#afab!virgil

[wouldyoustayvn]

Hi there, ( my age is in bio) I've been following for the past 2 week? You are very talented, i really like your art and how you draw in general.

My ask is how good Virgil is when taking care of an MC with painful periods

Also hello from the Caribbean

Virgil with AFAB Mc with painful periods

Virgil have been in that situation before with his sister, but of course he knew that each person are different when it comes to dealing with periods. He’ll ask Mc of what would they like for him to help them out. He’ll give them chocolates or any snack they wanted, make them tea or any drink that can at least soothe the cramps, would leave them be if they ask him for personal time. He’ll check up on them time to time if they wanted anything else. He’ll also go buy some hygiene stuffs for them as well, and buy some more stuffs for them!

((Also thank you so much! <3))

[an-organized-confusion]

The Sides’ Heights

HCs for my AUs, tallest to shortest...

iZombie

Roman - 6′4″

Remus - 6′2″

Logan - 6′

Virgil - 5′10″

Janus - 5′8″

Patton - 5′6″

Gymrat

Patton - 6′5″

Logan - 6′

Roman - 5′11″

Virgil - 5′9″

Janus - 5′7″

Remus - 5′6″

Begotten

Janus - 6′1″

Virgil - 5′11″

Remus - 5′10″

Roman - 5′9″

Logan - 5′4″

Patton - 4′4″ (He’s like a 10 year old here...)

Promethean

Remus - 6′6″

Roman - 6′1″

Virgil - 5′10″

Logan - 5′9″

Patton - 5′8″

Janus - 5′5″

[5eraphim]

Is it ok if you do yandere classic heavy x reader? The reader could be from his team or someone like a Miss Pauling for their team

I decided to answer this request with a oneshot, I wasn't certain if this was what you had in mind, (As in I didn't know for sure if you wanted this or headcanons.) but I hope you enjoy

Title: Backstabber

Character: Classic Heavy (Team Fortress 2)

Rating: X (MINORS DNI, GO PLAY OUTSIDE)

Content Warnings: yandere, AFAB reader/female terms of affection used (good girl/my girl), abuse of power, dubcon, boss x employee dynamic, TOXIC RELATIONSIHP, possessiveness, rough, degradation, toxic masculinity/sexist cheavy big time, technically hurt/comfort but more accurately hurt/hurt the other person, arguing but it's basically foreplay

Word Count: 5.5k

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"Desire gradually took over- not simple need, like hunger, but a taut elastic compulsion. It took all my energy to stand it, this urge to ravage." Jenefer Shute, Life Sized

@teufortwriting (asked to be tagged in classic heavy fics, this one's 4 u nd the anons hope you lot enjoy!!)

(post 1/31 of my version of kinktober where i write whatever i want for every day of october <3)

It was late; it was your day off, and yet here you were, working well into the night. At least when you worked from your quarters, you had the luxury of staying in pajamas all day. But warm gray sweatpants and a thin cotton tank top were little comfort from the real distress of work. You were in a rough situation. Virgil, the team Sniper, was missing in action, and you'd spent all day messaging with other mercenary groups from your laptop, messaging anyone you could think of, asking if anyone'd seen your Sniper. 

Despite the entire day's effort, you had a bad feeling it would be all in vain. No one had seen a thing. At least no one who bothered to respond had. You were hardly surprised most of your messages went ignored. Just about everyone in the business knew of the growing bitterness among your team members, and no one wanted to get involved. No one was surprised to hear people were starting to abandon the team altogether. You shut your laptop, rubbing your temples, wondering if you were just one bad week away from the entire group falling apart.

A knock at the door disrupted your train of thought, as well as causing you to jolt slightly in your seat. You checked the clock; it was almost 10 p.m. Not only was today supposed to be a day off, but you couldn't imagine who would need to contact you at such an odd hour.

Needless to say, you were caught entirely by surprise when you saw your boss, of all people, looming overhead, clutching his side with one hand and leaning his weight on the door frame. For a moment, you just stared, unable to understand what he was doing here. Creasing your brow, you squinted, looking up at him, trying to see a bit better in the low light. "Cheavy?"

His head dipped forward slightly, and you could see his shoulders rising and falling with each jerky breath he took. "No shit. Let me in."

Only then did you notice the dank smell of blood wafting from Cheavy, and you found it a lot harder to avoid looking at the hand at his side, catching the dampness of the fabric he clenched between his fingers. 

Faltering for a moment, you nodded, pushing the door wider and stepping out of the way. He didn't say anything as he pushed his way inside, keeping one hand against the wall to brace his weight against as he shuffled forward on unsteady legs. You watched for your position at the door as he trudged to the bed, making the box spring creak slightly as he sat down on the edge, curling forward as he took a deep breath. 

After shutting and re-locking the door, you lingered awkwardly in the doorway, feeling suddenly quite out of place in your own bedroom. Cheavy looked like hell. You'd never seen him look so beat up. It was so out of character to see him like this. "Cheavy, what happened to you?"

"Stabbed." He grumbled.

You crept closer on shaky legs as if approaching a rabid dog. "Why did you come all the way here? Shouldn't you go check in with Medic?"

He pulled off his goggles, wiping the sweat from his brow with his clean hand, "I know you've got a first aid kit in here, now come patch me up." Despite his command, you were too scared to get any closer.

"Alright, um- I'll get right on it. Just get comfortable, and I'll go grab some painkillers for you. I'll be right-"

He interrupted with a gruff bark before you could finish your thought, "You're not going anywhere! Not until I'm patched up."

"Cheavy, I'm not gonna leave you, c'mon I'll just be one minute." You replied in a much quieter voice.

"I'll tell you one more time- you're not going anywhere!" He didn't need to waste his breath with a threat. You got the message loud and clear, after whatever happened to him earlier, he was in no mood for you to test his patience. 

"Understood." You replied curtly. Cheavy was scaring the shit out of you, but you tried to reason with yourself. The sooner you got him patched up, the sooner he'd be out. He was clearly in a lot of pain, but at least he was responsive; he could move on his own, and if it was just one stab wound, you were confident it shouldn't be too hard to patch up. 

Everyone on the team had a first aid kit in their dorm, even though you weren't technically on the team. Even if you couldn't remember ever actually using it. While you weren't as trained as a Medic to treat combat injuries, it didn't take a genius to clean and patch a wound. Gathering your supplies, you pulled on some disposable gloves, bringing a bowl of water and a clean rag, having no idea if it would be enough to clean him up, mentally praying the wound wasn't deep enough to need stitches.

When you returned with your supplies, Cheavy was already on his back, his shirt and harness in a bloodied heap beside his boots on the floor. Drawing a little closer, you realized pulling off his shirt must've agitated his cut, causing fresh blood to fall directly onto your sheets. 

Steeling your resolve, you tiptoed closer with your first aid kit tucked under your elbow, the rag draped over your shoulder using both hands to keep the bowl balanced. When you finally got to his bedside, standing over him, "I'm going to clean you up first. Can you move your hand for me?" 

Cheavy winced slightly but was able to comply, staining the bed with even more blood as his wet hand white-knuckled your bedding. Now that you could get a good look at the wound, you thanked God it wasn't deep enough to require stitches. Fortunately for Cheavy, no severe damage was done to his muscles or bones, but it was one of the last places anyone would want to cut because of the thinner skin and all the nerve endings. The cut ran over his ribs in an angry red streak from the side of his lower ribs, arching up and ending a bit below his pec. It would need an awful lot of bandages but no stitches.

"I'm going to clean the dried blood up first. This is going to feel a bit cold." 

Cheavy didn't respond, just nodded with his eyes still closed, preemptively curling a pillow under the bend in his arm. He obviously wasn't comfortable, but at least he didn't look so infuriated. He hardly reacted when you pressed the damp to his lower belly, using one hand to gently scrub and the other to push into his gut to keep yourself from accidentally tugging at the wound. 

It was going to take a while to fully clean him, and you couldn't stop wondering why the hell he came to you, of all people, to take care of him. Wringing out the rag, you inquired, "So… The Medicine just disappeared? Did he say anything odd the last time you saw him?"

Cheavy huffed, "Obviously not. If you didn't know, deserters don't leave with 2-week notices."

"Right, sorry…" You responded. Gingerly, you began to dab the rag a little further up his chest, already dreading when you'd have to sterilize his wound. Cleaning up his upper body alone would take long enough. You felt so small bedside Cheavy, your hands absolutely tiny and ineffective trying to aid the titan before you. Even in this state, he could snap your arm like a twig if he wanted to. 

So much blood had clotted in his chest hair as you timidly worked away; your fingers were wrinkling from the water, and yet there was still so much work to be done. At least he looked comfortable. You could vaguely feel his heart beating deep inside his chest as his breathing slowed and deepened. The tension finally left his face. Had you ever seen him so relaxed before? It was a pity to disrupt it, "I'm going to disinfect the wound now; it's going to sting pretty bad."

He practically groaned, "Like I haven't had worse today." Cheavy was right. Given what he must've been through, a slight stinging was nothing; all the same, it was impossible to steady your hand as you raised an iodine-soaked cotton ball to the wound's hideous gaping wound. He hardly flinched when the cotton dabbed against his side. At first, you felt guilty for not getting him something to numb the pain before getting started, but you were feeling pretty sure he'd snagged something before he got here.

You stopped counting the cotton balls you had to use to finish cleaning him up. The scent of blood hung thick in the air, radiating from the used cotton balls in the wastebasket, the bedsheets, and his ruined shirt, and you knew your fingers probably wrecked his blood, too. 

But at last, he was cleaned, the bleeding stopped, all there was left to do was tape the gauze over the wound, and you'd be all done. As you suspected, you had to tape no less than 4 gauze pads together to fully cover the injury. The hardest part was over; all you had to do now was pat dry the rest of the water from his chest. You almost thought he'd fallen asleep, startling slightly when you heard him speak, "You find Virgil yet?"

So much for seeing him calm, "Sorry, I haven't." 

"Figures." And just like that, he was pissed again.

As you pat the last section of his abdomen dry, you immediately retracted your hands, wringing them anxiously as you took a few steps back from the bed. "I have found a couple leads, though! It's not much, but I was exchanging messages with some other mercenary groups and-"

In the blink of an eye, he was propped upright on his elbow, leaning to the side to glare at you. He was pissed, but you could tell he was still hurting pretty bad as he balled his hands into fists, forcing himself to stand his ground and show no weakness, "Other mercenary groups? And what the hell are you trying to contact them for? You gonna abandon the team, too?"

"No! Of course not! I just thought maybe if more people were looking for Virgil, we might have a better shot of tracking him down, you know?" If you had any idea you could set him off so quickly, you'd never opened your mouth in the first place, and you knew backtracking like this was getting you nowhere. Once he decided he was mad at you, that was it. He had a short fuse with a hell of a fiery temper.

"You need other people to do your damn job for you? Is that it? Can't you do anything right yourself?"

You were too scared to get any closer to the bed, but you tried to keep your voice level as though it would be enough to convince him you weren't frightened. "Cheavy, will you please lay down, your wound will open up again. All I did was ask around if anyone's seen him recently- that's all. No one is doing my job for me."

His eyes narrowed, "No if you could do your damn job, he wouldn't be missing!"

You opened your mouth to speak, but he was acting so vicious, taking all his aggression out on you, knowing you couldn't do a thing to defend yourself. "Just let him get it out of his system. He'll want to be back in his own bed eventually." You thought, swallowing the lump in your throat, you muttered, "I'm sorry."

"You're sorry? Well, thank God for that." He shifted in bed, laying down on his back, gritting his teeth, "Is this gonna hold up tomorrow in battle?"

You stared at the white patch of gauze and tape at his side, suddenly feeling quite meek, ashamed a patch job was the best you could do, as though this was your responsibility in the first place. "It's not perfect, but so long as you don't overexert yourself, you'll be all set soon."

He almost laughed, "We're losing men left and right, and you think I have the choice not to overexert myself? Is that the best you can do?"

At this point, you could tell Cheavy was just being cruel, he wanted you to feel small and humiliated, and it was working, and you could already feel the sting of tears in the corners of your eyes, "You think it's my fault our men are going missing?"

"Is it not your job to find them? You expect me to believe you've been corresponding with all these other mercenary groups, and what do you have to show for it? If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were looking to follow Virgil and Medic out the door."

You opened your mouth to speak, but before you could, he interrupted, "I want to see the correspondence, all of it. If you're so innocent, surely you got nothing to hide, right?"

You felt your stomach drop, "I don't have it… I didn't hear anything promising back… I didn't keep any records."

His voice lowered, "How convenient."

"Cheavy, I know this looks bad, but you must believe me! I would never abandon the team!"

With that sinister, low voice, Cheavy spoke again, "You're nothing without loyalty. I hope you aren't dumb enough to forget something so obvious."

"Cheavy, I'm not going anywhere, for God's sake, you're paranoid."

"So I'm just an idiot then? Is that it?" 

"That's not what I said! Of course, I'm loyal to you- to the entire team!" It was getting harder and harder to keep the tears down. God, you hated dealing with him when he was in a bad mood.

"Forget about them. You're nothing without me- you know that, right? You're only alive now because you're useful- and if you double cross me- bitch, you're dead." He was absolutely seething. "Get over here. I want you to look me in the eye and tell me you're innocent."

Your instincts told you to run and get out while you could, but something unnamable drew you closer: some subliminal obedience. Pacing closer, you stood an arm's length from the bed, "I-I know, Cheavy, this looks bad… But you gotta believe me, I'm on your side! I've always been on your side!"

A chill ran up your spine as he grinned up at you; the sight of a smile on his face was beyond unnatural. "You women love saying that shit, don't you? But I know how it is, you bitches think you're so clever, so charming. You look for the strongest guy to leech off of and hide behind. But the second you see someone else- it's all over. I know your type. You don't give a fuck about anyone but yourself!"

"It's not like that, Cheavy! It's not like that at all!" It made too much sense listening to Cheavy exposing such sexism.

"Must be nice, huh? Leaving all the real work for the men while you get to take it easy?"

After the day of stress you just suffered, that comment stung, but he didn't give you a chance to respond or defend yourself. "You can't track down a few runaways- you can hardly patch up a wound. I can't even trust you alone for one day without me!"

"I'm sorry I let you down. I'm sorry everything's going wrong… but please, I don't know what more you want from me!"

"Don't play dumb bitch, you know why I came here." He couldn't be serious. He just called you worthless and detestable. How could he possibly want you after all that? But the look across his face told you he was dead serious.

"No, Cheavy- please, not like this. God, anything but that." Just thinking about him taking his aggression out on you verbally was enough, but the thought of him doing it physically was so much worse. 

"Do you need me to spell it out for you because you've got one choice here. You can get on the bed and fucking earn your place here for once, or I'll snap your neck."

Cheavy had been nothing but cold, abrasive, and blunt working with you, and while he was still a man with needs like any other, the idea of someone like himself considering taking mercy on you, even just to use your body, confounded you. 

You felt your blood turn to ice in your veins, "You wouldn't…" 

Cheavy watched the color drain from your face with an odd expression somewhere between hatred and amusement. "I wouldn't? Killing you wouldn't cost me a damn thing." 

While you wanted to resist, to argue your way out of the situation, the words died in your throat before you could say a thing. It was impossible to tell what he wanted more, to kill or fuck. Cheavy watched from the bed with sadistic pleasure, watching your confidence crumble like he could smell your fear. Staring at you more like a wild animal than a human. 

"How can I trust you not to kill me once I give you what you want?" You were past resistance at this point; you knew what was about to happen, and he knew it, too.

"You can't. Now c'mere. I want you to prove you belong." Cheavy was past shouting at you. He knew he'd won. Now he was cold and still, expecting you to be the one to make the next move. You were too terrified to even try to come off as sexy. The most you could offer was compliance. Slinking into the bed, crawling in from the foot of the bed before padding over silently, sliding into place between his body and the wall, laying on your side. He took up so much space in the bed that you felt like you had no choice but to cower to fit. 

Stilling momentarily as though waiting for an order, you realized it was your job to turn him on tonight. Looking directly at his lips, you reached over, cupping the side of his face with your palm, smoothing your thumb over the stubble. "So far, so good. Maybe he wants me to act scared?" You thought to yourself. That sounded like something he would want from you. Starting slow was your safest bet. 

Leaning your face closer to his, you closed the distance between your lips, pecking him shyly as he followed your slow pace. While he lay flat on his back, you found his hand with yours, cradling it between both hands, rubbing the toughened skin with your thumbs, warming them slightly. His other hand found the back of your neck, pushing your head closer to deepen the kiss, to which you complied, allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth, his teeth grazing against your lips.

It was a bit of an awkward position, having to lay on your side, one arm caressing the side of his face, one leg wrapped over his, while Cheavy laid on his back, forcing you to crawl closer. He was trying to urge you to keep going, but you were too nervous to get too close, terrified of accidentally pressing against his fresh injury.

Cheavy, on the other hand, wasn't so cautious, "Get on top."

It took you some time until you were properly situated, shifting from his side to between his legs, straddling his waist, leaning forward carefully, avoiding his abdomen as much as possible. Once you were within arms reach, his hands were at your waist, trying to pull your body even closer with a hardly concealed neediness. You complied, kissing him, cupping his cheeks with your hands, pulling apart briefly to whisper, "Cheavy, you gotta take it easy. Your wound could split back open."

He grinned, "So what? You'll still be here to patch it up for me, right?"

You weren't sure if he was making a joke or if he wanted an honest answer. Trying to acquiesce to either demand, your face softened, and you nodded, your thumb slid over his lip as you continued to stroke his face, "Right."

"Good girl." You weren't sure what caught you more by surprise, the use of a pet name or the feeling of his right hand groping against your ass through your sweatpants. You allowed Cheavy another open-mouthed kiss, feeling him suck your lower lip between his teeth, nibbling it in an almost playful manner. 

When you first laid hands on him earlier in the evening, his skin was cold to the touch, but now he felt so warm beneath your chest and between your thighs. And you could feel his legs spreading further as you finally felt comfortable enough to press your body against his broad chest. "Take your top off, I wanna watch."

He watched with lazy half-lid eyes as you nodded, pulling away enough to hook your fingers under the hem of your tank top, feeling a questionable arousal as you pulled the thin fabric away, now looming bare-chested just a breath away. You watched as he slid his massive hands up the length of your torso, groaning in pleasure at the feeling of precious, soft skin underneath his fingertips. The warm feeling deep in the base of your stomach increased when his hands reached your tits, wasting no time before kneading them with his palms, watching the fatty tissue squish between his fingers. "Come closer."

Bracing your weight on your elbows on either side of his head, you nuzzled against the side of his head as his hands squeezed just a bit tighter. For a split-second, you almost wondered if he would be gentler than you expected until you felt him grind his thumb harshly against your nipple, making you yelp and fruitlessly try to arch away from his hands. 

"Does that hurt?"

"Yeah!" Before you could try to pull away again, you felt Heavy's face separate from yours before biting down on the side of your neck, no doubt drawing blood as he did so. You hardly had time to react to the pain when you felt your body moving without your control. Cheavy detached from your tits to dig his fingernails against your back, forcing your body to flatten against his own, his lower body grinding his semi-erection against your limp body. The pain began to dwarf your rising fear as your arms and legs began to flap and push against Cheavy uselessly in resistance. 

Cheavy was moving so fast, but you felt too weak and helpless to stop him as he greedily continued to bite and suckle against your sensitive neck. You had to force your head from the mattress; it was getting too hard to breathe, and you could feel yourself beginning to breathe rapidly, your heart beating so fast, making it impossible to think. 

You could feel Cheavy disconnect from your neck, and you winced, keeping your eyes shut in fear of feeling him lash out again. Instead, he stilled, keeping your trembling body forcefully close to his own, "God, you're sexy when you cry." Confused, you blinked your eyes open, only then registering the tears clinging to your lashes. Instinctively, you moved your hands to brush them away, but Cheavy shook his head, giving you an odd look, which you interpreted as him telling you to stop. Laying your hands back down, he used his grip on your back to push you forward, but rather than forcing you into another deep kiss, his tongue slid out, flicking against your cheeks, the weird feeling making you shut your eyes as he continued to lap up your tears, kissing your eyelid when he was finished. 

"You feel so good when you're mine."

Cheavy released you from his hold, allowing you to push away slightly, wondering what he wanted next.

"Take the rest of your clothes off. Mine too." You complied. Kicking off your bottoms and underwear at once, followed by your socks, before turning your attention to his heavy-duty work pants, visibly strained by his erection. Settling between his legs, your hands found his belt, undoing the clasp and top button. Cheavy sighed with relief at the feeling of the zipper finally coming undone, the erotic sounds distracting you momentarily before you turned your attention back to your task. 

He moved with you, helping you pull his pants down and off before your fingers found the waistband of his boxers. The sight of his tented clothing distracted you and forced you to acknowledge that once this last bit of fabric was gone, there would be nothing separating your bodies. Rather than pulling them down as quickly as you'd done to his pants, you curiously palmed over the swell, making him hiss between grit teeth. He was obviously impatient, but he didn't tell you to stop. 

Partially to delay the inevitable, partially out of curiosity, you traced the outline of his bulge with your finger, dipping lower, feeling the shape of his balls between his spread legs. Even with feather-light touches, Cheavy reacted with vigor, bucking upwards as though it would do anything to satisfy him.

"C'mon, quit messing around already!" He ordered, no longer looking at you. His head had rolled back while you were playing with him, and he was still facing upwards when he spoke. Sighing through your nose, you complied, using both hands to fully undress him before forcing yourself to crawl back on top.

"You're so eager." You didn't think anything of your words but felt unnerved when he smiled in response, "And it's all your fault." You stiffened over his massive body, shutting your eyes, half-expecting him to just force his way inside of you, but to your surprise, you heard him spitting, followed by the feeling of two thick fingers tapping at the outer edge of your sex. The unexpectedness surprised you, making you gasp and look down at what he was doing. Teasing you, forcing you to get a feel for him as he dragged his fingers against you, making you throb against nothing. 

"That's my girl, don't fight it. Just let it happen." It was easier to handle the situation with your eyes closed, not having to look at the loathsome man while he violated you. Resting your forehead on his shoulder, you felt your hips stirred to movement, trying to match his slow rhythm, hitching up anytime you felt him brushing against your clit. His fingers, already wet with his spit, gathered more wetness as he slipped inside you, making you groan as you were forced to stretch against his fingers. 

You tried to catch your breath when he eventually retracted his fingers, smearing the lubrication against his cock. It was just a trace of your warmth, but the promise of the real thing so close had him rock-hard and aligned right where he needed to be, getting a good grip on your hips to ensure you wouldn't try to squirm away. He pushed his head inside, going mercifully slow, allowing you time to adjust to his size before going further. "Does it feel good? Does it feel good to feel my cock inside you while I hold you down?"

It did, it shouldn't have, but it did. You realized Cheavy wasn't going to move until you responded, and you forced yourself to croak out, "It's not like I'm going anywhere."

"Is that so?" Was all the warning you got from him before he pushed deeper inside you, forcing you to keep stretching around his shaft. It hurt as you expected, but something about how he held you down and teased you had you wet, silently begging him to go even deeper. 

By the time he bottomed out inside, you were shaking like a leaf against Cheavy, who relished in your fear in the way he would force you to behave so well for him. "Good thing I got here before you ran away." He snickered to himself before snapping his hips against yours, watching your body tense, your hands gripping much harder against his shoulders than you intended. 

You whimpered, "Cheavy, I'd never abandon the team, you know that- You know I'll be here forever!" Whether it was listening to you whimpering, sounding so pathetic, or the line, "here forever," something about what you said set him off. Making him grunt in satisfaction, continuing to grind against you.

"Forever?" His voice was a bit deeper now, making you shudder.

"Forever! On your side, I swear!" He must've been much more pent up than you realized because he was hammering into you with reckless abandon, already turned on and wanting more. Rather than responding to your words, he sort of grunted in approval. He was too close to climaxing to bother with complete sentences. His eyes were shut, his face tense with anticipation, both hands on the swell of your ass, forcing you to grind against him as he continued to pound inside, treating you like nothing but a piece of meat for him to tear into. He was all lust and no love, fucking like an animal. All his blood was rushing south; you knew the moment he could think clearly, he'd be done with you. 

You should've been revolted. Cheavy hated your guts and saw you as nothing but a body. But how could you remember all that when it felt so good to feel his cock stretching you out, feeling his sweat mixing with your own, his hands pushing you forward until your clit ground against his lower belly. No doubt he could feel you were getting off on being rough-handled like this. You could even hear the sound of your own slick mixing with his spit and precum between thrusts.

Between heavy, labored breathing, you pushed your face right up against his to moan in his ear, "I'm yours; I'm all yours." Almost as soon as the words left your mouth, you gasped before gritting your teeth in pain as Cheavy thrust all the way inside you, coming as deep inside as he could, accidentally clawing at your rear as he mindlessly forced you forward. The brutalism made you lightheaded, feeling so weak and broken down in his arms.

After a few more agonizing seconds, you felt his hands slip from your hips, sliding down your thighs, kneading his fingertips gently into the flesh of your outer thighs, allowing you to disconnect, feeling traces of him clinging and running between your thighs, making you sick. Obviously, he expected you to share the bed with him and wouldn't take kindly to you leaving to get cleaned up. It's not like you had anywhere else to go anyway. The best you could do was dabbing at the mess with a sheet, trying not to think about how filthy it made you feel. The sheets were likely stained with cum and blood, just like you. 

Slotting yourself back into place beside him, facing the wall, you felt a hairy arm wrap around your upper body, pulling you possessively into Cheavy's chest. He'd taken the liberty of turning off the bedside lamp, allowing a merciful darkness to settle over the room.

Without turning your head to speak to him, you whispered, "You believe me now, don't you?"

Cheavy kissed the top of your head, pulling you closer, "We'll see. You've earned your stay here, but just for tonight."

You couldn't help but moan under your breath, somehow feeling even more broken down, "I don't understand- for God's sake, Cheavy! I've done all you've asked of me! What more do you want from me!?"

"Until we find where our real Medic went- you're gonna fill in for him." He sounded tired, almost bored, as though he'd come to this decision before even showing up. 

You had to bite your lower lip to try and keep as quiet as you could, to keep from crying out loud and irritating him, "But I don't know how-" 

"Then you'd better learn fast." Whatever reservations you had were clearly of no concern to him. As far as Cheavy cared, the decision was made. He'd gotten what he wanted and was due for some much needed rest. 

How desperately you wished you could just roll over and let sleep take you like he could, but as you lay frozen in place, your mind racing, imagining yourself forced to follow the team into battle, risking your own skin to protect the man you hated more than anyone. 

Cheavy leaned down slightly to breathe in your ear before tucking your head under his chin and drifting off, "And if you ever try to go behind my back again, I'll blow your damn head off."

[tulipanthousa]

virgils too fascinated to even get flustered he just immediately afterwards starts infodumping like "did you know humans need a uterus FROM BIRTH to carry a child they cant just GET ONE?" "yes dear" "but this is where it gets really crazy they can use SCIENCE to create babies and put them in a uterus later!!! like the tree!!!" "yeah honey, like the tree"

finds out that afab folks have all their eggs from before birth, tells roman "Beloved! did you know that the egg that eventually became you was first created in Oma's body?" and Roman has to take a minute not to cry

[egret-orchids]

a few sanders sides gender identity headcanons & explanations bc me & sawyer (@veronica-sawyer2, sorry for the tag) were discussing them

roman: he/him mostly, genderqueer. would use they/them or sometimes she/her but he's the prince and obviously princes don't wear make up or dress/skirts or say that today they're feeling more like a 'she' or a 'they', do they? guy's probably got some repression issues tbh. plays into the stereotypical 'hero/prince' role bc of this. eventually just uses he/they most of the time though.

janus: he/they/she, genderfluid. similar to roman except he's completely open to expression & expressing femininity.

virgil: transmasc, he/him. mainly because i'm projecting and i saw a post abt it once and it's engrained into my brain. patton has to remind him how to self-care btw.

patton: honestly feels nonbinary to me, so they/them or he/him. again probably because i've read fanfics with that and its rlly fitting. adores masc titles though.

remus: he/it/they. probably some obscure neopronouns too. not really a reason to this one either buts he probably afab. not sure why, but i think it's funny to think that roman is basically incapable of growing facial hair (disregarding like. the fact that they all look like thomas anw.) yet remus is and hes not even cis.

logan: he/him, hasn't really thought about it. probably he/she at some point. has also experimented with gender expression & is pretty comfortable w his masculinity

[marsballs]

Thunderbirds incorrect quotes

John checking in after communications went down: I have such low expectations and yet you never fail to dissapoint me

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Virgil: When's the last time you slept?

John: Uh... a few days ago, I think.

Virgil: A few- how many?!

John: Uh... *starts counting on fingers* EOS I need more fingers...

EOS: What you need is sleep!

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Brains, filling out legal paperwork: Were you guys born AMAB or AFAB?

Virgil: Bold of you to assume I was born at all.

John: I personally was created in a lab.

Gordon: I just straight up spawned in the ocean

Scott: I wasn't born into this existence I died, this is hell

Alan: I was born as we die, alone- wait

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Scott: whether or not I pay taxes is none of the government's buisness

Brains: well it is actually-

Scott: they don't know where the island is what are they gonna do arrest me in the middle of a rescue?

[soysaucevictim]

Having a convo about how bigenital gender affirming surgeries are a thing. (Where the goal is to have a mixed set-up down there.)

Being a med nerd who loves learning abt like. The anatomy know how needed to pull these things off is amazing. That said, I know and think there's more documentation out there for AFAB folks electing for this. (Leave in the extent vagina, but still do the phallo/metoidoplasty part of the process.)

There doesn't seem to be as much documentation of AMAB folks electing for it. But I'm going to assume it's going to involve techniques like using a segment of bowel to create a new vagina (because such folks would desire keeping their extent penis in place.)

Reason for me pondering about that is the whole Gymrat!Virgil learning she's bigender thing... he'd be at least curious about that option/possibility.

[ask-teen-sides]

Run by @kitty-narc , @yet-another-orange and the no longer active on main @/phantomhunting !

This is a modern teenagers Sanders Sides AU that includes the orange side, Emile Picani, and Sleep/Remy

This is mostly an ask blog, but will be used to talk about anything related to this AU

Some of you may be familiar with the story We're Here and We're Queer written by @/phantomhunting that's the old version of this AU

Pfp (edited by Kitty, extra logos drawn by Phantom, extra logo ideas from Rage):

Character introductions under the cut!!

★ name: Virgil Sanderson

★ pronouns: they/he

★ gender: Non binary

★ age: 17

★ relationship status: has a crush on Roman but not planning on ever confessing cuz too anxious

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★ name: Logan Sanderson

★ pronouns: it/he

★ gender: xenogender-fluid

★ age: 18

★ relationship status: in a qpr with Barry Croft (classmate), and a s*xual relationship with Remus (all completely okay with everyone, there's no cheating)

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★ name: Patton Mor

★ pronouns: he/they

★ gender: trans boy

★ age: 16

★ relationship status: has a crush on Emile

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★ name: Janus (Julia) Mor

★ pronouns: he/it

★ gender: afab, gender questioning

★ age: 17

★ relationship status: in a happy romantic relationship with Nova (classmate)

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★ name: Roman Pryce

★ pronouns: he/him

★ gender: cis man

★ age: 17

★ relationship status: has a crush on Virgil but doesn't know how to confess

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★ name: Remus Pryce

★ pronouns: he/it

★ gender: demiboy

★ age: 18

★ relationship status: s*xual relationship with Logan, aromantic

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★ name: Emile Picani

★ pronouns: he/him?

★ gender: trans man

★ age: 17

★ relationship status: deeply in love with Patton but doesn't know how to confess

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★ name: Remy Picani

★ pronouns: any

★ gender: unlabeled

★ age: 17

★ relationship status: single currently, but loves flirting with Janus

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★ name: Cronus (Charlie) Saunders

★ pronouns: it/he

★ gender: agender

★ age: 19

★ relationship status: single, but everyone thinks he's dating Logan for some reason

[muppetable]

incorrect quotes day!!

Virgil: How’s the sexiest person here doing?

Janus: I don’t know, how is he?

Virgil: *flustered* I-

Remus, from across the room: IM DOING GREAT, THANKS!

Logan: Dammit, Remus.

Remus: It wasn’t me!

Logan: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Janus.

Janus: It wasn’t me either.

Logan: Oh- well who set the house on fire?

Roman: *whistles*

Patton: *filling out paperwork* Were you guys born AMAB or AFAB?

Roman: Bold of you to assume I was born at all.

Logan: I personally was created in a lab.

Virgil: I just straight up spawned.

Janus: We need to get through this locked door. Uh, Roman, give me your credit card.

Roman: *gives it*

Janus: *pockets it* Thanks. Remus, kick the door down.

Roman, through a megaphone: Guys, get in here, we’re going to the mind palace!

Logan, disappointed: The mind palace?

Patton, kicking the door down: THE MIND PALACE?!

Roman, equally excited as Patton: THE MIND PALACE!

Virgil, from the other room: SHUT THE FUCK UP

Virgil: Ace of spades.

Roman: +4

Patton: Jolteon, I choose you.

Logan, trembling: what are we playing

Virgil: *sends Roman a super low quality image*

Roman: If I had a dollar for every pixel in that image i’d have 15 cents.

Virgil: If I had a dollar for every ounce of rage I felt after hearing that, i’d have enough to buy a canon to fire at you.

Janus: Actually, i did the math. Roman would have $225, not $0.15.

Remus: If I had a dollar I would buy a can of deodorant.

Patton: While you’re there could you get me an apply juice?

Remus: Sorry I only have a dollar.

Logan: Hey I just realized, Roman would have $22,500, because it’s a dollar for every pixel, not a cent.

Remus: If I had $22,500 I would buy a can of deodorant and an apply juice.

Logan: You could buy anything you want with $22,500.

Virgil: Yeah, and he wants a can of deodorant and an apply juice.

Patton: Apply juice to what?

Roman: Directly to the forehead.

Janus: Great conversation everyone.

[an-organized-confusion]

That gender poll got me thinking abt the Gymrat!Crew.

Patton - Factory default. (Cis guy.)

Roman - Mr. Hopeless with Tech would be confused as all shit. (But Factory Default, boy's cis.)

Janus - Dynamically assigned on boot. (Genderfluid.)

Logan - System Update (binary trans guy.)

Remus - Data corruption. (AFAB file sectors marked for deletion, a lot was overwritten. Loves the fucked up mangle of data on recovery.)

Virgil - Found it on a random disk. (Remus will probs describe it as a dual-boot situation there. Emo's questioning but thinking abt labels like demiguy and bigender.)

[shapa-likes-art]

Hello I have supervillain au Brainrot again :D.

Supervillain AU tidbit:

@thunderholtz correct me if I get anything wrong :3.

Virgil doesn't go on testosterone despite being Masc-leaning presenting.

The reason? They don't feel the need to.

Their main dysphoria was top dysphoria and the fact that they were AFAB and could carry a pregnancy.

They went on to get top surgery and a hysterectomy but they never went on T because they feel comfortable with their body now that they've eliminated their main causes of dysphoria.

Even if their voice is "feminine" they just do vocal training with a coach to make their voice deeper (And they had a pretty deep voice for someone AFAB)

[bon-pack-5]

Breeding Farm Au (Humans)

THIS AU CONTAINS OCXCANON, CANONXCANON [will be tagged properly!]

This post will dive into the human/half human characters who don't fit into the farm monster category. There's a difference.

Monster X Monster= Monster Kid

Monster x Human: HumanMonster Child

Human X Human: Human kid

Humans and Monsterhumans are seen as citizens rather than livestock. Therefore they call into the human category

🫐Logan owns the farm, uses he/him, is completely human. No monster genetics. Takes care of the boring paperwork, scheduling appointments, and handling finances. Not as physically weak as most think. Cis male.

🐸Patton coruns the farm with Logan, uses he/they. Frog monster genetics (unknown to Patton). No physical frog traits. Married to Logan. Onsite vet/nurse, obgyn, takes care of the monsters and animals on the farm, also does paperwork. Desperately wants a baby. Cis male.

🕷️Virgil works on the farm, in the fields, feeding the monsters and taking care of them. Virgil uses He/Him, is cis male and has extremely far back monster genetics. Due to this, he goes into heat, needs to go on break for it, and can become pregnant (extremely low chance of getting anyone pregnant however). (Does not know he can become pregnant either)

👑🐙The twins, half human and half monster, Roman (Any Pronouns, Has both), Remus (He/They, Has both). Bigger than the other humans in height, traits are visible, tails, fur, mating cycles etc. Descents of gods, born into royalty. Both and get others pregnant and become pregnant. Both go into rut and heats. When ones in heat, the other ruts, other way around too.

🐺Anxiety(oc), They/them, afab, works alongside Virgil in the barn, helps with the same tasks he does. Get teased alot by the monsters because they're so easy to fluster. Can get pregnant. Wolf Genetics. Goes into heat. No physical traits

Nuerodiveristy(oc), They/Them, afab, vet in training, under patton's wing, can get pregnant. Great friends with their mentor, really close. Great midwife, secretly wants to be bred by Logan and Patton. Autistic.

[our-transmasculine-experience]

hi, i just saw your prompts for asks and the journey to my name is kinda funny, so i might as well share.

context: i am an afab nonbinary person and i went through the femme nonbinary, trans man and masc nonbinary phases in this exact order. i also came out very recently, but i've been out on tumblr since day one (my mutuals have seen it all xd).

the journey: i went by Fae on my art account so it felt only natural to go for that name when i realised i was nonbinary. then, i came across the concept of William as a girl name, so i started going by William. "as a joke", y'know. and then i somehow started using he/him pronouns accidentally and realised it felt better than they/them (at the time). so i started questioning my gender, which led to me changing my name like twice a month or so. we went through Felix, Virgil, Remy, Shadow, Void, i believe Leaf or Moss or something similarly themed, Sáva (that's a czech one), Onyx, Lynx, Tea (in no particular order). then i came to the conclusion that i am, in fact, not a trans guy, and my name crisis stopped at Nyx. but when i was ready to come out, facebook refused to accept that as a name for some reason. so i picked out Ezra as a substitute, which was a very rushed decision and didn't last long, because before starting uni, i had another crisis. i've been Neo now for almost three months now and since Neo from Matrix was one of my favourite characters while i was in my teens, i think the name is here to stay. but i do think that if i wasn't limited by my primary language, i would go by Leaf and i'd be absolutely thrilled about it.

that’s a lot of names! thanks for sharing, neo

[vulgarvixxen]

(same anon as yesterday) ah ok

I wanna see logicality + trans!logan. idk what prompt tho, can’t decide. just wanna see logan w/a cute round baby bump

Tw: feeling sick, eating non-food items

This kept trying to be angsty but this version finally wasn’t, not a lot of baby bump as I wanted to add :(

Logan hadn’t been feeling well, the last few weeks he would wake with strong nausea keeping him in the bathroom until the others were awake. Virgil had been worried and Janus was checking in on him more than ever, Patton was growing extra protective and territorial of him. It wasn’t until his stomach started to grow that he connected the dots, morning sickness. He was pregnant.

They didn’t think it was possible for sides to become pregnant so he and Patton hadn’t been careful, the others hadn’t either but Logan was the only side that was originally formed in a way that humans would call AFAB. He was scared but he couldn’t find himself being mad about it, there was a new life growing inside him and as much as this was an unknown it was also a new learning experience. And he wasn’t alone, Patton was a great partner and had always wanted to be a father, both Virgil and Janus would look out for him…the twins would try their best of course. His family was going to help him handle this.

“Why can’t I stop eating? Nothing is satisfying and I’m not even hungry anymore!” Logan cries out, the jar of peanut butter he had opened only has a single small scoop out of it before being left on the table. He leaves the kitchen, waddling to where Remus was sitting in the living room watching a grim-dark d&d podcast, “This is not at all rational!” He complains, sitting next to the dark twin and trying to distract himself with the campaign. Remus makes an agreeing grunt, having a craving for something you can’t place is a pain he’s had to deal with too. Patton and Janus had both been trying to cook or bake everything they could think of with no results, Logan was still miserable.

Speaking of, Logan reached mindlessly into the bowl Remus was holding and popped a ball of the dough into his mouth before he could be stopped. Remus was already summoning Pat when Logan ceased chewing, “Shit shit, I di-“ “Remus, what is this?” The look that he pins Remus with has the creativity hiding behind daddy-dearest, “Cl-clay?” The answer seems to be sufficient enough because Logan swallows, “Can you make me more?”

In their now shared room Logan has a little bowl nestled on top of his baby bump, eating bits of red and white clay. “Virgil says that dirt and clay are not too uncommon for humans to crave during pregnancies, he says that it’s normally caused by minerals missing in a person’s diet!” Patton giggles as he retells the story, “We don’t actually get vitamins or minerals from eating but you still got a craving for it, maybe humans just need to feel grounded sometimes.” Logan flicks a ball of the soft clay at Patton, “That was terrible, absolutely terrible.” He still smiles, rubbing the bump before closing the lid on the bowl. “But it is a fascinating theory, tell me more about what you and Virgil found.”

[soysaucevictim]

Here, take some Gymrat!Dukexiety again, ‘cause I got the brain rot.

This is going to be a loose snapshot from the fic I’m writing right now.

(Remus is AFAB and his cycles are fucky and terrible. Virgil isn’t and has been awkwardly trying his best to provide comfort.)

[stormyknight69]

Things my friends have said as sanders sides incorrect quotes cus why not

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There's three people in these quotes, me, and two of my friends, my signature will be "~Stormy", my friends are the other two, I only got two right now but I'll probably make more of these eventually, and yes they might be modified cus we're all afab (friends use she/her, I use they/them) and the sides are guys but oh well, if you wanna do a gender bend when I modify them then I'll put the original quote for you to use, if you make something with them (for some reason-) please tell me or tag me I'd love to see it

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Roman: Who wouldn't want me, I got a$s and di©k

Janus: oh hunny no, don't falsely grow your ego

original quote: Who wouldn't want me, I got @

a$s and t!ts ~B J

No hunny your flat ~Sa

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Janus: I hate you Virgil

Virgil: aw I hate you to snake boy

Original quote: I hate you ~Stormy

Aw I hate you too ~B J