wanted gay you had to diy it in the deepest fringes of the internet (deviantart)

ALSO the concept "what if your parent married another parent and you and your new step sibling were best friends but also fell in love. wouldn't that be so complicated and full of potential drama" is objectively pretty compelling (see: contemporary disney channel show My Life With Derek, which basically had that exact premise)

i'd like to peresonally apologize to dan p*venmire and jeff "swampy" m*rsh

i actually really like these two like ambiancewise. the art is good. two extremely different vibes. the duality of pnf yaoi

bonus pher/bnessa

i must kill myself now

[nattinatalia]

Urban Wyatt x Reader Instagram AU

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urbanwyatt Baby mama did the damn thang 🇲🇽 so proud of you wifey💖

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cozane baddie 🫡

selenosunni 🔥

yourbestiename THATS MY BEST FRIEND GO BEST FRIEND!!!!!

user Not them saying wifey and baby! Did we miss something???

user Divorce but still loving each other 🥺

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•

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jackharlow Can you blame us??? Like holy fuck

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claybornharlow 👀

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user Urban and Jack fighting for their lives

user Jack you’re gonna let y/n take your wife?

yourusername I SAW HER FIRST, SO SHE’S MINE!!!!!!!!

jackharlow 🙄

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user YOUR GIRL? WHAT???

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urbanwyatt 🙄

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yourusername 🙈

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druski AY YOOOO I KNEW IT ✂️

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jackharlow NOOO SHE MINE

jackharlow 🙄 only sharing her with you!!!

yourusername Boy I wasn’t even waiting for approval.

urbanwyatt 🥵 🥵 🥵 I’ll let this slide

yourusername Of course you would 😇

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jackharlow GO AWAY

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keepingupwithynwyatt Not JOP being too lit and forgetting the lyrics. Good thing Y/N called his ass out for it. Also not him calling her mom suegra and saying he was gonna get a kiss from YN 🙄 URBAN BETTER CHECK HIS ASS!!

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user Lmao

user so did he get the kiss?

user jop is a mood lol love him

user Peso Pluma was my favorite

urbanwyatt You know damn well I checked his ass after this.

jackharlow I can confirm

cozane Yuppp

yourcousinname Good thing y’all held Urban back I for sure thought he was gonna deck dude.

jesusortizpazfr It was a joke bro 😎

urbanwyatt Go joke with someone else’s girl, not mine.

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urbanwyatt It is.

jackharlow 🙌🏼 love to see it

user OH MY GOD

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user CASSIE ABOUT TO BE A BIG SISTER

urbanwyatt 😏😏

druski I KNEW IT

druski I FUCKING KNEW IT

druski YALL FUCKING STILL!!!!!!!!

druski jackharlow PAY UP BECAUSE I TOLD YOUR ASS THEY WERE STILL FUCKING

jackharlow This doesn’t prove that.

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[slashers-sister]

(we are posting a story finally WOOOOO)

(you being their little sister is your perspective, and I'm doing this to appease the demons, sorry I haven't been posting a L O T has been happening)

(G: Nubbins, P: Chop-Top, R: Drayton, and Blue is for bubs <3)

——————————————————————————

You and the twins.

It's been a fight. Constantly.

Back and forth.

You wanna strangle them,

They wanna strangle you.

You guys still love each other, it's just.. well to put it in simple terms, you'd bite them if they touched the door handle to your room, but if a victim hurt either of them, the victim's life will be very short lived.

Of course, today is a hot Texas day like normal.

And Nubbins, the dumbass he is, is about to turn this into a 2v1. Sadly Chop-Top isn't siding with his twin.

Y'all are probably working on the front of the house, it's spring, making it look presentable and unsuspecting to the normal passerby.

Nubbins is getting bored, but you guys are nowhere near done.

"W-Why c-ca-can't we just f-f-fuck-fuckin' be d-done..?!"

His twin clocked him on the back of the head.

"Cuz, drayton'll have our asses if we don't finish!"

You snickered. Nubbins has mood swings, but they are getting worse the more he doesn't get to kill. You have no reason to worry, you're part of the family.

And family. Doesn't. Kill each other.

He just angrily yells, like full blown-

"AAAAAAAAAAA-"

You and Chop-Top look over like '??????????'

And he's storming off to the side of the road all mad.

"Get your ass back 'ere!"

His response 👇

You're just standing there like ":0"

You've never seen Chop-Top run faster.

Ever.

Besides the time he was being chased by Drayton

And Nubbins is just running as fast as he can, funnily enough he was the fast twin.

Just not today, huh?

You watched him get tackled, and then get dragged back. "I-i ain't d-d-doin' t-this shit a-a-anymore!"

"Shut up before I hang you on a meat hook like last week."

Oh.

..OH.

Besides laughing, you remember that. It sure took the meat of their antics this week.. besides Nubbins flippin' his twin off.

Hours later, Drayton comes out to find Chop-Top and you relaxing.

Nubbins less so, sitting all grumpy.

"Ta' hell happened?"

You were about to say something, Nubbins didn't bother. Chop-Top interrupted you,

"Oh nuthin', just had to chase a rabbit down."

"I-i-if you weren't m-my t-t-..twin you'd be dead by n-now."

Drayton is confused.

You're laughing again.

And as you laugh, Nubbins and Chop-Top get into a fight. More psychical than usual, but it ends in Chop-Top carrying his twin over his shoulder.

Bubba was sleeping on the bone couch peacefully after a day of butchering victims.

Very confused what he's seeing as Chop-Top is going upstairs with his twin. Who's screaming and stuttering like an angry Chihuahua.

.. and you dying on the floor by the front door. Just laughing.

Drayton just shakes his head and goes to sit down.

"Jus' go get cleaned up when yer done laughin' like a god damn hyena.."

What a normal day in the Sawyer household.

[ghostermctoaster]

Ciao!

So, uh, welcome to my blog! There’s honestly not much going on here. I draw and write and I get lucky if even get ten notes on my posts because I really only post my ocs :’)

ANYWAY.

If you see two (maybe more??) goofy goobers tromping around in here, the little gay Greek/Italian dude with silver hair is Alex and the bisexual Colombian blond is Alystyr.

These are my two original ocs that I’ve grown and developed since I was REALLY young. Like- these bitches old as FUCK.

*ahem*

~~~

ABOUT ME:

I’m gender-fluid, asexual, and demiromantic! Any pronouns go (she/he/they)

Boys 🫶🫶

I’m Italian/Irish (I’m a fucking redhead BURN ME *SOBBING*)

I’m the oldest of 4 children, I’m super grungy, but like also kinda chill??? 😭

ADHD/autistic

I love all of Rick Riordan’s books, the PJO show was so well made, PRAISE LEAH SHE’S AN AMAZING GIRLBOSS

~~~

I’ve read all of the following: The Hunger Games, Diverent, I’ll Give You the Sun, Wings of Fire, Harry Potter (didn’t like that one-), The Chronicles of Narnia, Vampire Academy, Twilight, Crave, ALL Riordan books doing with mythology (PJO, HOO, TOA, KC, and MCATGOA)

My favorite shows: Voltron: Legendary Defender, Gravity Falls, The Owl House, Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, The Dragon Prince, Stranger Things, Falcon and the Winter Soldier, Wanda-Vision, Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Heartstopper, a lot more but I’m tired and can’t remember

MOVIES!: Cruella, Do Revenge, Luca, ALL MARVEL (well- no. Not all of it, but most), The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2023), Mean Girls, The Greatest Showman, there’s more, but again, I tired

Video games: Hades, Hades II, Minecraft, FNAF (all games), Assassin’s Creed: Odyssey, Mario Brother’s franchise (because I have a little sister who forces me to play-), Dead Plate, Married in Red, anddd…that might be it

Bands/Artists I like/love: My Chemical Romance, OneRepublic, Shawn Mendes, 5 Seconds of Summer, Olivia Rodrigo, Sia, Lauv, Imagine Dragons (FUCKING SUE ME), Halestorm, Lady Gaga, Maroon 5, Lil Nas X, twenty one pilots, Cavetown, Coldplay, AJR, P!nk, Vance Joy, Halsey, Melanie Martinez, Mad Tsai, Paramore, Jake Webber, Magnolia Park, Jelly Roll, Benson Boone, Chappell Roan, and more!

~~~

Uhhh…hmm..well, I really like Monster, my favorite is Mango Loco. I consider myself to be friendly, I’ll talk to anyone so long as you respect me and boundaries and whatnot. I’m an ambivert so if I seem like I’m being shy, I just think you’re really cool and I don’t wanna fuck up making a potential new friend. If I talk to you like we’re already friends instantly, go get checked for autism /JJJJ

Anyway! All likes and reposts are so, SO appreciated and I cherish them all. Thanks for getting to know me! Feel free to DM or crash in the ask box.

PEACE AND CHICKEN GREASE 😘

[best-fictional-band-poll]

THIS IS THE OLD SUBMISSIONS POST. UP TO DATE SUBMISSIONS CAN BE FOUND HERE

Sorted alphabetically by band. Please click through to original post to see full list. IF IT'S NOT ON THE LIST, PLEASE SUBMIT IT. NO BAND IS TOO NICHE. Multiple bands from the same media are permitted.

Putting this under the cut because it's getting too long!

0-9

4*town - Turning Red

A

About Gardens - ROGUEMAKER

The Ark - I Was Born For This

ABXY - Splatoon

Arno van Eyck - Disco Elysium

B

The Band With Rocks In It - Discworld

The Beets - Doug

The Best Ever Death Metal Band in Denton - The Mountain Goats

The Bettys - Phineas and Ferb

Black Stones (BLAST) - NANA

The Blues Brothers - The Blues Brothers

Bottom Feeders - Splatoon

Boys In The Sink - Veggietales

Boys Who Cry - Spongebob Squarepants

Boyz4Now - Bob's Burgers

Boyz 12 - American Dad

Bunk Bed Junction - No Straight Roads

C

Cheetah Girls - Cheetah Girls

The Clash At Demonhead - Scott Pilgrim 

The Covey - Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

Crash & The Boys - Scott Pilgrim

D

Daisy Jones & The Six - Daisy Jones & The Six

Damp Socks - Splatoon

De Bois Band - & Juliet

Deep cut - Splatoon

DETHKLOK - Metalocalypse

Dedf1sh - Splatoon

Decibel Jones and the Absolute Zeros - Space Opera 

Dingoes Ate My Baby - Buffy The Vampire Slayer

DJ Octavio - Splatoon

DJ Stylbator - Samurai Jack

Dr Teeth and The Electric Mayhem - The Muppets 

Drive Shaft - LOST

E

Evar Orbus & The Galactic Jizz-Wailers/The Max Rebo Band - Star Wars

F

Fig and the Cig Figs - Dimension 20 Fantasy High

The Flaming Creatures - Velvet Goldmine

Fran-Shou-Shou - Zombie Land Saga

G

Gallifrey Academy Hot Five - Doctor Who 

Gem & The Scotts - Secret Life SMP

Gillion & The Tidestriders - Just Roll With It

Girls Dead Monster - Angel Beats

Gorillaz - Gorillaz

Grifters Bone - Magnus Archives 

H

Hatsune Miku - Vocaloid

Heaven Seventeen - A Clockwork Orange

The Hectic Glow - The Fault In Our Stars

Hex Girls - Scooby Doo

I

Ink Theory - Splatoon

J

Jem & The Holograms - Jem & The Holograms

Johnny Casino and The Gamblers - Grease

Josie & The Pussycats - Archie (Comic)

The Juicy Fruits - Phantom of the Paradise

Julie and the Phantoms - Julie and the Phantoms

K

Kessoku Band - Bocchi the Rock

Killer Boy Rats - Horrid Henry

The Killjoys - My Chemical Romance

L

Lacus Clyne - Mobile Suit Gundam Seed

Lady Parts - We Are Lady Parts

The Last Days - The Last Days

Lemonade Mouth - Lemonade Mouth

Leningrad Cowboys - Leningrad Cowboys

Lincoln Hawk - Gossip Girl

Little White Lie - Little White Lie

Loded Diper - Diary of a Wimpy Kid

Love Burger - Can't Hardly Wait

Love Händel - Phineas and Ferb

LumberZacks - Milo Murphy's Law 

M

Mad Gear & The Missile Kid - Danger Days, My Chemical Romance

Maxwell Demon & The Venus In Furs - Velvet Goldmine

The Mechanisms - The Mechanisms 

Milkcan - Um Jammer Lammy

The Misfits - Jem & The Holograms

Muppet Orchestra - The Muppets 

N 

Needy Beast - Hatchetfield

O

Octoplush - Splatoon

Old Gods of Asgard - Alan Wake

ok, kids - Andre and Karl

Off The Hook - Splatoon

P

Pink Slip - Freaky Friday

Plasmagica - Show By Rock

Proto Zoa - Zenon Sweep 

R

The Rainbooms - Equestria Girls

The Rats - Velvet Goldmine

RIP - Ruby Gloom

The Risky Fix-Ins - Buzzfeed Unsolved Franchise

The Rutles - All You Need Is Cash

S

Sadie-Killer & The Suspects - Steven Universe

Sadgasm - The Simpsons

SCÄB - Home Movies

Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band - The Beatles

Sev'ral Timez - Gravity Falls

Sex Bob-omb - Scott Pilgrim vs The World

Sing Street - Sing Street 

Soundcheck - Odd Squad

Spinal Tap - This Is Spinal Tap

Squid Sisters - Splatoon

Squid Squad - Splatoon

The Stiff Dylans - Angus, Thongs, and Full Frontal Snogging 

Sunset Curve - Julie and the Phantoms

The Superconducting Supercolliders - Designations Congruent With Things (Pacific Rim fanfiction)

T

The Three Lights - Sailor Moon

Trapnest - NANA

Turquoise October - Splatoon

V

The Vampire Lestat - The Vampire Chronicles

W

Wonderlands x Showtime - Hatsune Miku Colourful Stage/Vocaloid

The Wonders - That Thing You Do

Wyld Stallyns - Bill & Ted franchise

Wet Floor - Splatoon

w-3 (omega-3) - Splatoon

Y

Yoko & the Gold Bazookas - Splatoon

Z

Ziggy Stardust & The Spiders From Mars - David Bowie