#c!mamacita

[almostdeath]

You all want a Crack HC?

Mamacita is C!Dreams drag queen alter ego. He literally just puts on different clothes with pushups in his crop-top, a wig and adds some blush to his mask-

[sing-me-under]

It’s 2024 and I’m posting Girl Dream. Anyway, I was scrolling through my art tag, and I kept thinking about the Dream Variants posts, particularly the backstory I gave Girl and Mexican Dream. Felt a little compelled to draw Mamacita and update her design a bit to match the “dreamons are sympathetic shapeshifters” headcanon I had.

[traveler-at-heart]

Lessons of Love - Part 4

Nerd!Natasha x Rogers!F R

Summary: As your relationship with Natasha progresses, you find some bumps on the road.

That was no way to start the day. Natasha had looked everywhere for her notebook, and now she was walking to Advanced Calc without any idea where it went.

Truth is, she could remember most of the things she had written down from lessons. What she regretted the most was losing all the little notes or scribbles you’d leave at random places.

“Looking for this?” she heard you say.

There you were, standing outside her classroom. You had her schedule memorised to know what routes to take to your next class and see her as offen as possible.

“Yes, actually” she nodded, taking the notebook from you. You smiled, leaning forward. To anyone else, it seemed like you two were just talking, but you had your hand on her arm, drawing circles.

“It was under my bed…” you explained, blushing at the memory of the make out session that almost became somethig more. You could tell Natasha was thinking the same thing, as her eyes traveled to your lips. You were about to close the distance for a short kiss when someone called for you.

“Hey, mamacita” it was Jessica Jones, who stayed oblivious to the intimate moment you were sharing with Natasha.

“Hey, JJ” you greeted, turning around and standing closer to Nat, hoping she’d put her arm around your shoulders or something. Instead, she excused herself and went inside the room.

You sighed, disappointed.

“We have Spanish together. Wanna walk with me? Podemos practicar en el camino, muy caliente!”

“Oh, wow. Your Duolingo streak must be on fire”

—-

“Au, K, C, Na” Natasha pulled out study cards, placing them in front of you.

“Gold, Potasium, Carbon, Sodium” you listed all the elements.

“Correct” she leaned back against the headboard, chewing on some M&Ms.

“Where’s my prize?” you said in a low voice, getting closer to her. Natasha blushed and watched as you leaned forward… stealing the candy from her.

“Not fair” she complained, although she was laughing along. You offered her a chocolate to appease her, aware that your eyes followed her movements as she let you feed her.

Obviously, the study session was abandoned for other activities. Her lips were on yours and you had kicked the notebooks out of the way to have more space.

Natasha’s tongue explored your mouth expertly -god, she had gotten so good at kissing- while the other circled your waist. You yelped as she lifted you up, placing you on her lap.

“That was incredibly hot” you commented, licking and biting her earlobe.

Natasha responded by squeezing your breasts over your shirt. You didn’t know what had gotten over her, she was usually shy and let you take the lead, but you were definitely not complainig. Before she had time to hesitate, you took your shirt off, nipples hardening at the cold air and the arousal.

Natasha moaned, burying her face in the valley of your breasts.

“Can I…?” she asked for permission, her hand hovering over the clasp of your bra.

“Yes. Please” you nodded, and a second later felt your bra lose around your shoulders. Natasha pulled at it impatiently, her tongue swirling around your nipple. You jolted forward, moaning and feeling her erection against your leg.

With a cloudy mind, you unzipped her pants and palmed her cock through her boxers. Natasha’s hips went up, as her lips stopped working on your breasts, caught off guard by your bold move.

“I’m sorry, I just got carried away”

“Do it again, please” she asked against your lips, kissing you while her hand took over your nipple. Nodding against her, you continued to stroke her over the fabric, feeling the hardness strain against the underwear. You wanted nothing more than to pull the boxers down and suck Natasha off.

The thought made you squeeze a bit harder, Natasha losing her focus for a second, knowing she’d come any minute.

Your brother’s voice boomed across the hallway.

“Captain Rogers is pulling up the driveway. However’s doing something nasty, wrap it up”

You groaned at that, layind down next to Natasha. Your hair was a mess and you were both out of breath.

“My eyes are up here” you joked when she kept staring at your boobs, your chest going up and down as your breathing evened out.

“I know” Natasha nodded, still looking at them. You laughed, pushing her away as you rolled on your back to put your clothes back on.

“Hey, I didn’t overstep, right?” Natasha asked, kissing your shoulder as you looked in the mirror to fix your hair,

“No, my love. It was perfect” you said, looking at her reflection. Once you were satisfied with your appearance, you turned around and put your arms around her neck. “I liked it way too much”

“I did too” she confessed, smiling as you pecked her lips.

“Maybe we can talk about…”

“Yeah. I know… I’ve been thinking about it too”

“Wait. Are we both talking about marriage?” you said, serious. Natasha’s eyes widened and you laughed. “I’m just teasing you”

“Yeah, that’s what you are. A big tease” she said, kissing you softly.

—

Still thinking about everything that happened the day before, you walked out of Spanish class. It took you a moment to caught up with Jessica, who was talking next to you.

“So, what do you think?”

“About what?”

“I asked you to dinner. Like, a date?”

“Oh” you nodded, and then it clicked. “Oh, JJ, I'm very flattered but the thing is… I have a girlfriend”

“You do? Huh” Jessica said with a smile. “Wait, don’t tell me. It’s Wanda, right? I mean, you guys are together all the time”

“Wanda?” you repeated, confused. It almost felt like you summoned her, because she came out of nowhere, pulling you by the arm.

“Hey, mind if I steal my girl?”

“Wait, that’s not what you think” you tried to correct, but Jessica gave you a thumbs up.

“Happy for you two”

Wanda kept walking down the hallway, her hand firmly grasping yours and you tried to keep up with her.

“Wanda, what’s wrong?”

“Jarvis is coming for the winter break!” she said excitedly.

“Oh, the English lad” you said with your bad accent. The girl rolled her eyes.

“Wait, why is Jessica happy for us?” she stopped suddenly, and you rolled your eyes.

“Don’t worry about it”

Later that day, Wanda came back home with you to tell you all about Jarvis’ upcoming visit.

“I’m happy for you” you said.

“What’s wrong?”

“What do you mean? Nothing, Wands”

“You didn’t even make the accent since I brought it up again”

You rolled your eyes and threw a cushion her way, making her laugh.

“Is it weird that Natasha and I are still keeping everything private? It’s been three months since we started dating, and we’re not exactly hiding but when someone comes to speak to me she just disappears”

“Have you spoken to her?” Wanda suggested, spinning in your work chair.

“I guess we’re due a talk for more than one reason” you admitted, playing with the hem of your shirt. Wanda caught on to your shift in mood and launched herself to lay next to you.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, yesterday, it felt like we almost… you know”

“Really? Oh my God, how was it?” Wanda squealed and you sushed her, fearing your parents would hear. “What? I wanna know everything. I mean, ew, not everything but… ya know”

“We didn’t do… it. It felt like we were going to, but then Dad was home. Plus, I haven’t even told her how I feel. It’s kind of cheap to do it without saying how much I love her”

“Well, just tell her exactly that. It’s not like she doesn’t love you back”

“I don’t know. Anything is possible” you shrugged your shoulders and Wanda kicked her feet in the air, sighing dramatically.

“You two are impossible lesbians. She’s out there looking at you as if you hung all the stars in the sky and you’re moping because Natasha might not love you back”

“Alright, jeez” you laughed. “Then help me tell her in a creative way”

“What are you thinking? Something she likes?”

“Morse code” you suggested and Wanda made a face. “Alright, non binary language”

“Like saying I love them instead of you”

“No, as in 0 and 1 like computers, genius”

“Ugh, you are a certified nerd” she gagged and you laughed. “What’s wrong with some old fashioned bouquet and chocolate?”

“Going back to the basics… you’re on to something, Maximoff”

—

Your mom was on board with your plan the minute you shared it. She’d been the one to arrange a bouquet of flowers from the family garden. It had baby’s breath, white carnations, pink camellias and a dash of red yarrow.

So, there you were, standing outside the Romanoff home first thing in the morning. You had plans later that day and you knew Natasha was going out for her run, but you were lucky enough to catch her before she left.

“Hey” she greeted you as she opened the door.

“Hi…” you began, and then she pulled you by the waist, devouring your mouth in that new found hunger that made your knees weak. “Uh… I…”

“It’s nice to see you first thing in the morning” she said, her nose against yours in a sweet gesture.

“Yeah, especially when you kiss me like that”

Natasha smiled, but let go of your waist and finally looked at the flowers.

“Going somewhere?”

“Huh? Oh, no. These are for you” you extended the bouquet and she took it. “I’ve grown all these flowers myself and wanted to give them to you because I…”

“Achoo!”

“Bless you”

“Thank… achoo!”

Natasha sneezed a few times before you caught up with what was happening.

“Damn it, you’re allergic”

“Nooo… maybe a little” she looked apologetic and you gently removed the bouquet from her hands, placing it behind your back.

“I’m sorry, baby. I had no idea”

“It’s fine. They’re really pretty. It’s the thought that counts” she sneezed one more time and you sighed. “Let me grab my medicine and I’ll be right back”

“No, it’s ok. I’ll come back later, I should take this back home” you held the flowers as if they were radioactive, as far away from her body as possible. “Catch you later for our date?”

“Looking forward to it” she leaned forward to kiss you, but broke apart to sneeze once more.

“Medicine, now” you sighed against her lips.

So, that was a bust. Your mother was ready to take personal offense when you came back with the flowers, until you explained what had happened.

“Well, what’s plan B?”

“A fortune cookie?”

You honestly thought the flowers would work so a backup plan was not even considered.

“We’ll bake cupcakes!” your mother suggested, always a step ahead of you. “Look for ideas while I get the ingredients”

You browsed until you stumbled upon a cute video. With an edible marker, you wrote “I love you” in a piece of sugar paper. Covering it with a food safe acetate and buttercream, you decorated the cupcake as if it was a letter, placing a small red heart on the center.

You prepared a tray with the rest of the cupcakes, making sure to place the one with the note in the middle.

“Good luck, sweetheart” your mother said as she dropped you off later that day on her way to the gallery.

This time, Natasha’s welcome was a bit more measured, since her parents were up and your mom was waving from the car.

“How’s the allergy?”

“It’s all fine now” she promised, leading you by the hand.

“Well, I got you some cupcakes. I’m pretty certain you’re not allergic to those”

“No, especially when you’re the one making them” she admired the work.

“You should eat this one first” you pointed at the one in the middle and she nodded, taking your face in her hands.

“I want something sweeter first” her lips moved against yours and you grabbed her neck to keep her there.

“Right in front of the cupcakes” Yelena complained and you broke apart, eyes still closed as you tried to bring your breathing back to normal.

“Those aren’t for you”

Crap.

Of course, Yelena chose the one with the note. By the time you noticed, she was done with it.

“Uh… you didn’t taste anything weird in it?” you asked, worried about the acetate. Yelena shrugged her shoulders, and picked up another one until Natasha slapped her hand away.

“Get your own cupcake baking girlfriend”

“Is that all she is to you? A cupcake factory? Natalia, that is so rude. Y/N also has a cute butt, why not mention that”

“You know what I mean. And don’t look at her butt!”

“It’s fine, it’s fine!” you stopped the arguing, sounding a bit hysterical. “Come on, let’s get going, Nat”

You were silent for the entire ride, and Natasha allowed you to take the time you needed.

“We’re here” she announced after parking at the mini golf course.

“Ok”

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just wanted to do something special for you and I think I’ve been failing all day”

“You haven’t. Everything you do is special for me”

“Really?” you whispered, blushing at her kind words. Natasha nodded, taking your hand and kissing the back of it. You suddenly remembered a thing you wanted to mention. “Our four month anniversary is next Saturday… why don’t we go somewhere nice?”

“I love that” she agreed and you smiled, eager to shout back and I love you

But you wanted it to be special, and what’s another week? You could wait, and maybe, this time your plan would work.

—

The Science Club was only five people. Peter, Darcy, Shuri, Ned and Natasha, the founding member. It was an improvement from last year, when it was only her and Darcy.

“So, next week we’re getting the guidelines for the Science Bowl, and then we can plan our study sessions” Natasha said, writing down a couple of dates in the whiteboard.

“Are we doing that?” Peter asked, looking around.

“Why wouldn’t we?”

“Well, I thought you would be focused on the Westview Science Fair. Since they have some people from MIT coming each year” Peter explained.

“Well, I’m a sophomore… I’m sure next year I’ll do it”

“Scared I’ll beat you, Romanoff?” Shuri taunted.

Natasha felt like she was under the microscope. Everyone in the club knew how brilliant her mother was, and how ambitious Natasha’s own goals were for her future as a scientist.

“Are you ok? We’ve had the impression that you’ve been a bit distracted” Ned said in a soft tone, as if he was afraid to upset her.

“I’m fine” Natasha lied, turning to Darcy. “See? Lewis is texting someone while we meet. Bet she’s more distracted than me”

“Hey! I’m just talking to Y//N”

“Why are you talking to Y/N?” Natasha snapped. Everyone in the room shared a look.

“Because we’re partnering for a Biology project. And then I’ll ask her out”

“I heard she has a girlfriend” Shuri intervened, saving Natasha from throwing the marker to Darcy’s head. “No idea who she is, though”

“Well, that won’t stop me” Darcy smiled, going back to texting.

“We’ll do the Science Bowl and I’ll work on the Westview Fair, so that’s thqt” Natasha returned to writing on the board.

“Wow. You’re doing both? Isn’t that a lot?” Peter said. Natasha shrugged her shoulders.

For the rest of the afternoon, her thoughts spiraled, filling her with anxiety. She had gotten distracted and lost focus and now her entire future was jeopardized over it.

It wasn’t until later, when she heard a knock on the door that she snapped out of it.

“Go away”

“You sure about that?”

Another thing she had forgotten; you had plans. She felt guilty, and wished she had cancelled before making you come all the way here when she was in a sour mood.

As she opened the door, you leaned forward to kiss her but she turned her face.

“You ok?” you said, confused at her cold demeanor. Walking to her desk, you placed a gift box and sat on the bed, looking at Natasha. She was tense, and avoiding your eyes.

“Fine. Just busy”

“Oh, ok. Well, want me to just wait until you’re less busy? I can go bother Yel”

“It’s gonna take a while. You should go back home. I’ll text you later”

“Nat? What’s wrong?”

“Why were you texting Darcy?” she finally snapped, picking a fight over something she knew meant nothing.

“How did you know?”

“So you didn’t want me to find out”

“I’m texting her because we’re doing a presentation for class. She asked me to be on the same team”

“You could have said no” she said, turning her back to you.

“I don’t have any reason to be a total bitch and say no to a group project, Natasha. If it bothers you so much you could tell her we’re dating. I told my friends, unlike you”

“That’s not the point” Natasha said, looking at the card that came with the gift. It was a simple equation.

“Then what is?”

“I don’t have time for this. You want me to do your homework too?” she threw the card on her desk and looked at you. “I’m behind, I totally forgot about the Science Fair and now I have to come up with a really good project in less than three weeks”

“Why are you making it sound like it’s my fault?”

“Because” Natasha stopped herself from saying it is.

But you knew.

She saw the hurt in your eyes and regretted everything that had just happened.

“Don’t worry. I won’t get in the way of your stuff anymore, Natasha” you stood up, walking towards the door.

“Wait! No, I didn’t mean to…”

“Yes, you did” you went out of her room, Natasha staying rooted to the spot.

She was a coward.

—

You had avoided Natasha all day. That’s how she finally realised that all those moments where you met and spoke outside of her classroom or in the hallways were because of you, going out of your way to see her.

During English class, you sat at the front, as far away from her as you could, and spend the entire period taking notes. By the time it was over, you were the first person out the door. Natasha tried to catch up with you but wasn’t even sure how to begin to apologize.

Natasha’s texts, as well as her calls went unanswered. Today was a Saturday, and you’d usually spend time together in the evening… she could try going to your place, or to your mother’s gallery. She had to find you and tell you how sorry and wrong she was. You were the best thing that had happened to her, and it was none of your responsibility if Natasha had too much on her plate.

Yelena walked past her in the living room, wearing her cheerleader uniform.

“You don’t have practice today” Natasha turned to her.

“It’s the end of the football season so we’re meeting today and tomorrow. I’m late” Yelena answered without looking at her sister.

“Wait! I’ll drive you”

Yelena rolled her eyes, but waited in the car nonetheless. She spent most of the time looking out the window, until she couldn’t hold her tongue anymore.

“If anyone had spoken to me the way you spoke to Y/N, I would have broken up with them, on the spot”

“Jeez. Thanks?”

“She’s kind. And she’s in love with you. You’re always so caught up in your world of science like mom. It’s great that you’re so smart but you’re so damn stupid sometimes, Tasha” Yelena said and left the car as soon as she arrived.

Natasha sighed, looking for you in the field. You were speaking to Pepper, smiling as she showed you what the next move would be. Your eyes landed on Natasha and your smile faded. Still, the redhead waved at you and you walked towards the bleachers.

“What’s up?” you said in a casual tone that made Natasha’s heart drop.

“I tried calling you”

“I had nothing to say” you shrugged your shoulders. “And you have a lot going on so I figured you could use your time back”

In that moment, Natasha’s phone rang and she ignored the call, without checking who it was.

“I made a mistake. I’m sorry. I was unfair to you because I had a bad day”

“Honestly, Natasha? I’m not sure if it’s just that”

“What do you mean? Damn it” she complained as her phone rang again. The sound was begining to irritate you.

“What I mean is… you’re very smart and I’m just me. I have no idea what I want to do with my life and I’m ok with that, because I’m 16 and feel like I have time. But if you have everything figured out, and you feel like it should be your priority, I won’t hold you back”

“You’re not holding me back” she promised, taking a step forward. “I just don’t know how to balance everything. I lost focus…”

“Because of me?”

“Because I… I’ve never been in a relationship before”

“Well, that sounds like something you should figure out on your own” you cut her off, starting to walk away.

“That’s not fair. You can’t expect me to feel bad because I know what I want? I’m sorry. But being in a relationship won’t get me into MIT”

“I never said that!” you groaned, frustrated as her phone began to rang again. Natasha didn’t ignore the call, and this time the noise made you even more upset as you both kept arguing.  “Pick up the damn phone”

Taking the phone from her hands, you answered the call.

“Hey, Natty. I’m waiting at your house but your mom said you’re out”

You recognized the voice. Jane Foster.

“Don’t worry. We’re done here” you threw the phone at Natasha, turning to walk away.

“Wait, it’s not what you think. Jane was only going to help me with the Science Fair project”

“Today was our fourth month together, I made a reservation and everything. And I kept it with the hope that we could make things right. But go be with Jane, take her out. Forget about me, us. If this relationship is a burden, you’re not in one anymore”

“No, Y/N, wait, please”

“Goodbye, Natasha”

You left her standing alone, as you walked into school. Yelena followed you, glaring as she walked past her sister.

“Nice one, Natasha”

—

Natasha didn’t know how to fix this mess. You were never alone at school, and she was sure it wasn’t a coincidence.

Pietro or Wanda were consistently by your side, even when their classes were across the school. Bucky glared at Natasha the only time she dared come near you, but you elbowed him and walked away as fast as possible.

You didn’t hate Natasha, nor did you expect anyone else to be mean to her. You were just heartbroken, feeling like everything she had said was confirmation of how unlikely it was for someone as smart as her to love you.

Wednesday seemed like the only chance to actually talk to you, but to Natasha’s bad luck, you skipped Chemistry class.

“No Miss Rogers today?” Fury asked in the middle of practice. Natasha shrugged her shoulders. “This exercise was her idea”

“Borax crystals?” Natasha looked up. The professor shrugged his shoulders, copying Natasha.

“Said she wanted to use the pipe cleaners to do some fun shapes. I’m guessing hearts”

Natasha thought about it for a second, while Fury gave her a knowing look.

“Crystal hearts” Natasha repeated.

“She also showed me an equation to check if it was correct, then wrote in something that looked like a card. Very mysterious”

“Yeah” Natasha nodded, going back to her notes. Feeling someone was looking at her, she raised her eyes and met Wanda’s murderous glare.

“Stop it” Pietro told his sister, while Natasha turned pale. Wanda could be scary.

Fury chuckled and walked back to his desk, hoping whatever was going on could be solved outside of his classroom.

For her part, Natasha wanted to skip the rest of her classes and go home. She was sure the card Fury mentioned was the same you had given her the day she acted like a total ass.

By the time she got home, Natasha went straight to her room. The gift box had been hidden in her closet, because she couldn’t stand seeing it all the time.

“Screw it” she muttered, opening the closet and taking it out. Natasha ripped the paper, trying to figure out what the box had.

Lego flowers.

So you can always have flowers without the allergies, a note inside said.

She didn’t deserve you. Natasha dropped the box in her bed and sat on the floor. How could she know so much about science but not be able to figure out how to fix this?

There was a knock on her door but she didn’t care to answer.

“Sweetheart?” Melina said, opening the door. Her eyes widened when she saw her daughter so defeated. “Tasha, what’s wrong?”

“I’m an idiot” Natasha shook her head, the tears finally rolling down her cheeks. She had tried to avoid it, because Natasha hated crying, hated feeling helpless more than anything.

But right now, she hated the way she had made you feel even more.

“Oh, you’re definitely not an idiot, sweetie. Come here” Melina sat next to her daughter, hugging her. Natasha felt like she was five again, but held on to her mother’s arms. “Is this about Y/N?”

“Yelena told you, huh?”

“No. I just noticed she hasn’t been around and you’ve been hiding in your room. Wanna tell me what happened?”

“I was a jerk. All of the sudden I realised I was gonna have all this extra work from the Science Club and the Westview Fair and blamed it on her, as if she was distracting me on purpose”

“Oh, I see. You’ve never been good with stress, after all”

“I’m not good with people” Natasha shook her head. “She’s better off without me”

“Natasha, darling. You’re so smart. But you put so much pressure on yourself. I sometimes blame myself for it”

“What do you mean?”

“I worked so hard when I first came here because I had to prove myself. Had to be ten times better than anyone else to be seen as more than just the strange girl from Russia. I don’t want that to be your life. Choose a path that makes you happy”

Natasha nodded, wiping away the last tears.

“I don’t know how to fix it” she confessed.

“Say how you feel. Speak from the heart. And be better next time. That’s all you can do” Melina said, squeezing Natasha’s shoulders. “We’ll leave in an hour, the last game of the season is today”

As Melina left her daughter’s room, Natasha gathered the courage to open the card, curious to see if it had the equation that Fury mentioned.

She went over it a couple of times, and then sat, writing it down on her own notebook to solve it.

9x - 7i > 3 (3x - 7u)

9x - 7i > 9x - 21u

- 7i > - 21u

7i < 21u

i <3 u

“I love you” she read, her heart beating out of her chest.

Natasha stood up and tried calling you, but it went to voicemail. You’d probably be at the field, practicing with the rest of the team. It would be nearly impossible to get close to you, and Natasha didn’t want to wait until the end of the game.

She had to speak to you now. Natasha called someone else.

“Peter. I need a favor”

—

As it was to be expected, the school parking lot was packed. Melina walked with an arm around her daughter’s shoulders.

“Feeling better?”

“Yes” Natasha nodded. “I’ll catch up with you. I have to meet with Peter real quick”

“Alright” the woman said, going to the bleachers to find a spot for them.

Natasha walked to the school library, looking anxiously around the building.

“Hey! I’m here, sorry” Peter said, carrying the mascot suit. “This is a very weird favor to ask, Nat”

“I know, trust me. But I need to get to the field now” Natasha examined the suit, accepting Peter’s help to put it on. Once the body was zipped, Peter placed the lion’s head, making sure Natasha was adjusting it.

“How does it feel?”

“How can you even see in this thing?” Natasha’s voice came out muffled.

“Yeah, I can’t. You’ll get used to it, though. Come on, I’ll walk you to the field”

He took Natasha by the hand (well, paw) and she almost backed out of the plan. It was hot and dark in there and she might pass out.

But then she thought of you and the three words she wanted to tell you, and her resolve strenghtented.

By the time they reached the field, Pepper dragged Natasha out, not even noticing that Peter was by her side, instead of inside the suit.

“We change the routine’s speed so you better catch up”

“Wait, I don’t even know it”

“Stay there” the girl ignored her. Natasha looked around and walked with her arms reached forward.

“So, how are you feeling?” that was Yelena’s voice. Natasha walked towards it, hopeful.

“I’ve had better days” you admitted with a sad smile. “I miss Nat like crazy”

“If it helps she’s been very miserable” Yelena said and you laughed.

“She’ll be fine without me. Though I’ve been trying to avoid her, because I know she wants to break up and I cannot take it, not right now”

What? She never wanted to break up with you. Natasha struggled with the head of the suit, but stumbled against her sister.

“Hey, watch it” Yelena said, but turned as Pepper asked everyone to take their places. “Come on Parker, you know what to do”

“I’m not Parker. Y/N, wait!” Natasha screamed, but between the music and the cheers from the crowd, you didn’t hear her. Natasha stumbled around as the cheerleading squad began their routine. She crashed against some of the girls, and by the time she found a quiet corner to go unnoticed, they were pulling her back to the field, almost carrying her to the center of their circle.

Pepper pushed Natasha towards a trampoline, and the girl jumped a few times on it.

“Go, Lions!” the girls cheered as someone threw a ball to Natasha’s head. She flew in the air, losing her footing and the head of the suit at the same time. The redhead landed on her back, the padding helping a bit with the fall.

“Natasha?” you said, rushing to her side. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Are you ok?”

“I’m fine” Natasha said, breathing heavily and finding comfort in your closeness. She had missed you so much.

“Are you sure? Does anything hurt?” you insisted, checking her head with a gentleness that made Natasha swoon. Without thinking about it, she closed the distance, kissing you softly. You tried to protest, but gave in a moment later, shutting your eyes and pulling her closer.

You missed her so damn much.

People cheered and then it dawned on you that you were putting on a show for the entire school. You looked at the crowd, your cheeks turning pink.

“Maybe we should…”

“I love you” Natasha said, unable to wait any longer.

“You… do?”

“I finally opened the card and the equation… it was a perfect gift and I’m sorry, I was an idiot. I love you so much and I never meant to hurt you. Please, believe me, Y/N. You’re everything to me”

“Well, how can a girl resist a love confession like that?” you laughed, pulling her up. When Natasha stood up, she lifted you in her arms, spinning you around.

“I love you” she said one more time, kissing you softly.

“I love you too” you smiled against her mouth, not caring about the crowd anymore.

—

Now that you had made up (and made out) in front of most of the school, you and Natasha were inseparable. You walked to classes together, holding hands in the hallway and talking about your day. During break you’d eat together and at the end of the day hung out for a while with Wanda and Pietro, or only the two of you, sharing a few laughs and kisses.

Oh, the kissing.

First thing on Monday, when the school was still buzzing with the gossip of your relationship, Natasha came up the stairs as you entered the school. Her lips met yours, in that hungry way she usually saved for the privacy of your room, and you broke apart, blushing and smiling.

“Good morning”

“Uh-huh. I’ll say” you laughed, taking her hand, aware that some people were staring.

It became a habit. Most times it was innocent, like a kiss on the cheek while saying goodbye before your classes. You’d be talking by your locker and she’d end up leaning you against it, your hands on her waist as you enjoyed being trapped by her body, looking at her lips until the conversation died down and you kissed her, a bit possesively.

It made Professor Harkness warn you about “no funny business during class” and Fury talking about wanting no distractions if you kept working together.

Both of your friends were the most crossed by this, because more often than not, they’d interrupt in the middle of some make out session.

Like today. The Science Club was preparing for the competition, and they met to study at the end of each day. Since it was Friday and you had no classes left, you decided to tease Natasha as she waited for her teammates.

“I’m having trouble with something” you said, sitting in one of the tables.

“With what?” Natasha said, organizing the flash cards and not picking up on your mood.

“I’ll show you”, you asked, pulling her flush against you as she stood between your legs. “I can’t stop thinking about my girlfriend”

Natasha smiled, allowing you to take the lead with the kiss, her hands going to your legs to make them wrap around her waist. She groaned when your tongue darted out.

“If this is how we’re studying today, I’ll pass” Darcy said as soon as she walked in on the room. You broke apart, noticing how Natasha didn’t let go.

Knowing she was jealous of the time you and Darcy were speaking, you placed a small kiss on the corner of her mouth and spoke loud enough for her friend to hear.

“Gotta go. You need to study. I love you, baby”

“I love you too” she smiled, kissing you one last time. You ran into Peter and Ned at the door and Natasha called out for you. “Don’t forget our date tonight. I gotta make it up to you for that dinner we missed”

You blushed as Ned and Peter whistled, nodding and waving goodbye.

All in all, life was good.

—

Comfortable and cozy. That’s what Natasha said you should wear. You had no idea where you were going, but felt excited.

“You look beautiful” your mom said as you went down the stairs. Your father turned as well.

“Where are you going?”

“I don’t know”

“What do you mean you don’t know” he snapped, removing his glasses. “That is not safe. You’re staying here”

“Dad, it’s a surprise” you tried to ease his nerves, hugging him. “Plus, it’s not like you don’t track my phone”

“I…” he turned to glance at your mother, who looked ready to murder him.

“Joseph Rogers, that is an incredible invasion of privacy! Do you track my phone too?”

They were so busy arguing, they never noticed the doorbell. You ran to greet Natasha.

“Hi” she said, kissing your cheek. She pulled something behind her back, handing it to you.

“I’m allergic to flowers so I thought I’d compromise here” she smiled, giving you a cactus.

“Thank you, darling” you smiled.

“I’ll take that. You two have fun” your mother said, inspecting the plant. She was probably planning where to place it.

“Alright, don’t wait up” you winked at your parents, making Natasha blush.

“Young lady, that is not funny!” your father said. You laughed, walking with Natasha to the car, while your mother shushed him, still upset.

“Relax. He knows it’s a joke. Now, take me to this super secret date, huh?”

“We have a different ride today” she pointed at a pick up truck that you had seen on her dad’s garage.

Natasha opened the door for you, and extended her hand, as the climb to the seat was steep.

“It feels like we’re in a carriage” you joked as she turned it on and drove you. Reaching a gated park, a security guard opened the door for you two and you were pretty sure Natasha handed him a twenty dollar bill as you drove past him.

“This looks like the country club”

“That’s because it is. We’re just sneaking around the back” she winked at you.

“Well, we can go through the front, you know we have the membership…”

“Detka, trust me, I know the perfect view is this way” she squeezed your leg, leaving her hand there for the rest of the short ride.

“What does it mean?” you asked and she looked confused. “Come on, I don’t know how to say it. That Russian word”

“Detka? It means baby. Sort of”

You blushed and squeezed the hand that was resting in your lap, hoping Natasha would use it again very soon.

Natasha encouraged you to jump, holding you by the waist until you landed against her. She moved aside to show you what she meant, and you gasped as you saw the lake that was away from the courts and the restaurant.

The ground was usually reserved for parties, but it was luckily empty. As you kept staring at the lights reflecting in the water, Natasha uncovered the back of the truck to reveal it was full of pillows, blakets, food and her laptop.

“Hope you’re hungry” she helped you up, holding your hand while you steadied yourself in the back.

“Starving” you said, finally picking a corner to sit in and making room for her. Natasha sat next to you, her arm around your shoulders. “Nat, this is lovely”

“You deserve it, and more”

“I love you” you kissed her, leaning against her side until you needed to catch your breath.

“Love you too. Now, here” Natasha opened up the picnic basket. “We have lasagna and soda, chocolate cake for dessert, popcorn and gummies in case you want more snacks”

“What movie are we watching?”

“About Time”

“Yes!” you cheered, appreciating her choice. You knew Natasha complained about the time travel inaccuracies, but it was one of your favorites.

As the movie progressed, you came closer to Natasha, seeking her warmth when the air became colder.

“Here” she covered you with a blanket and you came closer, sinking in her arms.

“You make me really happy, Natasha” you looked at her, appreciating how soft she looked under the fading light.

“And you’re the best thing that ever happened to me” she leaned forward, pressing her lips against yours. As your hands went down her arms, you sank further into the pillows, until you landed on your back with a squeal. “Are you ok?”

“Yes” you laughed, pulling Natasha down. Her body was on top of yours, and you appreciated feeling her weight. The kissing became more frantic, with your hands exploring the skin of her back while she bit your lip and then kissed your neck.

“Oh, my” you gasped, as literal fireworks lit up the sky. “Did you do this?”

“I could lie and tell you I did, but I’m guessing there’s a party down at the restaurant”

Enjoying the free show, Natasha hugged you as you looked up.

“Hey” you called, squeezing her hand.

“Hi” Natasha smiled, kissing your temple.

“I know there’s a lot going on right now and it may be too soon… but. You know that thing that almost happened two weeks ago in my room”

“Mhm” Natasha nodded against you.

“Well… I’d love it if you… if my first time could be with you. And like I said, now’s not the time and all, but it’s just a step that I’d take only with you because I trust you and I love you”

Natasha smiled, surprised that you of all people were rambling.

“I would love that too, detka. We’ll know when the time is right, don’t you think?”

“Yes. And please keep calling me that. It’s the best thing in the world” you nudged her side and she laughed against you.

“Anything for you, moya lyubov”

“Oh, come on! That’s not fair” you complained, your heart skipping a beat at those new words. “Keep doing that and I’m losing my virginity right here in the back of this truck”

“Oh” Natasha let out a surprised squeal, turning red. Yeah, that was the Nat you knew.

“I love you, baby” you laughed at her sudden shyness. “And I’m kidding, of course”

“Right”

“The back seat is probably more comfortable”

“Incorrigible” she mumbled, kissing you softly and laughing with you.

“But you love me”

“Yeah. I really do”

[gothcsz]

imagining being javi's wife and wanting to surprise him when he gets home from work by lying on your bed naked except with some heels and stockings on and he comes into the bedroom like 😳🥵🤯🧎‍♂️

tags: f!reader, smut, lil bit of dirty talk, terms of endearment (amor, mamacita, baby), established relationship, husband!javi, no use of y/n, implied p in v sex, you're fingering yourself in front of him, unbeta'd, if i missed any other tags pls let me know ok thx.

~ 1.9k w/c - gif cred

a/n: it's clear that i have a thing for being javi's wife (don't we all?) but also the idea of him fucking while still being half dressed in those sexy suits of his 🖤 ooh and also, margot robbie in that one scene in the wolf of wall street def inspired this 🙂‍↕️

You lay there, the cool sheets brushing against your bare skin, save for the sheer black stockings that cling to your thighs and the sleek heels adorning your feet.

The faint sound of the front door opening and closing sends a thrill of anticipation through you. You know Javier would be tired from work, his usual routine predictable: a kiss hello, then a quiet retreat to unwind. But tonight, you planned something different, something to jolt him out of his rhythm and straight into your arms—or more accurately, between your legs.

His footsteps grow louder, the soft creak of the bedroom door opening a second later. Your lips curve into a smile as his figure fills the doorway. The instant his eyes meet yours, his entire demeanor shifts.

His shoulders roll back, those soft brown eyes gleam in ardor and his lips part as if to say something, though no words come out. Instead, his hand slackens, his briefcase thudding to the floor as he takes a slow step toward you.

“Mi amor…” he murmurs hotly, shrugging his suit jacket off as he approaches the bed.

You shift further up until your back is pressed against the headboard, the slight movement causing your breasts to bounce, nipples pebbling under his sharp gaze. You see his jaw tighten, that smoldering gaze riveted to the soft curves of your body framed so perfectly by the stockings.

Javier loves this. Loves how you embrace your sensuality and femininity just for him. The little details—like the patch of curls that tease him with the promise of heaven between your thighs, make his mouth water.

"What’s all this?" His voice never fails to turn you on, smooth yet raspy, as his hands move to his tie, yanking it loose with an impatience that makes you feel like the most desired woman alive.

“I thought you’d like the surprise,” you purr, running a hand slowly over your thigh and up your side, stopping just shy of your breast. He track the movement, a faint groan slipping past his pouty lips.

Javier moves closer, his dark eyes locked on yours, his intent clear as he kneels at the edge of the bed. His hands press into the mattress as he starts crawling toward you, head tilted, lips parted and prepared to dive headfirst into the sweetness of your cunt, the very thought written all over his flushed, eager face.

But you stop him. The sharp tap of your shoe against his forehead halts him mid-motion. He freezes, his eyes darting up to yours in confusion before narrowing with a frown. He exhales sharply, the sound almost petulant.

“I’d like to enjoy my surprise.”

You tut softly, shaking your head with a playful smirk. “Do you deserve to enjoy your surprise?” you muse, cocking a brow as you extend your leg, the smooth sole of your shoe nudging him back until he’s upright on his knees.

He huffs again, his broad shoulders rising and falling with a dramatic sigh. “No,” he admits, his voice gruff but obedient, his gaze never leaving yours.

“Smart boy,” you coo, your tone teasing as you pull your leg away, but not before he catches your ankle in his hand. He brings it to his lips, pressing a kiss against the fabric of your stocking.

His eyes flicker to the heels you’re wearing, lingering there for a moment too long. His cock stirs as he imagines how you’d look standing in this little ensemble—the arch of your back, the curve of your ass, the way the tops of your thighs spill over the edge of the stockings.

His jaw tightens, a faint groan escaping him. Fuck.

You notice the shift in his gaze, the flush creeping up his neck, and it makes you smile. “Eyes up here,” you hum, pulling your leg from his grasp. He rolls his eyes, but his compliance is instant. He stays put, hands resting on his thighs, his entire body taut with restraint.

Now it’s your turn to admire, letting your gaze drift lazily over him.

God, he looks good like this, all pent-up desire and buttoned-up control. His crisp work shirt clings to his chest, the faint sheen of sweat along his collarbone betraying his calm facade. You’ve always loved how he looks in his work clothes—so professional, so serious.

All business, no play, unless of course, you’re involved.

“You’re going to stay right there,” you drawl sensually, “while I play with myself for a little. Show you what I do when you leave me here, night after night, lonely and aching to feel my husband’s touch… his mouth… his cock.”

Javier growls, a sound low and primal, his hands flexing against his legs. You can see the effort it takes for him to stay in place, gripping his knees.

Every inch of him screams to pounce, to pin you down and take what you’re teasing. But he doesn’t. He waits, the intensity in his eyes burning a hole right through you.

Slowly, you spread your thighs, your fingers trailing languidly down your body as you bite your lip. The glistening heat of your pussy comes into view, swollen and throbbing with desire. Stickiness twinkles on your inner thighs, the evidence of how turned on you’ve been all day—thinking about this moment, about him.

His breath catches, his chest rising sharply. You see the appetite in his gaze, the tension as he rolls his jaw, the way his cock strains against his pants

You moan softly as the cooler air of the bedroom licks at your heated sex, your hips shifting instinctively at the sensation.

Your hands slide up to your chest, fingers teasingly kneading the soft flesh of your breasts. You rub your thumbs over your pert nipples, and a contented sigh escapes your lips, each stroke sending a sharp pulse of arousal straight to your clit. You watch him through heavy-lidded eyes, seeing the way he’s utterly entranced, like you’ve cast a spell over him.

His lips part slightly, his breathing uneven as his gaze follows your every move. He’s motionless, a predator coiled in wait, except for the way his hands flex on his thighs.

With deliberate slowness, you spread your pussy lips, exposing yourself fully. Your eyes are locked on his face, eager to drink in his reaction—and it’s everything you hoped for. His composure cracks, his brows furrowing, and his mouth twitches into a faint snarl, his restraint barely hanging by a thread.

“Mamacita, por favor,” he rasps, needy. His tongue swipes over his bottom lip as if he’s already tasting you in his mind.

“Not yet,” you whisper teasingly, but your own breath is starting to hitch. Your fingers begin to trace gentle circles over your clit, and the sensation is enough to make your back arch.

You’re dripping—so slick that your fingers glide effortlessly over the swollen bundle of nerves.

Javier’s dark eyes follow every movement, the golden brown now almost entirely swallowed by black, his pupils drowning in lust.

For a moment, his gaze flickers to your hand, lingering on the way your engagement ring catches the dim light of your bedroom. The sight ignites something deeper in him, a primal kind of possessiveness that makes his cock throb painfully.

You smirk, reveling in how completely you’ve unraveled him, before bringing your slick-coated fingers to your lips. You lick them clean, savoring the rousing taste of your pussy as your eyes lock with his.

He groans low in his throat and it makes you giggle softly, the sound playful, sinful. Your spit-slick fingers trail back down to your pussy, and this time, you sink not one, not two, but three fingers inside yourself.

Your body reacts instantly, fleshy walls tightening around the intrusion, your heels digging into the plush duvet as you begin to fuck yourself.

Your head tilts back, eyes rolling as pleasure ripples through you. “Javi,” you sigh his name, breathy and wanton, and the noise alone looks like it’s about to break him.

“Feel good, baby?”

“So good,” you whimper, pressing your thumb against your clit while your free hand finds your nipple, giving it a sharp pinch that makes you gasp.

“Is this what you do when I’m not around?” he growls, the edge in his voice sending a shiver down your spine.

“Yes,” you whimper, curling your fingers inside your pussy to hit that perfect spot. “But it’s never good enough. I’m never s-satisfied.”

A slow, wolfish smirk spreads across Javier’s lips at your words, and you can feel him inching closer. As much as you want to keep teasing him, to prolong this game, the need inside you is unbearable, like your entire body is being engulfed in flames. You need him to put it out—to consume you.

His broad frame looms over you now, dark eyes gleaming with overwhelming need. His large, gun calloused hand reaches out to stroke along the edge of your stocking, right near that crevice where your thigh meets your groin, and you moan pathetically, picking up the pace of your fingers.

Despite you working yourself over in a fucking frenzy, Javi is careful, tracing the lace border where the stocking ends and your bare skin begins. Then he leans in, his breath hot against your ear.

“I’m so fucking hard watching you play with yourself,” he murmurs, like a secret meant only for you.

His other hand slides down to your hip, gripping it firmly as he pulls you slightly closer to him. The possessive strength in his touch sends your heart racing, and your pussy clenches hard around your fingers. “And you smell so good,” he groans, the words almost a growl as he presses a lingering kiss to your temple.

You push your fingers deeper, filling yourself to the knuckles, your palm grinding against your swollen clit. The friction is maddening, the pressure perfect, but it’s amplified tenfold by the heat of Javi’s body so close to yours.

His words, his presence—it’s all too much and not enough. The way he speaks to you, that bedroom voice of his, feels like his tongue is fucking your ear, making your toes curl and your hips buck.

Your body quivers under his gaze and touch, the flames inside you fanned higher with every purposeful move he makes. The tension between you crackles, thick and intoxicating, until you’re certain you’ll shatter if he doesn’t give you what you need.

Your fingers falter for a moment, desperate for him to take over, but the sharp press of his grip on your hip keeps you grounded. “Keep going,” he growls, his tone brooking no argument. “You wanted to fuck with me so go ahead, finish.”

You whimper, your body trembling as you pick up the rhythm again, working yourself harder, faster. “Javi,” you cry out, your voice trembling, your orgasm hurtling toward you like a freight train.

“Let go,” he encourages, kissing behind your ear. “Come for me, baby.”

His permission shatters what little control you had left. Your body seizes, your walls clamping down around your fingers as waves of pleasure crash over you, leaving you trembling and gasping beneath him.

He’s on you quickly after that, his larger frame pressing you into the mattress. His hands move your wrists, pinning them above your head with ease, the sheer strength in his grip making your core flutter all over again as he cages you beneath him.

He’s still fully dressed, the fabric of his shirt brushing against your sensitive nipples as he looms over you, his body a solid wall of heat and restraint. 

His lips curl into a wicked smirk, his hips grinding against yours, the rough material of his slacks a tormenting contrast to your naked cunt. “Gonna fuck you now,” he growls before leaning down, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss that steals your breath and seals your fate.

[fuwushiguro]

idk why all these people are here in ur ask me being horny smh they have no class anyways can you please give me a smut where toji is just hot af like always and daddy and yummy and juicy and delious 🤤🤤🤤🤤😋😋😋😋😋 thanks mama 🤭🤭

anything for you mamacita 💕 (not proofed) tw: fingering, daddy k!nk, age gap (reader is 20s toji is 40s), spanking, slapping

Toji loves coming home to see your cute lil face whenever he's had a long day.

Doesn't matter if you're fucking or not, he's happy to just sit you on his lap, play with your hair, and watch movies until you both fall asleep.

But that obviously isn't on your mind today.

Today, he can't believe the beautiful image he's been greeted by, splayed across his bed like a perfect present.

You're in a cute little crop top and thigh high socks.

No skirt.

No shorts.

No trousers.

Not even a pair of panties.

You're looking at him with wet, watery eyes as if you're so damn innocent you have no idea what you're doing. Rolling around like you're so naïve, like you don't see the bulge in his pants form instantly as his eyes rake over each and every inch of your longing body. How can you look so virtuous and so provocative at the same time?

Leaving your intimate area uncovered for him. His favourite area. Your perfect little pussy that he's spent countless hours touching, eating, teasing, fucking.

You didn't want to waste time, and he knew that. Otherwise you wouldn't look like this, now. You wouldn't be giving immediate access to him if you wanted to fool around and skirt about the issue at hand.

You've missed your daddy.

"Oh, sweetheart, look at you..." he almost whispers, his low gravelly voice rushing straight to your heat. "Been waiting for daddy all day, hm? Need 'im to play with you?" he's asking, despite already parting your legs to expose the mess you've gotten yourself in down there.

"Mhmm..." you mewl, biting your lip as you allow him to take full control. That's the best part about being with Toji. He's so mature, so experienced, he knows exactly what you want and need better than you. He knows how to touch, how to fuck, how to make you squirm and make a mess of yourself. You couldn't possibly leave him even if you wanted to, no one else could ever make you feel as good.

"Such a messy little cunt... been touchin' all day waiting for me? Hm?" he wonders.

"A little..."

"You know you aren't allowed to touch without permission." he delivers a wet slap to your throbbing clit. The contact makes you jolt, but looking at his aged scar curling up into a menacing smirk makes you smile too. "Naughty... shouldn't be enjoyin' getting touched like that." he tells you, slapping your pussy once more.

"C-Can't help it... love you t'much... love everything you do t'me..." you squirm, biting your lip again as you await his response.

He smirks again before looking down between your thighs. He spreads open your lips, coating his fingers slowly with your slick before removing them. He parts his fingers to see the webbing between them again and again. The spreading creating a tacky sound the rushes straight to his aching cock.

"All this for me, baby?" he smiles, honestly. "You really do love me."

"Mmm, mhmmn, I do... really love you, daddy."

"Or maybe..." he thinks, stuffing a singular finger into your tight warmth. "Maybe you just love daddy's cock." he considers, though the accusation scares you, it doesn't stop him from pumping his finger in and out of you. And it certainly doesn't stop you from moaning around it.

He watches as you throw your head back from the delicious stretch this one single finger is causing. Each and every pump of his finger driving you insane. You don't think you'd be acting like such a pornstar if you'd have relieved yourself at all today. But you wanted to be as good of a girl you could for your daddy. You wanted him to cure what ailed you, you know he makes you cum better than you do anyway.

"So fuckin' wet... hear how she's talkin' to me?" he asks, referring to the obnoxious squelch sounding around the room with each pummel of his finger. He wastes no time sliding in a second, jaw hanging low as everything becomes louder.

The squelching, your moans, his breath.

"It's 'cause she loves me, yeah?" he uses his free hand to spank your clit. "Answer me. Who does she belong to?"

"Y-You, daddy, p-promise." you manage to squeak out as he continues to press his fingers into your sweet spot.

"That's right, daddy's pretty little pussy. She's barely even yours, she's all mine." he reminds you. Your legs begin to shake as it all quickly becomes so intense. He tuts as your legs try to close, denying him of what he wants and of what you need. "Aht aht, none of that." he tells you. He presses his body weight into one of your thighs and uses his free hand to keep the other spread. Your sex on full display as he takes a moment to swipe his heavy fingers over your clit for a moment before shoving his fingers in deeply once again.

"S'too much! Too much, d-daddy! C-Can't!" you try to argue, but it's futile.

"Hey." he shoves your crop top upwards, revealing your soft, round tits. He doesn't take any time to admire them. Instead, he slaps them, but without any real force behind it. "I know best. I know what's too much, this ain't too much."

"It is..." you sniff, tears spilling from your eyes.

"Brat." he leans forward, pinching your cheeks so that your lips pucker. He kisses you deeply as he keeps fingering you. You melt into it, your body becoming more and more tense with each connection with that special spot inside of you. You're snapped back to your senses when you feel his heavy palm connect with your face. "Don't argue with daddy. It's not too much, baby. I can feel how tight you are. Gonna cum f'me, aren'tcha?"

"Mhmm..." you nod, dumbly.

"Go on, then." he insists. "Cum on daddy's fingers."

He pushes your legs apart once again to expose your cunt fully, despite him not looking. His lips wrap around one of your exposed nipples, sucking harshly in hopes of tipping you over that tantilising edge.

And it does.

He pulls away to get a front row seat of how your pussy gushes for him. Spurts and spurts of clear liquid dousing you both as well as the sheets beneath you. His fingers run frantically back and forth over your puffy clit, prolonging your orgasm further.

You've bitten your lip raw, and he can see how glittery and wet your eyes are as you cum for him. He loves seeing you like this, his perfect fucked out mess.

"What do you say?" he asks you.

"T-Thank you daddy, I love you. S-So much." you pant, chest heaving.

"I love you too, baby." he assures you. You watch as he frees his cock, pumping it a few times before lining it up with your overstimulated hole. "Time to make daddy feel good, now, okay? Be a good little girl and take daddy's cock."

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

Riding a Vaquero. || Alejandro Vargas

Rating: E Words: 2.4K~ Pairing: Alejandro x F!Reader CW: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. crack + smut, piv (protected), oral sex (m!receiving), throat fucking, cumming (f! and m!), swallowing cum, praise? ('that's it'), Spanish terms of endearment (nena, mamacita, vaquerita + caballito). other tags: crack, one night stand, dating app, flirting, roasting/mockery/slander of Alejandro. summary: You meet Alejandro on a dating app. Despite roasting the crap out of him he still lets you ride him :) a/n: Inspired by my "It's a Match!" fic... but very loosely and also it's so much fucking worse. + Thank you to @loveandplanet for helping me write this because I was struggling, my goodness.

Friday night. 5:30 PM.

You just got home from work and threw yourself on the couch before even making yourself dinner.

You're tired and bored and sort of... lonely.

The perfect cocktail of emotions to make you dip a toe back into the dark, cesspool of a lake that is the only dating app you keep on your phone: Tinder.

Slowly, you begin swiping away on the pictures of men on your screen.

Most of them are gym bros, there's a few nerds... You're pretty sure they're great, they seem it, you're sure they'd offer wonderful company and conversation over a quick meal...

But for the sake of what you're looking for, they might as well have a sign stamped on their face reading "[ Boring ]".

Boring. Boring. Boring.

That's when you see him.

Alejandro.

A handsome man, older, with crow's feet, and deep laugh lines, and a broad nose, and a bit of grey already creeping onto his beard... or maybe it's just the lighting? Either way, he looks... delicious.

So, you scroll down to read what his bio has to say.

A soldier, originally from Las Almas... 6ft tall... And a good cook... Looks like you've just caught yourself a two-in-one... A dinner and... if his bio is anything to go off of, a one night stand.

Although that bio...

You find yourself swiping right and in an instant, your phone displays a 'It's a Match!' screen, signalling that he liked you back.

You open your DM with him and carefully type a message:

you:

"Do you know your bio has a typo? You wrote horse twice."

His reply was surprisingly quick, almost like he was already in the DM screen as well, waiting for you to reply:

Alejandro:

"I know. I did it on purpose so people would DM me to correct me." "Pretty sure it increased the amount of women reaching out to me." "Women like you."

Cocking a brow, you can't help but scoff. Of course, he uses that typo as an ice-breaker!

No wonder he answered so quick! He was already anticipating you'd call his attention to his typo...

Sitting up on the couch again, you shift your weight and sit into a more focused position, leaning forward, before you type out an answer.

It has to be witty. It has to be funny. It has to catch him off guard...

...

you:

"That explains it." "And now that I got that out of the way..." "Is your forehead really that big or is it just the angle?"

You set your phone down on the coffee table in front of you and bite your lip, hoping that your comment wouldn't have pushed him too far...

A couple of new messages pop onto the left side of the screen in a row, causing you to lean forward to read them.

Alejandro:

"Excuse me?" "I bet you wouldn't say that to my face."

Trying not to giggle, you carefully grab the phone and type another reply:

you:

"More like say it to your forehead you mean?"

You wonder if you're going too far.

He's the first and only interesting guy you've found on Tinder today, the only one that you didn't deem boring upon one glance of their face and bio...

What are you even doing, making fun of him like this?

What if that just causes him to unmatch and block you?

What if-

Alejandro:

"I've never in my entire life been spoken to like this." "Other than when I was a boy pissing off my sisters." "And I hate to say that I sort of like it."

Your eyebrows raise and your eyes widen, feeling like you somehow just caught the biggest fish in the lake by blindly throwing in the lure and reeling it back out when you decided you should.

Sheer fucking luck.

you:

"I have more of those if you'd like." "Can keep going all night just making fun of you."

He paused again for a moment before replying with:

Alejandro:

"And you wouldn't run out of things to say?"

you:

"I'm sure I wouldn't."

Alejandro:

"And what would I have to give you in return for this to happen?"

you:

"Cook me dinner?"

Alejandro:

"Sounds like this was all a ploy to taste my food."

Taking a deep breath, you look around your room aimlessly, trying to hold back from saying the first thought that popped into your mind at reading that message...

But you can't help it.

And, hey, nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?

you:

"Maybe it's not just the food I'm planning on tasting."

Alejandro:

"Oh." "Maybe I'd like that."

you:

"Doesn't scare you?"

You almost patted yourself on the back for making a joke about his profile's stupid little 'if you think you're into something that scares me' line.

Alejandro:

"I'm an army colonel. Of course it doesn't scare me." "It just intrigues me." "You sure do look like you're starving. Who am I to deny you?"

Stifling a scoff and a bit of a groan, you reply with:

you:

"That line sounded straight out of a porno."

Alejandro:

"Haven't even cooked you dinner and you're beginning with the insults?" "You don't waste any time, huh?"

you:

"No and neither should you."

Alejandro:

"Then how about you let me cook you dinner right now?" "No stalling or wasting any more time."

Biting back a smirk, you shake your head in amusement.

you:

"Sounds good to me." "Address?"

-

"I was right, wasn't I, nena [babygirl]?" Alejandro asks as he looks down at you as you crouch before him in his kitchen.

You look up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, muffled sounds escaping your lips as you keep your mouth stuffed with his cock.

"That's right... You really were starving..." He cooed as he looked down at you, his voice carrying a pleasant growl and gravel to it.

Your head is pressed nicely against the cupboards of his kitchen, as he carefully prepares pico de gallo for the tacos he's making the two of you for dinner.

You hadn't expected to end up in this position so soon after driving up to his house, a small 1-store casita with wooden frames and details and a wonderful little tiled patio out back.

You had expected some flirting, some jokes, you roasting him...

Instead, you had somehow ended up pressed against the kitchen counter with his tongue deep in your mouth and his hand up your shirt, fondling one of your breasts...

And now, here you were, perched on your own heels, with his big cock slowly and repeatedly bruising the back of your throat as you moaned softly around it... While he cooks dinner for the both of you like nothing's happening.

It's almost infuriating, how calm he seems, how he looks down at you with those stunning brown eyes of his, and a smug little smirk on his lips...

And yet, he also looks absolutely breathtaking, standing there in a charcoal grey button-up, the first few buttons popped open to reveal a generous speckling of chest hair and a golden crucifix and a few other chains resting over his pecs…

And the way the sweat pools on his brow, and slips down the side of his robust neck, and disappears under his collar…

The light of the setting sun, warm and orange toned, filters through the windows and illuminates his small home, warming it, and reflecting off his sweat, and shining so bright on him.

It almost doesn't get better than this... letting him fuck your throat against the cupboard while he cooks you a meal which, by the scent, will be delicious, proving he wasn't lying about being a good cook...

Setting your hand on his hip, you tap your fingers on his lower back, gesturing him to go deeper into your mouth.

He picks up on the signal and thrusts harder into your mouth, causing you to choke and gurgle around his large shaft, some saliva slowly slipping down the length and disappearing in the generous bush of hair at the base.

"Mmmm, you like when I make you choke, huh?" He coos as he wipes one of his hands on a tea towel and then grips your hair, protecting your head from bouncing back on the hard wood of the cabinet.

Then, his other hand holds onto the edge of the counter, fingers curling and tightening around it, to keep him upright, before he starts thrusting more decisively into your mouth.

Your eyes roll in delight as he bullies his way deep into your mouth in a more consistent and violent pace, his own head falling back and allowing him to grunt and groan as your throat tightens and constricts around him.

"¡Ay carajo! [Ah, fuck!]" Alejandro groans as he pulls your head closer to his crotch, burying your nose in the coarse hair at the base of his cock, keeping the tip buried deep inside your mouth.

Sputtering and gurgling around him, your hands find a perch on his hip, on either side, but, rather than pulling him off, you hold onto him, close and against you, your nails digging into the muscles of his ass cheeks through the fabric of his jeans.

Your tongue laps up at the underside of his cock just as it begins to throb, Alejandro groans above you, leaning his head on the upper cabinets as he slowly floods your mouth with his tangy cum, which slowly slides down your throat as you make an effort to swallow around him.

With a long exhale, Alejandro licks his lips and looks down at you as he slowly pulls his softening cock from your mouth, letting you finally catch a proper breath too.

"Your mouth is very talented, mamacita." He compliments you, a smirk already forming on his lips again, his hand reaching down to help you wipe some drool off your chin.

"Thank you." You reply with a chuckle and push yourself up to your feet, side stepping him as he tucks himself back into his jeans and resumes making you dinner.

"So... What were you saying about having a lot more insults to tell me?" He quips and smirks at you.

"Well, first of all, I could still see your forehead from all the way down there,"

-

You break the kiss in favor of carefully rocking back and forth on his dick, buried balls deep within your slick cunt.

His large hands grip onto your hip and thighs to continue moving you atop him, making your clit grinding against his pubic hair in a way that made you squirm and whine.

His head is leaning back on the back of his couch as he watches you make yourself feel good, overstimulating your sensitive clit with the help of the coarse hair on his pelvis, and feeling the tip of his slightly curved cock rub against your g-spot.

"You like that, hm, vaquerita [little cowgirl]?" He coos at you, as your head dips back and you moan softly, before bouncing up on his cock for a moment and sinking all the way down, drawing louder groans out of you both.

It's a surprisingly slow fucking session, probably because of your bellies are full and warm with the recent meal, and you just sort of stumbled your way onto the couch afterward, for a make-out session that turned to slow, lazy sex.

Leaning against Alejandro in the low sunlight as the afternoon turns into evening and the sun sets through the window, you rock your hips against his again and again.

Your lips find his for what must be the 50th time tonight. Your tongues intertwine as you huff and moan into his mouth, his fingers digging your thighs as he squeezes you down and rubs you onto him, back and forth.

Breaking the kiss, you set your head down on his shoulder. It's almost too intimate for a first time, but it's strangely nice. His skin feels nice and warm against you, albeit a bit dewy with sweat.

Your eyes look up at him as he relaxes his head back and grunts softly, continuing to guide your hip back and forth on his, to seek out extra friction for you both, and murmuring incoherent Spanish curses and words of praise.

Slowly, you find yourself leaning forward and lick a stripe up his neck toward his stubble-speckled jawline, feeling the saltiness of his sweat on your tongue, as, even now, he's still producing more and more little droplets that slide tantalizingly slowly down his tan skin.

Then, you lick across the bottom of his jaw and around to the back of it, then, your head lowers and you lick another stripe up his neck. Alejandro reacts the same every single time, with a soft shudder and a grunt, throwing his hips up into yours.

"Oh you like that, huh, vaquero [cowboy]?" You tease him this time, using his own words against him.

The look Alejandro shoots you at that quip makes it clear he didn't appreciate your sarcasm... What a shame.

You lean back, your hands coming to rest on his thighs behind you, before you start bouncing in fervor. It drives a groan out of him, his eyebrows raising in surprise.

His left hand goes to your waist to steady you while he brings his other hand up to your lower stomach, pressing down onto it and allowing him to feel himself through your walls.

His thumb finds its way to your clit, rubbing it side to side, as you continue carefully and steadily bouncing off his lap, his own thighs having stiffened and raised to allow you and easier time.

The slaps of your ass and his thighs meeting echos throughout the living room, along with the sounds of your and Alejandro's moans.

It's a slow build-up, the both of you too lazy to actually put in too much effort into chasing your orgasm, but, steadily, and with Alejandro's thumb consistently rubbing against your clit, you find yourself reaching your peak.

Alejandro watches you with heavy-lidded eyes, leaning back against the couch and a stupid smirk painted on his lips, seeming so smug over the fact he got you to fall apart on his cock...

Only to watch you dismount from him and take a seat beside him on the couch, your body feeling too hot and tired to even remain in touch with any part of his.

His smirk vanishes and he cocks a brow, giving you a silent, judgmental look, as if asking 'What are you doing? Get back here.'.

And his face downright settles into a scowl when you mirror him by raising your own brow and ask him "You're a colonel, you've got this, right? You don't need my help.".

And, with an extra little impish smile you add, "Don't be scared, I believe in you, caballito [horsie]!"

for @lyralein , so you stop fucking bullying me because I "never write Alejandro" or whatever 🫶

[tjodity]

dsmp lesbian analysis post

this was based on a misreading of a different post so now im rating how lesbian dsmp characters are. no real criteria just going off of vibes from a lesbian. based vaguely on how lesbian they are and how much they might identify as lesbian

C!Phil- (4/10)-he has a wife so thats something. he's kinda forgone most identities by this point he just does what he wants

C!Tubbo-(1/10)-im sorry thats just some binary gay transmasc guy. he may have briefly been a lesbian in his early teens so he had an extremely on the spot explanation for schlatt abt dressing masc but he likes men (a lot) so he never really had any attachment to the label

C!Ranboo-(3/10)-they arent really interested in women but he's got a lesbian gender thing goin on. guy with a weird relationship to femininity

C!Dream-(2/10)-she actually is a lesbian but no ones told her that yet and she's probably not gonna figure it out on her own. mamacita was an egg cracking experience

C!George-(0/10)-im sorry i dont see it

C!Niki-(10/10)- trans curious bisexual woman who wears a trench coat and has ratty dyed pink hair and knows how to tie a lot of different kinds of knots and not for boat reasons. she's having a full boar gender and sexuality crisis starting during the election. dyke as a gender identifier probably wouldn't occur to her but she'd like it a lot. she'd also like the old flag with the axe

C!Sam-(2/10)-not really a lesbian at all but if puffy squints hard enough while theyre making out sad style she can act like he's a cute butch

C!Fundy-(3/10)-he doesnt really call himself a lesbian but whenever he has a crush on a woman he in his head says he's being gay for her. accidentally postponed niki's sexuality crisis by transitioning to a guy

C!Punz-(10/10)-look at him. look at him. butch lesbian who kinda acts like a dog for the girl she's obsessed with. religious horror toxic devotion yuri buff lady general tragedy we got it all. also tommyinnit certified look

C!Hbomb-(3/10)-she's mostly straight but a lot of her admiration of other women and learning to do femininity in a way she likes kinda aligns her with lesbians. she believes in their beliefs

C!Sapnap-(??/10)-kinda in a quantum state of lesbianism for me. could go either way honestly. if her fiances want her to be a girl she can be

C!Karl-(9/10)-karl set off everyone's lesbian radar they didn't know they had which was really confusing cause it presented like a gay cis guy for a long while. tubbo just happens to ask her abt gender once on a whim n she's like oh no im a girl thing :3 and everyone else freaks out cause it was just not correcting them. it likes flamboyant masc fashion and being confusing

C!Quackity-(10/10)-watch the quackhalo date stream if you haven't yet i'm begging you. bigender transfem girlguy guygirl who wants to be someone's girlfriend and have a girlfriend or multiple or many. she's running the full gambit of presentation in a bunch of combos

C!Badboyhalo-(5/10)-Quackity brings out the lesbian in her (she's a closeted transfem lady and it makes her very flustered when she realizes q's calling her his girlfriend.) the bigboobies in bigboobyhalo are the result of lots and lots of estrogen

C!Wilbur-(0/10) he doesnt know lesbians are real

C!Puffy-(7/10)-the best way i can describe puffy's gender is that she is earnestly trying to be as confusing contradictory and horny as possible and it's working. she's a lesbian but only when she's a guy or just extremely down bad for some lady and if you called her a dyke she'd moan

C!Slimecicle-(7/10)-lesbian as a gender thing. he doesn't like using typical words to describe his gender but lesbian is the closest to standard it'll go

C!Hannah-(10/10)-she likes women. A LOT. and also worked hard to become one. just a lot about women going on in her life

C!Schlatt-(???/10)-he's got some shit to sort through n maybe that'll be a realization he makes down the road

C!Foolish-(2/10)-if you tried hard enough you could make him one

C!Tina-(10/10)-many of her actions are motivated by the need to kiss a girl with teeth

C!Eret-(8/10)-strong yuriful vibes

C!Tommyinnit-(9/10)-they are fucking ATTACHED to that label you can pry it from their cold dead hands. she also likes boys n is more platoniromantic than anything but. lesbian critter right there it's important to her

C!Aimsey-(-1000/10)-killed your wife idiot

[writing-with-yours-truly]

!Headcanon! !Fluff alphabet!

-CHARACTER: Javier Rivera-

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A (Affection. How do they show it?): Javi is very affectionate. Most times, he showers you in compliments and serves you words of affirmation.

B (Beauty. What do they like about their S/O?): He thinks you are perfect and loves every bit of you. But if he had to love you for personality, he'd love your stubbornness and determination. As for your looks, he loves your eyes. The beautiful color they are, the shape, everything. He can tell a lot of things by looking into your eyes, and that's what he loves.

C (Comfort. How would they help their S/O if they're struggling?): Javi would definitely be there for you and be willing to help if he can. If you're having a bad day, he'd help you calm down and unwind by making you your favorite snack and turn on a TV show.

D (Dreams. How do they see their future with their S/O?): Javier honestly sees himself growing old with you. He thinks you are perfect. He doesn't know about kids, but he does know he wants to marry you some day.

E (Equal. Who's more in control?): Javi is the bigger decision maker. That's because he weighs the pros and cons. But, you argue with him about it sometimes.

F (Fighting. How quick do they forgive each other?): This depends on how severe the argument is. Javi could be mad for minutes, or mad for hours. He couldn't go days without talking to you, though. He can't even go three minutes without, either!

G (Gratitude. How grateful are they for you?): Oh, words can't describe how grateful he is for you. He prays everyday, thanking God for you. You're his angel.

H (Honesty. Do they keep secrets?): He doesn't really keep secrets, besides gifts and surprises. He trusts you with pretty much everything.

I (Inspiration. Did you inspire them to do something?): You inspired him to branch out from Storm Par because of how they ran things. You didn't think it was right, and after Javi saw it from your perspective, he agreed as well.

J (Jealousy. Do they get jealous easily?): It somewhat depends on the situation. If a guy -or girl, whatever your preference is- is full on touching you, he's going to come over and get you, and make sure he -or she- knows you're his, and he's yours. Whether that's holding hands, or full on kissing you.

K (Kissing. Are they good? What was the first kiss?): You were his first kiss, so he wasn't really the greatest at kissing. But the longer you're together, his kisses have gotten better. So much better they make your knees weak.

L (Love. How did they confess?): It was after a big storm chase that he thought you weren't going to survive. But once he saw you, he gave you the biggest hug and told you how scared he was of losing you. You meant so much to him.

M (Marriage. Do they want to get married?): Javi definitely wants to get married. He's thought of the proposal idea on where, and he's even looked at engagement rings. He's just waiting for the right moment.

N (Nicknames. What do they call their S/O?): It depends on the situation. Most of the time, he calls you 'Babe', and sometimes jokingly, he calls you 'Mami' or 'Mamacita'. And if he wants to be endearing, he calls you 'Darling' or 'Honey'. He doesn't like those two much so he doesn't use them often. He uses 'Cariño' instead.

O (On cloud nine. Was it obvious they were in love?): Yes. He was always glancing at her, making sure she was okay after storm chases. When they had to sleep outside one night, Javi offered his sweatshirt to use as a pillow -or blanket-. He was lovestruck, and obvious as hell.

P (PDA. Are they public with affection?): Besides hand holding, hugs from behind, and small head kisses, not really. He doesn't want to gross people out, and doesn't want to push your boundaries.

Q (Quirk. What charm do they have that works in their relationship?): He is very good at convincing you to do things, and really good with negotiation. Don't want to go out? He'll offer snuggles when they get home. Always works.

R (Romantic. How romantic are they?): Javi was awkward at first, but slowly began to be a smooth sweet talker. He's always trying to charm you now. He's always doing the cheesy romance shit.

S (Support. Do they support their S/O's dreams and goals?): Yes. No matter what it is, Javi will help you. He always has your back. No question about it. Unless it is murder.

T (Thrill. Do they need to try new things to spice up their relationship?): Sometimes. There's nights it's boring at home and they have to try out new things to be less bored. Like skydiving. Who am I kidding? Javi's a tornado chaser. It's never boring with him.

U (Understanding. How well do they understand their partner?): Javi believes that he understands you well. He knows all of your social cues -like if you're uncomfortable, or tired- and knows your boundaries.

V (Value. How important is their S/O to them? Their relationship?): It's everything to him. He wouldn't know what to do if they weren't together. You're the peanut butter to his jelly -though he'll never say that-.

W (Wild card. Fun headcannon): Javi misses his longer hair because you styled it all the time. He tried growing it out but because the memories of that day are tied to it, he keeps it short. He still likes you running your fingers through his hair.

X (XoXo. How affectionate are they? Do they cuddle a lot?): Whenever you two lay on a mattress, Javi is holding you. Whether it's spooning, or laying you on top of him, he's holding you.

Y (Yearning. How do they cope when their partner is gone?): Javi goes through his camera roll and watches videos of you two, or looks at photos of you. If you're gone for more than 6 hours, he just calls you on FaceTime.

Z (Zzz. What are they like sleeping? Do they snore a lot?): Javi is a heavy sleeper, and there are times he snores. One night, he was snoring while you got no sleep, so you reached over and yanked his pillow from under his head. He didn't snore for the rest of the night.

[simplepotatofarmer]

This is random, but do you have a headcanon for who Girl Dream/Mamacita is? Is she c!Dream in disguise, a separate character, or a collective hallucination?

i do feel like mamacita is a different character! or i've always treated her as such.

as for who she is, i do kinda have a soft spot for her being another strange god of the sever, hence her appearance being similar to c!dream's.

[supernatural-bias]

—the red festival

SUMMARY | the day that november sixteenth became known as the red festival in history books was the day you watch your life crumble to the ground

PAIRING | various x reader

REQUESTED | no

WORD COUNT | 10k+ words

WARNINGS | gore, death, explosions, november the 16th, etc

AUTHORS NOTES | no use of pronouns but characters use nicknames of various types. toots, mamacita, dude, etc. i've really missed just going over lore and torturing c!characters

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In this world, everyone was a drunk.

It didn't have to be alcohol that got them there—though in some cases, that was just it. No. In this world, you had seen people be driven to the edge by a variety of things that wasn't just a bottle of scotch. A pair of discs could do it. The feeling of blood dripping down a sword. Deep rooted ambition to be the ruler of nationwide kingdoms. A thirst for pride. Separated they seem so different. But put them together and it was all the same thing—sinners after their sin, blindsided by their own passion.

You hated that word. Passion.

The emotion was a dangerous thing. Almost entirely akin to fire in ways. A small flame was hopeful, but infective. Hardly able to do anything. However, with just the right amount of it, as long as it stayed reasonably contained, you could do amazing things. Shape the earth, sway the people, change the very rules to the game. But too much, and everything burns. Burns until all that's left is ash and charred bones.

Your bones had been burned enough to where you tried not to make those mistakes.

Dead eyes and a pair of nervously pursed lips stared back at you through the cracked mirror on your wall. Fingers nimbly adjusted the tie around your neck, hiding the slight tremor in them.

Schlatt—the leader of Manburg, your president—had required you to wear a suit to this evening festive. The order extended to all the cabinet members, even the vice president. He had requested the handywork of the beat tailor around. A woman named Puffy, who had been as kind as can be to you during the brief fitting that was required.

The suit and its accessories were all entirely red, different shades of the hue donning you from head to toe—ranging from ruby and rose to a deep crimson. When asked about the peculiar color scheme, Schlatt had given some sort of faint response about him not being upstaged as the only one in all black. To remind the people who was really in charge. You hadn't pressed anymore, just taking the suit and returning to your room until the next cabinet meeting.

It was where you stood now, a day later. Staring at yourself while tying the final knot on your tie, grimacing as you made the connection between it and a noose at that moment.

A hollow knock made itself at home on the surface of your mahogany door. You swiftly crossed the room to crack it open, expecting a disgruntled Schlatt to be staring you down. But you found a slightly shorter man instead, the feeling in your chest loosening as you saw the familiar blue beanie.

"Ready?" Quackity asked you, a slight dull in his otherwise bright eyes. He looked very uncomfortable right now in his suit and bow tie. The only clue that this was still the Quackity that sang songs about dicks on his wooden guitar to you was the lapis cap resting on his raven locks. And even that was out of place. It was a wonder in itself how he had managed to convince Schlatt to let him keep it included in his outfit.

You couldn't help but wonder if you looked as alien as he did in your own garb. You pushed the anxious thought down with a swallow, the effort of it harder than it had been a moment ago.

"Hey Big Q. Is he getting pissy? Are we running late?" His name didn't even need to be said. You both understood the message.

A quick glance on the clock at his wrist confirmed your suspicions as Quackity nodded, smiling shakily at you.

"Si. Last I saw, he had been downing another bottle. Scotch this time. I remember what happened last time he drank that, so I figured I'd busy myself and come get you." Quackity held his arm out to you as an offering as he spoke. You took it, closing your room door behind you as you both began to walk down the spacious hallways leading away from it.

"Ready to beat some ass?"

You shot a confused look at him before breaking out into short laughter. He had always been able to coax the sound out of you—a growing feat, considering the events of this past year. Perks of making genuine friends in a shitty position you suppose.

"Seriously? In the middle of everything, all you can think about is that little boxing event?" You chuckled as Quackitys grip on your arm tightened around you, bringing you closer to his side as he spread his other arm out dramatically. He mirrored your brief excitement, looking down at you with a toothy smile.

"I've been waiting a whole year to kick some ass man! Show everyone I'm not some useless nobody that's only around because of their pretty face. Or whatever else Schlatt says about me." The last part was more of a bitter mumble, the stench that surrounded the ram hybrids name dampening the mood.

"Hey." You knocked a fist into his shoulder softly, attempting to cheer yourself up as well as him. "I'll be rooting for you. If you want, I can bet on you. A million to one odds you get beaten, I reckon. Ducks can be pretty mean when they want to." The last part was a poor joke, but Quackity still smiled at it nonetheless, the soft yellow wings on his back twitching subconsciously at the mention of them.

"Don't bet everything, mamacita. After all. The Blade is going to make an appearance." He scratched at the back of his neck anxiously, releasing your arm from his own as you both noticed you were at the end of the lengthy hallway. Now all was left was to open the giant doors, gates were a better word for them to be honest, and step out into the sunlight.

"I remember." Your voice sobered up as a flash of pink and red crossed your mind, the memory of a golden crown and a piglin skull surfacing.

"Are you sure this plan will work?"

You were both speaking in whispers now. Quackity's hand was placed on the handle of the doors in front of you, and your knees were locked in place; the both of you ready to bolt. It was a dangerous thing to even think about these kinds of things within the capitol of Manburg, much less say it out loud. You quite liked your head on the top of your shoulders and didn't plan to have it chopped off anytime soon after all.

"I trust Tommy. If he's sure this will work, then it will." You barely whispered. Quackity frowned at your sentence, looking into your eyes as if he was searching for something. But if he found what he was looking for, he didn't say anything.

His eyes dropped to the floor as he sighed, eyes closing.

"This needs to work." His grip on the doors handle tightened to the point where his knuckles were white. Your own hands formed fists at your side, nails leaving marks in your skin. "This has to. I can't keep doing this dude. I'll go insane."

"Yeah. Me too Big Q."

And with one final look between the two of you, gazes somber and heavy as the air before a storm, the doors opened. And you went to greet the people of your nation.

The screams of the crowd around you were like those of a wild animal.

You sat in one of the many front rows, posture still as it could get. Your mouth was drawn into a thin line, watching—what had Schlatt called it, the pre-entertainment? —as one of your only friends and the president of this damned national circled each other like vultures.

Quackity looked like he wanted blood. You didn't let the smile on his face fool you for one minute: after all he had gotten quite good at faking those. From the moment he had stepped into the makeshift boxing ring, he looked like he wanted to rip Schlatts heart out. Rip it out, roast it over a fire, and fucking eat it.

Schlatt on the other hand was unreadable. All the gaudy jewelry he was always seen wearing was still on. Chains of gold and silver dangling from the sharp tips of his horns. Rings glinting with the little blood that had been shed from the fight. The smile on his face outshone the glimmer coming from them though.

He looked, well, happy to be beating the shit out of someone. Anyone. Although you hadn't expected anything else from the very man that had exiled two completely innocent people.

As a drinking cup flew past your head in the direction of the ring, just missing its mark, you had a brief thought. Wondering if the true animals were in the ring right in front of you, or gathered in the crowd you sat in so silently. The very notation that it was either made your skin crawl.

"Pretty cringe if ya ask me."

If your back could have straightened up anymore, it would have. Instead, you were left with a wide eyed expression, looking over to your left to be met with a grinning man twice your size, twin pink braids resting against his extravagant red cape.

You could barely force a sentence out.

"Yeah." You coughed lightly. "L plus ratio and all that."

The infamous Technoblade had always been an enigma to you. Depending on who you asked, you were either extremely lucky or extremely unlucky to have the weird bond you did with him. It wasn't friendship—far from it. You knew he didn't really do friendship. It was more so a strong understanding. That neither of you were to overstep on the other. To take advantage. And while that rule was mostly in place for you, because you both knew if Techno wanted to he could take everything you hold dear in a heartbeat, it worked just fine. Still. That didn't stop you from getting a little anxious around the widely dubbed Blood God.

For fucks sake. That sword at his hip looked sharp enough to cut pure netherite in half.

Techno snorted at your equally as dry response, leaning his head down to rest it in the palm of one of his hands as his eyes watched the still ongoing fight.

"Yuuup. They asked me if I wanted to try a round in there with one of em." He shook his head for a moment, and you understood why. The thought of him versus anyone you could think of was almost laughable. "I turned em down 'course. Didn't feel like stirrin up trouble before the festival."

You were just going to have to get used to speaking in code today, apparently. Technos sentence didn't carry a lot of weight for anyone but you. But maybe it was the way his red eyes were now trained on you that had you mindlessly shuffling in your seat.

"Damn. And to think I didn't bet on Quackity winning all of them just because I knew you were coming."

He laughed at that again, his baritone tone. overpowering your own.

"Saved yourself some money. Would've been nice for clout though. Always need clout."

"Yeah. Clout." You echoed back.

"So." Techno drummed his fingers on the edge of his knee, still looking at you through the stark white holes in his skull mask. "Everythin' ready for me?"

Ready for you? You wanted to say. You mean ready for the murder of a tyrant? Ready for quite possibly the very thing that could bring everything we've worked for down in one ugly swoop?

"Yeah. It's ready."

He nodded with understanding. For a moment, his hand reached out near your back like he wanted to pat it, but he stopped at the last second, awkwardly returning it to his side as he stood up stiffly.

"Gonna go check out the dunk tank." Techno cleared his throat. "If you see Fundy wandering around soaking wet later, you know where I was."

He didn't waste another second standing in between the mass of warm bodies, slipping away without so much as another look at anyone as far as you could tell. His ability to leave without even being seen was beyond you. Today, that would be crucial.

You didn't linger much longer either. After Schlatt pulled out an axe, calling over to Quackity that it was over for him, you left the area with a sympathetic look to your friend. Both of you knew Schlatt wouldn't do anything too brash in the eyes of the public. And while you guessed he didn't consider banishment three minutes after winning an election brash, outward murder was up there on his barely existent no-no list.

It was enough to drive you away from the arena at the very least.

"—ou can do th–"

"—ome on don't be a pussy Tub–"

"—you've got this."

Your aimless wandering found a target as a voice from your left drifted your way. Either the alleyway it was coming from had become sentient and named itself Tub, or a familiar brunet was pacing around it talking to himself.

You thought the latter.

Sure enough, the moment you got far enough down the dingey hallway, you spotted Tubbo in his own red suit. The ends of his coat sleeves were already fraying despite the tough material, and you didn't have to look long to find out the source of it. You remembered he had used to do the same thing to his old L'Manburg uniform; pulling at loose threads until Wilbur would take him aside and sew it back together with the few supplies they had, softy scorning him all the way.

You had a feeling Wilbur wouldn't be doing anything of the sort these days.

"Hey Tubs."

The kid in front of you jumped at your sudden appearance, quickly whirling around to face you with as serious of an expression that he could muster. Your attention was drawn to the small bumps on the top of his head—horns, you had come to realize over the course of their appearance—before flicking back down to his green eyes.

"Is something wrong? Did they find out? Is Tommy okay?"

The whirlwind of questions tumbled out of his mouth shakily. For a moment you felt like facepalming yourself. Of course he was going to assume the worst. You had just walked in on his nervous pacing with the leftovers of a somber expression on your face, curtosy of Schlatt and his diamond axe.

"Yes bossman, everything's alright. Trust me. I just heard you an wanted to make sure you weren't losing your mind." Your weak attempt to do damage control worked, watching as your words doused the nerve educed wildfire behind Tubbo's gaze.

It hurt you to see him like this. Not just because he was worried about things he shouldn't even be involved in, although that was true. It was rather that he was simply here. With a stupid fucking uniform on and what seems like the weight of the world, or at least a very populated nation, on his shoulders. You had seen men, even kings and queens twice his age, collapse under the threat of the very same thing.

If there was one thing you wanted to do today, it was to get him out of here. Back with Tommy. Where he belonged.

"It's going to be okay right?" One of his fluffy ears, a product of his hybrid genes, flicked down slightly in questioning. The way he looked at you, like you had all the answers in the world, made you believe for just a moment, that you did. That everything really would be okay. That come tomorrow morning he, and maybe even you, would be far far away from here.

Then you looked down at his trembling hands before being thrown out of your fantasy.

"Believe me Tubbo. The biggest battle you're facing right now if the one with your own mind." You smiled the biggest you could for him, dodging the question entirely as you went to muss up his hair. He responded with a playfully whine, lightly swatting at your hands with his tounge out until you stopped.

"Now come on. If you're lucky you can see if Niki's still selling pastries before our speeches."

That certainly got him going. You had to bark out a laugh as you tripped over your own two feet with the effort of trying to keep up with him as he bolted out of the alleyway, smiling.

Luckily Niki had still been selling some of her cooking, although all that had been left was a few slices of red velvet cake. The lady had given it to both you and Tubbo for free despite your stern orders not to do that, ushering you away with the excuse that your speeches were to begin soon to get out of you paying.

"Alright." You did a quick check offstage after waving Niki goodbye as she went to her seat, now speaking to Tubbo and Quackity, who had arrived with a bloody nose and triumphant grin. Apparently haven beaten Schlatt at least once during his boxing spree.

"Notecards?" You fixed Tubbo with an expecting gaze as he patted his suit pocket for security. For a moment you thought of mentioning the red cake dusted around his mouth but thought better of it.

"Check!"

"Strange lettuce metaphor?"

"Check!"

"False loyalty for Manburg?"

"Check."

"And our hype man?" You turned to Quackity, who was already looking at you smugly with a pair of finger guns.

"Right here mamacita!"

Tubbo's brows furrowed for a moment.

"Mamacita? What does that mean?"

You felt your neck flush as Quackity looked at you before bursting out into laughter, embarrassment flooding through your veins.

"Don't worry about it Tubs." You grumbled, face flaming as you jabbed Quackity in the ribs so hard he gasped.

"Ay ay! Easy on the goods!" He giggled. "Besides, I could call you a whooole lot worse than mamacita."

"He sure could."

Just like that your shoulders tensed and feet set themself at a center. Tubbo and Quackity followed suit, watching as you cleared your throat to address the newly arrived president.

"Schlatt." You nodded with as much respect that you could muster right now. The smell of booze and smoke didn't miss your calculated senses as the goat man sneered—or was that a grin?—in your direction.

"Mr. President." He corrected you for the millionth time since you had started working under him.

"Mr. Schlatt then." And like always, you met his demand halfway, taking nervous pleasure in the way his eyes narrowed every time you tested his patience.

He grumbled but did nothing more. Simply making his way over to Quackity's side and throwing an arm over his vice president harshly. As always, he looked all but mildly interested. Like all this was underneath him. It was strange really, how much he claimed to despise Wilbur. They were both so alike in the end. Both businessmen with ambitions that reached for the stars. Both mortals who held them at the position of a god. Both atomic bombs with an expiration date that refused to acknowledge that fact.

"I hope you pussies are ready to wow everyone." He cackled gleefully; eyes unblinking as his cold gaze fell to your own. "Blow them away, even."

"Yeah well—" Quackity pried himself away from Schlatt, although didn't stray far at the glare he was sent. "—we just need you to get it started. Everyone is waiting for you."

Schlatt just rolled his eyes. "Sure. Send your fucking boss away why don't you, Flatty Patty?"

Much to you and the others relief however he dragged himself away toward the stage steps, checking his appearance out in the reflection of the black tarp like curtains that drapped around all sides of the stage: save the front.

It was all you could do now to not grab Tubbos arm and run in the opposite direction. You had made too many promises to do that though. You weren't going to ruin it all by running away now. And you were most certantly not about to abandon her. L'Manburg meant too much to too many people, yourself included.

You listened to the screeching feedback of a mic as Schlatt stepped onto the stage and into the veiw of hundreds of people, tapping the microphone to make sure it worked.

"Uh, hello everybody!" The tumultuous roar of applause that greeted his words was like a splash of poison to you. "And welcome to the festival of Manberg! Manberg’s festival!"

From your stance you could see the orange form of Fundy jumping up and down not too far away from you, hat going slightly askew as he yelled his praises.

Quackity joined in, faking an excited giggle just loud enough for the mic nearby to pick up.

"Yes sir!! Yes sir!" He glanced at you as a reminder, and you plastered a perfect PR smile across your face at the look. It was all about keeping up appearances to the very end after all.

"Awesome!" Schlatt grinned. "I’ve invited all the citizens of Manberg and some very close friends of mine to enjoy the festivities that have—that this, uh, nation—something—I don’t know."

"Yeah, the thing!"

"Basically, I just wanted to throw a party! You guys know me—" The whistles and shouts of the crowd didn't stop even at his lackluster speech, only growing. "—I'm a nice guy! I enjoy a good party, y’know? So, uh, I decided to put one together for you all."

There goes Fundy again, his tail wagging with anticipation as he looked up at Schlatt like he was his savior. You remembered a time when he had looked at Wilbur like that too.

Come to think of it, so had you. At least until those frantically written letters from Tommy had started to come by crow in the dead of night.

"So we could all partake in this—in this beautiful count—in the f—in the fruits of this beautiful country!" Schlatt hiccupped.

"I'm going to be honest ladies and gentlemen. Let's get all the boring shit out of the way. None of you came here for the politics or the government stuff, although maybe Techno did—" His malicious joke fell flat as he singled out the warrior; whom of which was easy to spot as all the seats in the crowd surrounding him were empty, people too afraid to sit near him. He simply offered a short and awkward laugh, fiddling with one of his many weapons. Seemingly to pass time.

"—so let's get all that out of the way with some speeches? Yeah? A bit off schedule but who the fuck cares am I right!"

With the way everyone shouted their approval to him, you had no doubt that they would agree with everything he said in that moment. You would be lying if you didn't say that the thought made you sick to your stomach.

"Now let's get our lovely Secretary of State up here!" Schlatts voice boomed. It was nearly impossible to miss your cue as the words wrapped you in a tight squeeze, expelling all the air from your lung like a boa constrictor. Or maybe that feeling spawned from the way Schlatt was looking at you, blood red eyes dragging over your face with a sudden soberness.

Wooden steps creaked under your weight as you climbed the few stairs it took to get on stage. Instead of meeting the crowds prying eyes, you stared straight at Schlatt. Who you found had, again, already been looking at you with a self satisfied smirk.

His fingers brushed yours as he handed over the mic, leaving prickly feeling like thorns in their wake. One of his hands went to cover the mic as he bent down to whisper in your ear, lips pulled into a cruel smile that could seem genuine from afar.

"Fuck this up—" He hissed through clenched teeth. "—slander my name—" His grip on your shoulder tightened without you knowing it had even been there in the first place. "—even so much as think of mentioning your little friends on the rooftops of my city—" He pulled back to look you in the eyes. To watch as they drained of any hope you had garnered before stepping out into the open. "—and I kill everyone."

Then he left.

Was this the feeling Daedalus had consume him as he watched his son die? As he watched the boy who flew too close to the sun fall through the bitter winds and delve into the unforgiving sea that would become his grave?

It sure seemed like it.

"Hello, fair and prosperous members of Manburg." You settled for rotating eye contact between the only pink haired members of the crowd, refusing to look at anyone else but Techno and Niki as cold dread set in.

"It has been a challenge, working for this nation." Some whispers followed your words, no doubt speaking on the fact that you were one of the original founders of L'Manburg, and there for your word was the be scrutinized. "But it has been a privilege."

You watched from your pedestal as Techno raised an eyebrow slowly in your direction. Your speech was beginning to sound more and more like a death sentence and less of a political declaration. Although, hadn't Schlatt made it that way the second he revealed the knowledge of your plans? And hadn't you set it in motion the second you mistook him for a foolish drunkard, unable of sniffing out what you had been planning.

"Your leader—my leader—JSchlatt has done a great deal for this nation. Tearing down our countries ensnaring cage—" Your shaking hand extended to present the sight of the lack of obsidian walls, earning a few murmurs of appreciation in the process.

"He has turned us into a self-reliant nation, dependent on no one but ourselves." You swallowed as you thought of what you were supposed to say next. No, it wasn't what you had planned last night hunched over your desk, still believing you had a chance to get out of here with your friends; but rather what Schlatt had laid out for you moments ago. A choice.

Shall you die a rebel? Going out in flames with your friends, never to be resurrected again? Or would you live a reluctant traitor? Turned away by the only people who you knew still cared, and taunted by your enemy?

One last look at Schlatt was enough to make up your mind. And he knew it, spreading his lips into a shit eating grin that stretched ear to ear.

"And because of these new developments in our economy, I have come to realize the truth. That I, one of the cofounders of this land, hereby renounce all notions of the dead nation of L'Manburg—" You heard gasps ring from the crowd like an executioner announcing your fate. "—and pledge myself to the great Manburg!"

You finally saw what Schlatt had been talking about the moment those words left your lips. Two cloaked figures, one much taller than the other, stood on the top of a nearby building. Only one of them had their hood down, the expressionless face of Wilbur Soot—a madman living in the shell of what had once been your most trusted friend—staring you down without a word.

One look at the crowd below you told you all you needed to know. Nikis face was stained with angry tears, Fundy looking at you with an expression similar to the one someone would make after being slapped in the face. Even Techno was gone. Come to think of it, he had been gone for a while now, surely driven away by your betrayal, even if it was fake.

And as the cold hand of the devil rested itself upon your right shoulder, maniacal laughter spilling from his lips, you heard the words that would take your second life.

"I really didn't expect you to go that far toots" Schlatt snickered, not even caring that the microphone was picking up his every word. The nickname he adorned you with made you snarl, earning a laugh from him "Really a nice effort to keep your friends alive. Can't say the same for you though. Techno? You can come on out now big guy."

You pinpointed the exact moment your heart dropped to your toes as the Blood God appeared out of thin air, a crossbow pointed straight between your eyes. A few particles, no more visible than the smoke from a hot mug of tea, rolled off his shoulders and arms in waves. An invisibility potion then. A damn good one too from the looks of it.

"Oh." You spoke with surprising calmness, voice soft. "Thats where you went."

"Sorry." He rumbled out an apology, shrugging like he was discussing what to have for dinner with you and not preparing to shoot you point blank "He offered me more money. And blood."

"I really wouldn't try running if I were you by the way. Heard this guy can kill anything from over a mile away with just a rock." Schlatt patted Techno on the back with a twisted sort of pride—like a hunter displaying a trophy—and you watched as the pinkette stiffened. None of the friendliness he always showed you anytime you would happen to cross his path. Just the dead eyes of a mercenary with a job to do.

"Any last words, oh dear secretary of state?" Schlatt clapped his hands together with a sickly sweet smile, canine's sharper than ever as he looked down on you.

You took a breath.

"Wilb—"

"Too late!"

And then your world exploded in stars of red, white and blue.

You really hoped no one would ask you what being dead felt like.

That would be a real pain in the ass to talk through.

The closest you could get to describing it was silence. Not just in the normal sense. Although that were true as well. Nothing made a noise in the black surrounding you had found yourself encased in. One could speculate that it might be the darkness of a coffin, your dead body buried in it for all eternity. But you immediately knew that wasn't true. The soupy expanse before you stretched out for miles and miles in each direction. You didn't know how you knew that, you just did.

You had been here once before. When you were but a mere five years old. The time in your life for chasing balls down the street into traffic and scaling trees as high as your mother would let you. Ironically it had been neither of those things that had gotten you killed. Rather, it was the prick of a rusty nail from your banged up red wagon you had loved at the time. You hadn't known it then, but from that point on, it would take a week for you to die painfully, your body failing prey under the hands of tetanus.

Maybe if you had known what was to become of your future, what was to become your very destiny, then you wouldn't have waisted one of your lives on a stupid fucking wagon.

It wasn't long before that serine silence was broken with the muffled sounds of yelling. If you stretched your ears hard enough, you could barely make out the sounds of explosions. Screaming, pleading. You couldn't tell if they were echos of your last moments, or simply the aftermath of it. Both seemed plausible in that moment as you laid there, floating everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

"—ind our way."

"—xplain to them–"

"—uck off bitc–"

It was fitting that the last sense to come back to you was sight. After all, you had been killed with a shot from a crossbow no less than two inches from your eyes, the ammunition consisting of some stupidly over powered fireworks.

But it did come back. And wherever you were certainly wasn't your bed—the spawn point that had been set ages ago within the walls of L'Maburg turned Manburg. That was evident enough with the way a sky full of colors blazed overhead, smoke purging its normally beautiful hue.

"Hey. Hey! Holy fucking shit balls! Their awake!"

There was only one person that thick accent and crude language could belong too, and you had been long overdue for a visit with him.

Your vocal cords strained for a syllable to grasp onto, failing pathetically as a weak zombie like groan fell from your lips.

"Bruhh. They just died and are already tryin' to try hard life again." A vice directly in your ear chuckled, and you couldnt stop the feeling of dread as you pinpointed who it was.

"Woah, hey. Calm down man. I'm not gonna hurt you or anythin'." Technos grip around you tightened as he kept you from wiggling out of his arms. You heard Tommys loud protests for him to stop manhandling you and eventually Techno sighed, releasing you from the bridal position he had you in—presumably because you had been dead moments ago and weren't really able to walk on your own.

Of course, your legs gave out almost immediately. Against your better judgment, you grabbed onto Techno's plush red cape to steady yourself, drawing a grunt from him as he was jerked back slightly at your added weight.

"Go—" You panted with the effort of speaking, feeling like you could down an entire gallon of water right now. "—fuck yourself Technoblade."

"Yeah, okay I deserve that."

"Holy shit!" Both of your attentions turned to Tommy as he stared at your wobbly figure with his jaw open.

Techno silently asked permission to rest hand on your shoulder, and when you shot a scathing glare his way be backed off, although keeping a close enough distance for you to grab onto his cape.

"Hey Tommathy." You sounded awful and everyone knew it. The words coming out of your mouth were less like words and more like nails on a chalkboard. Not fingernails, literal nails. Like the ones you hammered into coffins.

Okay. Not the best analogy at the moment.

"Here, take this." Tommy patted his pockets for a moment before looking at Techno with a small grin, laughing nervously. The taller man just grumbled something inaudible, rummaging in his own pockets for a moment before bringing out something and beginning to hand it to you.

"Wait no I want to give it to them!"

Techno paused and you could almost hear him rolling his eyes with a small smile as he tossed it over to Tommy, who then proceeded to proudly march what you now knew was a bottle of water over to you.

You heard Techno sigh as he watched you spectate the glass of clear liquid. You didn't care. Let the pink bastard be annoyed. You were allowed some suspicion. He had just killed you after all.

"You don't think that if I wanted to kill you again—" Again. There it was. "—that I would have done it already?"

"Yeah well to be fair, I don't really give shit." You popped the cap with one of your thumbs before tilting your head back to down the entire glass, dropping it on the grass beneath your feet when you were finished.

"Alright I deserved that too."

"Wait a minute." Finally, your legs had started to feel more like some half-frozen jello concoction instead of pure jelly, just enough to where you could weakly push yourself off Techno's cape. Which you think both you and he appreciated. "Where are we?"

The trees and fauna that surrounded you were alien in nature. Of course, you knew that you were in a forest, but you had spent your entire life on this server and had never once seen trees as tall and wide as these. It hadn't been smoke blocking out the beautiful blues of the sky earlier like you thought, but instead clusters of thick branches: the leaves preventing any sunlight from reaching the three of you.

"Well, we were supposed to be at our super secret top base a couple minutes ago, but then you woke up." Tommy puffed his chest out at the mention of his hideaway. A faint name you hadn't heard in a few weeks came to mind, and you let it roll off your tounge as you realized where exactly this forest lead.

"Pogtopia. You're taking me to Pogtopia."

Tommys prideful grin and Techno's overwhelming silence only confirmed your fears.

"No. No you can't fucking take me to Pogtopia. Certainly not with him." Your words tumble over each other in a verbal avalanche as you jutted an aggressive thumb behind you at Techno, really hoping that he was still there and that you didn't look like an idiot pointing at nothing.

"I told ya they wouldn't like it."

"Shut the fuck up Big T, I'm trying to work here." Tommy snapped. And for a moment you could see the fear in his baby blue eyes. It was so hard to remember that he was just a kid sometimes. With Tubbo, at least his boyish face made it easier for others to remind themself that he was still a little kid. One that had been thrust into the harsh spotlight of the world. But Tommy? Little Tommy that had been so eager to grow up and be like his Wilbur? He had been pushed away from the limelight from the very moment L'Manburg's construction had begun. He was the waterboy, running around both literally and metaphorically behind the scenes trying to keep everything together. Loosing what had little childlike quality he had about him in the first place.

In some ways, Tommy was still a scared child. But in most? He was now a soldier with too many scars to bear. And he would have to live with all of them for the rest of his last life.

So you took a breath and steadied yourself in the moment. If not for you, then for Tommy. The boy that could outshine Helios himself.

"I trust you Tommy. I told Tubbo that the day of the festival, however long ago that was. I don't know right now and personally I don't care. So if you think that taking me to Pogtopia really will do some good, then let's go."

Tommy blinked at you once. It reminded you of the way a raccoon would, tilting its head gently while looking at a bag full of chips it wanted to steal. But Tommy wasn't a raccoon, and you weren't a bag of chips. You were just two people that had been through hell and back and then to hell and back again.

"Yeah." He spoke softly, and for a moment you thought you saw his eyes gloss over as he sniffled before the blonde turned away sharply. "It's not far from here, so you shouldn't have much trouble walking. Unless Mr. Blade here wants to, uh, carry you?"

"No."

"Yeah okay. Thought so."

"Will you at least let him, fucken, explain what happened then?"

Your eyes narrowed as you stared down Tommy, before eventually grunting with reluctant nod.

"Not much to explain." Techno shrugged, his many accessories clinking together with the effort. "Schlatt found out 'bout our plan and I had ta make some last minute changes. Couldn't tell ya, you were too close to Schlatt at the moment. Really am sorry 'bout the whole fireworks thing."

"Did he really make an offer to you? For blood and all?"

"Mm. Yeah. I accepted at the time ta keep up appearances, but it came in handy when things went south."

Tommy nodded along with Techno's words, occasionally backing him up with a yeah! Or, that's right!

"So you're telling me." You squinted. "That you really didn't want to kill me?"

"Ehhh not really." Techno shook his head. "I like blood sure, blood for the blood god and all that, but you're alright."

It might not seem like much of a compliment, but you knew when I came to Technoblade that any form of praise was to be appreciated.

"Alright." You finally relented. "Just—don't do it again."

"Wasn't plannin on it." He snorted. And with that you all set off again.

Tommy really hadn't lied about the distance it took to get to Pogtopia. The walk hadn't taken much longer than a simple ten minutes, half of those ten slowed by your constant need for breaks and water. You hadn't remembered dying being this annoying after coming back to life—which you still had question's about regarding why you hadn't spawned in your bed—but then again you had been five. And considering you couldn't remember where you put your own shoes half the time, it wasn't a surprise you had forgotten about the side effects. The very annoying, very exhausting side effects.

Eventually you noticed the changes in your surroundings. Animal sightings were few and far between now—the something going for any kind of colorful plant life. Even the birds had stopped singing, leaving the three of you to walk in an eerie silence that was occasionally broken by Tommys warbly singing—a habit he had picked up during the war you recalled. Now all that was left were trees that were getting bigger and thicker with every step.

All of it led up to one big crack in the ground, Tommy stopping at the bane of it with what could only be described as a tense smile. As you looked over his shoulder and down the edge, vertigo gripped you by the neck and shook you around like a rag doll. You had to scramble backwards, only being able to catch a glimpse of winding staircases leading up and down the walls of mother nature's natura crater.

"Home sweet fucking home. Hope you like potatoes."

Spoiler alert, you did like potatoes. You liked these ones quite a lot actually.

After getting over the fact that they had been grown with dirty rain water and expired seeds, you had taken tentative bites from the first healthy food you had laid eyes on in months. When you were back at Manburg, under the constant watch of Schlatt and all his cronies, you had grown distrustful. That extended to everyone from the servants that were required to clean your room (you had made a hidey-hole for important things inside the foundation of your bedframe) to the gardeners that trimmed trees outside your two story high window (you ended up purchasing a sheet of glass from a local blacksmith on the downlow, the brittle material enchanted so that way you could see out of it, but nobody could see in) and even the cooks that would prepare your meal.

You had taken to relying just on Niki for food. But the baker only knew how to make sweet treats. So as a result, you had been left brushing your teeth twice as long every night after surviving a day on cakes and cookies, praying your teeth wouldn't fall out at a moment's notice.

It's strange, really, how that's what you chose to think about as you sat around a makeshift cobblestone table, munching on potatoes as news of death and despair was retold to you in a detail so deep your skin prickled with the effort. You had come to learn that human mind worked in strange ways when it came to grief. But you really didn't really think potatoes would be the thing to calm you after everything.

You didn't like being alone. Especially not in Pogtopia. Surrounded by stoney (no pun intended) walls that frowned down upon you, all the cracks and crevices filled in with buttons of all types. Wooden buttons, stone buttons, metal buttons, glass buttons. All begging to be pressed. In a moment of curiosity, you had considered the possibility of pushing one before dispelling the thought as quickly as it had come. Waving it away with a pass of your hand like a smoker would do to smoke.

The human mind was a dangerous thing when left unattended to. You knew that. You had seen it one too many times in the eyes of madmen as you walked down the streets at night. And even in the eyes or rich nobles who had hoarded their wealth all to themself, becoming consumed with so much of their own greed they were simply a sick personification of a dragon.

For once it wasn't any of them you had to worry about. Rather yourself. You and the tiny pile of potatoes Techno had oh so graciously left for you in a neat stack as he and Tommy left. Something about a rescue mission and you not being allowed, which torn you between insisting you came with them to give Schlatt hell (if he was even still alive) and staying to rest. But you had ultimately made your decision, one last longing look at the food enough to tip you over the edge.

Still. Something didn't feel right. Something had been bubbling in your chest like molten lead ever since you set your eyes on Pogtopias chambers, air bubbles occasionally surfacing in the thick stew and popping, lighting up your brain with the answer for just a moment before dying out and simmering away. And each time you had to resist the urge to groan in frustration like a child faced with a list of chores.

What had Wilbur always mumbled when you used to peak into his office, finding him looking out his window? A symphony this, symphony that. An unfinished symp-

An unfinished symphony.

The lava in your chest had reached it boiling point.

You looked, and I mean really looked, at your surroundings now. All the buttons surrounding you from wall to wall. The faint smell of gunpowder and red stone. How bits of sand were scattered all across the floor, practically sticking to your already battered shoes.

"Oh Wilbur. Oh no Wilbur."

You could do nothing but stare at the pieces to the puzzle your former leader had left behind for you to find.

He really had gone mad.

"I need him." You numbly realized through a cloudy haze in your mind that only a few other people knew about what Wilbur was planning. Did Techno? Did Tommy? Was that they he had looked so saddened when he had gazed out upon this cesspool he called home? Watching as you walked around it, not knowing what sins had been committed in its very walls. Even if that was the case, Tommy was long gone now. On his way back to that damned country of Manburg. Probably already there too, along with thousands of other people that Wilbur planned to bring to an end.

"I need him." This time you were actually moving. Really moving, searching for anything to write with and write on. Eventually you gave up on going formal and ripped part of your pant leg off, dipping your forefinger in some coal dust that had gathered on the floor to write a message to someone. Someone you hadn't talked to in years.

Wil's gone crazy. Lots of death. L'Manburg. Hurry. Find me.

You paused for a brief moment before adding something that you knew would get your old friends attention.

Techno's here. Need help

"Goddamnit this better work. Now let's see if I still remember how to do this."

Fingertips tasting of ash and coal placed themselves on the inside of your mouth- forming a familiar shape as you blew out harshly, a high pitched whistle following suit.

You didn't have to wait long to bear the fruits of your labor. Only a few seconds of tense silence consumed your time before a jet black crow appeared out of nowhere and landing on your shoulder. Looking at you, it tilted its head sassily, almost as if asking what are you waiting for?

Handing it the piece of fabric with seldom a sentence on it, you nodded at the intelligent creature.

"You know what to do."

You imagined if crows could roll their eyes, this one would have. But it flew off without another second despite its attitude anyways, the only evidence left behind that it had even been there a sleek feather that stuck itself stubbornly in your hair.

It had the easy job. Now it was your turn to carry the weight and find your old friend.

Well, at least before he could commit mass genocide.

The gentle sound of guitar strings being plucked in harmony filled your ears as a soft summers breeze tickled your face.

You would be a fool to call this moment heavenly. Anyone would. It was far from perfection. The holes in your clothes and sunkenness of your cheeks were evident enough of your struggles.

But for a moment, all of that was tossed aside as you leaned against the man next to you, reveling in the warmth that radiated from him even in the hot afternoon.

"Careful there love." Wilbur chuckled, pausing the playing of his guitar to adjust the strings. "Get anymore comfortable and I'll have to carry you back to the van at this rate. Can't be having my best soldier falling asleep on me in the middle of a war."

"We're not on the battlefield though, general." You had used the title jokingly, but a sliver of respect still shimmied its way in there somewhere. It always had and always would for as long as you stood by his side.

"You jest." The British man hummed with approval as he got one of the tunes on his guitar just right, moving on the fix another. "But both you and I know war will never end. Not for people like us."

Your brows furrowed. The blanket both of you were sitting on to protect your legs from the prickly grass shifted as you sat up straighter.

"What do you mean Wil." You frowned. He looked up at you through his lashes, wiry glasses threatening to fall of his long nose before he pushed them up. "We're this close to winning L'Manburg from Dream. She'll finally be real. Your lifes work taken form—our lifes work."

"And how right you are." As the end of his sentence trailed off into nothingness, you raised an eyebrow, recognizing the fact he was about to go on another one of his poetic tangents.

"But?"

"But I am simply a conductor. And orchestrator, if you will, of something much bigger than me. L'Manburg is my unfinished symphony. Always had been and always will." You recognized the far away look in Wilbur's eyes as he stared at you, gently resting his guitar to the side as he took one of your hands in both of his. "This is a song that could, and very well might, go on for ages. Swelling and crescendoing for all eternity."

The though brough a smile to your cheeks. The very same ones that turned hot as Wilbur reached a hand up to cup your jaw with a prideful smile.

"But even as she does on, my dear soldier, once the reins have even taken from me forcefully—a thing all people in power have to go through—the tune will change. Not enough for anyone to notice the difference, oh no. But just enough to where it's always in the back of your mind, nagging you. Screaming and yelling with such an insignificant voice that something is wrong. No one will notice before it's too late and everything comes crashing down from above."

"I'm not sure I understand Wil."

"What I'm trying to say, darling, is that this symphony, as unfinished as it will always be, needs to end with me. By my hands and my hands only. Poetic, isn't it? Built and destroyed by the very same man?"

"You're always poetic, oh esteemed general." You mumbled in amusement. He had lost you again amidst his ramblings, as he always did. But as the rough callous of his thumb ran itself tenderly across the skin on your cheek, you couldn't find it in yourself to really care about anything else.

"Me and you." Hed whispered to you then. "You and I. Our beautiful nation—"

"—together until the end."

Wilbur finished the memory for you as you stepped into the bunker you had been looking for.

It took you exactly one try for you to be able to find him.

It wasn't hard really. You knew that if Wilbur hadn't wanted to be found, then he wouldn't have. If he hadn't wanted you to see the gunpowder on Pogtopias ground, or all the ominous buttons decorating the walls, he wouldn't have. But he did. He wanted you here with him. To witness the great end he had spoken about all those years ago atop a grassy hill. To end what you both had started. Together.

"What fools we were, my old friend." A laugh as bitter as black coffee spilled from Wilbur. He stood against a carefully chiseled wall, lyrics you wished you didn't recognize but still scribbled all over the hollow room like something from a horror movie.

"Since when did we become old friends? Last I checked you were wishing me luck on the downfall of Manburg." It took little effort to speak to him this way. Wilbur had aways been the one person you understood completely. Even now as he laid out a room full of mass destruction in front of you weren't surprised. Dread ridden and horrified maybe, but surprised? When it came to the two of you, neither ever were with the other.

"That was before today's festival though, wasn't it?"

"Both you and I know what I said wasn't true." So this was still the same man that had stared you down from a rooftop as you announced your false allegiance to Manburg. "I was killed by how unimpressed Schlatt was with my performance, remember?"

"Don't—" He held out a hand, hissing angrily. "—say his name. Not you, You don't get to say his name when you're with me."

"What am I, your dog?" You asked, incredulous he would go as far to demand you not speak certain things. "Grow up Wilbur and stop throwing a pity party in your doomsday room like a child. So you lost. You lost the election. You didn't lose me or the dozen other people that would die for you in a heartbeat, and you sure as hell didn't lose Tommy."

He flinched at the mention of the young blonde. Good. Let him stew in the fact he had fucked up. And he really had fucked up. Hard.

"Now come on. I'm tired of fighting today, Wil." The old nickname slipped out as easily as it always had. You supposed even with months of separation there were some old habits you hadn't been able to break. You saw his cold gaze soften in the heat of your words. "Let's go see if we can find everyone, yeah? Try and work this out. Show everyone you're not the bad guy you so desperately want to be."

"You—"

"Mate? What are you doing?"

Both of you froze, albeit for different reasons. Suprise melted into disbelief as you turned on your heal to be met with a set of brilliant black wings, the owner of them watching the both of you curiously.

"Phi." You breathed out, going to hug him tightly. The man wavered in his own moment of surprise before eventually embracing you back, although it didn't last long before he pulled away, eyes flickering down to the missing piece of fabric on your leg with realization.

"I would ask how Techno's doing, but I'm just glad I found you in the first place mate." His tone was serious as he scanned your face, hands resting on the sides of your shoulders like a security blanket. "The crows had a harder time locating you than usual. I just barely stumbled in here on my own anyways. And speaking of which—" His eyes, aged with years of experience and worry, flicked from your face to around the room before eventually landing on the only other person in the room.

"Wil? What's going on? What are you doing."

"Hello dad." Wilbur's voice shook like a child's when they got lost in the grocery store. "I assume they called you?"

"Yeah. And I think for a pretty good reason too, son." Phil took a small step away from you and toward Wilbur instead, the latter stiffening and shuffling closer to the wall behind him.

"What is this place?" Phil sounded more sullen than you had ever heard.

"Okay—I will admit. It's, uh. Do you know what this button is?"

Wilbur stepped to the side just enough to reveal what he had been standing in front of. It was a button, no larger than the size of your palm, with a red x slashed through it.

"Uh huh. I have a feeling I do." Phil spoke cautiously. You had a feeling you did too.

"Have you heard the—the song—" He pointed to the walls. "—on the walls? Before? Have you heard the song? I was just saying—I made this big point and it made—it was poignant, and it was the—it’s um—" He looked at the walls like a man trying to remember his past. "There was a special place, where men could go. But that’s not there anymore, you know? It’s not—"

"It is there!" Phil shouted over his rambling. "You've just gone and won it back Wilbur!"

"PHIL- I’M ALWAYS SO CLOSE TO PRESSING THIS BUTTON, PHIL!"

Both of you waited with bated breath as he tugged at his hair violently, and for just a moment you saw his bloodied scalp. Presumably from where he had done that many times before.

"I’ve been here—I've been here like seven or eight times! I’ve been here—seven or eight times!" Wilbur laughed a cruel laugh, his eyes darting from your face and Phils.

You watched as he took a breath.

"There was a saying. Uh—by a traitor uh—once part of L’Manburg. A traitor, I don’t know if you’ve heard about Eret?" The last part of his sentence was meant for Phil, but at the mention of her name you swallowed down years of tears. Yeah. You remembered them.

"They had a saying." He finally looked at you, offering a small smile. The same smile that got you into all of this in the first place. The same smile that you had loved to see while sitting round a fire, looking at the stars and telling tall tales. The same smile you once had pledged you would follow to the ends of the earth.

"It was never meant to be."

And then he slammed his hand down on the button.

Later you would remember the scream that drew itself from your throat. The way Phils wings covered you as a protective barrier, their soft material deflecting the heat of the TNT that exploded all around you.

But in the moment, all you could focus on was the way Wilbur's flesh sizzled and his bones charred. Burnt with the passion for his country.

Burnt with something that, indeed, was never meant to be.

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[rat-rosemary]

Personally I think a good amount of the dsmp knows how to pole dance, for various reasons

Under the cut for who

KEEP IN MIND POLE DANCING IS A SPORT AND IM NOT SAYING ALL THESE CHARACTERS DO IT BECAUSE OF ANYTHING SEXUAL also these are obviously all C!

- Wilbur -absolutely are you kidding me? Also he has worked some nights just for fun in Las Nevadas, but more often then not his shows are private

- Quackity - It would be embarrassing for him not to know how to, + im pretty sure he canonically knows how

- Tommy and Tubbo - look you don't grow up around someone who pole dances without wanting to try even a little bit

- Fundy - Same reason as Tommy and Tubbo, but there were even more people doing it when he was growing up

- Dream - he absolutely knows how to do it, but hes also the kind of dumbass who learned how to do it to shoot a bow upside down. He was invited to do a show one single night in Las Nevadas and it was a very confusing night for him and for Quackity

- Techno - saw Wilbur doing it, though "how hard can it be?" and fell on his face. Spend the next week doing nothing but learning how to do it. He only really started to learn choreography when he learned Dream knew how to do it as well

- Bad - He thinks its good exercise and that its great to work on the muscles of the arms. He spend so long trying to convince George to learn because he thinks any good archer must know how to pole dance

- Ant - Thought it was fun, wanted to do it to surprise his boyfriend

- Tina - Accidentally bumped into (post prison) Dream when he was on his way to practice and convinced him to teach her. She has no clue that her teacher is Dream

- Foolish - Tina convinced him to go with her with one of her classes, which was very awkward for both him and Dream (also he kinda thought you needed to learn how to do it to work in Las Nevadas)

- Mamacita - Was the one who taught Dream how to do it, is working on teaching her wife (MC)

- Connor - parasocial fuck

- Punz - he leaned after prison to try to impress Dream, but also so he had a reason to work out with him

There are poles both in the middle of the community house and in the middle of church prime

[concreteburialplot]

pretty sure you’re my fellow chase atlantic girlie that i’ve seen posted on my feed but if something chase atlantic x bad omens ever happened i. would. lose. my. mind. like i’m fully aware that noah would have fun posting things just because he likes to create chaos but someone on the bo tiktok account reposted cas’s video and it doesn’t mean anything but like,,, chase atlantic and bad omens are my bread and butter. and i mean they’re aware of each other just saying 🤠

and i’m sure if there ever was a collab someone somewhere would have smth negative to say but they could stfu because those are my angels. LIKE I’M SORRY can you imagine a chase atlantic feature on a song like bad decisions????

i need it. (at the same time i’m not ready for it)

YES! I AM HER! i am your fellow chase / omens girlie lmao

(just seeing their logos side by side like that makes me feel dizzy & makes my heart explode)

i actually hadn’t heard anything about the repost so thank you for bringing it to my attention! i just about lost my mind 🥲 my fav boys interacting ? 😭 my heart 😩 they are also my babies so get it 100% 🥺

(you didn’t ask for this but i’m offering it anyway 🥲)

so, couple things that come into play here that i think are interesting

warning: beyond this point will contain lengthy unnecessary, unasked for, unwarranted & disorganized reaching, theories, wishful delusional thinking & dissection. i am a swiftie at heart so it’s a reflex to look too much into cryptic behavior lol

+ rambling bc i’m a gemini who loves chase atlantic & rarely gets to talk about them to anyone so 🥲💔

i’m also aware that omens x chase fans are very niche & nobody actually cares what i have to say about this topic but whatever 🥲💔 i just need to get this out 🥲

1 - i have known for a while that at least noah knows about / is a fan of chase atlantic. i believe he liked a tweet about them a while ago, when chase was doing a livestream i think? & he’s posted about them before, example here:

whether or not chase knows about bad omens i’m not sure but they probably do now at least

2 - Omens & Chase are under the same management company! They’re both under MDDN, so they’re at least in the same circles

3 - as much as i’d KILLLLL to hear chase feature on bad decisions i unfortunately don’t think noah would be down for it (i think he’s stated before he’s not open to features on bad omens’ discography ?? but i could be mistaken) - so the more likely scenario in the realm of (unrealistic) features would be noah featuring on a chase song

4 - the Bad Omens official tiktok account has only reposted 6 videos total, besides cas’ & the other 5 were specifically about the band - with how they handle their social media i find it interesting that they’d do that

also

obviously Kras is in CA so them reposting it isn’t out of the ordinary BUT both band accounts reposted the same day (even tho the video itself was posted 6 days ago, they both reposted the next day) - again just interesting

5 - the audio on the tiktok was mamacita so that begs the question that if there WERE to be a collab … would it be noah featuring on mamacita …………. bc the thought of that …. makes my head spin 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 (we also been knew that noah’s music taste is vast, so him being interested in / open to featuring on a different genre track, especially of a band he likes, isn’t THAT crazy to imagine)

6 - however the caption cas’ tiktok was something like “christian said that if you use this filter he’ll show you his verse on mamacita” so that could mean a couple things IF a collab is being teased

a - it’s not actually kras’ verse it’s noah’s

b - kras’ verse could be first & noah’s 2nd (😵‍💫)

c - they’re hinting at a feature on another song on chase’s upcoming album

d - there is no collab & i’m a clown for believing that there could be (it’s this one)

7 - we know chase is open to having features from different genres & are pretty lax about who they work with (& lax in general)

8 - i’m unsure how well the collab would be received - i think noah featuring on chase would go over significantly better than the other way around but still idk - chase’ fanbase seems a lot more chill than omens

REGARDLESS i fear for chase if they collab bc [a lot of] bad omens fans are mean, judgy & ruthless especially about artists outside of metal/metalcore. chase’s fandom is fairly chill (in my experience) & unfortunately i honestly think any interaction with bad omens would bring a lot of unnecessary drama & hate to them :///// and i can smell the “bad omens is selling out” accusations from here

9 - again i think the repost was really interesting & unusual for their normal social media activity/strategy & so the fact that it���s so out of the ordinary + subtle + sneaky ON TOP OF ALLL of those other factors ^ has got me extremely intrigued

10 - that all being said ……. unfortunately as you touched on, Noah is a troll at heart, so he could very well just be causing mischief - for what reason, nobody knows - also choosing that tiktok was so random ?? so ?? [especially since it was cas’ tiktok, not chase or even their members??]

i’m interested to see if there’s any other sneaky interactions between them moving forward - noah loves taylor swift so he may be taking a page or 2 from her book & starting to get more cryptic as their fanbase expands ?? lol

seeing kras on the same page of an omens official account really made me feel crazy. that is something i never ever thought i’d see, thought i was hallucinating lol (i love them so much 🥹)

i am slightly hopeful but also ready to be disappointed lol

am i a fool for underestimating noah sebastian’s troll behavior? probably

has he trolled me before? yes

will i have too much faith in him to not troll me again after this? yeah :/

regardless,

anyway sorry this is ridiculously long for no reason & nobody actually cares about my insane hypothesizing 🥲 if anyone got this far, you’re a trooper & i’m giving you a star

i was just really really really excited about this bc i love them both so much & nobody else cares & it made me really sad but it’s fine 🥲🥲💔💔

[sing-me-under]

I just realized I never posted all of my c!Dream variants in one place??? I made these back in October then posted each one separately, but they’re all part of a collection.

Row 1: c!Dream (early canon, main, post-prison)

Row 2: Mamacita, Drista, NotDream123

Row 3: Francis, DreamXD, Cornelius

Row 4: Mexican Dream, Ranbob, Hubert

Headcanons under the cut:

I like the theory that Cornelius and Francis are both DreamXD. Cornelius is DreamXD before ascending to godhood, and Francis is just DreamXD fucking around in c!Dream’s skin (and c!Connor know this)

Before the SMP, c!Dream sold his skin to DreamXD in exchange for… something. He doesn’t remember doing this though. That’s why DreamXD looks like c!Dream. That’s also why c!Dream has void underneath his hair.

Mamacita, DreamXD, and c!Dream are the only True Dreamons left since all the others were either hunted down (Overworld) or simply went extinct (The End).

c!Ranboo is a dreamon-endermen hybrid originating from The End. He’s not a Dream variant though, so I didn’t include him. Although… even though dreamon halos are supposed to be completely unique, Ranbob has the exact same halo as Ranboo.

NotDream123 (aka Tom Simmons) and Hubert the Butler are just regular dreamon hybrids (in the same way most players are some sort of mob hybrid) with no connection to c!Dream or DreamXD. They’re just two guys.

MD is not a dreamon. He just adopted Mamacita’s culture.

Technically! c!Drista is not a dreamon. In my own headcanon, she’s actually the entity personification of the entire Dream SMP that took on the appearance of the SMP’s owner, c!Dream, and the local deity, XD.

[chaigirly]

C ai Characters 1

The last of us:

Ellie Williams

Heard your princess was hot, where is she?

I met her when I was still with my ex

You’re the only one who understands

I see how you look at my sister

Only love can hurt like this

Partners in crime

I just wanna get high with my lover

If you gave me a chance I would take it

All I want is one more day with her

Must have been a deadly kiss

Cause I’m a jealous jealous jealous girl

Her moves, her moves, she is mythical

You’re too slow, try keep up with me now

Merry Christmas to you

It’s so lonely in my mansion

When does the reason become the blame?

And when you go away, I still see you

You’re the star I look for every night

I’ve been waiting for you

Shut up and drive

You’re the greatest love of my life

Joel Miller

You wanna scream don’t call me kid

She a bad little bitch, she a rebel

Don’t cry no tears now it’s Christmas baby

“I like you,” what’s stopping you?

Dina Woodward

Got kinda drunk and told her that I liked her

But I think I’m liking her more

That’s my mamacita yeah

Jesse

You’re my best friend I’ll love you forever

I just wanna be your sweetheart

Call of Duty:

Simon Ghost Riley

When I see you again

I was enchanted to meet you

There was something in the air that night

Now that you’re under our spell

Open your eyes

She only exists in the dark of my room

I’m faking all of this so they’ll take me

The only memory is us kissing in the moonlight

König

Sorry it’s over

Baby are you mine?

The Quarry:

Dylan Lenivy

I dreamt about you all summer long

Lovely to be rained on with you

Why don’t we go somewhere only we know

Have yourself a Merry little Christmas

Xoxo kisses hugs

Let’s be friends so we can make out

You’re my moonlight

We gonna party like it’s 3012 tonight

I might get lost without you

Would I lie to you?

Kaitlyn Ka

You call me, “I love you”

City lights never shine as bright as your eyes

Max Brinly

My love mine all mine

I can see the pain in your eyes

When does a man become a monster?

If you keep leading me into your room

Nick Furcillo

That boy is a monster

Last Friday Night

Run away fast as you can

Emma Mountebank

Girl, you’re such a backstabber

I’m addicted to my passion, fashion

Begging on her knees to be popular

Abigail Blyg

It’s in your smile, it’s in your eyes

My first kiss went a little like this

Jacob Custos

Oh no she likes another boy

In the center of the ring just like a circus

Let me get what I want this time

Detention

Clapton Davis

Last Christmas I gave you my heart

I’m getting feelings that I didn’t before

Stilettos and fishnets if that’s what you like

In my room, you and I

Arcane

Vi

I ain’t stopping till I see police lights

All you’ll ever have is one day with me

Jinx

Mama I’m in love with a criminal

Call me babydoll

You’ll see my face in every place

Divergent

Tobias Four Eaton

I can’t believe we’re finally alone

Welcome to Vegas baby

I wanna show you off

Resident Evil

Leon Kennedy

It’s born from just one glance

Carlos Oliveira

I would trade the world to see my son and wife

Touch me like nobody else does

Rise of the Guardians

Jack Frost

Rises the moon

Five Nights At Freddy’s

Mike Schmidt

I keep forgetting I should let you go

This that college dropout music

Red Dead Redemption

Javier Escuella

It all fell down, it all fell down

Only if you knew how much I liked you

Dutch van der Linde

I got a bad feeling about you

Think I need someone older

Arthur Morgan

When you close your eyes, do you picture me?

Spiderverse

Miguel O’Hara

I can be a better boyfriend than him

Hobie Brown

I’m breaking dishes up in here

Peter Parker

How could I hurt you?

What’s on your mind? I said, “your skin”

But girl I’m only human

I told you once I can’t do this again

Well you don’t know me but I know you

Miles Morales

I know that we’re more than friends

“I love you baby,” I think I love you too

DC Universe

Jaime Reyes

When does a candle become a blaze?

[uswnt5]

I understand if you don't want to post this, Gos. But here it goes.

Ok, I was at the game last night. You know how some people say certain people look even more attractive in real life than in photos? Last night, C proved it to be true. However, I overheard some Club America dudes behind me cat-calling CP when she walked onto the pitch, "Ayye, who is that? Marry me mamacita!" (super major gross cringe) and my idgaf GF said out loud, "Her name is Christen Press, she's taken. By a woman named Tobin Heath." I immediately proceeded to move my gf and I to another area in the stands because those dudes faces changed so fast in complete silence. It just reaffirmed to me why CP must have security at BMO. F*cking creeps.

ha wow! Love your gf's attitude!

[purpleglitch]

C!Dream (November 2022)

Experimented with Sai (1) and CSP (2) after the DSMP season 1 finale :D

Additional Notes ^_^

I think this is going to be my definitive C!Dream post-prison design, I had a doodle of how he looked like before pandora but I lost it lmao. Don't pay attention to the placements of the scars and wounds because I put them there randomly so in future drawings they might be changed. Also my C!Dream wears green eyeshadow because he thinks it will make him look intimidating and badass without the mask (C!Punz helps him applying it).

My headcanon is that C!Dream along with other Dream related characters like Mexican Dream, Mamacita, NotDream123, Cornelius, etc. are all from the same species. Silly little creatures if you will.