#get those lipsticks hon

[ssweetleaf]

bleed.

gator tillman x afab!reader

summary: gator uses his knife to show you who you belong to.

includes: SMUT 18+, dub-con, knife play, blood play, ownership kink???

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Gator’s mouth was hot on your neck, straddling your waist with those thick thighs of his, a steady palm weighing heavy on your chest as he kept you down and still.

His hunting knife glistened with every short flick of his wrist, the shiny metal winking at you, mocking you, and your chest heaved in anticipation of what was to come.

“You scared, hon?” He cooed, pouting down at your shaky form, all condescending and dripping with venom.

You gave him a short nod, blinking back a wave of tears that threatened to ebb over your lash line.

He clicked his tongue, grazing the skin of your cheek with his knuckles before pinching it between a thumb and forefinger.

“I ain’t gonna hurt you too bad, baby,” he cooed, pressing a short, spongy kiss to your forehead. “Jus’ gotta put you in your place, that’s all— show you who you belong to.”

Gator pushed the fabric of your shirt up, exposing the plush flesh of your tummy, the tip of his blade ran along the length of your skin, not yet harsh enough to break the skin, but enough to have you shivering and waiting for his next move.

He smoothed his free hand along your thigh, pushing them apart and groaning lowly at the sight of your panty-clad cunt, a wet spot evident, saturating the fabric and he grabbed at the elastic, tugging them upwards, watching with a lip between his teeth at the way your pussy lips enveloped the material.

Your poor clit throbbed, desperate for Gator’s attention and your thighs quivered from trying and failing to shut your legs, his knife so dangerously close to your pussy.

“Now,” he sighed, tapping at his chin in mock thought, fingers dancing idly up and down the skin of your thighs, creating goosebumps in their wake. “The question is, where do I cut you, pretty girl?”

You sucked in a sharp breath and it hitched in your throat, it was useless to try and hold in your tears anymore, the fat, salty droplets streamed down your cheeks, ruining the pretty makeup you spent so much time on just for him. But he thought you looked prettier like that, with your mascara streaming in long, black lines and your lipstick smeared along your cheek.

So pretty, he thought. Actin’ as if butter wouldn’t melt.

Gator caught sight of your hip, pulling your panties down to get to the soft skin beneath, trailing his thumb along the stretch marks and blemishes that resided there.

“Think I found the spot,” he hummed lazily, eyes hooded and he quickly reached in his pocket for his stupid vape, inhaling the artificial sweetness and exhaling into your direction, sugary sweet watermelon filled your senses, and you coughed a little when it made its way to your lungs.

He pocketed his beloved vape, shifting around on his knees, his free hand flat against your hip bone, stretching the skin a little and to keep you nice and steady. He didn’t want anything ruining his little masterpiece.

“You gonna be nice ‘n’ still f’me while I mark ya, honey?” He cooed, “don’t want ya wrigglin’ around, it’ll ruin my work.”

You let out a little sob, but nodded nonetheless, the action earning you a little kiss to your tummy, his chapped lips calming you for just a moment, before getting back into his character.

“Y’ready, baby?” Gator didn’t wait for a reply, instead he went straight in with his blade— the sharp edge sliced into your skin, droplets of blood rose to the surface, beginning to spill over the cut he had made.

You cried out at the sharp sting, head fuzzy and eyes completely glazed over from your salty tears, you managed to stay still, knowing that if you struggled it’d hurt much more.

“Shit, honey, look so good when y’bleedin’” he groaned, keeping a fixed gaze on your cuts, a steady hand guiding his knife slowly, drawing out the process for his pleasure. “Could just eat you right up.”

You gasped at his filthy words, your pussy clenching around nothing, arousal leaking through your underwear, completely saturating them and leaving them a sopping mess.

His eyes quickly flitted to yours before resuming his gaze at your hip.

“Bet you’d like that, wouldn’t ya, dirty girl.” He grinned, finishing his last few etchings into your skin, the sharp blade stung as it sliced, but you almost missed its touch when he placed the knife on the nightstand.

Gator watched with big eyes, irises swarming darkly and he leaned down to nudge his nose against your hip, your blood smearing across his skin before he flattened his tongue, lapping up your sweet blood in long licks— he swallowed thickly, grinning up at your with lazy, hooded eyes, blood between his teeth and the cracks in his lips. So obscene.

“Well?” He cocked an eyebrow, “aren’t ya gonna take a look?”

You leaned on your elbows, craning your neck to get a good look at your new brand, eyes widening when you saw what he had etched upon your poor flesh.

There, still ebbing with blood were a scratchy pair of initials:

G.T.

#gator tillman smut #gator tillman x reader #gator tillman imagine #gator tillman blurb #Joe keery smut #joe keery x reader #joe keery imagine #joe keery blurb #gator tillman fic #gator Tillman #fargo season 5

[xcaptain-winterx]

Hey, hon! For your kinktober: can I request something with Nick Fowler, please? Something where you point out how romantic he is despite being a criminal, so body worshipping, oral (f receiving) and whatever you feel like. 😘💞

Soft Boy

Nick Fowler x reader

summary: above

warnings: oral, fluff, talk about murder, smut, body worship, boner, kinda good play(?)

a/n: English is not my first language, meaning you will probably find a lot of misspelling etc. I think I did a lot of mistakes in this fic

Main Masterlist Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Nick Fowler Masterlist

“You look beautiful, love” Nick says from the doorway, admiring you as you do your makeup.

“You saying that because I’m wearing your favorite lipstick, handsome?” you tease, looking at his Reflexion in the mirror. Nick chuckles before softly shaking his head.

“No, you look beautiful with or without makeup” he says, making his way across the room, standing behind you and leaning closer. “Though, I love seeing the red stain around my dick”.

A gasp leaves your mouth before softly pushing his head away from your neck, which he started to kiss.

“Oh, come on, love. You know you love seeing the stain, seeing how you marked me”.

You jokingly shake your head, standing up and looking him up and down. Nick is wearing a black suit with a red dress shirt. Your hand moves to his face and caresses his cheek, his stubbles scratching your palm. Flashbacks of last night fill your head, where He reaches for your hand before pulling it to his lips, kissing it.

“You know I love you” he says.

“And I love you too” you say, kissing him. His hands hold your hip, rubbing his thumb over the soft silk of your nightgown.

You pull away from him. “I need to get ready, handsome” you say, making your way to the closet.

“I could stay and watch you, you know? Got to make sure you won’t get lost in the closet” Nick says shrugging, catching robe as you throw it at him.

“We both know it will lead to not putting something on at all and now get out. Give me 15 minutes and I’m ready”.

Nick nods and walks to the door, but not before stealing another glance at your naked glory. You have been together now for three years and he still can’t get enough of you and never in a million years will.

“Take your time, love” he says before shooting you a quick wink as he closes the door. Now that he’s gone, you can finally get out the dress you secretly bought for this day, stored behind a pile of shoe boxes. You move the boxes to pull out the dress. It’s a deep red satin dress, covered in black crystals. You can’t wait to show it, Nick, so you get dressed.

Once you have it on you and checked your makeup, you make your way through the hallway and downstairs, where Nick is already waiting. Nick turns around as he hears your footsteps.

Nick swears every time he sees you, he falls in love with you all over again. He can’t stop staring at you as you make your way down. Nick gives you his hand on the last steps, helping you down.

“You look breathtaking, my love” he kisses you.

“You like the dress?” you ask, twirling around, the red flowing around, making it look like flames. “I think it’s beautiful”

“You are beautiful” Nick says, looking at you like you’re the light of his life. Which you are.

You hear those compliments every day and still can’t stop a blush from spreading out on your cheeks. Nick takes your hand and leads you to the dining hall.

Your eyes winded as you take in the dining hall. It’s decorated in Halloween decoration, from the pumpkins in the corners to the cotton spiderwebs that are hanging from the ceiling. The table is filled with various different foods. There are bread sticks that look like fingers, mummy sausages, oranges that look like pumpkins, grave looking tiramisu in small glasses and more.

“You like it, baby?” Nick asks, hugging you from behind. Since forever you’ve been terribly afraid of Halloween. You hate scary stuff and everything horror related.

Well, and now you are dating a mobster.

You’ve finally had the courage to tell Nick about that a few weeks ago. He secretly already knew because you always told him you were sick on Halloween when you started dating. Of course, he didn’t tell you he knew about it. He appreciated that you finally told him, though, and decided to try to still give you a great night.

“I love it” you say, turning your head to look at him. He kisses your head before you both walk to the dining table. Nick pulls the chair for you, then fills your glass with your favorite wine before sitting down himself.

You put some mummy sausages with ketchup on your plate and some pumpkin. Nick smiles at your happy expression as you cover the sausage with the ketchup, making it look like it’s bleeding. Your inner child is coming out.

Nick eats some bloody steak with a side of pumpkin soup and witch bread stick fingers.

“You like it? If not, I make the staff get you whatever you like” Nick says, watching you bite into the sausage.

You send him a death glare, swallowing before saying “if you take my sausages away, I stab you with my fork”.

Nick chuckles, raising his hands. “Got it, love”.

You continue the dinner while talking about various things. He smiles as you get all excited about the dessert, looking at you with heart eyes as you dig into a spider cupcake filled with strawberry jam.

You moan at the taste of the cupcake. Your attention moves away from the cupcake as Nicks wipes some jam from the corner of your mouth before kissing you, tasting the sweetness of the chocolate and strawberry jam. He grabs your cheek, pulling you closer. Meanwhile his other hand goes to your chair, moving it closer. Once close, he swiftly pulls you onto his lap, so you are straddling him.

You break the kiss for some air, holding Nick’s jar to stop him from kissing you again. He looks at your lips, begging for you to give him the permission to kiss you again.

“Nick” you say.

His eyes move from your lips to your eyes. “Yes, love?”.

“Thank you”.

He furrows his eyebrows. “For what?” he asks.

“For making the scariest night a dream. For loving me even though I’m scared of your job and never want to visit you at work. For always taking time for me, even if you don’t have time. For showing up at 4am because there was a spider in my apartment. For loving me for who I am and not trying to change me” you say.

Nick looks at you saying nothing. An unreadable expression on his face. Each second that goes by makes you question if it was really the best thing to say. All your doubts fly by as he caresses your cheek.

“I’m the one who should say that. You love even though I’m a criminal. You love me without being scared of me. You don’t care that I’m bad at singing karaoke with you. You never asked me for anything expensive. No diamonds, clothes, shoes, cars or trips. Only for food” you chuckle. “You don’t know how much I love you. I would do everything for you. I would burn the world for you”.

You pull him towards you and kiss him with passion, catching him off guard. He kisses you back immediately, picking you up and sitting you down on the table.

A gasp leaves HIS mouth as you palm his dick. You move your hand under his suit jacket, sliding it down his arms.

“My handsome boy” you whisper against his lips, unbuttoning his shirt, “so pretty”.

Nick moans as your lips attach to his neck, sucking love bite onto it. You throw his shirt away once you opened it before immediately moving to open the fly of his pants. While you are working on his pants, he moves his hands to your back, pulling the zipper of your dress down, knowing you will give him a lecture for ruining your dress if he rips it open. Once the zipper is down, he throws the food away from behind your back on the table and then pushing you down. You gasp as your back softly hits the table, having no time to recover before Nick lifts your ass to pull your dress down.

“No panties, you dirty girl” he says as he gets rid of his half undone pants. “My dirty, beautiful girl”.

With no warning, he puts your legs over his shoulders and eats you out, gripping your thighs tightly. You let out a deep moan as he sucks on your clit. Your one hand grabs the table while the other grabs Nick’s brown hair, pulling him even closer to your pussy.

“Fuck, baby!” you moan as he sucks harder. “So good, handsome!”. You feel like you are going to heaven as Nick moans into your pussy. The vibration making your orgasm approach faster.

Nick pulls you closer by your hips, while his mouth continues to make you see stars. It doesn’t take long before your tasty cum hits his mouth. He doesn’t stop devouring your pussy until he licked up all your cum.

Nick looks at your exhausted form. Your chest moving up and down fast, heavy breathing due to Nick’s magic tongue.

“Look at you, my pretty woman” he says, leaning over you and kissing your chest.

Your fingers lazily run through his hair, making Nick purr. You sit up with the help of Nick; him standing between your legs. Your gaze moves down as you feel something hard poke the lips of your pussy. Nicks hard dick is standing high, his red tip is already leaking pre cum.

You smirk, stroking his dick, making him let out a shaky breath.

“Oh, pretty boy. Let me help you with that, my sweet soft boy”.

#nick fowler #nick fowler x reader #nick fowler x you #nick fowler x y/n #kinktober prompts #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #xcaptain winterx #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x y/n #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan characters x reader

[dilucsflame33]

Darkest Desires 🔥

137. "You like that, don't ya?"

139. "Dang, that mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble."

140. "If you're good, I'll let you play with my sias."

143. "You're wearing too much."

144. "You know what I want."

Welcome back, everyone! This is a special request from the Queen herself ;) @turtle-babe83

She requested Kink or Treat: Bloody Mary, Raphael style! She gave me the masters choice, so I have delivered. I hope you love this, Hon! Hopefully I didn't go overboard. 😅

🔞 Warning 🔞 NFSW 18+

Use of weapon, bondage, tentacle play, dacryphilia, overstimulation, body worship, praise kink, double penetration, Daddy kink, and feral Raphael.

"I-Is that all you've got, big guy?"

Raphael can't help but laugh as he hears your stutter, moans and whimpers come out of your lips as black mist like tentacles took hold of your body and used you for its own pleasure.

Goodness, you look so delectable.

Raphael took hold of your cheeks in his hand; your cheeks squished and lips turned into a pout, his eyes gleamed with pride knowing he was the one who gave you such bliss. A chuckle left him.

"Dang," he says as he watched as you orgasmed for the third time that night. "That mouth of yours is gonna get yourself in trouble."

He leaned in as he watched tears of pleasure run down your cheeks, making the turtle groan. "I wanna see you break, princess, and I'm not stopping until I say so."

Raph groaned as he woke up from his coma. His emerald eyes scanned the place as his eyes widened. He was sitting on the ground, chained to a metal pole as he looked down. At least his weapons are still there.

Where was he? He was with the others, then he was knocked unconscious.

The flooring and the roof are made out of wood; the shelving has really spooky intricacies that make it look like you're in some Resident Evil video game. Jars and other containers are filling the shelves and some with century old books. Some books look like they have seen better days. In the middle of the room was a black cauldron. Judging by the smoke illuminated from inside, someone must have recently been here. There was a window that was close to the door, the moon shining full in the night sky.

When he turned to his right he jumped when a black crow was sitting next to him, staring into his soul and making the brute feel uneasy.

Raph inclined his head as he tries to calm his racing heart.

Okay, Raphael, this is the plan. You're strong enough to break these chains. If you could break a concrete boulder, you can break through metal and iron. He thought to himself as he readied for breaking the chains.

"I wouldn't try that, if I were you."

Raph jerked out of his thoughts as a woman came into view from behind him. The woman was gorgeous. Dark, raven hair was in beautiful curls as she pulled her hood back. Her celestial blue eyes shine through the darkness as her red velvet dress swayed with her movements. Her heels clanked against the hardwood floor as she picked up a lantern from the table that was behind him to his left.

His green eyes held furrying rage as he stared down at the woman, who placed the lantern on top of the pedestal in front of the cauldron. "Who are you? And what do you want from me?"

"Oh, feisty. I always love men like you. I bet your soul is tasty as you look." The woman smiled wickedly. Her red lipstick makes her all the more gorgeous, yet eerie. Her voice is silky smooth and aged like fine wine.

Raph felt uncomfortable with her sentence. The only woman he preferred was Y/N. "Sorry, lady, but I'm not interested." Was his reply as he adjusted his posture. "And I don't appreciate you chaining me up either. So, we can either do this the easy way. Or, my vote, the hard way."

The woman laughed as her palm clutched her chest. "Oh, darling, you crack me up. The name is Olivia. Try to break those chains, I dare you."

Raph huffed as he yanked his arms, but the chains didn't break. Nor the metal pole that was attached to the wooden ceiling. His eyes widened in panic.

"Fascinating, is it not? Just a simple spell to keep the bonds and pole intact while you struggle for your life." She smiled as she went to the shelves, her finger pointing through the book titles. Her smile widened when she pulled one as she looked through the contents. "Perfect."

Raph watched her as his stomach felt queasy, his breathing rapid. It was like that time when he jumped off the plane a year ago. Panic and fear filled his being. What was she going to do to him? She was literally human!

Olivia hums as she reads whatever was in the book, turning page after page until her eyes widened with mischief.

"Tell me, Raphael, do you believe in demons?"

"I mean, I'm a walking-talking turtle. What else should I need to know?" Raph glared as his fist clenched.

"Oh, you will learn a lot more when you've become one yourself, my dear Raphael."

Then black smoke started to form from within the cauldron, making the turtle try to go backwards but couldn't when his shell hit the metal pole. He's trapped and can't do anything about it. He couldn't stand it. He doesn't like being held down, much less by a crazy witch who's gonna turn him into a demon.

Olivia started chanting a ritual as more of the black mist started to cover his being. He hissed as the burning sensation trickled from his legs to his thighs. Then his abdomen and his chest. When the mist fully covered him his body felt hot, almost like he needed to jump into some cold water. Soon his breathing picked up and growls came out of his throat as his hips jerked, his lower regions becoming all the more painful. Just when he let out growls and churrs, the lantern that was on the pedestal broke into pieces. Glass and metal scattered on to the floor as the woman had a shocked looking face. "My word!"

"W-What have you done to me?" His voice was rough and husky as his emerald eyes glowed from within the darkness.

"Just turned you into a demon. If you want to get technical, an incubus." She smirked as she closed the book. "Now, I feel like there's someone in your life. Someone who can fulfill all your fantasies. So, why not go ahead and take advantage of the new powers I have gifted to you?"

With that she snapped her fingers and the chains broke off from his wrists; the sound of metal hitting the floor and Raph reached for her, but Olivia waved her hand as he was flown from the room and out of the abandoned warehouse.

Olivia laughed as she watched him leave.

"Have fun, Raphael."

Y/N was sound asleep when she heard a noise from her room. Jerked awake, she looked around. There was nothing out of the ordinary and she sighed, shaking her head as she laid back onto her pillow.

Few minutes passed and she was about to go back to dreamland, until she felt hand touch her ankle and she jerked awake again. Turning on the lamp from her bedside table, there was nothing there yet she could feel eyes on her. Like someone was watching her.

Getting up from her bed she opened her bedroom door, looked around, and saw nothing. She waltzed towards her window, looked outside and saw nothing. Making sure she locked both the door and window.

She got into bed, turned off the light and covered herself. Whatever it was, it's gone now. Or she hoped it was.

Her phone rang and she groaned, turning onto her side and grabbed her phone. It was Leo. She answered it with a tired, "Hello?"

"Y/N, I apologize for waking you up but we have a problem." Leo's voice was serious, almost panicked as he spoke. "We can't find Raphael and it's been over an hour since we've last separated."

That woke her up as she sat up from her bed, back against the headboard. She checked her clock and it was after one in the morning. "What happened?"

"I don't know. We were doing our nightly rounds and we got separated. I thought he was with us, then when I turned around he was gone. Like he just disappeared out of thin air!"

"What's bad was I saw him next to me!" Mikey's voice came through the phone, probably having her on speaker. "But his expression doesn't look right, man! It's so creepy. Like his eyes weren't green, almost hollowed out and doesn't have eyes!"

"And his skin was darker than usual," Donnie commented. "It was like our brains were manipulated into seeing something that wasn't entirely there! Like a projection."

Y/N started to get weirded out. Not only did her beloved boyfriend disappear but also the guys were experiencing something out of the norm. Even if they are mutants, whatever they are seeing was something paranormal all together.

"And this only happened tonight, right?" She asked, the others affirmed with 'yes'. The woman rubbed her eyes as she could have sworn she saw something from the corner of her eye. "Okay. Retrace your steps: go to the place where you thought Raph looked normal and try to find anything that was left behind. Whoever took Raph has to be another mutant, right?"

"Hold on, Y/N, what kind of address did you give us?"

"Huh?" The woman was confused. She didn't mention any type of address and she was about to speak when Leo interrupted.

"I don't know what kind of address you gave us, but hopefully it'll give us some leads. We'll update you if we find anything." With that, Leo hung up.

Y/N was gonna call them back when her phone was thrown across the room, making the woman gasp as she climbed to the middle of her bed. She could hear the floors creak as she stared into the darkness but couldn't make out anything.

Then green emerald eyes glowed as she gasped inaudibly. His tall, broad stature was completely black as their eyes met. Y/N wanted to speak but nothing would come out, completely terrified as the figure's eyes stared her down.

"Y/N." His voice spoke, and it made your heart jump, felt like it's coming out of your throat. "Don't be afraid. It's me."

With a gulp of confidence - and saliva - she slowly eased off from the bed and walked towards the figure, still feeling uneasy. The woman never believed in the paranormal, yet she never believed in mutated turtles until she met one. Or never thought she will fall in love with one either.

Standing in front of the light where the window casted, she stood in front of the figure. Taking slow deep breaths, she said, "W-Who are you? And why are you in my house?"

The figure stepped back and raised its hands in surrender. "Woah, there, tiger. I'm not allowed to come see ya?" His voice teased, she could have sworn she saw him smirking.

Y/N eyes widened as she looked at the figure more carefully, taking in his words. This couldn't be who she thought it was, right? Testing out her theory she reached up to his hand and taking hold of it. Calluses ran inside of his palm as she trailed her eyes towards his bulky biceps and looked into his eyes once again. The green is more vibrant but there's no doubt on who this person was.

"Raphael?" She whispered as her eyes focused in the darkness and more of his figure became apparent. He looks just the same as ever, but his skin was darker than usual. It could be the lighting, but his eyes don't usually glow in the dark like this. "What's happened to you? Why aren't you with your brothers?"

Raphael snickered as he stood one foot to the other. "It's a long story, babe. But, right now," He smirked as he leaned in towards you, his lips barely brushing up against yours. "I want to have a taste of you."

With that she gasped as black mist like tentacles started to form and slowly eased towards her. "W-What is this?"

"A witch did this to me." He gruffed as he crossed his arms, making his arms and shoulders more broad. "Turned me into an incubus and now I want to have every single ounce of you, baby. Every cry, scream, moan and whimper you make will be mine. Every inch of your body belongs to me. I wanna hear you scream out my name when you come on my cock. To feel your insides squeeze me and fill you to the brim." His eyes sparked when he saw your breathing pick up speed. "How does that sound, babe?"

Oh. Good. Heavens.

Never in her life had she heard her boyfriend talk this much filth. He has talked dirty to her before, but this went above and beyond. She let out a whimper as she was affected by his words and the tentacles slowly wrapped around her legs. Only wearing pajama top and shorts she screeched as she was suddenly yanked above the floor, arms above her head and legs spread. Raphael growled deep within his throat as he took in this delicious sight.

"You like that, don't ya?" His voice became an octave deeper as he trailed his finger tips from her ankles to her calves. "To be manhandled by a mutant turtle-"

"Who's also my boyfriend, so you better watch what you say." Y/N snapped. She can't stand it when he downgrades himself. Raphael's perfect in every way. Yes, he has flaws but so does everyone on this earth. "You know I can't stand it when you downgrade yourself, Raphie."

His eyes widened but soon softened. "I don't deserve you, baby doll. I-I'm a hothead, stubborn and a freak! How can a beautiful woman date someone like me?"

"Raphael, look at me," It took a while but he did. Emerald eyes stared at her and she smiled gently. "I don't want anyone else, baby. Nobody can love me like you can, or touch me like you. And nobody will ever understand me like you can. You're always there for me when I need you. I choose you because I love all of you, Raphael. Flaws and all, and you love me just the same. We're in this together and I'm not leaving. I will tell you again and again if I had to. I love you, Raphael."

The red clad turtle bit his lip as tears welled up in his eyes. Yes he's loved by his brothers and father, but something feels different knowing there's someone else besides family who has confessed their love to you.

"You may be hot headed, but you're my big softy. My big teddy bear when I need to cuddle and cry on." He chuckled as memories came to his mind. He's definitely a teddy bear, the only time he will ever admit it was in private. He would never hear the end of it when his brothers were around.

He leaned towards her and kissed her forehead, cheeks, nose. Anywhere on her face he would kiss, making the woman squeal in delight. "I love you more, babe. So much more than you will ever know." He's not good with words but he's a man of action and Raphael's a man on a mission. "But I do have something to tell ya though."

When Y/N tilted her head to the side, the man chuckled. "You're wearing too much."

A gasp escaped her as Raphael used his sias and cut off her clothes without a scratch on her. Her scent more apparent, he inhaled as a deep groan rumbled from within his chest. "Gods, you smell good."

"Raphie, please."

"Call me Daddy."

Oh, goodness gracious. That was hot!

A moan rumbled from her throat as the tentacles slowly made its way towards her breasts and tweaked them. She tried to close her legs but couldn't as the mist held them in their place. Raph smirked as one tentacle slithered towards her sex and rubbed her clit, the other teasing her entrance.

"This is definitely a sight to see." And with that he leaned against the wall, enjoying the show as his baby doll was being used. He shifted his legs as he felt uncomfortable in his pants. Gosh how he wants to rip them off, but not right now.

He wants to see Y/N quivering in ecstasy.

"If you're good, I'll let you play with my sias." He chuckled as he twirled his weapon in his hand. "Or, better yet, I'll let ya play with cock."

Y/N moaned out as the tentacle sunk deep within her. Two playing with her nipples, one teasing her clit and the other slowly yet torturously going in and out from her sex. And it's not his size. She wanted him badly. "D-Daddy, please. I need you!"

"If you're still talking, my friends aren't doin' ya right. Pick up the pace boys." Raph commanded as your screams echoed throughout the bedroom. Wet sounds emitted from your core and you can't help but to clench as your orgasm was coming closer with every thrust.

"That's it, baby. You're doing so good for Daddy." He praised as he bit his lip as he watched you reach your climax. "You can handle another, right?"

He didn't give her enough time to reply when she felt another tentacle reach her back end, it's slick enough as it teased her rim.

"Come on, baby. Give me another." After he said that, she came again. Just being overstimulated like this was driving her mad. "That's my girl."

Oh, how she whimpered from the praise.

"What do you want, princess?" Raph asked as he pushed himself from the wall and walked towards her trembling body. She wailed in ecstasy as a tentacle slowly pryes it's way inside her anal canal. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and both of her holes had been filled.

"Y-You know what I want." She spoke once again and Raph 'tsked'. With that look, she knew that he wasn't done with her.

"You can still speak," He gruffed as he took off his pants. His throbbing cock now free from confinement, taking grasp in his hand and stroking it. Groans left his throat as he touched himself. "Pull her mouth towards me."

With that, the tentacles maneuvered her as she was now faced with his throbbing pendage.

"Let's see how it feels with all three of your holes being used, hm?"

The pleasure was non-stop. She lost count on how many times she came, but all she knew was that she's been filled to the brim from her sex as Raphael pounded into her like a feral animal. He came in her throat, on her stomach, back and now he's claimed her womb with his essence twice.

She could feel his seed exited from within her and spilled to the floor below them. All she could do was scream and wail, and she was about to lose her voice.

Whenever he tells her to speak and she replies with words, he wasn't having it. Raphael was making sure she cannot speak properly. He wants to do his job right.

The tentacles still working on her breasts and her anal canal, but Raph owned her sex. Claiming it his property.

"You're taking my cock so good, baby doll. Just look at you. Eyes rollin' and everything." He groaned as he continuously thrust into every spot from within her. "Tell me, baby. Who do you belong to?"

All she could do was moan out and he smirked. "That's my good girl. Gosh, I love you so much!"

With that, she came for the final time as he roared from his orgasm. More of his essence spilled from within her and fell to the floor, but none of them cared. They both relinquish the feeling of their bodies joined together at this moment.

With that, he finally pulled away from her as the tentacles slowly left the woman's body and Raphael held her in his arms. "You did so well, baby. I love you so much."

Y/N groaned as she tried to feel her arms but couldn't as her body was made out of jelly. Raphael officially screwed her brains out. When she looked up, his eyes no longer glowing in the darkness and his skin not the darker shade.

He's back to normal.

"Come on, princess. Let's get ya to the bath." Raph carried his woman to the bathroom and started filling up the tub. Water the perfect temperature, he gently placed her down inside. He added some bubbles for her enjoyment. "Let me grab ya some water, okay?"

All she could do was nod tiredly as she watched him walk out of the bathroom. The water was so warm and she could fall asleep.

When Raph came back with water, his eyes melted as he saw her sleeping form. Her head resting on the side as little snores emitted from her lips. He placed the glasses down and rubbed her head, placing a kiss to her forehead.

"Goodnight, baby. I'll be here when you wake up."

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[your-nanas-house]

🎉Welcome back 🎉

Whenever you get a chance can you write something where reader makes a home cooked meal for the twins? Like, whenever they come home from a job (or shenanigans in Jerome’s case) and it’s all lovely? I can’t imagine Lila cooking for them, or at least a decent meal so they are lacking in some home domesticated love. I am trying to think of things that don’t include smut lol because I’m a pervert apparently. 😂 Again, welcome back!

Hello baby!! Thank you so muchhh, sorry if it took me so long. Missed you all 🥺.

Welcome to the pervy club, hon 🤣 thank you again.

A delicious dinner

◇ Pairing: Valeska twins X gn!Reader

◇ Warnings: mention of smut, Jerome and Jeremiah, fluff, domestic vibes

◇ Summary: You want to cook a meal for your men but they want a different dessert.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

When Jerome left the stolen car a few kilometers away from home and then ran to the apartment still covered in blood, he didn't expect at all what he found as soon as he crossed the threshold.

The lights in the once abandoned apartment were off, only the light in the kitchen, which was also the dining room, was on; the ginger could hear the sweet humming of his doll and a smell of food that flooded his senses as he got closer to the room.

"Honey, I'm home!—" he jokes like he always did, walking in the kitchen to kiss your neck roughly but lovingly and find out what you were doing.

You were cooking, just wearing one of your boyfriend's big shirts and the boxers of your other pale boyfriend that wasn't yet home.

"Hi Romie" you hummed, turning around to place a big kiss on his scared lips before focusing back on the delicious food you were cooking since they left the house.

You really wanted everything to be perfect, you wanted to make the twins feel loved and taken care of.

From Jerome's smile it seemed that he was quite appreciative of the gesture, especially when you managed to make him sit at the table and put some home-made bread in front of him to make him stay calm and patient for a bit.

Moments later Jeremiah walked through the door, he put down his coat and hat before kissing you softly, leaving a bit of his lipstick on your lips

"Hello, darling— whats this pleasant smell of food?" He asked intrigued while hugging your hips slowly not noticing yet his twin brother.

"I made dinner for my favourite men" you replied, winking at the both of them as you pushed Jeremiah easily on the chair to put the food on the table and watch them enjoy the warm meal.

As the former ginger and the ginger started to eat, small moan and groaning followed by purring echoed in the small kitchen; you could tell that they were enjoying all the things you spent the day on and it made your heart beat faster in happiness and excitment.

You couldn't deny that those pretty noises where pretty arousing, expecially when they came out of those lovely mouths of them.

You had spent the day preparing a dessert as well but as the time passed, you decide quickly to leave it in the fridge to conserve it for the next day and offer something different for them.

So you did, you removed the empty dishes and sat on the table bare for them, spreading your legs to invite the both of them to take a taste and eat what was your very bio dessert of the night.

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[daydream-cement]

Vines Forever Intertwined Ch. 2

Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)

Larissa and Fern start their trip and find out the premise of their new adventure isn’t what they initially thought.

Author’s Note: Sorry this was supposed to be finished sooner but I was farm sitting and the fencing broke and the horses could’ve gotten loose! It was a mess!

The drive to Tennessee was remarkably uneventful. Larissa napped for nearly a quarter of the trip, and in the moments she wasn’t asleep or driving, she was informing you of her Candy Crush progress from level 1473 to level 1531. 

For the four hours Larissa drove, you snuggled yourself into the passenger seat, turning your body just enough to watch her face as she angrily reacted to others’ poor driving skills. Perhaps it was the romantic context of your trip, but you couldn’t help but admire her features (even when much of her face was marred with frustration from driving). 

Without looking away from the road, Larissa teased you, “What’s the matter? You haven’t looked at me like that since you almost died.” 

“Which time?”

Your quick response drew a laugh from the shapeshifter, the corners of her eyes crinkling from the insanity your lives had been for those few months when you first started dating. “The second time.”

Larissa’s acknowledgement of your observing of her only made you stare harder, eyes focusing in on the rare sight of her lipstick-less lips. Your words came with lovestruck blinks - it was almost like you had fallen in love all over again, “It’s hard not to stare when you look that pretty.”

“That was one of your lesser lines. You’re out of practice.” If it wasn’t for the small smirk tugging at the corner of Larissa’s lip, you would have thought her words were entirely serious. 

As you drove the last leg of the drive, Larissa had turned her attention out the car window, pointing out different landmarks where Al and Violet may enjoy sightseeing or vacationing. Once you crossed into Kentucky, the shapeshifter had made it a point to tell you how much the state reminded her of your home state of Wisconsin and point out all the horses she saw as well. All the while, you couldn’t help but smile as this was the most carefree Larissa has been for a while. 

Driving through Lexington wasn’t nearly as agonizing as you thought it would have been, but then again, you were exhausted from driving for over 15 hours straight so you weren’t truly fazed by the traffic. 

Larissa observed the directions pulled up on your phone, and teetered back and forth as she raved with excitement, “Oh, we are almost there!” Her hands reached out to grasp at your thigh, wiggling your leg back and forth to demonstrate her happiness to be out of the car soon. 

Both you and Larissa released a collective sigh as you pulled in front of the hotel, knowing you were so close to the proverbial finish line.

“Look Fern!” Larissa’s finger poked the passenger side window, her attention turned to the mess of ivy that clung to the walls of the hotel and the adjacent parking garage.

“Beautiful. Wonder how long that has been there?” You chirp, avoiding telling her the structural damage ivy can do when attached to homes and buildings. “I can park the car. Just go up to the room, hon.” As you pushed the gear shift into park, you glanced at the shapeshifter in the passenger seat. She was gathering her purse and scattered belongings, readying herself to enter the hotel for the night. 

Larissa glanced up from dropping her phone, water bottle, and phone charger into her purse, seemingly offended that you could offer up such a suggestion, “We can both go park, get the keys- Oh! And then let’s go to dinner. I’m starved.”

Now was not the time to argue with the pretty shapeshifter seated next to you, so you shift the car into reverse and pull off into the parking ramp. You had to roll your eyes at the asinine level of construction happening on the first few levels, leaving the two of you driving all the way up to the fourth floor before you found a suitable parking place. 

As soon as you parked, you killed the ignition and pushed the car door open, needing to stretch your legs out and walk around. Larissa continued to gather her belongings in the front seat as she tended to spread out during long drives and couldn’t stand the thought of leaving any garbage behind in her car. The shapeshifter continued speaking to you as you walked to the trunk to pull out both of your suitcases. “You know, Ferny. I was looking at the hotel bar menu. They have a poor wine list, but I’m thinking we should get one of these crazy mixed drinks they have~”

While it wasn’t entirely kind, you felt like you had heard the gist of what she was saying, so you had blocked out the rest of her words as your thoughts wandered to the decrepit looking parking garage. Perhaps it was just the large amount of construction or maybe just the late hour, but you found the structure to be off-putting.

Rifling through the trunk, you become annoyed at the fact that Larissa’s make up bag had fallen over during the trip, littering the back of the car with makeup products. You assumed she may have accidentally forgotten to zip it when she retrieved her glasses from the bag around the 5 hour mark when you stopped for gas. 

One by one, you kept tossing the products back into the bag, hoping and praying you weren’t ruining Larissa’s organization in some way. The sound of a black sedan driving down the center of the parking ramp caused you to briefly look up from your task and shift against your car as a courtesy to the driver. 

You return back to your task, only to be shocked by a number of events happening at once. Larissa frantically began calling your name when a pair of strong arms wound around your waist and yanked you backwards. Flailing, you attempted to break loose of the attackers grip, but you lacked any balance or stability so they only dragged you back further. 

In front of you, a panic stricken Larissa dove from the car to come to your aid - a fire in her eyes that you hadn’t seen since she battled an undead pilgrim for you. 

Your attacker wasn’t alone, and Larissa was soon accosted by two individuals, both of which were quickly fighting a losing battle when Larissa shapeshifted to become much larger and more muscular than before. Rather than marvel at your wife’s abilities like you wanted, you chose to gather your bearings and planted a clumsy backwards kick to the kidnapper’s shin causing the both of you to come clattering to the concrete floor of the parking garage. 

Frantically, you looked about the surrounding area, knowing your best and only option was to use your plant manipulation powers. The tendrils of ivy vines peaking over the ledge of the parking garage wall was all you needed. Planting your hands against the hard floor, you squeeze your eyes shut tight and attempt to focus on bringing the vines to your aid as quickly as possible. 

What you hadn’t anticipated was the rapid crumbling of the concrete as the vines tore apart the building’s infrastructure to get to you. Eye level with the shoes of Larissa and her two attackers, you watched as the men’s shoes became raveled in the leafy vines, driving both the men to the floor. Both of them thrashed and groaned as they tried to fight off the vines, but you were more concerned with the way your kidnapper had found his footing once more and was now dragging you towards the sedan with the help of his driver. 

You kicked and squirmed in their touch, the vines weaving around you as they dove towards the men’s feet. The loosening of their grip was only momentary, but it was still long enough for you to wriggle free and scramble towards Larissa. The shapeshifter watched the scene before her with frantic eyes, her hands outstretched as she beckoned for you to jump into the car for the both of you to drive away. “Come on! Let’s go!”

Larissa’s vice-like grip for your wrist and tugged you to her, pushing you towards the passenger door once you were in her arms. You crawled from the passenger seat to the driver's side, screaming Larissa’s name to pry her eyes away from whatever horrific scene was happening outside the walls of the car. Stuffing your hand in your pocket, you turn over the ignition, and quickly throw the vehicle into reverse. 

With your foot still planted on the break, you glanced back to your right, Larissa wasn’t by the door anymore. This only caused your blood to turn ice cold, worried some of the attackers had gained their freedom and were in the process of kidnapping Larissa. 

You had your car door halfway open when you heard the trunk slam and saw Larissa’s form running around the car to jump in the front seat. She then slammed her car door and pushed down the lever to lock the car doors. Much to your wife’s dismay, you were frozen in place as you stared at her half in awe and half in shock at how the past ten minutes had unraveled. 

The shapeshifter took your face in her hands, and gently shook you back to reality. “Drive! Fern! Drive!” 

With a loud bang, your eyes shifted away from Larissa to the passenger side window where your original attacker had slammed his fiery red hands against the car window. You were suddenly aware of his outcast abilities as the glass of the window began melting under his touch. The glass was warping and bubbling,

sending fear coursing through your veins. 

Somehow, the shapeshifter before you was maintaining a surface level of calm, her hands shaking your head back to the solution at hand, “Drive!”

Punching down on the gas, you gun the car backwards into the black sedan. The jolt resulted in Larissa scrambling to find something to hold onto while you shift the car into drive, and slam down on the gas once more, peeling out of the parking garage. 

Larissa’s eyes lasered in on you, needing to ignore the misshapen window for her own sanity. She wasn’t speaking to you, but you knew the gears were turning in her mind. Any second now, Larissa would have formulated a plan to keep the both of you safe.

What you hadn’t quite expected was Larissa grabbing your phone from the cup-holder, unlocking it with the password she had memorized years ago. Within a few seconds you heard the gentle noise of the dial tone of a phone waiting to be answered.

“Hello?” Agent Thatcher answered sweetly, assuming she knew exactly why you were calling.

Larissa wasted no time in diving into the issue at hand, angrily shouting with her hands gesturing about wildly, “Someone attacked us! What is happening here?” 

Thatcher chuckled into the receiver and you could feel your wife growing more and more irritated in the passenger seat, “I can’t believe they found you already. It was probably your hotel booking. Did you really book it under your real name?”

You couldn’t help but join in on the conversation as Thatcher provided no clarity with her statement back to Larissa’s original question, “Found us already? What are you talking about? What is happening?” 

From the other end, the agent sighed and started in on her explanation, “Well, and I’m being honest here, I wasn’t entirely forthright at our last meeting. The medicinal company not only wants cryptids… but rare varieties of outcasts as well. We learned about their plans for the ‘werewolf vitamin’ and found your names on lists for other potential projects. Working for Nevermore, you are both prominent figures in the outcast world. We sent you on the trip to stay away from Nevermore and keep the students safe.” 

The shapeshifter was automatic in her reply - her first duty was always to her children and students, “What about our children? Who’s going to protect the kids?”

“We have agents posted all over Jericho and Nevermore. Your children are safe.” The nonchalant nature of Agent Thatcher’s response made a well of frustration and confusion well within you. “Does one of you have a pen handy? I have the address for a safehouse where you will be spending the night.” 

With no further questions, Larissa pulled her phone from her purse, ready to type the address into her notes app, “Okay. I’m ready.”

The agent listed off the address like she had been waiting for the two of you to call about this. She was entirely unenthusiastic about the dangers you had encountered - almost as if she expected you to know how to handle it all. “The agent there will be able to help you get on your way to Louisiana.”

“What? No. Who said we were-” Larissa attempted to argue with the agent, but it was no use.

“Agent Thatcher out.”

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[skatermusic]

Liquid Gold

"Eli? You almost ready, hon?" Marshmallow asked, putting the finishing touches on their red panda outfit.

"Almost, babe!" A muffled voice called from the bedroom in Eli's apartment.

Marshmallow sat on Eli's couch while they waited. They might as well make themselves comfortable. They had just enough time to wish a sick Nimh a speedy recovery before Eli emerged from the bathroom.

Marshmallow's jaw dropped. Holy crap did Eli look good. His eyeliner was sharp enough to cut a diamond, he wore a beautiful rainbow ball gown with flowers all over it that definitely cost 3 pay cheques from his department store job, and a pair of glass slippers with butterflies on them that would've made Cinderella jealous. Eli held his mask in one diamond manicured hand and a clutch with his makeup, a compact, his phone, wallet, and keys in the other.

Eli giggled and thanked Marshmallow for their unspoken compliment by showering them in hot pink lipstick kisses. A ping from Eli's phone caught his attention. As soon as he checked it, Eli bent down and scooped Marshmallow up bridal style. "Our chariot awaits, Prinx* Charming!"

Eli was definitely up to something, Marshmallow thought, as their date somehow ran down the stairs to the lobby in those heels. Their rainbow princess** loved being fashionably late for things, so the fact that he was ready so soon was suspicious. Maybe he had a surprise for them?

Marshmallow and Eli gossiped in the Uber the whole ride to the ball. As soon as the couple arrived, Eli gave his date another kiss, then left. Where had he gone? Before they could follow him, a server offered them some champagne, which they accepted. Normally, they would order a whiskey on the rocks, but it would do for now. An hour into the night, an announcement was made:

"Esteemed guests, welcome to the Enchanted Woods Ball, a celebration that commemorates our wildlife! Starting off tonight's entertainment with 'Liquid Gold,' please welcome Elijah Kawase!"

Was this the surprise Eli had planned? Marshmallow rolled their eyes good-naturedly as soon as the curtains opened. Classic Eli. Of course, he started off his performance by posing seductively on the piano. They opened their phone and began recording.

Eli gave his love a flirtatious wink, showing off his rainbow eyeshadow, then began to sing. "Born in this town, but been here and there, the "road less travelled" kinda guy, but though the waters stay fast and, oh, so free I ain't never seen mouths this dry."

A man helped Eli off the piano and into a chair. "Yet the common man will find his fix whether morphine or creosole, but there's one sure way to get 'em ossified-you gotta dig up that liquid gold!" Marshmallow wasn't surprised when the crowd joined in almost immediately. ("Dig it up, dig it up!")

Eli started to dance. "Time's a wastin', friend, can't spare a minute!"

("Chasin' after that liquid gold!")

"Take a big inhale o' those St. Lou' spirits!"

Marshmallow swiped a text from Kelby away as they filmed, making a mental note to check it later.

("We'd rather get it than ever get old!")

"You can speak easy, chums, it'll be all right!"

("Chasin' after that liquid gold!")

Marshmallow had never pegged (that phrasing would have gotten a giggle out of Eli) this crowd to be the kind to like electro-swing, yet the ones that weren't also filming were dancing. They guessed Eli had that effect on people.

"So take a swig for your courage and we'll own tonight!"

("We'd rather get it than ever get old!")

Was Kelby okay, Marshmallow wondered? The athlete had a big game today. They hoped he won.

"..........so it's up to us to find the entertainment to keep ourselves brave and bold! And what better way to show our gallantry than to dig for that liquid gold?"

("Dig it up, dig it up!")

"I said time's a wastin' cousin, can't spare a minute!"

("Chasin' after that liquid gold!")

"Feel the vibes in the air o' those St Lou spirits!"

("We'd rather get it than ever get old!")

"You can speak easy chums, we'll keep out of sight!"

("Chasin' after that liquid gold!")

"So take a swig for your courage and we'll own tonight!"

("We'd rather get it than ever get old!")

Though Eli spoke this part, walking across the stage as if it were his runway, the audience was still singing "Dig it up, dig it up!" in between: "Now the extravagance and show of this sordid affair will nary spoil the ambiance of the Mississippi air. And if thine eyes shall fall and rest on the scene, then pay no mind friend, merely greasing the machine!"

"Here we go." The words slipped out of Marshmallow's mouth before they could stop themselves. Eli had already struck oil with his captive audience, but sometimes he just didn't know when to stop drilling. It was one of the things Marshmallow loved about him, but it didn't always work out in their cotton candy queen's favour.

"I've had run-ins with rumrunners and rubes, but it's never bothered me none, just a normal afternoon. So if you're keen to listen, here's an offer I'll propose; let me work and I'll provide you with a touch o' that gold!"

Eli went right back to singing: "Time's a wastin' friend, can't spare a minute!"

("Chasin' after that liquid gold!")

"And there's no sweeter smell than those St. Lou spirits!"

("We'd rather get it than ever get old!")

"We're speaking easy friends, we're on a bootlegger's flight!"

("Chasin' after that liquid gold!")

"We'll take a swig for our courage and we'll own tonight!"

("We'd rather get it than ever get old!")

"Encore!" Eli called, then laughed.

"So take a swig for your courage and we'll own tonight, we're gonna dig up that liquid gold!" Eli ended his song with a pose, followed by a curtsey. The applause that followed was so ravenous it almost drowned out Eli's flattered giggles. Marshmallow climbed up onto the stage. Eli dropped the microphone, fell to his knees and scooped them up. The curtains dropped to give the couple their privacy as they shared a kiss.

"Hon, that was amazing, but really, the piano?" Marshmallow asked, referring to how Eli had begun his performance.

Eli smirked. "C'mon, sugarbear. Did you really expect any less from me?"

Marshmallow shook their head. "Nope."

Eli's performance was so well-liked that he drank for free for the rest of the night. Marshmallow wouldn't have been surprised if the video they posted went viral. Once Eli began saying things he should really be telling his therapist between sips of his third strawberry daiquiri, Marshmallow knew it was time to cut him off.

Eli napped in the Uber, using Marshmallow's shoulder as a pillow. Once his apartment building drew near, Marshmallow gently woke Eli. "We're almost there, Sleeping Beauty."

As soon as they were inside Eli's apartment, the cotton candy queen gave his lover a kiss. "Thanks for an amazing night, sugar bear." He made a bee-line for the bathroom to scrub his makeup off and perform the rest of his night routine.

Though the time on Marshmallow's phone read 2:35 am, they weren't tired in the least. Working quite literally around the clock had done that to them.

As soon as Eli emerged from the bathroom, Marshmallow gave him a good night kiss "Sweet dreams, hon. You can go to bed if you want. I'm not tired yet."

But Eli wasn't taking no for an answer. For the second time that night, Marshmallow found themself in Eli's arms. Eli put both of their phones on charge, then found something comfortable for Marshmallow to change into. Marshmallow changed, brushed their teeth, and then slipped into bed with Eli, the former pegasus using Marshmallow's chest as a pillow. The couple shared a kiss, then went to sleep.

*Prinx is a gender-neutral equivalent to Prince/ss.

**Eli is confirmed to be genderfluid.

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[miss-andromeda]

Whispers to Talking, Talking to Screams (Halloween Special)

Universe: TMNT 2012

Turtle of Choice: (Romantic) Donatello, (Platonic) Leonardo, Raphael, Michelangelo (special guest appearances by April and Casey)

Prompt: “How many of those did you take?”

Song Inspiration: Wonderland (Taylor’s Version) by Taylor Swift

This is obviously non-canon - as it’s a Halloween special! Happy Halloween, y’all, and hope you enjoy a glimpse into my take on a spooky tale 😌🩷

And side note! I will be referencing characters and plot devices from another oneshot written months ago, called Even In Your Wildest Dreams, so if you want to, go read that first!

~

“C’mon, D, please?” Mikey’s incessant begging reverberated across the lair, making both Leo and Raph roll their eyes in frustration. The youngest had been begging and pleading for the better part of two hours, and of course, it wasn’t working.

“For the 50th time, Mikey, no!” Donnie scolded him as he fixed his steampunk costume. “I’m Andi’s plus-one to her friend’s costume party, so I’m not even able to bring you if I wanted to. And furthermore, you don’t have a watch yet, and I’m not about to explain to her friends why there’s a turtle at the party.”

Mikey huffed as he angrily watched Donnie use his human watch, changing him into the same awkward geek that he changed into months before. “Bro, that’s not fair! How come you get to go to a rockin’ Halloween party? You know I’m the life of the party!”

“You’re also the most annoying.” Donnie muttered to himself, before shaking his head at his brother. “Look, I’m not about to argue with you. I’ve got to go pick up Andi.” He finished, walking quickly past Mikey. “I’ll be back by midnight, guys! And I’ve got my tPhone, call me if an emergency comes up!”

He was met with a flurry of reactions: “Tell Andi we say hi” from Leo, “Try not to get beat up” from Raph, and another groan from Mikey.

He was about to respond to all three of them when he heard his tPhone go off – and when he heard the opening chords of “Close Call,” he grinned as he checked the message Andi sent him. 

Or rather, the picture she sent. 

And he just about lost his breath when he saw her in her matching steampunk costume, with a full face of makeup and a teasing smile on her face.

Her message was simple: ‘Still going with me to Danica’s party?’

With shaky hands and a crimson face, Donnie hastily typed back, ‘Of course! Though you may steal the show with how beautiful you look 😍’

He could practically see the blush on her face when she responded, ‘Aw, Don 🥰  When should I expect you, sweet talker?’

‘Say around 7?’

‘Perfect! I’ll see you soon then. I love you 🩷🩷’

Donnie couldn’t help but smile more at her message. ‘Love you more, hon 💜💜’

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Their laughter echoed throughout the tunnels as Andi was being given a piggyback ride and she held her boots in her hands. “I cannot believe that you actually won against Kevin for best costume. Normally he’s got that locked down.” She commented, then left a little kiss on his cheek - then chuckled when she left a lipstick print on the spot she kissed.

“Does that mean I’m officially invited back for next year?” Donnie smiled at her, making her roll her eyes and nod, smiling back. 

“As long as we’re still together next year, of course you are.”

“So you think we won’t be together next year?” At the question, he feigned like he was about to drop her, making her yelp and latch onto her shoulders. 

“No, I just-” She then groaned and rested her head against his shoulder. “That’s not what I meant.”

He only laughed in response as he tightened his grip on her. “You’re cute when you’re exasperated.”

Andi rolled her eyes again, but a smile flickered back onto her face. “And you’re lucky you’re cute, or I would’ve socked you in the shoulder.”

“Sure you would.” He reached into his coat pocket and took out some caramel chews, handing two to Andi before asking if she could unwrap one and feed it to him. 

“How many of those did you take? You’ve had, like, 20 this evening.” She teased him, her voice slightly muffled by the candy.

He was about to respond (likely with something snarky,) when they finally entered the lair…

…only to be met with darkness and no noise whatsoever.

“Huh, that’s weird.” Andi mumbled after swallowing the candy, before hopping off Donnie’s back and looking around for anyone. “Hello? Leo? Mikey? Raphie? Master Splinter?” She called out, and when she was given no response, she frowned and turned to her boyfriend. “Was the power giving you trouble when you left?”

Donnie only shook his head as he searched blindly for the light switch. When his fingers grazed it, though, he smiled to himself and switched it back on. And when the lights were back, everything looked completely normal. The throw pillows on the couch were still in the same position as before, the TV was switched off, Mikey’s video game controllers were strewn across the floor (as usual,) and nothing looked out of the ordinary. 

“Maybe Mikey thought it was a good idea to get us by turning off the lights when we came back.” Andi surmised, rolling her eyes. “Was he giving you trouble when you were getting ready?”

“Yep. I estimated 50 times that he begged me to let him join us.”

“Typical Mikey.” Andi mumbled under her breath, but shook her head. “Maybe next year I can ask Danica for one extra invitation for him, if he really wanted to go that badly.”

“Honestly, that’s your best bet.” Donnie agreed, nodding his head. “Especially considering-” 

He was interrupted by faint whispers, so soft that you had to basically listen to the wind to hear it.

“Do you hear that?” He whispered to Andi, who only stared in confusion at his whispering. 

“Hear-” She spoke in a normal voice before Donnie shushed her, then gestured to his ears to pantomime her listening closer. 

‘Go to the lab. Go to the lab.’

“ Who’s whispering that? And what do they mean, ‘go to the lab’?” Andi whispered to him, her eyes widening. 

“I don’t know, but stay here. I don’t want you getting hurt.” Donnie told her softly, his normally soft and gentle look to her being replaced by a protective, steely one. This always happened when he worried that she would be in danger; the last thing that he ever wanted, under any circumstances was for her to be in the line of fire. 

But he knew Andi, and he knew that by the panicked look in her eye and her frantically shaking her head that he didn’t convince her. “Are you crazy?!” She whispered, her eyes becoming more fearful. “I’m not gonna let you get hurt either! Either we both go or neither of us do.”

Donnie let out a slightly exasperated sigh; when she was this fearful (or just emotional in general,) there was no changing her mind. And he really wanted to figure out where his brothers were…

“Okay. But stay by me.” He softly commanded, and he had to admit, the vice-like grip she had on his arm pained him. Literally and figuratively. 

He tentatively walked the two of them to the lab, Andi’s grip never letting go of him. Normally, he liked being her knight in shining armor…but when she was this scared (and admittedly, he was starting to get worried too,) his white-knight tendencies when it came to her left the building.

He just hoped that whatever was calling for them wasn’t…that awful. 

When they got to the lab, it was the same scene; lights were off, but other than that, nothing looked too out of the ordinary. Except…when the voices realized they had visitors, they changed their commands. 

‘Turn on the lights. Turn on the lights.’

Still fearful, Andi fumbled for the light switch - and when she found it and switched it on, her heart fell into her shoes at the sight as she started to sob. 

“NO! APRIL!”

There she was…her best friend, slumped over Donnie’s keyboard, and blood spilling from her stomach and onto the floor.

Upon noticing what happened, Donnie gasped (and felt tears blur his vision as well) and grabbed Andi, pulling her from the gruesome sight and into his plastron, cradling her head against him and softly urging her not to look. 

“W-Who could do this to her?” She whispered, her tone sounding disheveled and heartbroken. “S-She didn’t do anything…”

Donnie shook his head, furiously wiping away his own tears as he leaned in to weakly kiss her forehead. He then looked back at the scene - but rather focus on April, he noticed the crimson writing that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

What scared him wasn’t just the message, it was the fact that it looked like it was made out of April’s blood.

 “What the…” Donnie breathed, horrified at the thought, as he tried to read the message through the messy scrawl. “See…what? O-Oh, um…’see what happens when you ignore me’…t-that’s weird. Why would they write something so specific?”

Andi’s eyes widened as she listened to the message; when she turned around to read it for herself, she gasped at the realization. “Wait…how did they know about me having to cancel my plans with April?” She asked aloud. “O-Only me and her know about that-”

She was interrupted when she heard Donnie screaming in fear and, making her whip around and see him being dragged off into…the shadows. “Don! NO!” She screamed in panic, desperately trying to grab his hand and pull him back to her. However, despite her best efforts, the invisible force fighting her won, and she had to watch her boyfriend disappear into the abyss. 

That made her fall to her knees in panic, crying and holding her head in the process. “Why are you doing this?! First my best friend and now my boyfriend - w-what did I do to deserve this?!” She screamed at nothing in particular. “And who are you anyway?!”

She was ignored, though, as the voices started to get louder and louder. But they only repeated one word:

‘Ignored. Ignored. Ignored. Ignored. Ignored.’

“Leave me alone! Please!” Andi screamed again, curling in on herself. “I promise, I’ll never do anything even remotely bad again! Just give me my friends back and leave me alone! I’m begging you!”

‘Next. Next. Next. Next. Next.’

Andi’s eyes widened at that - that could only mean one thing. 

She was grateful that Splinter had been training her to hear footsteps - though it helped that when she was this on edge, she was always hypervigilant.

So when she heard a set of footsteps getting louder and closer to her, she did the only thing that seemed rational to her.

She spun around and punched the would-be assailant in the face, hard enough to knock them out.

But then she noticed who it was once she ripped off the mask.

“Casey?!”

That’s when she was met with three things; raucous laughter, Donnie rushing to her to make sure she was okay, and the lights turning back on. 

“We got you so good!” Mikey cheered, high-fiving a still laughing Raph and a proud Leo. “That might’ve been the best prank ever!”

“P…Prank?” Upon hearing that, Andi’s adrenaline drained as quickly as it emerged, and before she could yell at the boys for such a joke, her eyes crossed and she keeled over, fainting in Donnie’s arms. 

The last thing she could make out was her boyfriend berating them for making her faint before everything faded to black.

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She woke up in a familiar place. It was a bit rigid, but nothing she wasn’t used to. It reminded her of the first time she and Donnie met - this was where they had their second conversation. 

She was in the lab, on the little cot in the corner.

“Don?” Andi weakly called out, grunting as she held her head.

As if by magic, he appeared, stroking her hair and looking at her with the most sincere and gentle expression she had seen in a long time. “Hey, you. How’re you feeling?”

Andi managed a weak smile as she tugged him closer. “Okay, I guess. I think I just fainted from how much whiplash I got finding out that was a prank. A really sick one.”

Donnie nodded in understanding, leaning in to kiss her forehead again. “That’s understandable.” He then sighed and shook his head as he sat next to her. “I think I figured out why that even happened. Mikey was mad because he wanted to go with us to that party, so to get revenge, he enlisted everyone’s help to give us a scare. April joined because she figured you wouldn’t get as freaked out as you have, and Casey, the genius he is, thought it would be a good idea to scare you silly.”

Andi rolled her eyes, then closed them as she leaned against him. “That clears that up then…but still, that was a bit far, even for Mikey.” But then her eyes opened again as a mischievous smirk crept onto her face. 

An idea.

“But…it’s not entirely too far for me.” She surmised. “And you do realize this means war, right? I mean, we can’t let them get away with pranking us that badly and letting them feel victorious.” When she saw a little smirk threatening to come out on Donnie’s face, she smirked more as she leaned up to kiss his cheek. “What say you, professor? Shall we get some revenge?”

Finally, Donnie cracked; a smirk appeared on his face as he nodded, giving her a proper kiss on her lips. Once he pulled away, he leaned his forehead against hers. “We shall, enchantress. Let’s scare them so badly that they’ll jump at their own shadows. After all…as you said, darling, this means war.”

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Happy Halloween, my lovely friends 🩷🧡

@post-apocalyptic-daydream @leosgirl82 @thelaundrybitch @tinkabelle19 @kikithedreamerwriter @jasminarts01 @android-cap-007 @happymoonangel @margoteve @raphsmuneca

#STS Takeover Challenge #all's fair in love and science #oc andi rhodes #donatello #tmnt 2012 #happy halloween

[cherrydreamer]

(@mourntheantagonist Happy Early Birthday! I hope you have an amazing birthday week!🎂This little present of a ficlet was entirely inspired by your Billy Hargrove's Exploration of Beauty series and I hope you didn't mind me dabbling in your universe (cause you KNOW how much I adore those fics!))

💅

It all starts when Claudia Henderson decides to try her hand at being an Avon Lady, as a way of earning a little extra money for the holidays.

She's definitely not the most glowing rep for the brand, and she doesn't go in for all the parties and the home makeovers, but she's no stranger to brushing on a little mascara and a bit of lipstick, and there's something about her more natural look that seems to resonate with the less glossy of the Hawkins' housewives. And, more importantly for her customers, their deliveries always come with a few free samples of Claudia's baked goodies, and a little helping of local gossip.

Although there's one customer who doesn't partake in those extra little perks. Susan Hargrove. Max's mom. As much as Claudia would like to get to know her, Susan's booklet and neatly filled out order form are returned by Billy whenever he drops Max off, and he's also the one who picks up her packages, taking the paper bag with a couple of shiny blue tubes and compacts and insisting that Susan asks him to do it to save Claudia the hassle.

It's strange. There's something about it Claudia can't quite work out. Because no matter how many lip glosses or eyeliners or nail varnishes that Susan orders, her look never seems to change. And it gets stranger still when she runs into Susan at the grocery store, and takes the opportunity to ask her whether she liked the surprisingly bold lipstick she ordered recently, only for Susan's face to screw up in confusion before she shakes her head and says she's not ordered anything for the last few months.

Claudia smoothes it over. Apologises and says she must be getting muddled. But as she carries on shopping, it all falls into place. Billy must be buying these things for a girlfriend. A sweetheart. It's romantic really, not the kind of thing she'd have thought would cross the mind of a boy like him. But hey, mustn't judge. And everyone gets a little bit silly when they're in love. And he's not harming anyone, so she lets it slide. Keeps up the pretence for the next few orders. Hands over 'Susan's' packages with little more than a smile. But eventually she cracks, she can't help it, she's curious, and so the next time Billy comes to collect an order, Claudia gives him a knowing wink when she hands it over and says "I know this isn't for Susan, sweetie."

But her cheery smile drops at the expression that floods Billy's face, the way his face goes pale, his eyes big and wide and full of fear, and she wonders if he's embarrassed at being caught out. So she forces that smile back onto her face, and tries to reassure him. She reaches out, taking his trembling hand in hers, an ache in her heart when he flinches back from her gentle touch. And she knows there's something more here. Something bigger than she thought.

"Are you selling it?" She asks, trying desperately to think of any other explanation, "To make a little money for yourself? That's OK, hon, it's clever, actually. Maybe we could go into business together, you could-"

But Billy just shakes his head, clutching the package to his chest.

"Oh," Claudia sighs, "But you're getting it for someone else, right? A girlfriend?"

Billy shakes his head, and Claudia tries again,

"Oh! Is it for Max? Oh honey, does her Mom not want her wearing it? Or, well, her stepdad? He seems a little..." She trails off before she reveals her true feelings about a certain Neil Hargrove, "Maybe I should have a word with Susan. I know I don't have a daughter, but I know it's nothing for her to be worried about. Lots of girls want to experiment with their looks at her age. It's normal."

And that's when Billy absolutely breaks. When his face crumbles and his lip quivers and he shoves the package back into Claudia's hand as the truth comes spilling out before he can hold it back.

"It's mine, OK? It's for me. All that shit in there, I've been getting it for me."

And Claudia gets it then. And ok, it is definitely something more, something a little bigger. But it's nothing she can't handle. She didn't spend a year working as a seamstress for a Parisian drag bar without learning a few things about life. So she makes sure that her smile doesn't even falter, and she taps a finger on the parcel in her hands, "Well then," she says, voice light and breezy, "In that case, let me swap out that eyeshadow. The silver is nice but, honestly honey? The gold is going to be much more your colour."

#cherrywrites #not harringrove #but billy at least! #and claudia being awesome and having a badass past that I only hint at #i need to make that a tag as it's gonna crop up a lot #thanks for the life changing headcanon ihni #🎂🎂🎂 and happy birthday mandi! 🎂🎂🎂 #i hope your day is as spectacular as you

[a-queer-seminarian]

In the latest episode of the Blessed Are the Binary Breakers podcast, I read passages from Leslie Feinberg's 1996 book Transgender Warriors that deal with the same tired arguments people have been making against the trans community for decades now.

How do you respond when someone insists that women's spaces shouldn't include trans women, that drag queens make a mockery of femininity, that trans women have male privilege? Feinberg offered concise, helpful answers years ago that can help us continue the good fight today.

Listen wherever you get podcasts, or click here for a place to listen + a link to the episode transcript.

Quotes in the images are from Leslie Feinberg; comic panels are from an Alison Bechdel comic. ID in alt text and also under the readmore.

Image 1: Text reads Blessed Are the Binary Breakers, episode 62: Refuting TERF rhetoric with Leslie Feinberg. There’s a panel from an Alison Bechdel comic featuring a women’s bathroom. A woman drying her hands says to someone who has short hair and glasses entering, “Excuse me! Aren’t you in the wrong bathroom?” A woman washing her hands answers for the other person, “Of course she’s not! Take a closer look, hon!”

Image 2: A quote from Leslie Feinberg reading, "What happens when butches walk into the women's bathroom? Women nudge each other with elbows, or roll their eyes, and say mockingly, 'Do you know which bathroom you're in?' That's not how women behave when they really believe there's a man in the bathroom. This scenario is not about women's safety —it's an example of gender-phobia.And ask yourself, if you were in the women's bathroom, and there were two teenage drag queens putting on lipstick in front of the mirror, would you be in danger? If you called security or the cops, or forced those drag queens to use the men's room, would they be safe?..."

Image 3: A quote from Leslie Feinberg reading, “...Defending the inclusion of [trans] sisters in women's space does not threaten the safety of any woman. The AIDS movement, for example, battled against the right-wing characterization of gay men as a 'high-risk group.' We won an understanding that there is no high-risk group - there are high-risk behaviors. Therefore, creating safety in women's space means we have to define unsafe behavior — like racist behavior by white women towards women of color, or dangerous insensitivity to disabilities."

Image 4: A quote from Feinberg reading, “"[Trans] women are not a Trojan horse trying to infiltrate women's space. There have always been transsexual women helping to build the women's movement — they are part of virtually every large gathering of women. They want to be welcomed into women's space for the same reason every woman does — to feel safe." Another panel from the same Alison Bechdel comic shows the androgynous woman saying to the woman washing her hands who stuck up for her, “Uh...thanks, Jillian. I’d do the same for you, y’know.” Jillian replies, “Thanks, but I don’t actually have much of a problem in ladies’ rooms. At least, not since my ‘nobody knows I’m a transsexual’ t-short wore out.’“ / end id

#trans women are women #terfs #leslie feinberg #transgender warriors #quote tag #solidarity #public bathrooms #trans stuff #podcast #blessed are the binary breakers #log

[itsthemysterykids]

Pride Parade headcanons before this beloved month comes to an end?

Coraline

Bisexual Badass (She/Her)

Crazy irresponsible aunt of Pride

Always getting into trouble with the authorities

Makes sure to carry around a mask and gloves just in case she doesn’t want to leave any evidence behind

May or may not have been behind the prank where a ton of glue and glitter got dumped on protesters

Literal definition of ‘Be Bi, Do Crime!’

Tank Tops… That is all

… Also Crocs

Wears a bisexual cape

Out of everyone’s league

… Okay, she gone, Coraline simps over every pretty person she sees!

A tall girl dress as She-Ra walked by, followed a guy dressed as He-Man, and she got a nosebleed

She wants to give every Lesbian Goddess a gift, either jewelry or money

Hayley Kiyoko is her anthem

Learning how to Vogue. She’s a disaster

Cannot walk in heels to save her life

She, Neil, and Raz drink the most juice boxes

Likes to yell at TERFs

Definitely one of the loudest at Pride

Joins in on glitter fights whenever Mabel starts them

She threw glitter at Lili and saw her life flash before her eyes

Can and will bring a t-shirt cannon… And she can and will fire shirts at protesters on full blast

Next to Mabel, she eats the most sugar

One time, she had a major sugar rush and almost ended up joining a cult… Or starting one. She can’t remember

Chugs a ton of melted Icees

Wybie

Pan Trans Dude (He/Him)

Has been going to Pride with his grandma since he came out to her

May or May not be a Pride icon

Has enough binders to rotate through the week

Donates his old ones to those in need

This is the only time of the year where Wybie will refer to a person as ‘Hon’

Total mom of Pride

Like Mabel, if you ask, he will hug you

Carries a frying pan around for protection

Is terrified of losing Raz and Lili in a crowd. THEY’RE SO SHORT!

Brings those leash backpacks for kids just in case the others get into trouble

Supplies the snacks

Dyes his hair white and paints pink marks under his eyes to look like Allura because she’s a goddess and people refer to him as a goddex

Every time Wybie flips his hair, a trans girl gets a cupcake

Every time Wybie flips his hair, a trans boy also gets a cupcake

He unintentionally adopts people

Gets asked out nearly every year

People also like to give him gifts

Coraline, Mabel, and Neil ask him to be their wingman, but everyone’s too focused on him

Has the grace and poise of Billy Porter

Participates in glitters wars with the others

He didn’t win one year when Coraline threw glitter at Lili. No one was safe.

One year, some TERFs walked over just to yell at him. They walked away in love

Norman

Agender Gay Demiromantic Asexual (They/Them & He/Him)

Was roped into letting Mabel, Neil, and Raz do his makeup

Black lipstick every day

Also rainbow eyeshadow

Dipper may or may not have gotten a nosebleed

The ghost of Martha P Johnson goes with him to pride for protection

The first time Norman went to Pride, they cried. Everyone was so accepting!

Everyone immediately wanted to comfort him because seeing Norman cry should be illegal

Has to convince Stonewall Riot ghosts to not throw stuff at police

Long story short, one ghost threw a brick at a protester and now protesters fear Norman

They think he has ‘gay mind powers’. He’s not complaining

Has been carried by Drag Queens

Just to piss of protesters for the hell of it, they kissed Dipper… Then they did it again just for the hell of it

They get hugged every five minutes

Doesn’t know which cape to wear, so he rotates

Is a master at glitter wars. Seriously, this kid can dodge. Mabel gets frustrated every time

Hoodies and beanies no matter how hot it is

Raz: Norman! You’re sweating bullets!

Norman: Beauty is pain.

Raz: But-

Norman: BEAUTY IS PAIN!

Dressed as a witch one time (Made sure Aggie was okay with it first) and wore the rainbow flag as a cape

They cursed protesters with their ‘gay mind powers’

Neil

Omniromantic (He/Him)

He’s the Pride Dad, Wybie’s the Pride Mom

Wears Deadpool merch every year

Then he pretends to break the fourth wall

Likes to Cosplay with Mabel and Raz

They went as She-Ra, Bow, and Glimmer. Guess who was who

Rolls around in body glitter with Mabel before every parade

Wears a shirt that says ‘Free Hugs’

Sometimes unintentionally adopts people with Wybie

Likes to carry people on his shoulders

Rainbow lipstick. SLAYED

Teaching Coraline how to Vogue

Always the first one out in the Glitter Wars

Then Lili got hit and… It was a massacre

Eats a ton of marshmallows

Brings a ukulele and sings ‘Everyone is just a Little Gay’

Everyone will throw hands if Neil gets hurt

Some protesters tried to beat him up and they met the business end of a Drag Queen’s nine inch heel

Likes to do makeup

He once painted rainbows on kids’ faces

Supplies extra glitter while Mabel brings the main supply

Pacifist, but will not hesitate if the situation calls for it

Did drag one year. He was good, but not on Raz’s level

Norman’s wingman and it’s exhausting!

Why must his friend be a disaster?

Dipper

Bill Nye the Bi-ence Guy! (He/Him & Ze/Zir)

Likes to throw his old binders into the crowd

Gender envious of Wybie

Seriously, he’s a total goddex!

Only let’s Mabel do his makeup. It’s that sibling trust

Tank top and khaki shorts

Dipper doesn’t know it, but people find zir iconic

Different Pride caps every day

Mabel is zir wingwoman

When Norman kissed him in front of protesters, Mabel had to keep him from passing out later

When protestors attack, ze goes LGBT scientist on their butts, explaining the difference between gender and sex, what hormone blockers actually do, and how not every gay person has AIDS

Makes flower crowns with Lili. It’s relaxing

Comes out every year

Dipper: Okay… I am Bisexual.

Mabel: Dipper, we know. You come out to us every year.

Dipper: Oh… I do?

Stan: Yes! And we love you just the way you are!

Dipper: Well, thank you for being an ally!

Once asked Norman out during a parade. Now the two have a day named after them

One protester tried to hit Mabel and ze just saw red

He had a major sugar high one day and starting singing all the Pride songs he knew

Now people clap and cheer whenever he walks by

Mabel

PanRomantic (She/Her)

Calls everyone ‘My loves!’

Also a pride icon

Drag Queens LOVE her outfits

Beauty guru

She has a vlog Dipper helps her out with, and she promotes different products from LGBTQ+-owned companies

Will do everyone’s makeup

Seriously, her mascara is on point

Hugs pride kids who were forced to sneak out or were kicked out of their homes

Then she buys them ice cream

She likes to knit Pride-themed sweaters and then just pass them out to anyone who wants them

A drag queen wore one to one of her shows and Mabel got over 30K followers on her Instagram

Now people are throwing hundreds of dollars at her for just a beanie

Some say Mabel fired the first glitter ball, which started the Mystery Kids Glitter Wars

Wears Crystal Gem merch

She cosplayed as Pearl and warded off protesters with her spear

Same with her Rose Quartz sword

Dipper’s wingwoman before ze asked Norman out… And it was in no way easy

After Dipper and Norman finally got together, she and Neil celebrated with Rainbow Unicorn Frappuccinos

Out of respect for Mabel, the coffee shop gave her the recipe for Rainbow Unicorn Frappuccinos

Brings her Polaroid camera and scrapbook to document every moment

Raz

Genderfluid Bi-Guy (He/Him)

Good at makeup, but he’s not on Mabel’s level… No one is

But he is a pro at drag

He mainly does drag versions of BNHA characters. He slayed as Drag Deku

Is trying to teach Coraline how to walk in heels… It’s hopeless

He’s been working heels since he was eight. It’s all about balance

Has over thirty-five wigs

Likes to wear feathered boas

Dressed as Peter Pan one time and threw rainbow glitter at the protestors

Fanny packs

Somehow, he makes them look good

Backflipped away from protesters

Likes to belt Steven Universe songs and songs from The PROM Soundtrack

Buys all of the Pride merch he can get his hands on. It concerns Lili sometimes

Hid in a Drag Queen’s dress when Lili got involved in the glitter wars

Once stole fifty candy bars without getting caught

Is everyone’s impulse control… If they don’t do anything crazy, he will

Raz: Oh, the burden!

Coraline: Raz, no one told you to eat a ton of sprinkles

Joins Wybie and Dipper in throwing their binders to the crowd. He just throws them at random and goes, ‘Binders! Binders! Binders!’

Small but feral

Immediately starting singing ‘Turn it Off’ as soon as someone said “light switch”

Whenever a protestor says, “you’re going to hell!” He fires back with a “I’ll save you a seat!”

Lili

Nonbinary (They/Them & She/Her)

Sarcastic Pride shirts

Has a shrine of George Salazar

Will bite a TERF and has a shirt that says exactly that

Dyes their pigtails rainbow for every pride parade

Boots…

Also scrunchies

Draws stars on the cuffs of her jeans

She once took down a protester twice her size and now they all fear her

Norman/Lili: FEAR SQUAD!

Wears a “Queers for Isabela” shirt

Makes flower crowns with Dipper to pass around

Getting a flower crown from Lili is an honor

Acts as Raz’s impulse control by threatening him with a spray bottle of makeup remover

Whenever the Mystery Kids even think about throwing glitter she will hold up a fistful of it and have them crying like babies

Drag Queens and Kings love her. She’s sassy, has nice hair, and is a pro at eye shadow

Will buy binders for people with their own money

They also buy Raz ring-pops. (Sugar free, though)

Once set fire to a TERF’s hair after they tried to beat up Dipper

Supplies juice boxes

LOVES Rainbow Unicorn Frappuccinos

They had a sugar rush that lasted for hours

And the next day, the Mystery Kids were all laughing and no one will tell them why

Wears a denim with over a hundred Pride-themed buttons

Paints Pride flags on their boots

Stole a motorcycle from one of the Dykes on Bikes and went on a joyride

#coraline #mystery kids #paranorman #gravity falls #psychonauts #the mystery kids #ask stuff #answered ask #pride month #pride headcanon #bisexual #Pansexual #asexual #Aromantic #nonbinary #transgender #gay

[petra-realsnk]

Modern au: Toga takes Izayoi to Sephora.

#get those lipsticks hon #also Izayoi is a beauty guru #shit posting #hny #inuyasha #inuyasha fandom #Hanyo no Yashahime #yashahime half demon princess #incorrect inuyasha #hanyo no yashahime: sengoku otogi soshi #Izayoi #Inuyasha #inuparents #Ino no Taisho

[alcinadimitrescuwu]

Welcome to the Family, Boy (Alcina x Fem!Reader Fanfic)

First thank you all for your support for my first Dimitrescu fanfic. I truly appreciate it and all the support this community has given me on. Let's go on to the next one, shall we?

Premise: After a long and stressful week, your wife Alcina wants to help you let off some steam. However, your amorous activities are cut short by an unexpected surprise.

Warning: blood. There are some steamy scenes in here but nothing explicit, so it's mostly safe for work.

As you climb the stairs to your bedroom, you heave a great sigh. It’s been a long and stressful week. Daniela had caused a small fire in the wine cellar basement by knocking over a lantern when she had gotten a little too eager for a feeding. It was eventually put out, but the corpse was burned in the process. Alcina had been furious at the waste of resources. It had taken a full day to get rid of the ash, but the basement was clean. Well, as clean as it could be. Aside from the wine cellar, Alcina didn’t seem to care much about cleaning up the basement. Well, it was over now. Now you just couldn’t wait to curl up next to your wife and get a good sleep.

You arrive at your doorway and hear Maria Callas singing “Casta Diva” from within. You smile. Your mutual love for opera was one of the first things you discussed as you were courting. Before you reach your hand to knock at the door, you hear Alcina call, “Is that you iubirea mea?”

“Yes, dear,” you reply. You stretch your arms behind your head. “Oh, I just can’t wait to get into bed-” Your voice cuts off as you see what your wife is wearing. She is wearing a black peignoir and as she stands up, she casts it off to reveal a black and red lingerie set.

She smiles wickedly. “I can’t wait to get into bed with you either.”

You don’t move. You can only stare. Her scarlet lips match the exact shade of the lingerie. Without any sleeves, you see her muscular arms and you blush as you recall what those arms feel like wrapped around you. Her legs are on full display as well with a red stocking clipped to a garter. They reach up to your shoulders and you have spent many a time nestled in them with your head on her lap. You open your mouth to reply but find nothing coming out.

Alcina pouts and puts one hand behind her on the bed. “Come, pet,” she purrs, beckoning you with a red fingernail. “You’re not going to stand there all day, are you?”

You don’t say anything. You cross the space between you and your wife in three steps and launch yourself over into her waiting arms. The scent of her perfume is overwhelming and you breathe it in. You close your eyes and kiss her chin, her laugh lines and finally her lips. She laughs through the kiss and holds your head between her hands. “Well, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“Don’t talk,” you rasp, your voice full of desire.

She smiles. “All right, draga mea. No talking then.” She kisses you deeply and you weave your hands through her locks.

She picks you up and carries you across the room, kissing all the while until you reach the wall. You lean your head on the wall behind you and wrap your legs around her waist. “I’ve needed this, my love,” you whisper against her lips.

Ding dong!

You hear the doorbell resound through the castle. You break the kiss and fix her with a quizzical expression. “Were you expecting anyone?” you ask.

She shakes her head quickly. “No. Could be a solicitor. Could be a vampire hunter coming to put a stake in all our hearts.” Her golden eyes are glazed over with desire. “Right now I couldn’t care less at the moment.” She nuzzles your neck and you sigh. She breaks away and looks at you, an unasked question in her eyes. She’s hungry. You nod your consent and she pulls away your nightgown to bear your neck and shoulders. She pulls you close and bites your neck and feeds on the blood pooling around your neck. You feel her neck working against your chest as she drinks. You take pleasure in every gasp and moan she makes. You feel pleasantly light-headed by the time she pulls away with a satisfied sigh.

Ding dong!

Alcina groans and bares her teeth in anger. “It’s getting too late for this!”

You caress her jaw. “Dear, maybe we should answer it. It could be an emergency.”

She shakes her head impatiently. “It’s probably some snot-nosed kid playing a prank.” She lifts your chin with a finger and gives you a seductive grin. “Don’t focus on it right now, pet. Right now is about you and me.”

“You’re probably right-” She stops the rest of your sentence with a rough kiss, opening your mouth with her tongue. Her hand travels up your leg and her hand making contact against your bare leg gives you a pleasant chill. Her hand rests on your thigh and she pushes you up against the wall again while using her nimble fingers to unhook your garter.

Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong!

Alcina gives a frustrated growl. “Damn it to hell!”

“Darling,” you say gently petting her arm as a signal to set you down. “If it were kids, they’d be bored and have gone home by now. I’m going to check who it is.”

Your wife crosses her arms and gives an adorable pout. “Fine. Do what you want.”

You adjust your nightgown and wipe any leftover blood and lipstick off your neck. As you walk to the door, Alcina gently puts your dressing gown around your shoulders. You catch her hand and give it a kiss. “I’ll be with you shortly. I just need to get dressed.”

You smile at her. “Very well, darling.” As you turn to leave the door, Alcina catches your shoulder and whispers huskily, “And after we get back, we will most certainly get back the lost time that nuisance has stolen from us.”

You blush furiously and kiss her goodbye. As you walk down the stairs, you hear the doorbell ring again. Once, twice, three times. “Yeah yeah, I’m coming. I’m coming.” You grasp the brass handles and with a great effort manage to open the doors wide. You’re jealous of Alcina in moments like these. She could open the doors with such ease that you forget that each door weighed hundreds of pounds.

You are surprised to see Heisenberg holding something wrapped in cloth. You can’t help but smile when you see Heisenberg. Heisenberg and Alcina may be like oil and water, but the two of you liked each other almost instantly. He told you once that “anyone who could put up with that bitch for more than 20 seconds must be a good person. And you have to put up with her for life!”

Heisenberg returns your smile. “Hi, hon.”

“Hi Karl. How about you come in and warm up with a nice cup of tea?” You stand aside to allow him in. “Come on. It’s freezing out there.”

“I appreciate the sentiment, honey, but I really can’t stay long. Is your ball and chain around? This question concerns her too.”

“Heisenberg,” you hear your wife’s drawl. You both look to see her descending the stairs. There is no evidence of your amorous activities as she has on a fresh coat of lipstick, is fully dressed and her hair is pinned perfectly in place under her hat. “To what do I owe this rather unpleasant surprise?”

Heisenberg clenches his teeth. “Believe me, I wouldn’t come here unless it was an emergency.”

“Then what is it?” Alcina asks as she puts her left hand on your shoulder. You reach up to cover it with your own. “Out with it, and be on your way. Some of us would rather be in bed right now.”

Heisenberg notes your kiss-swollen lips and a hickey already starting to form on your neck. “Yes, I suppose some of us rather would.”

Alcina’s eyes flash and she grits her teeth. “Heisenberg, I swear-”

Heisenberg puts up a placating hand while he holds the bundle with his other. “Ok, ok. I’ll cut to the chase then. Sheesh, do you have any sense of humor?” He unwraps the bundle to reveal a mewling French bulldog. It can’t be more than a couple weeks old.

As you place your hand on your heart Heisenberg continues. “I found him outside of his house. Whole damned family was slaughtered. He needs a place to stay. I thought this might be the best place for him.”

You look at your wife with pleading eyes, but she gives a sharp, “No.”

“Darling-”

“No.” She glares at Heisenberg. “Why can’t you take him in? Maybe it would be an opportunity for you to learn some responsibility for once in your cursed existence.”

You see Heisenberg roll his eyes behind his sunglasses. “Yes, and I’d be responsible for him being torn apart by Lycans. I’m not taking him in. It’s not safe for him there.”

You take your wife’s hand in yours. “Darling, please reconsider. We can’t turn the poor thing away. Besides, our daughters would love having a d-”

She immediately puts a hand over your mouth. “Don’t say it,” she warns, looking furtively around the foyer.

“What?” you ask against her hand. “Dog?”

Almost immediately your daughters, Bela, Cassandra and Daniela materialize from their fly shrouds. They zero in on the dog and Cassandra takes him out of Heisenberg’s hands and the other two crowd around her and begin cooing to it, and letting it sniff and lick their fingers.

Alcina covers her face with her hands. “Now you’ve done it, love.”

The girls look up from their ministrations to the dog and as one rush over to your wife, carrying the dog over with them. They begin speaking up all at once. “Mother, please can we keep him?” “Mother, look how cute he is!” “Mother, Cassandra’s been hogging the dog all this time and it’s my turn to hold him!”

“Enough!” Alcina’s voice booms around the foyer. She puts two fingers in the space between her perfectly sculpted eyebrows. She sighs aloud. “God, I need a smoke.” She turns to her daughters and with a long suffering sigh says, “Fine. We’ll keep the little mongrel.”

All three daughters erupt into cheers and you can’t help but smile indulgently at them. Daniela runs over and throws her arms around your neck in jubilation. “Maman, did you hear that? We get to have a dog finally!”

“Yes, dearest, I did hear that.” You drop a kiss on her head and she scampers over to take the dog which Cassandra begrudgingly hands to her.

Heisenberg grins and reaches in his pocket. “I have some food and a water bottle for him,” he says, handing you the aforementioned items. “The Duke should have some more, but that’s all I have right now.”

“Thank you Karl,” you say, reaching over to scratch the dog behind his ears. “We’ll take good care of it, won’t we girls?”

“Yes, Maman!” they all answer in unison.

“I’ll be off then!” Heisenberg turns to leave but not before shouting over his shoulder, “And I think he should fit in pretty nicely around here, especially since the Lady of the House is such a bi-”

In an instant, Alcina has him off the ground and has her claws extended only a few inches from his neck. “Heisenberg, did you want to finish that sentence?” she asks sweetly.

You can’t help but laugh. “Let him down, my love. It’s not worth getting so riled up this late at night”

“Fine,” she says and sets him down not too gently. He brushes himself off and glares at Alcina for the rough landing. She just flashes a smile and you notice that only her middle finger is extended in claw form. You look at your daughters, but they are too busy with the dog to notice the obscene hand gesture.

“All right, this time I’m really off.” he says, turning around and walking towards the castle gates.

“Girls, what do you say?” you prompt.

“Thank you, Uncle Karl!” they chorus. Bela snatches the dog and runs upstairs, vanishing in her bug shroud. The girls run after her, Daniela yelling down the hall, “No fair! I wasn’t finished with him yet!”

Alcina closes the doors and leans against them, sighing. “I just hope this wasn’t a mistake.”

You take her hand and kiss it. “Nothing we can do about it now, my love. Come on, let’s go to bed. It’s getting late.” The two of you hold hands and once you arrive at your shared bedroom, Alcina immediately locks the door, pulls you close and fixes you with a wolfish grin. “Now where were we, draga mea?”

“I thought you said you wanted to smoke first?” You laugh and wrap your arms around her neck.

“Ah, iubirea mea,” she say picking you up again and giving you a sloppy kiss. “Cigarettes always taste better after sex.”

You kiss her as you unbutton her dress and she puts her hand in the same spot on your thigh as before, this time successfully unhooking your garter. You bite her lip playfully and she gives a little growl of pleasure.

The moment is interrupted by a knock on the door and you hear Daniela’s voice, “Mother? Maman? The dog peed all over the carpet in Bela’s room!”

“Only because you led him there!” you hear Bela retort.

Alcina leans her forehead against yours and starts swearing in Romanian. You give her a kiss and pat her hand before you see to your daughters.

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An Arrangement, chapter 8

A/N: This story is making my heart feel full, happy, content and horny. Apparently, I’m not alone in those feelings. Thank you all so much for your comments, they make me feel so happy! Also… This might end up being 15 parts. Whoops.

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Pairing: henry Cavill x reader

Warnings: Language, SMUT (minors DNI), fingering, sexual tension up the whoo-ha

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Chapter 8: Unruly Heart

It was insufferable being so damn close to him. The air was suffocating you, making you draw small, unsteady breaths as someone walked around you, pinning and curling your hair, while Kenny was working on your face. Henry sat close to you, his fist closing and opening over and over, his eyes closed as someone was fixing his hair as well. You couldn’t tell if he was annoyed or simply trying to hold back.

You had barely gotten two minutes alone after Daniella left, before a crew of people had wandered in, grabbed the both of you and started to get you ready for the red carpet. You were still flushed, your skin burning from his touch and you felt uncomfortably hot and bothered and very much with a need for release.

“You’re looking a little stressed, hon.” Kenny said, flicking his brush on your cheekbone. You glanced at him with a smile.

“Just stressed. First red carpet and all.” He nodded knowingly. “That’s gotta be stressful, babes. I promise, you’ll be looking like a freakin’ goddess walking that carpet, I’ll make sure of it!”

“She already looks like one.” Henry said softly. Kenny grinned and raised an eyebrow at you, as your cheeks flushed red.

“Damn, girl.” He snickered. “I’ll just enhance your goddessness, okay?” He sent you an air kiss and asked you to close your eyes. You followed instructions.

It was weird sitting so close to Henry that you could almost feel his body heat. You wanted to say something, anything, but everything seemed to be something said with only the two of you in the room. So you settled with the second best option.

“Does Daniella not like me?” You asked softly. Henry was quiet for a little bit as Kenny brushed eyeshadow gently over your lids.

You heard a sigh.

“No, it’s not you she doesn’t like. It’s the situation.” You hummed in response.

“She had hoped to avoid any type of PR-nightmare with me this year, I suppose.” He chuckled gently. “I suppose she didn’t expect you to walk in the door.” You sighed. Nobody did.

“Yeah, well.. She’s just so…” You fell silent.

“I know, love, but I promise, it’s mostly just the fact that she has to deal with this. She hates when I don’t follow orders.” You chuckled a little. “As I said earlier, I’m quite talented at stupid.” You couldn’t help but laugh at him.

“Alright. I just… I don’t want her to hate me, y’know?” A big hand clasped yours, sending shockwaves through your system.

“She doesn’t. I’ll talk to her, alright love?” You nodded slightly.

“All done, my love! You’re looking freakin’ gorgeous if I do say so myself.” Kenny said, and you opened your eyes to look in the mirror.

You barely recognized yourself.

A sultry, dark and golden eyeshadow filled your eyelids, making your eyes stand out against the dark. Eyelashes framed your eyes way more than you’d ever think you’d see on yourself, and the burgundy lipstick made your lips look fuller. Your hair was pinned in strategic places, framing your face and lifting away from your face a little, gentle curls washing over your shoulders. Golden accents shone through as the lights hit your hair.

“Thank you, Kenny, holy shit!” You said, glancing at the mirror again. She felt foreign, the woman wearing your clothes in the mirror.

“Pish, posh, you’re just a great canvas, babes. Go get dressed, you’re going to look like a fucking treasure!” He said, clapping his hand lightly. You smiled gratefully at him and gave him a quick hug.

“Thank you, really.” He hugged you back. “Anytime, babes. I’ll leave my business card in case you ever need some assistance again, free of charge, okay?” You smiled.

“Thanks. I better go get dressed.” He winked at you and you followed Henry into the bedroom, where your outfits for the night hung on hangers from the door.

As soon as the door closed behind you, Henry was in front of you, his eyes raking your face, seemingly desperate to imprint your face in his corneas.

“You’re beautiful.” He said softly and lowly. You felt your knees buck. His arms were around your waist, keeping you in place, and his fingers danced dangerously close to the hem of your shirt.

“I…” You didn’t know what to say to him. He was so fucking handsome, you could barely form a sentence. His eyes searched yours with a burning fever.

“We need to get dressed or we might never leave this fucking room.” He growled, fingers gripping you tighter. You had to swallow a moan rising in your throat at the feeling of the pads of his fingers against your skin.

“Yeah, we should.” You said, your voice barely above a whisper. He licked his lips, eyes darting to yours.

“If you do that, we definitely won’t leave.” You whispered at him, boldness overtaking you as you let your thumb stroke his bottom lip.

“I will ravish you if you don’t stop.” He growled. Your breath hitched, your chest heaving as silence and anticipation filled the room and air in between you both. You didn’t want to move, this fucking tension between you two was your lifeline, the very air you needed to breathe, and you couldn’t willingly let him go.

He bent down slightly and let his lips touch your forehead gently. “I need to control myself, Y/N, and you’re making that a very impossible task.” He groaned before stepping away slightly.

“Shall I help you with your dress?” You nodded, not trusting your voice. He went to grab the silk, rose gold dress of the hanger, as you stepped out of your clothes, leaving you in a bra and panties. He groaned. “This is entirely unfair. I don’t…” He went to you, still clutching the dress in his hand, but grabbed you tightly around your waist, pulling you in even closer than before. “You’re like the apple in the garden of Eve. I fucking can’t hold back.” He said quietly, his fingertips digging into your skin.

“Then don’t.” You simply said. He dove to your lips, slotting them over yours with such fervour that you couldn’t hold yourself up - your legs buckled and he was holding your weight in his hand, holding you tightly, his body flush with yours. His teeth bared and he caught your bottom lip in between his teeth, causing you to mewl against him. He growled into the kiss, his lips hard and impossibly soft against yours and his tongue darted out, silently begging for permission, and you granted it willingly. Your tongues danced against each other with more and more desperation, his fingers letting the fucking dress go to move to the the waistband of your panties, fingertips waiting for your permissal. You nodded, biting his lip and he was a wild man.

He groaned, grabbing your ass harshly with his left hand as his right hand’s fingers dipped beneath the waistband of your panties, feeling your slick heat.

“All for me, Y/N?” He whispered against your lips with a smile. You found his eyes. He looked almost predatory as he waited for your answer. “For you, only you.” You moaned at him, your eyes fluttered closed as his fingers dipped between your folds and gently ghosted over your throbbing clit. You groaned. “Don’t fucking tease…” You gasped as a finger dipped inside of you, curling upwards and you finally let the last bit of willpower go, as your legs completely gave out under you. He growled, his lips moving to your neck as his finger began pumping in and out of you, dragging deliciously against your walls.

He would forever ruin you for any other man.

He added a finger with a moan as you pulled his hair gently, trying to - somehow, in your muddled state, remembering where you had to be soon - avoid messing it up too much. “Fuck…” His groaned against your neck. You felt the heat, the coil in your abdomen tightening as he moved faster, his fingers gliding easily in and out of you, his thumb on your clit, rubbing circles on it.

“You want to cum, my love?” He whispered. His breath fanned over the wet kisses on your neck, causing goosebumps to rise, and you bucked your hips against him. “Words, baby.” You groaned.

“Yes, please, oh…” You asked. “Again.” His fingers were moving dangerously fast, making you crumble completely. “Please, Henry, I want to…” He hissed at the mention of his name and his fingers sped up, hammering in and out of you.

“Come for me, Y/N. Fuck, you’re so fucking good…” He groaned. Your hips bucked again and by god, you’d follow his directions to hell. You exploded in pleasure, whitehot fire licking your body as he let you ride his fingers through your orgasm.

You reached for his hard cock, but a knock sounded from the door and you both stilled, his fingers still inside of you.

“10 minutes until the car is here!” Someone shouted from behind the door, and you both groaned. He let his forehead rest against yours.

“Later.” He said softly, letting his fingers slide out of you as you hissed, and kissed you softly. You never wanted him to stop. He pulled away, still holding you gently and put his fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean - he was completely going to ruin you.

“Let me help you, love.” He said with a smile, grabbing the discarded dress from the floor as he let go of you, holding the dress out.

“It’s beautiful. I would much prefer you like this, though.” He said, his eyes raking over your body. You sighed, trying to steady yourself as you grabbed the dress.

“You need to get a wipe, you’ve got a little lipstick, babe.” You said with a grin. And indeed, his lips had gotten a burgundy hue. He grinned and wiped his lips with his thumb in a way that should be illegal.

You quickly went to the bathroom, got the dress on, fixed your lipstick and hair a little, glancing in the mirror. Your eyes were glazed over, your lips pouty and you barely recognized yourself. The dress hung from your shoulders, and you quickly walked to Henry, who had already put his suit on, currently straightening his sleeves. He smiled sinfully at you, his eyes darkened.

“Can you zip?” You asked breathlessly, turning your back to him. His fingers danced over your bare skin until he finally, slowly, zipped your dress up. “You look stunning.” He said. You smiled. The dress hugged you, the rose gold colour complimenting your skin perfectly.

“Thank you.” You grabbed the heels next to the bed and slid them on, stood up and drew a deep breath.

“You ready?” You asked him. His lips curled into a smile as he held his hand out, weaving his fingers with yours.

“With you? Always.”

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Henry

She looked terrified as she stared at the crowd outside of the car door, cameras flashing and screaming filling the air around you. She turned to him with wide eyes.

“Is it always like this?” She asked with a breathy voice. He nodded with a soft smile.

“Unfortunately. Don’t worry, it’ll be quick and I’m right next to you all the time, alright, love?” She nodded. “I’ll go out first, go to your side and open the door, and we’ll walk together, okay?” He asked, looking her over. She was shaking a little, but nodded anyway.

He stepped out of the car, flashes almost blinding him and walked quickly to her side of the door, opening it and grabbed her outstretched hand, gently helping her out of the car. She looked like a dream.

The dress fell around her perfectly, like water dripping from her body, the dips in the fabric perfectly enhancing her shape. The colour made her look ethereal.

He wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her hair - he realised, as he pulled away, that it wasn’t for anyone. It came naturally. Like she just fit. She drew a shaky breath and leaned into him a little.

“Let’s go.” She whispered. He smiled and they started walking, stopping in front of the cameras, smiling and staying glued together.

“Henry, is this your girlfriend?” One reporter yelled out. He nodded, a triumphant smile on his lips. He didn’t even care, the consequences of his desires would come later and hurt him, but for now, he’d enjoy the way his heart swelled at the words. She chuckled a little and they walked to the little area of the carpet, where interviews took place. He bent down a little as they walked, whispering in her ear.

“You’re doing great.”

“I’m not really doing anything.” He grinned at her. “You’re doing plenty, believe me.” If he had his way, she’d be writhing underneath him just so he could show just how much she did. To him.

They stopped in front of a female interviewer with a kind smile.

“Henry Cavill!” She said sweetly, grinning at the both of you. “I’m so happy to see you, how are you?” He smiled kindly and held Y/N a little tighter. “I’m great, thank you.”

“So this is…?” She asked with raised eyebrows. He smiled.

“This is my girlfriend, Y/N.” Y/N blushed a little and smiled sweetly at the interviewer.

“Oh, my god, how exciting! Is this your first red carpet?” She asked her, a microphone in her hand. Y/N nodded.

“Yeah, it’s kind of crazy.” He winked at her.

“Indeed, a little loud, huh?” The interviewer asked with a grin. Thank god for kind interviewers. Y/N laughed, the sound lodging straight into Henry’s heart. “Yeah, but that’s what I get for dating a global superstar, I guess.” She nudged him gently and he grinned at her.

“So, Henry, are you excited for the release?” He nodded. “Very much so. We’ve worked hard on this film, and I just hope everybody else will enjoy it as much as we have.” He said.

The rest of the night flew by, a flurry of shaking hands, smiles and cautious greetings -his hand never left the small of Y/N’s back, and she was as gracious as anybody. Sweet, easy to talk to and she charmed just about anyone she met. She didn’t seem starstruck or distracted by the many known faces, but talked kindly to everyone - even Ben was surprised at her casual attitude, and he had grinned at Henry and mouthed A keeper to him.

He knew.

When they finally got out, it was a little past midnight, and Y/N groaned and took her shoes off, closing her eyes in relief.

Henry chuckled. “A long day, huh?” She nodded. “Car’s supposed to be just around the corner.” He said, glancing at the street. She groaned and simply sat down, straight on the ground - he chuckled at her.

“I know this dress is more expensive than my rent, but I physically cannot stand up anymore.” She said, closing her eyes. “How do you do this every time you’ve done a project?” He shrugged, seeing the car round the corner. “I guess I’ve gotten used to it by now. Come on, car’s here.” He said, reaching for her. She grabbed his hand thankfully and they slid into the back seat.

As the drive started, so did the tension he had felt in the hotel room before he lost his control completely. She was breathing shallowly, her teeth worrying her bottom lip. He felt a familiar stirring in his pants and tried desperately to think of anything else, because he couldn’t bury himself in her here, in this fucking car.

“You looked stunning tonight.” He said in a low voice. She smiled gently, cheeks red, and caught his eye.

“Thanks. A lot of work went into it.” She glanced out of the window, her brows furrowing.

“Aren’t we going in the wrong direction from the hotel?” She asked. He nodded.

“Erh, yeah. I thought we’d appreciate going home, just the two of us. Kal is already at the beach house, the sitter dropped him off thirty minutes ago.” She blushed.

“Do you know you do that a lot?” She asked.

“Do what?” He replied, grabbing her hand. She smiled softly.

“Refer to it as if we both live there.” He stilled. “Oh, I’m… I’m sorry.” He said. He hadn’t thought about it, but he felt it. It wasn’t the house, that was a home, it was her.

“It’s fine. I kind of like it.”

Silence fell in between them as the car sped down the road, darkness consuming the world around them as the sun disappeared behind the horizon, just as quickly as he had fallen in love; slowly and then all at once.

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3 Times Virgil Came Out to Others + 1 Time Someone Came Out to Him

I am aware that I am a few hours late, but this is the longest oneshot I've ever written

Day 3: Coming out

Warnings: Food mention, talk of sexual attraction (In regards to asexuality), anxiety, disassociation (brief)

Summary: In which the story gains a plot ft. fluff and hurt/comfort

Word count: 4025

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Virgil hadn’t been this terrified in a long time. He knew that being gay shouldn’t be that big of a deal, in regards to his two gay fathers, but he couldn’t stop the terrifying thoughts from running through their head.

What if they thought he was too young to have figured himself out? They were only fifteen after all. Is he even sure they're gay? And what would they think about the pronouns thing? Vigil had no idea where their dads stood on transgender rights.

They had planned to do it after dinner. That way he could have one last dinner of peace in the unlikely event of something going wrong. It's more likely than you think they’re gonna kick you out, you’re gonna have to live on the streets

Emile had made spinach lasagna that night. Virgil’s favorite. But he could hardly enjoy it due to the nerves stirring in his stomach. Instead, he moved the food around on his plate and attempted to pay attention to the conversation occurring before him.

He believed his dad was telling some dramatic story about some lady that came into the coffee shop. They normally would be completely invested in that sort of thing, but they just couldn’t focus with all the thoughts running around his head.

What is he gonna do if he gets kicked out? They can’t live on the streets. He can barely work a stove. How would he live on his own? Maybe Remus or Janus would take him in? No, they have their own problems. They shouldn’t burden them with his own problems. But how would he-

“Virgil? What do you think?” A voice cut through his spiral.

“Hm- wha-?” Virgil couldn’t recall for the life of them what he was supposed to be responding to. He looked up to see his parents both looking at him concernedly.

“You feeling okay, hon? It's not like you to space out like that,” Emile asked.

Virgil winced. He had to learn to be less obvious to when they were stressed. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little tired.”

They still looked doubtful. “Are you sure?” Remy raised an eyebrow.

Virgil nodded and tried for a small smile. He didn’t think it was successful, however, when his parents exchanged a worried glance. His leg bounced slightly under the table. Why couldn’t they relax?

Emile started to collect the dishes but paused when their eyes landed on Virgil’s still-full plate. He glanced again at their husband, and then their son.

“Maybe you should head to bed early tonight. You hardly touched your food. You might be coming down with something.” Virgil saw Remy stand up as his Papa spoke. He offered them a hand.

“Babes, I think that might be a good idea. You’re looking a bit pale- well, paler than usual with all that foundation you cake on. Don’t think I don’t notice.” Virgil blushed, slightly. His experimentation with makeup had been one of his ways to tone down their glaring masculinity.

In response to the first statement, maybe it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to put this off another day. They weren’t sure they had enough energy or confidence to go through with this. With a little hesitation, they grabbed Remy's hand and hauled himself to their feet.

Emile smiled sadly at their son’s submissiveness. He had to have been really tired with the way his eyes kept wandering. They abandoned the dishes they were holding, grabbed his other hand, and started leading Remy and Virgil upstairs.

Virgil blinked and suddenly he was in their room. They sat between his parents on his bed. Emile had them leaning against their side as Remy rubbed soft circles into his back. His eyes darted around in confusion.

Remy glanced down and let out a sigh of relief. “Welcome back to this plane of existence.”

Emile smacked their husband lightly. “Sorry baby, we didn’t want to leave you alone while you were disassociating.” Virgil’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. They didn’t remember going into an episode.

Remy kissed his forehead and stood up. “We’ll leave you to your peace now. Let us know if you need anything.” Emile began to follow.

Virgil bit their lip. Was he really going to go through all this stress just to chicken out? He took a breath. He was strong. They could do this.

“Wait,” they called out, lightly. “I need to talk to you about something.” His parents halted in their place in the doorway and came back to sit next to them.

“What is it, babe? Did something happen?” Remy grabbed one of his hands.

“No, not exactly,” Virgil said. His breath was starting to stutter.

“Take your time,” Emile said, softly.

Virgil attempted to calm their breathing. It's highly unlikely that this will have a bad outcome, half of his brain rationalized. They are gay themselves, after all.

Yeah, but what about the pronoun thing? The other half argued. You have no idea what they’ll think of it.

Virgil took another deep breath and opened his mouth to speak. They may as well start with the easy one. “I’m… I’m gay.”

Remy placed a hand on his chest and sighed dramatically. “Oh thank god,” he exclaimed. “I’m not sure I could have handled it if I had to raise a straight son.”

Emile smacked him again. Virgil winced slightly at the word ‘son.’ Remy seemed to notice his discomfort and scooted closer. “Of course we love and accept you and everything, but that's all kind of obvious considering, well,” he lifted his hand as wiggled his ring finger, “Is there something else on your mind?”

Virgil nodded, “I, um, want to start using different pronouns. He/they.”

Emile lit up. “Ooh, we can match!”

Virgil’s head shot up. “What?”

Both Emile and Remy looked confused for a second before a horrifying realization dawned on them.

“Did I- never tell you I’m non-binary?” Emile asked, tentativly. They were sure they told Virgil at some point.

Virgil couldn’t help themself. He started to laugh hysterically. After a moment their parents joined in.

“I’m sorry- I just- I’m fifteen years old and you never thought to tell me that vital piece of information?” Virgil wiped tears from his eyes as he continued to giggle.

Emile was bright red. “Trust me, I’m mortified.”

Remy groaned. “That makes two of us.”

Virgil snorted. “I was so worried about how’d you react and this whole time you’re the same thing.”

“Oh honey,” Emile exclaimed. “You should never be worried about telling us something. We support you no matter what.”

“Of course,” Remy added. “What kind of hypocrites would we be if we said otherwise?”

Virgil pulled them both into a hug. “You’re the best parents anyone could ask for.”

2.

Sanders High School had an interesting dynamic. There were two main groups that everyone at school was invested majorly in. Most, if not all, of the gossip in school was directed at them. They were envied. They were hated. They were idolized. They were the closest thing Sanders High ever had to celebrities. The Dark Sides and The Light Sides.

Everyone that saw them would assume they were the rivals. Bickering and prank wars were constant. Classroom debates between members could last hours if not moderated. Each group consisted of three members.

First up is Roman Prince, the flamboyant jock and theater nerd. He was the first kid at school to break through harmful gender stereotypes. Before he came to school, any boy that joined theater was seen as weak and nerdy. Roman was the first openly gay kid on the football team- as quarterback no less- and the first jock to join the drama program. He was unapologetically himself in everything he did. He often came to school in skirts and dresses and there was rarely a day he could be seen without his signature red lipstick. Despite his smashing of stereotypes, Roman is the only cis kid in both the light and dark sides (not that everyone is out to the school like he is, or even to each other). He has the most social media followers out of anyone in the school, and was the one to first publicize the two groups. Roman is a proud member of The Light Sides.

Next is Patton Hart, the bubbly, adorable student council president. Everybody loved Patton and they loved everybody. Patton is one of the kindest kids in the school. He’s always willing to drop everything to help somebody or cheer someone up. They met Roman when they were young and they’ve been inseparable ever since. Some might say they’re dating, but a select few know otherwise.

Last in The Light Sides is Logan Berry. Logan is objectively the smartest kid in school. He is rumored to be taking all AP classes. How that’s possible, no one knows. Everyone knows that Logan will be Valedictorian at the end of the year. There’s no other logical choice. Somehow, even with all that, they also manage to be co-captain of the debate club. Patton and Roman somehow managed to rope them into their small group sometime during elementary school. Again, how that’s possible, no one knows. Logan is extremely stone-faced to people they're not close with. Some think he might be a robot with how emotionless he is most of the time. Those people, however, have never seen him with a jar of Crofters. (But if they knew their secret, everyone would think so).

Over in the dark sides, we have Janus Lies. Genderfluid icon. Their coming out started a revolution of sorts at Sanders High. So many kids came out as non-binary or genderfluid or something in between, the school ended up getting rid of gendered bathrooms entirely. A new genderfluid locker room was built in the PE building and the academic teachers revised their gendered way of teaching. But, back to Janus. They were the most sarcastic person you’d ever meet. So much so, it became difficult for people to tell if they were telling the truth. Their trademark hat and gloves stayed on no matter what the occasion. They also co-captained the debate club with Logan. They grouped together with Remus and Virgil before anyone could remember, including the three dark sides.

Remus Prince, twin of Roman Prince, is the extremely crude drama student and class clown. They are known for their dark sense of humor and sexual disruptions of class. The teachers have learned to just ignore them, as countless trips to detention were fruitless in correcting their behavior. Although they privately came out before Janus, they were more private socially when it came to their gender. Until that is, Janus came out and was accepted. After that, Remus showed no limits in expressing themself.

Lastly, there is Virgil Picani, the emo nightmare themself. He is in almost every club at school, including but not limited to drama, debate, GSA, writing, and volunteering. His sarcastic personality is no stranger to anybody, although it is much more subdued than Janus’s. Virgil came out to Janus and Remus before he had even fully figured himself out yet. He had not, however, come out to any of the light sides as gay or genderqueer.

And that brings us to today. As mentioned earlier, anyone that saw the two groups would assume they had a strong rivalry. But that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

The reality is, although they did start out as rivals, the six of them have a strong friendship. They keep up the facade of competitors for sake of reputation (and a little fun never hurt anybody). Once Roman and Remus had gotten over their sibling rivalry, the six of them had discovered that they shared many of the same interests. They started hanging out after school and now it is rare to see one of the group without another.

Virgil knows that he has nothing to worry about. Roman is gay, and both Patton and Logan already use he/they pronouns. They accepted Janus and Remus without question. It won’t be any different for him. All they actually had to do was tell them.

But here lies the issue. Virgil thought they had already. It wasn’t until the first day of pride month that he realized their mistake.

They decided to make pronoun pins for all the kids in GSA. So, naturally, he made one for himself as well. They weren't publicly out yet, but it was perfectly okay for them to wear them inside the safety that was the gay-straight alliance.

Virgil was struggling to attach his pin to their shirt when Janus came over to help. Virgil noted the blue bracelet. Janus looked surprised as he read the contents of the pin.

“You told them?” He asked, incredulously. “I thought you would tell me when you finally did it.”

Virgil was confused. “What do you mean? I came out to them… shoot.”

Janus snorted. “You totally don’t need to tell them. This isn’t getting out of hand at all.”

Virgil blushed red. “I honestly thought I did! I’ll do it now, okay?”

They didn’t wait for a response before marching over to Roman, Logan, and Patton and dragging them outside of the classroom. He ignored the curious looks of their classmates, most likely wondering what they were fighting about this time.

They closed the door behind them and looked around quickly, making sure there was no one else around. He turned back to the group that was looking at him, slightly concerned.

Virgil rolled their eyes at their expressions. “Oh calm down, I just forgot to tell you something, is all.”

Logan cleared their throat and straightened up. “And that is?”

“I genderqueer, he/they, and gay.”

“Yay!” Patton exclaimed and pulled him into a hug. “I’m proud of you for being yourself.”

Patton pulled back and Virgil caught the expressions of the other two. Logan was looking at him with a delighted expression on their face. “I had my suspicions.”

Roman furrowed his brows. “So did I, but I must ask, why wait so long to tell us? Surely you knew that we would accept you wholeheartedly.”

Virgil snorted. “I actually did the same thing my Papa did with me. I thought I told you all ages ago.” They all laughed at that.

“We should probably get back,” Logan remarked, “Thank you for trusting us enough to tell us this.”

3.

Virgil felt nervous, but not extremely so.

He knew nothing would go wrong. So many kids had come out in the past year at Sanders High, the school had made pronoun pins mandatory to avoid misgendering. All they had to do was wear the new pin he had grabbed from the office the day before. He also planned to wear a rainbow shirt to identify themself as the flaming homosexual he is.

The only real thing they were worried about would be the gossip surrounding them for the next week or so. Someone coming out is hardly a rare occurrence, but they were one of the most popular kids in school. He was certain that there were at least a few bets going around school on whether they were queer or not. To be fair, he was the only member of the Light and Dark sides to never confirm any rumors about gender or sexuality. And it's not as if he’s really hid anything. He’s just never confirmed.

But they’re ready to change that. They pull on their rainbow shirt, do their makeup slightly more dramatic than usual, and debate for a moment over the plaid purple skirt his dads had gotten him a few years ago. It matched his usual hoodie perfectly, but he had yet to wear it outside the house. There was no reason not to wear it. Why not spend his first day publicly out AGAP (as gay as possible)?

They arrive at school with an air of confidence around them that he hadn’t felt in a while. As he walked through the hallways, he saw a few looks of disappointment, but most were of excitement and joy. They caught a few thumbs up and cheers in the crowd as well.

He found the other two members of the Dark Sides standing at Virgil’s locker, both wearing identical looks of pride as they stared at him. They walked directly up to the pair, smirking slightly. Once he was within earshot, Remus grasped their head with one hand and Janus’s shoulder, striking a dramatic pose.

“Do you see that Jan Jan? Our little slime monster is all grown up!” Virgil rolled their eyes at their best friend’s antics. Janus lifted their wrist to show off her pink band. Despite the new rule about pronoun pins, Janus still kept her bracelet system in place. She claimed it to be simpler and more efficient.

She slung her arm around Virgil’s shoulders. She leaned in and said in a low voice, “I really am proud of you.”

Remus jumped on his back. “That makes two of us!”

+1

Virgil had always enjoyed Logan’s company. They were the only person out of the group of six that allowed him some peace.

He could also be a captivating conversation partner. Listening to Logan ramble on about whatever he was currently studying was one of Virgil's favorite pastimes. The way his eyes lit up when you asked him about something they were interested in was adorable. And his voice would take on this gorgeous tone to it that Virgil knows not many people get to hear.

Their weekly study session was the thing that Virgil looked forward to the most. Every Thursday, they get to spend hours in a room with the most beautiful person he knows. They love the way Logan will straighten his tie or fix his hair even when they’re both immaculate. He loves the way they slowly and patiently explain the answer to something Virgil gets wrong, never criticizing them or getting frustrated.

Virgil may have developed an itty bitty crush on them over the years.

Not that they will ever tell him. They don’t even know where he stands on sexuality. He has only been open about their gender. And he doesn’t want to complicate their relationship for the sake of some silly crush.

The two of them sat in Virgil’s room doing homework. Logan sat on their bed, while Virgil had opted for the floor. They had hardly spoken a word to each other in the past few hours (a normal occurrence for their weekly get-togethers), but Virgil could tell something was bothering Logan. They’d been fidgeting for the past hour or so, and had seemed tense and nervous all day.

Virgil placed their bookmark into his book and groaned loudly. “If I have to read one more word of this, I think my eyes might literally start bleeding.”

Logan also marked their page before looking up. “That is highly unlikely. The amount of force that would cause one's eyeballs to ‘literally’ start bleeding is far more than would be caused by eye strain. Additionally, subconjunctival hemorrhage has not been linked to overuse and is instead usually caused by some sort of trauma to the eye. So unless you are planning to hit yourself in the face with the book, it will not cause your eyes to hemorrhage.”

Virgil huffed a laugh, internally cooing at how adorable they are when explaining something. “I guess you’re right. I can’t read anymore though.”

Logan cleaning their glasses on the edge of his shirt. “I agree with that statement.”

Virgil looked at him closely. Cleaning their glasses is a sort of nervous tick for him. And they had done it multiple times in the last hour. “Okay, what's going on? You’ve been nervous and weird all afternoon.”

Logan cleared his throat. “Nothing of importance.”

“So there is something!” Virgil exclaimed.

They blanched. “No, of course not. What would be wrong at the moment?”

Virgil gave them a look. “I never said that there was something wrong.”

Logan stood up quickly and started gathering his materials. “Well, it’s getting late. I must head home now in order to be at dinner at an adequate time.”

Virgil grabbed their arm. “Wait, Logan, there’s still hours until you need to leave. If you really don’t want to talk about whatever’s bothering you, we don’t have to. But if you do, I’m here and ready to listen.”

Logan shot them a grateful look. “I truly appreciate that Virgil. I will keep your offer in mind.”

They resumed their study positions and all was silent for a few minutes. Virgil couldn’t keep their mind off of Logan. He hoped that whatever was troubling him could be resolved easily. He didn’t want him to be distressed.

Eventually, Logan stiffly placed his books beside him and turned to their study partner. At the shift in movement, Virgil also put away their materials and prepared to listen, moving to sit next to them on their bed.

“I would like you to not speak until I am done speaking if that is acceptable for you.” Virgil immediately agreed. They would never interrupt him when they were having such a serious conversation.

“My sincerest gratitude. I-” Logan paused. They took a stuttering breath. Virgil reached out and took his hand, attempting to provide some form of comfort.

“I am not a robot. I know that there are some that may think otherwise. Aside from the vast technological inaccuracies in that statement, contrary to popular belief, I do have emotions. I do experience love. Just not in the same way as others do. From a young age, I have known that I have felt no sexual attraction. The idea of sex repulsed me far more than I can explain, even past the age of maturity. I have no desire to love anybody in that way. And I never will.

“I was under the impression that the same went for romantic attraction. I had never felt any sort of romantic feelings for a female. But recent… variables have shown me otherwise. I do not feel any romantic attraction for people of the female gender or sex. I do, however, experience attraction to people of the same gender. These people fall under the male and non-binary spectrum. In conclusion, I am asexual and homoromantic. I am finished, you may speak now.”

Virgil was delighted by the news. They had just confirmed that his crush could possibly be attracted to him. They didn’t care about the asexual part. It changed none of his feelings towards the academic prodigy.

They made the mistake of staying silent for a moment too long. That became evident when he looked at Logan’s face. Any positive feelings he had melted into concern.

“Oh, Lo,” they said softly, “You’re crying.” He brought his hand to Logan’s cheek and wiped away the silent tears that had trickled down with their thumb.

Logan's voice wobbled as they spoke. “My apologies.”

“No,” Virgil cooed, “you have nothing to apologize for. You’ve done nothing wrong. You’re accepting yourself and I am so proud of you for that.”

That seemed to be all it would take for their dam to break. Soft sobs escaped his mouth and he brought up a hand to try to muffle them.

Virgil made a sympathetic noise and wrapped them up in their arms. He cupped the back of Logan’s neck with one hand and used the other to rub soothing circles into his back. Logan gripped their hoodie tightly as they cried into their shoulder.

Virgil whispered quiet words of encouragement to him. Eventually, Logan seemed to finally be calming down. His tears dwindled into quiet sniffles and they sagged into his chest. The emotional exhaustion of the day in addition to the exergy expelled by crying made him unbelievably tired.

Virgil shifted the two so they were lying down on his bed, Logan cuddled against their chest. They could feel his breaths evening out rapidly.

Virgil pressed a small kiss into his forehead, wishing more than anything that they could do it when Logan could remember.

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[phoebe-delia]

Song number 79, please and thank you!

I'm really looking forward to reading all your stories because Taylor Swift is the best, as are song prompts!

Hey nonnie!! Thanks so much. Your song is "New Romantics" by Taylor Swift, of course. For this fic I have chosen to continue my little series called Androgynous, which features Draco, who generally uses he/him pronouns but has a nonbinary drag persona, named Tarasque, who uses they/them pronouns. Draco has a found family consisting of Pansy, Blaise, and a few drag queens (Claire, Cori and Silver), and they're all very close. Of course, he also has Harry, who is supportive and wonderful.

This will be a prequel, so Harry and Draco aren't together yet. This story--this series--is a love letter to the people who love us, support us and help us become who we are: our family. No matter where your family comes from or what it looks like, it isn't defined by blood, but by the ties you knot between you.

This series is, as always, dedicated to my own found family @moonstruckwytch @starlitsilvereyes and @apr1cots. Love you guys. <3

CW: homophobia

Generations ago, in ancient Galatia, there was born a dragon. Bred from Onachus and Leviathan, the creature lurked in treacherous waters, waiting for the right moment to leap out and strike, claiming men to feed its insatiable stomach. With sword-sharp teeth, poisonous breath, and a constellation of spikes across its back, this fearsome beast was the fright of man and the envy of demons.

They call it Tarasque.

Draco wiped the tears that spilled down his cheeks, his suitcase levitating behind him. The angry snarls from his father still rang in his ears, cruel and sharp.

"I'll not have a disgraceful poof for a son." Lucius hadn't looked at Draco when he spoke, the distinguished, aristocratic features facing the ancient walls of the Manor. "You have five minutes to collect your possessions and then you will leave this house."

So there Draco was, trudging through Knockturn Alley and avoiding the curious stares of those passing by him. It was getting dark, the western sun setting in the distance. He shivered against the biting, frigid air. He felt a rush of gratitude toward Pansy for letting him stay in her flat while he got back on his feet. He knew his mother, who'd come to her senses and left his father for a townhouse in France, would gladly take him in, but he knew if he left London he'd never gather the strength to return.

As he walked, he saw a neon sign out of the corner of his eye. "Deliquesce" shone in bright letters like a beacon in the darkening alleyway, beckoning Draco inside.

He sighed. He deserved a firewhiskey to calm his nerves.

He ended the levitation charm on his trunk and then shrunk it to fit into his pocket. He then walked along the cobblestone street and entered the bar.

A man wearing a tight red t-shirt and leather trousers looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.

"ID?"

Draco sputtered, searching his pockets until he found his identification card and handed it to the man for his scrutiny. The man pursed his lips as he looked over the card and then handed it to Draco with a grunt and a nod. Draco took that as permission and walked the rest of the way in.

The bar was dimly lit. A few tables surrounded a small dance floor and a stage. It was relatively quiet since the night was still young, but a few people were sitting and talking in hushed conversations. One person danced by himself to the upbeat song, uncaring of the world around him as he undulated his hips to the music.

Draco stood, stunned, until he felt someone bump his shoulder.

"Hey! Watch it--wait, you okay, hon?" Someone with long purple hair and a kind, open face looked at Draco in concern.

"I'm fine," Draco's voice was rough from crying, and he was sure his tear-stained cheeks and red eyes undermined his attempt at nonchalance.

The person's worried frown deepened. "Aren't you that Draco Malfoy kid?"

Draco flushed and turned away. "Not anymore," he croaked.

The person shook their head. "You're not who they wanted you to be, are you?"

Draco let out a shuddering breath. "No," he said, his voice tight. "I'm not who he wants me to be. I'm not his son."

Suddenly, he felt a warm hand gently take his own. "Come with me, kid, I think I can help."

They lead Draco into a back room. A row of mirrors and chairs lined the wall, as people chattered and sipped cocktails and ran around with wigs, half-done makeup, clothes, and heels. Draco blinked, stunned.

"What is this place?"

His guide smiled. "This is the dressing room. Not many people get a backstage pass like this but--well--you seem like you need some help."

Draco nodded dumbly and let himself be led to the person's station as a thought struck him.

"What's your name? Er, what do I call you?" He flushed at his own lack of manners.

The person smiled as they sat in their chair, patting the one next to them for Draco to sit. "My drag name is Nex Doughty, but my friends call me Cori."

Sitting down slowly, Draco nodded. "And um, I don't mean to be rude, but are you a man or a woman?"

The person chuckled a little. "Neither. I'm nonbinary. I use they/them pronouns."

"What does that mean?"

Cori shook their head with a small, amused smile. "I'll send you a few websites. For now, just use my pronouns right and we'll be fine."

Draco nodded dumbly. "O-okay."

"Don't be nervous, kid, you'll be fine. We're a family," they gestured to the other people in the room.

Draco's eyes widened. "This--this is your family?"

Cori laughed. "We're not related, but yes, they're all my family."

"But--aren't they your friends then?"

"Don't you have friends you'd consider to be your family? That you might even like better than your blood relatives?"

Draco let the thought linger for a moment. He considered Pansy and Blaise the siblings he never had, and it wasn't as if his Father had really raised him.

After a moment, he nodded. "Yeah, I do."

Cori smiled. "Then there you are." They leaned back in their chair and looked past Draco. "Silver! Claire! C'mere, I wanna introduce you to someone."

Two people came up to them, both with friendly smiles and expectant looks at Cori.

"Draco, this is Silver and Claire. Guys, this is Draco."

"Hi Draco, I'm Silver." said someone with red lipstick and short black hair cut in a bob that reminded him of Pansy.

The other person, who had short blonde hair and blue eyes smiled at him. "Good to meet you, I'm Claire."

Draco nodded. "Likewise. And are you no--nonbinary too?"

Silver smiled. "Cori's been a good teacher, I see. And I use any pronouns. Claire uses she/her."

"So--are you...what is this place?"

Cori smiled. "This is a drag bar. We're drag queens."

Draco's eyes widened in understanding. He'd only heard his father grumble about drag queens when he'd had to go to Knockturn on business ventures, and he'd been taught that they were "freaks."

With a pang, he remembered that, to his father, he was a freak too.

"Draco? Everything alright?"

He shook himself and looked back at Cori, whose face was set in concern again.

"I'm fine. Just..." he trailed off, taking in the sight of the three queens in front of him with more clarity. "Gods, you three are gorgeous," he breathed.

They all chucked. "Thank you, dear," Cori gave him a knowing look before tilting their head in thought. "You know," they said with pursed lips. "You'd look just darling in drag."

Draco raised his eyebrows. "Really?"

Silver nodded. "Totally. You have the bone structure for it."

"I can definitely see it," Claire added with a smile.

Excitement bubbled up in Draco's chest. "Er, do you think you could help me?"

Cori looked at the other two queens, who grinned and nodded in agreement. Then they turned to Draco and gave him a soft smile. "Sure thing kid. Stick around after the show and we'll try it out."

Draco watched as the queens performed one by one over the course of the night, his leg bouncing in anticipation. He was mesmerized as they captured the crowd's attention, dancing and lipsynching to the songs with practiced ease.

When the show ended, Draco and Cori sat at their mirror while Cori applied powders and liquids he'd looked at with curiosity on his mother's vanity. While Cori didn't let him look in the mirror until they were finished, he loved the sensation of the brush against his skin and felt himself transform into something new, yet familiar. As if something had been living dormant in his skin, just waiting to be revealed.

Finally, Cori looked at him with a satisfied smile. "There. Are you ready?"

Draco nodded, no trusting himself to speak.

Cori nodded and turned him around in the chair toward the mirror. Draco gasped.

He hardly recognized himself. His gray eyes were enhanced by thick eyelashes and his face looked thinner, more feminine. A dark wig framed his face and brushed his shoulders. The red lipstick was bright and striking with his features. It felt like meeting a different part of himself he'd never known could exist.

Draco started to understand what Cori meant, earlier. The connection to masculinity had faded with the makeup and wig, and yet he didn't quite feel female, either.

Draco felt fierce, strong. They felt invincible.

Draco recalled Narcissa reading him bedtime stories of dashing knights and magical creatures, but his favorite had been of a powerful dragon that had defended against attackers with sharp teeth and poisonous breath. Saint Martha calmed the beast into submission, and then villagers had stoned the dragon to death.

He'd lie in bed after she'd gone, wondering if perhaps the dragon had reasons to attack. Maybe the villagers meant to kill it. Maybe it wanted to be left alone. Or maybe that's all it knew.

When Lucius had kicked Draco out, he'd felt helpless and terrified of his own shadow, much like he had during the war. Now, the fear still lingered in the back of his mind, but Draco knew there was more to the world than he'd once known.

And maybe Draco could learn to be fierce, too.

Suddenly, Cori put calming hands on Draco's shoulders. "So, what do you think?"

"I love it," Draco said breathily. "Thank you."

"Anytime," Cori said with a smile. "I can teach you how to do this yourself if you want."

Draco nodded quickly. "I'd like that, please, thank you."

"Well, you'll have to think of a name for your drag persona. Of course, you can use your real name if you want, some people do that."

"I've got a name."

"Oh? What is it?"

Draco looked in the mirror, gray eyes sharp with a newly ignited fire.

"Tarasque," Draco said, not glancing away. "Call me Tarasque."

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[abreathofthewild]

a touch of magic

Prompt: This TikTok

Tagline: Sometimes all you need in life is a touch of magic.

Summary: A Halloween in the life of Thor and Reader and their family.

Warnings: this fluff will rot your teeth.

Wordcount: 1664

Notes: I am so excited to be posting this! I was inspired by the above-mentioned TikTok and after deliberating which character I wanted to write this for, Thor felt like the most appropriate choice. This piece is self-indulgent fluff, friends. I hope y'all enjoy and that you get to have a safe and fun Halloween! ALSO: IMAGE IS NOT MINE I FOUND IT WITH NO EXTERNAL LINK ON PINTEREST.

It’s Halloween. You had chosen something simple for your costume: a long black dress with gauzy black sleeves that puffed a little at the shoulders and were cuffed at the wrist. A black witch’s hat with a large swooping brim sat smartly on your head. Typically, you went all out but this year you really wanted your kids’ costumes to shine. It had taken you six months in between the creative writing courses you taught to sew Darcy’s Belle gown and half of that time to put together Cole’s knight armor. You could hear them clambering down the stairs now shrieking with laughter.

“Mm, I love that dress on you,” a deep voice said behind you. You applied your red lipstick as the final touch, smirking at Thor’s reflection in the mirror. His massive frame took up the doorway as he leaned against it, giving you an affectionately approving once-over. You turned and sauntered over to him, taking in the picture of your husband standing there. Even after all this time, there were moments where his words still made you shiver. He matched your movements, stepping further into the room and into your space as your arms wrapped around his neck.

“Do you, now?” You stood on your tiptoes to place a gentle kiss on his cheek. “Maybe that’s why I wore it.” Another kiss on his lips. He leaned into you, smiling as he returned the kiss. “You don’t look so bad yourself, my wolfman.” It seemed only natural with his tousled golden hair and beard that he would recycle one of his favorite costumes and step out in the neighborhood as a werewolf. He wore a red and black flannel over a white shirt that he had cut in three spots with long slashes. His jeans were purposefully torn in a couple of places and instead of applying any product to his hair he had ruffled it and left it a bit unkempt. The best part in your opinion, however, was the fangs. “Love when you wear those,” you murmured, running your tongue along the fake teeth.

It didn’t take long for him to move you until the backs of your knees hit your bed. “Wish we didn’t have to go anywhere tonight,” he whispered, giving you a soft nip at the neck. A small gasp escaped your mouth as your gripped at him tighter. “Maybe we could get a babysitter,” he said as he kissed from your neck down the v of your dress. You could feel the familiar heat creep along your cheeks and flutter in your belly.

“Mommy! Daddy! Cole pushed me!” Darcy was exclaiming her frustration at the bottom of the stairs. Even from here, you could hear her stamping her little feet.

“Did not!” Cole chimed in with the vehemence characteristic of a seven-year-old trying to not get into trouble for bullying his six-year-old sister. You let out an exasperated laugh as Thor groaned, dropping his head to your shoulder. You sidled under his arm and grabbed his hand, dragging him along.

“It sounds very tempting hon’ but you know how much the kids have been looking forward to this year. Plus, they’d miss us. Plus,” you whispered as you pulled him in to rub the red smudges from his cheek and lips “I already got us a babysitter for tomorrow night.” You let go of his hand and gave one glance behind you, trying not to let your feet falter at the look in his eyes. He followed close behind.

The scene downstairs wasn’t so great as the one you had just left. Darcy had started crying and Cole looked a little like he had been caught doing something wrong. You went to her but she shook her head saying in between tears “I want Daddy.” You motioned to her as Thor came down the stairs.

“Of course. He’s right there. I’ll talk to Cole for you instead, okay darlin’?” She nodded, her eyes puffy and red. Her bottom lip stuck out and was still quivering when Thor knelt in front of her, wiping the tears from her cheeks and adjusting the laces on her dress sleeves. Even upset she was the prettiest little girl you had ever seen (you were biased), especially with the soft yellow of the ballgown she wore. Cole on the other hand looked quite miserable, his armor sticking out at odd angles because his arms were crossed. You took his hand and walked him a few feet away into the living room and sat on the couch so you were at eye level. “Cole, did you push your sister?” He didn’t quite look you in the eye.

“Yes,” he mumbled. You pursed your lips and gave him a disappointed glance, waiting for him to continue. “She told me my costume was stupid,” he finished quietly. You put your index finger under his chin and gently turned his face so he was looking at you.

“Do you like your costume?” He nodded, tears forming in his crystal blue eyes. So like his father. “Well, then that’s all that matters. I know your sister hurt your feelings but that was no reason to push her. She’s allowed to not like your costume but she definitely needs to use better words. Can you think what you could have done differently?” A begrudging and wavery sigh escaped the little boy in front of you.

“I could have used my words too. I could have told her that hurt my feelings.” You gave him a beaming smile.

“Exactly. Next time, let’s work on using your words, okay? And if you need help, you can always ask Daddy or me. Now, I’m going to wave the magic wand and when I do, I want you to try really hard not to smile. You can’t smile, all right?” You tried to hide your own as you already saw the hints of one teasing at the corner of his mouth. It was an old trick your mother had used on you whenever you were unreasonably cross as a child or needed cheering up. She would tell you not to smile as she waved “the magic wand” which was really just her hand. Of course, the act of telling you not to smile alone would bring one immediately to your face. Sure enough, as you did the same to your little boy, a grin had sprung from ear to ear across his features. “There’s my beautiful boy. I need you to do one last thing for me. Can you apologize to Darcy? We want to have so much fun tonight!”

Cole bounded away with such enthusiasm you would have never known he had quarreled with his sister moments before. You followed behind him, grabbing your coat and his from the hooks by the front door. He was already standing in front of his sister and as Thor stood, he wrapped her up as best he could in his clanky armored arms.

“I’m sorry I pushed you, Darcy.” You watched with a knowing smile as she hugged her brother back. Her little voice piped up as you caught Thor’s eye, guessing he had had a similar talk with your daughter.

“I’m sorry I called your costume stupid.” He looked at you as the siblings slipped on their shoes, now chattering happily about the candy they were going to collect. You handed Cole his jacket to put on and stepped back as Thor wrapped an arm around your waist. You glanced up at him, once again taken aback by how blue his eyes were. The small crinkles of the skin there looked a little more pronounced but you knew it was from smiles and laughter. His hair had started silvering just a little around the sides, no longer the burnished gold of his youth. You brought his hand from your waist to your shoulder, kissing it tenderly. Even his hands now held some looks of a man who was still young but had worked long and hard.

He turned you towards him and you couldn’t help but allow yourself to drown in his gaze. It was tender and after all these years still full of promise. You felt something trip across the connection you shared. A hand to his heart told you it still beat for you, still thundered under your fingertips. The flame that had once burned bright hot when you first met had now turned to a steady glowing ember. One that would last a very long time.

“What?” He questioned you with a lazy grin. You just shook your head in a bit of disbelief.

“I’m just very, very happy,” you whispered. “I can’t believe you, all this, is mine to keep as long as I live.” He looked at you for a moment, stunned into silence. You could see the gears turning in his head as he thought of words to answer you, instead settling on leaning in for yet another kiss.

“As long as we live, I’m yours and you are mine.” Nothing else mattered. It was you and him and the kids. Your family. Your family. To love and cherish and nurture. He stepped back and boomed “Who wants to go trick-or-treating?” The rumbling of their father’s voice brought Cole and Darcy to ecstatic attention as they bounced in their places by the front door. They both yelled “Me! Me!” as Thor opened the front door letting them run past its threshold and ushering you next to him as he locked it. “As long as we live,” he repeated and you nodded, grabbing his hand as you turned onto the sidewalk.

Leaves danced across the pavement in flaming reds and oranges and yellow. The kids trotted on ahead, screaming in delight as they caught up with neighborhood friends. The air smelled like cinnamon and promises. Promises that the two of you would always keep. And you were safe. And you were happy. And you were alive.

#thor #thor x reader #thor x reader and ocs #dad!thor #i feel like thor def made the most sense #because of how adorable he always looks with the kids #inthorantine writes #halloween