#sky's 👻 anon

[our-blood-is-our-ink]

please share the thoughts

agatha being this carefree and curious witch who explores magic for fun but once you show her the darkhold it twists that curiosity into an obsession with power that grows stronger every night you meet her 😵‍💫

also, demonstrating certain spells on her and in turn allowing her to practice them on you 😏🤤

-👻

Let me know if you want the alternative thoughts I had that were sparked by your ask as well! ❤️

Warnings: contains minor smut, mentions/allusion of abuse

You realizing how vulnerable Agatha is when she one day shows up sobbing on your doorstep about not being good enough.

"maybe you're just not being allowed to practice the right sort of witchcraft"

Poisoning her against her mother, slowly and carefully.

It shouldn't be very hard, but Evanora (quite literally as you eventually learn) had beaten Agatha into submission, doing her best to mold Agatha into who she thinks her daughter ought to be.

Agatha thrives off of learning dark magic

It calls to her in a way other witchcraft hasn't

She also has a budding crush on you

At first she thought it was the new form of witchcraft, that it just simply makes one feel like they're on fire and desperate to be touched

Turns out, it's just you

She figures it out when she finally gets brave enough to practice dark magic alone

After realizing this, she becomes an adorable mess for you, constantly tripping over her words and feet, blushing whenever you brush against her

She's not very subtle, you pick up on it fairly easily

So you find an excuse to 'help' position her, and you can hear how her breath catches as your front brushes up against her back

"you know, you just had to ask for me to touch you like this, you don't need to pretend to need help getting your body into the right position"

Agatha is stuttering trying to deny it, but when you give her neck an open mouthed kiss her own moan cuts her off

"there are some spells we haven't talked about, I didn't think you'd be interested, but now..."

"what spells?"

"pleasurable ones"

Agatha asks you to demonstrate, she doesn't quite believe you

You predict her needs and tell her to hold onto your shoulders, turning her around, before flicking a hand

Agatha's knees buckle as you magically stimulate her, her mouth opening wide in a big 'o'

She's always been innocent in most other things before, like magic and her understanding of the world, and this is just one more thing you take and claim for yourself, guiding Agatha forward on the dark path you've set for the two of you to share

You don't let up the spell until her eyes roll up and she collapses

She awakens in your bed, surrounded by the scent of you

She realizes it's because you're holding her against your chest, lightly dozing

She gently shakes you awake

"can I do that to you"

You smile at her, before asking her if she wouldn't rather undress you first

Agatha's eyes are big and round and so full of want and lust

They're pits ringed with ocean blue

You direct her to leave bruises and hickies as she slowly rids you of your clothes

"don't be scared of hurting me. I want you to mark me"

She gets rough fast, and surprises you by biting sharply into your skin, hard enough to draw blood

When she realizes she rushes to apologize but stops when you let out an unrestrained moan

Needless to say practicing dark magic quickly falls to the wayside for a few weeks while you learn each other's bodies and how to being the other the most amount of pleasure possible

You start to incorporate teaching her dark magic into it once you realized how hooked she is

"you're really just a slut, aren't you" you'd laugh, teasing as Agatha desperately whines "so willing to do anything I say as long as you get to have my fingers or tongue buried in you"

One day Agatha comes storming in, furious and angry

"someone's having a bad day"

"shut up"

You raise a brow. "Is that how you speak to me?"

"I said shut up"

You appraise her before you find the answer you're looking for

You get on your knees

Agatha is startled

"I- what?"

"you need to blow off some steam." You explain. "And to feel like you can control something. So use me. Tell me what to do, and I'll listen. I'll be your perfect fuckdoll."

Agatha doesn't want to admit how wet that makes her, but goddess is she dripping

"unless of course you want to continue to give up contr-"

You're cut off by Agatha squeezing your cheeks painfully, jerking your head up to meet her gaze.

"I thought I told you to shut up, bitch"

You're unbearably turned on by the dark look in her eyes

You do your best to nod, and Agatha smiles sharply as she lets go of you

It won't always be like this, you won't always let Agatha be in charge, but if it'll help further push her to become the darkest possible version of herself that you could see? You'd gladly pay any price as long as she stayed yours.

When she's brutally fucking into you with three of her fingers, it happens. Your magics connect on an intimate level, and you both peak at the exact same split second as Agatha's magic feeds off of yours, utter ecstasy coursing through the two of you

"more" Agatha gasps once she's able to draw breath into her lungs. "I need more."

She craves the dark magic now, can feel how powerful it is as it courses through her

"feed off of the darkhold" is what you say. Magic like that is so saturated in darkness that if Agatha were to do it she'd never be able to turn away from the dark magic

She'd also never be able to turn away from you, from the high your once pure magic can give her that the book can't, something you ensured by carefully ensuring there will always be a part of your magic that goes whole and untouched

It's not any wonder to you when the next month Agatha stumbles into your room in the middle of the night, babbling about how she accidentally killed her entire coven, how her mother's corpse now lays rotting in the middle of the forest

You guide her to lay down, and she doesn't realize what you're doing until you thrust into her, having fashioned a strap on out of magic, and she can't help the way she moans, how her eyes roll as you manage to somehow stroke that spot deep inside her

"you might not want to admit it" you whisper against her lips "but you're dripping wet. I'm willing to bet it's because murdering people turns you on"

And Agatha hates how right you are, hates that she realized how arousing it was to consume not just another's magic, but their life magic, hates how close she is from it all

She cries as she comes undone around you, she cries as she begs you to continue to make her body feel good, cries as she thinks about how she doesn't regret the deaths, but regrets her lack of ability to be good

She cries as she wishes she had more witches to feed on, cries because she wants the power so badly it hurts, and cries as she asks you to infuse her blood into the darkhold so she can fill the void that now sings inside her, demanding to be fed

You kiss every tear away, whispering reassurances and promises and

"use it. Use their deaths as a sacrifice to the god Chthon and ask that he bless you with more power"

After that, Agatha is no long quite human. But neither are you, as she had insisted the both of you be blessed, since you're the one to have helped her, the only person to love her as she is, and not as who you wanted her to be (what Agatha doesn't know won't hurt her)

And the death of an entire coven, one that Agatha was bound to by blood? A worthy sacrifice indeed.

Agatha is insatiable after that, constantly needing you, and you find yourself absolutely loving how desperate she is, how it gives you a thrill every time you remember how innocent she once was and how it was your guiding hand that corrupted her into a creature of your own doing

"you're perfect" youll tell her

"and you, my love, are without flaw" she'll purr back

And there is not a single person able to convince either of you otherwise

[boundbyeclipse]

angels of snow

genre : fluff

word count : 673

tags : younger!reader x current!james, a curse word used, all of this just purely fluff

a/n : idea suggested by my 👻 anon, this was so much fun to write even if it’s short and not a full on fic. i hope you enjoy this one! 🤍

It was a cozy little evening with you and James both relaxing at home. You were in the kitchen making some tea while James sat on the couch, watching some tv. The sky was getting darker within minutes as clouds emerged together, creating a gloomy atmosphere outside.

“Here’s your tea, darling” you made your way back to the living room and put the cups down on the table right in front.

“Thank you, sweetheart. Did you put any honey in it?” James flashed you a smile while rubbing the back of your palm with his thumb.

“Fuck” you whispered and rushed to get some honey while he was laughing at the way you almost ran to the kitchen. James always found it quite funny how you cursed to yourself whenever something minor would happen, whether it’s you forgetting stuff or just being clumsy. But he liked it, it made you even more lovable and special in his eyes. Even if you both had an age gap and people gave you certain looks whenever you two went out, overtime, you grew to not give a damn about that. And James was more than proud of you for being so brave and strong.

Right when you closed the doors of the cabinet you took a look outside and noticed a thin layer of snow quickly building into a thicker one as it began to snow with chunky snowflakes. You gasped at the view.

“James! It’s snowing!” you let him know.

He looked over in your direction and stood up, making his way to the kitchen’s window. While you stood there watching, a set of tattooed thick arms found their way around your waist as James stood tall behind you. It painted a smile on your face and you turned your head a little, looking up at him.

“Do you want to go outside and make some snow angels?”

“I’ve got an angel right here in my arms” he says, booping your nose to which you reacted with a giggle.

“Come on! Let’s put on our coats and get a little playful, please?” you gave him puppy eyes with pursed lips, hoping he gives in and agrees to this idea. He sighed and nodded.

“Let’s go. But let’s make it quick, or the tea will go cold”

“Okay” you nodded with extra excitement and gave him a kiss on the lips as you went to dress up.

Once ready, both of you stepped outside and found a perfect spot in your backyard for the snow angels. It was snowing aggressively the first few minutes, but as soon as you got in positions, the weather suddenly calmed down and it was now slow and pretty.

“It’s snowing so beautifully, don’t you think?” you asked, looking over at your man.

“I agree with that. Crazy how it switched up so fast too”

“I know” you giggled, reaching to grab his hand which you held onto tightly.

With one look, you both began to do the snow angels while skilling to yourselves in happiness. Moments like this felt magical and you wished they could last forever. But the cold snow began to send shivers down your body and you got up first.

“It’s really cold, we should go back”

“Yeah. I really need that tea” he smiled, walking you both to the back door and opening it for you to enter first. That gesture of his always made you feel giddy and happy. Excitement was always hard to cover up when it came to James being a gentleman. You absolutely adored him.

“Here’s the honey I forgot”

“Thank you, love. Do you think we should watch a movie now”

You hummed and narrowed your eyes, bringing your index finger to your chin while figuring out what that movie could be.

“What about Grinch? Old classic”

“That’s perfect, babe” James looked at you while stroking your cheek and gave you a warm kiss as he pulled a blanket over you both and handed you your cup of still warm tea.

[jupiter-letters]

Klaus Hargreeves x queerplatonic!reader hcs pls? I fell in love with that idea ages ago sorry

Klaus Hargreeves x Queerplatonic Reader

A/N: Sure thing anon! I've never heard of a queerplatonic relationship before so I learned something new, thank you! I did a little research on it, I hope you like it. 👻🔮

now playing: Alone Together-Fall Out Boy

A lot of people make the assumption that the two of you are 'together together' because you're rarely seen apart but you do at some point make it clear you're not dating.

The relationship you both share is so fluid you couldn't do it the disservice of saying you're 'just' friends or 'just' dating. The affection Klaus has for you can't be limited to just one thing, just like himself.

In said relationship, he is slightly less touchy feely than a romantic relationship , unless you feel comfortable with more. Klaus has a lived a very physically starved life apart from a few hugs of support and pity from his family. He uses it to ground himself when he feels overwhelmed.

During a stressful conversation he appreciates you give him a comforting hand to hold or your head on his shoulder. Being able to touch someone casually without fear of how they'll retaliate is a nice change of pace. You're so generous with it too, letting Klaus basically hang off you like a coat. Always near and ready to embrace him.

Going on unusual outings with Klaus, you'll both just go to abandoned houses and listen to some old records together. He'll try to slow dance with you too, not well but he likes feeling your heart beat against his. Dancing with Klaus in general is always fun, when he feels comfortable going back to clubs again you'll have a blast together. You'll be bouncing up and down to techno music and kissing each other every few minutes.

If you guys live together, he'll come into your room and poke you awake. Klaus will find some ridiculous way to wake you up everyday, he'll poke your face till you wake up so he can show you a funny video he found. One time he woke you up to show you a creepy victorian doll he bought at the thrift store.

"Hey, hey, wake up, check out this little beauty I rescued last night." and the doll is just looking at you like this "👁️👄👁️".

Klaus will be very supportive when you want to go on dates, there's never a jealousy issue with him. If he sees someone eyeing you during an outing he'll make a great cheerleader. Klaus is also very intuitive, if some person gives off a bad vibe he'll hiss at them and they'll leave you alone.

Going trick or treating as grown ass adults in cheap costumes for the fun of it. You wear two costumes, one as a ghost so you can repeat houses even if people know it's you two again.(They either give you the candy or chase you off the porch.) The other is whatever you chose. You spend the rest of the night feeding each other candy under the starry sky.

Thanks for reading! Lemme know what you think. Please like or reblog if you like my stuff.

[robin-5-technically]

List of anon nicknames:

🐈‍⬛/🔴🟢/❤️💚—ME

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🐦/💙🖤 — Nightwing (anyone)

T — Mother (anyone)

👻— Martha Wayne’s ghost. (anyone?)

❤️💙— Superboy @super-ya-boi

🚬 🥃 — Constantine @h3llblazer

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🐌 — Snail. Escargot. Youngest Sibling. Half an apple tall. @secretly-a-snail

✨ — Sparkle. Sentient Glitter. Deity. Pixie dust.

🦝 — Raccoon. Emoji anon. Shift (I dunno, that’s what my brain has referred to them as)

�� — Poet anon. The bard.

🎤 — Mic. Sing-along. Pitch. @microphone-pals

🦈🍋 — Lemon Shark. Sky shark. Pigeon grabber.

@soursharkboi

🦇💍 — Vampire anon?? Prev “wanna date Batman” anon

🍃 — Pile of leaves. Weed anon.

💵 — Stack. Anon who bet on me. College one. Loid. (I dunno. I picture you as loid from spy family for some reason) @stacked-silver

📖 — Archive @book---anon

blue — Blue.

🌺 —Hibiscus. Just a flower.

💥 — Kapow. Boom.

🚫🛁 — No shower. Angst anon. Kyubey. @angst-anon-at-your-service

🪡— Sewsie. @sewing-needle-anon

🛏️— Squeaky. Eep anon.

🌷— Soup witch

🐺— Moro (princess mononoke wolf) @bitey-wolf-anon

🧟— Zee.

🪆— Dolly. @nesting-doll-anon

🎑— Haunted painting from the attic I was not supposed to touch but couldn’t resist because art.

✂️— Clip @sharppalls

🔪— Dice @dice-n-slice-bitvh

🎉— confetti canon anon

🌑— bitch ass mf who threatened and killed superboy then brought him to life just to fuck with me, I’ll kill you I’ll kill you I’ll kill- ((that is in character btw)) @dark-moon-inc

🪷—pixie

No nicknames yet:

👽 🐹 📖 🌸🧸 😶‍🌫️

[mintawasalreadytaken]

i saw in ur pinned post that ur into horror & am curious if you’ve extended that into fics at all? do you have recommendations?

i recently got SLIGHTLY into drarry + horror-ish vibes in fics and only read a few but i fell in LOVE with “Yours Is The Earth (Hold On, Hold On)” by chickenlivesinpumpkin - and it was like just the right amount of fucked up & just the right amount of like ‘holy shit??? DAMN’ with normal drarry in it.

was wondering if u had any similiar spooky time recs for drarry fics- maybe??

(‘: thank u so much ( ur works are so large they scare me a bit but i’ve bookmarked them for a less coward me in the future )

🦇 SPOOKY DRARRY RECS! 👹

hullo and THANK YOU for this rec! i am dearly thankful to get 100k+ of deliciously dark writing to sink into!

unfortunately, while i know i've read some really great drarry horror, it's lost to my AO3 history instead of bookmarked, so i'll be damned if i could remember or find any of it ☠️ my bad.

instead, i asked some fandom buds for their spooky drarry favs. in no particular order, here they are:

🔪 cruel blade by @wheezykat

Drowning in his grief after the murder of his husband, Draco will do anything to bring him back.

But this is not Harry. This is something else entirely.

🧠 mastermind by @schmem14

Draco Malfoy has been with Hermione Granger, is currently dating Harry Potter, and he's determined to have Ron Weasley at any cost. He has to complete his set of three, after all…

🌊 saltwater stain by @the-starryknight

Seven days stuck on a boat investigating a rogue ghost wouldn't be so bad if Harry didn't want Draco so much. Draco has his rules and Harry's content to follow them, but the air feels different away from the shore. Is it possible that the sea could offer Harry something impossible on land?

📚 i demand a soft epilogue by @the-starryknight

James didn't arrive on the Hogwarts Express, and so Harry hasn't slept in a week. Something has brought him back to the stoop outside a building marked "Library" in gold letters. He's going to go inside. Maybe the Librarian can help.

🩸 in our blood by @secretsalex-blog

Draco is an accomplished pure-blood curse breaker, and Harry is tasked with accompanying him on his latest job—cleaning up the Van Boer mansion, which has been under a devastating fertility curse for seven generations.

🎃 the other cottage by @corvuscrowned If Pansy wasn’t shagging Ginny Weasley, Draco would never have been dragged to Luna’s ridiculous Halloween party in the first place - meaning he wouldn't be sitting in the corner of the room with Harry Potter all night.

But when a strange comet passes overhead, things start to get even weirder than usual.

As the night unfolds, Harry and Draco are forced to grapple with strange realities, reckon with new sides of themselves, and find their way back before the comet finishes crossing the sky.

👻 on the last day by @thusspoketrish

Draco is still mourning the recent loss of his mother when the Wizarding World is struck with the tragic news of Harry Potter’s untimely death. It’s just his luck that Potter not only comes back as a ghost, but seems intent on haunting Draco as he’s the only one that can see him. It’s a race against time to retrace the last few days of Potter’s life in order to find his body before he’s lost to the living or spiritual realm forever. On their journey, they’ll uncover secrets, betrayals, and a horrific truth that will disrupt both the living and the dead.

🏚️ the manor by @kittycargo

There was something wrong with the Manor.

✨bonus points / non-Drarry✨

🐓 tidewracked, sidetracked by @vukovich (Luna/Theo)

A Cursed professor. An attractive Cursebreaker. A hut that grew chicken legs and rampaged around Hogwarts.

☁️ flour & flesh by anon (Pansy/Hermione) The cottage on the hill is shrouded in clouds like a secret. Our secret. In some muggle neighborhood lore, I’m sure we’re the witches inside, granting a glimpse of the future in exchange for a rusted penny. And no one else could find us unless they knew the way.

i'll shamelessly self-rec my whumptober collection and this erotic body horror fic replete with puns for you to sample as well.

do you have a fav spooky drarry fic to share? leave your recs in the comments/links in a reblog!

thx to @prolix- @kittycargo @the-starryknight @fictional @schmem14 @nv-md @citrusses @vukovich & @kittycargo for the recs xo

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

Meanwhile with other.

Ortho looks at the sky: I have a sister in law now!

Ace: Wha—

Ortho: They both just making a vow and exchange their ring!

— 👻 anon

Deuce: How do you know that?

Ortho: I just do.

[yourlocaltreesimp]

I noticed ya like Sky the most out of the boys after scrolling through your fics, so I decided to leave you with some too. So here we have: Music fluff! YAY! ~*~ Sky was in pure bliss right now, and he knew it.

The gang had set up camp for the night, and him and you decided to meet up at some point in the night, via your request. Now, Sky was expecting a talk, maybe some cuddles if he was lucky.

What he wasn't expecting was for you to be there with your favorite instrument in one hand and his harp in the other, passing him the golden stringed instrument with a sly little grin.

He loved to play his harp to express himself sometimes, you knew this very well. So you decided to use it as a bonding thing.

The two of you playing melodies under the moonlight, with a idiotic smile on both of your faces- It was perfect for him.

Once you both got tired of playing he draped his sailcloth across your shoulders and pulled you into his side with a lovesick smile, his silent way of saying 'thank you'.

Suffice to say the gang found you both cuddling, dead asleep under the rising sun, with your instruments laying on the ground.

~*~

-👻anon

i love you.

💍

Please, take my hand

[anticidic]

Trick or Treat~ ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

hi there anon!! I reached into my bag of goodies at random, let's see what I got for you. 👻

Here was a home cherished and loved unlike the little room he rented back in the business district. The coziest, most crushing home that smelled like the neck of his first lover, tasted like whiskey and felt like rope every time he stepped foot inside. A floor of eggshells and uncertain expectations gathered here, carpet soft beneath his feet. Under the low light, he witnessed the tiny trickling of dust particles sparkling, reflecting against the rain-streaked window. But he remembered there used to be snow. Some minutes or long hours ago. Distant days, way-off weeks. Now somewhere else. It would be here again, late January if they were lucky, early March if they weren't. It no longer snowed on Christmas like it used to, and it likely would not ever again. The world had changed. Dazai changed. He reached for his coat, cold to the touch and flaked with slush. A black coat. Where he thought he misplaced his tan one, he realized this was the wrong world. He did not own a tan coat. And he never would. Not here. It hurt. And there beside the window, Chuuya sat, dog-earing a novel worn to time and angry fingers gripping page ends and tearing them. Dazai heard every rip. Paper straining against hand, yielding to the silent irritation and pressure with a jaw clenched and eyes downcast that refused to greet him—let alone look at him ever since the clock struck midnight and he stood at the front door blinking away the rain that fell from the sky. The lingering aftertaste of wine soured into sorrow, regret. He longed to return to the first sip of berries ripe with age and garnished with a lemon. Warm memories violently pulled from him, and maybe he would've preferred that from Chuuya, but instead Dazai was left gasping for air in the cold. Chuuya slammed the book shut and set it down. He appeared and disappeared in a blink, dancing between Dazai's vision as he approached. The bandages secured around Dazai's head suddenly felt damp, right where he covered an eye. Before his eyes and piercing right through him was the blistering apathy of fucking done. Even the crackling sparks of anger dulled to nothing. He couldn't make Chuuya's lungs glow anyway, only cry. And maybe not even that anymore. Left was a pair of trembling hands that hung on tight as they cupped his face, with Dazai acutely aware of every scar and callous that marred Chuuya's skin. The feeling of sandpaper dragged down his cheeks, slow, reluctant to let go. The touch burned. But it also attracted.

ask box trick-or-treat (fic writer edition)

[desires-of-chain]

Hello!! 👻 anon back to bring you pt 1 of the 2 part mini fic I mentioned last time. As promised, I'm sharing it with you.

(If anyone figures out who I am, shhhh! I enjoy being an anon on here.)

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Twilight could hear you try to sneak back in the house after a few hours of disappearing. He could also tell by the scent that followed you in, where you had been. He was barely paying attention to the conversation in front of him now between Sky and Wild as he saw Warriors coming into the kitchen. He knew Wars was going to have something to say, per usual.

Sure enough, the moment you walked past the entrance of the kitchen to get to the staircase, Wars spotted you. “Ooo, what do we have here? I know that bag.” The comment made everyone’s head come up and see the black bag with a big, red lipstick print on it. All the older boys knew where it was from, the adult store in town.

Your face became heated and Twilight’s chest tightened at the site of you blushing. You crossed your arms with a glare, saying, “Of course you know where the bag is from. You practically live there after you get paid.”

Wars laughed, “That’s because I have good taste. You have at least four people here that would happily take the place of whatever you bought. Why not just ask?”

Time was coming down the steps and you smiled. Time would have your back. “Aww, you wanted to be asked? Wars, I would ask Time to fuck me before you.”

Time didn’t skip a beat. “I appreciate the compliment, sweetness, but that would be up to my wife.” He kissed the top of your head before slapping Wars up side the back of his. “Leave them alone to their privacy for once.”

Everyone snickered at Wars, but Twi was looking at you only. Your eyes caught his and it made you bite your bottom lip.

For once it was Twilight’s day off and he could hear the soft breaths of you napping in your room a couple of hours ago when he checked on you last and he was half way down the hall to check on you again when he heard something. Your bed springs squeaked and there was a sound of a lid popping open. Something light hit the floor and Twi could smell the slightest scent of strawberries then the growing scent of your arousal.

He tiptoed the rest of the way, avoiding the noisy parts of the wooden floor. Your door was ajar and he got a good glimpse of you in the mostly dark room. You had three fingers buried inside your entrance, sliding in and out to stretch yourself. You softly whimpered as you started to rock on your fingers.

Twilight’s pants were becoming uncomfortably fitted as he continued to watch you. He would never be the type to be called a peeper, but he was captivated by you. He watched you remove your fingers and grab whatever you had bought earlier. It was a thick, dark green and black dildo. The slick sound of you smothering it in lube made his ears twitch.

He saw you brace the toy under you and line it up with your wanting hole. You inserted the tip in before slowly sinking further down onto it. Your breath caught, then moaned as you kept going. He was impressed by how quickly you were taking in the toy.

With nothing else to do, Twilight shamelessly began to rub his hand along his hardening length still trapped inside his pants. He was getting lost in the sounds of your moans, sighs and panting when you spoke. “Twi…” There was no way you knew he was there. His heart stopped as he waited. You were riding the dildo like an unbroke stallion, still calling out his name. You were getting louder until you sank all the way down and cursed. “Fuck!... fuck… I want it to be him. I want Twi.”

He debated on walking in or on going back to his room to see if you would come searching for him, but he knew you were too shy for that. He took his chances and walked in. His shirt landed next to yours and he unbuttoned his pants. There was a soft sob and sniffle as they toy exit you and kept whispering how much you wanted Twi.

Not the kind that liked to disappoint, Twilight smoothly cupped his palm to your still stretched hole. “I’m right here, I’ve got ya.” He spoke against your low back and kissed your flushed skin.

“T-Twi-! Ah-mmm!” You jumped at his touch, but came back to feel his hand on your exposed entrance.

You moved your legs further apart, laying your chest to the bed and he got a clear visual of just how much you wanted him to be inside you. His fingers dipped in and rubbed along your walls. He felt you flutter around his fingers as he spoke. “You are so wet thinking about me. If I would have known you wanted me this badly, I would have done something to help your craving a long time ago.” He curled his finger, finding that perfect spot to make you call out his name again.

“Please… Twilight, please.” Your begging was causing him to groan with desire. He pushed in further, asking what exactly you wanted him to do. He listened to your uneven breath as you tried to put words together. “I need you… goddesses, Twi I need you to fuck me.”

He pulled his fingers out and got you onto your back, spreading your legs so he could still see your needy hole. He removed his restricting pants to release his straining cock and watched how you couldn’t look away. He knelt between your parted feet and lowered his face to you. The heavy smell of your excitement had him growling. He licked across your entrance before sucking on your clit/cock with an experienced mouth. He mouthed his way up your body, stopping at your nipples to give them the attention he thought they needed. He made his way to your mouth once he felt that each one was left hard enough. His tongue filled your mouth as he positioned himself perfectly.

The small bottle of lube was still on the bed and he made a show out of him lathering his cock with it. He rubbed the blunt head against you, re-stimulating you. He hovered, asking, “Are you ready for me? Are you ready to feel me and not just imagine me fucking you?” Your response was nearly a scream half way through because he couldn’t wait any longer to feel you.

He ground his way inside you, letting you cling to him as he stretched your tight hole wider than the dildo did. His hips laid flush to yours and he praised you for taking his full length and girth so well like the good girl/boy you were.

“Please move, ngh, please!”

He was glad no one was home because he wanted to ravage and exhaust you, make you only want him. He pulled out slowly, then plunged back in. He smiled at how you trembled under his strength, thrusting hard enough to move you up the bed. His pace was brutal when you asked him to utterly destroy you.

You squeezing around him had him seeing stars and getting so close. Sitting up on his knees, your legs over his hips, his right arm hooked under your knee he used his left hand to stroke your clit/cock. Soon enough he was chanting your name, “I’m about to cum, baby I’m gonna cum. Ha-AHH!!” He came inside you with a shout, forcing you to do the same with his hand. Pulling out, he saw the mess made and licked you clean like a man dying of thirst.

He captured your lips when he settled next to you. He enjoyed your warmth as you curled up against his chest, totally spent from the play you had done before and with him. He knew the others would be home in a couple of hours, that they would come to see where you both were and would find you two like this. Twilight didn’t care, this was the only thing he cared about. You.

Hope you enjoy! I'll send pt 2 tomorrow. ~👻

I H A V E A N E E D T O I N H A L E T H I S

[our-blood-is-our-ink]

are you kidding? this is exactly what i wanted! it's even better tbh

and yes please the alternate thoughts. i want the full corrupted salem!agatha brainrot

take your time writing it tho! no rush ���️

-👻

Ahhhh okay I'm so glad you enjoyed it!

This is less of corrupted Agatha and more innocent Agatha who's getting manipulate by everyone around her. Which is why these are the alternative thoughts.

I was smart and had screenshot what I had wrote, so this is pretty much copied and pasted.

Warnings: mentions/hints of abuse

Some bulletpoints:

You're a little older than Agatha Harkness, the daughter of the leader of the Salem Coven, but not by much.

Your own coven cast you out into exile after you had found a book titled The Darkhold while sorting through your grandmother's belongings she had left to you upon her passing, and it proved to be a magical lifeline, for previously where you had been ridiculed for being so magically weak, you were suddenly strong. Powerful.

Of course your coven had picked up something was wrong and casted you out, relieved to have found an excuse to cut you from the only family you had left. (Some fucking family.)

You find yourself in Salem, and it isn't long before you notice signs of a coven of witches living there.

It takes you a few months, but you're able to identify who's in it and most of their dynamics.

Which of course means you notice Agatha.

She's desperate for her mother's approval, and works just as hard as you had been forced to before finding the Darkhold. She's also clearly magically gifted, although her mother makes for a shit teacher, which in turn causes Agatha to struggle with getting things right the first time, as Evanora expects.

That's another thing. Evanora clearly resents Agatha for having so much magical prowess because to her mother, Agatha appears to not be applying herself to the things she should be, and that's a waste of ability and strength. (If this wasn't the 1600s, if this were our modern day, Agatha probably would have been diagnosed with a learning disability or autism or both. But because it isn't, she's punished unfairly for things that are out of her control. She doesn't understand why she can't be the person everyone wants her to be, needs her to be. She doesn't understand and you find her punishing herself further for it. Because if she was goed like her mother said, she wouldn't be struggling like this.)

You can hardly blame Agatha for turning to the few dark spell books her mother kept around their house. After all, dark magic doesn't require you to do anything other than listen, something Agatha is very, very good at, despite appearances.

You hate how Agatha's coven treats her, she reminds you of yourself. So you decide to befriend her and help her out. The first time you demonstrate your witchcraft to Agatha, she freaks out.

"There aren't supposed to be other witches in Salem, they're all driven out or killed if they aren't accepted into the coven."

After calming her down and waiting a few weeks for Agatha to come to terms with your secret, you reveal the Darkhold to her.

She's very hesitant at first. After all, it's one thing for her to study the magic she gets so easily when it's from books she knows her mother deemed safe enough to keep in the house, it's another thing entirely to study from an unknown book a relatively unknown witch is introducing to her.

You manage to convince her to try one spell.

One spell leads to another, which leads to another, which leads to yet another, until one day Agatha shows up at your door, banging frantically on it.

"My fingers, they're starting to stain like yours. You told me it would take longer for it to happen, I thought I had more time to learn the glamor spell."

You're surprised. The Darkhold generally takes a longer time to start its path of corruption than this. You hadn't lied to Agatha about that.

Except, now that you think about it, Agatha had been practicing dark magic for a lot longer than you ever had been. It just happened to be that the spells Agatha had been using prior to the Darkhold were far tamer.

You explain your thoughts. "It calls to you, Agatha. You truly have a gift."

Agatha can't admit it even to herself, but she craves the darkness within witchcraft. She's addicted,

But what she can call it is the description you so kindly gave her.

"I do have a gift, don't I?"

Of course, nothing stays secret forever.

Evanora happened to notice Agatha wasn't where she had said she was going to be, and had set off to find her constantly wayward daughter.

It's how she found the two of you, you leaning against a tree, smiling softly as you watched Agatha play with tendrils of shadow she had conjured, a child-like look of wonder on her face, both your fingers openly displaying the path into darkness you've chosen.

She goes after you first, hurling her magic at you, and you're lucky you feel it before you see it, otherwise you'd be dead.

"How dare you." She's so angry, and you can hear Agatha letting out a whimper of fear.

That's what does it for you. In your time with the raven-haired witch, you've fallen quite hard for her, and clearly this isn't the first time Evanora displayed such anger in front of her daughter.

In fact, several things click together. You begin to understand the extent of harm Evanora has inflicted on her daughter.

But her attention is no longer on you, it's on Agatha.

And she's furious.

Agatha cowers, pleading.

Evanora grips her arm harshly.

"You will stand trial for this betrayal. And you!" She spits, glaring at you. "I shall deal with you if you're stupid enough to stay in Salem."

Before you can stop her, she teleports, which is ridiculously hard to do with just yourself, let alone with a second person.

Agatha's magical ability must have been something she inherited.

You search for her, but can't find Agatha anywhere.

And you'd have to be suicidal to try to break into the Harkness home, and while you desperately want to, you're no good to Agatha dead.

You settle for waiting just out of thesightline of the house, but you never see anyone going in or out.

Night falls, and you still don't move.

Eventually, near daybreak, you spot Agatha, wobbling through the sky.

"What happened?" You ask, concerned when she lands.

"I killed them." She whispers, before breaking down into tears.

"Good." You say firmly, even as you cradle her. "Good. They deserved it."

Agatha doesn't believe you, but "mother said I couldn't be good. Those were her last words.”

"So don't be good. She wanted to be right so badly. Grant her one last wish."

Agatha wants to argue, but she can't deny the hunger that has suddenly awoken within her, and instinctively she knows she can't be good if she plans on feeding it.

"We need to leave." She whispers against your shoulder.

"We'll leave tomorrow." You say. "No one will think to look for you in my home. We were too careful for people to know of our connection. And you need sleep."

Agatha's too tired to fight.

And perhaps you're a little to smug about how you've now taken down not just your own coven in retribution for their treatment of you, but now Agatha's.

But it's okay for you to be a bit smug. Agatha will learn in time that the only people who deserve their witchcraft are those like the pair of you.

Worthy.

(I will mention that neither of these posts mentions the version I was originally talking about, one where the reader corrupts Agatha with dark magic and helps her break free of Evanora, who I do frequently write with the assumption that she's abusive to Agatha. And Evanora discovers this and throws Agatha onto trial because Agatha is a threat to her and her position of power. It's less about a genuine corruption of morals and ethics and more of Agatha making some poor decisions due to the things she suffered through.)

[starsomens]

"I tried his one legged push-up the other day, and when I tell you, I went straight down to the floor it’s like my whole body with me a stone straight down!" my bad it was the weight of u being the love of my life i do a rizz pose as careless whisper begins to play, rose petals fall from the sky and people dance choreographically just like in the movie enchanted happy valentines day bbg 😎♥️🔥🔥🥵💯💥♥️👻

NDJEOGKWJC OH ANON STAAAWWWPPPPPO

Noah move aside ! I’ve been rizzed!!!

[cheetoschildren]

WELCOME TO THE CHEETOVERSE!

Here, I have gathered all of my brain children (and a few grandchildren) into one place so you can ask them/talk to them about stuff!

**I AM WORKING ON CHARACTER DESCRIPTIONS FOR THE INCOMPLETE ONES. THE MOST FLESHED OUT CHARACTERS ALREADY HAVE ONE.**

--If I accidentally reblog something over here, just ignore it. I'll fix it eventually.--

-RULES-

-Send as many asks as you like! :D

-Roleplaying is OKAY and ENCOURAGED!!!

-Asking as your OC is okay!

-Roleplaying as characters from the fandoms they're from is okay!

-NSFW topics are NOT OKAY and WILL NOT BE ANSWERED

-Anon asks are turned off so that if you decide to be hateful, I can tell who it is. To distinguish your RP characters, if you have several, pick an emoji for each, and put it at the bottom of the ask! :D

-Please do not fight with each other :) it is stressful for me

-I don't have many reaction images of the characters themselves to use. I need to work on that and do expression practice with all of em lol. I'll substitute with other images.

-Don't harass! :D

-Rules will be added as needed~

Universes They Belong To

Mila - 2012TMNT/Tangled the Series

Diana - 2012TMNT/ROTTMNT

Abigail - ROTTMNT

Nova, Mirror Mirage - MLP

Selene, Vidette, Hunter, Charlotte, Harper - Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

Egg - TDAC

Ashlyn - Dwampyverse (specifically Milo Murphy's Law)

Mei, Nix - Invader Zim Sky, Star, Venus, Holly, Saturn - TSAMS

Character Ages

Mirror Mirage - older than Nova Nova - 320+, but has the intelligence of a young adult. Selene - 23 (Married) Diana - 23 (rottmnt), 14 (2012 TMNT) Vidette - 21 (Married) Mei - between 16 and 19 depending on the storyline (Married) Star - 17 Ashlyn - 16 Venus - 15 Abigail - 14 Mila - 12 Sky - 10 Holly - 9 Egg - 9 Saturn - Technically a few months old, but has the intelligence of an adult.

(Occasionally existing kids)

Vidette's kids: -Hunter - 8 (Born first) -Charlotte - 8 (Born Second) Selene's kid: -Harper - 6 Mei's kid: -Nix - baby or toddler

✨OCS/DESCRIPTIONS✨

🐈‍⬛ #Abigail (Rottmnt) Abby charater description

🛸 #Mei Membrane (Invader Zim) Mei character description

🐈 #Mila Hamato (TMNT2012/Tangled) Mila character description

-Moodboard

🦢 #Diana Leery (TMNT2012/ROTTMNT) Diana character description (WIP)

-Moodboard

🦋 #Nova Calamity (MLP G4/5) Nova character description

🪞 -Mirror Mirage (MLP G4/5) Mirror character description (WIP)

🌦️ #Cloudy Skies (Fnaf/Tsams) Sky character description

✨ -Star (Fnaf/Tsams)

🐊 -Venus (Fnaf/Tsams)

👻 #Holly/harvest moon (Tsams) Holly character description

🪐 #Saturn (Tsams) Saturn character description

💔 #Vidette (Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss) Vidette character description

🐇 -Egg (TDAC) ( )

🕰️-Ashlyn Chance (Milo Murphy's Law/P&F/H&G) Ashlyn Character Description (WIP)

[themostwantedphighter]

(a note drops from the sky)

Hello again, Hauntee! victim of haunting? i dont think theres an official word for it. :(

-ghost anon 👻

*well she doesn't react as much to it as usual considering that she's still basically high on catnip but she does still jump a bit*

[pokemon-legends-voltage]

hey!! me and my friends decided to make a rotomblr account to talk about our journey. so here we are!

my name’s Miku, but you can call me Mind! i’m from Johto and i have 3 gym badges. i was in the middle of my journey before something happened (still not sure what lol) which led to me getting psychic powers. we’re still working on resolving that issue so if things around you just feel… unstable, that might be why. but it sounds like there’s already a bajillion crazy things happening across the multiverse so it may not be lol. me and all my friends share this account so feel free to talk to any of us :)

//ooc

An unreality pokemon irl blog by @determinedowl23. This takes place during an au where the Arceus Plates were shattered and their pieces got scattered across the multiverse and landed in possession of the Mikus, who are trying to put them all back together to restore peace to everything.

Each Miku signs off with their own emoji both in the post itself and the tags. I also tag them with “#plv [nickname]” for another way to find them if you don’t remember the emojis. Every original post is tagged as #plvposting”

OOC posts will be tagged as such and any time I comment ooc there will be two slashes before it (like above the cut). I am a minor, and so are many of the Mikus, so no nsfw

No magic anons, but Pelipper mail is okay! In general I’m probably not gonna go out of my way to interact with people too much just to keep myself focused- my priority is making this blog a fun place for me to yap about my au more than anything else.

Unreality warning for pretty much anything on here lol

Miku Guide:

(Type: Nickname, pronouns, nationality, sign off emoji)

Psychic: Mind, she/her, Johtonian, -🔮

Grass: Meadow, she/her, Galarian, -🌿

Fire: Flame, she/they, Hoennian, -🔥

Water: Splash, she/they, Alolan, -🌊

Electric: Zap, they/she, Kalosian, -⚡️

Normal: Legend, she/her, Alolan -🎵

Ice: Icicle, he/she, Kantonian, -❄️

Rock: Stone, she/her, Kalosian, -💎

Ground: Earth, she/they, Hoennian, -⏳

Flying: Sky, she/her, Unovan, -☁️

Fairy: Pixie, she/her, Paldean (lives in Sinnoh, so for the sake of the au I’m considering her Sinnohan) -🌈

Bug: Insect, she/they, Paldean -🦋

Poison: Toxic, she/her/zey/zem, Kantonian, -☢️

Ghost: Spooky, xe/xer, Sinnohan, -👻

Dark: Dread, she/her, Unovan, -🖤

Steel: Iron, she/her, Johtonian, -🗡️

Fighting: Fist, they/them, Galarian, -🥊

Dragon: Draco, they/she, Paldean, -🐉

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

Up in the sky, where the moon can be see.

Emily: Sorry about that, just wanted some privacy between us

Idia: I- i see

Emily looks at the moon: Remember when we were kids and you said that "If we gonna marry each other, let make our vow under the moonlight"

Idia: I remember.. wait so—

Emily: If you ok with it

— 👻 anon

Idia, shyly nods: We did promise each other.

[yourlocaltreesimp]

Rules and Regulations!

Hello and welcome to my small corner of the Internet! Food for all the LU/Link simps out there. Feel free to leave requests and asks, but please be mindful of my boundaries <3

Masterlist here!

Characters!:

Link (general, but specify if you want a certain game. Separate from LU)

Time

Twilight

Warriors

Wild

Hyrule

Legend

Four

Sky

Wind

Fierce Deity

First

Courage

Koridai

Cal (Calamity/AoC Link)

Dink

Mask (As a parent&child. Any romance and you are not getting a response and it’s going in the bin)

Rules:

I will not write any Smut.

I have the right to delete any request which makes me feel uncomfortable.

I will not be writing any content that includes infidelity or cheating on real life or fictional characters.

Please do not send links without disclosing what it is.

Please do not ask me for money and or donations.

If you’re blocked, you’re blocked for good reasons (probably) Do NOT make new accounts to keep reaching out to me. That will not convince me of your innocence.

(we can’t have good things apparently)

Our very own Anon list:

𐂂 anon

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🥣 anon

🐈‍⬛ anon

🧃 anon

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Please be polite and respectful!

Alternate for spam/art/vent: @ohmygodtherestrees

That’s all for now, folks! And in case I don’t see ya’ good afternoon, good evening and good night!

- Fir <3