#I love big brothers sm

[annoyinglilbro]

(Asked this to someone else before but I had so much fun writing it I wanted to ask you too ☺️)

You're in your big brother's room, sitting on his lap so he can teach you how to play guitar. His big, strong arms wrap around you as he uses his hands to guide yours and show you what to do. Too focused on learning to play and not having the discipline to just sit still, you shuffle around mindlessly on his lap until you start to feel something hard and firm pressing against your butt. "God, you're doing such a good job, little dude. You're a natural. But playing guitar isn't the only thing I know how to do with my hands. Would you like to see what else?" You agree, eager to learn more. "Put the guitar down and unzip your pants." You're not exactly sure why he wants you to do that, but you trust your big brother, so you don't question it and just do as he says. "Good. Now show me your neck." Once again you do as he says, and are quickly surprised by the feeling of his warm lips kissing softly against your neck over and over. You want to ask why he's doing that, but it feels so good you can't bring yourself to. Then, one of his hands slides down into your underwear and lands on your little boycunt. "Time for your second lesson." He slides one of his fingers inside you, causing you to let out the cutest moan before he uses his free hand to stick some fingers in your mouth too. "Shhhh. Quiet down. We don't want Mom to walk in on us. Just be a good boy and suck on my fingers while I teach you, little dude."

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 yeah haaa hmmm this is so good

Big brother starts with his fingers but moves to his cock, gagging me on his fingers and teaching all the ways to make him cum hnggg

It becomes part of our lessons <3 we start with guitar and move onto the special lessons and mom is just so happy her sons are getting along, completely oblivious to the way her eldest is corrupting her youngest ahhh

And just being so into the lessons, pausing every few minutes to look at big brother and ask “like this?” “Am I doing it right?” “Can you show me again?”

“Fuck…yeah just like that, kiddo.” “You’re doing so good.” “I’ll show you again, pay close attention, okay, bud?”

Being molded into his perfect little toy and following him around everywhere and never letting anyone else touch me like he does ahhh

Fffffdd yeah my brain is fried I love big brothers sm

[milkbreadtoast]

My baby brother...☺️🤏💖

[jm-chrome]

They made up, and Zeri is now teaching them how to make a traditional Filipino parol for Christmas :)

(Reference to this previous art)

[mawlaeina]

Childe is a family man.

Of course he loves his current family—so much that he spoils them everytime he comes home to Snezhnaya.

But recently he’s come to a point where he’s thought of making a family of his own. Sadly, he’s been too busy with his work as a harbinger to even find someone he wants to get to know better.

That all changed though when he saw you comforting Teucer at the lake nearby his family cabin.

When he came to the lake, he wasn’t expecting hearing the sad sobs of his younger brother Teucer. Instinctively, he began to run through the snowy terrain and towards where the cries were coming from.

There he saw you, panicking and reassuring Teucer (albeit timidly). Teucer had clung to you, hugging you tightly as he cried his eyes out on your shoulder, and there you were—knelt to the young ginger’s height as you embraced him, softly patting his back to soothe whatever was ailing him.

Something ticked inside Childe’s head, and before he knew it he was walking towards you with a glint of interest in his eyes.

Childe called out to Teucer, and Teucer let go of you to rush over to his older brother. It put a smile on Childe’s face knowing he was still his younger brother’s favorite. You stood up, and both of you introduced each other.

You say that you were new, having just moved into the neighborhood from Liyue. Currently, you began to work as a tutor for the neighborhood kids, adding that you’ve always liked kids and wanted to help and see them grow up. It gave you such a fulfilling experience.

Oh, you had no idea how that statement made Childe’s blood rush to his head… and pants.

He smiled, saying that he also liked kids, his younger brother Teucer in particular. He asks how you managed to meet Teucer since he usually just stays inside playing with the Mr. Cyclops toys that Childe gave him everytime he returned. You reply that you visited his family cabin because his mother invited you over after helping her with some groceries before.

Teucer randomly began to mention how his brother was single—much to his own brother’s surprise. Who taught him that? Childe thought as he awkwardly laughs it off in front of you, though he secretly hoped you’d take interest in such a topic.

Before any of you could even say another thing, Teucer began to go off again, talking to his brother how pretty you were, and how he liked and wanted you to be another one of his big sisters. You were flattered of course and chuckled at the cute ramblings of the kid.

You asked Childe if this was a normal thing, and Childe responded that he doesn’t usually do this. You began to talk to each other, and Teucer seemed to notice how the two of you got a long so well so quickly.

So he asked you the million dollar question.

“Hey, will you marry my big brother Ajax?” He asks abruptly, stunning you and Childe momentarily.

A blush forms on your cheeks as you began to laugh bashfully, scratching your cheeks with a finger, unsure of how to respond to the child without sounding too bad.

“Uhm… Teucer, we just met.” You say to the young boy.

“But you’ll marry him, right?” He seemed so excited at the thought, and Childe was as well, though he decided to laugh it off.

“Teucer, don’t get too excited now. No one’s rushing for me to get married.” Childe tells his younger brother kindly, though Teucer only pouts.

Oh, but the plans that Childe began to have in his head after Teucer mentioned marriage. He definitely saw a possibility that he could spend a future with you.

Maybe give him some time, get to know him. You’ll definitely find yourself spoiled rotten in the future by this handsome Snezhnayan bachelor.

✦ I’m not obsessed with him, I’m not obsessed with him, I’m not-

✦ happy birthday to my dearest darling harbinger and husband

[Good lord I just wanna pamper him with kisses in the face]

[aesthetics-over-ethics]

This is so cute actually

[bubblez-bubble]

Natsu and Wendy being siblings and sharing a brain cell.

That's it. That's the post.

[weekdaysend]

Bee and his nepo-baby twin 💥

Who should Sari play dress up with next tell me tell me…

[starry-bi-sky]

Clone^2 - Separation Strikes

"Why do I have to go?" Damian asks, surly and accent-thick, it sounds more like a demand and a whine at the same time. Sitting on the kitchen table with his arms crossed, in a green t-shirt that Danny bought him at a whim when he was at a thrift shop, and black shorts, he's never looked more like a kid. There's a little backpack leaning against the table leg, Damian begrudgingly picked it out when they went shopping.

His English has grown in leaps and bounds since Danny found him -- er, or more accurately; since Damian was spat out in front of him. -- and very little did they have to use the translator on Danny's phone these days.

Which meant one thing: Damian can start attending school comfortably now. And 'go' was the Amity Smiles Child Care Center. Danny and Jazz went as kids until they were twelve, and Mom and Dad actually managed to convince the center director to let Damian enroll for the summer.

And it was summer; Damian starts today.

"Because," Danny says, trying and failing to hide the smile pulling on his face, his heart warm and soft, and also laughing at Damian's expense; "being cooped up in the house all day isn't good for you, and you're starting school in the Fall. And, in Jazz's words: you need to have interactions with other kids your age for the benefit of your social development. And besides, it's only for the morning."

Damian's nose scrunches up, and his eyes roll so violently that for a moment, Danny thinks about joking that he'll get his eyes stuck like that. He holds his tongue; his little brother already looks like he's five seconds away from committing an act of violence.

"I don't need social interaction." Damian sneers, his cheek in his hand; a neverend pool of pride. "I am--"

"The Blood of the Demon Heir, better than everyone else." Danny cuts off, waving his hand in dismissive circles, his voice mockingly deep. Damian's brown skin darkens in embarrassment, and he scowls at Danny. "I know, bud. But Jazz is right, -- don't tell her I said that, -- you should be around kids your age."

Especially when he starts First Grade in the Fall. Honestly -- Danny was a little nervous to send him to the center. Damian's long since cut the habit of trying to kill or otherwise maim people, his palms ache-burn with gentle reminder, but his tongue was as sharp and as cutting as his sword. He still struggles with trying to quell it when he's upset. Vicious child-weapon that he once was, and will never be again.

Danny knows that it comes from a place of fear and defense, that Damian lashes out because that's what he's been taught. That at the end of the day, he doesn't really mean what he says, and he's learning to express himself better. But the other kids don't know that, and kids can be unforgiving and cruel.

Danny just...

His slow beating heart sighs, melancholy settles behind his lungs.

He doesn't want Damian to be outcasted. He doesn't want him to be alone.

Not like he was.

Damian sneers again, but says nothing, his shoulders crawling up to hide his ears like a turtle receding into his shell. Danny watches him silently, leaning against the kitchen counter with his own arms crossed. The clock hanging on the wall ticks in their ears -- it's almost time to go.

He watches Damian, careful, and so he sees it when his little brother's stone-shell pride and petulance shudders, and cracks. The darkened furrow of Damian's brows weakens, and for a moment, slants back.

Ah, Danny thinks, his own shoulders slumping. Epiphany washes over him, and his sad-heart soothes in warm understanding. So that's what it is.

His head tilts, and his hair spills over his shoulders, messy and fluffy, tickling his neck. Some of his bangs fall into his face. "Hal 'ant easabiatan ya habibi?" He asks, voice low and soft. Just as Damian's English has improved, so has Danny's Arabic. He still stumbles over himself some days, and Damian says his accent is trash, but they can have whole conversations now in Damian's mothertongue.

(Danny was incredibly proud of himself for it.)

Damian's face darkens, his blush spreading across the rest of his face, and he ducks his head down. Grown-out curls, black-brown and springy, falls over his eyes. "La!" He yells, loud and indignant, and not at all convincingly. "La 'asheur bialtawaturi!"

He was nervous. Danny can see it now, in the hunch of his shoulders and the tightness of his face, and faintly, he can feel it too. In the ecto-rich air of the Fentonworks House, it thrums, barely-there, like a hummingbird behind his lungs.

Danny can't stop the little, fond smile that forces itself across his lips and upticks the corner of his mouth. "It's okay to be nervous, little brother." He says, he sounds like Jazz when he says that. He doesn't think she'll mind him borrowing the nickname.

He pushes himself off the counter, and Damian refuses to look at him, hiding behind his hair and in his shoulders. It takes three long strides for him to reach the table, and Danny turns, plants his hands on the ledge, and hoists himself up. Right next to Damian.

Damian leans into him easily when Danny's arm wraps around his shoulders and tucks him close to his heart. He can feel his ear against his ribs. Danny hunches over him, resting his chin on Damian's head. "It's so okay to be nervous, actually. I was nervous, Jazz was nervous." He tells him, scratching the blunt edge of his nails across his scalp. "Everyone gets nervous."

"'Ana last aljumiea." Damian mumbles, as small and feeble as he was the night on the OPS Center balcony, realizing that his mom and the League weren't coming for him. Realizing that he was replaceable.

Danny's half-working heart squeezes; in grief, in rage, and his faucet eyes sting. He breathes in carefully, and presses his nose into Damian's hair in a loving faux-kiss. "You're right, you're not everyone." He says, steady and strong, because if he's not a pillar for his family, who else is he?

He can feel Damian's eyes flick up to him, and Danny smiles into his black-brown curls. Tilts his head to squish his cheek against him instead, hand dropping to thumb below Damian's lashes. "You're Damian Fenton," Because the adoption went through a few weeks ago, and he's still riding that high, "You're my baby brother. O' Artist Extraordinaire, Kickass with a Sword, Vegetarian and Wonderful Co-Ghost Hunter."

Damian tries to stifle a smile, and fails. Score! Triumph gathers in Danny's gut, his smile grows wider. He squeezes Damian tight, and only releases him so he can look him in the eyes. "And if anyone gives you a hard time at school, and I mean anyone--"

Danny has bad memories of the teachers looking the other way when the other kids were bullying him, all because he was a Fenton.

And Danny, bleeding heart, bleeding hands, loves his family more than he will ever love himself, will never let Damian experience the same injustice. Not if he can help it.

His eyes narrow, and the buzzy-film of ectoplasm covers his eyes, making them glow, "--You tell me. And as your awesome great big brother-and-technically-dad-but-only-biologically, I will handle it."

Damian, wonderfully made, full of light, his little brother Damian, giggles weakly at him. A sound that's worth it's weight in gold. The scary eyes dissipate, and Danny matches the sound with a cock-eyed, impish grin, dragging Damian into a soul-crushing, too-tight hug. The kind that only annoying older brothers can give. "Got it?"

That gets a proper, if short, laugh out of Damian. He wriggles in Danny's arms, trying to break free. But Danny does calisthenics, his arms are as big as Damian's head, so it doesn't work. "Understood, now, daeni 'adhhab ya 'akhi!"

Danny laughs, loud and bright, and loosens his hold just a smidge, only so he can adjust his grip and hop off the table with Damian still in arm.

"Never!" He crows, hoisting Damian slightly. One eye flick at the clock, and in one quick move, he secures Damian under one arm like a football, and hooks his foot under the strap of his backpack. Kicking it up, he tosses it into the air and catches it with his free hand, and slings it over his shoulder. "Now, to the car, my boy! Before we're late and Mom and Dad get charged."

Damian groans, childish and dramatic and long, but his face is all squished up with a wide grin and glee. Danny can taste his joy beneath his tongue.

"And, if my little pep talk didn't encourage you," He says, reaching the door to the garage, flipping Damian up onto his hip instead. "If you have a good day today, I'll make you bal mithai when you get back."

Like all kids at the promise of sweets, Damian's eyes widen and glitter. Danny loves seeing Damian be a kid, it's his favorite thing in the world. "I will!"

[0vergrowngraveyard]

more baby tails variants this wednesday: nine edition

(new yoke sonic belongs to @myymi)

[aru-art]

happy 2nd anniversary to what continues to be the game of all time!! 🪐

[miyaheestar]

i know porter is probably older than vincent or idk maybe its the other way around but i love the idea of them being "twins" especially when porter said vincent understand him more than sam

[jade-len]

Me, fully prepared to be a little ass: If I were a horrible person and killed a bunch of people, would you report me to the police? lol

My older brother: Even if you were a monster, i'd protect you. I wouldn't be able to bring myself to hate or punish you. You turning out that way would be my fault because I should've been a better sibling. In the end, you'll always be my responsibility, and more importantly, my younger brother. I'll always love you.

Me, about to fucking bawl my eyes out: Hey what the fuck

so anyways after careful consideration and recollecting, that's how i came to the devastating realization that my older brother was a yue qingyuan kinnie.

[killugon-truther]

killua standing there like a proud big brother means everything to me, actually.

he's like "mhm. that's my sister. she's the shit." lmao i love them sm.

and they're both making the cat faces! they are too cute.

[spitsonyou1]

sometimes i believe ill turn into him

[annoyinglilbro]

Gamer big sis who lets me sit in her lap while she helps me play her game

Big sis who has her arms around me, her hands covering mine and helping me press the right buttons

Big sis who happily tells me all about the game while I nod and try to concentrate

Big sis who encourages me throughout the game, squeezing me tighter whenever I do something right

“Good job little bro! You’re doing so good. Now you’re gonna go here and talk to this person and he’s going to give you a quest, I’ll keep helping you don’t worry. You’re doing really good.”

Sighs dreamily

Yeah something like that

[outsidersheadcanons]

Since it’s either implied or canon that Johnny is close with everyone in the gang but there are some people we dont see him interact with could you do some headcanons of him with Darry, Steve or Soda if ur cool with that?

Yess!!

- So I like to think Darry looks out for Johnny when he can, kind of like the Curtis parents did. I like that one head canon where he takes care of him when he's sick/injured. I also think if Johnny ever has any problems at home Darry's the first person he'll tell (if he didn't already tell Dally, but Dally often resorts to solving problems with violence). Admittedly they don't spend a lot of one-on-one time together bc Darry's busy so often, but when they do they always just. have really nice conversations I think. Honestly if he could Darry would take Johnny in. He loves him a whole lot. -

- Soda and Johnny also get along really well (but Soda gets along w everyone tbh), and he always makes an effort to make Johnny feel included (sometimes socialization is hard bc he's so quiet, it's easy to forget abt him ☹️). But the whole gang will be talking and laughing and Soda will notice Johnny and be like "You should know this too 😀" and involve him in the conversation. It's really simple but it means a lot to Johnny.

- Steve is opposite to Soda, bc there are few people he gets along with in general. He's a professional hater 😡, but he always takes the day off around Johnny. He REALLY tries to be nice to him 😭 but I feel like he has yelled at him and Pony for being "annoying" 💀