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scorchieart · 1 year

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AAAAAAHHHHH I'm so excited! I love the prompts so much!! I hope these aren't taken but can you do Yves & Chevalier/ prompt 1 / angst / 1st pov Yves? A story where Yves has to stand up to Chevalier but he's so scared, but he does it anyway. I'm typing this so fast in case it's gone. Thank you writer!!!💕💕

Characters: Yves Kloss & Chevalier Michel

POV: 1st person (Yves) Genre: Angst

Prompt #1: "What are you waiting for?" "That, I cannot say."

Wordcount: 1047

A/N: This was my reaction when I read the request: 🤩😲😢 Yes, I am aware I went over my own imposed wordcount limit, but shhhhhh....Angst and adventure tied in the poll, so strap your boots for next time!

He will arrive at twilight — the man whose reputation preceded him, yet I only understand fragments. The man who held his quarry captive with silken threads bound by mystique and promises. The man whose name alone evoked despair. Like a pestilence. Like a curse. Like me.

I run my thumbs across the braided handle of the basket in my lap to keep my hands occupied, but my tapping heel ruins all hope of maintaining covertness. The sound ricochets off the crumbling soot-stained walls like crows accosting one another, and though it’s slowly driving me insane, I don’t stop. At the very least, I feel a little less alone.

Aside from my horse, I truly am alone here. I arrived mid-afternoon to scope out the place, though I was ill-prepared for the actual size. The way Clavis described it, the castle ruins were a broken shell of supposed former glory. A motley of derelict pillars and archways encircling rotting rooms picked clean of treasures and life. Yet I could still spot its majestic ramparts on my approach, saluting me as the dying sun pressed me forward.

Clavis said we would meet in the throne room, and even though I could tell where it was the moment I stepped inside, the first room to the right, I saved it for last. I wanted to make sure we would not be interrupted, yes, but more so I was curious to learn of a people who coexisted on a land undivided by borders. My search yielded naught; those bandits left no decrepit corner unsullied.

Sunset blares deceptive crimson through the glassless windows as I wrap my riding cloak more tightly around myself. We are not yet in the thralls of winter. Could I even survive in the land beyond the ruins? I hear my horse whinnying sadly, and I open my basket, produce the sack of sugar cubes, and cross to the exit, still swaddling the cloak around my body. A fresh set of apologies wets my freezing lips as I round the corner to the castle entrance, but both the “sorry”s and my legs stop short when two horses come into view over the threshold.

I release the cloak and reach for my saber, but I already know it’s too late. The twisted solace I find in the moment is the icy tip on my nape is familiar.

“What are you waiting for?” Chevalier’s voice and his sword release a new chill down my spine that paralyzes me so firmly the sugar sack slips out my grasp.

“Th-that… I cannot say,” I whisper, my racing heart doing nothing to bring back my senses. I can’t turn to face him, but it doesn’t take a genius to tell he’s not pleased.

“You cannot by choice or coercion?” he growls, pushing the sword harder against my neck, but I know he hasn’t broken skin; I would have felt the warmth of blood.

“Did Clavis tell you?” I ask. Somehow, the thought of Clavis watching, turncoat smirk and all, brings me a sickening sense of comfort. It would mean I’m not alone with Chevalier.

“He didn’t need to,” says Chevalier, maintaining the same pressure on my neck. “You are more aloof than usual, barely speaking at mealtimes and retiring earlier in the evenings. Not a single tea party was held this past week, and you were almost always absent from the kitchens. Sure enough, your horse was missing in the morning.”

I swallow my breath, and it lands in my stomach like a hunk of lead. “You have been watching me?”

“Don’t act so surprised. The movements of every person entering and exiting the palace are under my purview. Especially those who wish not to be seen. Ah —” He lowers his sword, but I am no less tense as he passes me into the throne room. He reappears with the basket, inspecting the contents like he’s just got his hands on a limited edition book series.

“A worthy effort. Though poisons will not suffice on him,” he says, holding a gingersnap biscuit to the horizon.

“They’re not poisoned!” I blurt out, swiping the basket and hugging it to my chest. “You can eat that one to check.”

“Then you do not deny they are meant for someone else?” he says, tossing the cookie at me. I take my time catching and replacing it in the basket to avert my eyes.

“I will not contradict you, Prince Chevalier,” I say, pretending to rearrange fudge squares, “but this is a matter beyond your purview. Kindly leave.”

“You are aware you speak with the leader of Rhodolite’s foreign affairs faction while standing on the border with our greatest adversary?” His voice is level and without malice, yet my toes still curl reflexively.

“Yes,” I say.

“Then I ask once more, and pray I do not repeat a third time,” he steps directly in front of me. “What are you waiting for?”

I bite my lip to stop my jaw from trembling. My eyes sting with the woes I’ve locked away for decades. The ones Clavis weaseled out of me when he discovered my correspondence last week. The ones I will not compromise even for the Brutal Beast.

I inhale deeply, raise my head, and glare back at Chevalier. “For you to leave… please,” I hastily add on.

He regards me in silence, like a hunter watching a dying animal, contemplating whether it would be kinder to end my misery than watch me suffer.

“He cannot give you what you seek. He was a child himself when she came to Rhodolite,” he says morosely.

I grip the basket so tightly splinters dig into my palms. “Even still, I must know what he can tell me. It is more than you or your books ever could.”

He breaks eye contact first, opening the basket and picking a gingersnap. “I’d like to know, too,” he says, biting down brusquely. He then retrieves the fallen sugar sack and walks off, and I catch my breath as warmth refills my senses.

“What are you waiting for?” he calls to me from the dilapidated doorway. His blade gleams under the rising moon as he produces it once more, and it is only then that I notice the navy tinge of evening has enveloped us all. What he says next makes me immensely relieved I am not alone.

“He is here.”

Mark my words, the day when I properly write Gilbert into a fic is approaching. It's just not today.

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sugarcherriess · 2 years

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i. had to take a aminute what the fuckc. i’m. you. that’s bad thatsreslly bad what the fuck. shhhhh. /Shhhhhh. i’m ngl i had to reread the firsti paragraph like four times bc my brain isn’t working i couldn’t. figure out what it meant but i think i get it now and that’s. you. bad. Bad. why would he Want me scared though 😭 oh but that’s. Yeah. i think he’ll have to Tell me he didn’t actually do it before he attempts to fuck me though bc if he Doesn’t . i’m not sure if i’d let him 😭 🐶

I just said hed be a lil bitch and scare you for no reason and also i think that i like you scared because youre cute when you’re scared and i would like to explore that idea more ❤️❤️❤️❤️😚😚😚☕️☕️☕️

And yk well that eric would too

He would adore to see you try your best to avoid his eyes and not give in when hes got you cornered into the wall but when he cups your face and you flinch, thats when he tells you that he never actually killed anybody. And as soon as you relax he’d be like “but i can if i want to” and then would laugh at you getting scared all over again

#˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Adonis Speaks #˚₊·➴ My Lovely 🐶#hmmm yes #eric 🤝🏼 me #being sadists

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kissmyhandcallmedarling · 2 years

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my girl

vince noir x fem!reader

notes:

- you find yourself in the company of vince one sleepless night ;)

- not smut but does discuss sexual themes

- this isn't written that well, but i really wanted to get this out so please ignore any stupid grammar/spelling mistakes or repeated words/phrases 🥴

- i love vince so much! noel fielding does a phenomenal job of playing him. he is such an underrated artist

- noel is the literal definition of dilf

"You couldn’t sleep. Rain pelted down on the roof of the Nabootique. You sat on a weathered, old couch, watching droplets of water race down the windowpane.

"Hey," you turned sharply, startled by the voice. It was Vince. "Sorry if I scared you."

"No, it's okay. I couldn't sleep."

"Neither could I." Vince strode over to you, and seated himself on the couch. "Never liked the colour of this. And the upholstery-" he paused, running his hand along the armrest closest to himself. "It's absolute shit! I wanted to get a red vinyl one. You know, like my Joan Jett jumpsuit?"

You chuckled at his comment.

"But Naboo said it was too expensive."

Vince tilted his neck to face you, his blue eyes locking on yours. He smiled warmly. You couldn't help but notice your stomach backflip.

You and Vince had been good friends for years. You first met him and Howard working at the Zooniverse. With time you befriended Naboo and Bollo, and before you knew it, the five of you were sharing a place. You'd never viewed any of them as anything more than friends... well... sometimes you found yourself getting nervous around Vince... but you couldn't be anything more than friends. He was always inviting over those goth girls anyway.

"I'm really liking this robe, by the way, y/n." Vince reached for the satin garment and rubbed the fabric between his fingers. "Topshop?"

"You got it."

"I love robes. They are so effortlessly chic. Make me feel like some sort of posh French duke." He put on a pompous accent. "Oh, dear heavens, my wife seems to have been beheaded by the masses!"

You clapped with obvious exaggeration, making a mockery of his little performance.

He smirked cheekily, allowing the satin to slip from his grasp. His eyes once more met yours. And then he leaned in closer, as though testing the waters. All it took was the tickle of his warm breath on your cheek, and your lips were on his.

You gasped, having registered your lack of self-control, pulling away instantly. "Vince, I am so sorry."

"No need to be sorry, sweetheart." And he kissed you back. This time you didn't pull away. Vince deepened the kiss, allowing his lips to oscillate against yours. His hand cradled the back of your neck, as you ran your fingers along his sharp jawline.

Suddenly your ears pricked up; someone was climbing the staircase. He clearly heard the approaching footsteps too, as he pulled away hastily.

“Quick, y/n! I’m here!” Vince dragged you by the hands away into his room, shutting the door softly behind the both of you. You couldn’t hold in your laughter.

“Vince?” It was Howard.

“Shhhhhh.” Vince mimed, placing a finger over his lips, clearly struggling to keep a straight face.

“Vince?! Where the bloody hell are you?” He yelled louder.

Vince took the opportunity to whisper instructions to you. “Hide behind the bed!”

You had to literally keep a hand over your mouth, to hold in the laughter. You heard the door creak open.

“Jesus Howard! It’s like 1am!”

“Oh like this isn’t your normal bedtime hour!”

“It’s not actually,” Vince smirked. “I usually fall asleep at 1:30.”

Howard merely shook his head.

“Anyway, what d’you want, Howard? I was just about to settle down with my Rolling Stone magazine.”

“What and give Terry Nutkins a good licking?” Howard muttered under his breath.

“Hmm?”

“Nothing. Look, Vince, have you seen the telephone? It’s not in its usual spot on the bench downstairs and it’s really stressing me out. You know how unorganized technology puts me on edge!”

Vince rolled his eyes, attempting an inconspicuous glance over his shoulder to check that you were hidden from view. This didn’t go unnoticed by Howard Moon.

“What are you looking at Vince?” He questioned accusingly.

“What?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, sir. I saw you look over your shoulder! God, you haven’t invited one of those goth girls over!”

“No of course not, Howard!”

“Vince-“

“Look, Howard I really need to go now-“

“But-“

“Byeee Howard!” Vince slammed the door in his face, locking it behind him.

“VINCE!"

"He'll give up in a second," he whispered to you. "Just wait..."

"VINCE!"

"3..."

"You're a bloody tart, you know that!"

"2..."

"I don't know what those girls see in you. You're not a real man anyway!!."

"1..."

"That's it, I'm going to bed." You could make out Howard's muffled sigh from behind the door, as he began to descend the stairs.

"See, I told you!" Vince then made his way over to you, holding his hand out to you. You took it, and he hauled you up to your feet. His expression grew serious.

"Now... where were we...?" Vince allowed his tongue to graze the inside of his cheek.

You couldn't help but laugh.

"What?" He was smiling too, whatever feeble attempt at being "seductive" clearly abdicated.

"'What?', 'what?'" You teased. "What was that?"

"I was tryna be sexy! Really masculine, and sensual, like Hugh Grant!"

You chuckled sweetly at his remark. "I'm sorry to say, it doesn't exactly suit you, Vince Noir."

Vince wrapped his arms around you suddenly, pulling you into a kiss. His lips curled into that signature cheeky smirk of his.

"Dear god," You put on an exaggerated posh accent, similar of Vince's moments ago (though not nearly as well executed). "I think I may swoon if you continue to ravish me so, sir!"

Vince pulled away ever-so-slightly, resting the tip of his nose against yours, once more assuming his pompous facade. "Well, it's a good thing I shall be here to catch you, my dear lady."

You smiled sweetly, admiring his blue eyes, noticing the faint strokes of white that streaked his irises. The moment was short-lived, however, as your lips were once more connected with his, this time with more passion than your previous kisses.

"Y/n..." Vince mumbled. His lips trailed down your cheek, as he buried his face in your neck. He pressed his mouth to your skin, and sucked ever so slightly. You allowed a gasp to escape your lips. You snaked your hands around his head. He brought his face back up to yours.

"Easy with the hair, darlin'. Took me a good hour to style this." He teased.

"Hmm, even the more reason to mess it up."

"Oh, you cheeky little minx!"

You giggled, attempting to distract yourself from the flush growing inside of you.

"You're blushing." He smirked.

"I guess I must really like you then"

Vince grinned, a playfully boyish expression flashing behind his eyes. Within an instant, he picked you up in his arms, and placed you carefully on the bed. He lay himself beside you and stared into your eyes.

"Are you a virgin?" His question took you by surprise. His tone was neither lustful, nor lewd however.

"Vince?!" You laughed.

"What? I'm just asking!" Vince took your hand in his. "Y/n... I really like you."

"So do I."

"Like I really like you. As in my feeling for you go deeper than physical attraction." He spoke so candidly. You admired that. "That being said... I was wondering if maybe... only if you were comfortable of course... and please, please, please say no if you don't want to..."

"What is it, Vince?"

"Well, I was wondering if perhaps you maybe might want to have sex with me?"

You bit your lip. "I am."

"Hmm?"

"A virgin." You felt your cheeks turn pink. "I've never..." You paused considering your words. "...done it before. But I really do like you, Vince. And I would like to... with you." You cringed at your own awkwardness.

Vince merely smiled. "No need to be embarrassed, sweetheart." He held your hand tightly. "We all have to start somewhere."

"I'd like to start tonight."

"Are you sure? Please don't feel pressured to, Y/n. The last thing I want is to hurt you, and if you're not ready then that is a-okay."

"I'm being honest! I want you..." You were the one smirking now. "Just kiss me already."

Vince's lips were soon trailing your body. He began to cautiously pull your top over your head, having already removed your robe, revealing your half-naked torso. You followed suit with him, reaching around his back to unzip his jumpsuit. You brushed your hands over his bare chest, as Vince leaned in for another kiss...

"What the bloody hell is going on in here!"

The both of you instantly froze up. Vince hastily pulled the covers over your chest, preserving your modesty

It was Naboo. His face was plastered with a look of terror.

"Naboo, you bloody idiot! Get the fuck out!"

"I'm sorry! I just got home from the club and I thought you'd be awake! I had no idea I'd walk in on this!"

"What are you still standing there for, gawking?! Get out! You fucking pervert! Jesus Christ! What are you? Stoned?"

"Alright, alright, I'm going!" He threw his hands up in defense and quickly strode out.

Vince got to his feet and locked the door. "I swear, these idiots will be the death of me! First Howard, now him? Bloody hell!"

You couldn't help but laugh, although it was rather shocking to be walked-in-on.

Vince sighed, before resuming his place next to you.

"Now where were we?" He hovered his lips over yours.

"Right about here I believe..."

***

The followng morning you awoke beside him. He was stroking your hair softly.

"Good morning, my sweet." Vince kissed your forehead, his bangs tickling your face. "How did you sleep?"

"Mmmm," you stretched your arms out, proppong yourself up against the headboard. "Quite well, thank you. And you?"

"Delightfully."

After what seemed to be half an hour of morning cuddling, the two of you donned your respective robes and headed downstairs.

"Hey guys." Vince greeted your friends. Naboo sat on the couch with Bollo, smoking, while good old Howard Moon stood behind the counter, a cup of fresh coffee in hand.

"OOOOOooooo, if it isn't the two lovebirds!" He taunted. This was followed up by a cat call-like whistle from Naboo.

"Oh piss off you two. Mind your own business." Vince retorted. He dragged you away to the kitchen to fetch coffee. "Jesus, I swear to god I will kill those idiots some day."

"But we love them, however annoying and intrusive they are."

He poured you a cup. "I truly had a wonderful night last night."

"As did I, Vince."

"So... does that mean I can call you.... do I get to call you... my girl now?" There was that iconic smirk once more.

"Only if I get to call you my man?"

"Of course, my girl."

#vince noir #the mighty boosh #noel fielding #vince noir x reader #noel fielding x reader #i love the mighty boosh #noel is a dilf #vince is a motherbitch!#howard moon #howince #mighty boosh #noelian

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emilia3546 · 3 years

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Tell Me What You Want - Feyre x Rhys x Cassian x Azriel NSFW

Ever since that offer at Solstice, thoughts of more than her mate have been racing through Feyre's mind, but he hasn't exactly helped to get rid of them, not at all. After one too many suggestive comments, Feyre gives in to her desire for all three Illyrians.

*****

Feyre slammed her mental shields up, lowering them for a moment, just long enough to hiss at Rhys,

Prick. She ignored the dark chuckle from across the bond, the image he'd sent across, and tried to turn her attention back to the painting in front of her. She tried to focus on the sunrise, on getting the colors to blend together, and not on the way her mate's hair was ruffled, just like other, more private, times. She shook her head, and Rhys slipped back into her mind in that moment of weakness, and Feyre swore at the images popping up. She knew he was training, but knowing, and seeing three shirtless male bodies was quite another. Fuck off, I'm working. She snapped, but Rhys just laughed,

We miss you. Come join us, we're bored.

I'm working. Feyre repeated, sure that anything else would snap her self control,

You're painting me, come back and find the real thing. I'll make it worth your while. Feyre shoved him away, ignoring the heat spreading across her body, each little joke, each suggestion had slowly been building up. Ever since she'd hesitated to decline his offer to join them in the birchin, he'd been infuriating, mostly because he was right, she wanted them all. She was a mated female, this was ridiculous, but still, her mind wandered to the training ring, to the three half-naked Illyrians there, her mind wandered further, further, until she swore, and stood up, just to try to shake the effect.

None of her half-finished paintings could distract her now, not after the last image Rhys had sent her, she'd never had two males at once, let alone three, but the thought of being between them all sent heat rushing through her, building between her legs, and she finally gave up. She tidied the room as quick as possible, winnowing straight to the bedroom, hoping that maybe she could bathe before Rhys got home, could pretend she was fine. She had no such luck, her mate was sitting on the end of the bed, still shirtless, still grinning, his eyes locking onto her the moment she appeared, and he chuckled as her scent wafted over to him,

"Need a bit of help there, darling?"

"No. I'm fine." She turned on her heel, but Rhys was already there, wrapping his arms around her from behind, and kissing the side of her neck. She melted into him, and nodded when he gently nipped at her skin,

"I want to hear you, darling."

"Yes." she panted, but Rhys made no move to carry her to the bed, or to pull her clothes off, "Rhys," she complained,

"Tell me what you want, Feyre."

"You," she panted, "I want you." Still nothing, she wriggled backwards, trying to urge him into action. This wasn't fair, he was the one who'd been winding her up all day, the least he could do now was to follow through on his promises. "Rhys, please," she whispered, and felt him smile against her skin,

"There it is. Good girl." He whispered, and swung her into his arms, both their clothes vanishing and reappearing in the corner. "We missed you at training today," he murmured as he lay her down on the mattress,

"Some of us have work to do," Feyre managed, her voice slightly breathless, but steady,

"You missed a good day." Rhys continued, kissing along her jaw as she tangled her hands in his hair, holding his face against her. "We had to force Cassian to put his shirt back on at the end." Feyre squeezed her eyes shut as Rhys trailed kisses down her neck, "You should have seen him and Azriel today, if I didn't know better, I'd have said they were putting on a show." At the last word he bit down gently on her collarbone, and Feyre moaned. She cried out when he pulled away, reaching out blindly as she opened her eyes, only for him to yank her down the bed so that her legs fell onto his shoulders as knelt on the floor. "I wonder," he mused, "Would you make the same noises for them as you do when I'm inside you?" Before she could answer, he sucked her clit into his mouth, leaving her wriggling and moaning. He stopped the moment before she reached her climax, "I'd like to find out." Feyre blinked, and tried to form words, any words, "Do you want that?" Rhys whispered, and she finally manged one,

"Yes."

*****

Feyre wasn't scared exactly, but she certainly was nervous, she had no idea what Rhys had planned. She knew he'd relayed their whole discussion to Cassian and Azriel, and that they had both agreed, she'd never liked waiting, and now she was here on her own. She stood from the bed, pacing in front of it, and flushed as she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, completely naked except for a black satin dressing gown, she'd left it open, but she fought the instinct to tie it as the door creaked open,

"It's just me." Rhys smiled at her before crossing the room, "Are you sure about this?" Feyre nodded,

"I just don't like waiting,"

"We just wanted you to be sure."

"I am sure, now stop making me wait." Mischief flashed in Rhys's eyes as he leaned down to press a quick kiss against her lips, and slipped the dressing gown off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Feyre was still staring at Rhys when the door opened again, and two more male forms stepped into her vision,

"Wings, now." Rhys muttered,

"What?"

"Wings." Feyre concentrated for a moment, almost forgetting to adjust her balance to adjust to the added weight of the wings on her back. Rhys spun her round, and tugged her against him so that her back was pressed against his front. She flushed again when she met Azriel's eyes, he and Cassian were still fully dressed, so was Rhys actually, and she squirmed under their gazes, but smiled when she noticed that both of them were already straining against their pants. Feyre gasped when Rhys gently pressed between her shoulderblades, making her wings fly out to the sides. He tugged her backwards, and ran a finger along the ridge of a wing, making her collapse completely into him as he sat down on the bed, setting Feyre in his lap.

Even as Rhys began a slow exploration of her waist and stomach, he began talking, small talk, he was really making small talk while she was here, naked, wanting them all. She wriggled in his lap, and it was Cassian who laughed,

"Oh, you are cruel, Rhys." he chuckled, "Poor Feyre,"

"Well, I am High Lord of Night, she knew who she was dealing with."

"Rhys!" she snapped, and all three males laughed, especially when Rhys kissed the side of her neck, and her head fell back onto his shoulder. She made to complain again, but just let out a loud moan as two pairs on hands descended on her wings. Slowly, too slowly, Rhys dipped a hand lower, lower, until he found the evidence of her arousal. He swept a finger through her sex, then two, but removed both, and pushed them into her mouth. She moaned louder at the taste of herself, but whimpered when Cassian and Azriel both stepped back, leaving her trembling with desire,

"Shhhhhh," Rhys murmured, "Patience, darling." She switched her attention between the two males currently stripping all their clothes off in front of her, stumbling when Rhys pushed her to her feet, crashing into Azriel's arms. Rhys made no move to join them, instead settling into a chair across the room, and gently stroked himself as Azriel helped Feyre regain her balance. She glanced across at Rhys, who just shrugged, "What are you waiting for? You want him, have him." Feyre didn't need any more encouragement to haul her mouth to Azriel's, immediately opening and moaning as he gently caressed her tongue with his own, slowly exploring her mouth, his hands rubbing up and down her sides. She panted for breath when he released her mouth, immediately kissing along her jaw. Feyre moaned when a second pair of hands wrapped around her waist, she almost came then and there from Cassian's breath across her wings, but she stopped herself, she had to wait for Rhys' say-so tonight. Cassian rested his chin on her shoulder, and kissed her cheek, she dropped her head backwards onto his shoulder, and moaned when he moved his hands slowly up her body, starting to tease her breasts in time with Azriel's kisses along her neck,

"Eager, aren't we, Feyre?" he chuckled, and she tried to respond, but only managed a strangled moan, earning chuckles from all of them. She wriggled and tried to grind backwards against him, but Azriel pinned her hips still,

"Uh-uh, stay still for us, Feyre."

"But-" Cassian stole all complaints the moment he slanted his mouth over hers, Azriel had been slow, seductive, Cassian's kiss was all fire and dominance. She moaned into his mouth, and reached back to hold his head against her, gripping the ends of his hair, and tugging slightly. Azriel gently lifted her off the ground as Cassian nipped at her lower lip, and she gulped down air when he finally released her, only to nudge her forwards into Azriel's lap on the bed. Feyre looked again at Rhys, and he gave her an encouraging nod,

It's okay, I want to see you on his cock. Feyre shifted to straddle Azriel's lap, rolling her hips teasingly against his, never quite giving him enough, at least until he gripped her hips. She wriggled, trying to tease him again, but he held her still, and pressed a kiss to the hollow of her throat, raising an eyebrow,

"Yes," she muttered,

"I can't hear you," Azriel murmured,

"Yes," she repeated a little louder,

"Yes, what? What do you want?"

"I - I want you to fuck me." She let out a cry as Azriel pulled her hips down and slammed his own upwards at the same time, driving his cock deep inside her right away,

"Like that?" Feyre's mind was blank, burning pleasure coursing through her at each movement he made, she slumped forwards, and tucked her face into the crook of his neck, whimpering softly with each move he made. Feyre squealed when Cassian's hands replaced Azriel's on her hips, rocking her faster back and forth, leaving Azriel free to explore her wings. She tried to speak, to tell him where to touch, but all she could manage was another squeal. There was no escape, each time she rocked backwards, away from Azriel, she found herself pinned against Cassian's chest. He kissed along her neck, and Azriel brushed the most sensitive spot on her wing, she screamed, and fixed Rhys with a pleading look, unable to even beg for what she needed,

"You can do better than that, Cass," he chuckled, and Feyre could almost feel Cassian's smirk behind her,

"Have you ever had two males inside you?" Feyre turned to face him as best as she could, and he grinned, turning her chin back to Azriel, who slammed his hips up into her,

"Eyes on me." She obeyed, even as she recognized the sound of the bottle of lubricating oils opening. She collapsed into Azriel's arms again when Cassian slowly eased a finger inside her. With Azriel still pounding into her from below, the second sensation was almost too much, and she sobbed with pleasure when he added a second finger, slowly moving and stretching her out. She buried her face in Azriel's shoulder when Cassian disappeared, and he ran a hand up and down her back slowly, soothing the nervousness threatening to show up again. Still, Feyre whimpered in fear when she felt Cassian's cock pushing at her ass, but she nodded, moaning as he slowly pushed into her, then pulled out, and pushed back in, making sure she was comfortable before shoving her down on Azriel's cock with the force of a thrust. She cried out, her body going loose and uncooperative when both males started moving in tandem,

"Please," she sobbed, gasping when Cassian guided her chin up and back so that she was looking straight at Rhys,

"Look at him while you let both of us fuck you," she did, she looked Rhys in the eyes as he smirked, deliberately stroking himself to match Cassian's rhythm inside her,

"Please," she gasped again, she needed to come, right now, and she wouldn't, couldn't until Rhys did something, Cassian and Azriel could fuck her all day, but if Rhys stayed over there, she'd never be able to climax. It was so close, so close, but just out of reach. Azriel's hands were still on her wings when Rhys stood and made his way over to them, wiping away the tears pooling in the corners of Feyre's eyes,

"Tell me what you want," he whispered, stepping back just out of reach as she reached out for him, screaming in pleasure when Cassian and Azriel both slammed into her at the same time, "Use your words, darling," he hummed, and Feyre sobbed again,

"Please, I, please," she managed, "Can I-" she broke off when Cassian dropped a hand to her clit, it was too much, and she couldn't even climax, she sobbed again, tears starting to fall down her face as Azriel spilled inside her, but he made no move to pull out, he was content to let her sit on his cock as long as it took for Cassian to come as well. Azriel banded his arms around her chest, supporting her as she desperately reached for Rhys, her fingertips just inches away from him as he watched, "I want to come." She whispered,

"What was that?"

"Rhys, please," she gasped, "Can I come?" Feyre sighed as Rhys shuffled along the bed to sit behind Azriel, cupping Feyre's face in both hands as he kissed her, deep, claiming, and finally said those words she needed,

"Come for us, Feyre." She did, right then, her vision failing as she screamed and cried at the overwhelming pleasure washing through her. Cassian kept working her slowly through it as he came moments later, brushing her hair to one side to gently kiss the side of her neck as she came down from her high. She blinked to clear her vision, and mumbled a 'thank you' to Azriel as he helped her climb into Rhys' arms. She buried her face in his chest, but her head shot up at the sound of a low moan across the bed. Rhys turned her in his arms, still rubbing her sides as Azriel smirked, shoving Cassian's face into the mattress as he pumped his fingers into his ass. Cassian wriggled, and tried to dislodge Azriel's hand on his head, but finally fell still, earning a dark chuckle from the shadowsinger,

"Stop that," he hissed, slapping Cassian's hands away when he tried again to lift his head. Feyre glanced back at Rhys when shadows wound around Cassian's hands, pinning them behind his back, and she laughed at Cassian's muffled complaint that quickly changed to moans with the addition of a second finger.

"Alright, darling?" Rhys whispered, "I know that was a lot,"

"That was great," Feyre breathed, "But now I want you. I always want you."

"Of course, you do." Rhys laughed, and Feyre scowled, but rolled her eyes,

"You always want me."

"Can you blame me?" He murmured, palming her breasts as she watched Azriel slide into Cassian, and she let out a moan as Rhys pinched a nipple, then slowly rolled her hips back against him, "I want to be inside you," He growled, and Feyre raised an eyebrow, slowly lifting her hips to lower herself onto him, his groan of pleasure sparking a deeper satisfaction than anyone else could ever give her.

Feyre ground her hips down against Rhys as he kissed and sucked at her neck, biting down at the junction between her neck and shoulder. She tipped her head sideways, moaning softly as he sucked a mark into her skin, groaning out her name as she rolled her hips down onto him. Feyre's rhythm faltered at the sound of a louder groan from Cassian, his head now tipped sideways as he panted, squeezing his eyes shut.

Go touch him. Rhys murmured into her mind, and Feyre laughed, crawling across the bed, and brushed Cassian's hair away from his face,

"He looks pretty like this," she chuckled to Rhys, and laughed at Cassian's weak attempt at responding, Azriel grinned, and slowly rolled his hips before pulling all the way out, and slamming back in to the hilt. At the same time, Feyre grasped the base of Cassian's wings, and he whimpered, actually whimpered, before spilling himself on the sheets beneath him. Feyre still didn't let go of his wings, zoning out of the room around her as she searched for the spot that would make him scream her name. She didn't notice when the shadows around his wrists released him, only realizing when he surged forwards, flipping her underneath him, and pinning her wrists over her head,

"Cruel High Lady," he crooned, chuckling as she tried to twist away, but she fell still when he nudged her legs apart, sliding a knee upwards between them. Feyre gasped as he rubbed it back and forth, grinding against him as she chased another high, and gasped when darkness descended around her face, and something else pinned her hands still, shadows, Azriel was deliberately blinding her. She tested the bindings of the shadows, and couldn't move an inch, especially with Cassian redoubling his efforts to bring her to the edge.

Words were absolutely beyond her as Rhys slipped into her mind, wringing a new pleasure from her as he caressed her mind, his essence melding into hers until she couldn't tell where she ended and he began. She sobbed his name again and again, out loud, in her mind, she didn't know, she only knew the pleasure washing over her in waves, the pleasure from herself, and Rhys's own pleasure as he stroked himself at the sight of her trembling in Cassian's arms another tear slipped down her face as Cassian switched his attention from her body to her wings, and the only thought she could form was the command for her wings to vanish, with three males, anything involving her wings would be too much, and Cassian merely moved back to her sex, wringing another climax out of her with his fingers.

She knew that she must be trembling and whimpering, but she didn't care enough to try and stop, she just cared when Cassian slowly slid into her, and her hands released so that she could grip his shoulders as he flipped them over. She'd barely taken a breath before someone pushed into her ass, Azriel, and she gasped when he gripped her hair, and pulled her head up, only for Rhys to tip her chin up. She opened her mouth, breathing through her nose as he slid in. She carefully timed her breaths to Rhys' thrusts, but choked when Azriel thrust into her, shoving her further onto Rhys' cock. With Cassian pounding into her from beneath, there was no way she could keep a rhythm. She let go, let them guide her, let them bring her to climax, once, twice, thrice before each spilling inside her one after the other.

Feyre collapsed onto the bed, the males' release still dripping out of her as she struggled to fill her lungs. Rhys gently tipped her head back, rolling her onto her side. She grasped for his hands, clinging onto him as she gathered herself back together. She half registered someone gently cleaning her up, and mumbled something incoherent as she pushed herself up into a seated position. She laughed as three pairs of arms and wings wrapped around her,pulling her back onto the bed. Cassian complained that he was being left out as she nestled into Rhys' side, quickly snuggling into the bed between them, with Rhys in front of her, and Azriel pressed against her from behind. She draped an arm across Rhys to find Cassian, and snorted with laughter when he stretched a wing across the four of them, the darkness quickly sending her to sleep.

#fanfiction #fanfic #smut #feysand #feyre x rhysand #feyre x rhysand x cassian x azriel #acotar #a court of thorns and roses

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cigardadmasterdj · 3 years

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"You insolent. Fucking. Dipshit. You're a fucking flea. Say it." His boss smacks him around like he would any other fag.

"I'm a flea, Sir."

"You're a great big dummy and you fucked up. Say it."

"I'm a great big dummy and I fucked up, Sir."

"You're gonna suck my dick now. You know why? Because I caught you stealing my goddamn money and if you don't suck my dick, I'll fire your ass, and you'll be on the goddamn street. And you think the government is gonna help you out then, huh?"

His newest prize looked sadly down at the floor.

"Hey. Eyes up at me, Stupid," his boss told him. The thing about his boss is he always spoke so calmly and certainly. He didn't raise his voice and he didn't have to. His words were ice going down his new slave's veins. And that's what he was going to be now. A sex slave.

"I'm sorry, Sir," his subordinate croaked.

"Yeah, I know you're sorry," his boss told him. His voice betrayed no emotion. "I've told a few of my associates about you. Men that like a nice hot younger man to service them. Some of them are old and fat. But they're rich and powerful. So you'll be servicing them, won't you?"

"Yes, Sir," his dumb little office drone answers.

"You like dick, don't ya?"

"Yes, Sir. I am gay, Sir."

"You're a fag is what you mean. Gay men can do a lot of things. Fags are just cocksuckers. They obey real men. Repeat that."

"Fags obey other men. Fags are cocksuckers."

"Are you a fag?"

"Yes, Sir," the fag whispers.

"Good. Because from now on, if you want to survive, you'll do as I tell you. And don't think about running, because if you run, I'm connected. I'll find you. And I know people that can do horrible things to you and you don't want that, do you, fag?" Again, the calm voice mixed with threats sends chills like ice water down the fag's body.

"Please don't hurt me, Sir. I didn't know you were connected, Sir."

Thugs had captured him one night and taken him to a warehouse. They had talked with his boss, who told him all about what was going to happen. He knew about the money laundering and it wasn't going to go well for the faggot. He had him roughed up that night, enough to be scared.

"I think we need a new name for you. How about Kyle? I like that name. From now on, when you get fucked and used, you're going to be Kyle. Kyle the boy whore. Kyle the slut. Kyle the sex slave," his boss says, holding his new slave's chin firmly in his hand. "That sounds very good to me."

"Yes, Sir," the fag says, but it's difficult for him to speak with his new Master holding his mouth together.

"What's your new name, slut?"

"My new name is Kyle, Sir."

"Very good, slave. You're being obedient. Now, tonight, you're going to go away for a little mini vacation," his new Master tells him. It scares the new slave that his Master is actually using the word "slave". It seems like reality is crashing into him, finally.

"Where? Why?" Slave Kyle is panicked now.

"Shhhhhhh. Shhhhhh. It's fine. They're going to give you some pills and make all your bad thoughts go away. They'll make it easier for you to do the things I want you to do, that's all." Slave Kyle doesn't understand yet. His mind is racing with fear. Master continues: "It's going to be easier in the long run. There are techniques that can help make you more accommodating, more docile. You want to be more docile and gentle, don't you? That would be very pleasing for me."

"Yes, Sir. Of course, Sir."

"Good boy. Now you're going to suck my cock like a good slut and you're going to swallow all of my cock. It's very big so I want you to breathe through your nose, okay?"

Slave Kyle makes a whine sound of pain the way a dog would, sharp and clear. A puddle of drool escapes from his lips before Master takes out the cock he's going to suck.

Slave doesn't know this yet, but he is in for a lifetime of sex slavery, of obeying powerful men and bowing to them, serving them, and soon all of his bad thoughts will go away.

Slave will learn to accept being a slave.

Acceptance of one's fate is a good thing in these uncertain times, after all.

MY NAME IS MASTER DJ. I AM A CASHMASTER, AND I HAVE ENSLAVED HUNDREDS OF MEN OVER THE YEARS. THEY ALL BOW TO ME. THEY WORSHIP ME. THEY CRAVE ME. THEY LOVE ME. I DESERVE IT ALL.

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ALL FAGS LOVE ME. ALL FAGS WORSHIP ME. ALL FAGS CAN’T GET ENOUGH OF ME. YOU CRAVING SOME ORDERS, YOU LOWLY MAGGOT? HUH? COME MESSAGE ME ABOUT HOW MUCH YOU WANT TO SERVE. MASTER DJ IS HERE, AND I’M BETTER THAN YOU IN EVERY WAY.

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buckyandberries · 3 years

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eavesdropping

Summary: the girls (y/n, nat, wanda and pepper) are having a little girl meeting/chitchat and the guys don’t like it... so they decide to eavesdrop

Pairing: Verymuchinlove!Bucky x Verymuchinlove!Reader

Warnings: FLUFF, mentions of sex? (wrap it before you tap it), probably swearing, gossip? idk bro RATED 12

Word Count: 909

A/N: I’m meant to be doing revision for Weimar Germany or something in History but no this is more important

sorry for the hiatus and thanks for the support :D we’re going back to school on March 8th, so I’m doing all the work I didn’t do during the lessons LMAO send help

please don’t copy my work, but feel free to reblog :)

“Wait, what’s happening?“ Bucky said to the guys as he found them huddled around staring at a screen.

“Every other Friday, the girls have a little ‘girls meeting’ where they basically talk shit about us,“ Tony said projecting the live footage of Y/N and Bucky’s room onto the big plasma TV.

“But they decided to just stay in because it’s cold, so finally we can hear what they’re saying!“ Sam said excitedly as Steve rolled his eyes.

“Guys, they have this ‘girl time’ because they’re always surrounded by us, and it’s their only time to not have us snooping and now-- it’s just-- back me up, Buck!“ Steve exclaimed as everyone else ignored him.

“So that’s why I’m not allowed in my own room, I see,“ he said, remembering the event prior where Nat shoved him out of his own room as Y/N gave him an apologetic smile.

“Yeah, they’re really serious about these meetings, it’s the only time they can complain about us,“ Clint said as Bucky furrowed his brows.

“Then why are we eavesdropping--“ he paused as he heard Wanda say his name. “Wait, turn it up! They said my name!“ he pushed Sam out of the way as Steve moved to the side, making Sam fall onto the floor.

“Hey, man! What the fuc--“

“SHHHHHH!“

“What do mean, ‘what about you and Bucky’,“ Y/N’s voice rang through the room as all the girls on the screen turned to look at her.

“What’s he like? I mean obviously, we know him, but he’s really quiet, and I can’t imagine what he’d be like in a relationship,“ Pepper said as all the guys turned to look at Bucky.

“Well,“

“Well,“ Y/N started. “What do you want to know?“

“What’s he like in bed?“

“Uh--“

“Is he really romantic and passionate? Or like rough? I bet he’s really good, and he probably has a lot of experience right?“ Nat asked like she didn’t know from their short-lived history. (damn I didn't mean to gun at my girl Nat like that, I just thought I'd mention it)

“Um--“

“Is he hung--“

“I don’t really feel comfortable talking about our sex life, it’s not really the type of couple we are,“ she said, not knowing that Bucky had just taken the largest sigh of relief.

“Wait, you haven’t had sex??“

“No! We have, it’s just, we’re really private, and I don’t think he’d want me to share this stuff,“ even though she didn’t know he was listening, she was 1000% right.

“Ok, that’s fine, how about-- what do you do together?“

“Well, we’re pretty simple and chill people, we’re usually always tangled up together somewhere, whether it’s on the couch or in bed, I think we just enjoy being around each other, regardless if we’re doing anything or not,“

“Awww,“ the girls said, as the guys started making fun of Bucky, other than Steve, who also aw-ed.

“That’s so sweet. Actually, now that I think of it, you don’t really show much affection towards each other around us,“

“Yeah, we try not to, because we want to stay professional, and we don’t want to make you guys uncomfortable, but we’re really cuddly when we’re alone,“

“Honestly, if you hadn’t told me you were dating, I wouldn’t have caught on,“ Pepper said as Wanda agreed.

“What do you love about him?“

“Uh-- I can’t really choose just one thing. I don’t know, I mean-- we’ve been together for what, a year? and every time I see him I get all giddy and nervous, and he always makes me blush by doing the smallest thing,“ she continued, as the girls listened in awe. “He just makes me feel like the most important thing at all times, and even though we don’t show it, he’s always making me feel special and-- I just love him,“

“I just love him,“ both rooms were silent as the guys stared at the screen. All of them, even though a few wouldn’t admit it, had gotten emotional. At that moment, Bucky felt like it was just him and her.

“I can’t-- I’m gonna fucking cry,“ Sam said, rapidly grabbing the tissue box.

“Have you told her you love her yet?“ Steve asked Bucky, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“No, I’ve been too scared to,“

“Well what the fuck are you doing standing here then?“ Steve said as everyone looked at him weirdly. “Go!”

At that, Bucky abruptly power-walked to their room. Once he got there, he burst into the room, ignoring the screams for him to leave, and dragged Y/N out of the room, taking them down the hall.

"Um, hi," she said wiping a stray tear. "What are you doing?"

"I love you,"

"I-- uh-- what?!" she said, confused at the weird timing. "I-- how did you--"

"We were eavesdropping on your girls talk and--"

"YOU WHAT?!"

"No, but that doesn't matter, because I was too scared to tell you, but I feel the exact same way," he said pulling her closer to him. "Y/N, I love you,"

"Well, obviously I love you too," she said as they both smiled. "So, uh-- how much did you hear?"

"All of it,"

"Oh- that's fine, I guess?"

"It totally isn't!" Steve said as they turned around to see everyone watching them.

"Get outta here!" Bucky said as they scrambled to leave.

"I love you, Bucky,"

"I love you too, Y/N," he said as their lips locked, fitting perfectly with one another.

#buckybarnes #bucky x reader #marvel #avengers

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soldrawss · 3 years

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I’m literally begging. I need more of your human aus. They’re so wholesome!!!!

I am always up for more BBM AU so! Here’s a mini-story I wrote when Zach asked if Raph has any underlying ptsd or fears about being alone!

Raph was fine till he was about 7. He doesn't remember his mom, and he barely remembers dad, and Mikey would sooner have a heart attack than leave Raph ALONE alone, so Raph didn't really grow up with the fear of being alone cause he's never really experienced it. He’s always had Mikey. He’s always had Leo and Donnie. It’s never occurred to him that that could ever change. That he could ever not have his big brothers there by his side. But it's during one, late-night when everything kinda just lets loose to the idea that Raph COULD be separated from the rest of them, and really it all goes downhill from there. It's the night Leo came home with a black eye and bruised jaw. Leo said he just got into an accident, to not ‘worry about it, bud. I’m gucci’, and since Donnie didn't say anything about it and Mikey got to stay home for the night to be with them, Raph didn’t worry about it. Cause if his brothers said it was all OK, then it was, because it always had been before, and Raph figured it always would be like that, cause big brothers just had that power to make everything better. They’d never lied to Raph before. This was no different. But then he wakes up that night because he has to go to the bathroom, and he slides himself out from under Mikey's arm. (they had fallen asleep on the couch to a Lou Jitsu marathon, which was rare, cause they never watched dad’s old movies cause it made Mikey sad sometimes to remember dad. But he was in a reminiscent mood, so they threw a couple on and wow, Raph was kinda star-eyed and soft gasps, cause dad was kinda AWESOME) And Mikeys snoring gently, so tired his body is like a dead weight on top of Raph, and Raph's arm is a little numb from where Mikey was drooling on it. And as he's walking through the dark hallway, knowing the layout by heart so he didn’t bother risking turning on the lights in case he woke up Mikey, he tiptoes on sock-clad feet, until he notices a light coming from Dee and Leo’s room. And there are soft voices coming from the barely cracked door, and Raph is super never one to snoop, but theirs a curiosity bubbling in him and he can't help but detour from the bathroom ever so slightly, because he DOES have to go to the bathroom, but a few seconds of listening in won't kill him, and his big brothers NEVER let him in on their secret conversations. So Raph leans in, his ear pressed as close to the crack as he dared- "It was stupid, that's what! Do you know how much trouble you could have been in? You could have been expelled, Leo! It could have gone on your permanent record!" And oh... that was Donnie's voice... and he sounded... well, he sounded mad... but more than that... he sounded... scared. "Well, it didn't. And you worry too much. Nothing was gonna happen. It wasn't like I got into a fight with the principal’s kid! They didn't do more than a slap on the wrist and a few weeks detention." And Leo.... Leo got into a fight? Raph didn't know that. Why didn't they tell Raph that? Why did they... lie to Raph?

Raph pressed himself closer to the door. The bathroom long-forgotten behind him.

"And that's the thing! YOU don't worry at all! God, you're so self-absorbed! Do you really not get how bad this could have been?" "Look, I said I was sorry about getting involved, but I'm not sorry for slugging Tatsu in the nose. They BROKE your glasses Dee, you can't expect me to NOT to get mad about that." "This isn't about that stupid fight with some bullies, Leo-" "Then what is it about Donnie?! Because you've been riding my backside about it all night, but haven't said a word why! Why are you still so mad at me about this?" "I'm not MAD at you, I'm-" "You’re what then? Is this about what they said? About Mikey and me? You’re mad because I stepped in and threw a punch before you could? You’re mad because I made you the victum here? Look, I know that you hate it when I meddle in your business and try to fight your fights for you but I’m-” "I’M SCARED YOU COULD HAVE BEEN TAKEN AWAY, YOU ASS HOLE!" And Leo seemed to be just as surprised as Raph felt. They had been talking in pretty quiet voices up until Donnie practically screamed that last part, and it sent an electric shock through Raph's whole system. And Raph couldn't see their facial expressions, he didn't dare move an inch closer to the door to peek inside, but he could tell from the hitch in Donnie's voice. Donnie was crying now. "You could have been.... You could STILL be.." Donnie sniffed, and Raph felt his own eyes sting in proxy. "Tatsu's dad didn't this time, but he could have very well made an issue out of this. He could have brought this to the attention of the school board. And then the school board would have had to call Draxum, or worse, Bishop, and you KNOW child services don't need a reason to separate us! Bishop will take one look at your black eye and blame everything on Mikey and then they'll take us AWAY Leo! Don't you get that?" And that... what did that mean? What was Donnie talking about? Take us away? Take us away where? Who was Bishop? What was child services? Raph's mind was spinning, like car wheels on ice with no traction to go anywhere. His feet felt planted to the floor, sunk right there into the carpet. "Wait.. wait what?... Bishop? He's still a thing? I thought he got switched out for that other agent?” "Just because he doesn’t do house visits anymore doesn’t mean he still isn’t our case holder. He can still ruin our lives just as easily from his cubicle," And Donnie didn't sound like he was crying anymore, but there was still a raw roughness to his voice that Raph was whole years not accustomed too. "Raph's a baby. Heck, WE'RE still considered babies in the eyes of the law. It won't take a whole lot for them to take even the slightest infraction to deem Mikey unqualified. And then what would happen? We could probably manage to stay together cause people are kinder on not separating twins, but what about Raph? They'll take Raph for sure and ship him off to the other side of the country and there'd be nothing we could do to stop it and-" And Raph stopped listening after that. because... Because... What? Raph could be sent away? There are people out there that could take Raph away from Leo and Donnie? Away from Mikey? And that easily? And why? Because Mikey wasn't good enough? That... That didn't make any sense? Mikey was the best! There was no one better than Mikey in the whole world! How could there be people who didn't see that? And didn't they know that Raph couldn't go anywhere without Mikey? It didn't make any sense. None of it. But there was a pounding boom in Raph's chest that made it hard to breathe. His head spun, like he was just gone 4 rounds on the merry-go-around on the pier, and Raph couldn't THINK straight. He ran back towards the living room, he didn't care if he made any noise. He didn't care about anything really, at that moment. All he cared about was... Mikey. Still asleep and drooling on the couch from where Raph left him, and Raph practically jumped on top of his chest and clung onto his big brother for dear life, pressing his tear stained face into the front of Mikey's shirt. "Ouuufff! Hey- Hey Raph. You ok?" Mikey says in a startled slur, eyes blinking rapidly to tear away from sleep. His arms wrapped around Raph instinctually, like his body new what to do before his mind could catch up, and it felt like the most natural security blanket in the world to Raph. He cried harder into Mikey's chest. "Hey shhhhhh-shhhhhhhhh, buddy, it's ok. Breathe." Mikey was sitting up now, sleep all but forgotten as he stared down at the 7-year-old attached to his front, rubbing slow and gentle circles into Raph's back. "Raphie it's ok. You're ok sweetheart. You're safe and sound right here. Was it a nightmare? Did you have a bad dream?" And it sure felt like it. The world was spinning rapidly in a downward spiral of breathtaking hurt, just like a lot of Raph's nightmares. Except the monsters were real. They were real and practically right outside Raph's door and they could take Raph away any SECOND and Raph couldn't respond to Mikey. He wouldn't respond days, even weeks, later, when Mikey askes about it. All he can do is cry. Cry like his heart is breaking in half, and cling onto the safest and only lifeline in the world that he knows.

Thus spiraling Raph into a "clingy" stage, where he's terrified to be left alone for too long. Terrified to be separated in the grocery store, INSISTING Mikey hold his hand the entire time. Terrified to go to school and be away from his brothers for too long. Terrified to even SLEEP alone in his bed. And it's so wild to Mikey, because at first, it was kinda cute how a little bad dream made his baby brother all clingy to his side, and Mikey kinda enjoyed the endless attention.

But then it started getting a bit too close to real, actual hysteria and paranoia that Raph was dealing with, and it took a mental breakdown on Raph's part, after Mikey had been a little late picking him up from school one day, because Leo and Donnie both had extracurriculars, and usually Raph just hangs out in the playground and waits for Mikey to come. But this time, he's crying his eyes out, pale and breathless and endlessly fussy with his teachers by the time Mikey arrives, and he clings unto Mikey, like he'd never see Mikey again, and Mikey HAS to have a talk with him, because what on earth could scare his brother as bad as THIS? And when Raph finally tells him, Mikey doesn't know what to do but hold him to his chest as tight as he can and whisper pretty half-truths to Raph to make him feel better. Because Mikey couldn't blindly let himself believe the "Of course! Nothing will ever take you away from me Raph, it's all ok! You have nothing to worry about! Your big brother will make sure all of you are all safe and ok! I promise kiddo. No one is taking anyone away. I won't let that happen." How could he? This was a very real fear. It was Mikey's Biggest fear on the daily. But he couldn't let Raph feel like this. To carry this fear and burden. That was too much for a 7-year-old. Mikey didn't even realize Leo and Donnie were aware of their situation to that degree.

And it puts seeded pits of fear in his chest, taking root in his heart and feeding into something dark and cold and fearful. But Mikey does his best to push it down. Push it away. Out of sight of Raph and Leo and Donnie. And he smiles and laughs and presses kisses to Raph's temple and carries his baby brother piggyback all the way home, because he'll carry whatever weight his brothers are dealing with. Take on any fears. as long as they don't have to face them alone. As long as Mikey can still protect them, for as long and as hard as he can, then when the day comes that Bishop DOES show up at their door, he'll be ready for him.

#bbm au #big brother mikey au #rottmnt #rottmnt human #oh opps here some sad now

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hiddennerdworld · 3 years

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My Hero Academia Class 1-A and Their Pokemon Starters

(For funsies) sorry it’s kinda confusing bc I’m talking as if they were real trainers but still have their quirks.

Fair Warning: a lot of rambling. Kinda messy tbh. I just like the idea and thought it was fun. Includes all students of 1-A so it’s a bit long

Katsuki- Cyndaquil

Loud explosion boi with smol shy explosion boi

Bakugou can’t help but pick a pokemon similar to him.

It helps him to relate to them and especially likes seeing a power similar to his.

Unlike how he talks to everyone else, Bakugou would never scream at his Pokémon

HIS Pokémon tho. Will not hesitate to scream at a weedle in his way

Cyndaquil helps him become more patient with others.

Will have to hold him back sometimes

Bakugou will squirm and try to get free. Only time he’ll insult them. “YOU STUPID OVERGROWN RAT!! LET ME GO I GOTTA KICK THIS EXTRA’S ASS!!!”

Apologizes after he cools off

Bonus: With the games, I either picture him meticulously planning out moves and stats of his pokemon OR just brute forces the entire thing

Kirishima- Chespin

Chespin is an adorable rock rolling Pokémon who then becomes a strong beast with spikes.

I don’t think there’s a Pokémon more suited for Kiri.

Cute is manly, okay?

The only downside is that they aren’t red but Kiri loves them anyway.

They are an official hype man team

If they’re both in dumbass mode, they may have a contest to see who can hit their head against the most rocks

Koda- Turtwig

You would think Koda would choose Scorbunny because of his pet rabbit, but it’s very high energy and that kinda scares him tbh.

So the perfect Pokémon for Koda is Turtwig! A chill, laidback Pokémon who’s also very sweet and a little timid.

But Koda loves them all tbh.

Also Turtwig would comfort Koda when he gets nervous and that would encourage him to be strong.

Turtwig and Koda’s bunny are friends. No idk how there are real animals and Pokémon in the same world so shhhhhh

Once Turtwig evolves, Koda may hide behind them when nervous. They’ll move out of the way and make him face his fears

If the situation is actually dangerous tho they’ll protect Koda and everyone else

Ida- Charmander

When you wanna be the very best, you have to go with a classic.

He thinks Charizard has got it all. They can fly, breath fire, and just fucking step on everyone if they wanted to (but not encouraged)

Charizard also has a similar rule follower/enforcer attitude that Ida has

They’ll cross their arms and nod while standing behind Ida as he lectures the others on how they’re not being model students

They will belly laugh tho when the others pull a prank on Ida

Both kinda scared of Aizawa

Ida is always very conscious about the flame on their tail

Aoyama- Popplio

He has to be the trainer of the most showstopping Pokémon.

Have you seen Primarina??!! They can battle and sing!

Part of training is practice poses together

They also have a skin care routine

Primarina helps when Aoyama gets tummy aches

They encourage Aoyama to shine brighter (literally)

Tsu -Froakie

Okay it’s because they’re both frogs

BUT also froakie is a water type and Tsu works best in water... which I guess has to do with frogs

Also both seem loyal and badass and caring as hell. The older siblings of the group

They go on daily swims together

High fives all the time

Best friends with Uraraka’s Pokémon

Greninja will slap Mineta on Tsu’s behalf when he’s acting up

Todoroki- Mudkip

This is basically off of vibes but there’s two ways this can go

So Todoroki never thought about getting a Pokémon bc he was too focused on his quirk training

He wasn’t introduced to the idea until everyone was in the common area talking about their favorites

They had a picture up of all the starters and he just walked up, pointed at Mudkip and went “I like this one”

He doesn’t really know what it’s supposed to be but it’s cute and cool looking and blue

That OR it was originally his mom’s and when she went to the hospital they decided to look out for one another

Either way, they’re both super powerful and love each other very much

Mudkip will spray water at Endeavor’s flames to make Shoto laugh

They always eat together, often having soba

Shoto will make sure they’re not cold in the winter

Mudkip LOVES Fuyumi. She’ll take such good care of him when they’re all home. It makes Shoto jealous a little bit

While they’re still a baby, Shoto will take one side of his bed and allow them to curl up on the pillow of the other side. Has been doing this since he was a toddler (depending on the backstory chosen)

Ojiro- Chimchar

Cute lil monkeys (even tho Ojiro’s tail reminds me of a lion)

When taking breaks from training they will often hang (literally or metaphorically) in some trees

While they’re still small, Chimchar lays in Ojiro’s lap while taking a nap or might sit on his tail or shoulder instead of walking. Hagakure will be sure to get pictures

Both Kaminari and his Pokémon will play with Ojiro’s tail

I feel like Chimchar would watch Ojiro’s karate skills and try to mimic him.

Adorable, and Ojiro would think so too. Also they evolve to be a fighting type as well as fire. Perfect match!

Random tail high fives once Chimchar gets a tail that’s not on fire

They train with Hagakure and her Pokémon a lot

Sero- Squirtle

I was going to pick Chimchar for him, but they suited Ojiro much more.

Then I pictured Sero hanging out with Squirtle and wearing sunglasses and there was no goin back

Any time they aren’t working hard, they are absolutely chillin out. Both have drinks with lil umbrellas.

Will pull pranks on classmates together (poor Kaminari)

Sometimes you can walk into a room and find them crying laughing on the ground like a bunch of dorks

Calls them cute nicknames like “lil squirt” which may or may not get Sero blasted with water

Coolest Pokémon for the coolest dude.

Both kinda underrated imo

Mina- Scorbunny

Thinks bunnies are adorable.

Plus she would love its high energy which matches hers.

Both are very supportive and encouraging to everyone

And they can both kick your ass

Even tho the two are very fun loving people, Cinderace may have to get Mina to calm down and focus on her work. This makes Mina pout but she knows it’s for the best

Definitely have to always be matching somehow. Mayhaps friendship bracelets

They’re best friends

Tokoyami- Rowlett

Bird bois. You know what they say right? Birds of a feather flock together (I’m sorry this is so stupid)

Would prefer a dark type, but at least it’s Decidueye is part ghost type that’s pretty dope

Tokoyami thinks its final evolution is badass but embarrassed of the middle ones looks

Usually no fuckboys allowed in his party, but he’ll make an exception for the baby owl

Will still roast their haircut 24/7

Decidueye and dark shadow are besties btw

Listen to emo music together while looking at the moon

Uraraka- Piplup

Both have adorable round faces.

Also I associate both with bubbles for some reason. Bubble beam?? Floating??

A stretch but I still see them together

Both cute, secretly badass, and very determined

Uraraka learns over time how to talk to them (like Groot in GOTG). They bicker a lot, in a good way

They have a cheer for when they work together. Also probably a secret handshake

Momo- Fennekin

Fennekin is cute and elegant

Momo would be impressed that its final evolution is basically a sorcerer.

Both end up learning from each other

Delphox helps Momo gain confidence in her abilities

Do tea time a lot

Momo combs their fur

Hagakure- Sobble

STEALTH MASTERS!

In my head I see Hagakure being very sweet towards Sobble, who freaks out over the fact they can’t see her.

But over time they get used to it and find Hagakure to be the only one they trust

As they train and evolve, Hagakure will be so supportive and proud of her Sobble

When first training with Ojiro, Ojiro or Chimchar may sneak up on Sobble and scare the living daylights out of them

They’ll start crying and Hagakure will have to hold them. Ojiro apologizes profusely. Will get back at him once they evolve

Shoji- Treecko

One word: Aloofness

Shoji just finds Treecko to be very cool

They both look up to each other somehow. Thinks the other is the perfect example of a good friend, teammate, hero, etc

Admire their classmates and their Pokémon too

Also both sweet and incredibly strong

Shoji will try the grass in mouth thing and Treecko (or any evolution) will try to wear a mask

Shoji wears a lot of camo and Treecko is camo (bc they’re a gecko)

Pros at taking naps anywhere and everywhere

Having Treecko with him makes Shoji feel like people will be less scared of him (people pls stop being mean to him)

Both sit back and watch during the usual class antics but will step in if they think someone is gonna get hurt

Other times they both walk into a room of chaos and look at each other to see if either of them knows what the fuck is going on

Might turn around and walk away if they’re fed up for the day, very rare tho

Jirou- Torchic

You see it too right?

Idk why but it makes perfect sense to me? Maybe bc I associate Torchic with cool women (May and JaidenAnimations).

They have very similar vibes.

Will give each other a look when the others are being ridiculous or stupid (which is often)

Jirou would try to teach them drums once they become a Blaziken

When Jirou plays new music for them they cheer and clap. They might dance around

From the start Torchic encourages Jirou to come out of her shell

They’ll just run to their classmates and Jirou will freak out “what the hell are you doing??? Get back here.” Whisper yelling

Forced to talk to her friends and have a good time

Later Jirou will be salty but Torchic will ignore her. They have a smug ass grin on their face (if possible) bc they know they did something good for her. Jirou knows it to

Mineta- Totodile

Chaos mode activate

I like to believe totodile would know better, even if he’s Mineta’s Pokémon, and stop his trainer’s pervy tendencies

Can overpower Mineta in an instant, especially when evolved

Will either hold him back or just pick him up and walk away

Can sometimes sense that Mineta is thinking about doing something and stops before he actually does it

Imagine if they also put him in time out lmaooooo

Mineta just lets them have free reign. Totodile will waddle all over the place. They’re usually good but may cause trouble

Ex: they want a certain food on the counter but can’t reach (still a baby) so they attempt to climb up and just knocks everything on the floor. Mineta hears dishes breaking in the distance and thinks to himself “shit.... oh well”

Sato- Litten

This mans. I picture it very vividly in my head

Sato would be baking and see a little stray kitty on his balcony so he opens the door to see if it’s okay

The litten is scared at first and Sato feels bad. But then he offers a little piece of freshly baked bread

Litten reluctantly comes inside and they’ve been best friends ever since

His new official taste tester

Will take a little while for Litten to get used to him. Until then Sato tries to be as gentile as possible

They’ll sometimes act like they’re in a bad mood to get extra treats

Once it becomes an Incineroar, they’re gym buddies for life too. Idk if Incineroar would work out but they may spot Sato and makes sure he doesn’t hurt himself or wear himself out too much

Kaminari- Pikachu

Pikachu

Okay fine

I wanted to leave it at that bc duh but I have other thoughts

They are smart but 80% of the time they share one braincell

Will be lazy and eat snacks together until they end up in food comas

But at the same time have the inability to relax when Sero invites them to

Have caused the power to go out at the dorms multiple times. They’ll both point the finger at the other

Pikachu chuckles a little at Kaminari when he short circuits but will pull him to the side and get him some water

Kaminari dresses them up with like little hoodies. Everything he picks looks exactly like his room

Pikachu will not hesitate to shock Denki and Mineta if they’re being idiots

They both make a lot of noise. It drives Bakugou insane

Like Uraraka, Denki learned how to talk to Pikachu, but for him it was like an instinct? He knew how right away?

Last but not least is Midorya

Spent so long trying going over the strengths and weaknesses of each possible starter that he never left his moms house

I’m sorry but I can’t know his favorite if he doesn’t even know

Has two notebooks: one for quirks and one for Pokémon

He likes observing how they work together

May get lucky if a Pokémon finds and chooses him while he’s out observing heroes at work

Will still take forever on deciding where to go from there based on their type and stats and level and personality and-

I do know his least favorite tho: Never give him an Eevee. His brain will implode from all the possibilities.

Bonus: Inko has a Pokémon who helps around the house like mom in all the games. Maybe like a Roselia

Also no offense to the ones I didn’t include. Bulbasaur is my fav. They just didn’t fit with them imo

#my hero academia #mha headcanons #bnha pokemon au

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deadspace-babe · 4 years

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Scruba dub dub angst in the tub

This is a little Julian X Reader mutual comfort fic during the bath scene.

i made this while i was in the middle of his route but its still one of my favorites!

I hope you enjoy!!!

I don’t think I actually realized how exhausted I really was until I walked into Nadia’s bathroom and felt the heat soak into me. I’ll have to thank Nadia again later, I really really need this. I feel so overwhelmed and tense and I haven’t slept in so long. God when was the last time I-

“Hey are you alright y/n?” Julian asks me concerned, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“Oh ya I’m alright, I think my exhaustion is just catching up with me that’s all.” I reply rubbing the back of my head embarrassed.

“Oh then why don’t I help you relax a little?” He whispers curling his long fingers around my chin to pull my face up to his for a quick soft kiss. I simply nod up to him smiling lightly. With my approval he starts undoing my many layers of masquerade attire and I reach up to undo his also. Before he finishes he offers me a thin bathrobe then turns, his face becoming a little red,

“I figured you’d want to take those off yourself” he says gesturing to my undergarments. I just whisper a little thank you and proceed with the rest of my clothes with my back to him and he does the same. As I finish tying off the bathrobe I hear his feet pad over to the very large bath tub. I watch curiously as he tests the water and climbs in. When he sinks in I can see the thick muscles in his back slowly release, I hadn’t realized he was so stiff before. He once again brings me out of my train of thought with and excited gasp,

“Y/n! Nadia has actual Nevivon bath salts and they’re fresh! Ahhh really brings me back, I would love to bring you someday!” He says happily mixing salts and oils into the bath. I giggle at him and walk up to the bath crossing my arms over the rim.

“I would love to go with you Ilya, it sounds like a blast.” I say smiling at him lazily as I rest my head on my arms. He moves across the tub to me a runs a damp hand through my hair.

“Will you join me?” He asks hopefully. I nod and climb in taking a place across from him. I try to let the warmth embrace me but the bath is so incredibly big and deep that I have trouble keeping my body from floating upward. I keep struggling and slipping, my lower half desperately trying to come to the surface. I realized that through my struggle Julian is just sitting there snickering at me. I give him a death glare and splash at him which just makes him break out into full blown howls with his head thrown back over the rim of the tub. I try to be serious so I throw my nose up and cross my arms and legs but I just slip again bringing him to tears this time cause he’s laughing so damn hard. At this point I can’t help but giggle a little with him. Everything about that man is just so contagious. Finally his laughter slows and he offers me his hand while wiping his tears.

“Come on darling I’ll keep you steady, I promise” he says. I take his hand nervously cause like we’re practically naked but I decide to be brave and follow his lead for once. He pulls me onto his lap, his legs are crossed and my knees fall at either side of his waist. He wraps his arms around me to stabilize me and rests his head in the crook of my neck.

“How’s this?” He asks sounding just as tense as I feel.

“It’s perfect” I respond despite my nerves and lay down completely against his chest. I can feel him let out a sigh of relief as he starts rubbing little circles into my lower back and between my shoulder blades.

“I’m glad” he sighs. “You’ve been working so hard without rest throughout all of this I bet your whooped emotionally and physically.” I respond only by tucking my head further into to his shoulder and bring my arms up to squeeze around his neck. Neither of us speak for a few minutes, he just continues rubbing as I listen to his breathing and focus on the steady beat of his heart against my chest while I busy my hands with the soft damp curls at his nape, slowly turning them between my fingers. The longer I listen to his heart beat the faster mine goes. Before I know it my eyes start to sting as a feeling I was pushing back creeps into my mind and I finally break startling Julian with the sudden spill of tears.

“Hey hey are you alright? Did I do something?! What’s wrong y/n?” He says as he tries to pull me off of him but I don’t let go of his neck. Before I let any words out I lay a shaky kiss on the column of his neck.

“I’m sorry Ilya I couldn’t keep it in anymore” I finally let out jaggedly into his throat as I start hiccuping into the sobs. He finally manages his way out of my grip but my hands fly to my face before he could catch them. I don’t want him to feel guilty for how I feel. He shouldn’t have to deal with my feelings on top of his own.

“Hey hey don’t apologize darling you’re fine just tell me what’s wrong, please” he says, the concern in his voice raising after each word. I simply shake my head at him and throw it back into his chest. He sighs and rubs the back of my head trying to soothe me.

“Please I can’t help you if you don’t tell me” he begs. He sounds so scared. I don’t want him to worry but at the same time I’ve made him worry by not telling him. Wow good job y/n, real slick. I guess he has the right to know doesn’t he. I mean he is my.. my… the….

I finally raise my head and try to look at him from between my fingers. “I was just so scared, and I- I thought- and what if- I don’t know what I would do if- and I don’t even know what we-“ i stutter out between hiccups.

“Hey, shhhhhh it’s ok. Take your time and just breath.” He says gently while resting my hand on his chest then wiping my tears with his thumb. I close my eyes and focus on matching my breathing to his while ignoring the hiccups choking me. Once I finally calm down he takes my face in both of his hands and lays a long kiss on my forehead. I wrap my hands over his on my cheeks and just take in the moment while I gather my thoughts.

“You ready now dear?” He asks quietly. I shake my head a little and take a deep breath. It’s hard but I make eye contact.

“I’m scared Julian. What if we fail and people die? What if you die? You scare me Julian.” I say as steady as I can while his face drops. I knew it would. I squeeze his hands harder as he tries to pull them away from my face. “I knew that you’d be ok but watching you be hung tore me apart.” I say feeling the tears start to sting my eyes again. “I knew you’d pop out of your coffin cracking jokes and act like everything is ok but when I saw your body fall it felt like I died… again” I squeeze his hands again. “I know you did it for good cause but you went rushing in without me and I was so worried and confused. Julian why are you like this? Why are you so willing to die alone for everything?”

“Because if I couldn’t save it the first time maybe I can this time. Maybe I can save everyone, maybe I can save you this time. ” he says quietly dragging his thumbs across my cheeks.

“Why would you think it’s ok to die for me? You deserve life, don’t you know that?!” the tears finally fall. He looks hurt. I can see his eyes becoming glassy with tears. He sighs deeply avoiding eye contact and says,

“Because you are my everything. It was my fault you died and I don’t want to stand by and let you die again. I can’t handle that. ”

“Ilya please. You were busy trying to find the cure and making people as comfortable as they possible could be. It’s not your fault, I didn’t really tell you. It’s not your fault I caught it. I was a doctor too, it was bound to happen. Hell YOU GOT IT!” I yell gesturing to his eye as he still looks at me with a pitiful face. “Ilya If I’m your everything then please stay here with me. Your everything needs you.. because you’re my everything too.” I say through tears and finally drop my face roughly into his chest. He doesn’t move for a few seconds which worries me then I hear him sniffle and I look up, he’s crying too.

“I-I-I’m s-s-sorry y/n.” His face shrinks on itself “I feel like I have to. You’re working s-so hard and being so brave and- and I feel like I’m not doing as much as I could. You s-see, me being here h-hurts you… I hurt you. If I wasn’t here you wouldn’t hurt. If I wasn-“

“WHAM”

I slapped him right across his face my tears streaming faster but this time angry and frustrated tears burn my skin.

“YOU IDIOT!” I yell. “ILYA YOU FOOL I NEED YOU HERE BECAUSE I LOVE YOU”

Both of our faces drop then flare bright red.

I try to push myself off of his lap out of embarrassment but he just snatches me back.

“No please don’t go… I- I love you too. Although I thought it was obvious already. ” he says rubbing the back of his head trying to avoid my eyes. “I’m sorry you fell in love with a fool like me. I’m not even sure how someone as amazing as yourself could”

“Julian shut up.” I say pressing a light kiss to his cheek. “I know you’re trying to protect me in your own way but you need to realize that you are deserving of love. You are the most amazing person I’ve ever met and without you we wouldn’t be making any progress in this mess in the first place. You make every situation feel lighter with poorly timed but still hilarious jokes. You make my heart beat as fast a hummingbird's wings and my stomach tie itself in knots everytime I see you, nevermind what happens when you touch me. You make me feel ways I’ve never felt with anything else. I’m so obsessed and in love with you my skin tingles just thinking about being with you.”

“Y/n” Julian says the tears coming back to his eyes as he squeezed my hands.

“Julian it hurts me so much to see you sacrifice yourself so easily because you think you don’t deserve life or love. Do you realize how many people you have saved and helped. More than half of that stadium was on your side cheering for your innocents and crying for you. You’ve given Vesuvia hope and you’ve given me a new life better than I ever could have ever imagined having and I’m so grateful. How can someone make so many people so happy and not think they’re worth more than a grain of sand.” I say getting emotional again.

“I guess I just feel like everyone is my responsibility. It’s all I’ve ever really known, running into danger with no concern for my safety. I guess the safety of others was always just more important to me than my own. And these past few years I was able to heal myself so that made me even more reckless, But if I mean that much to you I’ll try to see my worth. If someone as wonderful as you can see worth in someone like me then I might have something going for me after all. I’m sorry. I'll try to be better. Thank you for being with me and thank you for loving me. You’re the strongest bravest person I know and I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He says giving me a half hearted wink feeling a little squeamish from the scolding and praise.

“Thank you Ilya. Remember you’re never alone. I promise. You’ve got a whole army behind you. No more lone wolf ok Batman” I say giving him a taste of his medicine with a trademark Julian wink. He giggles at me and lays his head softly in my shoulder.

“Wow I’m really crazy for you” he puffs out into my crook, the hot air sending shivers up my spine “maybe you’re the actual cause of the plague and not Lucio. I swear love gives me such similar symptoms it’s scary”

“Oh ya?” I giggle tangling my fingers in his hair. “Like what exactly?” He sits up straight and starts counting them on his fingers,

“1. Aching pains, In my heart specifically.

2. Chills, Whenever you’re around

3. Cough, nervous coughs cause be being flustered by you constantly (he arches his arches his eyebrow at me)

4. Shortness of breath

5. Pain in the abdomen, my stomach flipping when you speak.

That’s just I few. See that’s proof, you’re spreading it I’m going to die” he says dramatically throwing his head back and draping his hand on his forehead. I can’t hold in my laugh anymore. I can see him peak at me from under his hand trying to hold his act which makes me laugh even harder throwing my head back and right into water. I lose my balance on his lap and fall in completely. Now he’s bursting with laughter as I come up completely soaked with a curtain of hair in front of my eyes. He parts my hair still wearing a huge smile.

Well I guess it would be a good time to actually bathe instead of foolin around. Too bad we let the water get so cold.

#julian devorak #julian x mc #julian x reader #julian x apprentice #ilya devorak #the arcana #the arcane game #agnst #fluff

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batfamscreaming · 3 years

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[superbat hs au - Court of Owls, First hints of ~superpowers~

Tommy was willing to fill the time a while until supper, when about ten minutes before six, the boy on the top bunk would finally sit himself up and slide down to the floor and tugging on shoes without much of a word. “Almost six. Get ready to go.”

“Uh-”

Clark had asked him if he had any family, and what he planned to go to college for, and other generic questions he could manage to think of while he unpacked his things and then shoved his empty luggage aside.

“Six?” He asked, like he hadn’t heard any of what Harvey said before.

“Dinner,” Bruce said as explanation, unbothered.

(“Unfortunately, my mom,” Tommy had said with a roll of his eyes. “And obviously, Bruce’s an orphan. I’m hoping for medical school, to be a surgeon. What about you?”

There was no moment to acknowledge the middle part of the sentence. Only an impossible-to-hear tightness in the boy in the bunk’s otherwise steady breathing. And then it was gone again.)

“They’ll want you to wear something nice for the opening dinner, and any dinner on Sundays. If you don’t have anything else, your school uniform will do,” Bruce said.

(“Wh- journalism.” Clark had replied, but didn’t dare ask about how Bruce was an orphan.)

“Oh, okay. Uh. Yeah. I’ll have to get changed then.” Clark said, and dug around for his uniform. He didn’t have anything nicer than that with him.

He walked out to head to the bathroom and change.

“Alright.”

They would wait for him to return.

When he did, it was clear Tommy had changed clothing too, though he hadn’t bothered to leave the room to do so. He sat with Bruce on their bottom bunk, dressed in a matching oxford and button down jacket. Dark pants, black shoes. They could’ve been siblings, probably, despite their personalities.

And once all three were there, off they went, Bruce dutifully leading the way to the cafeteria, and Tommy trailing a bit behind him, content to just follow along for the moment.

“Sundays and special dinners we gotta eat with our hall table,” Tommy said. “And listen to the headmaster give speeches. But other than that, school’s pretty great.”

Clark followed along behind them. The closer they got the louder things got, and he could tell this was going to be rough. Places that were loud even for regular people were killer on him. It was so hard to focus on what you were supposed to.

“You like school?” He asked, sounding a little in disbelief.

“Uh, yeah?” he said. “Get some time away from the family? Live with my best friend? School rocks.”

He slung an arm around Bruce, and it was accepted with a huff.

“Not everyone’s as good at school work as you,” Bruce said.

“You are, though,” Tommy said. “So you don’t get to point that out to me.”

He poked Bruce’s cheek. The quiet boy smiled a little.

Clark didn’t say much. He felt like a third wheel, and the black-haired kid really wasn’t much of a talker. Couldn’t blame him if he really was an orphan.

The dinner was… boring. But hey, free food. The headmaster talked about the upcoming year and how they were all going to grow into strapping young, disciplined men and yadda yadda. Clark didn’t really pay attention.

When dinner was over it was back to the room. Back to bed.

… He had a hard time sleeping. Gotham at night was still so damn loud compared to back home.

Gotham was loud.

…

So were the dorms.

(someone, somewhere in the building, was crying into their pillow. Trying to muffle it, but the dissonance--

Multiple people were. Quiet, muffled, hiding it--)

In His Room.

In his room, the first night, a heart started to rocket up in pace from where it had once been steady, panic--

Bruce on the top bunk jerked awake, with the sound of his teeth biting through his lip to keep quiet.

Sometimes Clark didn’t realize what was supposed to be loud to normal people and what wasn’t.

“... You okay?” He whispered out into the dark.

The boy flinched.

….rolled over to face Clark, breathing still shallow.

He flinched again at whatever he saw.

“...fine,” he said. Then, “Quiet.”

His eyes were still bright in the dark, but only when they caught the light.

“... Okay.” He said, and wouldn’t say anything else.

…

He wouldn’t get much sleep.

…

It was something Clark couldn’t hear, but Bruce’s mind wouldn’t quiet anymore than Gotham or the dormitory would.

“...what’s with your eyes?” he whispered.

Oh damn. Oh shit.

He quickly closed them and rolled over so he faced away from the other bunk.

“Nothing.”

There was a disbelieving huff from the other side of the room.

...unfortunately, Clark wasn’t the only light sleeper.

“...mmh?” Tommy mumbled, splayed out on the bottom bunk. “What’s goin ‘rong?”

“Nothin’.” Clark said again, and didn’t turn around.

They had sent him here to get away from everyone knowing what he could do. He couldn’t blow his cover on the first night because his STUPID EYES GLOWED IN THE DARK.

“His eyes were glowing,” Bruce said. Because of course he did. No wonder Tommy called him a snitch--

But Tommy started making noise into his pillow, too.

Laughing. Trying to muffle it.

“Were you dreaming about the Talon?” he hissed, sounding delighted.

Ignore it. Let this blow over.

…

“What’s that?” He mumbled, still looking away.

Above Clark, Harvey Dent let out a groan under his breath.

Apparently, everyone was awake tonight.

If Tommy’s eyes could’ve glinted in the dark, they would’ve. “Oh, that’s right…. You’re from Kansas. You don’t know about… the assassins….”

“Oh my god,” Harvey Dent whispered only to himself.

… Clark finally lifted his head and glanced back at the other bunk.

“What.”

“It’s a fairy tale in the area,” Harvey said finally, whispering loud enough for the other two in the room to know he was also a little snitch. “Tommy likes to scare new kids with it. Now shut up, we’re gonna get in trouble.”

Tommy flopped back onto his bed, huffing. “It’s fun to watch them freak out. It’s not like anything bad actually happens by just talking about it.”

“You got a quote for that?” Bruce mumbled, half audible in his pillow.

“Ugh. ‘Happiness depends on ourselves?’ Or in this case, in letting me tell a ghost story in the middle of the night, you babies.”

“Fairytale assassins?” Clark couldn’t help but snort and roll back over so no one could see his eyes.

“Guess you city kids gotta have some kinda boogiemen.”

…..

Tommy sat up in bed, eyes narrowing.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well back home we got things like portals to hell and angry ghosts, not assassins.”

...somehow, that seemed to settle Tommy, a little.

“No room for that stuff here,” he said. “Just threatening nursery rhymes that date back definitely two hundred years and if you want it creepier, even longer.”

“... Assassins with nursery rhymes?”

Sounds pretty lame.

“Still spooks people enough,” Tommy said, shrugging. “Especially in this kinda place.”

“It’s nice to think some random murders might’ve had a point,” Bruce said.

Tommy did not respond to that.

“Dunno how anyone could get spooked in a place as loud as this.” Clark said, sighing.

No room to think enough to be scared.

….for a moment, the three regarded him in incomprehension.

“Oh,” Harvey said. “Oh, he’s not used to the city.”

There was a small sound of understanding from the other two.

“I was gonna say. It’s dead quiet, honestly,” said Tommy.

“Not if we get caught talking,” Bruce warned. “Shh.”

“Shhhhhh,” Tommy said.

Clark groaned his own ‘nnnngh’ and shoved the pillow over his head.

It didn’t help.

Somewhere out of normal hearing a car alarm went off.

“You gotta be kidding…” He whispered to himself.

…

At least, finally, the conversation, thin as it was, had died out.

(There wasn’t any explanation for why Tommy would think Bruce dreamed of Talons when it was just a silly boogey man.)

But the three boys settled down in their beds again.

Bruce started breathing deeper. More intentionally. Until it relaxed him enough to get back to sleep.

...his heartbeat deepened and steadied out. Much closer than the car alarm.

Tommy and Harvey’s followed.

[...]

He wrote to his parents.

Everything is going well. Making friends. They're all rich but not as full of themselves as I thought they would be. It's pretty cool. Really loud here though. Having a lot of trouble sleeping.

Love you.

Then it was just… back to normal. Like he hadn't found out the teachers beat their students.

(When his mother wrote back, she was so relieved he was making friends. That it wasn't as bad as she feared.

But he wouldn't get that letter for another two weeks.)

The next week rolled around, and Bruce grew a little quieter. Tommy didn't, but Harvey quietly told Clark to be extra careful this week. It was an anniversary, he said, assuming that by now Clark knew, Kansas or not. And sometimes Bruce got a little mean during the anniversary.

Not just standoffish, but.

A little aggressive? Sometimes.

...and so the 26th rolled over, and even though Tommy seemed to be pretending it was a normal day, the rest of their dorm room woke up with stale, held breath.

Bruce avoided people. Avoided radios and TVs playing the news.

But somehow, he didn't manage to avoid the newspaper, and did a double take when he saw the headlines.

Finally, something had overshadowed him a little.

On the front page was the picture of a grisly murder. Open-eyes, holes in his face--

“REAL ESTATE SUPERSTAR FOUND DEAD IN PENTHOUSE SUITE; DEATH OF A THOUSAND CUTS!”

Clark tried to keep it in mind. Unlike the other two he didn’t treat it like any other day because it wasn’t. They still all went through the motions of course, but he talked to Bruce a little softer. A little gentler. Not because he wanted to walk on eggshells, but because he knew for Bruce that this wasn’t just another normal day, and acting like it was felt like almost a slap in the face of what he had to go through.

Maybe it hadn’t occurred to him that Bruce would want to avoid the papers. It was hard for him to wrap around the fact one of his roommates was so rich that his parent’s death made it into the news every single year somehow, so maybe it was his fault that Bruce saw the headline. He read the paper almost every day if he could. He wanted to be a journalist, after all, and they didn’t have TV in their room. Sometimes the common room TV wasn’t even on.

But he saw the murder too and, at this point, didn’t think much of it. Read the article and moved on.

Gotham, he had learned very quickly, was just as bad as everyone said.

It made sense, why Gotham Academy reassured all their parents that they would keep the children safe.

And maybe that was Bruce’s fault, he thought. Because it wasn't as if he was expecting papers to talk all over again like the day it'd been, but--

He'd expected a talk piece. An opinion article.

One Year Later: Flowers Left At Wayne Memorial Event as Investigation Dies

Two Years Ago, As Martha and Thomas Wayne Laid to Rest, Crime Began to Rise

Three Years Since Gotham’s Kennedy’s Mown Down: Park Row Died with Them?

A Reflection on Gotham’s Economic Fall: Wayne Fortune Locked Up as Charities Run Dry

(Sole Survivor Wayne to Attend Gotham’s Most Prestigious Academy This Fall with Luther Heir)

Five Years Ago Today: How the Wayne Deaths Marked the End of a Safe and Glorious Gotham

…

He could imagine what the headline should've been. What it should've been.

Instead, Six Years of Sorrow: Wayne Murders Still Shadow Upper East Side and Wayne Murder Theater Announces Close on Anniversary of Deaths, citing ‘Unrecoverable Reputation’ of the Area had been pushed down the page to make room for the new murder.

...and Bruce took a look at it and snatched it up to stare at the grisly photo and start to read.

It was a good thing that Clark had a loose grip on it as it was yanked from his hands.

“O-kay. You coulda asked.” He said, but didn’t sound angry. Still being soft around Bruce due to the day it was.

He feared he might’ve done something wrong.

Bruce managed to give him a hum of some sort of acknowledgment, but didn't really give much of a response.

He went to his bag, grabbed a pen, and sat right down on the floor, tracing the bottom of the words in the paper to keep his place.

Tommy leaned out from his bunk to try and watch over Bruce's shoulder, but his eyes looked uninterested. “Saw somethin’ ya liked?”

(Bruce shot him a disgusted look, a “what?” but otherwise ignored him.)

Clark leaned over too in order to watch him. “Or somethin’ ya didn’t like.”

…

Bruce glanced up at him, too, but looked more self-conscious than anything at that.

…

“The way they're talking about the thing just reminds me of the claw marks they found at the Lansing murders…”

“Oh my god,” Tommy said in a familiar kind of disbelief for this specific topic. “It was a dog claw, Bruce.”

Clark, however, was interested.

“Lansing murders?”

Bruce shrank down under Tommy’s criticism, but… looked up again, and quietly answered Clark’s tone.

“...the Lansings were a business couple,” he said. “They were murdered in their home the summer before last by stabbing a, so not… like this.”

For a moment, he backed up again, and let Clark see the slashes of the man on the page.

“Something left a big claw mark on the door, and their dog--”

“Ran away from home and wasn't seen again,” Tommy said dully. “It obviously hit the front door. Broke the hinges. Ran off in fear. It was a hundred pound dog.”

“...” the look on Bruce’s face said he didn't believe it all the way.

But he didn't lift his head to argue this time. He just stared down at the paper.

“...Bruce, hey, I'm not trying to make fun of you, I'd never do that,” Tommy said, rolling a little closer to the edge of the bed. “But just because claw marks happened once or twice at a murder doesn't mean the Court is real. What, did your dad have a gash on his face when he died?”

…

And Bruce shook his head.

“See? It's not real.”

“Well that don't mean you can't look into it.” Clark offered, looking up at them. “What's the harm in connecting a few dots? And just because there ain't proof they do exist doesn't mean they don't.”

Tommy gave Clark the kind of flat look he never gave Bruce. Like he was saying the dumbest thing.

“You didn't even know the story when you showed up and now you're trying to do this? Really?”

...Bruce stared up at Clark, face unreadable.

And he started to pick up the newspaper and fold it again.

“Tryin’ to do what?” Clark frowned. “If there's a story here I'm interested! Y'know--” he gestured to himself, “journalism?”

“To drag him down again!” Tommy said, rolling off then bed and standing, defensive behind Bruce. Above him.

For the moment.

For the moment before Bruce stood, pencils and notebook in hand, and paper carefully folded under his arm.

He looked at Clark.

“Let's go.”

Clark glared at Tommy, but he said nothing.

He grabbed his own notebook and pencils to leave with Bruce.

“Bruce?” Tommy said, but Harvey was the only one still listening. “Bruce!”

Bruce closed the dorm door behind him.

“Library has old papers on record,” Bruce said softly. And he began to walk.

Whatever history was repeating here, Clark knew nothing of it.

“Okay,” he said, and started heading that way.

“... Tommy said I was ‘dragging you down again’. What’d he mean by that?”

He sounded annoyed. Offended. Like he would do that to someone intentionally.

Bruce pursed his lips, buying time for a response, but not sure what to say. Or, he knew what to say.

But he didn't like to say it.

“...I tried to find the man who killed my parents,” he said finally. “...I couldn't.”

…

“You think they’re all related to that Court?”

…

Bruce hung his head.

Stared at the ground.

Didn't… want to look Clark in the eye when he admitted his stupid, idiot theory.

“...they’re all building developers. Or owned lots of property. And were trying to change it…”

But Clark didn’t call it stupid.

“Okay, something to start with. And, hey--”

He reached out slowly to touch Bruce’s shoulder.

“Worst case scenario is we’re wrong and nothing changes.”

Bruce twitched a little at the contact, but…

Mostly, he just turned his head up a little, and stared at Clark’s face.

(He was sixteen and he'd stopped believing in a just world long ago.

But somehow, he was stupid, and still believed in fairy tales.)

…

“Okay,” he said, voice cracking.

And he led Clark to the library.

...the newspapers were all in the bottom floor, the basement. In the archives. The indexes were massive, but well organized and maintained.

And Bruce already knew where to start looking… to a point.

But the first place to start, was writing down a scrawled poem on a blank sheet of scrap paper. Hesitating.

“...we’re doing this backwards,” he mumbled. “Not supposed to go in with a theory…”

But he wrote it out, all the same.

Beware The Court of Owls, that watches all the time,

ruling Gotham from a shadow perch, behind granite and lime.

They watch you at your hearth, they watch you in your bed,

speak not a whispered word of them or they'll send The Talon for your head.

Clark followed him down.

“No?” He asked, setting his notebook on a desk close to the archives they would need to look through.

“How do you think we should go about it then?”

Bruce swallowed and stuffed the paper in his pocket.

“...supposed to go in and look for patterns and connections,” he said. “...if you already have a suspect, you… only look for things that point to them.”

“... Okay. How much can you tell me about this ‘Court of Owls’?”

He was sitting down and opening his notebook to a new page. He didn’t have the knowledge of them Bruce did. This wasn’t his home. These weren’t his urban legends.

Looking for them directly was exactly what Bruce said they shouldn't be doing, but…

It still thrummed inside him, on some silly, stupid level.

Maybe it hadn't just been a coincidence murder. Maybe it had a purpose. Anything other than random events. Anything.

“...” he handed Clark the paper. “...they have at least one assassin. They… Have an architecture motif. They're watching from the buildings.”

With the kind of architecture in Gotham Academy not being uncommon to the rest of Old Gotham, it maybe wasn't surprising the buildings themselves were the boogeymen’s hiding places sometimes.

But he didn't know if Clark would make that connection to a real estate building mongle--

“Ties in to your theory about them targeting building developers.” He said, writing something down before he got up so he could look into those Lansing murders Bruce had talked about earlier.

He needed to play catch-up. This wasn’t his turf. He didn’t know as much as Bruce did.

…

He planned to dig up the papers about the Wayne tragedy too, but… not now. Not with Bruce in the room.

Clark could do that later on his own time.

Tommy had seen the connection, and rolled his eyes, and Bruce half expected Clark to just-- not see it at all--

…

But he swallowed something down, and his stomach stopped roiling quite so much, and he nodded again.

“Yeah. Just. Anyone who changes the architecture.”

And he dove in behind Clark.

He looked for the more recent murders. The ones he hasn't read about or studied like this since he was twelve and finally gave up, run off from his last scraps of energy.

…

And finally, someone was beside him, willing, even for just a moment, to believe him.

While Bruce looked at the more recent murders, Clark went for the old. The ones Bruce already knew about. He asked him which ones he had connected before, if any, and he would take a look at those.

(“I’m a new perspective. I wanna go over things you already know about. We don’t think the same, so who knows. Maybe I’ll see something different.” Is what he would say.)

The Lansing murders. What they did before the murders. The other ones that Bruce had tied together when he was 12--

Before they knew it the library was closing. They would need to come back.

And they would.

(A new perspective. A new reading level, honestly-- from twelve to sixteen, the change in things he understood--)

They would come back.

Absolutely.

Bruce went to bed and slept the whole night, and woke with impatient fire in his eyes.

Tommy gave Clark a sour look as Clark headed out the door to change, and once again as Bruce flew out of his last class, tossing his bag into their dorm and making a beeline to the library.

“Bruce, but, homework--!” Tommy called.

“Don't bother,” Harvey sighed, sitting down with his own book bag to get started “It’s not like his grades will get him kicked out.”

….and on the weekend, Tommy barely had time to pull on a matching hoodie and jeans, before Bruce was out the door for early breakfast and back to work.

(“Nice to see him care about something,” Harvey said.

Tommy threw a pillow at his head.)

#superbat #highschool au #bruce wayne #clark kent #thomas elliot #i really like outgoing terrible thomas #let's see if I can actually keep the italics in it this time #rp logs #80s gay superbat

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY BITCH I wanted to make this a sort of surprise but I failed miserably. ANYWAY hope u like it i love u you outstanding funky lil dumbass celebrate somehow surviving another year!! (AGAIN please ignore the garbage title I’m so bad at this)

P/N: This is amazing, and I have been hoarding it for like a month (Totally not because I am terrible at remembering to post shit, shhhhhh) But THANK YOU GREY @pissbabydean!!! THIS IS AMAZING AND I LOVE IT!!

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Dean woke up in a great mood. He was well-rested, perfectly sated from last night’s…activities, and they had the bunker to themselves today. He and Sam had agreed to taking a couple “off-days” a month just to keep tensions from building too high. Today was one of them, and Sam was taking Eileen out on a day trip to Colorado.

Dean rolled over and flopped on top of the warm body next to him, resulting in a sleep muddled grunt. He peppered a flurry of kisses across his boyfriends neck and cheeks, making obnoxious smooching noises as he went. Said boyfriend was now awake, if his sleepy murmurs of protest were anything to go by.

“‘M sleeping. Get off,” Cas mumbled, eyes still shut while he turned his head, blindly trying to evade Dean’s affections.

“No way, Grumpy. It’s almost 11, time to get up.” Dean crowed, leaning down to peck a kiss on the tip of his nose. Cas screwed his face up and twisted underneath him, unseating the hunter without breaking a sweat. He buried his face into the pillow with a satisfied sigh.

Dean could almost forget how strong Cas was, seeing as he rarely showcased it. He only really used it on hunts or when they were hooking up - in both instances Dean’s brain was usually too preoccupied to really take note.

Regardless, Dean had to uphold his reputation as Incredibly Annoying Alarm Clock, otherwise Cas could sleep until 2pm. Which was weird, because angels didn’t even need sleep. Cas just really really liked it, which was all fun and games when Dean could wake up in the arms of his angel and maybe even lay there with him until his growling stomach could no longer be ignored. Now, it was more annoying than anything. At least he could have fun waking him up.

He crawled back over and straddled Cas’s bare back, resulting in a muffled “Uff” into the pillow.

“Caaas, c’mon, dontcha want to spend time with your loving boyfriend? Who makes amazing pancakes? And who you love so very dearly?”

A dismissive grunt was all Dean received in way of an answer. Dean leaned forward and licked a fat stripe across the top of Cas’s tanned shoulder. He shuddered once and that was the only response he got before Cas stilled again. He wormed his tongue up Cas’s warm neck and traced the shell of his ear with it, making lewd moaning noises right in his boyfriend’s ear.

“Gross,” He protested as he reached back to blindly swat at Dean’s face. The perpetrator just chuckled and avoided the half-hearted protest, nipping on his fleshy earlobe.

“You love it,” He teased.

“Not when you have morning breath,” Cas rebutted. Dean hummed dismissively and continued his minstriations.

Cas didn’t mind enough to put up an actual fight, but he did mind enough that his will-power was slowly diminishing. Then, a tongue snaked into his ear and he shrieked, nearly throwing Dean off the bed while he escaped the disturbing sensation. Dean was folded over with laughter, cackling into the bedsheets while he glowered.

“You’re disgusting and cruel. Go make me pancakes,” He groused, using the hem of Dean’s discarded t-shirt to wipe out the wetness in his ear. Dean, who was still laughing, came over and kissed him on the cheek.

“Comin’ right up,” He grinned. It was hard to stay mad at him, especially with a smile like that. Cas could still act the part, though.

After brushing his teeth and putting on a clean shirt, Castiel ambled into the kitchen, which was flooded with the scent of cooking batter and fresh-brewed coffee. The table was already set, his favorite mug filled to the brim with dark liquid. He sat down and immediately began nursing the bitter beverage while he watched Dean man the stove, quietly humming to himself.

Castiel was an angel. He didn’t need to eat, just like he didn’t need to sleep. Unlike sleeping, though, he didn’t particularly enjoy eating. Mostly, if it wasn’t Dean cooking for him, he wouldn’t eat. Not much was worth the overwhelming tsunami of flavor and texture from each individual molecule and building block of whatever he was consuming. But Dean’s satisfied little smile and shining eyes were.

Pancakes weren’t the worst for him to eat, but they certainly weren’t good by any means. He found that foods containing eggs were largely unpleasant. But Dean always made him a heart-shaped pancake, and Cas’s chest always did those happy little swoops when he caught Dean watching him eat it.

They finished breakfast and Castiel washed the dishes while Dean dried, then Cas was left to sit on the couch while Dean showered. He reached over to grab his latest read - The Crooked House, which he’d flown to the public library to borrow a few days ago in anticipation of their off-day. He opened up to the yellowed, well-loved first page and quickly lost himself in the rolling plot.

Dean had come to join him some time ago, stray droplets dripping from his hair to the shoulders of his t-shirt. He slid his way over to the couch suavely, socked feet gliding easily over the smooth flooring. If he wasn’t so focused on his book, he would have noticed Dean’s little huff of annoyance that Cas had missed his grand entrance.

And thus began Dean Winchester’s unabashed quest for attention from his angel boyfriend. It started with an incessant amount of talking.

“Heyyy, Cas, whatcha doin’? He drawled in a very successful imitation of Isabella from Phineas and Ferb (What? It’s not like Cas would get the reference. Slim pickin’s on Netflix these days).

“Reading,” Came Castiel’s curt reply as he turned a page. Dean’s mouth fell open in an overexaggerated “aaahhhh,” noise.

“Cool. Whatcha readin’?”

“The Crooked House. It’s a murder-myster novel where a young woman’s-”

“Cool, cool. So, whaddya say about a little TV? Ever watched Schitt’s Creek?” Dean cut him off purposefully, gesturing at the TV. The picture of innocence, if you didn’t count the faint upwards tug of the corner of his mouth.

“I don’t mind if you watch something,” He replied noncommittally. Dean narrowed his eyes a fraction and tossed the remote aside.

“Okay, no Netflix. So, what should we do, then?”

Castiel shrugged and flicked the page. “I’m reading. You can do what you like, Dean - it’s your day off.”

Dean collapsed against the couch with a frustrated groan, throwing his hands up in the air.

“It’s our day off, babe. As in, together. Let’s do something,” He whined.

“I’m open to suggestions,” Dean sat up excitedly, but Cas held up a finger. “…after I’m done reading.”

Dean’s face fell and he crossed his arms against his chest. He wasn’t pouting but he wasn’t not pouting, either.

“Come on, dude, you got, like, the whole book still! Watch something stupid and funny with me! Don’t you love me?”

“I do. And you love me, which is why you’ll let me finish my book in peace.”

Dean huffed and muttered complaints under his breath. He hated it when Cas turned his own words against him. It was just unfair.

Dean could be unfair, too.

He started clicking his tongue obnoxiously loud, humming nonsensical tunes to himself, tapping loudly on the end tables with his finger tips. He watched the angel carefully for any reaction to his antics but damn, he knew Cas was good. He would have to up his game.

Then he started singing. Loudly. Badly. Voice cracks and all.

“Oh Danny boyyyyyy, the pipes, the pipes are ca-a-allingggggg~”

There was a minute twitch in Cas’s jaw and the grip he had on the cover of the book was a lot tighter than necessary. He was getting somewhere.

“From glen to glennnnnnnnnn, and down the mountain siiiii-”

His mouth was suddenly clamped shut. Lips pressed together, like if he weren’t speaking at all. But he had been, and he was trying to. He tried to speak, to do anything, but no sound came out.

“Perhaps vocal lessons would be a good investment for you, Dean.” Cas commented off-handedly, and then paused in thought. “Or ear-plugs for the rest of us,”

Dean glowered at the nonchalant angel on the other end of the couch and shifted, shoving his legs unceremoniously into Cas’s lap, making sure to jostle the book in his hands with his calf.

He knew Cas knew what he was asking for. HAnd Cas knew he knew that he knew what Dean was asking for. e was just being an asshole for reasons unknown (okay, unknown if you didn’t count the way Dean woke him up that morning. And how he’d scared him in the shower the previous morning).

Where Dean had been glaring a hole into the wall just past Castiel, he noticed that the book was…levitating. Where were Cas’s hands?

He got his answer a second later when he felt fingers press against the arch of his foot. He tensed and a little ribbon of excitement coiled in his chest. He thought he was getting what he asked for. He was wrong.

Cas’s fingers were…devastating, in all the wrong ways. Just barely brushing his fingertips in sweeping ovals on his heel, occasionally poking his arch or instep. It wasn’t enough to warrant laughter, or even really much squirming. It was just on the precipice, and Dean fucking hated it.

And then Cas decided to get meaner. He would drag a deliberate finger down his sole and as quickly as his nerves could flare up with tingly delight, the sensation was promptly rubbed away by strong, soothing hands. It was a terrible, cruel, sadistic, almost-tickly-but-not massage.

Dean scowled and leaned forward to thwack Cas on the shoulder, though not too convincingly. Despite it not being what he wanted, Cas was a talented (if incredibly mean) masseuse. Dean was putty in his hands, and not the giggly kind. Ugh.

Cas was still reading his stupid murder book, the creased and worn old book was hovering a few inches from his face, the pages turning on their own. Seriously, how did this guy have enough concentration to do three things with his grace at once?

“What is it, Dean? What more could you possibly have to complain about? I’m giving you the attention you were so desperate for.”

Dean harrumphed and glared at his angel, pointedly jostling the feet in his lap. Cas would have found it cute if it wasn’t so annoying. He continued his infuriating game while Dean’s mouth stayed zipped shut with grace, all he could do was move into the touch - and for every bit he did, Castiel pulled back the same. It was goddamn psychological warfare.

Then, there was a…prodding. On his right bottom-most rib, through his shirt. Which could only mean one thing. Dean would, technically, be getting what he wanted. But in the most impersonal and - there was that word again - infuriating way possible. It was more of an itch, really. But the fact he couldn’t scratch it was why he started squirming and kicking his legs out. Castiel was not amused and then Dean realized that he wasn’t moving anymore. He was sending the signals to his muscles to move and thrash and, in general, be a nuisance. His body just wasn’t responding and it took Dean a second too late to register the faint self-satisfied smirk on the other man’s face before the incredibly thin and spindly wire of grace was curling and flossing between each individual rib.

Though, now, he could laugh. And he did. He imagined he would have thrown his head back if he could while he shrieked and full-belly laughter tumbled from his newly-functioning vocal chords. But, he couldn’t move. He couldn’t wiggle, couldn’t shake his head or even clench his fists. He couldn’t do anything that even alluded to a struggle and he couldn’t decide if he liked that added layer of vulnerability or not.

Then, the spindle of grace turned more into a…tickly lash. The thing with using grace for tickling, (like a filthy cheater, because grace is so unfair for this very reason) is that it doesn’t quite follow the rules. With a wave-length of celestial intent behind the wheel, it was lethal.

The cruel extension of his power flicked across his chest, leaving behind a swarm of buzzing nerves. It migrated to his neck, his underarms, his belly - Jesus, even his thighs. His laughter was jumpy and bright and desperate, because he didn’t know where the next strike would be.

His question was answered when the malicious tendrils of grace brushed the crease of his thighs. The laughter Cas drew from there was wholly consuming and embarrassing. Cackling, you could call it. Howling may be a more accurate descriptor.

Dean waited for the electric tingling of his nerves to taper off, but it didn’t come. Cas didn’t stop.

If it wasn’t before, Dean’s laughter had definitely turned desperate. Gasps and sobs and choked attempts at words and all.

“C-CAS!” He all but screamed, and the rest of what he would say slipped through the cracks of his crumbling mind. His boyfriend, although sadistic, knew when to stop. Or slow things down, at least. The weapon his thighs were previously assaulted with moved to converge on his stomach, ribbons swirling around the softer center like a goddamn merry-go-round.

Occasionally one of said ribbons would deviate from the rest to wiggle into his belly button - which would add a squeaky quality to his giggling. At least now he could think, although the laughter that was coming out of his mouth (that could only be described as giggling, much to his dismay) was embarrassing enough that it was hard to find this an act of mercy.

“Yes, Dean?”

"Me-Mehehercyy!” He pleaded. His lungs were starting to ache, as well as the rest of him, from laughing so hard. Although, it was a nice feeling, Dean enjoyed the feeling of complete bone-deep exhaustion after he and Cas’s sessions. Still, he needed a break. Cas’s book finally was placed on the end table and he smiled over at Dean fondly with a short nod.

When Dean regained control of his body, the first thing he did was fold forward and press his forehead to Cas’s thigh, panting out the last of his residual laughter. A warm and firm hand rubbed soothing circles into his back and Dean leaned into the heavenly touch.

“You were mean,” Dean whined, no real accusation behind his words. He felt Cas chuckle more than he heard it, and he was being guided to collapse in his lap again. This time, his upper-half was splayed across the sweatpant-clad legs and he was face down, cheek pressed against the top of Cas’s thigh. He sighed and immediately molded himself to the warm body under him.

“I was, wasn’t I? What would you like?”

Dean hummed and reached behind him blindly for Cas’s hands.

“Touch me.”

A blissfully wam palm flattened in the center of Dean’s back and began rubbing once again, the same soothing circles, but now under the shirt.

“Is this good?”

Dean thought for a moment.

“Light.” Was all he could manage, as his brain was currently tickled-out mush.

Cas made his hand into more of a relaxed claw and dragged the pads of his fingers and occasionally the edges of his blunt fingernails of the pliant and receptive planes of Dean’s back. The hunter let out a herculean sigh as every bit of stress was drawn out of his body by his caring and meticulous angel. Damn, he’d have to annoy Cas more often.

#submission #supernatural #Destiel #ticklish!dean #dean is a nuisance #Cas loves it tho #he pretends to hate it #but really

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holdmyhopeinyourhands · 3 years

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Helmut Marko actually has stans??!! That’s it for me, I’m having a drink. Have a nice day!

Don't you mock them!!! I've only had 2 Helmut Marko positive asks in my inbox since I got into f1 and I don't want to scare them off so shhhhhh. They are expressing their support for him the only way they know how and we should not shame them for it..... but between you and me, pretty sure it's Helmut himself😌

#helmut Marko #f1 #formula 1 #f1 ask #anon #fjfjgjmg

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hydroponicjj · 4 years

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you’re so drunk

pairing: jj maybank x reader

summary: 6 & 7 from this prompt list! basically just joking with jj while you’re drunk

word count: 1.5k

warnings: drinking, swearing, typos??

a/n: i’m so sorry that this is kinda short. i’ve been trying to write really cute fics but they all turn into shit and this is something that i’m kinda proud of. hope you enjoy <3

「 ₊˚.༄ 」

“And that’s when I stuffed it in my mouth. No way he’d be able to see it there.” JJ joked, causing the tourons listening to erupt in laughter.

Every single time that there was a kegger thrown at the boneyard, JJ would tell the same story about how Heyward almost caught him smoking weed in Pope’s room.

Having heard it at least 17 times that night, it was easy to say that you were sick of the story that was exaggerated to gain a bigger, better reaction from the crowds listening.

“I’m going to go get a refill.” You excused yourself, removing the arm that JJ had draped around your waistline.

Nodding his head, he continued to explain the story, “It tasted like shit.” You heard his voice slowly mesh with the countless others at the party as you slowly made your way towards John B.

“The guest of honor.” He saluted, throwing his arms up.

You rolled your eyes, “Actually, the guest of honor is over there. I’m just his significant other.” You pointed, watching as John B’s gaze wandered to JJ surrounded by a group of at least 15 tourists.

“Shit. That’s at least 3 more people than last week.” He observed, reaching for the red solo cup that rested in your right hand, refilling it.

“Yeah,” You sighed, “I need to get drunk to hear him tell that damn story again.”

Looking around, you spotted Kie in a mosh-pit like dance circle. You had to admit; she knew how to blow off steam while partying, an attribute you wish you acquired.

“Thanks,” You grabbed the cup back from JB, taking a sip.

“My pleasure.”

Giving John B one last smile, you approached Kiara. She saw you almost immediately and excused herself from the cluster, “What’s wrong?”

Another amazing trait that Kie had was being able to tell when her friends were annoyed, disappointed, sad. Basically any emotion that wasn’t happy.

You didn’t respond, just gestured to where JJ stood. He had at least 4 more people listening to him than the last time that you checked.

Kie shook her head, “He’s telling that dumbass story again, isn’t he?”

“Yup.” You smiled.

“C’mon.” She grabbed your wrist, dragging you into the swarm she exited seconds prior.

Dancing was something that you didn’t do often, acknowledging that you were awful at it but, at least you had rhythm and Kie’s encouragement.

You downed your drink. You would need alcohol coursing through your veins to help you forget about your surroundings.

“I’m getting another drink, want one!?” Kie screeched, trying to be louder than the speaker that was blasting music mere feet away.

“P-Please,” You called out a response then watched as she navigated through the sweaty bodies.

「 ₊˚.༄ 」

Fast forward one hour and you had at least 2 more cups plus a few shots provided by Kie.

“I-I’m like, on cloud nine right now.” You hiccuped, shrugging your shoulders as you laid in the sand next to Pope.

The later it got, the more people filtered in and out of the boneyard. There was still a suitable amount of people, but not nearly as many compared to when the event first started.

“I’ll go get JJ.” You had been talking to Pope for a while and that was the first thing he had said throughout the entire conversation.

“You go do that, bud. I’ll be right here.” You sluggishly replied.

While Pope searched for JJ, you took the time to rest your eyes. Your body was not tired but your eyes were beyond exhausted from walking through clouds of smoke to get to this side of the beach.

“Y/N, what the fuck are you okay?” You shot up instantly, startled.

“Shhhhhh, d-don’t be so loud.” You took a deep breath, “I’m fine, I feel on top of the world.”

“Is she high or drunk?” Pope whispered.

“A mix of both, I dunno,” JJ replied, groaning as he took a seat in the sand next to you.

Pope excused himself from the situation, feeling like he had done his part by letting you blabber on about absolutely nothing for 10 minutes.

“How much did you have to drink?” You rested your head in his lap, looking up at him with the biggest grin.

“Well, I had a little before leaving your meet and greet and then I had like two others with Kie-Kie.” You hummed the chorus of In My Feelings by Drake.

“Meet and Greet?” He questioned.

“Oh and don’t forget the shots.” You added.

“Y/N, stay focused, please. What do you mean by ‘meet and greet’?” He repeated himself.

“Yeah, I was scared shitless that Heyward would notice that I wasn’t speaking.” You mocked, lowering the tone of your voice while throwing your hands up in the air, almost slapping JJ.

“Oh, come on. It’s a funny story, not my fault that people love hearing it. Plus, I don’t tell it that much.” He defended himself, chuckling at your poor imitation of him.

“You told it to the same group of people, twice.” His face turned red, knowing that you had him trapped from the beginning.

“Wait, babe, help me up.” You tapped his shoulder, instantly forgetting about what the two of you were talking about. Inspiration had just hit you like a truck and you couldn’t ignore it.

Walking two feet away, you picked up a bone. It was most likely dragged down by a dog that belonged to a touron.

“I’ve got a bone to pick with you,” You threw the object in his direction, erupting in laughter.

Usually, such a stupid joke would come from him, not you but booze brought out your inner JJ.

“Boo!” He used his hands to amplify the sound, throwing small handfuls of sand in your direction.

“B-babe,” You hiccuped, “Lemme, lemme try again.”

Trotting over to a pile of sticks, you picked up one in your right hand, “Looks like I’m in a sticky situation,”

You cackled, finding the joke hilarious. Again, JJ wasn’t finding it funny, but he gave you the benefit of the doubt, “You’re cute.”

“What can I say except, you’re welcome!” You belted, scaring yourself with your awful singing capabilities.

“Come on, let’s go.” He rolled his eyes playfully, walking over to you, gently wrapping his arms around you so you could walk without losing your footing.

“Wait,” You stopped in your tracks, “Were my jokes really that bad?” You questioned, lip poking out.

“Do you want me to lie or tell the truth?” He joked, turning his head so he didn’t have to see your expression.

“Whatevaaaa.” You scoffed, continuing to walk in the chateau's direction with him.

#jj maybank #jj maybank fic #jj maybank x reader #john b routledge #kiara carrera #pope heyward #sarah cameron #rafe cameron #outer banks imagine #outer banks fic #outer banks #netflix

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liliesoftherain · 4 years

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23. “Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”24. “I can’t believed you talked me into this.” for Deku please

A/N: WOW I’M SORRY, this has been in my ask box forever. I feel terrible, so whoever you are anon, I’M SORRY AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS!

Title: All in the Name of Pranks

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x Reader

23. “Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while...” 24. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

Izuku Midoriya!:

Everyone knew who you were and what you did, you really didn’t bother trying to hide it. So it came as no surprise when you came up to Izuku with a so called ‘plan’, a wicked grin on your lips.

“Please Izuku?”

“I don’t know (y/n)...” You pouted up at him and he knew he was a goner, did you know how hard you had him wrapped around your finger?

“(y-y/n)...” He whined, even though he knew he’d already follow whatever you would do, he hoped that maybe you would decide against it?

“Great! Thanks Izu, let’s get to work!”

Of course that was a stupid hope, it’s like you had pranking in your blood.

You had to do it.

You knew it was wrong, always up to no good, but you honestly couldn’t help yourself. It was so much fun, and all of your pranks were harmless anyways. The only person who didn’t think so was probably your teacher, as well as the main target of tonight's latest joke;

The one and only, the grumpy kid,

Katsuki Bakugou.

You knew your boyfriend wasn’t too comfortable with pranks in general, but you’ve dragged him into things before and you could tell he’s had fun!

You had spoken the plan, and Izuku still looked hesitant but he had agreed to help with the busy work nonetheless. You snuck onto the boys side of the floor, heading to Bakugou’s dorm, knowing he was out training with Kirishima and he wouldn't be back till later.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Izuku whispered, looking around to make sure they wouldn’t get caught as your picked the lock on Katsuki’s door. Years of pranking came in handy after all it seemed.

“Of course, I never back down from a challenge.”

“Sweetie, no one challenged you-”

“Shhhhhh no distractions.”

Izuku couldn’t help but chuckle, you really did look too cute to be upset at. Your tongue was peeking out between your lips, and brows furrowed. You made a noise of triumph as you heard the click of the door, and pushed him inside.

“Let’s get to work! I’ll cover this side of the room if you want to get the other.” You handed Izuku a bunch of sticky note pads, and he looked at them with another laugh.

“Jeez love, how much did you pay for these? You know he’s just going to destroy them..”

“One cannot put a price on a good prank, now hurry babe we have a ton of things to cover!”

You started putting the stickies on any and every surface you could. You wanted the entire room to be covered in these, custom made sticky notes that had “Lord Explosion Murder” printed on them.

You cracked yourself up.

Before long you had managed to cover a decent amount of the room, thanks to Izuku’s help it was going a lot faster than you had planned, but what you hadn’t planned for..

“(y/n)? Are you sure you want to cover his entire bed?”

“I’m positive, the walls and his desk just aren’t enough!”

“Won’t you run out of stickies?”

“I have a ton Izuku.”

“SHUT IT SHITTY HAIR, I’M NOT FUCKING FORGETFUL.”

You and Izuku shared a look of fear, hearing the owner of the room stomp louder till he was right outside the door. You quickly grabbed your boyfriend and rushed him into Bakugou’s closet with you.

“I thought you said we had time!” Izuku panicked, voice barely above a whisper.

“He wasn’t supposed to be here for another hour!” You hissed back, voice matching his as you were trying to shut the closet door as quietly as you could.

“Oh my God, he’s going to find us! Then he’ll murder me! I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

“SH he’ll hear you!”

You close the door and put your hand over Izuku’s mouth just as the front door of the room opened. You held your breath, scared he’d hear your thumping heart and loud breathing. Even though you were nervous, you were so excited because now you were able to see his reaction up front.

“What the fuck?”

You held back your laughs, the slits in the door provided just enough of his face to see how far his jaw had dropped. Dropping your hand from your boyfriend's mouth, you leaned forward to catch a better look.

“What the fuck is this shit!?” You watched as he took a sticky note from the desk and examine it in his hands.

“Lord explosion murder.. Oh those fuckers are going to be murdered alright-SHITTY HAIR DID YOU HELP THOSE DUMBASSES WITH THIS?” He stomped out of the room and you let a snicker out.

Izuku was practically shaking in nerves, not only was he going to get an earful from Katsuki if he found out, but he was hiding in his closet for goodness sake!

“Oh gosh babe we gotta go-” The slamming of the door cut him off as he held his breath, watching Katsuki come back inside with Kirishima.

“Oh dude! This is hilarious, are you sure it was Kaminari?”

“Who the fuck else would it be?”

“Kaminari isn’t this.. Creative though? This level of time and care seems to be too well done to be him bro, I don’t know.”

“... FUCKING (L/N)!”

You smiled up at Izuku who only looked down in fear.

“Here, let’s get this cleaned up before we go alright?”

“Tch. Once I get my hands on that loser loving prankster, I’ll kick some ass.”

The started to remove all the sticky notes, and you felt yourself grow bored.

“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…” Izuku whispered, looking out at the two boys.

“Not if I got anything to say about it.”

“What-”

You opened the door with no cares, acting like if it was your own room to begin with. Katsuki and Eijirou looked over in shock, before Bakugou snarled at you and Kirishima only laughed.

“Hey (l/n), Midoriya!”

“Hi Kirishima! Good to see you.” You greeted, grabbing Izuku’s hand and pulling him out with you.

“DEKU! YOU’RE FUCKING DEAD.” Katsuki darted forward, hands popping threateningly.

“K-Kaachan wait!” Izuku ran out the door, throwing your over his shoulder as he did so.

You laugh your heart out, waving goodbye to the fuming boy as you did. Kirishima held onto him and yelled his goodbyes as Izuku carried you away from the crime scene.

Once far enough away he set you down with a sigh of relief, looking at you with a shake of his head.

“You’re going to be the death of me, I’m pretty sure Kaachan is planning my funeral as we speak.”

You smiled up at him, taking his scarred hand into your own.

“Well I hope that’s not the case, I want a very long and fun life with you.” You pinched his blushing cheek, only causing him to turn even more red.

“I’d like that.. Th-that’s what, uhm, what I want too.” He whispered.

“Good, because I actually was already planning something else to piss him off, I still have a ton of left over stickers and there’s his school desk-”

“(Y/N)!”

Needless to say, he helped you anyways.

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