#Must mean smth... right

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saw alot of comments on prev pages; saying 'i HATE that mean teacher! im gonna FIGHT HIM!!' & i LOVE the energy!! it WOULD be nice. to have that catharsis. but the story of young tidestrider is Not one of catharsis. it is a story of being so small and so special and sucking so bad.

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[albaricomics]

Ugly meme I thought of and was giving me insomnia

[wackywatchdotcom]

reading the notes and as happy as the reaction to my art is im starting to think maybe i should draw ragatha happy....

[the-lemonaut]

[little-piece-of-tamlin]

new fic guys

endlessly complicated, infinitely easy (477 words) by silly_zsofi Chapters: 1/5 Fandom: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Albedo (Genshin Impact), Sucrose (Genshin Impact), Timaeus (Genshin Impact) Additional Tags: Other tags to be added, albedo sure is a fascinating guy, wanna put Him under the microscope for once, Introspection, Science Experiments, Character Study, i dont even have him all i know about him ive learned secondhand, Sucrose and Timaeus are actually precious guys, Albedo-centric (Genshin Impact) Summary: "Your final assignment: show me the truth and the meaning of this world." As an alchemist, Albedo always looked at the world through an analytical lense. The world was an endlessly complicated thing, but Albedo was very good at solving endlessly complicated things. One of the more endlessly complicated things about the world were people. He knew what people were made up of; carbon and water and sulfur and a nigh-endless list of other components, all perfectly well definable if someone takes their time to do so. He understood how all of those pieces fit together into the walking, breathing, beating-hearted puzzle that people were. And he thought he had humans figured out, until he realized that he missed a crucial ingredient of humanity: emotions. So, he took to figuring out this single piece of unknown in the grand equation of humanity. * or, an exploration of what emotions really are through a handful of moments spent with others

[stormy-nights-are-best]

Good afternoon! Reminder not to post anything mildly trans related to Instagram lol 🤡 Tag yourself, I'm trans trans he or she is trans

my love to @nie-solony btw 🫵

Indy is transmasc one way or another though

↑ all of Violet's scientifically-accurate redesigns... Her name could've been Megan Pie or something

+ Lena's two versions ↓

The question at the end's just for the impressionable Instagram users, y'all know I'm coming for Gosalyn next. After her though, no idea.

[moreaujeans]

genuinely felt like a swamp monster just now that was a ghastly amount of slip

[obeymematches]

inbox: 40😭 man I wish you luck.

I imagine him also getting up around 4-5 AM

idl where but I swear it was mentioned somewhere in canon that he does wake up at 4 am exactly, lol

thanks bro 💀 it is chaotic i know but i like to have topics to choose from so it's not so bad after all 😅

ahhh yeah he is a busy man with many things to do I guess his day must start early lmao, that was my way of thinking hahahh

also he mainly does housework at the castle, for that routine it is much more practical to get up earlier than anyone 🤔 RAD stuff can wait for during the day anywayss

[dayasusays]

can we please have breeding with bruce wayne and wife!reader?

like feral breeding, maybe he’s had a hard patrol and he’s barely out of the batsuit before he has you on all fours.

maybe his hormones are in over drive from a poison ivy plant he originally thought had no affect on him. but now all he wants to do is fuck until his little wife is filled and he’s satisfied

thank youuuuu

xcherrycreempie

HAWWO !!!!!!

SO HOT. IT’S SO HOT.

I MEAN i have headcanons breeding kink w bruce (it’s here!!), but i can do it again. ofc i can do it again. 🤭

BUT FIRST OF ALL I WANNA SAY THAT I MISSED WRITING !!!

…and requests. i love chatting with all of u 💥💥

and i remember every request!! i promise i’ll write it, my sweethearts 🩷

ANYWAY IN MY HEAD IT’S DEFINITELY SMTH DIRTY IN A GOOD WAY… HEAR ME OUT……

warnings ! — SMUT, fem!wife!reader, husband!bruce wayne, breeding kink, dirty talk, maledom, orgasm torture, feral fuck, multiple orgasm

summary ? — he comes back weird after patrol.

౿ . . ` ౨ৎ ENJOY 🦇

he didn't even bother to change his clothes.

“hold on, hold on, bruce!” you try to push him away as wayne continues to kiss you insistently, “at least change!”

and it's weird because he never acts like that. you know very well that bruce hates quick sex and he's willing to spend an hour of foreplay torturing you. of course he's willing to find a couple hours to fuck you good.

but right now he's impatient. he's still in his batsuit, so you can't even see his eyes under that stupid mask.

you reach out to take it off, and bruce even helps you. you pull it off and he slows down, maintaining eye contact.

when you look into his face you realize that his eyebrows are furrowed and his pupils are dilated.

you think it’s something bad, but why is he looks so fucking hot right now?

you don’t know how many times you’ve cum.

your mind is racing with his every move and word, your nails are scratching his back, leaving a red marks, and your mouth open with loud moans.

“you take me so well, baby, just like you wanna make me cum inside,” bruce whispers and bites your nipples gently, “such a wet mess, pretty girl, is it too much to take for you?” he’s fucking you harder with every thrust, your clit is so swollen, your entrance pulsates around his cock and your moan makes him continue.

he flips you onto your stomach in one easy motion without even getting his cock out. you’re whimpering into the pillow and clutching the sheets, trying to beg him to slow down.

“what are you asking for, wifey? speak up,” bruce pulls your hair back, making you arch your back, “you want this cum inside? want me to get you pregnant?” he bites your lobe, speeding up.

you're ready to swear that right now wayne looks so damn hot. his arm muscles tense as he pulls your hair with one and supports you with the other. bruce’s eyelashes must be twitching as he makes one last push and cum inside.

he falls onto the bed next to you, as tired as you are. you cover your eyes and smile slightly as he reaches out for a kiss.

and now he’s okay again, you think. but what the fuck was that?

“you alright?” bruce kisses your cheeks, hugging him tightly. you nod and nuzzle his chest, “did i overdo it?”

i mean, it’s third time he came inside. you don’t feel your legs and he definitely got you pregnant.

“nah,” you smile, “it was perfect.”

hope you’ll like it cherry !!! <3

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[wackywatchdotcom]

going to be going to sleep oh so soon but i need a palette cleanser first before i let myself try to sleep so im thinking about pomni

[rawjutsu]

pilot.

pairing: snow leopard hybrid!gojo x bunny hybrid!femreader

keep up here

you’d always known you weren’t like the rest of your family.

they were sweet, safe, soft. born and bred for the countryside. all long fur and gentle hands and fertile, fertile hips. most of your siblings were married off by twenty, popping out kits like it was a full-time job. hell, your youngest sister just had twins and she’s barely out of high school.

but you?

you wanted more than a quiet little warren and a husband who grazes.

you wanted independence. a life. a job. a space of your own. no paw-holding, no matchmaking aunties, no more “you’ll understand once you have your first litter” speeches. so you packed up, kissed your mother’s tear-stained cheek goodbye, and caught a train to the city with your whole life shoved in two duffel bags.

big city. big dreams. a craigslist ad for a roommate–cheap enough, utilities included. a tanuki hybrid named shoko posted it, so you figured it was safe. probably a stoner, but worst-case scenario, she’ll hotbox the living room and forget to do dishes.

what you weren’t prepared for?

the front door opening to reveal him.

tall. lean. built like a big cat with a mean streak.

hair brighter than fresh snow, a tail thick enough to knock over a bookshelf, and eyes so pale and sharp they look like moonstone blades. he’s lounging against the doorframe like he owns the whole damn building. smiling so wide you can count every single fang.

instantly, your ears twitch. the fur along the back of your neck stands straight up.

every instinct inside you screams: run.

but you don’t.

you didn’t leave your family, your entire species’ expectations, and your safety net behind just to back out now. you will not prove your parents right. you will not run.

you clear your throat.

“u-um… is shoko here?”

“nah,” the predator hybrid says, voice warm and lazy like a sunbeam with claws. “this is my place. you must be y/n?”

the way he looks down at you makes your heartbeat stutter—like he’s already decided how you'd taste.

“but the ad was posted by someone named shoko?”

“yeah, she did it for me. i don’t really have time to do all that.”

he steps back, holding the door open with an easy flick of his tail. “come on in, little bunny.”

you force your legs to move. one step. another. your grip tightens on the strap of your duffel.

behind you, every internal alarm is blaring.

predator. bigger. faster. smiling too much. too many sharp teeth.

and he notices. of course he notices.

“relax,” he says, still grinning like a lion who learned manners. “i’m not gonna eat you.”

you don’t believe him.

not for a second.

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a/n: teasing my next series! this one will be bigger than my yuuta one and smth i can just keep adding on to! hope u guys are just as excited about this as i am <3 and yes i did enjoy zootopia and beastars a little more than i should've.

[hades-in-bloom]

The way you write Vergil is just gorgeous. Would you consider writing a scenario of him protecting his S/O from unwanted flirtatious remarks from a stranger?

Anon, thank you so much for your kind words 💔

I hope that below does your praise justice as well as follows your request closely enough! Lmk in comments/messages xoxo

The Beat

Vergil Sparda x Reader

summary: attempted visit to a music concert ended up not being to his liking for a variety of reasons. (But the bragging rights for the attempt itself are no joke in the Sparda household, so congrats!)

warnings & contents: fluff with a bit devil-triggered Vergil; assumed situational over-sensitivity to sensory stimuli on Vergil’s end (could also be PTSD); mentions of harassment and drugs; Vergil must be vergiling; could be age gap, could be none; public PDA (happy noises); the reader could be any gender; no mentions of y/n

a/n: this initially had much more exposition, but I trimmed it down to focus on the core story, i.e. anon’s request. Might write smth with the similar theme for Lady In Red/Nero’s mother at some point. As always, proceed at your own risk. Minors DNI! Masterlist xoxo

soundtrack: metallica — fuel and des rocs — used to the darkness

***

The show was about to begin.

For you, a single glance was enough to read him like an open book.

“Vergil,” a faint, amused smile touched your lips. “Relax. You’re going to love it.”

Skepticism was etched across his face. How could you be so sure? He hated crowds and couldn’t understand the urge to frantically shake your limbs among sweat-drenched bodies.

The first beat hit him like a shockwave. Its intensity was deafening, stirring something deep within him. While he could sense the unexpected, obnoxious potential of it, right now the demon inside him roared. Feeling his control slip for the first time in a while, Vergil needed a distraction to maintain his sanity.

His gaze wandered before settling on you—the distraction he craved. Standing in front of him, you were clearly enjoying yourself, happily singing along and rhythmically shaking your head. You didn’t just like this; you loved it—exactly what you wished on himself; the sense of freedom it gave you. He was mesmerized by the sight of you, undeterred even by the buffoonery surrounding them.

He had always been amazed at how easily humans tossed around the concept of “love.” To the point that the word risked losing its meaning. Dante had managed to adopt their habits in this regard as well, loving his strawberry sundae or pizza. To Vergil, it was laughable—and yet it felt a bit endearing, too. Was he becoming a fool like the rest of them?

No matter.

His hands settled on your waist as his lips now hovered above your ear. You instinctively stepped back, right into his embrace. So trusting and vulnerable. Careless, even. His heartbeat mingled with the arhythmic roars of the bass guitar. The unbearable noise of the humans surrounding them dulled his senses, leaving him less aware. Not only deafened, but blinded, too. Feeling powerless among those for whom the name of Sparda meant nothing. Unacceptable.

“I need to step out,” he muttered over your ear. He might’ve learned to like it—but not today.

“What?” You genuinely couldn’t hear a thing above the crowd’s shouting.

“I need to go,” he repeated firmly, this time louder, too. Concern and confusion knitted your brows as you turned in his arms to face him.

You were disappointed. Not necessarily because of him, but because of the appeared outcome. You would deny it, no doubt. But he could see it nonetheless.

“Is it that bad?” You knew it was a poor place for a conversation, but what choice did you have?

“Yes,” he replied, opting for the most straightforward explanation. He didn’t want to hurt your feelings, but a lengthier response could lead to a messy back-and-forth, given the current chaos. It could’ve made the situation even worse.

You didn’t want to leave yet. He could see it, too. But the longer he stayed, the greater were the chances of revealing the secret of his devil trigger to the unsuspecting crowd.

“You can stay,” he suggested. He didn’t like the idea of it, but he didn’t want to be the reason you had a ruined evening. “I’ll meet you outside.”

You shook your head, a resigned sigh escaping your lips. “No,” you reassured him. “I’ll go, too.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to.”

Too selfless.

The guy beside you must have thought the same thing.

“Hey, sweetheart! If you need some company, I could be it.” The stranger seemed proud of himself for all the wrong reasons. Vergil’s eyes narrowed as he studied both him and you for a moment—you clearly didn’t appreciate the unwanted attention, and neither did the half-demon.

“I’m fine,” you shrugged, trying to brush off the talkative guy. Maybe he was a bit drugged, too. Nothing serious, just annoying.

Your response was too polite—too kind for Vergil’s taste. You sensed it, almost reading his thoughts, and rested your hand soothingly on his forearm. You caught a flicker of teal in his eyes; he needed to calm himself down.

The stranger grinned. He wasn’t much of a villain, you thought—just overly eager, his cockiness fueled by alcohol and cheap adrenaline.

“Oh, don’t lie to yourself, love. Your guy seems like a snooze fest! You’d be better off with me!”

You felt your irritation growing.

The stranger felt momentarily bold enough to reach for your shoulder, but he was no match for Vergil’s supernatural speed. In an instant, the half-demon blocked his hand, denying the unwanted grab before you even realised it was happening.

“You weren’t given a permission for it.” Vergil’s voice remained calm, somehow cutting through the noise with astonishing clarity. What a pity he couldn’t resolve this situation with a swift slash of Yamato’s blade. After all, you had asked him to stay civil earlier.

His blue-grey eyes now emanated that soft teal glow you caught the glimpse of earlier. Now you were alarmed. You began to understand the full meaning of Vergil’s desire to leave this place.

“Vergil!” Your mildly raised voice was enough to snap him out of it. He growled reluctantly, burying the demon deeper within him, his irises returning to their usual blue-grey hue.

“Freak!” With that, the stranger vanished, likely convinced he was hallucinating.

At least the nuisance had been dealt with.

You had never seen him lose control before, and while your heart ached with gratitude for his protectiveness, you knew that jealousy, in its ugliest sense at least, wasn’t the only reason for his outburst.

In the meantime, the half-demon’s gaze suddenly turned distant as he inadvertently and unwillingly slipped into the depths of his painful past. You hesitated, puzzled by his reaction.

“Vergil,” you called to him gently after a bit, thinking the moment might be right. Might be gentle. He was brought back from his reverie, and his eyes flickered back to meet yours. The merciless noise, the beat flooded his senses once more.

“Is everything alright?” You were too gentle.

“Yes,” he murmured, his voice tinged with hesitation. Then, with unexpected softness, he admitted, anticipating your perceptiveness, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Not now. One day, he would be able to make this decision on his own—to share the story that occupied his disciplined, but anxious mind.

You nodded affirmatively without prying. You understood that this level of openness was difficult for him, and above all, you respected him and his boundaries. Although there were times when it felt like you were walking on eggshells around him, you knew it was inevitable because of his wounded trust with others. And it was worth it.

“Are you alright?” There was it again, and you smiled. Too caring for a demon.

“Yes,” you instantly got acutely aware of his warm breath against your face as he leaned closer, trying to ensure he could hear you over the music and shouting. “Thank you.” He hummed, satisfied with your answer. His lips thoughtfully touching your forehead before leaving your skin.

Your fingers brushed against his palm, weaving between his own and intertwining with them carefully. “Shall we?”

He did consider the familiar course of action—running, keeping as far away as possible from the burden of attachment, that you were dragging him into. You noticed a faint grimace on his face as he wrestled with himself, managing to push his habits aside. At the end, he didn’t pull away.

Quite the opposite—he pulled you closer, his lips meeting properly, locking with yours for a brief moment. He wasn’t a stranger, after all.

There was a certain level of freedom in sharing a moment like this in public. Wasn’t it what you wished for? He savored it, relishing the sound of your soft gasp. Then you leaned closer, your eyes fluttering shut as you accepted his gesture. Too trusting.

He stepped away sooner than you would have liked.

“We shall,” he cleared his throat, glancing to the side as he brought you along, away from this moaning and screeching hellscape, your hands connected.

[evoscancelled]

I saw you do vi nsfw headcannons can we get Caitlyn nsfw headcannons please

of course bimbosbutterflies2026! <3

men dni!

caitlyn kiramman x reader

content: AFAB/fem!reader, fluff, nsfw/smut, mentioned to prefer fems, breeding STRAP but not literally breeding since we lesbian asf, spanking, overstim, fingering, spit, crying

characters: caitlyn kiramman

writers note: been waiting for this one!!

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caitlyn kiramman sfw & nsfw headcanons

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SFW -

ugh she’s so sweet, she’s just the prettiest lil thing

she’s so touchy and loving— she definitely has the most motherly touch ever. like when you cuddle or hug you, you feel genuinely safe

she’s such a sweetheart, I feel like despite it all she’d prefer a femme over a masculine woman, she would love seeing you in skirts and cute tops.

I feel like this goes hand in hand with this ^^ but you would share clothes, she would loveeee when you wear her clothes.

she thinks you are adorable when she gets home from work or when she sees you wearing her shirt or some of her pajamas.

so extremely clingy. she must be attached to you as if she is apart of you

loves being a genuine girly girl with you— but don’t get me wrong, not in a friendly way.

she wants to paint her nails and then MAKE OUT.

she’d love being the little spoon but she really couldn’t care either way— just as long as ur touching in any way she couldn’t care less. she js fucking loves you

she’s the type to still kiss you if your sick— she doesn’t give a FUUUCK what you have, she’s kissing you.

her love languages are physical touch, words of affirmation, and acts of service

bro the key to her heart is of course physical touch,

but if you like.. do the dishes? or mop? or like take care of her while she’s sick or smth like that she’s fucking…— she goes crazy for you.

she’s really into kissing, she loves both receiving and giving them. forehead kisses, cheek kisses, neck kisses, she loves it.

she’s possessive and protective, but juusttt the right amount.

she would get jealous fairly easily, I feel like

cheap ramen dates even though you and me both know she can afford so much more

which of course you’ll have fancy dates often

but couch nights where you just share a big ass bowl of buldak

she’s cultured and she’d try to get the same noodle so you and recreate the lady and the tramp scene

her parents love you btw

her mom was hesitant at first because she’s cassandra kiramman but yk

her dad loved you IMMEDIATELY. accepted you as his daughters girlfriend asap

her mom got around to you but yk how she is

I mean she never disliked you but YOU KNOW WHAT IM SAYING !!

anyways

doesn’t matter what you cook or how well you cooked it (as long as it’s edible) if you made it for her she will eat it, and she will tell you its amazing

I’m so sorry but I had to bring this up—

I CANNOT stop thinking about how fucking sexy her british accent is

she knows you love her accent so she’d say certain things a “certain” way sometimes just to get you blushing n stuff.

like let’s say your cooking or something and she’s like “can I put it in now?” referring to an ingredient

I love her and she’s perfect and I love her and she’s perfect

moving on to nsfw!

NSFW -

a tease, thanks for coming

high sex drive

everyday for her is ovulation day

fuck.

like I said, she can be pretty possessive— will NOT share you. she wants you all to herself

caitlyn— I think we have all agreed upon— is a dominant leaning switch.

she can get pretty rough in bed, your cervix is usually bruised and you are usually all fucked out, but I’m sure you don’t mind

definitely has a breeding strap and has actual literal genuine urges to get you pregnant

takes her work stress out on you after a long day.

just walks in the door and puts her hand up ur skirt/down ur pants, kissing on ur neck and running her fingers through your hair as she strips you

fucks you like the sole purpose of ramming into you is to prevent you from walking

“yeah? letting me take my anger out on you? such a fragile little thing, hm?”

“look at your legs, they are shaking, love. all for me?”

“you can take it, can’t you, darling?”

“such a good little slut for me.”

she needs to know that what she’s doing is making you feel good

which usually you have no problem doing since she literally makes you cry out of pleasure sometimes

but she needs to hear you. she needs to hear your moans and whimpers and whines.

spanks you when you make her jealous

gets REALLY jealous whenever men flirt with you, it pisses her off so bad.

of course she still gets angry when a woman does it but when a MAN does it.

^^ caitlyn will fuck you until you are crying and exhausted

sometimes by the end of the night you literally cannot feel your hips

she’s so mean :(

won’t let u cum :(

she’ll let you cum after a few hours..? yes, plural.

but when she finally lets you cum, she overstims you.

“c-cait.. I— can’t.. fuck..! please!”

“awh, yes you can, darling.”

“mmm, isn’t this what you wanted?”

“wanted to cum for me so bad, didn’t you?”

bosses u around as if she owns you

“spread your fucking legs.”

“what a whore you are.”

spits on your pussy

let me elaborate on the spanking—

spanks you til you cry

“i said count.” as she lifts her hand and places a harsh slap to your ass.

“a-ah! …tw-“ you wince, “twenty four.. thank you…”

“good,” she smirks “then you can take ten more, hm?”

you nod as tears stream down your face

“what was that? couldn’t hear you, darling.”

“yes..— yes ma’am—“

“what a good little slut, yeah?”

occasionally ties u up, placing a vibrator to your clit as she coos at you, kissing your forehead

“mmmh, you’ve been so good for me..”

“that feel good?”

“fuck.. look at those tits.”

loves eating you out, it’s fucking blissful for her

it’s honestly for her pleasure too—

your clit on her tongue is heaven for her

the little sounds you make too, and the way you dance and squirm as she sucks on your clit.. fuuuuckkkkk.

her motivation to get up in the morning is the taste of ur cunt in her mouth

loves it when you eat her out too

tugging on your hair and bucking her hips into ur mouth

“fuck— darling, so good.. mmm.. don’t stop..”

“yesyesyesyes!! haaah— gonna make me cum.”

marks you

leaves little bite marks and hickeys on your inner thighs, hips, n neck.

wants all of piltover & zaun to know your hers

may be a mean dom at times— but there is a difference between fucking n making love, kay?

slow thrusts as she whispers how much she loves you in your ear

“ur doing so good,” as she places kisses all over your face, “love you so much, darling..”

holds you while she fingers your cunt

“sweet girl,” she tells you, “cmon, cum for me, okay?”

she loves you so much, she just has to remind you… uhh— aggressively? sometimes?

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I would be so happy to do a part two of this, i absolutely adore sharing my headcanons— nsfw or sfw. love u cait (my wife)

remember— u can request anything! :))

[relaxxattack]

via the last ask, is Karkat a freak or would it just be a form of troll polyamory? or am I forgetting some important quadrant lore or smth and this is a dumb question

KIDS REALLY DON’T KNOW THAT KARKAT’S GAY ANYMORE… i joked about this earlier but i didn't think it was true 😭😭

ok i don't blame you for not knowing since, imo, fandom seems to have forgotten this when it comes to karkat and alternian analysis. somehow. even though it's his whole thing.. let me explain.

basically, karkat vantas is queer.

his arc sort of pointedly mirrors dave’s in that it’s about how hard he’s compensating for that - constantly obsessing over romance and “doing it right”, then enforcing that on himself and others.

karkat starts as a bootlicker. he wants to be in the military, he wants to fill his quadrants, he wants to lead, he wants to be the best and most successful troll that's ever lived... to make up for the fact that he's mutated. this isn't just implied, it's stated; karkat is desperate to prove he can be the Standard Alternian Troll.

karkat is a mutant marked for extermination, which obviously is different to sexuality. but it's worth noting that karkat's arc is already about putting up fronts for things about him that are "wrong"...

...especially when it's revealed that his sexuality is also "wrong".

trolls believe in having one destined partner per quadrant- four separate relationships that must not mix. it's enforced both culturally and by drones. but the concept of a troll romance that goes "beyond the four quadrants" is introduced to us by karkat's ancestor. we come to realize that karkat's romantic issues might not just be circumstantial-- they might be a legitimately different form of attraction he feels.

towards the end of the story, when davekat is officially canonized, the story plays a little cheekily about "nobody knowing" which quadrant dave and karkat settled in.

because just like how dave came to terms with how bullshit the cultural restrictions of human sexuality are, and talks about this at length; karkat may have realized that it's okay to break the rules.

while some people think that this means karkat was destined for "human romance"... i personally think that's a bit silly, since karkat has proven he can't stick to pure red feelings for someone. it's more likely that his new relationship involves all those quadrants he loves, simultaneously. who cares about rules?

TL;DR: yes, karkat vantas is queer for a troll and that's all there is to say on the matter.

[ilovejb]

| Hidden Love |

Pairings : Alexia Putellas x sister!reader Ingrid Engen x sister!reader

Summary : Y/N, Alexia Putellas’ younger sister, plays for Barcelona. When she falls in love with Anika Engen, Ingrid’s younger sister, their relationship must remain a secret. But keeping it hidden from their sisters proves harder than they ever imagined.

Warnings : Angst to fluff, kissing ?

Authors note : Never written smth like this hopefully it’s good around 4k word count

You never imagined being this close to your sister, Alexia. She was your older sibling, a legend in her own right. Growing up, you’d always admired her from the shadows, seeing how fierce and driven she was. Now, playing for Barcelona yourself, it was clear she expected nothing less from you.

But there was a deeper connection between the two of you. Alexia had always been protective of you, watching over you at every practice, making sure you were okay — especially when you joined the senior team. She’d never hesitated to keep a watchful eye, even as you made a name for yourself in the team. It was hard to move out of her shadow.

But things got complicated the moment you started noticing Anika Engen — Ingrid’s younger sister.

Anika wasn’t like most people. She had this quiet strength about her that was impossible to ignore. It wasn’t just that she was beautiful — it was something in the way she carried herself. Strong but gentle, confident but with a softness you didn’t see in many others. She played for Barça B, just like you, and training alongside her felt like an unspoken bond.

At first, it was innocent — the shared glances between you two after practice, the easy laughter whenever you talked. It wasn’t anything major. But then came the day when her hand brushed against yours while you were walking back to the locker room. It felt like the whole world stopped, the connection between you undeniable.

For weeks, you tried to ignore the feelings growing inside you. Anika had a way of looking at you that made your heart race. But you had to keep your distance. Ingrid was overprotective, and Alexia… well, you couldn’t even imagine how they would react if they knew. The idea of them finding out about you and Anika made your stomach twist in knots.

But one evening, everything changed.

You’d agreed to meet Anika at a quiet café after training, the dim lighting and the soft hum of chatter around you providing a temporary escape from the pressure. You sat across from each other, talking about your day, about the team, and for a moment, it felt like the world didn’t matter.

Then, without warning, Anika reached across the table and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, her fingers lingering on your skin. Your breath hitched, and before you could stop yourself, your hand found hers. You looked up, meeting her eyes.

“I… I can’t stop thinking about you,” Anika whispered, her voice low and vulnerable.

And that was it. You kissed her. It wasn’t long, but it was deep, full of all the things you had been holding back for weeks. You pulled away, both of you breathless.

“Anika…” You couldn’t find the words. “I don’t know what this means, but I don’t want to stop.”

“I don’t either,” she whispered back, squeezing your hand. “But we have to be careful. I can’t risk losing you. Not like this.”

You didn’t want to stop either. You didn’t know how to navigate this new, messy, wonderful thing between you, but for the first time in weeks, you felt alive, free.

But you knew it wouldn’t be easy. And you were right.

The next few weeks were a whirlwind of emotions. You couldn’t stop thinking about Anika, even when you were on the field. Your mind would wander to her smile, the way she laughed, the way her fingers felt on your skin. But you couldn’t let anyone know. You had to keep it a secret.

You and Anika continued meeting, each time more and more secretive. Quick stolen kisses behind the training field, the brush of fingers in the locker room when no one was looking. Every touch felt like it could send your heart into overdrive. But the fear of getting caught weighed heavily on both of you. And there were signs that someone might be onto you.

Alexia started asking questions. You’d lied, telling her you were just busy with training or that you were spending time with friends. But she could tell. You were distant, distracted. She wasn’t stupid.

And Ingrid… well, Ingrid had been keeping a close eye on Anika, noticing her behavior too. Anika was normally so composed, but lately, she’d been avoiding Ingrid’s gaze and withdrawing from the team.

Ingrid finally confronted Anika after a practice. “What’s going on with you?” she demanded, her voice sharp. “You’ve been acting strange.”

Anika’s eyes widened, and for a moment, you thought she was going to break. But she didn’t. She just shook her head. “I’m fine, Ingrid. It’s just been a lot lately.”

But Ingrid wasn’t convinced. She didn’t trust the way Anika was acting.

It was a few days after that conversation when it all came crashing down. You and Anika had decided to meet after practice at your usual spot. You’d just kissed when you heard the door to the locker room creak open. You both froze, and your stomach dropped.

Ingrid and Alexia stood in the doorway, staring at the two of you with wide eyes.

For a moment, no one moved. No one spoke. But the silence was deafening. You and Anika broke apart, but the damage was done. Ingrid’s eyes were filled with shock and something else — hurt, disappointment. Alexia stood beside her, her arms crossed tightly, a cold expression on her face.

“Y/N…” Alexia said, her voice low and steady. “What is this?”

Ingrid was the first to react. “You’re dating her?” she demanded, her voice breaking. “Behind my back?”

You could barely find your voice. “We didn’t plan for this,” you whispered. “We didn’t mean for it to happen.”

But Ingrid wasn’t listening. She was too upset, too hurt. “You should have told me, Y/N. You know better than this.”

Alexia stepped forward, her gaze sharp and unforgiving. “This isn’t just about you, Y/N,” she said, her voice trembling with barely restrained anger. “This is about our family. And you betrayed that.”

“I didn’t mean to,” you choked out, tears welling up in your eyes. “I never wanted to hurt you.”

Anika stepped forward, her hand trembling as she reached for Ingrid. “Please, don’t be mad at her. It’s not her fault.”

But Ingrid pulled away. “I can’t believe you, Anika. You should’ve known better.”

For the next few weeks, things were strained. Alexia and Ingrid barely spoke to you. It was like they were punishing you — ignoring you, shutting you out. They didn’t want to see you, didn’t want to hear your apologies. You knew you’d messed up, but it was hard to find a way back into their hearts. Every time you walked past them, they turned away. You felt the coldness of their silence like a physical blow.

Anika was just as miserable. The silence between you two was almost unbearable. You missed the small moments, the stolen glances, the feeling of her hand in yours.

But there was nothing you could do. Or so you thought.

Weeks passed, and the atmosphere in the house you shared with Alexia and Ingrid became suffocating. Neither Alexia nor Ingrid spoke to you or Anika. But Mapi and Olga, noticing the change, finally stepped in.

One evening, after a tense dinner, Mapi pulled Ingrid aside. “You’re punishing them,” she said quietly. “And you’re punishing yourselves, too.”

Ingrid’s jaw clenched, but she didn’t say anything.

Olga, with a more gentle tone, addressed Alexia. “I know this is hard, but they’re not kids anymore. They’re both adults now, and they made a choice. You have to respect that, even if it hurts.”

Mapi and Olga’s words didn’t immediately change anything, but they planted a seed of doubt in Ingrid and Alexia’s minds. Slowly, the walls they had built around themselves started to crumble.

A few more weeks passed, and the tension between the four of you was almost unbearable. But one evening, as you sat in the living room, Ingrid walked in and stood in front of you.

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly, her voice heavy with emotion. “I was scared. Scared that I was losing you. Scared of what could happen.”

You nodded, feeling your heart ache. “I never meant to hurt you.”

Alexia, standing behind Ingrid, spoke softly, “I didn’t want to lose you either. But I see now… you’ve grown. And I can’t hold you back anymore.”

The four of you stood in silence for a moment, the weight of the past weeks heavy on your shoulders. Anika was beside you, her hand gently resting on your arm, her presence a quiet support. It felt like the world was holding its breath.

Ingrid finally spoke, her voice trembling. “I’ve been angry at you, Y/N. But I’ve been angry at myself too. I wanted to protect you, to keep you safe. But I forgot something important.”

Alexia stepped forward, her expression softening. “You don’t need to hide from us. You can be honest with us, all of you. We’re family. And we should be supporting each other, not turning away.”

The tension in the room seemed to evaporate, replaced by a soft sense of relief that you hadn’t realized you were longing for. You stepped forward, pulling Anika closer, your heart full of gratitude.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered to both Alexia and Ingrid, feeling a tear slip down your cheek. “I never wanted to hurt you.”

Ingrid gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. “I know. And I’m sorry, too.”

Alexia reached over, pulling you into a hug. “I’m still learning how to be your sister, Y/N. But I’ll always be here for you. Both of you.”

Anika, who had been standing quietly, looked at Ingrid with hope in her eyes. Ingrid’s eyes softened, and she smiled, a gesture that spoke volumes.

“Let’s all just be together, as sisters,” Ingrid said, her voice light, the tension finally easing. “We don’t have to hide anymore.”

With that, you and Anika shared a smile, and for the first time in what felt like forever, everything was okay. The healing had begun.

The four of you — Alexia, Ingrid, you, and Anika — sat together, talking and laughing late into the night. The love and support that had been tested had only grown stronger, and the bond between you was now unbreakable.