#anyway i have to fucking sleep but I HAD to make this

[cameronsbabydoll]

how would sugar coated chains rafe react to reader who’s being really stubborn and giving him the cold shoulder because he snapped at her? and she won’t talk to him or eat or look at anything he bought her bc she’s mad

rafe would lose his mind.

he’s used to control. used to having you exactly where he wants you. so when you shut him out—refuse to talk, won’t eat, won’t even look at anything he’s given you?

it absolutely infuriates him.

at first, he might try patience. the smooth, coaxing side of him. soft touches to your waist, murmured apologies against your temple. “come on, angel. don’t be like this.” but when you remain stubborn, ignoring him completely, something in him snaps.

he grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. “you’re not gonna talk to me? over what? something so fucking small?” his voice is sharp, but there’s an edge of panic beneath it—because this is the first time you’ve pushed back this hard.

when you pull away and turn your back to him, refusing to eat the dinner he had prepared for you, rafe’s patience crumbles. he can handle a little defiance, but this? this silent rejection of him? it makes his blood boil.

"enough."

and before you can react, he’s scooping you up, carrying you straight to the bedroom. you kick, push at his chest, but he doesn’t let go. Instead, he drops you onto the mattress and pins you there with a look alone.

“you’re gonna starve yourself to prove a point? you think that’s cute?” his jaw clenches, his hands pressing into the sheets on either side of you. “you don’t get to do this. you don’t get to pretend like you don’t need me.”

rafe doesn’t apologize—not really. instead, he proves his point in other ways. holding you against him until you have to acknowledge him. kissing you slowly, deeply, until you stop resisting. and when you’re still too stubborn to eat, he’ll feed you himself.

"open your mouth, angel." his fingers trace your lips, his tone deceptively soft. "you don’t eat, you don’t sleep—you’re only punishing yourself y’know that? and i won’t fucking allow it.”

and when you finally give in, chewing reluctantly, he smirks. there’s his good girl.

"see? that wasn't so hard now was it angel?”

and when you fall asleep that night, arms crossed but tucked into his side anyway, rafe only holds you closer. because deep down, he knows he’s already won.

[annoyinglilbro]

I fucking love the omegaverse >:3 you should write about it more

Sincerely-zapping omegaverse thoughts into your head so you write about them.

He’s always been protective of his brother, even before he presented. There’s boy was small and frail, destined to be an omega. And he clung to his big brother like his life depended on it. Always following him around, clinging to his arm, reeking of him because he was always stealing his hoodies. Even if he didn’t, his big brother made sure to scent him anyway. Something to keep…the unruly bunch away. It was only a matter of time before he presented, and he had no doubt his brother would have alphas falling over themselves to touch him. It made his blood boil, his sweet innocent brother hanging off some brutes knot. He couldn’t let that happen.

He would choose a strong, reliable alpha for his brother as soon as he presented. Or so he thought he would, honestly he really did. But he hadn’t planned for his brothers heat to start when they were cuddling in bed together. His little brother had crawled into his bed last night, whining about his head hurting and stomach cramping, he should’ve known what this was but he didn’t. He was naive. And now it’s too late. He’s starring at the ceiling, breathing through his nose and trying not to be over taken by the scent of vanilla and cinnamon. His brother is curled into his side, whimpering in his sleep and his skin is burning up.

His thoughts are racing and instinct is taking over. He knows that’s his brother curled in his arms, but his body is screaming at him omega mate claim.

He’s not in control of himself when he shoves his little brother omega into the mattress and pounds into him. When he fills him full and has him writhing on his cock making little “ah ah ah” noises before he’s being stretched out on his very first knot.

[scrilladge]

I wrote a four page story that was meant to be one page in like 2 hours for the student teacher (four pages single space 12 point font because he was a freak and said we had to do it in single space because he likes single space 😭)

I can bang out like a 3 page essay in like 2 hours I get so hyper focused.

I love writing essays

unless it’s for class somehow that triggers my anxiety but if it’s not for any class I will do it excitedly. also I like writing my citations out by hand idk why after I was taught to do it by the student teacher that is what I have preferred.

anyways I’m senior year of highschool I would sit with this one freshmen and make him do his work in study hall and he struggled writing essays because like he just didn’t know vocab??? And it was really concerning to me he would get really worked up over trying to word sentences correctly and I would teach him vocab words because I found it concerning.

So for the kid I helped for him it was just like genuinely not knowing sentence structure and he always doubted that what he said sounded good 😭 it made me so sad he had cool ideas and I feel like if he didn’t believe himself to be stupid then he would have been more confident and turned in more work on time.

And he would always go ‘well Daisy you’re just smart and I’m dumb’ and I would always go ‘I started out just like you I was a freshmen too! Do you think I’ve always been this good at writing/drawing/psychology??’ And he would always go ‘yes??’ 😭

I should have showed him the difference in middleschool me’s writing vs senior year

The difference between 8th grade me and senior year me’s writing is fucking wild

(granted in hindsight there’s a lot I would change about senior year’s story (my biggest gripe being the dialogue formatting I litterally had not written a story since the middleschool one.) but I did write it on barely any sleep, wasn’t used to story writing because I usually just wrote essays, and wrote it in like one study hall and a night.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54754693/chapters/138775441

Here’s senior year’s story if you want to read it I think it was neat. It’s inspired off of the lottery by Shirley Jackson each chapter was a separate assignment.

When we watched the lottery short film after reading it I doodled this because I was already cooking up my story

can you tell I’m a furry

I made specevo lore but lost motivation to update

if anyone wants to know how I was gonna continue the story/wants me to answer questions about it I’ll do it I have a lot of wip character stories lol

[keiths-haircare-routine]

Fic Snippet

It was no secret Lance had been looking.

He’d been looking since he was twelve, and a streak of pitch-black had brushed past him and Hunk in the Garrison Auditorium. He had watched as the unknown boy made his way across the room looking disgruntled, stared until Hunk managed to snap him out of it. He watched in awe as Keith cleared the simulator for the first time, stars swimming in his vision.

He’d been looking till he was fifteen and seething with jealousy, glaring angrily as he watched Keith clear the simulator every time, then harshly snipe down his classmates’ every attempt at befriending him, borderline rude in his responses. He watched his shoulders begin to fill out his uniform. He watched the infuriatingly smug, lopsided smirk Keith shot his way every now and then.

He’d been looking since he was seventeen, just under the threshold of a legal adult, with the both of them now soldiers in a thousand-year-old Space war. He watched as Keith barrelled through enemies thrice his size with nothing but sheer stubbornness and determination. He watched as Keith’s eyes flickered yellow when he was emotional, his teeth suddenly becoming sharp.

Lance is nineteen now and he’s still looking; the only difference is that now, he’s allowed to touch, too.

He’s allowed to take Keith’s hand while walking through the hallways and kiss his cheek as good luck before battle, and shove him playfully when he’s being annoying.

And making out? Well... Technically, he’s allowed that too.

“Woah, woah, woah, time out,” Lance says, sitting up on the edge of his bed and forming a T with his hands. “We’re getting dangerously close to ‘My Catholic mother would not approve of this’ territory.”

“Why?” Keith snorts, standing near the foot. “Because we’re both men?”

“Because we’re making out in a bed and we’re not married, duh!” Lance corrects, smacking him on the shoulder.

“I mean, there’s an easy fix, right?” Keith smirks as he moves to lay down beside a blushing Lance.

“I mean, I dunno,” he hums and taps his chin inquisitively, deciding to humour him. “Do they sell wedding rings in Space?”

“Maybe. There should probably be some at the Space Mall.”

“That is where we found Kaltenecker.”

“Yeah. If they have a cow, they should probably have some diamonds, right?”

“And if not, we could always ask Allura and Coran about Altean wedding traditions.”

“Yeah,” Keith sits up on the bed and makes a show of yawning, lifting his arms in a stretch. “Anyway, G’night, Lance.” He pushes off the bed and heads for the door.

“Wait, wait, where are you going?!” Lance cries, sitting up frantically.

“Back to my room.” The other boy says like it’s the obvious conclusion. His finger hovers over the doorpad.

“Aren’t we going tooo-?” Lance gestures wildly at the empty bed beside him.

“‘Aren’t we going tooo-?’ what?” Keith asks, just a few degrees off from genuine confusion, that bastard.

“Weren’t we just about to make out?!” Lance practically yells, then bites his tongue when he remembers the other Paladins are all probably sleeping.

Keith is unable to fight back his laughter as he says, “I dunno if we should. We’re not married, remember.”

“Oh, fuck off!” Lance yells, and Keith fully breaks, laughing his head off as he leaps into the covers beside Lance with all the finesse of an Olympic swimmer.

[shinoko-oshi]

Simon loves the way you taste - NFSW

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!Teasing and oral

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"Stay f’ ten more minutes, sweet cheeks?" Simon murmured, stretching his arms above his head, his voice still thick with sleep.

You rolled your eyes, adjusting your hair in the mirror, fingers working through the tangles in the absence of a hairbrush. "I told you to stop calling me that."

"But ya taste s’ sweet, no?" he teased, a lazy smirk playing at his lips.

When you didn't respond, he chuckled. Even after months of this: sleeping together, kissing each other, memorizing every inch of each other's bare bodies, you still bristled whenever he spoke it. Tensed up, rolled your eyes, huffed under your breath. By now, he was used to it.

And by now, you were used to the way he said it anyway.

Sunlight slipped through the hotel blinds, casting faint lines across the sheets. Simon sat up, stretching out the rest of the stiffness in his muscles, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His mask was somewhere on the floor, forgotten from last night.

You still weren't looking at him.

He smirked, watching through the mirror as your fingers worked through your hair, your focus deliberately avoiding his reflection. His gaze trailed lower, catching the faint bruises blooming along your neck, his handiwork from hours before. The way your lips pressed together, the way your posture stiffened just slightly— it told him everything.

For someone who prided themselves on control, you were shit at hiding when he got under your skin.

Simon had always considered himself reserved, but then he met you.

Both Lieutenants. Both whispered about in the halls. Some even went as far as to call you Ghost's twin or his perfect match after you joined the team. Both stoic and disciplined. Both more than willing to level a glare that promised hell to anyone foolish enough to push.

Both knowing better.

Until one drunken night.

It should have ended there. Just an accident, fueled by alcohol and exhaustion. But then it happened again. This time, sober. And then again. And again. Until the lines blurred, until neither of you could pretend it was just a mistake anymore.

Not friends. Not lovers.

Just something in between. Acquainted benefits.

Simon leaned back against the headboard, arms folded behind his head, the picture of ease. The only thing he had on was his boxers, while you, frustrated and running late were tearing through the motel room like a storm, searching for your missing underwear. The smirk on his face told you everything you needed to know.

You stopped dead in your tracks, narrowing your eyes.

"Give. Me. My. Underwear," you gritted out, extending your hand.

His smirk deepened. "Don't ‘ave them."

"Yes, you do—I know that fucking smirk," you hissed, stepping closer, voice edged with warning.

He chuckled, tilting his head lazily against the pillows. "Fine, fine. Just stay ten more minutes, then I'll give them to you."

"Simon—"

"Just ten minutes."

Your glare sharpened, but he only grinned wider, completely unfazed.

"Pretty please," he drawled, "with a cherry on top?"

"Simon," you warned, but he only raised a brow, smug as ever.

"Sweet cheeks, you can stand there all day and glare at me, or you can get back in bed for ten minutes and make t’s worth yer while."

Your fingers twitched at your sides, torn between smacking him and giving in. He knew exactly what he was doing, and the worst part? It was working.

Already annoyed, you sat down on the edge of the bed, knowing Simon was just as stubborn as you, if not more. There was no winning against him when he had that look in his eye, the one that said he'd already decided how this was going to go.

"Fine," you huffed, begrudgingly playing his game. "What is it that you want?"

"A taste of you," he murmured, voice thick with intent. "Cmere."

Before you could protest, his hands were on your hips, strong and sure, hoisting you up effortlessly. A startled gasp left your lips as he laid you back against the bed, positioning you just how he wanted. Your head hitting the pillow.

The smirk on his face never wavered, only growing as he leaned down, his breath ghosting over your skin.

"That's my girl," he murmured, pressing a deep kiss against your inner thigh, his stubble scratching lightly against your sensitive skin.

Your breath hitched, fingers curling into the sheets as anticipation coiled in your stomach. Simon knew exactly what he was doing-teasing, taking his time, making you wait until you were practically squirming beneath him.

"You always put up a fight," he mused, lips trailing closer, ghosting over your cunt. "But we both know how this ends, don't we?"

Your glare could've burned a hole through him if he cared enough to be fazed.

"Fuck you," you bit out.

Simon only smirked, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Already did," he murmured, his fingers slipping beneath the sheets, brushing against bare skin. "Multiple times, as I recall."

His tongue flicked over your clit, just a teasing lick, barely enough to satisfy.

"Come on, sweet cheeks," he drawled,  "You know what I want you to do."

You huffed, frustration bubbling,

"Fine, fine—please."

He tsked, pulling back just enough to look up at you, "Didn't hear a cherry on top. How do I know you really mean it?"

Before you could retort, his tongue swiped over your clit again, this time with more pressure, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through you.

"Fine—fuck—please, with a cherry on top?" you gasped, body twitching beneath him.

"Anything for a cherry on top," he grinned before finally leaning in, mouth closing over your cunt, licking and sucking like he'd been starving for you.

His tongue flattening against your clit, dragging up in slow, deliberate strokes before circling around the swollen bud. The heat of his mouth sent shivers up your spine, your thighs twitching as he licked into you, savoring every drop.

His grip tightened on your hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he held you still, keeping you from squirming away from the overwhelming sensation. He sucked your clit into his mouth, the wet heat of his lips wrapping around it, applying just enough pressure to have your stomach tightening.

His tongue flicked against you, quick and precise, before he switched to deep, languid strokes, slipping lower to tease your entrance before gliding back up to your clit. He buried himself between your thighs, lips and tongue working in tandem, the obscene sound of his mouth against you filling the room.

Your legs trembled, threatening to close around his head, but his hands slid up to spread them wider, keeping you open for him. He groaned against your cunt, the vibrations making your back arch as pleasure coiled tight in your stomach.

His pace never slowed, relentless and skilled, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. His tongue circled your clit again before sucking it into his mouth, flicking against it with precision until your body tensed, pleasure crashing over you in waves as he held you through your orgasm, licking up every bit of your release like a man starved.

“That’s my baby” he chuckled smacking your ass playful. Sitting up, you panted, trying to recover, your body still trembling from the aftermath of his mouth. You ran a hand through your hair, steadying your breathing before straightening up, slipping effortlessly back into your composed, reserved front. Like you hadn't just come undone beneath him.

"My underwear now?"

Simon let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. It always amused him how quickly you put your walls back up, as if he hadn't just torn them down moments ago.

"Dresser drawer, sweet cheeks," he mused, eyes dark with something as he watched you rise from the bed.

You moved with ease, retrieving your underwear, slipping it back on, and finishing dressing without another glance in his direction. As if this was just another morning, just another mistake you'd both brush under the rug.

He leaned back against the pillows, watching you walk toward the door, already knowing how this would play out. You'd leave, act like nothing happened, keep him at arm's length. But he wasn't worried.

He'd have you soon. He'd break through those walls, unravel you until there was nothing left to hide behind.

Eventually, you'd be his.

And when that day came, he'd make sure you knew exactly what it meant to be treated like royalty.

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[coolchasteboy]

One night Mina said she wanted to have sex. We hadn't been intimate in about 4 months. She had a new bull. His cock was huge. (Yes, I know how big it was because he took my boi pussy one night. She needed a break, he was horny, my pussy was available. So yeah, he was big.) But she didn't have a current bull so she texted me to come to her room. "Babe, I know you are gay now, but I need you to fuck me." I just said OK. "Mina, it will take me a bit to get hard though" I said. "Go watch your gay porn, I will wait" she replied.

So I went back to my room, got my laptop, and came back to her room. She looked very pretty. It is just that I couldn't get hard for women any more. I wanted to. But I couldn't. She unlocked my cock cage. It stayed soft. "I am sorry Mina" I said. "About what" she replied. "My little clitty, it just stays soft all the time." She said not to worry, but to go ahead and get hard.

So I got on the bed and started watching gay porn. I always imagine myself on the receiving end. After all, I am a total bottom. I stroked, but my little clitty just wouldn't get hard. I was so used to having sissygasms now. My clit just didn't get hard. Then she said she was really horny and asked how much more gay sex porn I needed to watch. It was already about 30 minutes. I kept stroking my little clitty but it just wouldn't get hard.

"Babe, I will get you the strap on. You can fuck me with that" she said. I must have looked dejected because she added "Look babe, I can't wait all night. I am really, really horny. I need a cock in me. If you can't perform then just use the strap on. It is bigger than you are anyway. With your little pee-pee you aren't even going to be able to stay in my pussy with how Marquis stretched it out. So go on, get the strap on. I am waiting."

So I went and got the strap on. I put it on. I then crawled between her legs and entered her. She moaned like I have never heard her moan before. I of course couldn't feel a thing. But I knew I was making her happy. She kept writhing and finally said don't stop, don't stop. I could tell she was about to cum and then her whole body shook. She came as I plunged deep into her pussy. When she recovered she pushed me off her. "Go down on me and clean my pussy" she said. I did as I was told. Then she kissed me and thanked me. "Jennifer you are such a wonderful woman. It is good that you finally realized that you were no longer a man" she said. With that she kissed my forehead and sent me back to my room. She added "lock your clitty up in your cage before you go to sleep." I just said, OK.

Gay porn or not, I can no longer get hard for women. But spreading my legs apart for a man makes me have an instant hard on. I guess I was always meant to be the girl. I am glad Mina helped me realize this. I. LOVE. MINA.

[hard-core-super-star]

some kind of magic [wandanat]

[credit for banner goes to @selfcestmovies, can't recommend their blog enough if you've been liking the selfcest fics]

pairing: top!natasha romanoff x bottom!wanda maximoff x switch!wanda maximoff

summary: after natasha runs away from her again, wanda comes up with an unconventional plan to get her to admit the truth about her feelings.

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT -> porn with plot; selfcest; dirty talk; clothes stay on because hot; semi-public sex; making out; fingering {wanda receiving}; brief boob play; questionable use of wanda's powers; morally questionable seduction techniques

wordcount: 3k

a/n: HI! part three of OW MY MIND is here and to no one's surprise, i'm already thinking of writing another part. wandanat owns my heart for real. that being said, i'm working on a few new fics that i hope to post soon but we all know uni will most likely kick my ass again soon 😅anyway, i hope you enjoy <3

[part one | part two]

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Natasha should have known better than to walk away from Wanda. Mainly, because it was a shitty thing to do, one that seemed more fitting of a stupid college-age fuck boy than the Russian ex-spy turned Avenger. But, more importantly, the Sokovian wasn't one to take the silent treatment well.

It shouldn't have surprised her, not with the way their relationship had evolved. She was usually good at keeping her distance. At ignoring her own thoughts or feelings about a situation and simply doing her job.

Her job had been simple at some point. Look after the new recruit and make sure she was eating. Maybe help her with her training a little until she was more comfortable with someone like Steve. She wasn't supposed to get attached or look forward to their interactions.

More than anything, she wasn't supposed to fall for her.

Developing feelings for Wanda Maximoff was the stupidest thing she'd ever done. It was also the easiest thing she'd ever done. Something that happened without her meaning to but somehow made perfect sense.

Despite that, though, she wasn't quite ready to admit the truth. To admit how badly she wanted the younger woman. How strongly she started craving her presence, her company. The way the minutes seemed to slow down when they were together, no matter what they were doing.

Jeez, when had she turned into such a sap?

A lot of things had changed for her the past few weeks but the one constant was her dreams about the Sokovian. It seemed like she couldn't get her out of her mind, especially after their sudden kiss.

It had been an admission of some sorts even if she wasn't ready to face the truth. It was easier to deal with her own feelings when she ignored Wanda's. When she pretended she didn't notice the jealous glares she threw her way whenever she sat too close to Steve, laughed too hard at Sam's jokes. It was unnecessary, in her opinion, but she'd be lying if she said she didn't enjoy seeing her reactions.

Seeing her struggle to keep the red from overtaking the green in her eyes. Although, the green hue of jealousy made the younger woman look far too breathtaking, in her opinion.

Despite how much she enjoyed the game they were playing, it wasn't enough. Not truly. And the heat that pooled low in her belly when she caught Wanda staring at her during team meetings only made things worse.

So much worse, in fact, that she found herself searching for relief every night. Relief that, ironically, never came.

She wanted to blame the young witch for her little…problem, but she had no proof her mind had been messed with in any way. At least, any supernatural ways. There was unfortunately nothing strange about the way her body seemed to desire Wanda and only Wanda.

Knowing that didn't make her predicament any easier to deal with, though.

Especially when all her dreams revolved around a certain Sokovian (although she was sure that part wasn't entirely her fault).

She was determined to get a good night of sleep, though. Determined to push thoughts of Wanda and her soft lips out of her head for one day. All she needed was just one day.

But of course, the younger woman had other plans.

Unlike Natasha, Wanda was out of patience. She didn't have time for restraint or doubt. The older woman had kissed her back and that was all she needed to know she couldn't give up.

Maybe it was taboo and dangerous and maybe she was an idiot for thinking they could make things work but she didn't care. She couldn't focus on anything besides how…right being with the Widow felt. How easy it was to be with her. To forget the way other people saw her, the way she saw herself, and only care about the affection in the other woman's gaze.

The trust she had in her despite how unstable she could be.

She would be an idiot to not put up a bit of a fight. To let the Russian believe she didn't care. Because the truth was, she did care. And she wanted her unlike anything she'd ever wanted in her life.

Maybe her plan was a little unconventional, certainly more than a little dirty, but she needed to do something to make Natasha accept the truth about their feelings and the desire they couldn't hide anymore.

Or, rather, the desire she was tried of hiding.

As fun as sneaking around could probably be, it didn't work if they weren't on the same page about things. They needed to be honest and the only way to get the older woman to be honest with her was this plan.

A plan she was more than a little excited to put into place.

So, when Natasha retired to bed after a long, tedious, team meeting, she decided to stop beating around the bush. Sure, she'd never tried to manipulate someone's dreams before but how hard could it be?

Not to mention, she was sure if she didn't do it now, she would chicken out and lose her chance completely. It wasn't like her to lose her nerve so quickly but there was always some apprehension around using her powers on someone she cared about. Even if it was for pleasure…she couldn't stop the guilt that made a home in her chest.

It was no match for her stubbornness, though.

That was why, that very same night, she found herself locked in her room, her mind clear of anything but Natasha as she focused on reaching out to her. Stepping into her mind without her knowledge.

Natasha should have known something was up the second her dream started morphing into something else.

One second, she's dreaming about her and Wanda being locked in the meeting room and the next, she's in some sort of party scene. There's a weird haze around the other people at the party and she walks around, she realizes how aware she is of her own movements. Of her reactions.

She's half a second away from forcing herself to wake up when she spots Wanda emerging from the sea of random people filling the scene before her. Somehow, even though it's nothing but a dream, she can still feel her heart skip a beat at the sight of her. The red dress the younger woman is wearing hugs her curves perfectly, reminding her of all the beautiful inches of skin that lay beneath the fabric.

Natasha wants so badly to snap herself out of it. To force herself to open her eyes and run away once more. But then Wanda is walking closer, erasing the space between them with a sly smile.

"I thought you'd be happy to see me."

The Sokovian's voice seems to bounce around her whole brain, rattling her thoughts and leaving her far more defenseless that she'd like to be.

"Who says I'm not?" She replies.

"Mainly that weird look on your face."

Natasha couldn't stop the scoff that left her lips. "I do not look weird."

Her reaction only made Wanda's smirk widen, her hand reaching out to cup her face. Even though every logical part of her brain told her to move away, she was stuck in place. Drawn to whatever game the smirking woman seems to be playing with her.

"You're cute when you're huffy."

Natasha's shoulders tense slightly. She's been called a lot of things in her life. Traitor. Cruel. Heartless. Killer.

Not cute.

Never cute.

And yet, Wanda says the word like it's nothing. Like she doesn't see the blood on her hands when she looks at her. Almost like it doesn't matter to her.

Natasha doesn't put her thoughts into words, though. She simply huffs again and allows her hands to rest on the younger woman's waist. "You're so annoying."

"Then why do you want to kiss me right now?"

The question itself is annoying enough but the eyebrow raise only makes it worse. Mainly, because she's completely right. And nothing is more annoying than having to admit defeat.

"My dream, my rules," she says before pulling Wanda in closer and dipping her head down to connect their lips.

It's only during the kiss that she realizes what's going on. Not only is she aware that she's dreaming but every touch, every word, is more intense than usual. Charged with an energy that goes beyond the normal.

Natasha forces herself to pull away, ignoring the whine of protest that escapes the Sokovian's lips, and stares down with a nonthreatening glare. "Why are you in my head, little witch?"

Wanda can't even pretend to be surprised that she's been caught. "Because you keep running away from me."

As much as she hates to admit it, the younger woman makes a good point.

"So your solution is to invade my dreams?" She asks, not so subtly side-stepping the conversation they really need to have.

"You made me desperate."

Natasha sucks in a breath, tilting her head to the side in a hopeless attempt to ignore the desire swimming between them. The desperation she can feel simmering beneath the surface of her own skin.

"That doesn't sound like my problem," she says, her voice wavering slightly.

Instead of being disheartened, Wanda takes her words as a challenge. A challenge that she knows will end badly for her, if the head tilt thrown her way is any indication.

"I think you're right, 'Tasha," the younger woman says, taking a small step back. "Maybe I'm the solution to my problem."

Natasha's in the middle of questioning her when Wanda lifts her hand, tendrils of red magic swirling around her fingers. In the blink of an eye, the dream shifts once more. It's slightly disorienting but the leather beneath her helps her refocus her senses as she realizes she's now sitting on a large couch in the middle of the room with Wanda next to her.

Her eyebrows furrow in confusion as her focus on not one but two Wandas. Identical red dresses clinging to identical curves.

It takes her another second to realize where their hands are.

The Widow forces herself to swallow back a groan at the sight of them. The relaxed ease with which they kiss each other, the slow yet determined movement of their hands against each other, the obvious way they ignore her to focus on each other.

She wants to question the younger woman, pretend like she doesn't know exactly what she's doing. Her voice fails her, though. All her thoughts are stolen away by the show they're putting on for her.

It really shouldn't be as attractive as it is.

The two Wandas pull away from each other and turn to look at her, identical smirks grazing their faces. "Cat got your tongue, 'Tasha?"

"Shut up," she forces herself to say. "You're playing dirty."

"I always am," the other Wanda replies. "Don't act like you don't like it."

It would have been so easy to get caught up in the banter. To act like she truly was annoyed, like she didn't care about what was going on, about the sinful arousal that came with every action.

Unfortunately for her and her sanity, Natasha didn't want easy. She didn't want to forget the taste of the younger woman's lips, the feeling of her hands on her body, the sound of her voice in her ear, whispering things that would make a holy man blush 50 different shades of red.

"Maybe I do," she whispers, her admittance far too loud even in the crowded room.

It's not much, not really, but it seems to be exactly what the two Sokovians want to hear. Her Wanda (at least, she thinks it's her Wanda, it's hard to tell when her clone looks exactly the same as her) leans further against her side, her legs falling open as she guides the other's hand up her leg. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

All Natasha can do is watch as the other Wanda's hand slides beneath the hem of her dress, her fingers disappearing from view. It doesn't take a genius to figure out where exactly those deft fingers go.

The two Wandas lean in toward each other, lips locking together before the Widow can even attempt to question them again. On some level, she knows it's wrong. Knows she should be appalled, maybe jealous. But she's not.

She's utterly captivated by the display…and far too aroused for her own good.

It's not like she can be blamed, watching the object of her desires making out with a copy of herself would make anyone lose their mind…right?

Maybe if she was a better person she would have walked away.

But it was a dream, no one besides them would ever know what they were doing, what they wanted to do.

So, she did exactly what the younger woman had been hoping for.

She gave in.

One of Natasha's hands grips Wanda's exposed thigh, helping her drape her leg over her lap and expose more of herself to her greedy gaze. The other Wanda's fingers don't skip a beat and she watches the telltale signs of her pumping in and out of the other woman's cunt.

A strangled gasp leaves the Sokovian next to her as she pulls away from the kiss, her hand gripping Natasha's wrist. "'Tasha-"

"Do you always moan my name when other people fuck you?" Natasha asks, her words slipping out effortlessly.

Both Wanda's moan in unison, identical hips bucking up. "You're the only one who fucks me."

"That's not very nice to say." She leans in until her lips brush the younger woman's ear. "Other you is working so hard to make you feel good."

Her words are filthy and exactly what the Sokovian wants to hear. That beautiful snap of the Russian's control as she finally gives in. As she takes back control from her.

"Fuck," Wanda groans under her breath, tilting her head back as her clone litters kisses down her jaw and to her neck.

Natasha's attention is completely captured by the other Wanda and the ease that guides her movements. Almost like she knows exactly what the other woman wants before she can even think to speak it outloud. It shouldn't be surprising since they're the same person but it's still incredible to watch.

The Widow's fingers slowly dance their way between the younger woman's thighs, barely grazing her sensitive clit. Instead of giving the more desperate of the two her attention, though, she instructs the other woman. "Why don't you play with her nipples, sweetheart? She makes the sweetest sounds when she gets sensitive."

All Wanda can do is whine in response, back arching before she even knows what she's doing. The other version of herself grins against her skin before her free hand moves to her chest, sliding down the top of her dress as much as she can before her fingers are attaching to one of her nipples and pinching.

The stimulation makes her buck up into their fingers until she's practically grinding against them, chasing more pleasure. "Please don't stop-"

"Don't worry, baby, we won't stop until you can't take it anymore," Natasha whispers, her tone far too sweet for what she's saying.

"And even then, we probably won't stop," the other Wanda finishes her thought for her, a wicked grin on her face.

"Fuck-" Wanda hisses, her hips moving erratically as Natasha's fingers apply more pressure to her clit. "I'm gonna cum."

"Already? Guess you were more desperate than I thought."

"Please, 'Tasha."

It takes her an extra second to realize what Wanda's asking for. It shouldn't surprise her but she's not used to seeing the Sokovian so…submissive. It suits her better than she could have imagined.

"I'm right here, Wands," she murmurs. "Cum for me. Show me how good you can be for me."

Those words are Wanda's undoing. Both of her hands grip different wrists, her nails digging into their skin as her head falls back, strings of curses and whimpers falling out of her lips.

Natasha's sure she's never seen someone look so beautiful before.

Both her and the other Wanda slow down their movements until the Sokovian's shaking subsides slightly, the aftershocks of her orgasm dulling out into softer pleasure.

Praise flows out of her mouth before she can think twice about it. Her lips are everywhere she can reach. Wanda's cheek, her jaw, the side of her nose. Everywhere her lips touch, she murmurs sweet words of reassurance. Words that remind them just how real what they're doing is.

The other Wanda isn't satisfied being left out of the moment, though. She leans in too, stealing the other woman's lips before Natasha can kiss her. There's a tenderness to the moment that stops her from complaining.

When the two Wandas pull away, their gazes lock onto the Russian. She's just about to suggest round two when the edges of her vision start going blurry.

"Wanda," she says. "Don't tell me you're going to run away too."

"I'm not," the younger woman replies, her words almost a promise. "I'll come to you. We need to talk."

"Understatement of the year," she murmurs as her vision grows fuzzier, the dream slowly disappearing from her mind.

When Natasha's eyes open, there's a strong ache between her legs and a heaviness in her chest. It's not quite regret or disappointment. She's actually not sure what it is. She just knows she needs to figure things out.

She needs to be honest with Wanda for once.

All she can do is hope they're on the same page about what they want.

* * * * * * *

taglist: @boredandneedfanfics @rosekjsses

[monsterfactoryfanfic]

so a few years ago i started getting lower back pain, and it was fucking me up pretty badly so i went to a chiropractor about it because thats what my dad had always done for his back pain. only ended up going once or twice and they did make my bones pop in a bunch of terrifying ways but it mostly worked and i was like, if it's good enough for my dad, it's good enough for me.

fast forward a year and i move to a new city and i still have lingering back pain, so i'm like, gee, guess it's time for me to get a new chiropractor. so i check with my insurance and find a place close to my work (for non americans US insurance will often subsidize your trips to the chiropractor because real doctors are expensive). but this place is like, hippy dippy in a way that sets off my pseudoscience alarms. like i had just got my masters in public health and i was like "oh ho ho, i think something's weird about this doctors' office" because they were offering like deprivation chamber and energy adjustment treatments. but again, my insurance covered it so i was like "what the hell."

then i go in to see this chiropractor, who is perhaps 2 years younger than me (and i'm like 27 at this time) and she says she'll start with the spine adjustments but what i really need is acupuncture to reconnect the atrophied muscles in my ass. and i was like "i would just like back cracking please" and she was like "i actually feel really uncomfortable only doing back adjustments without the supplementary acupuncture and its really against what i stand for as a practitioner but im gonna do it anyway because you're already here" and then she cracked my back and it was fine, but she was like "if you sleep on your back that helps with lower back pain too."

so i started sleeping on my back and it resolved 95% of my back pain within like 2 days.

a few years later i saw all those articles that were like "chiropractors are basically modern-day bloodletters" and i was like "huh." so long story short you should not go to a chiropractor even though one did fix my back pain

[nezuswritingdesk]

xavier parenting au

A/n: rounding up the parenting au before all the fics and silly stuff, we got papa xavier and his 2, almost 3 children. (lumi was being a brat and demanded their release so you should thank little lumi) also Xavier's debut post! istg, i have a love-hate relationship with him because he keeps blocking zayne from coming home >:(

Primarily inspired by @tbaluver @starmocha and every xavier girl and boy dad thing I've seen since

Obligatory tag for Aly bc she's the kids godmother: @deusfoundry

cw/tw: family content, fluff, babies! very cute babies, pregnancy

wc: 732 words

Now now, papa xavier huh? This man sleeps more than your the children combined.

Xavier has collected all their plushies from the arcade, each child has a collection of plushies they sleep with.

He tries his best to cook meals for the kids but that didn't turn out good (He's gonna peel fruit from now on becuse cielo told him himself that he shouldn't cook, ever)

Anyways, Xavier is a father of 2 children . Well to put it accurately, 2 almost 3 children.

Cielo is the eldest child. He is 6 years old. His name means sky in Spanish, and you named him.

Looks like you but got Xavier's bright blue eyes and very relaxed personality.

As a baby, he was very quiet and sleepy, with the occasional fuss. Both you and Xavier had to constantly check on him to make sure he was breathing back then (he is don't worry).

When he's awake, he's a lively and smiley child. a little bit shy at first but he's cute

he's a little shit sometimes but that's okay his parents love him

hes a bit of an airhead sometimes

LOVES ALIENS (how do you feel about being part alien Cielo?)

He loves to read his father's comic book collection and sometimes copies the drawings

Reading his father's comic book collection had inspired him to write and draw things.

he loves his baby brother so muchhhh. he adores him since you had told him that he'll be a big brother

he read to altair (his little brother) as a baby

he's classmates with lumi, calebs middle child

he sometimes naps in class lol but is an all rounder

Is Lumi's secret-not so secret crush

Has the BIGGEST, FATTEST, CRUSH on Lumi but hes shy to tell her how he feels (maybe when theyre older)

wants to learn how to fight with a sword to protect his siblings too

meanwhile, his baby brother altair was named by xavier. He is currently 2 years old, thoughts and prayers to your both.

acts a lot like you, looks like xavier

the world's most fuzziest and crying baby

can not be left alone or he'll cry for mommy and daddy or cielo

he's very talkative and emotional

gets jealous when he sees lumi play with his big brother— always tries to sabotage it — well, as best as 2 year old can do

is the reason why you're pregnant, again. with a 3rd child. (hes jealous that his big brother is playing with lumi more than HIM). he basically demanded her into existence.

he's very cute like his brother too ! very respectful and gentle

likes being held

likes people reading to him, especially big brother Cielo

He loves animals! Really or stuffed toy otherwise

As mentioned, there is an upcoming child for Xavier, but it's still in the making.

it's a baby girl

whoops your having another baby again because your husband can't keep his hands off you, and baby altair is jealous that his big brother is playing with a girl instead him

The kids were with auntie Tara or Uncle Caleb and his kids when you got knocked up oopsies (you couldn't remember when because he fucked you STUPID and the sex was so good 10/10)

And now here we are :)

You're 5 months now Goodluck sweets

And this little miss is very active.

adores her father and brothers’ voice and touch

You have a name in mind, keeping how with the starry/constellation names

But for now? She's okay being a growing fetus.

Despite being a hunter, Xavier tries his best to come home uninjured or with injuries he can hide so that the kids won't worry too much.

On his days off, he spends most if not all of his time with the kids: playing, afternoon naps, going outside to enjoy hotpot dinners (cielo is an absolute fan of them), catching plushies, etc.

At the end of the day, he comes home from working, and sees them try their best to stay up, waiting for him. It brings a smile to his face. He puts his sword down, changes his boots into comfortable slippers, picks up Cielo and Altair in each arm and brings them to their beds for the night. After, he would enter your shared room to kiss you and the growing baby a simple goodnight before sleeping with you.

A/N: sigh. all of the introduction posts are done! everyone, please thank xia lumi for forcing me to post xavier and the kids (Shes playing with cielo now) i hope youre enjoying the au so far, feel free to request and ask more about this lovely au! i would love to yap more about the families and the little kids too! hope you like this one!

[animelovelover123]

Ooooo I was thinking, what about a reader who gets jealous over the Dmc boys. Like they see someone flirting with him. 👀👀

I’ll be honest, this one was hard for me since I don’t like writing about what “you” do since that is one of the few things that take me out of a story. I’ll try, but if it sounds weird and isn’t what you were looking for, I am sorry, I hope you can enjoy it a bit anyway. ( ´-｀)

Disclaimer: Some of these guys enjoy/purposely let you get jealous because they like it. In real life, this is a manipulative action that can be a sign of a toxic relationship, romantic or otherwise. You can enjoy this fiction, but remember to be safe in reality.

Trigger Warnings: Manipulation

DMC Boys x Jealous Reader

Dante

It depends on the severity of the situation.

If it is some random woman gushing about him after he shows off his stylish skills, he will call you cute and tease you.

“Aww, baby, don’t get jealous now. You got to get used to it, you knew what you were getting into when you stole the heart of the demon hunter with smokin' sexy style.” He says before striking a pose to make you laugh and lighten your spirit.

If he is being propositioned for sex and you cut in before he can give his witty rejection, or he does get it out but you are still upset, he'll lean in a whisper to you the dirtiest of things that he has been thinking about you as a way to show that you’re the only one on his mind and that can get his blood pumping south.

If it is serious, though, with crying, pain, panic, true fear and anger, Dante will drop everything and get you out of there.

It doesn't matter if you just arrived or you wanted to give the person a piece of your mind, Dante picks you up and carries you home or at least to his car where you can have a moment to calm down, to let out your rage. He'll even let you let it all out on him. He won't argue with you, not yet, he knows you're not listening.

Once you have calmed down, or just become exhausted and placid, he'll get as close as you’ll let him and talk.

What happened? What got you so upset this time? Where do these feelings come from? What can he do to help?

Good boy Dante knows when to be playful and when to be serious.

Reboot Dante

This little shit loves it, finds it hot as hell when you get angry and more aggressive in your lovin’ to try to prove a point. And it happens often.

With how free-spirited he was before you, sleeping around with no interest in commitments, having random women and the occasional man coming up to reminisce about a past sexual encounter and wanting more or simply hearing of his prowess and wanting to try him on for size was common. Sometimes it felt like Dante had fucked every other woman in town, or perhaps it was just all the women that go to the clubs and parties you two attend.

Nevertheless, they always seem to find Dante and get right to flirting and grinding. And worst of all, because Dante likes seeing you mad, he will indulge them a bit. He won’t sleep with them, kiss them, or start touching them intimately, but he will let them flirt and touch him while returning some affection like cheek kisses and putting an arm around them, smiling all the while like he likes their attention.

In reality though he could not care less about them and if you weren’t there, he would tell them to fuck off. But seeing you get pissy and maybe even a little violent is hot as hell.

The fucking best though is when you assert superiority. Moments like when you saw a woman rub his chest so you walked right up and grabbed his crotch like it was your property that someone was trying to steal and when you saw him get a kiss on the neck so you grabbed him by the hair to pull him close and shove your tongue down his throat, that shit gets him rock hard.

Is it bad that the first idea I came up with was this little shit head purposely making you jealous and getting off on you dominating him? Even before I thought about how most characters would reassure you, I was thinking “Reboot Dante would pull this shit on purpose”.

Vergil

Vergil finds it infuriating.

Whether it is some random lady trying to flirt with him or he is having an actually intelligent conversation with someone, you getting jealous is an insult.

“Do you truly believe I am so weak a man as to fall for the tricks of painted whores or so fickle that I would run off with any person with a brain?”

He does not understand how you could not trust him and will confront you with this.

His tone, stance, and demeanor made it seem like he was just angry and annoyed. However, if you know him well enough, you can see glimpses of his hurt feelings in his eyes.

If you tell him blatantly that you don’t trust him, and worse so if you bring up his only past relationship resulting in a brief fling and the abandoning of a child, you will get the rare opportunity to see that hurt shown in his expression.

If you try to explain to him that it’s not because you don’t trust him, it's that you don’t trust others or it's instinct, he won't understand until he sees Dante playfully peck you on the cheek.

The phrase “painted whores” is a reference to the DMC3 manga where Vergil says this. (Hopefully I remember to put the pic in and it still works)

This is the official Tokyopop translation and is apparently not accurate at all, but this manga has some crazy lines, and this phrase fits IMO.

Reboot Vergil

Vergil is a charmer; it is a necessary skill in the high society circles he is trying to take down. To gather information and get close to targets, sometimes he has to show interest in people and topics he could not care less about. Sometimes this includes flattering someone and making them think they have a chance with him.

He knows you don’t like this, and he doesn't like it either, but he is firm on his stance that this is a necessary part of his overall plan.

You two have gotten into arguments about this, especially if you threaten to, or successfully do, ruin a plan because of your jealousy. Shouting, screaming, him fighting on the side of logic and you, the heart.

In the end though, it always seems to work out, often with him coming to find you after some time apart to calm down and taking the time to reassure you of his love and loyalty to you.

There is one circumstance in which he should admonish your actions… but when you two are at some snooty party and some woman tries to flaunt her social power, wealth, beauty, and other such attributes to get his attention, he has to use all his socialite training to not laugh as you verbally beat the woman back into her place.

You'll catch him snickering to himself every so often as he remembers a particularly cruel jab you made.

This boy did not get raised in a rich family and become a millionaire without learning how to charm people out of information, which does not bode well for any monogamous relationship he has unless they also know the seedy tricks of the trade.

Nero

Nero, despite trying to act cool and mature, is naïve and bashful. Unless the woman is so blatantly aggressive as to try to grab his private areas or start saying he should ditch you for her, to which he will aggressively reject, he doesn't know how to react to flirtation, so you have to watch over him.

When in Fortuna, he was an outcast; no girl or woman had interest in him. And when he started traveling when he created the mobile unit for Devil May Cry, women looked down on him for being childish or still just avoided him. “So don’t worry, there is no reason for you to stress out, babe.”

In reality, he had many admirers that were too nervous to approach him or did shoot their shot and it went over Nero’s head, who assumed that that’s just how many women are. (blame Trish/Gloria for that)

Like trying to guide a mouse through a maze of traps, you have to watch over Nero and shoo away the women making him uncomfortable.

“Well you're being overly clingy, what’s up? Flirting with me? She just dropped something. Bend and snap? I don’t know what that is. You wanna go home? Sure, I don’t even like parties like this. But, um, could you keep your arm around me like that? Feels… nice.”

I did not start off with the intent to make Nero babygirl coded, but here we are and I like it. I love Nero being horny and needy with you but the poor thing’s brain cannot compute when other people hit on him.

Also, though I purposely left it open for anyone to picture how they were holding Nero at the end, I like to imagine you have your arm around his waist or hips. Would be so cute!

V

V’s type of attractiveness, especially his physical traits, distinctive, so the rate in which you get challengers was dependent on the environment, because in some crowds he is VERY popular.

He is also a sensitive soul, able to articulate his emotions and understand others. So, the moment he notices even a hint of your jealousy, possession, or hurt feelings, he will pull you aside and reassure you of his devotion

“My dearest song bird, do not fret for my heart yearns only for your affection, my body craves only your touch, and no one makes sweet, passionate music like you and I together.”

He wishes for you to not have a single doubt in your mind about the strength of the bond you share, especially because he knew from the fragments of memories and feelings from Vergil how jealousy can destroy a person.

There was but one situation where V was thankful for your protectiveness that bordered on possessiveness.

V had very little demonic power and so struggled to protect himself without the aid of his familiars. At the same time, though, he was mostly human with some of Sparda’s blood, which made him a relatively easy target for blood/life force drainers like succubi, or so you might think.

That was until the tale of the devastating verbal and physical beat down you gave one of their strongest when you caught her trying to force herself on V spread to every succubus in the country and most of the demon world.

This one turned out weird and tone tones are all over the place. :p

[starkenobi]

Demonic Domination | chapter two: nuns on cocaine.

masterlist — demonic domination masterlist

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reder; Bucky Barnes x Reader; Matt Murdock x Reader.

Summary: Y/N doesn’t classify herself as a vigilante or, as people on the internet say, an antihero. No, she’s just an occult detective with a fucking amnesia trying to create a new life beyond her secret mutant status. At first, she really tried to keep a normal civilian life, but it’s difficult when you’re rescued from a dark place by a man dressed as a mummy ninja calling himself Moon Knight. So, anyway, working as an occult detective makes her travel around the world, and it’s cool because it gives her a lot of stories… Until her feet touch New York grounds. It’s all downhill from there.

chapter warnings: description of violence, blood, death.

In the eerie silence of the night stood a silhouette, right in front of the abandoned mansion.

No one of the town's people dared to get closer to the property. Cursed family, cursed ground, they whispered. But she knew better. She could see clearly what happened there without summoning.

A broken family, so much despair and hopelessness.

The town did it. Ten years ago. And the younger generations weren't proud of it, and didn't want to keep hiding under the rug. Of course, it wasn't about doing the right thing. Oh no. They were scared because the spirits, after waiting for some type of repentance that never came, were finally collecting the souls that wronged them.

The town's people were receiving their punishments.

“Just sixteen more, Miss Constantine,” a small voice whispered in her ear. “Just the older generation, the adults with blood on their hands.”

“Alright, I can work with that,” she answered, unbothered, lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag. “Take what you need to take, but make it seem like an accident, though. They'll be all together in one place tomorrow.”

“Thank you, Miss Constantine.”

Without saying a word, she left the mansion and walked the road back to downtown. Reaching the only hotel of the town, she ignored the notice board with the poster announcing the sunday’s great mass. The town’s people were going to pray for protection and injustice against evil spirits. Kind of ironic, or even offensive, when you think about the real victims.

When the cases were some injustice resulting in death�� This part of her work was never easy.

But there were cases where she was offered money to solve something that the living considered to be a problem, these were the most fun. They’d spit out nonsense, swearing about being innocente. She always had a blast disturbing their minds.

She worked with the living, but she worked for the dead and the unknown. In the end, she only answered to one being: Death.

Well.

Sometimes.

They haven't been on speaking terms for a while.

Anyway.

Another night in a town in the middle of nowhere in Norway. She hated the cold, at least there was aquavit. The alcohol helped to keep her drunk enough to feel a tad bit warmer.

And to sleep.

She really hated the cold. Even without the white covering the floor, it felt like she was surrounded by snow.

So, after taking a long shower and drinking half a bottle of aquavit, Y/N fell asleep quickly. Only waking up hours later with banging on her hotel room’s door.

“Demologist! The church is burning down!” the voice yelled with a shrill voice, the banging non stop. “Demologist!”

Y/N huffed, getting out of bed a little unsteadily and opening the door roughly. She glanced to the man standing there with panic painting his face. “I’ll be there.”

Closing the door on his face, she quickly put on her boots and grabbed everything she’d need. She sighed heavily, it seemed that she wouldn’t have time for coffee. At least she developed a routine of always sleeping ready for an emergency while she’s working on a case.

“What happened?” Y/N asked to the priest as she approached the burning church, ignoring the people screaming and crying across the lawn.

The priest, an old bald man, sighed in dismay. “Astrid, the matriarch of the Lars family, she locked everyone of her generation in the main hall and set fire to the church.”

“Damn.” she said, observing the civilians trying to help the city's small group of firefighters put out the fire, but it was in vain. “Tell them to stop, there’s no life to save.”

“What?” the priest muttered, eyes wide.

“They’re all dead, sir,” Y/N stated. Noticing that the priest was too stunned to order the crowd, she whistled loudly to get everyone's attention. “Let the fire burn! It will help their souls!”

A young woman with a middle aged man approached aggressively, the woman's face was contorted in a mixture of fury and sadness. “You promised to save them! You’ve lied to us! Their deaths are in your hands!”

“I said that to be saved, they needed to be true to their hearts,” she answered unbothered, wagging a finger. “Truly regret, because there’s no lying to spirits.”

The silence was deafening, the town’s people looked from her to the church still burning. It’d take hours for the fire to burn out. So she gave a prayer written on a piece of paper for the priest, and ordered everyone to repeat the words while kneeling with their foreheads on the ground. They didn't know it, but they’d be praying for the souls of the spirits of the family ruined by the town.

Leaving the people behind, Y/N stalked to the abandoned mansion. Waiting for her on the front porch was the Arud family, the parents and three children. The youngest daughter left her parents and two brothers’ side to run to her. A beautiful smile missing a tooth.

“Thank you, Miss Constantine.” her small voice sounded better than the night before, there was light beaming around her.

“I didn’t do anything, darling.” Y/N said, offering a smile in return.

The little girl shook her head. “You helped us, taught us how to do things. Now we can finally go.”

“So what are you waiting? Go, darling, your parents are calling you.” she couldn't keep the affection out of her voice, kids were one of her weak spots.

“Good-bye, Miss Constantine!” the kid chirped, running back to the porch where the door was wide open. Her brothers long gone, only her parents waiting for her to cross the border. With one last wave of her little hand, they were gone.

Then Y/N burned the mansion to the ground to secure the family's spirits’ peace.

No one else in that town would disturb that family anymore.

Opening the flask she carried in the pocket of her coat, she took a long sip of aquavit. “Cheers for another case getting closed.”

Without waiting any longer, Y/N grabbed her things in the hotel and headed to the nearest big city. She didn’t bother going back to the burned church, her real mission was done. She had a plane to catch.

Some hours later, she decided to take a look at her phone. There was an absurd amount of messages that she ignored, favoring to call the only number that mattered. After three rings, the call was picked.

“Hey, Mummy!” She singsong sarcastically.

“Hello, kid.” Marc huffed in amusement. “How you doin’?”

“Finished here in Norway, I'm going to stop by Italy and then go to Germany… Again.” Y/N answered, taking a long sip of her vodka before sighing. “How are things in the stolen lands?”

“Good, we decided to settle in Brooklyn,” Marc hummed after a moment in silence. She knew he wanted to give his opinion on her travels, but he couldn't criticize her work when he had his own missions. “Steven's still trying to learn how to act like someone with money, Jake got a taxi to call his own.”

“What about you, oldie?”

Ignoring her question, Marc stated softly, “There's a room for you here, we brought your things with us.”

She hesitates for a moment. “Marc, we've already discussed this.”

“It's been four years, kid,” the words hit her hard even though Marc spoke them softly. “There are cases here for you, New York is a huge state.”

“Traveling around the world solving cases and dealing with cryptids isn't that bad, Marc.” Y/N said, trying to keep her voice light. “It’s quite fun actually, maybe I'll even write a book about it.”

Marc sighed defeated, like the others times he tried to persuade her. “Alright, but you know there’s a place where you can call it home.”

“Thank you, Marc.”

And she meant it.

—

Stopping by Lipari was more a spur of the moment than work, a little treat for herself after some months just solving cases without any break for pleasure. The sun tanning her skin was a wonderful feeling after so many days of freezing her poor body.

The sexy bartender kept bringing her delicious drinks and kept her well fed, and at one point during the day he even offered to reapply her sunscreen. Of course she asked him to enjoy the night with her, and then to visit her hotel room.

He was a sweet boy, green eyes and a beautiful smile. Singing praises on her skin and trying to keep up with her. They talked dirty and gossiped about island stories. A delightful welcome party.

Three days later she went to to the other side of Lipari, having fun in her scooter and flirting with beautiful women, indulging in the opportunity to finally know the love of an italian woman.

On the eleventh night she found the sea nymph she was looking for.

A little pretty bluish thing that took her breath away.

And it promptly brought a chill down her spine when their eyes met.

“I came to help.” Y/N said evenly, without looking away. “Name’s Constantine. Occult detective, saving pretty beings in the spare time.”

The nymph opens her mouth, then closes it. Trembling bluish hands reaching for her own neck. There were scarred angry red marks on her skin. Something terrible crossed Y/N’s mind. They took away her voice.

“Got it,” Y/N nodded, coming closer to take a look at the glass cage. She felt the spark of weak dark magic. “Alright, I can work with this shit. Darling, step to the other side and shield your eyes.”

Rolling up the shirt sleeves to the elbows, Y/N rubbed her hands and hummed. Clapping her palms together once, before rubbing them together again and then clapping once more but with force. In a snap, her hands were engulfed in fire. And when she touched the glass, it shattered into several pieces before turning to dust at her feet.

“Well, that was so anti-climatic,” she muttered to herself. Clicking her tongue, she crossed the cage and offered a hand to the nymph that now watched her with interest.

The nymph took a step closer, but was stopped mid second step by Y/N after noticing the bare bluish feet. Without saying a word, she came closer and took the nymph in her arms.

“Let’s get out of here, darling. Your friends are waiting for you at Porticello.”

Y/N walked with no worries, crossing the room slowly towards the bar on the front. The nymph looked surprised at the bodies scattered around the place, all the men that took her and tortured her. There was blood everywhere, evidence that the men initially considered fighting whoever dared to enter there, but then tried to escape when they realized they were going to die.

“Not my finest work,” Y/N said when they finally were out, coming closer to a car with the passenger door open. The nymph settled down and shrugged with a tiny smile on her lips. “Just one second, darling.”

Y/N closed the car door, then jogged back to the bar. She lit up a cigarette, taking a long drag before throwing through the bar's entrance. In seconds the place was engulfed by fire. Returning to the car, Y/N drove in silence and without worries. Soon it wasn't possible to see the burning bar, nor the flames trying to touch the night sky.

The drive ended only when they finally arrived at Porticello.

A small group of nymphs emerged from the darkness of the beach when Y/N’s feet touched the sand with the pretty bluish nymph on her arms.

“Thank you, Constantine.” Rosa, a nymph with long red hair said, coming closer to leave a kiss at the corner of her mouth.

“Always at your disposal, love.” Y/N whispered entranced, a soft smirk on her lips. Letting the nymphs take the rescued one, Y/N took the opportunity to hug Rosa one last time. “Our time was amazing, it was the least I could do.”

The nymph closed the small distance and gave her a long kiss, biting Y/N's bottom lip lightly. “Take care, Constantine.”

“See you around, yeah? You know how to call me.” Y/N said, kissing Rosa one last time before watching her disappear into the waves.

“Well, fuck, Marc will never believe me.”

—

She hated Germany. That’s it.

Not even the northern countries with all the cold and the days that turned into night were in the top ten on her ‘I hate it here’ list. Not that she would say it out loud. She’d never be able to explain it, and would say something stupid like it’s the vibes.

Limburg Abbey. A convent near Bad Dürkheim, at the edge of the Palatinate Forest.

The instructions weren't clear. So at first, she had to act in the shadows, gathering information to know exactly what to do. The convent wasn't only a spiritual place for women that decided to become nuns and dedicate their lives to God.

It was something darker.

Something ville.

Something only men could do.

Experiments.

But, of course, not any simple medical experiment. No. They were fucking with the occult using scientific shit. It never ends well.

She made her presence known on a Wednesday's afternoon. Her important belongings were hidden in the forest, so she could get another time later. Wearing a dress she'd stolen and mascara running down her face, she played the role of a helpless homeless girl in need of God's help. Too well, it seems, or they really needed new flesh.

“Don't worry, my child. You're safe here.” one of the oldest nuns said in german, a benevolent expression on her face. “I'll show you to your room, and give you proper clothes. Tomorrow you'll be officially a servant of God.”

The proper clothes in the end were a skirt that reached the ankle, a long white shirt, a sweater and a headscarf. Everything a mix of shades of black and white. Well, at least she could hide shit with all that fabric, and it was easier to blend in.

Most of the women there wore the same clothes as her, the ones that didn’t were the ones with a position of power. And they were secretly acting for the bad guys on command. The scientists and the rich. All men, of course. It made her skin crawl.

It took two months pretending to be a pathetic and insignificant woman, with no one to look for her and that didn’t understand german well. Fools. Two months passing their tests, pretending she didn’t know what was happening. Doing everything without questions and always saying a broken thank you like they were her salvation.

Pretending she was easy prey like the rest of the women there that were really looking for help.

In the fourth month, the superiors nuns brought her to an examination room with another five women.

After several days undergoing various basic health exams, they were brought to another side of the convent. A place with big and small machines, wires, vials and tubes. Gotcha. But not really yet.

And then, she was with twelve women sitting on shit chairs. Something strange was being injected into the arm. It didn't take long for her to realize it was cocaine. They were being drugged.

That was a surprise right there. She thought about a lot of other substances but not cocaine.

Y/N pretended to have the same reactions the other women were having. The drug couldn't hurt her, she felt the sting and then it was gone. No alcohol or drugs stayed too long in her system. So, faking it until she makes it.

After pumping a lot of cocaine on them, they were dragged to another room and connected to machines. The room was bigger, but darker. She eyed suspiciously at the dark corner.

“Let's start the experiment.” the older nun ordered and everyone got in position.

A bright light made them close their eyes.

A scream.

A splash of something.

A gurgle.

She forced herself to open her eyes, ignoring her retinas burning.

And right there outside the dark corner was a corpse.

Something not dead but not alive either.

Something that resembled a big dog.

With horns.

And wings.

She closed her eyes when she understood what's happening.

They were using humans as sacrifices, trying to wake up a dragon's fossil.

A fucking dragon.

They were extinct for over a millenia.

Their experiment didn't make any sense.

It's just pure cruelty and craziness.

Fucking fucked fuck.

A corpse fell by her side. She closed her eyes again, feeling nauseous because of the light. She was blinded by the lights and needed to wait to get better.

“Still not working.” a man sneered.

“We'll find the right calculation soon, sir.” someone answered quietly.

“Give those nuns more cocaine, clean them and this mess.”

And, then, it was like it never happened. The nuns would never really remember, brain full of cocaine and trauma. The two women that died there, forgotten. Only a month later would they dare to take the group again for another experiment.

For Y/N, all the waiting was torture. She didn’t born to be a nun for sure. Surprisingly, she couldn't see any spirits around the covent. So no gossip ghosts to help her. At least she was prepared and knew what's waiting for them inside that place.

To take down the convent, she needed to understand how deep the system and experiment went. How far their power reached around the world. She'd need to kill everyone who was involved.

Unfortunately, her plans blew up in her face.

Literally.

First it was some stupid tremors, but then a blast threw her far enough to reach across the room. A huge flaming hole was torn in the wall of the convent.

Through the hole she was able to see outside, the gardens and the forest.

A fucking battle was happening.

What. The. Fuck.

Looking around herself, she noticed that everyone was dead, including the nuns.

Hell, she should be dead too, taking into account the exposed fracture in her chest and her legs. But it was already healing, so she grabbed a cigar inside her bloody sweater. Making a happy sound when she found one cigar that didn’t get blood. Smoking really helped to pass time, and she's been craving for a week. Who'd thought that it's hard to smoke inside a convent?

When she felt that it was fine to get back on her feet, she was moving quickly.

The battle was still happening outside, but she could hear that something was already happening inside too.

Taking a shortcut, she came closer to another hole -this time on the corridor- and jumped from the third floor. Ignoring the little crack when she landed, Y/N walked down the garden. The convent soldiers didn't even blink in her direction, but the people blowing up the place stopped on their tracks.

“What the fuck you morons think you're doing here?” Y/N yelled, waving her cigarette for emphasis.

And then she saw Captain fucking America and Iron Man.

She wasn't stupid, when she was bored she liked to read gossip and watch funny videos on tiktok.

What. The. Fuck. Were. They. Doing.

“Dammit, you guys fucked up all my case!” Y/N stopped screaming abruptly, her eyes going towards the city after noticing fire and smoke in the distance. She growled. “Stop blowing the fucking place!”

“Who the hell are you?” Tony demanded, palm up with a blaster in her direction.

Taking the last drag of her cigarette, she smiled menacingly, all blood and teeth. “Detective Y/N Constantine. A displeasure to meet ya, idiot.”

“What are you doing here?” Captain America asked, trying to intimidate with his voice and size.

“Well, after the shit you've pulled?” She opened her arms to show around them, the fighting still happening. “None of your damn business.”

“You-” Captain took a step foard.

Y/N smirked. “Fuck you.”

And in the blink of an eye, she was gone.

“What?” Tony screamed, surprised by her sudden disappearance.

Back inside, where she was before the explosion. Y/N searched for the fossil.

The dragon was under the rubble, a little destroyed but still could be used. She closed her eyes, praying for forgiveness. Grabbing an iron bar from the rubble, she hit the dragon again and again, until it was only dust.

To finish, she set fire to what was left of the room. A final touch, so no one could get anything there to keep the experiments. She wouldn't find every fucker as she planned, but she hoped at least to prevent the knowledge to spread.

And no fucking dragon.

She was enjoying the fire consuming everything when she heard the click of a gun behind her.

“Who the hell are you?”

Slowly turning, she came face to face with the former Winter Soldier, if she could take a guess.

Ok, fine, the arm gave it away.

“Well, you're being rude.” Y/N retorted, rolling her eyes. When he didn’t react, she sighed before bowing mockingly. “I'm Constantine, Y/N Constantine. Detective of Unknown.”

“What?” He frowned, still looking at her suspiciously.

“You're cute, but not that dumb, right?” Mirroring his frown, she completely ignored the gun pointing at her and started walking past him. “Gotta go, cutie. Fucking hate Germany and you guys ruined my case.”

“Stop right there, or I'm going to shoot.”

His threat made her laugh.

“No you won't, cause your little friends told you so.” Looking over her shoulder, she winked at him. “Nice to meet ya, cutie. Tell the others I said bye.”

Noticing that she wouldn’t stop when she reached the end of the corridor, Bucky started to run after her.

But there was no one to catch.

She was gone.

Again.

He could swear he heard laughter in the distance. It was like she was a ghost.

Meanwhile in the woods, or at least in a part that seemed to resist the chaos that the Avengers brought with them, Y/N walked slowly with another cigarette - no one needed to know she got it from a dead soldier.

Fuck them.

She discarded the bloody and destroyed nun clothes, sighing in contentment after finally dressing her own. It took some minutes to pass through the forest and when she reached the town, she rolled her eyes with all the destruction left behind.

Idiots.

She could still hear the chaos at the top of the mountain.

She could still see the chaos even after she got a motorcycle and followed the road out of town.

She could still see the convent engulfed in fire miles away.

Well, it was officially the Avengers mess, after ruining her plans. If she knew right, maybe the case involved Hydra. So, yeah, her part of the job was done.

She wasn't a fucking super hero, that's none of her business.

There was no more dragon.

Fuck, how would she tell Mark that she was probably on the Avengers’ naughty list now?

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WIP Wednesday

Here are the requested sentences for "Reaching Out to You" chapter 6. Thank you @somefishycat @oriharaizayadividesintoslytherin @auburnlaughter and @eriquin for your requests!

Eddie came back with the chips and started filling some of them into bowls. "When did you make all this?" He asked, when Steve put a pre-prepared tray of pigs in blankets into the oven.  Steve shrugged. "Couldn't sleep last night." "You could have called." Eddie sounded almost a little disappointed.  "I know, but I wanted to make food for today anyways, so I figured I'd use the time." He had been fighting the urge to call Eddie all night, but last night's nightmare had nothing to do with the Upside Down. It had been that stupid Halloween party, the one where Nancy had broken up with him. Except, in the dream, it hadn't been Nancy with him, it had been Eddie. Eddie who had told him he was bullshit. And Steve had no idea how he could tell Eddie about it, or why even the memory of the dream fucked him up more than many of his Upside Down dreams. "You could have called anyways, I would have come to help you. Or kept you company on the phone." 

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Revolving Doors

Eris Vanserra x Reader

Summary: She has spent years trying to erase him, to break the bond that ties her to Eris Vanserra, but every time she runs, he finds her, pulling her back into a love that destroys as much as it ignites.

Based on the song: Revolving door by Tate McRae

"My cold heart is finally melting I moved from the east to the west wing I finally think it might be helping..."

The bond had snapped into place on a rain-soaked battlefield.

The war against Hybern had been raging for months, blood soaking the earth and magic ripping through the skies. Y/n had fought alongside the Night Court, alongside friends who became family. But that night, as she collapsed onto the ground with a gaping wound in her side and fire erupted around her, she’d looked up—and seen him.

Eris Vanserra.

Not her enemy. Not her friend. But the male the Cauldron had chosen for her.

A cruel joke.

She’d felt the bond snap tight like a chain around her throat. His amber eyes locking onto hers from across the chaos, confusion and fury and something dangerously close to longing in his expression.

He’d saved her life that night. Burned through the Hybern soldiers like they were nothing, scooped her into his arms, and winnowed them away.

But salvation came with a cost.

And that cost was him.

I confess, I’m not that versatile Say I’m good, but I might be in denial Takes one call and that undoes the dial (ah)

After the war, she fled.

She buried herself in the Night Court, hoping that if she surrounded herself with light, the fire wouldn’t find her.

But the bond was relentless.

It tugged at her in her dreams, in the still moments before dawn, in the ache in her chest that never quite left.

"You’re running from him," Feyre had said gently one morning over tea.

"I’m running from myself," Y/n had whispered back.

But Velaris was not far enough.

Not when he was still out there, feeling every tug, every heartbeat, every desperate attempt to sever something that could never be broken.

Baby, I tried to call you Off like a bad habit Tried to call you Off like a bad habit

He found her the first time without trying.

A simple diplomatic meeting between courts. She had been standing on the balcony overlooking the Sidra, breathing in the cool night air, and suddenly he was there.

"You hide well," Eris said softly, his voice rough, like he hadn’t spoken her name aloud in months.

She didn’t turn. "And yet here you are."

"I wasn’t looking for you."

She finally turned to face him. "You always are."

His amber eyes roamed over her face, taking in every line, every shadow. "You think I don’t fight this too?"

Her voice broke. "It doesn’t matter what you fight, Eris. We destroy each other."

And they both knew it was true.

But I keep coming back like a revolving door Say I couldn’t want you less, but I just want you more

The second time, it was not chance.

It was storm and fury.

A knock at her door in the middle of the night.

She opened it without thinking.

He stood there, soaked through with rain, eyes wild.

"I can’t sleep," he rasped.

She swallowed hard. "Then leave."

He stepped inside anyway.

"I dream of you," he said softly, rain dripping from his hair, his face. "And when I wake up, it’s worse."

Her heart twisted.

He reached out, fingertips brushing her cheek, reverent. "You are in my blood."

Her voice trembled. "You make me feel like I’m drowning."

"Then drown with me."

His mouth was on hers before she could stop herself.

And gods, she didn’t want to stop.

Clothes torn away. Hands desperate. Skin fevered.

"Tell me to stop," he gasped against her throat.

She couldn’t.

She didn’t.

Shut it down That I try, then you come, come around Fuck me good, fuck me up, then I gotta move towns

The next morning, he was gone.

A note left behind.

I shouldn't have come. But I can't stay away.

She crumpled the paper, chest hollow.

This was what they did. Over and over.

Burn, rebuild, burn again.

Change my mind so much I can’t find it I work so much, can’t be reminded Life feels worse, but good with you in it

For months, she avoided him.

Tried to focus on missions with Azriel, sparring with Cassian, spending quiet afternoons with Nesta.

But it never left her.

Late at night, alone in her bed, she would reach for him in dreams — and sometimes, she felt him reach back.

Until one night, in a haze of exhaustion and longing, she whispered his name aloud.

And moments later, he appeared.

He stepped out of shadow and flame, his face pale, eyes dark with want and regret.

"You called for me."

She shook her head, tears falling. "I didn’t mean to."

"But you did."

He crossed the room slowly, like approaching a wounded animal.

"I don’t want to be this," she whispered.

"I don’t either." His voice broke. "But I need you."

And gods help her — she needed him too.

I need a minute, I need a minute I need a, I need, fuck it, I need a minute

The cabin in Autumn was silent.

They lay tangled in each other, her head resting on his chest, his fingers stroking her hair.

"Every time I think I can let you go," he murmured, "I find myself standing in front of your door."

She closed her eyes.

"And every time you leave," she whispered, "I tell myself it’ll be the last."

He kissed her temple softly. "It never is."

"No." Her voice cracked. "It never is."

"I'm supposed to be an adult, but fuck it, I need a minute..."

Weeks passed.

The world faded away.

But reality clawed its way back in.

"My father wants me to marry someone else," Eris said one night, staring into the fire.

She froze. "And what do you want?"

"You." His voice was raw. "But wanting you has never been enough."

She stood, heart shattering. "Then fight for me."

His eyes lifted to hers. "Would you stay, if I did?"

She couldn’t answer.

She left that night.

And more, and more And more, more (more)

He burned down his father's expectations.

He shattered every chain that held him back.

He stood before her one final time, his voice hoarse.

"I choose you."

Her breath caught.

"I’ve made mistakes," he said. "I’ve hurt you. Hurt myself. But I will not spend another day pretending I don’t want you more than anything."

Tears fell down her cheeks.

She reached for him, her heart finally surrendering.

"I choose you too."

They fell into each other one last time — but this time, not in desperation.

In promise.

In hope.

They burned.

And from the ashes, they began again.

No more running.

No more closed doors.

Just them.

Fire and fate.

And a love that refused to die.

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Moonberry next on the chopping block of Sprout ships im writing angsty stuff on, i can link my berryfunny and fruitcake angst stuff if yall want it tho. Anyway is it in character? Idk. Am I having fun? Yeah.

"Astro I said I'm okay-" Sprout was practically exhausted in the midst of night, the moon toon making his way over to question him on his extremely late activity. Astro shook his head with a frown.

"Sprout, you're not sleeping and it's around 3 am. Do you have something on your head right now?" Astro asks softly, his gentle soothing voice sort of easing into Sprout, making the strawberry want to say what was wrong....which was something rather simple, so that's why Sprout felt a little silly.

"I..."

Sprout blushed a little and looked away. "I um..." He looks down. "I just feel like my mind is sort of racing...." He told Astro softly, Astro tilting his head to get a better look at Sprouts lowered face, Sprout growing nervous at his lovers pretty face.

"You need a good dream?" The toon asked, Sprout huffed, crossing his arms.

"I would just worry about yourself."

Astro only blinked slowly, staring at Sprout before the toon before him fidgeted under Astros gentle gaze. Then Sprout sighs. "Uh....just um. Sure! Sure. Yeah," Sprout gets up, now heading to his own room, Astro following behind with a soft hum.

When making it to Sprouts room, Astro finally asks "Can I use yours and Cosmos kitchen to make something?" Astro asks, the strawberry quickly turning to Astro with a raised brow.

"Um....I mean sure but why?"

This was where Astro failed to give a response, his eyes going to the ground as he blushed a pleasant blue on his face. Sprout waved his hands in front of Astro to at the very least attempt to get his attention-Astro raises his head back up.

"I'm making...cookies."

Sprout crawls in his bed and then let out a snort. "Okay, I mean do what you want. I'll be there so nothing happens on accident like a random oven fire," Sprout said but then the other cut him off.

"No!" Astro exclaimed quickly, his hand reaching to gently brush Sprouts leaf hair to put him down on his pillow, Sprout raising a brow, his eyes narrow. "Just um...." The strawberry toon softened his gaze but Astro leans down, kissing Sprout on the head gently. "Go to sleep..." Astro murmurs, to which Sprout closes his eyes to go obey, a small blue speckle sort of sprayed from Astros hand the moment it made contact with Sprouts head, Sprout unconsciously leaning in to Astros touch.

"There we go..."

The very next day, as many other toons were roaming about, Cosmo was told by Astro that Sprout let him use the kitchen to bake something. His four arms out completely, Astro is meticulously trying to meticulously put red icing on the cookies with a frown. "They managed to do it so well for the cookies they made of me...." Astro mumbles but he let out a small yelp when he heard someone step in and immediately, he retreats his arms under the blanket.

"Astro?" Oh god oh FUCK it was Sprout.

Astro turns with a small blush on his face as he immediately turned back away, the strawberry toon walked over to the cookies and then looked at them, the space toon frozen in fear at his lover's reaction to the monstrosity that he had created. The cookies were supposed to be Sprouts face but the icing was messily put on, the cookies shape was deformed, seemingly burnt on the bottom.

Astro looks down in shame, Sprout looking at Astro in shock before he points to himself. "Th...these were...?" He began quietly, Astro nodding, but not looking at Sprout. Then, there's a glint of something in the strawberries eye that he can't really place. Sprout tilts his head. "Why?" He sounds so amused at it.

"I wanted to....make um...make a small gift for you......I thought I could do it," The moon confesses nervously, but he sounded so ashamed, so bothered by the fact he failed horrendously and made his boyfriend look like a blob! However, Sprout looked ecstatic.

"Well! Let's eat!" Sprout grabs a cookie and then Astro does too in response. As the two ate, Sprout looks at Astro with a look of love on his face. The two eating the cookie before a sour look spread on their faces. Luckily the two shared similar feelings on it.

"Its....burnt," Astro meekly muttered. Sprout nods in agreement but he still seemed quite content. He grabs a carton of milk from the fridge and then pours him and Astro a glass.

"I need to teach you how to bake," the strawberry muses which seemed to make Astro feel worse until Sprout grins. "I don't even know how to decorate that well. I get help from Cosmo." Astros mood brightened considerably after as then Sprout steps forward to grab Astros available hands. "Its very good." Sprouts lover smiles in response to this.

Then Sprout moved forward to kiss Astro on the lips, Astro's four arms sneaking through his blanket to go and put two of his arms on Sprouts shoulders and then the other two on Sprouts waist. Only breaking apart to gently kiss Astro again.

"I need to make you something now" Sprout muses, his lips not that far away from Astros, Astro blushing a bit and avoided eye contact. His lover moved forward and put a hand on the moon's cheek. "Hey..." Sprout hums softly, reaching to rub Astros cheek before nearly kissing Astro again-but then suddenly...

"Am I interrupting something?" Cosmo snickers to which Sprout blushes madly, pulling away from Astro as the two were stunned at Cosmos susden appearance although the two dumbasses were kissing in the kitchen.

Sprout covered his mouth but coughed. "Shut up." Cosmo went over, ignoring Astros disaster of cookies but went to pull down the blender, just amused, the moon toon having left Sprout in the kitchen with Cosmo, absolutely a blushing mess.

About a week later since it was approaching the cold season, Astro knocks on Sprouts door. "Sprout? Sprout dear?" Did he forget to turn on the heater in his room? It's been getting incredibly cold outside to which he knows if it's not warm in some shape or capacity--Sprouts gonna be sleeping. But by all means that IS adorable, but-

Sprout opens the door, wrapped in a large burrito blanket. "Heyyy..." Sprout grins a bit, slightly shuddering, his eyes half lidded. Astro smiles back.

"Hey Sprout..." Astro enters the room, shutting the door as Sprout wormed his way back onto the bed. "You holding up well?" Astro asks softly.

The strawberry sighs. "Its been soo cold you know, even with everything put on to keep me awake," He turns away with a small pout, the moon giggled.

"Yeah? How can I help with that?" Astro questioned, sitting on the edge of the bed before Sprout huffed. Then, slowly, the strawberry turned to face Astro. He flipped open the blankets he had on.

"Well maybe if my pretty boyfriend gave me a kiss and went to cuddle with me maybe I'd feel MUCH MUCH warmer."

Astro stared a moment before laughing a bit, "Very well then," He muses, finally dropping his blanket so he can effectively wrap his four arms around Sprout more. "A kiss" He presses a kiss to Sprouts lips. "Just for you..." He smiles as Sprout nuzzles Astros neck, wrapping the blanket around them both this time so they could cuddle, bodies warm and close to eachother.

--

In the darker areas of the warehouse this gave the most nervousness to the lone moon. Ever since this sort of began he felt a overwhelming sense of guilt and grief to have watched his loved ones turn into these monsters...but he held on.

Proceeding through the floor to do a machine, Astro carefully and meticulously extracted ichor from the machine, a bit nervous on the possible twisteds around him. But...he couldn't help but notice despite strange breathing the floor has been dormant of any twisteds, along with the incredibly chill air that surrounded him that luckily he was kept warm through his blanket.

He could not pinpoint for the life of him where that hoarse breathing was though. Finishing the first machine of that floor, he began to explore, him slightly glowing which illuminated the dark parts of the floor that he traversed.

Then he pinpoints where that hoarse breathing is coming from.

A hand going up to cover his mouth, his eyes widen in horror to see a near ichor covered, much taller twisted; Sprout, and Sprout his eyes closed but he was just standing there. "Oh.....oh Sprout...." Astro's voice was heartbroken. He hadnt seen Sprout at all since it began. But...he's turned into this. He's like this because of HIM. Because...

A tear drops down Astro's eye, but why is the tear black instead of a clear liquid? His eye felt irritated, growing sort of red, Astro walking over to his very much unconscious lover. "Do you mind if I stay here?" Astro questions quietly, knowing he wouldn't get a response from the twisted.

He only sits down, knowing he can't really embrace Sprout because he feels so weak honestly. But also because Sprout was just incredibly tall. "I'm so sorry,Sprout..." Astro murmurs softly, his eye shutting. "You must have suffered, right? You look like you can barely breathe..."

The ichor was covering Sprouts mouth, any entry point that'd allow the toon to breathe. It must be painful. "I'm so sorry...I wish I could do more for you..." Astro dropped more ichor from his eye, finally most of it going black for him as he gently sobbed.

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ROUND 2 LET'S GO. Warning that the first one is LONG, PERSONAL, and INVOLVES RELIGION. so skip if you're not up to that! Also, please don't take offense if yours isn't as long- it doesn't mean I don't love your characters it just means my brain rambled less getting to the point!

Mondes- @/byrdstrolls Starting here because this is one is going to be really personal. So, I used to have a different favorite troll in the Robinverse and it was absolutely Hikaru. Even did that speedpaint and everything but. When I was working at my last job, I was the only non-christian sect in the dunkin I was at. The ONLY one. Now, I am not religiously Jewish. But I grew up half that way. My dad's side family who lives here is kosher jew (i do not talk to them). My only good stepmother I ever had (who proceeded to traumatize me) is jewish- ethnically and religiously, and she was in my life through 2 other step mothers before her. I grew up in a weird mix of half mexican christianity and half jewish because of where I grew up and because of her. Another friend who has a direct blood jewish mother to inherit it from- she called us "culturally jewish" to describe it. I had like two more paragraphs typed before I realized it's just rambling but to shorten it as much as I can- Mondes was a fellow jew in a time where I needed one. He felt like one of my stepbrothers. That's the best I can describe it. [CORRECTED. not Armenian, she wasn't Armenian! fucking hell tired dave is meshing everything together safe me. She was IRANIAN. IRANIAN. can't be typing this without sleep rip]

Makona-@/the-rainbow-overflow It is no secret how much I love Makona. I could listen to you tell me all the little details of her for HOURS. The teeth??? The in depth snake based TEETH?! The locks?! Her romance with Ptillo?! UGH She makes me SO gay I just. I fucking LOVE Makona

Circin-@/stuckstucktrolls It is, or it should be at this point, a well known fact that I have diagnosed BPD. Circin is like looking into a fucking mirror sometimes. The abandonment anxiety especially you write it so well that I once actually broke my pencil reading I believe one of your replies about it because it triggered my own. It was wonderful- not the abandonment anxiety- but feelings being triggered and getting to flip like that just. Circin and his relationships and how he interacts with the world just. He brings me joy. With or without the label on him.

Shafan-@/hareofhrair Shafan brings me gender euphoria, gender envy, and somehow causes me to be sex repulsed all at once. I ADORE the design. The character is fucking FANTASTIC. The maulmart outfit lives in my head RENT FREE (which I mean, if they're wearing that they ain't paying rent). Shafan brings me such genuine delight- especially their STOMACH!!!

Bellau-@/celestialtrolls Gold's characters are so fucking fun. The alternate palette thing? fucking gorgeous. Bellau is one of the ones on the list where their design stuck with me. I don't have thoughts behind it.

Chimor- @/ask-deepdarksea A dad! A dad who uses a crutch because he bad at walking on land! A giant! A dork! While I tend not to end up interacting just because I get a lil overwhelmed with the nsfw content/suggestive content, I genuinely enjoy your trolls and was so happy you came back.

The Wanderer- @/muteddrifter Just. Oh my god that design fucks so severely. A LOT of your designs do! If it weren't for my lack of money and pile of comms I need to buy, that alcremie would be mine. <3

Maylon-@/damistrolls Maylon and Juniee! I literally just had the thing up to double check how to spell their names and I've already forgotten if it was right. Anyways. The fucking Re-educators? Their Siblingness? Their Jesse-James-esque pose?? Maylon's fucking HAT SHADOW?! Both of their smiles?! OUGH I am GAY. GAY GAY GAY

Atreus- @/cybernatedbeholder Tits- I mean tits- I mean-tits- I MEAN. The design (yes even the tits) is SO fun. It's looming, even sitting down. The eyes stay with me. AND THE HAIR OH MY GOD THE HAIR. Now, I used to have a favorite but they don't really exist anymore but Atreus took that spot SO quick when I saw,,,

Zedaya-@/a-gaggle-of-colors Okay. Bare with me, this one is mostly old memory. I remember that he's an heir, and that he's got a cute lil bow tie. And that he's SHORT and APPLE SHAPED!!! Which is SO IMPORTANT TO ME. His design is so cute and the cape!! I think I drew him once, though I don't think I liked how I did the hair in the end.. felt too straight?

Apollo- @/one-twisted-sister My favorite to see dressed up. So good in SO many outfits. Her design is so fun that I love to see every single iteration she could be in I just, OUGH. You are another one too where all your designs fuck so hard it's so hard to pick!

Metier-@/ketchfantrolls THE INTRIGUE. THE MYSTERIOUS (TALL) LIL GUY. The fucking FINS. I die for those fins every time. And the sprite's pose is so fun and ough. I know y'all's main group moved on, and you guys seem happier there and it makes me genuinely happy to know y'all are doing better there, but I'm keeping all your trolls, son-in-law. Mi mijo's too. all mine now.

Okay that is all I have steam for. Again, this is by no means an exhaustive list. The FTC is full of amazing creators with trolls I stare at or read about endlessly because I am an insane lurker and love to know about OCs.

Do you remember your favorite fan troll you’ve ever seen that wasn’t one of yours?

Okay so this is such a loaded question but not in a BAD way. I hope y'all are ready for some dropped names. I'm not going to ping anyone, I don't want to step on toes! LONG ASS POST. I AM NOT KIDDING.

Sid Cada @/lordtonic - I may be yellow colorblind but god damn I love sid. Enough that it makes me angry I know I can't see that damn suit right sometimes. I picked Sid as my favorite one day and my brain stuck to it so hard that while I do legitimately love every other troll there, Sid makes me light up like I've just see a lizard [which with Sid, sometimes those things both happen]

Thread @/sasster My favorite chase troll changes a LOT. Chase has INSANELY GOOD TROLLS AND FUN CHARACTERIZATION. Stryx was actually my first favorite troll of Chase's and how I found the sasster blog BUT. Thread is SO good. She's so fun and oh my god. Snakes,,, [WOMAN. also her one romance with the uhhh commander I think? The white suit with both arms on one side in her sprites.. sleepless brain is killing me rn- but oh my god it's SO fun to see them flirt.]

Mallum @/roetrolls Okay so. I know everyone would think I'd put Remora and they're NOT WRONG I STILL ADORE REMORA. But through the storylines I just fell HARD for Mallum. The redemption? The struggle? I literally can't hear "Main Character" by Wil Wood without imagining a whole animatic of Mallum to it! The only thing that stops me (besides time) from making it is I know I do NOT know enough to make it any form of accurate. [after coming back to proofread: also the fact that Roe is an amazing animator and my brain struggles with the 'well x could just do it'. Not the point brain!]

ALLMAH @/ase-trollplays Listen. Here on the knavestrolls we are villain enjoyers. And we are WOMEN enjoyers. And WE SUPPORT WOMEN'S WRONGS. WE WANT THEM TO DO MORE IN FACT. Allmah my beloved. Free her. She did all of it I just think she should be free to do more. [doubling down. Let Allmah commit new warcrimes. Let her invent them]

Veketi @/windy-trickster Mi mijo has so many good trolls that it's always hard to pick. But Veketi gets a soft spot for me because we made Veketi and Liegia together. Because I made Veketi's sprites and I want to remake them because I think they look god awful now but they still get USED when he's around. They still read like they're fun! Becase Star has an amazing way of making the sprites WORK with what the character is saying too. <33

Melanc @/ask-melanc-vivura I.. don't actually have a long explanation for this one. This is another BPD brain pick that's really silly. I drew her with her boobs mostly out and have just loved her ever since. I am weak to women I can pin up. [PIN UP ART. PIN UP ART.]

Galeia- @/videcoeur This is another one I don't have a good long explanation for just.. pretty fish. I'm love pretty robit fish. Plus, science and REALLY FUCKED UP science,, my beloved [Fun fact i am weak to every single Videcoeur character, OC or otherwise. And the moment she arts? I'm dead. One day I'll be able to afford sprites]

Arceel- @/memurfevur I'm pretty sure I spelt his name wrong and I do not care, he can fist fight me. Not the author, the troll. Papa Arceel! One of my favorite troll to interact with because I can go to that troll with some of the stupidest questions and get a legitimate answer. Sometimes, one I didn't even know I needed [Also I am SO sad upon realizing I don't have the stupid meme image of his head over Beast now.]

Rynthu- @/lashysdomain Again, pretty sure I spelt it wrong but she'll forgive me I think (the troll). Just all around a fun character. Has so many fun plots in so many fun ways/worlds! Her romance with Watch'r is adorable as hell, but I'm not obsessed with the Watch'r side, it's her side I follow. As if it's one of the many romance webtoon I cling to and she's the FL.

PELEXI- @/mageofspacemultiverse DRAGON. WOMAN. WE SUPPORT DRAGON WOMEN'S WRONGS. Especially when they're funny. Plus like listen. Listen. Have they actually dated? No. Have they even gotten past a SINGLE conversation? NO. But that's Esstoc's wife and I don't take excuses

Charon - @/asks-n-trolls If I could romance 1 old troll............also honestly I love a LOT of Dan's trolls. Each one has such a fun personality, cute quirks- and FLAWS!!! I LOVE FLAWS!!

Alacar- @/alacarhelsng I can type freely here, because I *know* that he will never read this so. Alacar is genuinely one of my favorite characters my husband has ever made. He's so genuinely fun to play off of as a character, to build around! His design is SO freaky and silly and fun! I forget his damn scar EVERY TIME! He's getting surprise gift sprites done and I had to go back and rewrite the notes to please include the scar and add more references because I had forgotten AGAIN. He's SO ODY coded but he's also so Achilles coded. He didn't want to fight in this damn war. He wanted to spend his days with his Patroclus (AND HIS PENELOPE). He wanted to laugh and joy! And now look what this journey has turned him into! What losing those people has turned him into! Ugh I could go on forever- and I will, if ever given the chance, because I know that my husband isn't around on here as often and isn't very known but god DAMN I need y'all to appreciate the fun builds he makes. (also Qimzal is my second favorite and depending on what song wins you might get some insight on why)

Chrona- @/8bit-mau5 Okay. So. This one is REALLY hard to narrow to one because I also adore Malice and Opal. Crow's getting it for the STUPIDEST of reasons though. I'm weak to pinstripe. All three characters are a genuine joy to have on my dash any time they appear I am over the moon! I want all three of them worse and better all at once!! Also I would not trust Crow to actually help me in a court of law. Should I? Maybe.

Nereus- @/nethertrolls The design? KILLER. The stories? Absolutely enthralled me. Also, Nereus just reminds me of the Outsider from Dishonored sometimes and I ADORE The Outsider. To the point where I do actually plan on getting his mark tattooed eventually! So just.. Genuine attachment regardless of any story changes I'm dedicated to Nereus

@/goddesstrolls For religious reasons, I can't post her name. Starts with an H. She's Bast's very buff beautiful rust woman. A huntress. A legend. An icon. I ADORE her. It KILLS ME that I can't interact with her because I can't say her name!! Plus I just get nervous because,, womyn,,

 Ailaxi- @/tempi-fantrolls Okay, so this is going to be very shameful of me and we're all just going to ignore it for a moment okay? I struggle to keep up with the dash, even when I had the free time and the mental health but the #1 troll I always managed to catch on my dash was Ailaxi from them. And oh my GOD I ADORE lil grouches! Especially SOFTIE GROUCHES. It has been a while since I've been able to keep up at any level so this is VERY much just vague memory but I see that gray man and I'm like yes. my boy he has returned.

Daiona- @/norts-trolls Nort is another person I struggle to pick favorites with but right now it is STRONGLY Daiona. This I don't have words for in the same way I don't have words for the profound loneliness that sneaks up on me that I can only explain via sending my husband pictures of abandoned, overgrown, half destroyed houses that look like no one's even urban explored them in at least a decade. Daiona fills that same feeling to me, I hope someone makes sense of that.

Voghel- @/happyhappyfantrolls I have said it once, I will say it again, we are VILLAIN LOVERS here at Knavestroll! Voghel was one I locked onto early and have not let go! I try to go keep up with events and comics on this blog when possible because so many characters have fun interactions, deep relationships, and there's familial bonds that get to me...but also I want to see Voghel.

Babble- @/wandering-trolls I NEVER leave behind an EDM girlie. Just look at her. Look at her and tell me you can't love her I'll fist fight you

Mikael - @/mik-mania I just think Mikael is neat. That's it. thats the whole thought

Rhulan- @/morgombie It was love at first sight. If I remember right, I think I even got to draw her once! Not 100% on that thought, please remember I do have memory problems. but anyways! THE DESIGN FUCKS SEVERELY. SO GOD DAMN STRONGLY.

Malara- @/ask-swagger-dagger-trolls I was blessed with getting to know the story behind Malara's design and it stuck with me. Some days I think about doing something similar but honestly, Malara fills that need for me. She's like a silent presence with me sometimes. Filling in where that friend would have. Now, Tam has some amazing other trolls I love for lots of insanely silly reasons but..Malara stuck with me the most, for that reason.

Wicata- @/goldenguillotines So. I have to be honest, GG has a lot of trolls and I love so many of them that with my memory issues some of them bleed together. I did have to go look up her name, but this is a design that sticks with me. When I think of GG, this is the design that comes to mind because to me. I would see her on my dash endlessly and every time I saw her I'd stop scrolling because I had discovered another neat little detail in her sprites, in the art of her, in her design! GG has so many amazing designs and characters so please don't take this as a 'this is all there is' it's just what stuck with my broken brain.

HeeHoo - @/trollbreak JONAH. One of the platonic loves of my life is literally all of Jonah's clowns, and I am the EXTREMELY proud owner of a clown designed by Jonah! (As well as a mimic dragon amongst other designs) But I can firmly say my Jonah-clown obsession started with Heehoo. He's just a little guy! He would never do a murder, it'd dirty his pom poms! Just a lil guy who does a lil dance and stands in your hands and when he leaves and you look down there's rainbow footprints on your palm! Just OUGH Peak Clown for me. Peak clown design for me too. The mustache fucking kills me

Now, this is not NEARLY all of them. I could go on for ages but I've been told by three separate people to go try sleep again because I've hit the 27 hour mark but. Here is a small handfull of favorite trolls and thoughts about them!

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