#get them an adorable dress and big collar so everyone knows what they are and why they have such a big goofy smile on

[phantasmagoria-in-neverland]

COD men and what article of clothing of theirs they prefer to see you in.

John Price is an elegant gentleman, he loves putting his coat over your shoulders when you're cold. He always holds it for you to help you put it on, and he adjusts the collar as his fingers gently brush against your neck. His coat is big, warm and it smells like him, and he adores the way you burrow yourself into it. During the colder months, he keeps an extra jacket in his car that he can wear if he gives you the one he had on, and if you fall asleep while you're not at home, John always gently lays his coat over you like a blanket. 

Simon “Ghost” Riley is an absolute sucker for the way you look in his hoodies, and although he never says it out loud, he gets a certain look in his eyes that speaks a thousand words in his place. They're oversized even on him, and they fit his style perfectly: black with the occasional skull/edgy design of some sorts. He especially loves it if your style is even just a little bit different from his, the contrast makes him melt. He never asks you to wear his hoodies, but he does leave them lying around in a way that is very obvious.

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish goes feral every single time he sees you in his boxers. It doesn't even have to be sexual, just the intimacy of it makes him go wild. It's something that you simply don't share with anyone else, sure, someone else might lend you their jacket, but no one else but him can lend you something as intimate as his boxers. If you also wear boxers he is more than happy to trade, if you don't, he will not so jokingly insist that his underwear is way more comfortable than whatever you're wearing.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick puts his signature cap on your head every time he isn't wearing it or he isn't on a mission. It's the most him thing he owns, and he thinks there's something incredibly intimate (and attractive) about seeing you wearing it. He's sharing with you the one thing he wears that truly feels like it represents him, and he'd love it if you did the same for him. Sometimes he helps you put it on almost reverentially, other times, he pulls the visor over your eyes and chuckles like it's the funniest thing in the world.

Alejandro Vargas loves when you wear his shirts. It's a bit of a classic, but he loves the difference between how they look on him, tight and accentuating his muscles, and how they look on you, with the neckline wide enough for small flashes of your collarbones to peek out. Wear his shirt as a dress, even just once, and he will never shut up about how much of a breathtaking sight you make. He subconsciously starts buying colours he thinks will suit you, and the wide grin he gets when he sees you in them could light up an entire city.

Rodolfo Parra prefers to give you the most comfortable, cozy clothes he owns. It can vary from a warm sweater, to comfortable joggers, to a loose T-shirt. Whatever makes you feel the most at home is immediately transferred from his wardrobe and into yours. And if you prefer it when they still smell of him, he'll either take the care of wearing them just to give them back to you, or give you a bottle of his perfume that you can spray on whenever you want to. Most of all, he has a gigantic soft spot for seeing you in an article of clothing that has sentimental value and meaning to him.

Phillip Graves loves to give you clothes that are very easily recognisable as his, like the blue button ups that he always wears. He adores seeing how comfortable you look in them while you wear them at home, maybe paired with high socks. And he adores it even more when you style them properly to wear them outside the house, in a way that makes it clear that you're happy to let everyone know who your man is. Either way, his eyes are glued to you for the whole day while you are wearing his shirts, a smug smile on his face.

König always gives you small pieces of himself, small things that remind you of him but that are subtle enough not to bring other people's attention to it. He likes that it's something only the two of you know about, something you keep for yourselves. The things he gives you always change, it could be a ring one day, then a necklace, a scarf, or even a bag. And in the privacy of your home, he adores seeing you in his mask, as he shares the intimate part of himself he never shares with anyone else.

Alex Keller literally gives you free reign over his closet. Everything that is his is yours as well, you don't even have to ask. He'll even change his outfit for the day if he sees you wearing something he was planning on putting on. When he goes shopping, he often asks you to accompany him, so that you can help him choose the pieces that you think would look best on him, and also the pieces that he knows you'll want to steal later. He also adores wearing his clothes after you've borrowed them, your smell still lingering comfortingly on them.

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[luveline]

What about Steve with a cry baby reader? Like she cries at everything and May be Steve is telling her about something hard but also not that deep like a fight with his parents or they r discussing exes and she starts crying bc Steve didn’t deserve heartbreak

thank you for your request! —steve tells you about his relationship with his parents and gets the comfort he deserves a few years late. fem!reader. hurt/comfort ♡ 1.7k CW mentioned child neglect

Steve indulges you every now and then with old movies. You're obsessed with those musical movies from the fifties, soft colours, cool cat leading men and blunt heroines. Your very favourite are the ones with love triangles, though Steve hasn't ever thought you'd like to be entangled in one yourself. 

Entangled in him, absolutely. "That is ridiculous," you say softly, sitting entirely in his lap, an arm around his neck and another his waist. "She loves him." 

"She does." When the heroine of Young At Heart realised one of her love interests didn't have a present for the birthday party they were going to attend together, she bought one for him so he wouldn't feel embarrassed —yet she's planning on marrying the other man. "Poor Frank. He looks shocked." 

"I'd be shocked. Lucky me, you've never sprung a sudden engagement on me," you say, your fingers rubbing mindlessly into his side. Your affection is often thoughtless. You care for him like another must-do, in time and rhythm with your breathing. 

"To another girl, you mean?" he asks warmly. 

You fluster and rub your cheek against the collar of his shirt, rolled and worn from an endless day on the couch together. He should go up and shower soon before bed, only you feel right in his lap, in no way light but a weight he's happy to bear.

You're skewed sideways, your legs laying across the rest of the couch, his legs kicked up on the coffee table. He keeps trying to force himself up for a shower and you keep leaning into his front or scratching your nails from his ribs to his hip, convincing him otherwise.

"If we ever… got engaged," you begin unsurely, eyes on the television to avoid his gaze, he's sure, "would we have a nice party like that?"

"When we get engaged we'll do whatever you want. We can have a party, send out ivory invitations with eleven point four Times New Roman font. All the trimmings." 

"Eleven point four." Your eyes soften with your smile. "What do you know about invitations?" 

"My mom had tons of stupid parties. She didn't always send out invitations, but when she did, she'd have them done right. I got to lick the envelopes." 

"Lucky Stevie." 

You shift backwards so your weight is on the couch rather than Steve, your back to the armrest and your thighs over his legs rather than on top of him. He can see your face better in this new position, and it's fitting: the love interest on TV starts spouting about how beautiful the heroine is, how her face is a tribute to the heavens if there ever were one. Smiling as you are, Steve has to agree. 

"What were they like, the parties?" 

Steve bites the tip of his tongue. "Fine," he says eventually. "They were fine. They'd set up buffet tables covered in hors d'oeuvres and everyone would walk around in their cocktail dresses and tailored suits drinking champagne and whiskey." His tone lightens toward the end, a put upon theatric for you to make it sound less snotty. 

"Did you wear a suit?" you ask. 

"Button down, usually."

"Nice! I bet you looked adorable. Do you have any photos?" 

"Honestly, baby?" Steve squeezes your leg. "I was miserable, then. You don't wanna see any photographs. I was never smiling."

"What?" 

"I hated my life. All my mom cared about was making us look like a perfect family, and all my dad cared about was work. I was happier when they started taking months-long business trips to Missouri."

"What do you mean?" you ask, putting your hand against his face. It's smaller than his but still big, still encompassing as you stroke his cheek and scratchy stubble. "You… what?"

He tells you because he knows you love him. It makes a hard thing easier, being loved. "Nothing, just, things were bad. My parents didn't even really like me, you know? They bounced me between little league and swim team and basketball when I was old enough. Track, cross country running, everything. Killer sun tan every summer." 

Any trace of a smile is gone from your face. "They didn't like you? What are you talking about?" 

"I was an annoying kid," he says. "You know how I was when we first met? Imagine that and worse." 

"There was nothing wrong with you when we first met." Your lip trembles. 

"Baby," he says quickly, on an exhale, the word half love and half apology, "don't be upset. I'm sorry, it wasn't as bad as it sounds. I'm making it sound worse than it was." 

Your eyes turn glassy. It's awful, being so close he can see the tears well, collecting in the corners of your eyes. You stroke his cheek tentatively and ignore them. 

"It was fine, sweetheart, really, I had everything. They'd leave me a fucking credit card when they went away, I never had to ask for anything. They gave me a car for my fifteenth birthday… I think they thought it was my sweet sixteen." 

Your face crumples like a wet paper towel. You try to fight it but you're a heavy crier and you always have been. It shocked Steve when you first met, how quickly you can fall into tears, but it doesn't necessarily mean you're extremely upset. He can maybe fix it before you give yourself a headache if he tries. 

"I'm sorry," he says again, dotting a kiss on the meat of your thumb. "I didn't tell you so you'd feel sorry for me." 

"I do feel sorry. I feel so sorry," you say quietly. 

"Don't cry…" Steve shifts into a better sitting position as the first tear trips over your waterline. Your hand falls to his collar. Your fingertips rub his collarbone. "I was lucky, I had everything I needed." 

"You just told me your parents didn't like you, Stevie, I wouldn't call you lucky. That they went away for months– How old were you?" 

He winces. "Fifteen?" 

"You were still a kid." 

"I was old before my time." 

"No, you weren't." You sniffle. "I didn't know about that, Stevie. I didn't know about any of this, I'm so sorry."

"Why are you sorry? I never told you." 

You bring both hands up now, placed gently against his chest, talking to him with a tenderness that makes his body ache, "If you think that it didn't matter, I'm really sorry. Imagining you that young, sitting there thinking they didn't like you? That breaks my heart." You're not overly dramatic despite the tears, but you say it with conviction. "You're not supposed to feel that way." 

Steve laughs quietly. "I know that, dummy. Why're you this upset about this? It was years ago." 

"Because it happened to you," you say, pouting at him sympathetically. "I don't know. I guess I figure how heavy that must be carrying around this whole time, thinking they didn't like you and that it was your fault." 

Steve tries to say something, his mouth dry as sand, but he supposes he had said that, in a way. It is what he thought, what he thinks. If he were better, if he were more interesting, more attractive, more talented, they'd stick around. He pushed himself in every sport they'd let him play hoping he'd see his dad standing in the bleachers one day. 

"You're not annoying," you say, wiping your tears. You square your expression into a steadier set. "You're amazing. If they couldn't see it then and if they refuse to see it now, that isn't something you did, Stevie. Maybe they gave you a car and an Amex card, but what you deserved most was–" Your determination to calm down wanes as your voice turns airy and scratchy, like you're trying not to sob. "You deserved to feel cared about. 'N' I'm sorry you didn't, because I love you more than anything."

Steve pulls you in for a hug. Mostly because you need one, but it doesn't hurt to hide his face from you know. His eyes burn, his heart pounding in his throat and between his ears as his arms climb up the length of your back. He focuses on that, the feeling of his hands and his bare forearms against your soft shirt. His chin goes over your shoulder and he presses the side of his head to yours with more force than he intends. 

"Don't wind yourself up over it," he murmurs. "I know it sucks, I promise I get it, and I love that you're sorry, I love you, but it's not worth crying over. They're not worth it." 

You tuck your arms behind his shoulder. Steve indulges in your smell, the warmth of your closeness. Talking about his parents is like poking at a purple scar. It's healed for the most part, but it's far from invisible. He usually ignores it all. 

"Is it weird that I'm kind of vindicated by your, uh, reaction?" he asks under his breath, as though someone might hear him and call him out for it. "I don't want you to cry, but…" 

"I'm in your corner." You pull him impossibly closer. "I'll always be upset for you. Even if you don't think it matters anymore, that's the kind of stuff that stays with you, you know?" You kiss his hair. Twice. A third time. "Sorry, I know I always make stuff about me, crying 'n' all." 

"That's not true," he murmurs, rubbing your back. 

He hates that you're crying, but he's glad, too. Glad all that pain isn't made up. Your reaction is proof he didn't just imagine how much it hurt to always want something he couldn't quite grasp. 

"You didn't deserve that," you say. 

"I know." 

"I love you." 

He knows that too. "I love you. You gotta stop crying, okay? You need your tears for the end of the movie when he crashes his car. How are you gonna bawl your eyes out for Sinatra if you've wasted them all on me?" 

You laugh wetly. "I think I've made a wet patch in your hair." 

Steve relaxes, reassured at the sound of your laugh, precious as spun silver even doused in waterworks. "That's cool. I needed a shower anyway." 

—

thank you for reading!

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[sweetsbfreex]

the super seller patch!

Warning: none

Pairings: dad!mafia/gang!steve rogers x wife!reader

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“Mommy’s gonna make sure you get your patch!” You tell your five-year-old daughter, Elysia, while you fix her blue, decorated vest. 

You’re kneeling in front of her small form, silently swooning at how adorable she looked in her uniform. Dressed in her blue beret, matching blue skirt, a white collared shirt, her favorite sneakers, and a white, polka’d fanny pack to store the cash.

She was excited and fidgety as you explained exactly what she would do. But she smiled up at you, her front tooth gone, as she listened to you intently. 

“Okay, mommy!” 

You stand up after kissing her full cheeks, guiding her to Steve’s office door. She looks back at you one more time, as her tiny fist stands parallel to the door. Eyebrows furrowed in uncertainty. 

“Go ahead” you whisper, smiling. 

She nods and smiles in return before her knuckles rasp against the wood door. 

-

The room's attention is taken by the Jacobean stained door. Steve smirks knowing that knocking pattern anywhere. He couldn’t count on one hand how many times a day he’d hear it on his door. Followed by an “Are you almost free daddy?” while one of his favorite faces poked through the gap. 

“Come in” Steve ushers in, a soft smile on his face when his little girl toddles in groaning softly at the weight of the door, but as always she steps in the room. 

“Hi daddy!” She bobs on her tippy-toes, causing her pigtails to bounce as she waves her arm at her father (who sits at the head of the table.) 

“Hi baby doll, how can I help you?” 

“I’m— I’m trying to get my S-super seller patch.”

She tells him everything he needs to hear, smiling at how adorable she looked in her outfit. 

“That’s great, baby, go ahead,” he tells her with an elbow set on the table while his bearded chin sits in his palm, watching the heir in her come out as she starts her rounds at the table. 

“Hi!” She stops in front of a buff, grumpy man; his hair is pulled back in a bun and the sides shaved. “I’m Elysia, I’m selling cookies to earn my super seller patch, would you like to buy cookies?” She recites, and quickly after pops a smile so her dimples are displayed. She may only be five, but she knew exactly how to work her cuteness to her upper hand. 

The man, Wong, holds up his hand and shakes his head softly, “No, thank—“

Steve clears his throat, eyes going flint-eyed towards the new recruit. He still had a lot to learn and this was one of them. Under his rule, Elysia was a princess; if she wanted a piggy back ride you’d agree, if she wanted a tea party you’d agree, and if she wanted you to buy some cookies you’d definitely agree. 

“Actually,” he starts, smiling nervously at the Girl Scout and glancing at Mr. Rogers as he takes the clipboard and pen, “I’ll buy 15 trefoils.”

“Thanks!” She beams, taking the clipboard back once he’s finished and stashing the cash in her fanny pack. 

She continues, no one has the guts to say no to her and she lights up inside when she’s handed big bill after big bill. 

Mr. Laufeyson purchases twenty boxes of Savannah Smiles and three boxes of trefoils. This information causes the sound of snickering to flow in the room. 

“What?” He snaps,when he turns his head everyone is quick to hide their smiles and laughter.  

“I never would’ve pictured you as a Savannah Smiles guy,” chuckles Mr. Strange. 

Mr. Kent purchases forty-five boxes of thin mints. Mr. Wade orders fifteen thin mints and fifteen do-si-dos. 

She steps in front of her uncle

“Hi Uncle Sam!” 

“Hi Princess, I see you’re selling cookies?” 

“Yea, would y’wanna buy some?” She holds out the clipboard, a smile on her face.

“Are you kidding me, hand that over” he smiles, his gap on display. Without a second thought he writes the number 75 next to his name. It didn’t matter what he got, as long as he put a smile on his co-god daughter's face (yes, ‘co’ because Bucky and Sam wouldn’t stop arguing over who her Godfather would be, and you and Steve weren’t sure if you wanted any more kids.) 

She takes the clipboard and the cash, eyes blowing wide at the double digit number, “seventy-five!! Thank you so much, Uncle Sam!” Throwing herself into his arms. 

“No problem” he smiles, squeezes her, then kisses the top of her head. 

She skips her way to her Uncle Bucky.

“Hi Uncle Bucky! I’m selling cookies to earn my super seller patch, would you like to buy cookies?” 

“Of course, skipper, I couldn’t leave my goddaughter hanging like that could I?” 

By his name he writes the number 80 and hands it and the cash to Elysia. Her eyes grow even wider at the number. There were a lot of things Elysia hadn’t learned at the ripe age of five, but one thing she did was that 80 is larger than 75.

“Eighty! Thank you so much!” She hugs her uncle tightly. Who smiles down at her and kisses her head also. 

“Leysia, you mind if I see that clipboard,” 

She looks up at him with concern in her eyes, before handing the clipboard over. Before she knows it, he’s handed it back to her. The number seventy-five is crossed out and its place is ninety-five. One thing each man could not stand was being upstaged by the other, especially in front of their goddaughter.

Bucky snatches the clipboard from his hands, taking a pen from the pocket in his suit jacket. Crossed off is the number eighty and its place one-hundred. Sam takes it back quickly writing another, and the cycle continues three more times before they finally call it a truce. 

Elysia collects the money with pure giddy, at this rate she’d get way past the super seller patch! 

Finally, she trots over to her father who lifts her onto his lap, kisses her cheek before tickling her a little bit as she squirms in her lap giggling. 

“Let’s see how well you swindled these chumps,” he jokes, looking over the paper as he calculated the numbers in his head. “295 boxes! All right doll” he nudged her chin with his knuckle. “You’re well on your way past the super seller patch, you might even get the top cookie seller patch,” he grins. 

“Really!”

“Really” he answers, “You head back to mom, okay, I’ll see you guys at home later.” 

“Okay, see you, love you” she wraps an arm around his neck before kissing his bristly cheek. 

“I love you too” 

-

He just walked through their bedroom door right when she slipped on her navy, silk nightie. 

“You” he points at her then crooks it back and forth. 

She sauntered over to him with a meek smile on her face, throwing both arms around his waist. 

“Yes,” she answers sweetly. 

He had to keep his mind on track, but the smell of her lotion was doing things to him. 

“You.” He takes her cheeks in his palms, pulling her in for one kiss, “You are diabolical, you know that?”

“Well” you hum, “You call it diabolical, I call it networking.” You shrug. “She was freaking out over the patch, how much did she end up getting.”

“Two-ninety-five” he grins. 

“Awhh, was she happy?” You ask. 

“She was ecstatic,” he motions with his hand. 

“You’re such a good dad,” you hum, eyes going low as your finger trailed the side of his jaw then over his eyebrow. 

“You’re a terrific mom” he responds, leaning so his lips locked with yours. He pulls back, “Is this night ending how I think it will”

“Maybe?” you answer, pecking his chin. 

Before you know it, everything is upside down and a stinging pain on your ass.

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[talesofesther]

the heart that matches mine

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Summary: You and Wednesday attend Nevermore's Christmas Eve party; with matching sweaters.

Requested by @dingus85

A/N: This story is part of my Christmas Special event. I wish everyone a Merry Christmas. <3

Masterlist

"Pretty please?"

You begged, holding both matching Christmas sweaters in your arms, the soft fabric molding between your fingers as you looked at Wednesday with your best puppy eyes.

Wednesday huffed, she regarded you with a serious look before snatching one of the sweaters from your hands without a word, making you squeal in happiness.

It was a sight to behold; Wednesday Addams walking down the stairs with a white and red sweater filled with reindeer and Christmas trees, holding onto your hand — who also wore a sweater, exactly like hers.

Given that there was practically a blizzard roaring outside, the students were gathering at the school's venue for a fun night on Christmas eve; Principal Weems had ordered a few snacks, there was music playing and the place was warmly decorated with orange blinking lights and a large Christmas tree in the middle of the room.

As soon as you both entered, Enid was making a beeline to you; "OMG, you two look adorable," she exclaimed, the little Christmas hat she wore bouncing with her excitement.

You could see she contained herself from pulling you and Wednesday into a hug, making you chuckle; "thank you, Enid."

"How do you always manage-"

"Don't ask." Wednesday cut off Enid's question to you before she could finish, making the werewolf grin.

"Your soft spot is showing, Wednesday," Enid winked, "anyways you guys gotta try the gingerbread, it's to die for!" And with that, she was running off to Ajax's side again.

You squeezed Wednesday's hand once it was just you two, her sweater was a little too big on her, the soft fabric getting between both your palms as you pulled her along.

Most students were dressed the part, even Weems had a red dress and white shoes that fitted her to perfection. The tables had Christmas-themed towels over them, each one with an ornament on top; the song playing was one you didn't know but the melody was a soft, pleasant one; and the array of golden lights attached to the walls and ceiling got the room all warm and magical.

"You have to admit it's a nice holiday," you said, walking around the Christmas tree and to the table filled with snacks.

"There's a disgusting amount of colors for such a small room," Wednesday grumbled, taking a tiny bite of the gingerbread and furrowing her brows when she realized it really was good, "we could be celebrating in infinitely better ways." Her eyes were set on you as she finished, on the glow that the many lights cast over your skin.

"You know what my favorite part is?" You asked with a grin, sneaking an arm around Wednesday's waist and pulling her body closer to yours. There was something about seeing her with a fluffy sweater that got you wanting to squish her to you and not let go.

Naturally, her hands came to rest on your shoulders as an adorable tilt came to her brows, trying to solve your riddle.

You twirled her around until you stood under a little mistletoe trinket, the smile ever present on your lips, "extra excuses for me to kiss you."

Wednesday's lips quirked up in a small, mischievous manner. Her hands closed around the collar of your sweater and she pulled you toward her with intent.

It was the most you'd ever get from her in the middle of so many people; Wednesday wasn't the most affectionate, but she was intense in her own way; with how she hardly ever lets go of your hand or how she kisses you quickly yet passionately enough to get your knees weak.

She pulled away only enough to brush your noses together; "to this, I could get used to."

Your nose scrunched with giddiness, you pushed strands of hair behind Wednesday's ear, your fingertips grazing the soft skin of her cheek; "merry Christmas my little raven."

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Thank you for reading this little story. Feedback and reblogs are very much appreciated. <3

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[sissybabycucksophia]

Be careful what you wish for. Especially when your a sissy.

What if nice strong woman saw you for the sissy you truly are and decided to claim you under the guise of “dating”? You’d probably be soo into it at first, excited at the thrill of being with a strong Domme Mommy. She’d probably start out by letting you pretend to be a man with her, but soon enough she’d start playing with your little hole, making you squirt everywhere like a proper sissy with her fingers. Meanwhile she starts sneaking laxatives and diuretics into your food and drinks. You might make it to the bathroom the first time but eventually your going to make a big mess in your pants, after that she will suggest you wear diapers, you might be hesitant at first but she’s persistent and a few more more ruined pants later you’ll be forced to submit and wear your diapers. After that she would start calling herself Mommy and insist that you call her that too since she’s the one who’s going to be changing your diapers. Then Mommy would introduce you to pegging since you love her fingers so much, your definitely going to love Mommy’s big cock pushing in and out of your fuck hole and pressing right into your bitch button. At that point Mommy would buy you a bunch of pretty, short skirts for the sole purpose of making diaper checks easier, your going to look so adorable 🥰. Soon enough Mommy officially gives you the title of sissy since that really is what you are, you wear pretty skirts, you can’t help but fill your diapers and you take Mommy’s big cock in your ass. Your Mommy’s sissy and she makes sure you and everyone else know this with a pink collar that says sissy on it in big bright pink letters. Now that your officially Mommy’s little sissy there’s no need to pretend your a man anymore! Mommy throws away all your boy clothes and buys you pretty frilly sissy dresses in pinks, purples and even a yellow one to match the constant state of your diapers. Mommy still loves pegging you but now she really makes you beg for it and even then she doesn’t always give it to you. At this point Mommy decides she needs someone to help take care of her little sissy baby, maybe another Mommy or what she calls a fem-daddy or…. What if Mommy got a real man to be your Daddy? After a while of your caretakers denying you some release via Mommy’s cock you’d probably start rub rubbing and humping your squishy diapers, maybe you get away with it once or twice but eventually your caught and a chastity cage is fitted to your sissy clitty and your smelly bottom gets paddled. When Mommy and Daddy decide you’ve been a naughty little sissy you get tied up, face down ass up in the punishment crib with an enema and a thick thirsty diaper, you can expect a nice hard paddling after a few hours in your messy diaper. When Mommy and Daddy decide you’ve been a good little sissy you might get some buzzies on your cage through your squishy diaper or get your sissy hole filled and fucked. Mommy and Daddy may decide you get to serve and pleasure them in the evening before you get to fall asleep in both their arms. There’s no going back, you can’t escape. Your a diapered sissy slave. Mommy wouldn’t make you a sissy, Mommy would just show you how much of a sissy you always were.

Is this what you want? Do you really want to be a slave so badly? You want to be forced to use the girliest diapers and made to wear pretty, frilly dresses, all while being a horny little bottom bitch? It’s probably inevitable for a true sissy like you isn’t it?

That was 🥵🥵🥵really hard to read and not get mega stiff 🥵🥵🥵 yeh i think you pretty much nailed everything i’d cave in and accept like a lil wimp🥵🥵🥵 you must have been a follower for a while 🥵🥵🥵

[ilyluffy]

so. what kinks is hakkai into 👀👀

who needs sleep when i can ramble about my bf instead hehe

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: i wrote this so quick i’m so sorry, dom!hakkai, gn!reader, spankings, praise, dumbification, thigh jobs, pet play, petnames “pretty”

spankings — not the hakkai really wants to hurt you but he has the perfect hands for spankings. his palms are so large that the moment his hand comes in contact with your ass it makes it jiggle instantly. he can’t get enough of the way your butt moves when he slaps it. oh and don’t even get him started on those little whimpers and whines that you let out when he spanks you. they’re musics to his ears.

praise — hakkai makes a big effort to praise you lots. he wants you to know how much he adores you but he especially likes it when you give him a bit of praise. whether you’re telling him how good his cum tastes or how good his cock makes you feel, it’s enough to make hakkai’s cheeks turn red and his girth twitch with need.

somnophilia — hakkai’s a little ashamed of it but the idea of fucking you while you were fast asleep is enough to get him hard. you look so peaceful and innocent when you’re snoozing away which only makes him want to ruin you more. he’d get explicit permission from you before even attempting to do this to you but when he finally gets the opportunity to slip his cock inside of you while you’re dream world he swears he’s in heaven.

dumbification — he doesn’t even really need to try and fuck you stupid. hakkai’s so big that you’re practically dumb on his cock the moment he bottoms out inside of you. to him you always look pretty but there’s something particularly perfect about the way you look with your tongue out, drooling and mindlessly babbling about how much you love his dick.

thigh jobs — ugh your thighs <3 hakkai loves them so much. so much so that he loves covering them in his cum. what better way to do this than pulling out last minute to make a mess on your legs. or there’s the alternative option, he could just fuck your thighs. the way your plump flesh squeezes around his cock makes him feel dizzy. when his dick is between your thighs you better bet that’s hakkai’s reaching his orgasm really fast.

petplay — maybe this is taboo but hakkai likes the idea of pet play. he’s probably embarrassed to admit it to you but if you express interest he’s all for trying it. the thought of dressing you up in a pair of cat, dog, or even bunny ears drives him nuts. of course you’d need a pretty collar to match that lets everyone know who your owner is. you’re hakkai’s little pet and as a good owner he’ll give you whatever you desire <3

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#hakkai shiba #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers thirsts #hakkai shiba smut #hakkai shiba x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev smut #tokyo rev thirsts #tokyo rev x reader #apollo writes ✎ #apollo is thirsting (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)

[wrengrif]

It is time for my favorite game...

Good Omens, What If.

Now yesterday, I read an amazing post by @ishomieokay, who postulated a very convincing theory that Aziraphale was going to end up being the Big Bad, because Supreme Archangel power was going to corrupt him.

Naturally this made me sad -- until I really started to think about it.

What If - Aziraphale did become power-mad?

What if he did become 'You Bullied Me And Now I'm Your Boss, Bitch' Supreme Archangel. Like it would be so FUCKING BAMF. Utterly horrifying, but utterly BAMF. He walks through the elevator, one of the archangels says something snide (my money is on Sandalphon, asshole), and Aziraphale just Supreme Archangel kicks him through the Heavenly Moon Door and makes him Fall. And while the other archangels are standing there, gaping, he straightens his collar and says, "I think you'll all find I have very little use for abusive language. Do keep that in mind. Where is my office?"

After that it's like as it's Lucifer 2 - The Principality Strikes Back. Aziraphale censuring angels left and right. Uriel doesn't get kicked - Uriel gets beaten for what they said about Crowley and then thrown out for a million mile dive. He makes Michael re-do the entire Second Coming. He's punching and kicking a hole in the archangel system that should be filled by someone who is willing to pull on the brakes. But no one does! Everyone is Too Fucking Scared.

The Metatron realizes that he hasn't trapped Aziraphale up there with them, they are all trapped here by A z i r a p h a l e. Aziraphale who is going to burn everything down because none of it is worthy (Aziraphale isn't worthy) of God's Love and they are just going to tear Heaven and Hell down to the nubs in the floor, and maybe Earth too because you know what, none of it is worthy of God (Crowley). Finally, Saraquel has had enough. She slaps the Down Button to Earth. Rolls herself into whatever dive bar that Crowley is in, and tells him point blank that if he doesn't help stop Aziraphale, it's going to be worse than Armageddon. Everything is going to be destroyed down to atoms, even wine.

Crowley gets to do two things that he's probably always wanted to do. One, he gets to be James Bond. Breaking into the Heaven (the Bond villain lair), knocking out some angel guards, maybe even punching Metatron in the face for getting them all into this situation in the first place. Second, he gets to kick open the doors to the Supreme Archangel's office, stare Aziraphale down from where he's seated behind his invisible glass desk (I imagine him petting a white duck. Why? I don't know.), looking forbidding and dressed in a silver white that matches his hair and his beard. Stereo-typical God, y'know.

And they stare at each other, for a long moment, glowering with all the hurt, and pain, and still - still - love that they have both known for six thousand years. Finally, Aziraphale speaks, his purple eyes flickering, "So what exactly are you supposed to be?" Crowley smiles That Sharp Smile, that one that Aziraphale adores. The one he actually fears. Crowley reaches behind his coat, and says, "Me? Crowley. Anthony J. Crowley. And I'm now the world's greatest magician, because I'm about to make you disappear." Aziraphale tenses in his throne, filled with that same sense of dread and can it be, hope? that Crowley is here to end him. Crowley doesn't look away as he growls, "Hocus Pocus, Supreme Arsehole." He pulls in front of him .... a bird cage. With a nightingale in it. Who immediately begins to sing. Crowley takes off his glasses, looks Aziraphale dead in the eye, and speaks in a rough voice. "I forgive you."

And just like that ... the Supreme Archangel crumbles down into dust, leaving behind a weeping Aziraphale.

End scene.

... I'd probably add some explosions in there. Just for fun. Oooooh and when Crowley is kicking ass through Heaven the song that plays is 'Don't Stop Me Now'.

#aziraphale #crowley #good omens #bamf aziraphale #crowley anthony j crowley #weaponized nightingales

[hummingbird-of-light]

Round 2: Thirteenth story for @badthingshappenbingo ~

Title: To Serve A Master

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS)

Character(s): Robert "Robbie" Scott, Original Character(s)

Relationship(s): Robert "Robbie" Scott & Female Andorian OC, Robert "Robbie" Scott/Leah McCoy (mentioned)

Rating: T

Words: 2,789

Prompt: Made a Slave

Warnings: Enslavement, Violence, Character Death(s)

(You can also find this story on AO3)

~ To Serve A Master ~

His heart was racing as Robert "Robbie" Scott let his eyes wander through the big hall. There were so many different species, some he knew and some he had never seen before. They were talking in various languages and Robbie really wasn't sure if he wanted to understand what they were saying.

His eyes widened in shock and he slowly backed away when he saw one of the prisoners getting pulled out of his cage. The pirates attached a leash onto the poor being's collar and it was pulled away by its new 'owner' who looked quite happy, ignoring the prisoner's squirming and screaming.

Robbie pushed his back against the wall behind him, trying his best to hide. He didn't want to be seen by any buyers and the metal walls in the back of the cage offered at least some place to hide.

The Scotsman still remembered how the shuttle he'd been on, had been attacked and kidnapped by space pirates. It had all gone so fast. There had been no way for the poor engineers to defend themselves.

And here he was. Locked up in a cage. Waiting to be sold.

His throat was sore and his stomach was aching. He hadn't had food or water in days. The pirates hadn't cared about their prisoners in the slightest bit.

"What about this one?"

It surprised Robbie quite a lot when he suddenly understood the words of a male voice.

"Oh, that poor thing. It looks so scared," a pitying female voice followed and Robbie slowly turned his head to look through the bars.

There was one of the pirates, accompanied by two other beings. Reddish fur covered their slim and tall bodies. They were dressed quite elegantly. Robbie looked at the face of the male being. Four red eyes were accompanied by a wide mouth with thin dark blue lips.

The creature looked quite disturbing to a human being like the Scotsman.

"It is a human. Clever and intelligent," the pirate explained, praising Robbie as if he was some kind of livestock. "It's good at working with machines."

The eyes of the male creature narrowed, inspecting Robbie even closer. Robbie noticed a device that had to be a universal translator on its jacket.

"So not exactly what we are looking for. Don't you have something else?"

The pirate was about to answer, but the female creature instantly grabbed one of the six arms of her male companion, burying her sharp claws in his fur.

"But, F'Li'Gr, just look at it! It's so lovely! And I'm quite sure that it can follow orders just like every other being."

She glanced at Robbie with a hopeful look in her eyes, then turned back to her companion.

"No, C'Ka'Gr, I do not wish for another oh-so-smart being in our household. You know that sooner or later it tries to outsmart us and then we have to kill it once again."

Robbie tried his best to keep his face from frowning. Those beings really didn't seem to be very smart if they talked that way in front of everyone. But they also talked about killing whoever tried to outsmart them, therefore it was still important to be careful.

"Oh, please, F'Li'Gr! It's so adorable! And I'm sure you'll find ways to make it behave."

The smile that pulled at the male being's lips at its partner's words sent a chill down Robbie's spine. He was pretty sure that he didn't want to know about those ways.

"Yes, I suppose you are right about that."

The alien eyed Robbie once more from head to toe, then turned to the pirate.

"How much?"

"600,000."

At hearing that price F'Li'Gr just laughed.

"150,000 maybe."

The pirate shook his head.

"No way. 500,000."

"250,000."

"350,000. Or we'll find another buyer."

"Come on, my love, 350,000 is a good offer," the female alien begged her husband with puppy eyes and that one sighed.

"Fine. 350,000. We have a deal."

The eyes of C'Ka'Gr brightened up as soon as she heard her partner's answer and she made a joyful squeaky sound.

"I'm sure that it will be perfect."

Her eyes seemed to bore into Robbie's soul and he pressed himself even tighter against the wall.

But it was no use.

As soon as the sales contract was signed and the money paid, the pirate stepped into the cell and attached a leash onto the collar around Robbie's neck.

"Have fun in your new home, human. Who knows, maybe you'll survive longer than your predecessors."

~

The Scotsman eyed his surroundings in disbelief. As soon as they had reached the huge mansion of F'Li'Gr and C'Ka'Gr, a servant had been ordered to bring Robbie to his room.

To say that the room was luxurious would have been an understatement. It was huge. The ceiling and walls were made of an incredibly elegant stone and every piece of furniture you could dream of was in every nook and cranny.

"This is your room, 350."

At hearing the number, Robbie turned around to the young alien woman standing behind him; she seemed to be Andorian. He furrowed his brows in confusion.

"What?"

Luckily a translation device had already been attached to his shirt so that the other one was able to understand him.

"350. Your new name. My name is 10. Every servant here is named after their price," the young lady explained, pointing at Robbie and then at herself. The owners of the house must have told her the price while he had been busy just staring at the entrance hall.

Robbie shook his head.

That was horrible! F'Li'Kr and his wife were robbing all their servants of their names?

"But... what's yer real name, lass?"

The servant's eyes widened in shock and she shook her head vigorously. She grabbed Robbie by his shirt and looked up at him in fear.

"We are not allowed to talk about our names! The master will punish us if we do."

Robbie only nodded slowly. He could tell just how scared the girl was of the people she was serving so he gently placed his hands on her shoulders to soothe her.

"Okay. I... we won't tell each other our names, 10."

It was hard to get the number across his lips, but he tried to think of it as a nickname.

"Please change into proper clothing and then head downstairs to meet the masters in the dining room. They will await you, 350."

With one last nod, 10 hurried out of the room and Robbie glanced at the wardrobe. He better listened to the young woman's advice if he didn't want to be punished.

~

The dining room was just as big as the rest of the mansion and Robbie carefully stepped inside. His eyes fell onto the long table. There were countless dishes.

"Ah, 350, there you are. I was starting to get impatient."

F'Li'Gr gave Robbie a stern look. The human swallowed hardly, then lowered his head. It'd be best to behave.

"I'm sorry. I... I couldn't find the dining room right away."

"Oh, don't worry, you'll get used to it. Come here; sit down with us."

C'Ka'Gr gave Robbie a smile as she nodded at one of the chairs. Slowly, the Scotsman obeyed the order and sat down.

"It is an old tradition that a newly bought servant of ours is allowed to dine with us on their first day here. We will ask several questions to see what work you will be able to do and to get to know you," F'Li'Gr explained and Robbie nodded.

He didn't know what to think of all of it, but when the master started to interrogate him, he answered every question truthfully. Robbie could only hope that sooner or later he would find a way out of this place.

~

He didn't know how much time passed him by. For days, weeks, maybe even months Robbie did everything he was told. F'Li'Gr had assigned him to be his personal servant, probably so that he could keep an eye on him. The human helped the male alien get dressed, took care of the fur and claws and did everything else asked of him.

And as long as the Scotsman followed every order given to him, life wasn't too bad. Every servant owned a huge room, recieved food and water and wonderful clothes. They were quite literally imprisoned in a golden cage.

Only one time Robbie had helped 10 with her tasks in the kitchen and had been too late to wake their master on time.

The punishment had been painful and bloody.

Even now Robbie could still see the scars the whip had left on his back and chest. Since no doctor had treated the injuries, those marks would quite probably stay forever.

The Scotsman sighed heavily as he buttoned his shirt. His eyes wandered out of the window. It was a beautiful day.

A day he would have spend with his girlfriend Leah or his son Chris if only he had been able to return to Earth.

The thought of his loved ones made his eyes tear up. He missed them with every fiber of his body. And he'd give everything to see them again.

A knock on the door caught Robbie's attention and he quickly headed over and opened it.

"Oh, good morning, Master."

It surprised him to see C'Ka'Gr. Of course, the female alien had shown a special interest in Robbie since the day they had met, but she hadn't really visited him all by herself.

"350, may I come in? There is something I would like to talk about with you."

Robbie blinked in confusion, but quickly took a step backwards to make room for the woman.

"A-aye. Of course."

Even though he tried his best, Robbie couldn't stop his hands from shaking as he closed the door behind C'Ka'Gr. What was going on?

"H-how can I help ye, Master?"

A smile pulled at the blue lips as C'Ka'Gr stopped pacing through the room and turned to look at her human servant.

"From the day we bought you, I knew you were the right one. All of your predecessors weren't smart enough, but you. You are different. I saw it right away."

She took a few steps forward and placed one of her hands on Robbie's cheek. The Scotsman flinched at the touch, but didn't dare to pull his head back.

"My husband likes you. You somehow managed to gain his trust. Impressive."

Robbie furrowed his brows in confusion. What was C'Ka'Gr getting at?

The smile on the alien woman's face widened.

"You see, there is a machine in our room, hidden behind the bookshelf. A machine that is able to destroy every being we want to be destroyed. Unfortunately, I have no idea how it works. You, however, are good with machines."

Robbie's mouth went dry and he swallowed hardly. Such a machine sounded horrifying! A machine to kill every being one didn't like...

"I... I don't understand..."

"Oh, 350," C'Ka'Gr chuckled, "you are so adorable."

Robbie's heart skipped a beat when the woman leaned closer to whisper the next words into his ear.

"Find out how the machine works. Explain it to me and I'll let you go."

The human's eyes widened in disbelief. She'd... let him go? He'd be free? He'd get to see Leah and Chris again? It sounded like a dream.

"B-but why would ye..."

A finger found its way to his lips to shut him up.

"Shhh, that doesn't need to concern you. Just be a good servant and do as you're told."

Without another word, C'Ka'Gr smiled mischievously and left the room, leaving behind a very confused Robbie.

~

"What's on your mind?"

Robbie blinked a few times as he heard 10's voice next to him. He sighed and looked over at her. From all the other servants, he liked the Andorian girl the most.

They were taking a walk in the gardens.

"10, if... if ye got the chance to leave this place and... and get back home, would ye take it?"

10 tilted her head in confusion, then chuckled.

"What? Of course! Anything to get back home. Back to my family."

Robbie nodded understandingly.

"But in order to get free, ye'd have to do something, that could endanger many people. Even then, would ye still do it?"

10 seemed to muse for a moment, but eventually nodded her head.

"There is nothing I want more than to get back home. It may sound egoistic, but... I want to be free."

Robbie nodded. He understood her all too well.

"But why would you ask that, 350?"

"Oh, uhm, just some thoughts to keep my mind distracted," he quickly said, despite knowing that the Andorian girl was seeing right through him anyway.

"Well... whatever you decide to do, I'm sure it'll be the right decision."

He could only hope for those words to be true.

~

He was alone in F'Li'Gr's room. He had found the machine right where C'Ka'Gr had said it would be.

His heart was beating as he inspected it, found out everything he needed to know about it. He was a technical genius. It was no big deal.

Still, Robbie couldn't help but think of what this machine could do. How many lives it could destroy.

Maybe, just maybe, he could find a way to make it self-destruct.

Footsteps in the hallway coming closer caught Robbie's attention and he quickly pushed the shelf back in front of the machine.

When the door opened, Robbie was standing next to the bed where he had already placed the new clothes for his master. He gave him a polite nod.

"350. Is everything ready?"

"Aye, Master, of course."

For a second, F'Li'Gr glanced at the bookshelf and Robbie feared that he'd notice that it had been moved. However, the alien man didn't say anything.

"Help me get changed, then you can leave for dinner."

Robbie nodded.

"Of course, Master."

~

"So? What did you find out?"

It was already quite late when C'Ka'Gr entered Robbie's room and asked him the question she wanted answered the most.

He swallowed. Could he really tell her about how the machine worked? What would she do with that information?

"I... there is something I'd like to request."

The words left his mouth before Robbie could stop them and C'Ka'Gr gave him a curious look.

"Oh? What would that be?"

"If I find out and tell ye how the machine works, will... will ye let all of us go? Every servant working here?"

Once again, the female alien chuckled.

"That is a very high price, 350. But... I think I can grant you that wish. After all, I'll be the most powerful person on this planet once I know how that machine works."

Robbie's thoughts were racing. He could save everyone. He could be free. Just like 10 and all the others.

So he did the only thing he could. He told C'Ka'Gr everything he had found out and he could only hope that it was no mistake.

~

Everyone was gathered for breakfast. It was a very special day. F'Li'Gr's birthday.

The master had asked for all his servants to be present. Only one person was missing.

"Now where is my wife?"

Robbie's heart started to race as he thought about C'Ka'Gr. What was she doing? Why wasn't she there with them?

Fear spread inside his stomach and he felt cold sweat forming on his forehead. A dark premonition started to fill his mind.

"350?" 10 whispered next to him and he glanced at her. Confusion and worry were written over her face.

"I... I know where she is."

Robbie was just about to say something to F'Li'Gr, but it was already too late.

When their master started to scream and vanished into thin air, everyone could only watch in horror. Robbie's eyes were wide.

C'Ka'Gr... she had planned on killing her husband! And not only that.

One after one, all of the servants disappeared into thin air.

300 and 250, the siblings taking care of washing and cleaning the rooms.

20, 50 and 5, working in the kitchen, preparing food day by day.

And 10. The Andorian girl who just wanted to get back home. Robbie's one and only friend he had found. The lass he had wanted to save.

"No, no, no!"

Tears streamed down his face as he tried to pull 10 into a hug, but she was gone before he knew it.

And when his own body started to dissolve, he knew that he had made a mistake. A mistake he could never undo. A mistake he'd pay for.

#bad things happen bingo #prompt: made a slave #fandom: star trek aos #fanfiction #robbie scott #ocs #whump #enslavement #violence #character death

[danmainacc]

TETSUBO | TWO

pairing: leonardo hamato x black! fem! reader

word count: 2.4k, longer than my usual

warnings: violence, blood, gets a little dark, innuendos, mutation, mutants, happens in the shows timeline but all are aged up 3 years, and sadly April doesn’t exist.

a/n: very much self insert

...

"Black Submarine, are we clear?" Raph asked over the walkie-talkies.

I took a quick look around to make sure no one else was on the rooftop. "Affirmative, Red Rover."

"Copy," he smirked, hanging up.

I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose.

'I don't know how I let them talk be into this.'

The boys wanted to do a cannonball into this rooftop pool and me, being the sucker I am, said yes to helping them.

Just then, Donnie's grappling hook attached to the building behind me, and the boys came zipping over not too long after.

I zipped up my poncho as Raph gave them the signal and they all jumped off the zip-line.

"Cow!"

"A!"

"Bun!"

"Ga!"

"CANNONBALL!" They all shouted with a smile.

I whipped out my camera and caught the moment just as the crashed into the water, clearing out the entire pool.

"Whoo hoooo!" I cheered throwing my fist in the air as they danced in the now empty pool.

"You must be this rad to ride that ride," Mikey smiled, pointing at himself.

"Uh, based on our velocity and entry angle...I concur! We rad," Donnie smirked, throwing down some peace signs.

"You guys crushed it," I congratulated, unzipping my raincoat and throwing it to the side. "Gimme three."

They each jumped out the pool and gave me a high five, adding their own little flip or spin to it.

"Couldn't have done it without you, (y/n). Our girl with the plan," Raph smiled.

"And keys to the roof," Leo smirked, throwing his arm around my shoulder as he jingled the keys, making me swipe them back from him, blush growing on my face.

"Now let's go bungee dunk on the hoops at Rucker Park," Mikey cheesed, squeezing his way in between the two of us.

'Thank youuuu, Mikey.'

"I'm down. Just one thing first," I nodded, grabbing two signs and tossing them on the ground. "Wet Floor and Dry Pool."

"My work is done here. Leo, can I hitch a ride?" I asked, turning to the blue clad turtle with smile.

"O' course, sweetheart," he grinned, turning around and crouching. "Hop on~."

I rolled my eyes and blushed, grabbing his neck and wrapping my legs around his waist. "You irk me so much," I sighed.

"You love it," he shook off.

I rested my head on his shoulder and they jumped off the roof, landing on the next one when Raph missed and crashed into the wall.

"Hey, guys, hold up. Poor thing looks lost," he stated, pointing to a little cat-dog thing in the middle of a construction site.

We all jumped down to see it, Raph's jump startling the little thing.

"Awww. Hey, little guy. What are you doing here? Come to big Raphie," he cooed, trying to get the thing's attention.

Everyone did their best to silence their snickers.

"What? Pets love me, all right? I am one with the animals," Raph smiled.

The thing made quick work scratching up his face before jumping into my arms, licking my face.

It was love at first sight.

"Ack! You are so ADORABLE!" I smiled, rubbing my nose with it's own.

"Pfft. I can be adorable," Leo scoffed, crossing his arms.

"It looks so weird. What is it?" Mikey asked, scratching his head.

"It's mine is what it is," I cheesed, giving it a hug.

"Maybe it's some kind of nuclear St. Bernard," Donnie joked, noting the thing's collar, which had some glowing green liquid inside.

A loud scoff interrupted us and we all turned around to see two, large human men standing at the entrance to the site, with dogs in their baby holders.

"Ooh! Humans! Initiate plan H," Raph whispered.

"Um, excuse me, sirs. Can you direct us to your local science fiction convention that we are currently dressed for?" Leo asked, giving himself a lisp.

I did everything in my power to hold in a snicker.

'Oh, I am never letting him live this down.'

"Snazzy alien turtle outfits, huh?" Mikey nasally smirked, adjusting his sash.

"We are just typical, normal humans who got lost in the middle of our normal, everyday human lives. Nailed it," Donnie awkwardly chimed.

I facepalmed, my new pet doing the same thing.

"Dude, you gotta make it to rehearsal," Leo whispered.

"Give to me creature. How you say....Pretty please...or I'll destroy you," the larger on threatened me with a Russian accent, getting closer.

Leo quickly stepped in front of me, shooting the man a glare as I blushed behind him.

'Get yourself together, (y/n)!'

"Really? You think you're gonna step to our friend? Rookie mistake, hoss," Raph threatened back, cracking his knuckles.

"And if you step to my friends for stepping to you for stepping to me? You're gonna have to step to me, dicks," I added, sticking my tongue out at them with a smirk.

"You do not intimidate us, with or without your fake nerd voices," the Russian one dismissed.

"That was actually my real voice," Donnie frowned, crossing his arms.

"Well, you better get intimidated, 'cause we're like nothing you've ever seen," Raph smirked.

"What's wrong with my voice?" Donnie asked the rest of us.

"Not now, Don," I sighed, giving him a pat on the shoulder.

Suddenly, the two men started glowing purple, these purple-light-blobs circling them.

"Whoa!"

"No way!"

"Dude."

"Jumping Jack Flash!"

My eyes went wide as their dogs began turning into some hell-hounds or somethin', and they turned into these aliens with armor.

"So...you guys from Jersey?" Leo joked at we stood off.

"Really, Leo?" I groaned.

"What? I can't make a joke in the middle of the craziest thing ever? That's how I cope," he smiled.

"Whatever. This is our chance to finally use these babies," Raph smiled as the brothers whipped out their new weapons.

As the guys charged as us, I shook my head. "I can fight thugs and all, but aliens and hell-dogs were not in the job description so...I'm just gonna go over here," I excused, getting me and my new dog friend out of the way.

"Guys, I got this," Donnie smirked, activating the jets in his bo-staff. "Fibonacci!"

It was about to hit the alien, but instead spiraled out of control in mid air, so my dog teleported in the air, grabbed it, and brought it back to Donnie, coming right back to me after.

"Hey, it plays fetch. And teleports, which is--OH, MY GOSH, IT TELEPORTS!" Donnie freaked, quickly getting shot with a glowing beam of light from the alien's sword, landing on a stack of cinderblocks.

"Holy shit, Donnie! Are you okay?" I frantically asked, running over to him.

"Pro tip: the inexplicable glow-y wave--extraordinarily painful," he groaned.

I turned back to the rest of them to see that we were losing, bad. Leo was on the floor, Mikey had beat himself up with his nunchucks, and Raph had just gotten toss by the hell-hound.

'Shit!'

"Hey! Uglier and Ugliest! Leave them alone!" I spat, throwing bricks at the monsters.

One of them made their hand glow again and I swallowed hard, preparing for the beam coming my way, but instead, it made a force-field come around my new dog friend.

He tried teleporting out of it, but it wouldn't let him.

"Hey!" I shouted as they starting pulling him towards them. I held onto the field as tight as I could as it dragged me along with it, shock of electricity eventually shooting me back

"I have the agent and the vial. Hyah!" The monster shouted, his hand opening this weird looking portal in the wall.

"Whoa!" The boy marveled, the sound of a bicycle bell interrupting them.

"Sweet shortcut," A man with shockingly large earlobes smiled as he he rode his bike towards the portal.

"Wait, this is not a short cuuuuut--AAAAAAAAH!"

"Aah! Good to know," Mikey winced.

The monster got back on his hound and began riding towards the portal, my dog friend still in his hand.

"Hey! Give him back!" I exclaimed, running after them.

"(y/n)! No!" Leo dove after me as I jumped into the portal, it shutting before he could make it.

"AAAAAAAAAH!" I screamed as I free fell down this blue hole.

'If I die, I'm haunting those guys for the rest of their lives.'

I landed on this hard, stone bridge and lifted my head, only to see all these different types of mystical, alien looking things everywhere.

"Whoa," I gasped, standing up. "I'm definitely not in New York anymore."

I looked up into the sky to see a window like thing that let me view the Metro Apartments and the above-world sky.

'So maybe I'm just under New York.'

I turned around to see this large, castle-like building not too far away.

"Maybe they took him there."

...

After a lot of exploring, I've come to the conclusion that this castle has a lab, which is where they're keeping my little dog friend and the food delivery guy.

I still don't know how I'm gonna save my little friend and get out of here, so I barricaded myself in the weapons room for the time being.

"I gotta find something to defend myself with. Who knows when some mutant-thing'll show up," I sighed, walking up the steps to the weapons platform.

There were so many to choose from, battle axes, kunai knives, shurikens, the whole nine.

"(y/n)," a voice whispered.

I whipped my head around to see something glowing (f/c) in a barrel of weapons. And despite my better judgement, I went towards it, pushing the rest of the weapons out of the way to reveal a tetsubo.

"Dibs," I smiled, picking it up.

I almost immediately dropped it. The shit was heavy.

"I'll get used to it."

Out of nowhere, I heard arguing coming from the tunnel, and it was coming fast.

I got into a fighting stance, holding the tetsubo like a baseball bat, as whatever it was finally landed.

It was the boys.

"It's like if magic and science had a baby!" Donnie smiled, looking around the room.

"(y/n)!" Leo smiled, jumping up and pulling me into a bone crushing hug. "Don't scare me like that, man. I thought I lost you."

My cheeks turned beet red and I looked up at him. "What? No faith in me?" I asked with a smirk.

"Pssh. You know I do," He smirked.

"Save the goo-goo eyes for later. Right now we need to get some weapons," Raph smirked, him and Mikey running up to the weapons platform.

"Oh, yeah. I got myself one," I smiled, triumphantly holding up my tetsubo as it glowed black.

"Oooooo," The three marveled.

As they scrambled to get some weapons I walked over to this crystal with Donnie.

"What about you, D? Don't you want a glow-y weapon?" I asked.

"No, I'm good. I'll never let you go," He happily whispered to his bo. "This looks interesting, though," he snatched the purple crystal.

"Oh, yeah!" Leo smirked at the three posed with their new weapons.

"Let's go save that dog thingy!" Raph cheered.

...

We rolled out the tunnel and landed in the laboratory, where this guy with sheep horns looked at us evilly.

'Oh, that's definitely the boss villain.'

"All right, you unusually buff bookworm, give us the little guy, and you'll walk out of here with your horns still attached," Raph ordered heroically.

"Shouldn't we also stop him from creating-crab men?" Leo added.

"Crab men?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Long story," Donnie sighed.

"Good note. Okay, give us the little guy, stop creating crab-men--." "Imitation crab-men," Donnie corrected.

"Jesus," I groaned, facepalming.

He kept on saying it over and over, the boys making their own revisions, so I got impatient.

"Enough talk!" I shouted, jumping down from the ledge and going straight for the sheep-guy.

"Oh, my gosh! She just ran in!" Mikey exclaimed, horrified.

"Puny human! How dare you attack Baron Draxum?!" he shouted, angry.

"Like this!" I smirked, bringing my tetsubo down on him, aiming for his head.

He managed to move out the way just in time and I slammed it on the ground instead, a (f/c) glow surrounding me.

And suddenly, I multiplied into 5 other mes.

My eyes shot wide. "Holy shit!"

"Did she just multiply?!" Donnie exclaimed.

"I think I'm in heaven," Leo smirked.

I blushed dark red at his comment, but while I was distracted, Draxum threw down these seeds to created these purple, vine-tentacle things.

I dove out the way just in time and the boys jumped on top of them, hitching a ride. And out of nowhere, a giant robot thing popped out the ground.

'This is too freaky!'

"Oh, my gosh!" Mikey exclaimed.

"Aaah! It looked at me!" Leo shuddered.

It grabbed the tentacle-vines the whipped it, throwing the boys off, but they quickly jumped back up.

Leo grabbed his odachi and ran over to the monster's foot, slicing it clean off. So I took this as an opportunity to run up the thing's leg and back.

I wound up the tetsubo and suddenly, the 5 of me came back. "Awesome!"

But suddenly the six of us, turned into 50. "Doubly-Awesome!"

We all wound up the tetsubo again and slammed it into the thing's head, making it yell in pain and swipe it's hand at us, causing me and my doubles to fall off.

"Shit! Leo, catch me!" I shouted, the ground fast approaching.

"Which one?! You all look the same!" He panicked, frantically raking his eyes over all my doubles.

"The one that's gonna kill you if you don't catch me!" I growled.

"I'm just gonna guess!" He shook his head, jumping up and catching me just before I hit the ground, the rest of my doubles poofing away once they smashed into the rubble.

"You were this close to getting haunted," I breathlessly smirked, pinching my fingers.

"Relax, babe. You think I would let a pretty thing like you fall?" He smooth talked, wiggling his eyebrows at me.

I turned dark red and turned away from him, crossing my arms. "Dumbass."

And with that, I passed out.

...

"Guys, I think she's waking up," Mikey smiled, calling the others.

"Really?! Out the way," Leo smiled, shoving his brother into a wall, smirking at me as I opened my eyes. "Good morning, Sunshine."

"Huh? What happened?" I asked, rubbing my head as I sat up.

Just then, my little dog friend appeared in my lap, giving me a happy yip and a lick to the face.

"Well, we found out we have mystic powers, defeated that Draxum guy, saved little guy over here, escaped the Hidden City, and accidentally released thousands of oozequitos into New York," Donnie listed on his fingers.

"Wow. Who knew someone so adorable could be the cause of so much mayhem. Hey! Mayhem's a cute name," I smiled, snuggling with my newfound friend.

"Alright, well we're gonna go play with our new mystic powers in the dojo. Wanna join?" Leo offered with a smile.

"Let's go," I smiled back, throwing my arm around his shoulder and having Mayhem teleport us.

...

#rottmnt #rottmnt leo #rottmnt leonardo #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #nickelodeon

[nightshiftpodcast]

It's spooky season so I just have to ask, what's everyone being for Halloween? I can't settle on any single idea for any of them, but I can imagine Seb, Styx, and Quin doing that tiktok ghost challenge that's been going on for the past few years

This is the MOST important question ever asked and we've just spent over an hour deliberating in our production team group chat North: Night Shift Coffee throws a Halloween party every year, and it's a big deal for North, who was born to throw Halloween parties. For 2022, it's Max Mayfield from Stranger Things S4 with white-out contacts. If they weren't working, it'd be The Jackal from the movie Thirteen Ghosts, complete with head cage.

Justin: If Justin had gotten his way, he'd have dressed as Sailor Moon - but couple costumes with his girlfriend are an obligation, and she gets what she wants, so Justin and Celia come as Drogo and Daenerys. Celia loves Game of Thrones and Justin's shirtless, so it's a win-win for her (when North sees him, they get a bit dizzy)

Seb & Angelo: Angelo doesn't do Halloween, but since he's agreed to the party, he lets Seb coerce him into a priest outfit ("It's basically just a shirt with a collar, you won't even notice you're wearing a costume") because it was an easy win and Seb is not immune to hot priest, and then Seb spends like 4 hours on the sexiest demon costume he can put together, complete with eyeliner, horns and a tail

Quin: Quin hasn't really celebrated Halloween before but seeing as everyone around him now is super into it, he gives it a go and dresses as Morpheus from The Sandman because he's had some comments saying that's his vibe

Styx: Styx goes as Seb.

Phoebe & Spencer: Phoebe is always adorable on Halloween so she goes as Bo Peep from Toy Story. Spencer is always intentionally obnoxious on Halloween, so he goes as Jesus. He's extra obnoxious when he sees Seb and Angelo's costumes.

Cam: Cam dresses up as a mushroom, in a cute little white dress with a homemade red and white spotted mushroom shawl that lights up

Diego: Diego has been tempted out by Cam and his budding friendship with Seb (and Styx, sort of) so he's coming as Gandalf - but like, Gandalf the Beer Wizard. Staff made of empty beer cans, beard made of cotton wool.

Jenny: Velma from Scooby-Doo, with added lesbian pride this year, complete with oversized magnifying glass

Lea: Lea fully intends on an extensive costume but she runs out of time because she's working, and ends up throwing a Rosie the Riveter together last minute. It looks great all the same.

Olivia: It's gotta be slutty for Olivia, and this year it's Jennifer Check in her cheerleader outfit with blood all over her mouth.

Mira: There was no deliberation on this – Mira comes in an ABBA disco jumpsuit with platform boots. The coffee shop rents a karaoke machine and Mira and Seb hog it for half an hour

Rafe: To Angelo's horror, Rafe and Seb are friends now, so Rafe's coming too. He dresses up as a Dad. Socks and sandals, knee-length cargo shorts, fanny pack, Kiss the Cook apron. It's dad joke time, ALL the time this halloween

Miles: God knows why Miles is at the Night Shift halloween party but he is. He heard Angelo was going and wasn't going to miss an opportunity to bother him. He's wearing a full suit on his upper half - suit jacket, shirt, tie in a windsor knot, cufflinks - and fishnets and booty shorts with high heels on the bottom ;)

#night shift podcast #send asks #thank you for this we've had a RIOT #halloween

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings Kinktober 31 NSFW Alphabet (Peter Steele) Tattooed Wings Alphabet Headcannons

WORDS: 1515

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Peter is big on aftercare- after all, he literally just got done reaming his soulmate with his giant dick, so he’d carry her in for a warm bubble bath, absolutely doting on her. After, he’ll spoon her in bed, gently massaging her sore muscles with his large hands as she drifts off to sleep.

  B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of their partners)

Peter loves Mary Claire’s brilliant sapphire blue eyes and her short height. On him, he likes his multi-talented hands and the sinful sounds they can pull out of her.

 C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Peter knows Mary Claire isn’t a big fan of the taste of his cum, so when she’s blowing him, he almost always pulls out and showers her neck and tits with his juices.

 D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory)

Peter never knew that he had a size kink until he met tiny Mary Claire. With their comical difference in size, Peter loves how she trusts him to not hurt her, but he also adores when she asks him to “FUCKING RUIN ME” How can he deny her?

 E = Experience (How experienced are they?)

You’re kidding me, right? Peter Steele had his own fair share of one night stands with groupies and the likes. He lost his virginity at age sixteen to a past girlfriend and never looked back. He is the KING of the bedroom.

 F = Favorite Position(s)

 MISSIONARY

Peter is a little old fashioned, he likes missionary because he can look into his sweetheart’s eye as he makes love to her.

 69

He also really likes 69 because he can eat out Mary Claire while having her  his cock.

 COWGIRL

Sometimes, he just wants to sit back and let Mary Claire control the speed and tempo of things, plus he can ogle her luscious, bouncy tits to his heart’s desire.

DOGGYSTYLE

From time to time, Peter will return home in a frustrated mood, and only after getting consent from his sweetheart will he RAVISH her petite body, marking her and claiming the smaller female as his.

 G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

Peter is pretty serious during sex, although he will allow for a sarcastic quip to make the love of his life break into her melodic giggles from time to time.

 H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

After the royal fuck up that’s known as Peter Steele’s PlayGirl centerfold, he just stopped caring about his cock area down there, letting it run wild, just like the mane on his head. Unlike the hair that everyone can see, his private bush is a white-grey color from age, and it is THICK and CURLY.

 I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Peter is extremely romantic towards his sweetheart. Whenever she goes on tour with him, he always makes sure to treat her to nice dinners and takes her out to picnics and late night snuggle fests in bed.

 J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcannon)

Mary Claire has accidently walked in on Peter when he was jerking his monkey and he only tossed her a lazy smile before motioning her closer to him. Needless to say, Peter jerks off at least twice or more in a single day.

 K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Peter has a great deal many kinks, all which he is eager to try out with his sweetheart- pregnancy kink, size kink, priest kink, fire kink… he is also surprisingly into roleplay. His favorite scenario to act out is him dressing in his priest’s collar (AND NOTHING ELSE) and “punishing” her for her “sins” by dripping melting candle wax all over her.

 L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Peter is pretty adventurous- he once had Mary Claire cock warm him while he was giving an interview, and no one was any the wiser. Of course, once everyone was done and had left them alone, he goes absolutely WILD and claims her as his own.

 M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

All it takes most days is Mary Claire doing some nonexciting activity like laundry or baking a pie. Since Peter is a tall man at close to six foot eight inches, he had A LOT of sexual energy.

 N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Peter won’t try anything like scat, piss or vomit play or be too rough. Mary Claire has serious trauma in relations to sex, and he doesn’t want to cause her any further mental scars.

 O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

While Peter apricates the occasional blowjob from Mary Claire, he doesn’t actively seek her out for a blowjob. As how he’s huge, he doesn’t want to cause her any discomfort or end up seriously hurting her. Besides, he quite enjoys the taste of her slick on his tongue. It (oddly enough) reminds him of honey and popcorn.

 P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Peter’s pace depend on a wide verity of things- if they need to be somewhere, if they’re doing a quickie or if they have all the time in the world, what Peter’s temperament of the day is…

 Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Quickies are awkward for Peter because in the past, he liked bending girls over in half and claiming them that way, but as how his soulmate is under four foot ten inches, he finds himself hoisting her up and having her cling to him as his cock jackhammers in and out of her tight little hole. It’s tricky, but they make do.

 R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Peter’s middle name is risk- he loves taking a chance. The riskiest place he claimed Mary Claim was on top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris when it was just the two of them up at the top.

 S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

Peter can go for countless rounds, lasting for hours. When he and Mary Claire both cum, he will take a twenty minute break to allow them to catch their breaths and do a quick check in and if all is good, he powers up for another round.

 T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Peter doesn’t have a problem with Mary Claire using toys to work herself off, but she did one time buy him a vibrating cock ring and she teased him while he was wearing it onstage, ramping it up when he would hit the high notes on songs. He played it off as being drunk, but everyone knew better. After the show, he gave his soulmate the best dicking of her life.

 V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Peter is LOUD. Like only a fool wouldn’t be able to assume what they’re doing behind closed doors. He grunts and groans and growls like a feral animal in heat.

 W = Wild Card (Get a random headcannon for the character of your choice)

One time, he willingly let Mary Claire tie him up and try to act as a dom. It was cute- she was bright red and kept breaking to do little check ins with him. But what she wasn’t aware of was that Peter had untied his hands from her clumsy knotwork until she was sitting in his lap riding him and he gripped his hands to her back, bringing her in closer to him to kiss her adorable face.

 X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Have you seen the PlayGirl’s August 1995 edition? The man is PACKING, at over 13 inches long and is incredibly thick and veiny.

 Y = Yearning (How high is his sex drive?)

Peter is ALWAYS erect, much to Mary Claire’s amusement. So, from time to time, he’ll whisk her off and away from whatever she’s doing to help with his little “problem” and she is always more than happy to help.

 Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Peter won’t go to sleep until he’s finished caring for Mary Claire and she’s asleep. Only then will he snuggle up next to her and let his eyes fall shut.

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[sugarsynthesis-kg]

SUGAR SYNTHESIS: Chapter 1 Motive

You all receive a letter on your beds. Stamped with... Chocolate?

The Next Day, in the Ballroom, everyone shows up dressed to the nines, the majority in the chocolate-themed attire provided. As people settle in, eventually the candy coated mascot herself shows up. Gracefully strutting in wearing a fluffy chocolate themed ballgown, little bonbons around the layers of material, and almost piped "frosting" like pieces on each tier of the dress. Her usual gloves were exchanged for full length chocolate colored satin ones, and nothing much had happened to her ruffled collar and long, shimmery pigtails. The tinsel woven in them shimmering under the golden lights of the chandeliers.

"Hello Hello~!" She greets, cheerier than usual.

That couldn't be a good sign.

She hitches up the mass of her dress with a huff, and marches towards the stage proudly. Standing in front with a snide smile. Clearing her throat like a megaphone, she speaks.

"Welcome! Welcome, my children of the candy corn. Thank you all for attending my Ball. You all look adorable!~ I'm sure you're all wondering what my big surprise is…."

And as she continues, You watch as the projector rolls downward from the ceiling. Malice quickly illuminating her face as the features make a quick whir into place. The footage is not of a pantomime this time. In fact, its security footage- Opening on a dark room, and cages at the ceiling. You can't hear much aside from the bubble of something and gears turning.

Like a clock.

The bubbling sound makes its presence more apparent as Jubilee explains what it is. Molten chocolate. Threatening to consume the cages whole lest they got much lower. And what really made things worse- was that wasn't just anyone locked up.

You knew these people.

Siblings, Friends, Lovers. Parents, Trusted members of your life. Here they were, confused- trapped, and all collectively in distress of some form, whether they showed it or not. Voices overlapped each other like a horrible static as you could hear them call out to you. And it was unmistakably them, the only thing hidden being their faces. Which were rudely covered with sacks- likely to stop them from being able to see their surroundings and captors properly.

"This is LIIIIIVE footage, people. So get cracka-lackin!"

"No Questions this time." She says, smiling like the cheshire cat. "I'll answer the ones you're all dying to know however;

Whoever kills first will free their loved one, and ugh. I suppose the others.

But for now, You cannot say your final goodbyes to them.

I want to watch you all squirm like little wiggly gummyworms knowing you can't tell them you love them."

She cackles again, relishing in the doom and dread she unleashed upon you, and your dearly beloved.

#Youtube

[doodleybugg]

Bimbi reader / Remus Lupin?? Tell me all about it!!

(babes I'm bored and horny so give me all the nasty bits)

YES OMG OKAY I WAS WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK AAA

firstly,hi, welcome to the hellhole i call my mind, grab some coffee but do NOT get comfortable 💀 i'm going through it

tags: nsfw, 17+ please, dumbification, humiliation, degradation, praise, collar, roleplay ish vibes, nicknames, bimbofication, dom/sub dynamic, spit, cockwarming

oKay so y'know about bimbo!reader 😍😍 well I think mean!Remus is a PERFECT match for her omggggg

sorRY my brain is just melting at the thought

i already mentioned the 'bunny' thing, ugh he just loves it so so so much because not only is it a lil dehumanizing, it's so cute

and seeing your reaction to it (well, readers reaction to it, i'm not trying to say this is how you specifically would react because everyone's different and blablabla), how you melt and get all dumb, your words are barely even mumbles you're just "mmm, am bunny, bunny is me and bunny is adorable" !!!

that's not the ONLY nickname he likes to call you though, there's angel, pretty, little one (mostly for subspace), baby, bubs, flower, dummy, pup,

just anything overly sweet and overused by horny teenagers yk??

he likes to baby you CONSTANTLY, cuz you're jus' a cute lil thing and he's big and strong and he knows what he's doing 😩

he'll set out your clothes for tomorrow, make sure it's something cute so you'll actually wear it without a fit but not overtly so because men suck :((, make sure you've eaten that day and took your meds if you need them, when you have a headache or period cramps he's there with everything you could need or want, just uGHH this man!!

but as nice as he is, he's equally mean 😍😍

if you're mouthing off, his favourite thing to do is to force his fingers into your mouth, then urge you to keep talking so you get all flustered cuz it's awkward and you're drooling and everyone's staring an- but he's just laughing,kissing your forehead and moving his fingers around to play with your tongue hshskhska just anything to humiliate you because that's what works (my headcanon to this headcanon is that he licks his fingers afterwards)

or he'll be working on something at his desk while you so obviously need attention :( and you look so so pretty sittin there on the bed with your little dress and your big eyes :(((( whining and bugging until he finally gets fed up and lets you go over to him, where you find he's already rock-hard from having ignored your pleas already

and he lets you sit but as soon as you start moving it's a sharp glare and he's pinching your nipple cuz how dare you :0 rem was so nice to let you do this and you're dumb enough to ruin it? you'll sit there and look pretty and if you clench one more goddamn time- 😤

welp i think that's a good stopping point? i'm so sorry for anyone who had to read that omg 😭😭

#atyd remus #marauders era #marauders textpost #marauders #atyd marauders #the marauders #marauders map #harry potter marauders #mean bf remus #remus #remus john lupin #remus lupin #remus lupin fanfiction #remus lupin fanart #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin smut #remus lupin x fem!reader #remus lupin x oc #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus smut #remus x reader #remus x y/n #remus x you #remuslupin #young remus imagine #young remus lupin #young remus x reader

[rogersevans]

Quarantine Wedding

Pairings: Chris Evans x Y/n Downey - Chris Evans x Y/n Evans

Warnings: just fluff, wedding (if they make you emotional), implied smut towards the end

Summary: Y/n never planned her dream wedding, but in their back garden, surrounded by their families, during a global pandemic seems pretty perfect to her. apart of the evans’ series.

Sunday mornings were Y/n’s and Chris’s favourite day of the week, the only time they got to stay in bed, tangled in the sheets and each other, going undisturbed from the outside world. Chris currently had Y/n lying between his legs, her back against his bare chest as he rested against the head of the bed.  

Y/n was absentmindedly playing with the engagement ring on her finger, something she had started to do since he put it on, twiddling it with her thumb.

Dodger was at their feet, on his back with his legs spread, snoring away.  

“We should get married.” Y/n mumbled like she was thinking something through in her mind, thumb still playing with the ring.

“We are...” Chris reminded her, placing a small kiss to her temple. “That’s what this is for.” Taking her small hand in his, holding it up to show off the ring as it glistened in the Sunday morning sun.  

“No,” she protested with a giggle, getting up onto her knees and wrapping the sheet around her naked body, turning to face her fiancé. “I mean sooner, like tomorrow.”  

“Tomorrow?”

“Or Thursday if you’re too busy.” Rolling her eyes playfully she scooted closer to him, now in his lap, the sheet now being held up by their bodies, closing the gap. Her hands finding his hair, raking her fingers through it and massaging his scalp. “I want to be Mrs Evans, I want to get married in our back garden, with our families... No one else.” Chris hummed in agreement, letting his hands fall to her hips.  

“You don’t want a big wedding?” Licking his lips, his eyes now open and focused on every detail of her, the small freckle that sat just above the curve of her right breast, the thin chain that sat around her neck with a small diamond C resting in the centre he’d bought her on their second anniversary, the butt dimpled in her chin, something she hated but another thing he adored.  

Truthfully, she didn’t, she never envisioned herself surrounded by 300 people as she said ‘I do’, she just wanted a small, intimate wedding, less than 30 people.  

The pair had been engaged for five months and the pandemic had haltered all of their plans to celebrate, they had various zoom celebrations with their families and friends and when they were allowed to travel back home their hallway was filled with presents and balloons.  

They had managed to keep the news out of the press, wanting to bask in the newness of their engagement privately, it had been blissful but Y/n was becoming impatient.  

Silently shaking her head, she dipped her head her lips just a whisper away from Chris’s, “I just want you, as my husband.” She whispered making Chris’s entire body shiver, and in one swift movement Y/n is on her back with Chris lying on his side next to her, propped up on his elbow and tracing shapes on her are stomach.

She doesn’t stop herself from reaching up and cupping his cheek, booping his nose with her thumb, making them both giggle and then running her fingers over his beard, one her favourite features of her fiancé the way it feels against her skin makes her feel alive.  

“Tomorrow.” Was all he replied with, letting his lips fall down to her nose.  

After another hour of being tangled up in one another, the room filled with her soft moans and Chris made love to her, turned on at the thought of her becoming his wife tomorrow. They started organising everything, never leaving the bed unless it was for Dodger, food or toilet breaks.  

They had delivered the news to their families and the cheers or screams (Carly and Shanna) we’re piercing, even though the speaker of their phones.  

Chris booked flights for his family to be able to attend, they were getting in at around 10pm that night. Y/n demanded that everyone be tested before they stepped foot in their home, so she arranged for someone to come out and test everyone. Y/n’s family were due to arrive tomorrow morning, the nerves bubbled in the pit of her stomach at the thought of her mom and dad being in the same room again, something she hadn’t experienced in years.  

“Baby, it’ll be fine.” Giving a chaste kiss to her knuckles, “we’re getting married tomorrow.” He mumbled against them, his voice raspy and tired after a long day of planning, all doubt or anxiety about her parents leaving her body just from his touch, his words settled her completely.  

“I can’t wait to be your wife.” Standing to her tiptoes she nudged her nose with his, their gaze still looked before her eyes fluttered shut, breathing him in and relishing in the moment before his lips found hers.  

“What are you going to do about a dress?” Scott asked in a hushed tone, not wanting Chris to hear their conversation, closing the door to their bedroom behind him.  

The house was extremely busy downstairs with everyone completing last minute preparations so Scott and Y/n had snuck away for a quiet moment to get ready, knowing Y/n didn’t function when stressed. He could tell she wanted nothing more than to have Chris at her side, one didn’t move without the other.

But Scott demanded, as the self appointed best man/man of honour, that they be apart for the night before and the day of, still up-keeping some form of tradition.

Unknowingly to Scott, Chris had snuck back into their bedroom last night when everyone was asleep, not wanting to be away from one another with the excitement of the next day bubbling. 

Like children on Christmas Eve.  

The busyness of the day had helped keep them both distracted, not giving them much time to sneak off for a moment of privacy. 

“I bought something a few months ago, thinking ahead.” Y/n rummaged through her and Chris’s shared walk-in closet, plucking a black garment bag which was hidden at the very back.  

Unzipping the bag, Y/n revealed the white, embroidered, floor length cami wedding dress. Scott couldn’t contain his gasp as he softly took the dress in his hands, admiring it silently.  

“Where did you find this?” His eyes not leaving the dress, his fingers running over the patterns.

“ASOS,” she started. “I saw it on there and had to have it, I’m going to wear it with these...” Trailing off as she bent down to pick up her pair of all white, high-topped converses, now beaming from ear to ear.

“You’re joking right?”

“Heels aren’t me,” shrugging her shoulders she took the dress from Scott and disappeared into the en-suite to get ready.  

“What about rings?” Scott asked on the other side of the door, he was sitting on the edge of the bed go through the checklist he had created in his mind.

“I think Chris has that sorted.” Was all she replied too focused on not damaging the dress as she slipped it on carefully, not hearing when Scott said something about checking on the decorations and leaving. 

After ten minutes Y/n stepped out of the bathroom to show Scott, her hair now falling freely over her shoulders and the slightest bit of make-up, the dress hugged her figure perfectly as the flowed around her.  

“Wow.” Chris’s voice sounded, making her jump back behind the bathroom door, shutting it, hoping he didn’t see too much. “Baby, what’re you doing?” Walking over to the bathroom door, trying to push it open.

“I thought you were Scott. You’re not supposed to see me!” Y/n cried from behind the door.

“I don’t care, we’re getting married during a pandemic, in our back garden with less than twenty people... So, I think the traditions are out the window.” His hand still on the door knob, letting a breathy chuckle out. “C’mon gorgeous, I wanna see you.” He attempted to persuade her.

Slowly the door started to open to reveal Y/n stood there, holding either side of her dress as she twirled for Chris, giggling as she did.

Well fuck, the sight made Chris’s heart swell, his palms became sweaty as his eyes trailed over her, drinking in her appearance, his smile never leaving his lips.  

Y/n took the opportunity to take in her fiancé's appearance, he was currently in black dress pants, a white shirt tucked into his pants with the top few buttons undone, and a tie hanging around his neck, untied. Her breath hitched in her throat at the sight, butterflies erupting in her stomach.

“Was gonna ask you to do my tie...” He choked out, his eyes now meeting hers.  

Without word she took a step forward and began fastening the last few buttons before making work of his tie, his hands found her hips, rubbing small circles with his thumbs as he watched her intently.  

“You look...” He started, but was cut off by Y/n.

“Handsome, you look insanely handsome. I’m lucky you’re about to become my husband.” Her eyes still fixated on the tie, her tongue dragging across her bottom lip as she concentrated. Once satisfied her fingers smoothed out his collar and tie. “Now go, before Scott sees you in here. Anyone would think he’s the one getting married.” Both chuckling softly.  

With her command Chris didn’t move away, just one step closer to her, closing the gap between them, his hands now cupping her cheeks, both looking into each other's eyes for a few seconds before he dipped his head down to kiss her.  

This kiss wasn’t like all the others he had sneaked in the past twenty four hours, it was different.

Y/n’s mind casting back to the night Chris told her he loved her for the first time, the kiss matching that. It was filled with adoration, passion and love, making her stomach do flips and her heart hammer against her chest.  

“Go,” Y/n mumbled against his lips after a few seconds, pushing his abdomen. “I’ll see you down there handsome.” Giving her one last kiss before walking away, leaving her now by herself as she jumped up and down in their bathroom, the tiniest squeal leaving her lips.  

The next half an hour rushed by so quickly, now the pair were stood at the bottom of their garden in front of their families, their garden littered with fairy lights hung above them, their families stood watching proudly. 

It was simple and perfect, no fuss. 

Scott was ordaining the ceremony something Chris and Y/n weren’t aware he could do until last night. Too scared to know the reason why he decided to become an ordained minister, “you never know when you might need it” was all he said. 

“Y/n,” Chris started, his hands shaking a little. “I can’t imagine my life without you, since you came barging into it 22 years ago. From the very first day of filming back in 2011, I knew you were it for me, even if I didn’t know it.” That caused everyone to laugh, “I love how you’re always there by my side, how you always tie my tie... Even if I know how to do it myself.” Y/n gasped shocked at his admission, laughing along with everyone. “At first it was a tactic to be near you, but the look of concentration you have every time, drives me crazy.” He laughed as she shook her head, beaming from ear to ear. “You make me the happiest man alive every day, even when you’re beating my ass at guitar hero. I love how passionate and impatient you are... Today being an example of that.” Everyone laughed again, he reached for her cheek and wiped the tears away with his thumb. “I can’t believe I get to call you my wife... I love you.”

Y/n was speechless, wiping away the tears that continued to fall, it was like he’d winded her with his words, her body tingled with excitement and love as the feeling of becoming Mrs Evans drew closer.

“Chris,” she started. “You are one of the most amazing, crazy talented, men I’ve ever known, I’m in constant awe of what you’re capable of... Seriously, it's annoying... I will make it my life mission to find something you’re not good at.” Chris’s loud laughter now echoed over your families laughs, his hand falling to his chest. “Your laugh, is my favourite sound of yours and if I could play it on repeat I would, but I’ll just settle for making you laugh with my terribly bad dad jokes-”

“Oh no!” Chris groaned at her statement, making everyone laugh again.

“Our love consumes me, I knew from the moment Lizzie told me you liked me that I had to have you, no matter what. Everyone constantly tells me how intense our love is, but it wasn’t until someone described it perfectly to me that I understood,” Y/n took the opportunity to side eye Scott, recalling the night they had a very drunken conversation about her relationship with Chris, making Scott laugh. “We’re so in sync with one another, you move, I move, we could be in a room filled with people, on opposite ends and we would still find each other without looking. Being with you,” she had to stop to compose herself, not wanting to cry during her vows. “Is like living a dream come true, especially during the simple times, no plans, no noise, just us doing nothing.”

Chris didn’t hide his tears as they freely fell, the sniffles from everyone, including Robert could be heard now.

After a few more words from Scott, once he calmed down, the cheers erupted as their lips connected, their first kiss as husband and wife. Chris pulling her flush against him, deepening the kiss. “I got you, Mrs Evans.” He whispered against her lips, making her giggle.  

The rest of the night was spent with their families, basking in the events of the day as they ended the night with the fire pit lit, gathered around it. Y/n was still in her dress and converse clad feet, her hair now tied up as she sat on the floor in between her husband's legs. 

She was currently admiring her wedding band, it was rose gold, slim and had diamonds wrapped around it, fitting perfectly against her engagement ring. reaching for the hand that rested on her shoulder, now playing with his wedding band, his band was thick, black and had a thin, rose gold strip around the centre. 

Chris had purchased them the day he bought the engagement ring and had hidden them in his sock drawer in his bedside, his hiding spots were getting better. 

“I’m so happy for you guys.” Robert softly whispered, puling his daughter into his arms holding her tightly against his chest. “I can’t believe you’re married!” 

“I know... I have to live with a boy!” She quipped back and Robert’s body started to vibrate with laughter, her cheek resting on his should as they continued to hug, not wanting to let go.

“My baby...” Now cupping her cheeks, giving his daughter one last look of pride before letting go. “You’ve always been my favourite child.” He whispered, Y/n knew he was joking but she laughed in agreement anyway. Out of her other three siblings they both shared a close relationship, Y/n was his saving grace when he was younger, having her at a young age bonded them. 

“Chris, I can’t believe you’re my son now... How weird.” Chris smiles broadly at the term son, instead of son-in-law, he knew Robert classed him as part of the family and not because he had to. "Welcome to the family, legally.. Let’s face it you’ve always been apart of this family.” Sharing a quick embrace before slipping past the newlyweds to speak to Lisa.

“Do you want to dance?” Chris bent down to whisper in his wife's ear, his hands finding her hips and back pressed against his chest, only to have her hum in response. 

Guiding her to an open spot in the garden, taking his hand in hers and spinning her so she was now facing him. His large hands resting on her hips whilst her hands snaked around his waist, the music that played from the speakers in the house guiding them. “You’re my wife,” stating softly, his lips finding her forehead.

“That’s right Evans,” the nickname now sounding futile with both being Evans’. “You’re stuck with me, no getting out this.” Her index finger was pointing between them before wrapping back around his neck. 

“Never.” 

It was nearing 2am when Chris and Y/n climbed the stairs to their bedroom, once the click of their door shutting was heard she reached behind trying to unzip her dress but struggled due to her tired state, contemplating just sleeping her dress.

Her thoughts were interrupted by her husband as he guided the zip down slowly, leaving slow, wet kisses on shoulder, using his callous fingers to brush the straps of her dress off her shoulders, the dress pooling at her feet, leaving her in nothing but her panties.  

“My wife, you’re stunning.” He said lowly, the only light in the room was the light of the moon streaming through the windows. Y/n turned to face him, starting to unbutton his shirt which was now untucked, tie long gone and the top two buttons already undone, his collar bones and tattoos poking out through his shirt.  

Pushing the shirt off of him, she traced his tattoos with her fingers, a hiss of pleasure escaping from his throat, making him tighten the grip on her hips she didn’t know he had.  

The C necklace glistening in the moonlight.

That’s how they stood for a few minutes, their eyes never breaking from one another, her arms wrapped around his neck, his hands on her hips.  

Y/n guided her new husband to their bed, the back of his legs hitting the edge and he sat down closely followed by her straddling him. “Mr Evans,” her voice laced with arousal. “I do believe, you’re wearing one too many items of clothing.” She tsked, her finger trailing down his abdomen, his muscles twitching when she did, effortlessly flicking the button of his pants open.  

“That can be fixed... Mrs Evans.” He purred in her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.  

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[missluckycharms]

What about nobody knows their secretly dating, but they’re always flirting. So one day all of their Friends are at a club and y/n gets on the dance floor and starts twerking and Harry comes up behind her and starts grinding and tapping her ass and all there friends are whistling.

This Little Secret Of Ours.

A/N: hiii! I made this into a best friends brother! Harry blurb and I also changed a few things. I hope you don’t mind! Enjoyyy !!

**I will be getting around to all your requests in the next few days, please be patient !! Thank you !! **

Warnings: suggestive content, mature language, alcohol consumption, Harry is a cheeky lil shit.

It started when Y/N was nineteen and Harry was turning twenty one. It was never meant to happen, but what could she do? She was attracted to him, and he was to her.

They have a connection that you cannot look past no matter how hard it would be for them to be together, they needed to make it work.

And they did, they’ve hid it from everyone for nearly two years now. No one even suspects the pair is together, they never leave anyone have any suspicion on if they might be together. They even go as far as having some little fake argument just to keep up the “we hate one another” image in front of all of their friends — Y/N’s best friend being in that friend group, Harry’s sister.

The only way that this works between the two, is because Harry has his own flat, he bought it recently and Y/N as basically moved in, she’s rarely at her shared flat with her other best friend — always saying she was visiting family for days at a time, but she was really hiding out in Harry’s small one bedroom studio apartment together, cuddled up under blankets away from the world.

Every Friday their friend group has a tradition: they all meet up at the local night club and catch up on their lives, talk about their week, have some drinks and just have fun. As they’re older, their lives are getting more hectic and they have less time together, so this little meet up each week gives them the chance to feel like teens again.

Today is like every other Friday, Y/N is in Harry’s getting ready, the pair fighting over the one bathroom, Harry running in ahead of her for a shower as she “takes too long” and she “has to shave her bits and bobs!” And it “takes for ages!” Y/N always fires back with her usual response: “you’ve long hair too! You don’t see me complaining when you take ten years to apply your hair masks and then give two washes of it all!”

That small argument happened nearly an hour ago, Harry laughed back and slammed the bathroom door in her face as she stands in only his bath robe, her towels in hand along with a new packet of razors she picked up on her way over here. She rolls her eyes and huffs turning around to head back into his bedroom.

“Might want to give it twenty minutes m’love, I used up all the hot water” Harry says calmly, walking out of the steamy bathroom in only a towel slung around his waist and another towel drying the ends of his long curls. Y/N looks up from her phone, her eyes narrow as they only have three hours to get to the club.

“This is why I go first!” She yells out, flopping down onto the bed in annoyance at her boyfriend who’s laughing while running some curl cream through his wet locks, his eyes focused on himself in the mirror.

“Gives you twenty minutes to have some Harry time!” He says wiping the residue of curl cream into his towel, his smile wide as she looks at him from where she’s laying on his bed, her lips in a pout and her brows furrowed in anger.

“I had plenty of Harry time this week, you were like a kid! Barely got any time to even pee!” She yells as Harry just laughs at her angry self, loving how cute she looks when her lips pout and her eyes roll with her pretty eyelashes framing them. He adores her, all of her.

The twenty minutes is spent by Y/N being tickled by Harry as she yelled and laughed loudly while he teased her for being ticklish, her body squirming on the bed as he hovered above her with his fingers tickling her ribcage causing her to loose control of her whole body and melt into a puddle of flailing limbs and loud screeches. Harry eventually let up his tickling, allowing Y/N to finally shower and start to get ready. He’s currently sat on his bed, ready to go in his black and white silk button up, black skinny jeans and some black leather boots. Y/N is currently curling her hair and applying some makeup as she stands in her outfit: a simple black silk dress with black heels.

“Look so beautiful m’heart, love the sparkly straps on your shoes” he points out when she’s finally ready, Harry sliding his phone into his back pocket to get a closer look at his girl, his hands snaked around her waist as he pulls back to rake his eyes up and down her body carefully, his lip between his teeth as he observes her.

“Thank you H, you don’t look too bad yourself. New shirt?” She asks reaching up and tugging on the collar a little, only three buttons done up on the whole shirt leaving his tattooed chest to show through with his many necklaces — what was more eye catching was how sheer the fabric was, allowing his butterfly and other tattoos to be visible when light is shined onto him.

“Bought it last week, more sheer than I thought but hey, who doesn’t want a front row seat to the nipple show? Huh?” He asks shaking his chest at Y/N, her eyes rolling as she slaps his chest playfully as he pulls her in for a kiss.

“Can’t kiss you until we’re back here, which won’t be for like, God knows how many hours” He mumbles against her lips as they kiss one another passionately and slowly, their hands roaming one another’s bodies as they take in every detail of each other.

“You always take me into the bathroom for a quick fuck or a make out session, don’t act like you don’t do that” she fires back with a tug to his bottom lip with her own teeth, a groans escaping his chest at her action, his hands squeezing her ass a little as he pulls her more into him.

“Keep talking like that and we aren’t going anywhere baby” he says lowly, his tongue licking over her bottom lip as she smiles against his lips, her hands roaming his chest, then his stomach and then down to his crotch, giving him a tight squeeze when she feels how hard he’s getting, Harry lets out an involuntary moan at the feeling, his hips pushing into her palm as she licks over his bottom lip slowly as she goes.

“Come on big boy, we have somewhere to be” she says pulling away, fixing her dress and wiping her lipgloss from Harry’s lips, her eyes looking at him innocently as if she didn’t just tease him and get him hard two seconds ago. He groans as she grabs her handbag, throwing a wink over her shoulder at him as she trots towards the front door of the apartment.

“You coming?”

“Unfortunately no” he says sighing, looking down at his erection in his tight skinny jeans, Y/N rolling her eyes at what he means.

“Harry, get out into the cab” she says tapping her foot against the floors, her phone buzzing with messages from the Uber driver that he’s outside and not waiting any longer than five minutes.

“Fine” he sighs, grabbing his house keys and sulking his way towards the cab, Y/N apologising for the delay and Harry just pouting like a toddler beside her as they head off to their night out with all their friends.

—

The night has gone smoothly, Harry and Y/N sitting at opposite ends of the table they’re all sharing in the booth, their eyes catching one another’s every few minutes but their slight eye fucking flies under the radar due to how dull it is in the club. Their friends are chatting, laughing and singing as they all sip their drinks and talk about nonsense, Y/N being dragged into conversation about how her job as a florist is going by her best friend Jada, while Harry is dragged into a conversation by their friend Chase about nonsense due to his drunken state — Chase loves to pre drink and now he’s drunk as fuck.

Harry is nodding and smiling along to Chase’s words, his fingers fiddling with his beer coaster in boredom, all he wants to do is have drunken chats with Y/N about nonsense like they usually do when they drink at Harry’s place, the pair having a bottle of wine each as they dish out random facts and stories from their childhoods and Harry’s one year long college experience — he dropped out because he couldn’t handle not being around Y/N, she was too far away from him and plus, his dorm mate was a nightmare.

He’s brought out of his small daydream of half listening to Chase while also mumbling along to the words of the song that’s blasting through the speakers in the packed nightclub, by his phone buzzing in his back pocket, he takes it out and keeps it under the table on his lap, looking down to see a notification from Y/N. He doesn’t look up as he opens it, his eyes widen at what the message says.

Y/N: mind if I shake my ass on the dance floor?

Harry: don’t you dare, your ass is mine and mine only. Don’t think about it baby love.

He looks up to see her looking at him, her lip between her teeth as she locks her phone, him mirroring their actions as they stop their small conversation. Her eyes are dark with lust, a tug pulling at the corners of her lips as she leans over to whisper into Jada’s ear. Harry watches her like a hawk, legs spread under the table, arms crossed over his chest and his head thrown back against the wall of the booth as he narrows his eyes at his girlfriend, her own challenging smile getting thrown back right at him.

Jada is the first to move, then Lola and then Y/N, leaving Harry at the other side being sandwiched between Chase and Niall, Niall is currently on the phone trying to speak to his landlord about a busted pipe in his house, but instead of going outside he insists to stay in here, he has a massive fear of missing out. That’s Niall for you. Harry watches Y/N like a hawk, his eyes never leaving her body as she holds onto both Jada and Lola’s hands, their smiles wide and they mouth along to the words of the song,

Her eyes are on him every now and then, her hips swaying as she dances with her friends, others around them dancing aswell as Harry doesn’t take his eyes off his girl on the floor, the lights flashing about and illuminating her every now and then as she moves to the beat of the song.

Harry’s eyes almost pop out of their sockets when he sees her bend over and begin to shake her hips, causing her ass to jiggle about as Lola and Jada spur her on, slapping her ass a little as she laughs loudly, looking over to Harry who’s now stalking his way to the dance floor, pushing past the crowd of people. Jada nearly slaps Harry when he picks Y/N up by her waist, flinging her over his shoulder as she laughs loudly, Harry shaking her head as barely anyone on the floor recognises what’s happening due to how dark it is, Jada and Lola following hot on Harry’s heels as he carries their best friend like a sack of potatoes back to the booth.

“What was that for?!” Jada yells slapping her brothers chest and bicep, her brows furrowed in anger as Harry now holds Y/N close to him his hands around her waist as they both look at Jada with small smiles.

“She was showing off what’s mine” Harry says with a smile, looking down at Y/N who scrunches up her nose with laughter, pecking his lips lightly as they both finally get to show love to another in public, in front of everyone.

“I knew it!” Niall yells nearly falling over the table, Chase whistling and clapping as he nearly passes out due to how much he’s moving right now.

“Only because I told you!” Lola fires at Niall who rolls his eyes looking at them all, Jada stood beside the pair not knowing what to say.

“We all had a feeling, we were just waiting for you both to say something; there’s only so many times we’ll believe your bra just some how ended up in Harry’s car” Jada says rolling her eyes with a smile, Y/N burying her face in Harrys chest in embarrassment over the story.

Jada hugs the two, immediately running up to order a round of shots in celebration of the new couple — well, not that new, but now they’re officially together in the eyes of everyone else. They couldn’t be happier and they couldn’t be more grateful that Jada didn’t lose her shit.

“Guess this little secret of ours is out, huh?” He whispers to her, her smile wide as she looks up at him with her arms slung around his neck holding him close.

“I guess so, boyfriend”

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[alcinadimitrescuwu]

A Modest Proposal (Alcina x Fem!Reader)

Premise: You finally muster up the courage to propose to Alcina Dimitrescu. But will everything go as planned?

Note: Even though we technically don't know Alcina's middle name, I gave her Carmilla as her middle name in homage to another beloved Sapphic vampire! :)

Warnings: blood. Steamy scenes her and there, but nothing NSFW.

As you take the last steps towards your mistress’s chambers you have to stop for a minute and take some deep breaths. The other maids had taken to giving you concerned glances all morning. Your nerves had been so fraught that a plate had slipped out of your sweaty hands and broken. You didn’t mind the stares. To everyone else, this is just an ordinary day. Not for you.

Today is the day you are going to propose to Alcina Dimitrescu.

However, you have some errands to run first. For that you are going to have to ask Alcina, ironically enough, for the rest of the day off.

You steel yourself, slap your cheeks to banish any last nerves and knock on the door.

“Come in,” you hear an elegant, mature voice call.

Lady Dimitrescu is seated at her secretary, lining up accounts for the month. Her brow is furrowed in concentration. Upon clearing your throat, she takes off her reading glasses and when she sees you a smile bursts across her face that takes your breath away.

After a year and a half of courting, you could still not believe that this beautiful woman was your lover. You take in her laugh lines and dimples, her slightly puffy cheeks that she hated but you found adorable, her carmine lips freshly painted, and her blue eyes with a corona of gold around them that you found absolutely mesmerizing.

She takes your hand and kisses your knuckles. “Yes, iubirea mea, what can I do for you?”

“I would like to take the rest of the day off if that’s alright with you,” you say in a rush.

She blinks, surprised, but then smiles. “I don’t mind. After all, you’ve been working so hard lately. Have you cleared it with the head maid?”

“Yes-” Before you can say any more, in an instant Alcina has bent down and taken you in her arms with your back against her ample bosom. You feel hot breath on your neck and her curls tickle your ears as she whispers, “We could spend the whole day together. How would you like that, pet?”

You find yourself lost for words as she moves your uniform collar and begins kissing your neck. You lean back and sigh. Her perfume is intoxicating. She moves one hand to your hip and the other begins to peel back your skirt.

You would rather do nothing more than to make love to Alcina on your day off, however there are other matters more pressing. It takes great self control to take her hands off of you. A look of hurt crosses her face. You turn around and give her a chaste kiss and hold her face in your hands. “Forgive me, darling. I would love to but I have some errands to run. May I see you later? Dinner, the usual time?”

Her expression brightens and she kisses you deeply. “I’ll look forward to tonight then,” she says, tucking a curl behind your ear.

You can only nod and when you turn around, Alcina gives you a playful slap on the bum. You look back at her and she gives you a devilish grin.

Closing the door behind you, you can’t help but let out a chuckle. Alcina’s libido, it seemed, could never be satiated. As you take a step you wince and rub your behind. That woman honestly didn’t know her own strength sometimes.

You wrap your scarf around you as you leave the castle grounds. It may be the dead of winter but you find yourself sweating from nerves. The Duke catches your eye and waves you over.

“Ah, Miss Y/N! Just the lady I wanted to see. Your package just arrived.”

You feel your breath catch but nod silently. He turns around and begins rummaging around in the store. You turn around so as to not catch a glimpse of the Duke’s massive behind and you freeze. Alcina is at the window enjoying her morning cigarette. And she is staring directly at you.

You whisper to him, “Wait.” Alcina is still looking at you as she’s taking a drag off her cigarette. Smoke wreathes her gorgeous face. You give her a nervous wave. She waves back and then hears the phone ring. With a grimace, she puts out her cigarette and steps back inside.

You turn back to the Duke. “All right. It should be fine now.”

The Duke smiles and then presents you with a box slightly larger than a normal engagement ring box. With bated breath you open the box and behold the engagement ring that you have bought for Alcina.

Getting the ring had not been easy. When the Duke had told you the price for an engagement ring, especially a custom-made ring for Alcina, you nearly cried with frustration. After all, the main purpose of you working at Castle Dimitrescu was to send back money for your aging parents. When you and Lady Dimitrescu had first begun courting and she learned of your family’s financial situation she had offered to send them money herself each month so you didn’t have to work. However, your pride would not allow it. Any money sent back to your home, you wanted to come from your labors.

Getting enough money for your parents while also raising money to buy the ring had been a long and arduous process. You had begun taking up extra shifts to make up the money. There had been many nights where you had fallen asleep on the sofa with a feather duster in your hand and Alcina had to scoop you up in her arms and carry you to bed herself. But looking in at the ring within the box, you found it had been all worth it. The ring is beautiful, around 14 karats of gold inlaid with rubies forming the House Dimitrescu crest. You are sure Alcina would love it. It had taken time to get the exact measurements of her ring finger. While Alcina was asleep, you had taken her left hand often and studied her ring finger making sure the ring fit snug but not too tight. To get the crest right, you had taken to drawing it over and over again in your off time before you had a drawing good enough to show the Duke to have it commissioned.

You look up and grin at the Duke with tears in your eyes. “Duke, it's beautiful!” you breathe. “Alcina- er, Lady Dimitrescu will love it!”

He pats your hand as you slip the box into your apron pocket. “Not a problem at all, m’dear! Good luck tonight!”

With that done, you head back to the castle. You practically skip back to the gates, taking out the box every so often and peeking inside. Your joy dissipates when you realize what the next item on your to do list is.

Asking for Lady Dimitrescu’s daughters’ blessing.

When you walk in, you actually run into them getting ready to go out. Bela smiles at you as she adjusts Daniela’s cowl on her traveling cloak. “Y/N! Good to see you! Mother told us you had taken the day off.”

Cassandra pipes up, “We were just going out to go hunting! Want to come with us?”

“Actually I wanted to talk to you all about something,” you say as you look around the foyer for any sign of the girls’ mother. “Is there somewhere private we can all talk? Preferably somewhere your mother doesn’t frequent?”

Daniela’s eyes glitter mischievously. “Oooh, keeping secrets are we? Come on, I know a perfect place we can hide!”

Daniels leads the pack to the library. “Mother usually practices her singing around this time,” she says over her shoulder. “So there’s not a chance she’ll overhear anything you say.”

Sure enough, you hear Lady Dimitrescu’s voice singing an elaborate coloratura from upstairs. Perfect.

Daniela’s hands run over the panels in the wall. “Now where is it….Aha there it is!” Daniela picks up a loose panel on the wall and puts it to the side. She steps in and backons the rest of you forward.

There is no light in this room save for torches every couple meters. The room can’t be much more than 6 feet tall, so there was no way Lady Dimitrescu could fit in properly. “We used to hide from Mother here all the time as children,” Daniela winks conspiratorially at you.

Cassandra begins jumping up and down excitedly. “Now what’s the secret? Tell us! Tell us!”

You take a deep breath and then let it out. “All right...Tonight I am planning on proposing to your mother and-”

You are cut off by the girls’ cries of jubilation. Daniela runs over and gives you a big hug. Bela has burst into happy tears. Cassandra continues jumping up and down and chanting, “Bonus mom! Bonus mom!”

You can’t help but laugh. “Does that mean I have your blessing?”

“Of course!” they yell in unison.

Bela says excitedly, “The ring! Do you have a ring?”

Blushing furiously you nod and take out the black velvet box and open it. They “ooh” and “aah” and take turns looking at it before they finally relinquish it back to you. As you put the box back into your pocket, you say, “Well girls, I need to start getting ready. Please make sure not to do anything to arouse your mother’s suspicions. I want it to be a surprise.”

The girls nod their assent, but Cassandra interjects, “Do you need help getting ready? We want you to be looking your best for tonight!”

Everyone enthusiastically agrees and you can’t help but smile fondly at the girls. You may be closer in age to them, but ever since you had begun courting their mother, you loved them like they were your own children. “All right, if you insist.”

The girls cheer and Cassaandra takes you by the hand and leads you back to your room to get ready.

15 minutes before your meeting with Lady Dimitrescu you take a look in the mirror. The girls truly outdid themselves on your makeover. Daniela had curled your hair and it hung in ringlets over your shoulders. Cassandra had given you one of her dresses, a red column dress that was backless with a plunging neckline. This wasn’t the sort of thing you would normally wear, but you had to admit the silhouette was very flattering, highlighting your natural curves. The best part: it had pockets large enough to hide the ring box! Bela was on makeup duty, giving you wingtips sharper than Alcina’s claws and a smokey eye. You spritz on some rosewater perfume and head out. As you pass the hall mirror, you consider putting your hair up in a chignon but think better of it. Alcina had always liked your hair best when it was down.

When you are at the door to Alcina’s chambers you take a deep breath before knocking on the door. “Come in, iubirea mea,” Alcina’s voice purrs within.

You head inside and Alcina has her back turned on you, lighting the candelabras at the table she has set up for you two. “I’ve needed this, my love. You should’ve heard what that fool Heisenberg-”

She stops and stares at you. You can’t help but feel self-conscious as she takes you in. She finally sets the candlestick she was using to light the others back in the candelabra and heads purposefully towards you. She scoops you up in her arms and kisses you deeply, burying her hands in your curls. She breaks the kiss and strokes your cheek. “You look beautiful,” she says breathlessly.

You can’t help but blush at the compliment. “So do you,” you reply as she sets you down gently, praying she doesn’t hear the box rustling in your skirts. She takes your hand and leads you to your seat where she pulls out your chair for you. You take her hand that is resting on the back of your seat and kiss it.

Dinner proceeds as normal at first. You listen to her talk about her day, which takes your mind off the proposal for a bit. Then she puts it at the forefront of your mind when she says, “I saw you talking to the merchant this morning. Did you have anything special coming in?”

Your mouth goes dry. How do you respond to that? “Oh, no. He just wanted to chat. You know how he gets!”

Alcina purses her lips but nods eventually. “Indeed.”

Awkward silence settles over you for a bit. Then she begins talking again, this time ranting about Heisenberg and you almost sigh in relief. This is easy. You just have to listen and agree with whatever she says.

“And then do you know what that fool called me? He called me a ‘simp’ for Mother Miranda! I didn’t even know what that was. I had to ask my daughters and when they told me of course I was infuriated.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I mean, a simp? Me? Ha! Imagine! He’s just jealous because he wishes that he had half the devotion that I have for her!”

“Uh-huh.”

“Do you think I’m a simp?”

“Uh-huh.”

She glares at you from across the table. Damn. She’s caught you.

You stumble over your words trying to correct your stupid blunder. “I mean, no! Of course you’re not a simp! Where would he get that idea?”

Alcina leans across the table and takes your chin in her hand, forcing you to look directly into her eyes. “Am I boring you, pet?” she asks, a dangerous edge to her voice.

“Er, no! No, I'm having a great time!” you say, smiling stupidly at her.

Alcina lets go of your chin and settles back in her chair, crossing her arms. Her stormy expression can’t disguise the look of hurt on her face. “You were the one that suggested we meet tonight, darling. I can’t see why you would want to if you’re not going to at least attempt to be present with me.”

“I’m sorry, darling. I-”

She turns away from you, her large hat blocking her expression. “Maybe you should go.” She gets up and crosses the room to open the door.

No, no, God, no this can’t be happening. This is your worst nightmare. You can’t let her open the door, you just can’t.

You practically fall to one knee. “Alcina!”

“What?” she snaps, turning her head toward you. Her expression softens as she sees that you are down on one knee with the box open. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she says so quietly you have to lean to hear it, “Draga mea, what are you doing?”

You had a big speech prepared for this. But everything else has gone to hell in a handbasket, so you might as well get it over with. “Alcina Carmilla Dimitrescu, will you marry me?”

Alcina just stands there and stares. The tears that had been building in her eyes now spill over as she kneels down to your level and gives you a passionate kiss.

You smile against her lips and break the kiss. “Does that mean yes?”

“Yes, my darling,” she gives you a watery smile and caresses your jaw. “Yes.”

With trembling hands you take the ring out of the box and slip it on her left ring finger. She lifts her hand and inspects the new ring in the chandelier light. The rubies catch the light, nearly blinding you with their brilliance.

“How does it fit? It’s not too tight?”

She beams at you, positively radiating with joy. “It fits perfectly.” She then rises and heads over to her dresser and opens the top drawer. To your surprise, she pulls out a red box with the Dimitrescu family crest on the top. She sinks to one knee and presents you with an old, but beautiful ring. It must have been passed down through the Dimitrescu bloodline for generations.

Your face feels hot and you feel tears welling up in your eyes. She gently takes your arm. “Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” She wipes the tears that have already begun cascading your cheeks. “It is tradition for House Dimitrescu to propose with the family ring to symbolize the unification of two houses. I had been planning to propose to you next week. You beat me to it, you clever girl.” She takes your hand and slips the Dimitrescu family ring on your ring finger. It is slightly larger than your finger, but you don’t care. You couldn’t be happier.

Alcina takes you into her lap and kisses you passionately. In between kisses, she queries, ”All those extra shifts you took. They were all for me?”

“Yes, my love,” you say breathlessly. “All for you.”

She stands up and takes you in her arms. You wrap your arms around her neck as she deepens the kiss, exploring your mouth with her tongue. You can taste salty tears on her lips. She carries you over to the bed kissing you the whole time and sets you down gently. She kneels over you on the bed and you rest your leg on her hip. The slit in your skirt rises up, exposing your stockinged leg. After putting her hand gently on your shoulder, Alcina begins kissing your neck. You lean back into the cushions and sigh.

You hear a low moan in her throat, almost like a whine as she kisses your pulse point. You don’t say anything; you just nod. Soon enough you feel the sharp but familiar sensation of Alcina’s fangs piercing your neck. She holds you against her body and you bury your hands in her curls, causing her hat to fall off. Briefly taking her hand off your shoulder, she slaps the hat aside like it was so much rubbish. You take pleasure in every sigh, every moan, every exclamation you elicit from her as she drinks. When she finally stops drinking she wipes her mouth and gives you a seductive smirk. “Good girl,” she purrs.

Alcina’s mouth is on yours again as she undoes your halter while you unhook her garter. She breaks the kiss and cradles your face in her hands. “Te iubesc, draga mea.”

You take her hand and kiss it while saying, “And I you, Alcina.”

The two of you make love until the sun rises the next morning.

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