#dave stutler

[thecabinsixwitch]

“These coils are my life. Two years I'm down here working with them, and they're making their own music and it was lost on me. I was never able to appreciate it until I met you and heard you talking about music on your radio show, and... I'm sappy.”

Dave Stutler • The Sorcerer’s Apprentice (2010)

[ierofrnkk]

he’s literally going in the box

[fictionalnormalcy]

If just The Sorcerer's Apprentice script could be leaked, I could see if

"Sweetheart, you put your faith in the wrong man,"

Was indeed scripted or did they improvise it???

[astraea802]

Happy Disney 100, y'all!

Without them, we wouldn't have these dorks

And a very special shout out to the one who started it all:

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

It's a highway to hell but, oh the things we do for love - Masterlist

This fic is a Greek mythology au. This fic includes: betrayal, attempted human sacrifice, violence, choking, character death, cursing, forced marriage, mentions of nightmares, references to Greek mythology, enemies to lovers, and manipulation.

The fic title is a combination of two song titles. One of the song titles is Highway to Hell by AC/DC and the other song title is The Things We Do For Love by 10cc.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

[dave-stutler]

INTRODUCTION

My name is David Stutler, I’m 20-years-old, and I know a lot about molecules and physics and other stuff like that! That totally sucked UGHH-

NO NSFW topics! Cause that stuff makes me uncomfortable! Do NOT talk to me if you are a NSFW blog! (Also makes mod uncomfortable /OOC)

Trying to rebuild my life after that whole Arcana Cabana thing.. Don’t ask about it because I won’t talk about it, I do NOT want to talk about it.

I am bisexual, and single at the moment, if you care about that sort of thing..

Hope we can be friends! Stutler, signing off!

((Notes under the cut! /OOC))

- This Dave takes place before the whole sorcerer thing comes back to him..

- Despite Dave being from The Sorcerer’s Apprentice, anyone from any fandom can interact with him! Including OCs! ^^

- Owner of RP account: @inaratcage !

[artblooger19moon]

The Sorcerer’s Apprentice

Dave Stutler (Jay Baruchel) is just an average guy, but the wizard Balthazar Blake (Nicolas Cage) sees in him a hidden talent for sorcery. He becomes Balthazar's reluctant protege, getting a crash course in the art of magic. As Dave prepares to help his mentor defend Manhattan from a powerful adversary (Alfred Molina), he wonders if he can survive the training, save the city and find his true love.

[stuckinaratcage]

Hi uhh whoever sees this should TOTALLY go check out my Dave Stutler RP account! (Not forcing!)

Anyone can interact, so go ask him a question or offer a rp! (Read the introduction first..)

The account: @dave-stutler !

[arsenicalbronzeworks]

Don't Need Another Perfect Lie Sorcerer's Apprentice (2010) Chapters: 1/12

Teen and Up Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply Becky Barnes/Dave Stutler, Balthazar Blake/Veronica Gorloisen, Maxim Horvath/Morgana le Fay (past) i wrote this for me and you can read it if you like, Mind Control

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Mr. Horvath settles onto the couch beside her, ignoring her as he straightens a red thread between his hands. A silver medallion dangles from the end as he wraps it around the cane, threading it methodically around one of the points of the five-pointed star in the middle. Becky can only watch, pulse pounding in her ears. He ties off the red thread before rising, making the couch cushion shift underneath her. "I do believe Dave and Balthazar are on their way up. Shall we see how valuable you are to him?" Balthazar? Dave's been acting weirder and weirder for days- trying to get her out of the lab even after he'd invited her there, trying to keep her away from his uncle, acting so strange when she'd showed up last night- He's not his uncle. He's bringing Dave up to kill him.

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Part 1 of maxim, balthazar, and berenike

[ierofrnkk]

my babygirl from day one and nothing will ever change that

[ssaseaprince]

If I had a nickel for every time Nicholas Cage was part of a high-speed chase against a giant truck with a younger brunette nerd I'd have two nickels, which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

It's a highway to hell but, oh the things we do for love (7)

This fic is a Greek mythology au. This fic includes: betrayal, attempted human sacrifice, violence, choking, character death, cursing, forced marriage, mentions of nightmares, references to Greek mythology, enemies to lovers, and manipulation. It gets a bit suggestive at the end.

Tagging: @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky, @greep215

Chapter 7

The day of your coronation as Queen of the Underworld dawned like any other.  The only indicators that this day was an important one were the suits of armour scuttling around ensuring that each and every one of the king’s demands for the coronation were met, the constant influx of guests that were arriving in the underworld and the decorations that Abigail, Dave, and Drake had arranged all throughout the underworld.

Word had spread quickly throughout the underworld about Minthe’s fate and your coronation.  Abigail was among the first to hear about Minthe’s fate and the second that she learned the news, she attached herself to your side and refused to be parted from you. 

Speaking of the goddess, Hades had called her into the throne room and had informed her that she was for all intents and purposes, grounded for tearing out a page from one of his books.  Abigail was still permitted to paint but for the next two weeks, she was banned from using magic unless Hades was present.  The goddess sniffled and had pleaded with the god to lighten her punishment with teary eyes but the god had remained firm.

Dave had loaned you some incredibly ancient scrolls that contained instructions on how to master powers and you found it very easy to chat to the older god due to the fact that he had become a god later than Abigail had and there were a few things that you two had in common.

Thanatos was perhaps the most surprising when the news about Minthe and your coronation reached his ears.  He eyed you with wonder (after ensuring that the story about Minthe was true) and then it was like a switch in him had been flicked.  Thanatos stated that you had “earned the right to call me by my mortal name, Drake.”  He also regaled you with tales about him discovering that he had magic before he journeyed into the underworld.

Of the three of them, Drake was the first to journey into the underworld and become Thanatos.  You learnt that he studied magic under Hades and he followed his mentor into the underworld.  You were tempted to ask Drake whether or not he knew what Hades’ mortal name was but you quashed that impulse.  If your time with Drake had taught you anything, it was that Hades would reveal his mortal name when he chose to.

Heavy clanging sounds brought you back into the present and you paused mid-step in the middle of your quarters.  With a dry laugh, you noted the fact that you had been pacing without realising it.  The door to your quarters swung open just as you decided it would be a good idea to run your hands down your coronation outfit and smooth out any creases.

Dave stood on the other side of your door with an impish smile, “Figured you’d prefer a godly escort rather than a tin metal one.”

You shook your head with a smile at the god’s antics once the realisation sunk in that he had used his powers to trick you.  You walked towards him and when you were close enough, Dave held out his arm.  After looping your arm through his, he escorted you through the halls and to the throne room. 

It didn’t take the two of you very long to reach your destination however, just as you spotted the familiar doors to the throne room, Dave drew to a stop and pulled you to the side, out of sight of the crowd, and looked at you seriously, “You won’t be doing this alone.  Take it one step at a time.”

“How did you know what I was thinking?”

“I’ve been where you are.” Dave pointed to himself, “My introduction to the court went pretty well if you ignore the fact that I set the king’s throne on fire.”

Laughter burst out of you as you looked at the god, “You have to tell me the story someday.”

“We’ll have all the time in the underworld after the ceremony.”

Feeling a little more at ease and with a grin on your face you assured the god that you were ready.

Dave led you through the doors and into the throne room.  The throne room was so lavishly decorated that for a minute, you thought you were attending a wedding back on Earth.  Then the guests turned to face you and Dave and you spied a wide variety of demons and other beings from different sections of the underworld.

Your breath hitched as you noticed Hades sitting in his throne at the end of the aisle.  As you approached, he rested his arms on the armrests of his throne and rose gracefully to his feet to greet you and Dave.  Your eyes traced his profile pausing to admire the way he looked in his black ceremonial suit.  Atop his suit, he wore a wrap and the two pieces of the wrap were fastened together by a round silver clip which rested on his left shoulder.

It felt like there was a better word to describe the clothing on top of Hades’ suit but you couldn’t think of it.  Then, without warning, the word appeared in your mind as if it had been there all along. 

“Himation.  It’s a himation.”

Dave stopped again.  This time you withdrew your arm from his and made your way up the stairs to stand opposite Hades on the dais.  The god held out his hands and with no hesitation, you placed your hands in his.  

The god squeezed them and warmth pooled in your stomach at the god’s act of kindness and reassurance.  Hades turned away from you and faced the pathway that you and Dave had walked up.  You moved your head in time to see Dave retreat several steps when he saw Drake and Abigail making their way up the aisle.

Abigail was dressed in a black and green chiton with flickering torches across her sleeves and neckline.  In her outstretched hands sat a smaller version of Hades’ crown.  However there were a few differences between Hades’ crown and your crown.

Your crown.

Somehow thinking the words made this ceremony feel all the more real.

The crown that Abigail was carefully carrying wasn’t made up entirely of gold nor did it have a ruby in the centre like Hades’ did.  This crown was made up of three very different metals.  The majority of the crown was made up of silver moonstone.  The moonstone made up about half of the crown.  The next metal that you noticed was dull silver and your eyebrows drew together when you noticed the symbols on it.  One of the symbols was the head of Medusa and the other was an upside-down anchor with a crustacean at the top of the symbol.  The upside-down anchor also had the letter A on the left-hand side of it.  The last portion of the crown was made up of bronze.

Drake walked three paces behind Abigail.  He stood tall and his clothing was similar to Hades’ although you noticed that Drake had added frosted tips to his hair, eyeliner under his eyes and he was wearing knee high boots that made him look taller than normal.

You knelt as Abigail approached the dais with the crown and you obeyed the instinct that told you to keep your eyes on Abigail while she placed the crown on your head.  The crown was lighter than you expected yet it thrummed with power and responsibility.

“Since I’ve known you the longest, my part of the crown is the biggest.  Dave and Drake added bits to the crown too.” Abigail whispered.

“I love it,” you uttered, matching her volume.

Climbing to your feet, you returned to standing opposite Hades.  This time you were the first to offer your hands to the god.  With a reverent expression, Hades placed one of his hands in yours and gripped it tightly.  He showed you the palm of his other hand and unspoken, a black speck appeared in it.  As you watched, more black specks appeared on Hades’ hand.  The black specks rose to join the others and at the same time, all of the black specks rose into the air.  They swirled around each other building up speed. 

You blinked and the specks sped towards each other at a speed that you didn’t know was possible.  The specks merged together creating a black pomegranate that fell back into the god’s palm.  With another unspoken command, the pomegranate was divided into quarters, allowing you to glimpse the reddish flesh that lay inside.

Hades searched your face for any signs of hesitation.  When he found none, he used his grip on your hand to pull you forwards and place one of the pomegranate quarters between your parted lips.  You bit down on the quarter and the juices from the fruit flowed into your mouth.  It was richer than anything you had ever tasted before but there was an underlying sweetness to the fruit. 

“If a pomegranate isn’t a perfect metaphor for the underworld, I don’t know what is.”

You swallowed the quarter and then Hades fed you the next one.  This continued until all quarters of the fruit were gone.  Hades’ finger grazed your lip and for a moment, it felt like the two of you were the only ones that were in the room.   In this moment, you knew that you were seeing the man behind the god again, just like when Abigail had taught you to navigate the corridors of the underworld after her nightmare.   The way he gazed at you with such intensity made you wonder why you considered leaving him and the underworld behind. 

Hades’ eyes lingered on your lips which unbeknownst to you had been stained red from the juices of the pomegranate.  His finger left your bottom lip and traced a soft path until it rested on your chin.  You registered additional pressure around your chin and realised that Hades was gripping your chin with his thumb and forefinger.  Your heart started pounding as Hades dipped his head and pressed his mouth to yours in a forceful and dominating kiss.

You had no idea how long the kiss lasted for but when Hades broke the kiss and moved a tiny amount away from you, you glimpsed many emotions swirling in his gaze.   You were able to identify pride, love, admiration, and a glimmer of lust before he released your chin and grasped your hand again.  The god then used his grip on your hand to turn you so that you were both facing the assembled crowd.

“Behold the Queen of the Underworld!” He commanded and the room erupted in cheers and applause.  The loudest of the cheers and clapping came from Abigail, Drake, and Dave.  Drake even stuck two of his fingers in his mouth and whistled a couple of times but after a disapproving look from Hades, Drake withdrew his fingers, cleaned them with a hanky that he conjured, stuck the hanky in his pocket and continued to clap and cheer loudly.

Hades let go of your hand and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side tightly.

“Look at your subjects.”  He ordered.

“They are your subjects as well Hades,” you reminded him.

“Maxim.”  He corrected.

You frowned at the god that you were happy to call your husband, “I’m sorry?”

“When I was human my name was Maxim Horvath.”  He lowered his head so that his lips grazed your ear.  These words were for you and you alone, “I haven’t used that name in quite some time but I would have no objection if you were to scream the first part of it when you and I are alone together in our new quarters.”

[fictionalnormalcy]

I still go nuts in thinking about:

"Oh sweetheart. You put your faith in the wrong man."

Jay Baruchel: *exists*

Alfred Molina: *feels the aggressive need to call him a pet name*

[bayjaruchel]

Whoops

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Pairing: Dave Stutler/AFAB Reader

Rating: Explicit

Summary: You haven't seen Dave — your best friend — in a while, so you decide to pay him a visit. (4.4k) (originally posted on ao3)

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It was true that Dave got busy sometimes, with his classes and all. You didn't mind not seeing your best friend for a couple of days; it wasn't like you'd die without his semi-awkward presence. (Even if it sure felt like it sometimes, due to your incredible fondness for him that probably wasn't as platonic as it should've been.) 

However, this time, it'd been a solid week with absolutely no word from him. True, he'd given you the bare minimum of a heads-up. Some big project he had to bury himself in. But, seriously, he couldn't even bother to text? It bugged you. 

That was why you were here, outside his apartment, with the spare key in one hand and some leftovers in the other. You knew Dave well. When he was focused on something, he didn't think about much else. If your intuitions were correct, he was probably living off of stale chips right now. 

After turning the key in the lock, you stepped inside what could be described as a bachelor pad. Bennett was nowhere to be seen, which was a little sad since you did genuinely enjoy his company. Even if he was a little intense sometimes, who wasn't? He was friendly, usually greeting you from his normal perch on the couch. As your gaze darted to said (ugly) couch, you couldn't help but wonder what he was up to absentmindedly. 

You weren't here for him, though. So, you proceeded down the hallway to Dave's room. 

His door was closed. No surprise there, considering his current debacle. Probably wanted to work undisturbed. You felt a small pang of guilt upon the realization that you were disturbing him — but it was for a good cause, so you mentally shrugged it off, reaching for the doorknob. He probably wouldn't mind the company. 

That was when you heard it. 

A sound. It was quiet, but your ears still picked up on it. Almost like a … sigh? Not quite, though. You paused where you stood for a moment, unsure. 

Maybe Dave was just getting frustrated over something related to his project. Yeah, that was probably it. You reached for the doorknob again, not wanting to delay your grand entrance any further. 

And then. You heard something else. But it wasn't the sigh again. This time — and you clearly heard it, so you knew you couldn't be mistaken — it was a distinct whisper of your name. 

Was he … ? 

No. He couldn't be. No, he was just — well, you didn't know what he was doing, but it couldn't be that. You were going to walk in, give him the leftovers, and he'd thank you, probably looking like he hadn't slept in a week because he hadn't. That was what would happen, and you really didn't know why you were standing outside of his door, listening like some sort of … pervert. What was there to listen to, anyway? 

You opened the door, expecting to see Dave hunched over his laptop, eyebags a dull shade of purple. 

But. 

You didn't even register what you saw in its entirety. Instead, you processed it in little bits, like a bad Baz Luhrmann quick-cut montage. 

He was seated on his bed. Legs spread. Flushed a lovely pink. Head tilted backward; mouth opened in an almost pornographic, perfect 'O' —

You knew you shouldn’t be looking — but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him — cock flushed in his hand, a bead of precum at the tip that you suddenly had the urge to lick off. And as you kept looking, face heating up in an instant, he moaned again, in an almost pained-sounding tone. Under his breath, almost like a plea, he murmured something once more as his head lolled to the side. 

It was your name. Again. 

He was jerking off … to you. 

Regretfully, you dropped the plastic container of leftovers, which landed with a gentle thud just loud enough to alert Dave to your presence. 

His eyes flew open, and he scrambled backward, sending his sheets flying in the frantic process of covering himself. "Oh — oh my god! I — " Now his face was a flaming red, and it wasn't because of his previous activities. "I - I'm so sorry, oh my god, I should've noticed you, shit, shit— " 

You were speechless for a few moments, and he took that as a bad thing, bunching up the blankets in his fists. "... Shit. Okay. This is really, really bad," he muttered, more to himself than you, "Man, I couldn't even hear the front door open? Oh, god, this has got to be some sort of nightmare — " He made a couple of unintelligible noises, before raising his volume. 

" Uh." Refusing to make eye contact, he firmly fixed his eyes on one of his many posters. "You're … Probably mad at me. I'm sorry." 

A pause, which you didn't know how to fill. 

"You … " Dave just looked ashamed. Like he wanted to sink through the floor and never come back up again. You were all too familiar with that look, and it made your heart sink, despite your current situation. " … Overheard, right?" Utterly defeated, he lowered his gaze to his lap. 

Still in mild shock, you finally managed to speak. " … Yeah." 

"Shit." Burying his face in his hands, he seemed unable to look directly at you. 

You couldn't think of anything to say. The silence hung heavy in the air. 

Eventually, Dave broke it. His voice was muffled, but he still sounded completely embarrassed. 

"Well … I guess there's no use keeping it hidden now." He exhaled sharply before he dropped the second bombshell of the night that you probably should've seen coming. 

"I have … I've had feelings for you. Okay? Like, more-than-friendship feelings." Another sigh, and he pressed his face further into his palms, sounding increasingly self-deprecating. "It's stupid. Really. But I … I couldn't help it. It just happened." 

Voice trembling, Dave sounded almost helpless. Lost. "... I didn't want to tell you this way, okay? I had this whole, um, thing prepared about how much you mean to me, and … stuff like that, but … " He laughed, weakly. "There you go, I guess. You can go ahead and reject me now." 

"What?" You couldn't help but interject in disbelief. 

"It's fine, really." Dave's hands slid down an inch to reveal tired eyes. "No hard feelings. I get it. You only see me as a friend, I'm like a brother to you, etc. Whatever reasoning you have, it's okay. I get it." 

"But— " 

"Really!" He was almost hysterical at this point. "It's fine! I understand! If I walked in on something like this, I'd be pretty freaked out too, okay? Because—" 

"Hey— " 

"— right, it's super weird, and I really should've noticed but I was, uh, distracted — Jesus, that's not the point— " 

"Would you let me speak?" You interrupted, maybe a bit louder than you initially intended. 

But, he did shut up. And so you took the opportunity provided. 

"Who said I was going to reject you?" 

This time, it was his turn to gape, hands dropping into his lap, awkward ramblings fading into open surprise. It took him a little while to process the meaning of your statement, but when he did; you noticed his ears were a very unmistakable pink. The rest of his face was, too. But this time, he wasn't trying to hide it. That might've been because of his obvious bewilderment, though. 

He raised his fist to his mouth, clearing his throat.  

"Um, me?" 

You couldn't help but snort. "You're an idiot." 

Dave grimaced. "I probably deserve that." 

"No, it's not what you think." Picking up the fallen box of leftovers, you placed it on his dresser. Turning back to face him, you felt your heart beat faster. "Dave." 

"Yes?" He looked to be preparing himself for the worst. 

"I'm not going to reject you, because … " You took a steadying breath.  "I feel the same way." 

He inhaled, sharply. And then his tone dropped. Softly. 

"You do?" 

You moved a little closer to him, and when he made no move to scooch backward on his bed, you gingerly sat on the edge of the mattress farthest away from him. "Yeah," you replied, equally as hushed. "I do." 

His previous uncertainty slowly faded into relief, tension bleeding from his shoulders. Letting go of the sheets, which he'd been strangling with white-knuckled fists, he smoothed out his hair a little. Not that it'd do much, since his curls had a mind of their own. 

"Wow," he said at last, corners of his mouth curving upwards in a smile that made your chest swoop. "You do." 

"Right," you answered, beaming. 

For a second, you just looked at one another.

Ultimately, you weren't sure who leaned in or reached out first — but your brain only registered his lips on yours, and his thumb gently tracing your cheek. You'd only imagined what kissing him would feel like — and those were some pretty good feats of imagination — but even though he was slightly clumsy and inexperienced, this blew all of your idle daydreams out of the water. 

When you parted, Dave was staring at you like you were the most gorgeous thing he'd ever seen. He opened his mouth — probably to say something profound, meaningful— but decided against it, and instead kissed you again. Not like you were complaining, anyway; you were at a loss for words yourself. 

At first, you kissed slowly. Sweetly. Passionately. Making up for lost time, you supposed. You were content, of course, because you'd already wanted this for so long. He was a quick learner, though, and within more than a few minutes had lost the touch of awkwardness he'd initially possessed. The hand on your cheek moved to cradle the back of your head, pulling you closer. You couldn't help threading your fingers through his hair, and he sighed into your mouth. 

Soon, though, it became clear that neither of you would be content with just slow kissing. And before long, you were practically making out with your best friend on his bed. He returned whatever you gave him, making little enthusiastic sounds now and then that did nothing but fuel your rising need. 

That, and the fact that when you shuffled closer to wrap your arms around his neck, his cock pressed against your thigh. 

He hissed immediately, eyes snapping open. " Oh - " 

"Look at that," you couldn't help but smirk. "Hello." 

Reluctantly, he looked up at you, bottom lip caught between his teeth. His pupils were blown wide, his lips red and slightly swollen. The sight alone was enough to make you intensely aware of your own … predicament. But not enough to make you lose focus. 

"Hi," he muttered shyly, and you could tell from just that word that he was already worked up. 

Smiling, you couldn't help but glance downward to see what you were working with; he squirmed a little when he noticed what you were doing. Upon quick observation, you assumed he was of average length and girth. But what he perhaps lacked in uniqueness, he made up for with the fact that he had a very pretty cock. You knew it would feel perfect inside you — but that was for another day. Now, though … 

"You wanna keep kissing?" Keeping your arms where they were, you didn't make a single move. 

He swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing. "Yes," he breathed, "I'd — I'd like that." 

Dave seemed to like it when you licked into his mouth, legs gradually spreading just enough to fit you between his thighs. After your whispered insistence, his hands began to stray from just above your neck and eventually landed firmly on your waist. Even though his grip was strong, you detected that his fingers were trembling slightly. 

His breath hitched when you guided him to pull your shirt off, though he was a little reluctant to let you when you moved to help him out of his. But, he did let you eventually, allowing you a good few moments to rake your eyes over his slim torso before he leaned in to kiss you again, hands wandering over your bare back. Almost reverently, in how gentle his touch was. 

Although you were just as enraptured with his lips as he was with yours, you weren't oblivious to the little shivery motions he was making with his hips. Even though part of your brain was screaming at you to push him over and give him everything you had, you were also determined not to touch him where he needed it most until he made it clear that he wanted you to. 

It seemed that would be soon, after all, based on the near- whine he let out when you playfully nipped his lower lip. And you were right, of course, because not even five seconds later —

He leaned back just enough to break the kiss, with a wet sound that shouldn't have been as satisfying as it was. He wasn't quite panting yet, but he was getting there; you could practically feel the warm puffs of his breath, and almost instinctively you lowered your hands to loosely wrap around the back of his neck. 

Dave shivered, and his tongue darted out to nervously wet his lips, even though they were nowhere near dry. When he spoke, he sounded … bashful, but there was still an underlying layer of urgency, like the hardness still settled against your clothed inner thigh. "Uh," he murmured, flushing deeper, "can you …?" 

This was too good. Maybe it was a bit cruel of you to keep teasing him, but you were sure anybody in your position would understand your thought process. 

"Can I … what?" You stayed where you were. 

He gave you a look that could only be described as a pout. 

Cute as it was, he hadn't yet elaborated on what exactly he wanted out loud, and so, again, you didn't move. Finally, he seemed to understand what game you were playing, and let out a long sigh, pursing his lips. 

"Can you touch me?" He said under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear. And then, he added a soft "... Please?" 

You smiled, inner sadist appeased. "Gladly." 

Moving your gaze back downward — oh, you wished you could take more time in mapping out the rest of his body, from the slight fuzz on his thighs to the faint freckles on his shoulders — but you'd assumed the amount of petting you'd exchanged was almost more than he could take. For now. 

Still, you knew you couldn't just reach out and grab it, even if that was probably what he wanted. 

Delicately, you traced down his torso, down over the thin line of dark hair leading down to coarser strands. Down to where he wanted you. When you made contact just below his stomach, his abdominal muscles involuntarily clenched. You smiled, ignoring his cock for a second to thumb indulgently at his soft inner thighs. 

He liked that, too. 

He liked it most, however, when you finally wrapped a hand around him. 

Dave's breath escaped in a shuddery gasp, hips lifting just a touch. "Oh, God— " 

You didn't have much in the way of lube, so you couldn't go too fast. But he seemed to be enjoying himself, and the firm yet gentle strokes you were giving him. He enjoyed it enough that you noticed he was biting his lip again; probably in an attempt to keep any noises from escaping. It was understandable, but not something you wanted. 

"C'mon," you murmured, "I wanna hear you, okay? You were just fine earlier." Encouragingly, you thumbed over his tip. "Wanna hear that you're feeling good." 

"Okay," he breathed, "okay." 

You moved a little closer, watching him almost hungrily. You hadn't exactly expected him to be a master in bed, but not to this degree. Yeah, he wasn't smooth and tended to flee at the worst times. But you hadn't thought he'd fall apart this easily in your hands. 

He let out a long, drawn-out sigh that pitched up into an almost inaudible whimper when you twisted your wrist. Speeding up a little, but not too much for fear of creating too much friction, you did it again. His eyes fluttered shut as he made a quiet, choked noise, hips twitching upwards into your grip. 

You were quickly growing impatient, and after a few more minutes, you paused your movements and withdrew your hand. 

Dave's eyes flew open immediately, and he looked rather distraught. "Wh - why'd you stop?" He protested weakly, and you were only a tiny bit ashamed to admit you were proud of being the reason for his current state. 

Without skipping a beat, you spit into your palm and then offered it to him. 

"Go on. Spit." 

After he looked at you, confused, you raised your eyebrows. "I don't want to hurt you — and I'm assuming you don't have lube." 

His already-present flush darkened. "Ye - yeah, you're right. Um … " Hesitating, he lowered his head and then did as you said. You caught his grimace as he straightened back up, and couldn't help but snort. 

"Don't worry, I'll remember to bring some next time." 

"Oh, okay — wait, next ti—?" 

Dave's words devolved into a moan as you began pumping him again. " — Oh, ohh — '' 

This time, with the added slick, you could actually get somewhere. It was your turn to bite your lip as you observed— his mouth fell open, so pink and inviting, and you couldn't help but lean in to kiss him. He reciprocated eagerly, and you gratefully took in every noise he made, muffled against your lips. His hand reached up to cup your cheek again, his palm warm against your flushed skin. 

Again, you were aware of the potential mess you'd make in your underwear, but that was hardly important right now. Dave was taking everything you were giving him, and beautifully at that. You just had to tell him so, and you did, whilst pressing open-mouthed kisses down the side of his neck. 

He liked that a lot. He also liked when you nipped, gently— his answering gasp pitched up into another whimper, and you felt yourself throb. 

You stayed where you were, nose against his jugular as you continued jacking him off. "That's good?" You asked breathlessly, aware that you were losing your composure, but not doing much to stop it from happening. 

"Ye - yees," he panted, eyes half-lidded, "so, so — nnh — good — " 

"Were you already close when I walked in?" Not like you couldn't already tell, from how his slit was starting to dribble pre-cum — maybe he'd even been edging himself, there was too much for that not to be the case — but you wanted to hear him say it. You rubbed over his tip, relishing in the small whine it earned you. 

"I — " The hand against your jaw drew you closer to his neck, and you obliged, firmly kissing the same spots that had made him squirm before. He tilted his head backward to give you easier access. "Ye - yeah, I was — mhh — close, yeah — " A breathy noise, and his eyes squeezed shut. "Ohfuckplease — " 

"Please what?" You asked sweetly, before lightly scraping your teeth down to the divot between his neck and shoulder. 

Dave shuddered. "Please … please, I wanna … " His hand found the back of your head, pulling you closer, urging you to continue. "I wanna cum, please, let me— " 

You let out a small sound yourself, at the implication that you were entirely in control. He would finish all over his chest if you let him; desperation palpable, he was starting to thrust up into your fist. "Pleasepleaseplease," he murmured, "fuck, aah— don't stop— " 

As good as he sounded, you weren't done with him yet. There were a lot of things you wanted to do to Dave, but there was one thing specifically that you could do right now. So, you let go. His expression was priceless — and made you feel a little bad — dismay mixed with almost pathetic desperation shouldn't have been as hot as it was.

"Th - that's not fair," he whined, voice shaky, hips twitching up into nothing — "I literally just — I was so close—" 

"I know," you cooed, pressing an apologetic peck to his ruddy cheek. "But listen, okay? I'll make it up to you in a sec." 

It wasn't until you guided him to sit on the edge of the bed and sank to your knees between his trembling thighs that he realized what you meant. His lips parted soundlessly, and he looked down at you with a mix of apprehension and reverence. 

"A - are you sure?" He stammered as you kissed up his inner thigh. "I — that can't be comfortable for your knees, I should've gotten you a pillow or— " 

His prioritization of you made your heart ache, but his babbling wasn't really what you wanted to hear. The carpet was pretty fluffy, after all, and you had a feeling that you wouldn't be down here for long. Without much more hesitation, you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, and slid the tip into your mouth. 

Dave's reaction was instant — a high-pitched exclamation that lowered into a moan as you gradually took more of him. You were grateful he wasn't too big; just thick enough that your mouth stretched a little to fit. His hands hovered awkwardly for a moment, but you sighed appreciatively as he tentatively placed one behind your head.  

You looked up at him after maybe half a minute, and he already looked gone. His eyes were shut tightly, mouth open — brow furrowed, he whimpered unabashedly as you swirled your tongue around him, determined to suck him to completion. Every so often, his thighs jerked, as if he was holding back from fucking into your mouth. 

Wrapping your hand around him again, you pulled off for a moment to breathe, before leaning in to mouth at his slit. All the while, you kept fisting his cock. 

Although you weren't the most aware of how much time had passed, you registered when he was close again — cupping his balls, lightly stroking his perineum. Pleas kept falling from his swollen lips as if he couldn't help it. 

"Ohh —" he whined, finally, "I'm gonna — gonna— " 

You felt him tense before he let out a long moan, followed by a few short ah, ah, ahs as you let him cum onto his stomach. His face contorted in pleasure, cock twitching as spurts of cum landed just below his heaving chest. 

Letting him ride it out, you stroked him gently until he was finished, pink-faced and satisfied. 

He let out a long sigh, smiling down at you. 

"Jeez." 

Only wincing a little, you got up and sat next to him. He instinctively went in for a kiss, but you backed away, snickering. "Hey, I just sucked your dick." 

"Don't care," he frowned, "kiss me." 

And how could you say no? He didn't even flinch when your lips met his, enthusiastically reciprocating the sweet, ridiculously passionate display of affection. In what would probably become a future habit, he thumbed your cheekbone after you parted. 

Suddenly, he was concerned again. "Wait." 

"What?" You blinked at him. "Something wrong?" 

Dave shook his head quickly. "No, no — well, maybe? I guess? I just— " He raised his other hand to cup your face. "I - I wanna …" 

Patiently, you asked again. "What?" 

"You didn't … You didn't cum, right?" His cheeks, though they were still flushed, darkened ever so slightly. "It's only fair if I … y'know, reciprocate, right?" 

You had to admit, you were a bit surprised. You'd expected him to collapse onto the bed and fall asleep right there. There wasn't anything wrong with that, not in the slightest. But his offer … You were suddenly aware of your pulse, throbbing within your sex. Nothing a little bathroom visit couldn't fix, but again, if he was willing to … 

The next few minutes were a blur. You had made it clear that you were okay with him just using his hand, but he'd insisted. And so, you'd repositioned yourself where he'd been earlier, and it was his turn to lower himself onto the ground. 

What he lacked in experience, he made up with sheer enthusiasm— taking you into his mouth, he sucked and licked almost feverishly, groaning at your taste. You were already worked up, so it wasn't long before you were threading your fingers through his curls, sighing as he found your most sensitive spots.

You apologized after the first time you accidentally pulled at his hair, but his answering whimper told all. 

Before long, you were cumming, and he seemed more than content to take it all, mouthing at you through one of the most intense orgasms of your life. 

Once you'd come down from your high, his lips were on yours again. Tasting yourself on him made you sigh into his mouth, eyelids suddenly heavy. 

"We should get cleaned up," you murmured, eyes flicking down his torso. "Or … I should clean you up. With a towel or something." 

A moment, in which neither of you moved. 

"Let's go together," he announced. And so you did. 

After wiping him off, and getting some water, you settled into his bed. It was dark out, the faint sounds of the city coming from outside the window. Drowsily, you tucked yourself into his bare chest, and he wrapped an arm around you. Despite his lean frame, he was warm. Very much so. You enjoyed the feeling of his body next to yours. 

"Does this mean we're dating?" Dave asked abruptly. 

You gave him a look, but he just shrugged the best he could in his position. "I don't know. Maybe this is, like, a friends-with-benefits situation? A — uh, what's the word? Fuckbuddies? I mean, really, it's up to you and whatever you want— " 

" I want to date you," you emphasized. "God damn it, I want to take you out and do all that mushy couple stuff." 

He was silent for a second, and then you both lapsed into quiet giggles. 

After he'd recovered, his eyes softened, leaning over to kiss your forehead. 

"I'm glad we're on the same page," he whispered. "You have no idea how happy I am right now." 

You fell asleep like that. Comfortably, tangled under his wrinkled sheets. You'd imagined this countless times, but that couldn't compare to the reality of the situation — Dave had pined for you, just like how you'd probably been pining for him since the sixth grade. 

The leftovers still sat on his dresser. 

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Nonsensical Soulmark

I’ve had this idea in my head for a little while even though this isn’t a character I typically write for, but as Ducky has recently decided she likes “The Sorcerer’s Apprentice”, I’ve been getting a lot of ideas for one Maxim Horvath. So here you go! *Familiar Characters are not mine!*

Story: In a world where you have your soulmate’s age on your skin until you meet them, you are puzzled by your own mark. Not a number. A question mark. 

Warnings: Soulmate AU(surprise, surprise), angsty-ish. Open to writing a 2nd part. Not a normal fandom for me to write for.

Pairings: reader(written with fem! in mind, but no fem!pronouns were used), Maxim Horvath, Balthazar Blake x Veronica(mentioned), Dave Stutler.

When you reached a certain age, a number was supposed to appear on your skin. The number was supposedly the age your soulmate would be when you met them and it appeared in the first place your soulmate would touch your skin. The fact that your mark was on your wrist didn't faze you. What did bother you was the fact that your mark was…different. Instead of a number, you had a question mark glaring back up at you from your skin.

         It made absolutely no sense. How could the universe NOT know how old your soulmate would be when you met them? Your best friend, Dave, had been lucky. He met his soulmate at the ripe old age of ten. Granted, that was a rough time for him, but he had recently reconnected with her and things seemed to be going well aside from his new friend, Balthazar.

         You didn't care what Dave told everyone; that man was NOT his uncle. He wasn't your soulmate either. He had touched you, but it was the wrong wrist. Not that it mattered. You really didn't want for him to be your soulmate. He irritated you and he was most definitely not your type. You hoped your soulmate was nothing like Balthazar. And it seemed your hopes would be realized when you met him.

         Dave had asked you take Tank for a walk since he had been so busy with Balthazar. You'd reluctantly agreed so now you were entering Dave's "secret lab" of sorts to pick up the canine. You froze on the spot when you saw Balthazar being pinned to one of Dave's contraptions by, seemingly nothing. Two other people looked up at you and for a moment, it felt like a never ending staring contest.

         You completely ignored the Depeche Mode wannabe in favor of staring into the deep, dark eyes of the older gentlemen. Electricity crackled between you as you stared at one another. Then, as quickly as everything froze, chaos broke loose again.

         The feeling of moving against your will made you nauseous. You couldn't even process the fact that you were floating through the air toward the older gentleman you'd been gazing at. As soon as you were close to him, he grabbed your wrist. His grip wasn't tight. Only tight enough you couldn't get away. Without thinking, your hand came up of its own free will and smacked him across the face.

         His head whipped to the side and your eyes widened. You hadn't meant to do that. You weren't usually a violent person. But what surprised you more was that, as he turned back to you, something shimmered around his face. When the shimmering stopped you were greeted with sight of your name across his cheek. You gasped rather loudly as you registered that your felt like your wrist was on fire.

         The man dropped your wrist and whatever had been holding you up suddenly let go, sending you to the floor. That didn't faze you however as you instantly picked your hand up to look at your wrist. Sure enough, in place of the ridiculous question mark, there was now a name. Maxim Horvath.

         To your surprise, Balthazar began chuckling. You swung your eyes over to him for a moment. "Seems like your soulmark was right after all, wasn't it, Horvath?" The other gentleman, Maxim, glared at Balthazar with a venom you'd never seen before. The two of them continued a conversation that confused you. Something about a woman. As much as you didn't want it to hurt, it was clear Maxim wasn't happy about finding his soulmate.

         The next thing you knew, Maxim and his crony were leaving. His dark eyes met your gaze for a brief moment before he left. If you hadn't known better,  you could have sworn he looked guilty. Dave was at your side. "You okay?" You shook your head as tears began to fall. "No, David. I'm not freaking okay! All this time. All this time thinking the universe was against me and sure enough, I was right! I just met my soulmate and he wants NOTHING to do with me! Not to mention the weird crap that just happened right in front of me! When the hell were you going to tell me you went to Hogwarts, Dave?!" Dave laughed softly, shaking his head while Balthazar looked unimpressed.

         "Horvath has been looking for you for a long time," Balthazar interjected, earning a glare from you. You really didn't like that man. "I'm sorry, did you see the way he looked at me?" Balthazar nodded.

         "I did. His soulmark stopped making sense a long time ago for him so he set his sights on Veronica, a friend of us both and my soulmate. When Veronica inevitably chose me over him, Horvath's heart was broken. He tried every way possible to get rid of that soulmark because he didn't believe in destiny choosing for us, not when his heart yearned for another. But believe me when I say that Horvath needs you and he will come for you once he's had time to process. That's when we'll get the Grimhold."

         "Balthazar, no. We're not using Y/N as bait." Your glare at the older man hardened even further. "You know what, no. I'm not doing this. At all. If he wants to ignore whatever screwed up fate we're dealing with, that's fine. I can handle the consequences. But I won't be part of some little game between you and he over some woman." With that, you turned on your heel to leave as your mind raced with thoughts of the dark-eyed gentleman that would likely never accept you as his soulmate.

(a/n: Maxim is probably one of my favorite Molina characters besides Otto and I really enjoyed writing this. The next fic will be either a Gotham or a Harry Potter fic.)

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