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grugruel · 11 months ago

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Let the Light in

Pairing: priest!Bucky x f!reader

MDNI/NSFW

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Summary: On the day of your wedding, you excpect to love your husband, not fall for the priest.

You'd never been a believer. But when your marrige spiraled into darkness, you had to find light elsewere. So you asked the Lord for help, and He answered.

Ironically enough, He gave you a most devout follower, the priest.

Word count: ca 4k

Warnings: fluff, angst, blasphemy, soft!priest!bucky, pinv sex, oral sex (f receiving), passionate sex, fingering, thigh-riding, adultry, praise (m receiving), priest kink.

AN: its been proof read! I dont understand how yall read it before the fact, my misspellings were crazy. I also edited it a bit, gave yall about 200-300 words more.

I stod silently on the sidewalk, with my back to the road. Numbly observing the scene in front of me as I waited. Cars were rushing past behind me, slowing as they noticed the crowd.

The chilly autumn winds blew my coat off of my stocking clad legs, revealing them to the elements. I couldnt be bothered to care.

The cold did not affect me anymore, I was strung out on feeling.

I watched my husband struggle, and the guests scramble to help him. They got him on his feet, and his best man slung an arm around him to keep him from falling again. My eyes brimmed with tears, ready to fall any second now.

I felt a hand touch the small of my back in silent support. A palm pressed firmly into the arch below, fingertips curling, rouching the fabric of my dress. I closed my eyes and all my troubles were wisked away for but a second, until I heard the guests approach and the hand left me. I opened my eyes to a grim sight.

We met in college, my husband and I. He'd been lovely and attentive when we first met, he made me fall in love with him. He proposed to me on our graduation, and i'd never been happier.

Unfortunately though, it didnt last that long.

As we were fresh out of school, both with stellar scores and brand new degrees. We got our dream jobs, and bought ourselves our dream home.

Everything was perfect, until he got fired. Why? He wouldnt tell me, he left me in the dark, refusing to tell me himself.

Naturally, I grew suspicious.

So I called his former boss, who told me that they'd caught him with his secretary bent over his desk. They said he'd gotten a reputation within his business and would be experiencing difficulties in finding a new job for himself. My crying increased gradually through out the call, this was the first time hed let me down after all. His boss was very apologetic and so was my fiancé.

He found me sat on the floor with phone in hand, a complete mess of tears and running mascara. Immedietly showing worry, 'Whats going on, whats happened?' He asked, thinking somebody died. But when I glared at him, repaying his silence with my own, he understood. He stuttered an apology, his words a flurry of explanations and sorrys, sounding truly regretful.

So I forgave him, silly me.

With time, bitterness manifested within him. Resentment over the fact that I was well liked and did good work at my own job. It led him down a pityfull path, finding solace in alcohol, resentment turning into lousey drunkeness. I should've left him, but chose to forgive him. I loved him, despite all.

Eventually he found a new job, nowehere near the prestige of his old one. But it calmed his drinking.

When he sobered slightly, he apologized continously. Telling me he promised to get better and told me he wanted to have our ceremony, because I deserved it. Foolishly, I belived him. He stayed sober several weeks before the wedding, and I thought it could be a new start.

But here we are now.

I stood behind the doors of the nave, inhaling and exhaling big shaky breaths, trying to gather strength for what I was about to throw myself into.

The priest, father Barnes. The one who would be marrying us, came to me before I walked down the aisle.

'Miss.' He began, his eyes pleading as he took my hands into his, 'Its now my place, I know. But your betrothed-'

'Youre right, its not.' I cut him off, the idea of discussing my fiancés indiscretions with the priest was not appealing. 'I apologize father.' I sighed and met his eyes, 'Hes drunk isnt he?'

The priest tilted his head to the side, realising I was already well aquainted with the vice, 'Well, yes. . .' He said, sounding apologetic.

I nodded my head, deep in thought, 'Alright, lets not waste anymore time then.'

'You're still going ahead with the wedding?' He asked me, an incredulous expression shaping his face.

I looked down, studying the intricate details of my wedding dress. Id picked it myself, my favourite flowers covered it. That man of mine doesnt know my favourite in anything, nor would he notice them on my dress.

A melancholic smile covered my lips, 'You must think me foolish father.' I whispered under my breath, chuckling quietly.

He shook his head and moved one of his hands to my chin, tilting my face to meet his. The other grabbed my hands, and squeezed them, 'I think youre strong.' He told me, a reassuring smile on his lips.

'He promised me he would get better.' My voice was meak, a tear streaking my face.

'You're a good woman.' He breathed, letting go of my hands to cup my face. He leveled his head with mine, his tall stature forcing him to hunch as his eyes locked with mine, 'Too, good.' He whispered, 'And, Its not my business, thats true. . .' Another tear fell, and he gently stroked it away with his thumb, 'But he does not deserve your kindness.'

My cheeks burned hot, a blush crept up my face. I had not heard such kind words in a long time. I could not controll my crying any longer, unstoppable tears came rolling down my cheeks, 'I have to believe him, father, I have to try.' I told him quietly, hating how desperate my voice sounded.

'I love him.'

He cringed at the words, furrowing his brows 'I admire your devotion.' He said gently, 'Do you want more time? Im sure we can wait a little longer.' He tried, but I shook my head.

'No, I dont want to keep the guests waiting.' I took a deep breath, 'Do I look ok?' I asked him.

He nodded, but pulled the cuff over his hand and dabbed my cheeks dry.

His eyes flickered over my face, studying my features, my wet eyes and rosy cheeks. He leaned in, kissed my cheek and whispered 'Angelic.' His hands fell to my bare shoulders and gave them a reassuring squeeze.

He turned around and as he was about the leave I grabbed hold of his wrist, carefully tugging him back. He faced me and I let go of him realising that perhaps it wasnt appropriate of me. 'I just-' I began, but my voice broke. He met my eyes and pulled me into his embrace, 'Thank you, father.' I whispered against his chest.

He rested his head on your shoulder and rubbed your back gently, holding onto the fabric of your dress, rubbing it between his fingers. Studying the beautiful pattern. He slid his hands up your arms, feeling a sudden urge to kiss the bare skin beneath him. He pulled back hastily, clearing his throat as he silently rebuked himself.

'I must take my place dear.' He said, stroking a piece of hair behind my ear. He gave me a last smile, then left, taking his place by the altar.

I heard the music starting and the muffled sound of the crowd standing up. I sighed, steadied my breathing, and opened the doors to the nave. Everyone turned around, looking at me. Whispers rumbled through the crowd as I began walking, their stares were making me nervous.

Through the gloom of the church, light shone through the windows at the altar. I looked at him for comfort, handsome as he was, I met his eyes and found it within them.

He could not tear his eyes from you, you were the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, courageous and proud, you walked down the aisle. When your eyes met his, he smiled proudly. Hoping you would find some comfort in it, and you found it.

As I approached the altar, I tore my eyes from his and looked at my fiancé. His best man holding him upright, otherwise slumping over. He smiled sloppily at me, I gave him a strained smile back.

The ceremony was over quickly, my husband stumbled through his vows and his kiss tasted of smoke and whiskey. In fact, the entirety of him was drenched in the odor.

I smiled and thanked everyone as they congratulted us, and carefully, tiptoed around the subject of my husband.

I hurried to change into my reception dress, it was all black. Black coat, dress, heels and stockings. Fitting, I thought. As this felt more like a funeral than a wedding, burrying the woman I once was.

People were drinking, laughing and dancing. The reception was doing a wonderful job of keeping everyone cheery, everyone except me. I sat silently by our table, watching my husband as he kept drinking and his men trying to calm him down. He had barely spoken a word to me, he was to drunk to stand, to drunk to have our first dance. I felt myself sinking into oblivion as my polite smiles and thank yous were running out.

But someone approched me, snapping me out of the darkness. I looked up, and the light returned.

He reached his hand out to me, 'May I have this dance?' He asked, his white collar stark against his black shirt.

'You may.' I smiled, the first genuine smile I'd given anyone since the night begun.

I laid my hand in his and he led me to the edge of the dance floor, somewhere we could be at peace. In our dark colors we went unseen, tucked away from prying eyes.

I snaked my arms around his neck and his arms circled my waist, pulling me tightly against him. A bit unorthodox perhaps. But I didnt mind and neither did he, it seemed. I leaned my head against him as we swayed to the music, basking in eachothers prescence.

He sensed that you werent interested in talking, but rather needed a shoulder to lean on. Someone to hold you up, as your ungrateful husband couldnt even do that for himself.

For several songs, we just held eachother. Until the evening began winding down and we had to depart.

'I think this was a mistake.' He whispered.

'Which part?' I asked, and he sighed.

'Dont hesitate to come to me if you need anyhting.' He said quietly, 'Please.' he pleaded. I nodded, thinking id never take him up on his offer.

Now, I stood on the street. Still feeling the priests hand on my back although he'd already taken a few secure steps back.

I watched as my husband being carried to our car, as we were headed for our honeymoon. Two weeks in rome, I wish I could truthfully say I was excited. They shoved him into the back, and once again congratulated us with cheapish smiles. I walked around the car and opened the door, about to sit down when a hand slid into mine. I looked up and my eyes met his beautiful blues once again. He assisted me into the car, lending me his strong arm for support as I sat down. His hand slid out of mine, and a note was left in my palm, reflexicely I closed my hand around it. 'Anything.' He whispered and backed away, closing the door gently.

Our car drove off as the guests were waving us of, but all I could think about was the priest disappearing in the distance.

I opened the note, written down was his number and adress along with a few intricately drawn flowers.

I smiled to myself, quickly stashing it away in my pocket, afraid my husband would see. But as I looked at him, I realised. He was dead asleep, snoring even.

I opened my hand, tracing my fingertips along my palm. Trying to recreate the feeling of his hand in mine, his gentle, yet firm touch on my skin. I sighed, feeling my tears returning.

I cried silently, afraid to wake him. The driver looked at me through his rearview mirror, I met his eyes and quickly averted my gaze, crying even harder, but I couldnt even do that in peace. God, what had I done. I leaned my head against the seat, closing my eyes. When suddenly, I felt fingers on my knee. I shut my eyes harder, begging for it to be my imagination. But it wasnt.

'My, beautiful wife.' He drawled, tracing a finger along my jaw as his hand slid up my thigh. He sat forward, leaning towrd the drivers compartment and shut the hatch.

I opened my eyes and faced him, 'Aw, crying of joy sweetheart?' He asked, he was so delusional it was scary. I nodded, and feigned a smile which he returned lazily, then leaned in to kissed me.

I closed my eyes again, canceling out the taste and smell of liqour, shutting my ears to his voice.

And when his finger reached under my dress, It no longer felt like him. My husbands face was no longer my husbands, his voice and touch was someone elses.

All of a sudden my core was aching for more.

His kisses on my skin felt like heaven, his touch like fire and when he pulled me on top of him. I opened my eyes, and was met with blue, black and white.

Weeks went by and my thoughts never left father Barnes, whenever my husband made love to me, I made love to a priest.

Eventually his drinking subdued and he started taking care of himself, but grew more distant by the day.

It did actually make my existence bareable.

But there came a day, when I got home from work early and things were not as they should. The were heels in the doorway and clothes strewn on the floor. As I followed their trail, I found my husband and his secretary at the end of them. Naked, sweaty and monaing, in our bed, in our home. I was quiet, lost for words, but they mustve noticed my presence.

Because they stopped and threw the sheets over themselves, covering up. 'Sweetheart, its not what it seems.' He managed, struggling to clme up with an excuse. God, the stumache on that man. I felt like screaming, like cursing him and his entire bloodline. But he wasnt worth it.

I turned on my heel and he scrambled out of bed, dragging the sheet with him as he followed me out of the house, apologizing prefusely.

I shut him out, rage filling me as I got in my car and drove away. I drove to the only adress that came to mind.

I walked up to his house and knocked on the door, a few moments passed and he opened.

With wide eyes he looked at me, unable to hide his surpise. 'I uhm, I-' I stammered, my own surpise catching up to me. I hadnt had time to think this through, I acted on pure instinct. 'He cheated on me.' I got the words out, finally taking a breath as I finally understood their meaning. Misery overtook my rage, and my eyes welled as I tried to explain myself. 'I apologize for barging in on you father.' I started, 'Ive been thinking about you and I-' rambling, all my thoughts and feelings poured out of me. In the doorway of this poor mans home.

He reached out to me and pulled me into a hug, backing away from the door and let it fall shut behind me. He rested his head on top of mine as one of his hands held my head against his chest, stroking my hair. The warmth of his home embracing me.

'Can I confess something father?' I asked him as I laid my arms around him, much like our dance a few weeks ago.

'Anything.' He answered, kissing the top of my head.

'Ive sinned.'

He pulled back with a confused look on his face, but didnt let go. 'Lets hear it.' He ordered patiently.

'Ive. . . Been thinking of another man.' I whispered, looking deep into his eyes. 'During actions that should only take place between husband and wife.' I told him quietly, and his face grew pale. 'Ive had an emotional affair with this man, unbeknownst to him.' My breathing turned heavy, as my gaze switched to his lips, 'But, me and this man. Were both bound by vows you see.' I said and let go of him, understanding my words as I said them, and stepped back. Suddenly regretting coming here, as I felt rejection was imminent. 'Mine are already broken, but his are not and he cannot break them. He would not.'

'You should let the man speak for himself.' He said, serious in tone. His gaze locked in on me, as he stepped closer. 'I havent been able to stop thinking about you, no matter how hard I've tried.' He whispered, laying his hands on my hips. 'Ive never seen a woman so beautiful walking down the aisle, god himself mustve blessed you.' I snaked my hands around his shoulders, burrying them in his hair. 'Im hoping he would bless us, too.' Leaning in, his lips were a ghost over mine. 'I would care for you, in a way your husband never could. He does not deserve you.' He leaned his forehead agagaist mine, 'I'd work everyday to deserve your love, your kindness, your presence.' He said quietly against my lips, planting a gentle kiss on them and pulling back slightly to give me room. But I chased his lips, returning the kiss feverishly. Grabbing a fistful of his hair as I pulled him impossibly closer. His hands roamed my back, reaching under my shirt to undo my bra. It fell to the floor and he pulled my shirt over my head in one quick motion, making me gasp.

I removed the collar of his shirt with my teeth and ripped his black shirt open, burrying my head in the crook of his neck, 'Youre not a beginner, are you father? I asked, between kisses. Breathing heavily as I latched onto his skin, sucking at the sweet spot between his neck and collarbone.

He moaned, a smirk shaping his lips, 'Saints also sin from time to time.' he breathed, his hands falling to my ass and lifted me into his arms. I chuckled, letting go of his neck and circled my legs around his hips. I pushed my bare breasts against him and he burried his face in them, in turns taking them into his mouth. 'Where?' His voice came muffled by my skin.

'Everywhere.' I answered.

I could feel his grin against my skin, as he nipped my nipple with his teeth, making me yelp. He walked us toward his bedroom, and laid me down on his bed. He stood back, studying me as he took his shirt and pants off. I unbuttoned my own pants and shimmied out of them, raising myself onto my elbows, watching him as he took me in. His eyes roamed my body, thighs, hips, stumache, breasts. He loved all of me, 'Youre perfect.' He said, lust in his eyes as he climbed on top of me. 'I need you.' He whispered.

'You'll have me.' I told him and flipped him over. Positioning him against the headboard as I stradled his thigh, grinning wickedly and leaned forward, kissing his jaw. 'But first-' I whispered against his ear, 'I want to test your self control.' He looked confused, and I began grinding my clit against his thigh, a whimper escaping me. His hands flew to my hips to help me along, but I grabbed them and led them up to the headboard. I leveled my face with his, ghosting my lips over his as I had him hold onto the board, 'No touching.' I whispered and pecked his lips. I leaned back and my grinding resumed, I grabbed his thighs for support as the heat from the friction was making me swoon. I leaned my head back, biting my lip from the pleasure and when I looked back at him, he was holding onto the board for dear life. The muscles in his arms and jaw clenching as he fought himself to stay still, his eyes were running up and down my body.

The way your hips swayed and breasts bounced, it was sucking all the restraint out of him. His hands were itching to touch you, to just feel your skin under his fingertips for a moment. It would keep him fed for the rest of his life.

I hummed, 'Im- im gonna-' I stammered, my breaths frenzied as I was closing in on my orgasm. The crazy in his eyes made me smile devilishly, I felt evil, in the best way. My hips stuttered against his thigh, my ruts becoming faster and shorter as I was approaching my release. When I looked at him, his eyes were pleading, begging for permission, but it was to late. I rushed over the edge in a second, collapsing onto him, panting hard as I was catching my breath.

'May I?' He asked, his voice strained.

I kissed his chest and answered, 'Yes, please. You did so good.' He grunted at the praise, surprising me. He grabbed my ribs and threw me under him, hurridly kissing his way down my body until he reached my thighs. Spreading them, he kissed his way up the inside until he reached my panties. Without a second thought he ripped them apart and burried his face in my cunt. Tasting me, licking my juices, sliding his tongue through my folds and kissing my clit. A string of curses fell from my lips, as he pushed a finger inside of me, carefully sliding it in and out. Then adding another, and eventually a third, he thrusted them into me, my moaning telling him he was on the right track. He curled them into my spot and I nearly screamed.

'Just like that, good job.' I breathed and he moaned against my clit. What fun. He reached into his boxers and stroked himself, the sight made me mad. And for the second time, I came tumbling over the edge. He was not far behind, coming into his own hand, drenching himself in his seed. I grabbed his arm and pulled his hand closer to me, licking a stripe of his hand. He grunted at the sight, spurring me on as I took his fingers into my mouth. Sucking him clean as he watched, furrowing his brows, he became plagued by lust.

I pulled him closer to me, meeting his lips in another kiss as he pulled off his boxers. I reached down, stroking him as I lined him up with my entrance, 'You did such a good job, father.' His head perked at the praise, like a puppy being told hes a good boy. Gratefully pecking my face, cheek, chin and jaw, below my ear and neck. He put his weight on me, we couldnt possibly get any closer to one another. 'I need you in me father.' I told him bluntly, and leveled his head with mine, sliding inside. Kissing me mean while and I moaned into his mouth, sharing my breath with him. I laid my hands on his hips, telling him to move by pulling and pushing. Helping him set a gentle but firm pace, he lowered his head to the crook of my neck, his breath hot against my skin. 'Let me hear you father, dont hold back.' I whispered and appreciatively he grunted against my skin, moaning in my ear. It was fiendish, it was fantastic. 'Deeper, please.' I asked, pulling on his hips to drive him deeper and using the weight of his entire body he thrusted into me, in rythm with his grunts as our bodiess moved together.

'Tell me im good, please.' He begged, nuzzling his face into my neck.

I smiled, 'Youre being so good for me father.' I whispered into his hair.

'Thank you.' He whimpered, putting even more force to his thrusts as he traced my collarbone with kisses, all the way to my shoulder, repeating "Thank you." Over and over again inbetween his kisses. His thrusts were coming faster as he was closing in on his orgasm, driving me over the edge with him. 'I- im- im close.' He stuttered faintly.

'So am I, almost there father.' His pace hastened as his hand slithered between our bodies, finding my clit and circled it. 'God' I moaned, spots specking my vision as the priests thrusts became frenzied. He pinched my skin in warning, reminding me not to take the lords name in vain. Then we came together, and he collapsed on top of me.

'Im sorry for swearing, father. You bring it out of me.' I whispered.

He chuckled, 'Youre forgiven.' Throughout the night, we made love on the couch, the floor, the kitchen table and shower.

Eventually, we got back into bed. Holding eachother tightly as we drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up late the next day, there was a vase of flowers on the bedside table with a note under it, the letter "-B" was written on it.

I unfolded it and he had written me a message, "I had to go to church, but didnt want to wake you. I hope on seeing you later, please stay if you want to. Id love to come home to you. -PS, Your favourites."

I smiled happily and smelled the bouqet of tulips, a soft, warm feeling spreading throughout my body.

For a long time love had felt dark to me, it had felt cold and lonely, but now. . .

I had let the light in, he was my light.

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chuluoyi · 8 months ago

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ive got an idea where theres like a school dance and you and satoru go together and you two are slow dancing together until pregnancy nausea gets to you and you get extremely dizzy and almost pass out cause you didnt wanna ruin the moment. AND SATORUS SO WORRIED AAHAHDH i love this idea

it’s during a gala in honor of students’ graduation. you don’t want to miss it because you want to congratulate hakari and kirara in person, so you didn’t tell your husband that you have thrown up 3x prior going together to the venue.

and you really shouldn’t have because halfway through the event, you don’t feel too well anymore.

“you look pale,” satoru whispers in your ear worriedly as you slow dance together. “do you want to rest a bit?”

“no,” you insist. “i’m fine—”

but the second you said that, your vision blurs and you miss a step. and you would really fall if not for satoru’s arms holding you tightly.

“hey—” he looks down at you, discovers your labored breathing and clicks his tongue. “you’re not.”

no one probably notices it, as satoru somehow turns it into a part of the dance step before he sweeps you off your feet. everyone who sees immediately claps their hands and whistles, and he flashes them all a thin smile before whisking you to the infirmary.

“why didn’t you tell me?” he asks as soon as he lay you on the bed, his piercing blue eyes assessing you. “queasy? have you taken your anti-sickness pill?”

oh. you shake your head, feeling guilty for forgetting it. but you’re surprised when he procures it from his pocket, realizing it. he brings your medication around in case it’s necessary.

he gets you a glass of water and ushers you to down the pill. afterwards, you lay back on the bed and close your eyes, willing the vertigo away.

“you big dummy… you should’ve told me.” satoru strokes your head with a frown. “you can’t wait until you pass out. do you like making me worry?”

“no… i don’t mean to…”

“there are two of you now.” he places an hand on your belly. your bump isn’t visible yet, but it’s really there and he can feel it. he can feel his worry rising again. “what if something happens to you if you don’t tell me anything? how do you think it’ll make me feel?”

you reach out for his hand and squeeze it. “sorry…”

satoru’s heart melts seeing you so vulnerable like this. and he decides you have gotten his point now, so he sighs and presses a kiss on your forehead.

“hmph. forgiven. let’s go back home now. i’ll take care of my two babies.”

#you all sure love making him so worried🥺#pls make do with this little hurt/comfort before an actual long fic🤭#—chu’s mailbox 📬#—headcanons☁️#𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠

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ren4ever · 3 months ago

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Limerence love

TW: nsfw at the bottom (you'll be warned there, for now SFW 15+) masked men kink, "if anything i wouldnt even wish limerence upon my enemies"

🐰 h/n, the man you have an big fat crush on for no reason even though he gives u icks left n right and yet u still fantantize over this big bully, do you really just love being shoved to his locker while being whispered depraved shit? thats fucking delusional. 🐰 Your friend that always had been supportive with everything untill she heard that you like h/n, she always complains why your into such douchebags and that you could find a better man than him

🐰 you also frquently stalk his intagram and he knows it, you can hear him often chuckling with his friends about how desperate you are but secreeetttlyyyy maybe, just maybe he likes you ... a bit? 🐰 your parents decided to move to an different city for no fucking reason, so slowly but surely you started losing feelings for him 🐰 after several years you finally graduated and got hired as an militairy nurse 🐰 while you were getting an tour of the base, you noticed someone who looked fimilair leaning against the walls, staring at you. BEFORE READING FURTHER, NSFW WARNING TW: non-con (MINORS SCROLL)

after the tour you imediately evacuted to the restroom you started panicking! as you felt an cold, eerie presence behind u, your hands on the sink counter started trembling. Before u could even move he easily traps you against the sink, whilst using his free hand to pull onto ur hair "Where'd you think your going?" you struggle against him "let me fucking go" he scoffed at your pathetic plea, finally letting go off your hair "shut up" giving you an fierce glance before he forcefully drags you out of the restroom, his grip was too strong so your body just eventually gave up he then easily swang you over to his broad big shoulders, walking towards his barracks he roughly threw you onto his bed like a useless ragdoll before he crawled on top of you, "wh-- what are you doing?!-" you tried agressively kicking him off of you but he didnt care it as if you were just a little mouse compared to him "behave" he whispered calmy, while tearing ur clothes off as an needy maniac zziiiiippp "seeing a real man's dick for the first time hmm, yeah?" he then strokes his length while staring at your messed up face before he shoves it ruthelessly in you, you couldnt do anything but protest weakly "S-Shit.. ah.. s-stop! pleasee..." u beg him to stop while you writhe beneath him "shhh.." he wrap his hand around your neck forcing u to choke and hiccupping for air, "this is what you'll get for making me wait all those fucking years!" using you to relieve his fusteration (yeah, no im bad at writing NSFW so ill end it here sighhhh)

face down on the pillow, gasping for air with humiliating moans n whimpers.

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starlightazriel · 5 months ago

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bad boy az part 4 (fem reader)

warnings: 18+ as usual, sophomore x senior age gap (16/18), fluff, smut, ice play, over stim, angst, violence, child abuse, underage drinking, underage drug abuse, self loathing, self sabotage, angst(y'all can always lmk if i forget any tw)

a/n: hot makeout & jealous az as requested by anon ;)

wc: 5.5k

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It was the end of finals week and the semester was coming to a close. Thanks to y/n, Azriel was passing every class this semester. It was bittersweet , yes, he was that much closer to graduating but now he wouldn't have a class with her anymore. When they returned from break there would be four new classes that they would carry out until the end of the school year. It was strange. He had been waiting for this moment for years but now... He wished graduation would come slower, these first months of school had flew by.

He could tell y/n had began to change, she wasnt as innocent as she had been at the start of the year. Was he selfish for that? Was he distracting her from her goals? From school? He didn't know if it was his imagination, or if she wore her school uniform skirt just a little bit higher now. She had started wearing lip gloss and mascara, made a few new girl friends. He was proud of her for coming out of her shell, as much as he had liked when he had her all to herself, his little bookworm nerd, his butterfingers. He just hoped... He wasnt corrupting her. He didnt think he could forgive himself if that was the case, but he couldn't seem to ever bring himself to have that conversation with her. And he definitely couldn't stay away either. They had been fucking for four months now, and he supposed, that she brought out a side of him too, he didn't care to admit it, but there was a soft spot he had for her. He also didn't care to admit, that he was going to miss her next week, she was going away with her parents for winter break to visit her grandparents.

Azriel was sitting in his chair in biology, chair tilted back as he waited for her to show up, a small smile threatened at his lips as he saw her standing outside the door, he noticed she was talking to someone and his face fell, brows furrowed slightly. Varsity jacket, only a little taller than her, sandy blonde hair, blue eyes... A football player. He couldn't remember his name, but he knew he was a junior, he had sold him weed multiple time. He was smiling down at her flirtatiously, Azriels blood ran hot, a blush creeping up his neck. Why is she still talking to him? He tapped his fingers vigorously against the table staring the boy down with pure hatred, one step out of line and Azriel would push him onto the floor and kick him in the ribs. Finally he waves once more and turns, walking away. There was only another couple of minutes before the bell would ring.

"Who was that?" he demands as she sits down, surprise flashes in her eyes at his harsh tone.

"Um, James?" she says, her tone unsure, she cocked her head slightly to the side as she looked up at him.

"And what did James, say?" he said his name with a slight tone of disgust as if it was hard to even get out.

"He asked me if you were my boyfriend," she says carefully, her eyes becoming guarded, its Azriel's turn to be surprised now as he waits for her to continue. "And I said I didnt know, but that I didnt think you did that sort of thing.. And then he invited me to a party tonight," she says quietly. Azriels own expression becomes guarded now, he avoided all conversations about labels and feelings at all cost. It was partly a defense mechanism for the trauma he had endured as a child. The abandonment issues that he had, the things he refused to fully face, it was easier to push those feelings down with substances and adrenaline rushes he would get from skating.

"Well are you going to go?" he finally asks, ignoring the whole first part of what she had said. It may have stung a little bit, but she was right anyway, what else was she supposed to say? He wasnt her boyfriend after all, that was a fact. Even if the lines of friendship seemed to blur more and more as of late between the two of them.

"I was going to see if you wanted to go with me?" she looks up at him from under those thick lashes and he softens, relief seeming to wash over him. Even if he knew it wasnt fair to keep her to himself like this, he knew she was probably only attached to him because he had taken her virginity, he couldn't help himself. She was the type of girl that was supposed to lose her virginity in college, the type of girl that has her nose always so far into a book that no one paid attention to her, the type that loses her virginity to an Ivy League boy that would sweep her off her feet and only make love to her after eleven dates or something like that. She deserved better than Azriel, and it was starting to burn a hole of guilt right through his gut, he was just some burn out kid that wasnt even wanted by his own parents. She was just blinded by his looks... And the pleasure he gave her.

"Well you aren't going alone butterfingers," he finally responded with before the bell rang, she only looked at him curiously, her brow slightly furrowed before she turned her attention to the teacher.

"Alright let's quiet down, get those dividers up, exams about to start," the teacher says, tapping the exams against his desk to line them up. "No phones, no talking, no cheating. When you're finished you may bring it straight up to me and I will dismiss each of you as you finish," he begins passing the exams out and Azriel lets out a small huff, suddenly it didn't seem so easy to focus on anything, let alone his exam.

When the time came for Azriel to pick her up from her house, he leaned against his car outside her house, taking drags from his cigarette as he watched the door, waiting for her to appear. His cigarette nearly dropped right from his lips when she exited her house, his brows raising in surprise.

At his surprised expression, she began rambling. "Oh god, it's too much isn't it? I told Maggie it was too much but she didnt listen and then she left to go get ready because you were coming to get me and I should go change, Ive never worn anything like this I can't wear-"

"No, you look..." he rubbed the back of his neck, searching for the right words, he couldn't find them. "Perfect," he finally mumbled stupidly, her cheeks blazed at his words. Despite the cold weather, she was wearing a short tight low rise black skirt exposing her hip bones, her bare torso was also exposed from the white crop top she was wearing, the only thing to keep her warm was the boots she wore along with a cropped fuzzy jacket. Her hair was pulled into a high ponytail a black ribbon tied around it, her lips were red and glossy, and seeing her like this... It made his chest tighten, and his stomach turn because he knew that every single boy that had always only overlooked her as an annoying know it all that upstaged everyone in class, would see her in a different light tonight, they would see how special she was. She was a fucking star, and standing next to him he knew she would shine even brighter.

If they didnt have somewhere to be, he would have brought her back upstairs and fucked her perfect pouty little mouth. His throat bobbed and he turned, opening the passenger side door for her. "Come on, butterfingers," he gave her that little uneven smirk that he knew made her knees weak and watched her get into his car, licking his lips as he did.

This was a first for Azriel, leaving parties with someone was normal for him, but showing up with someone? Definitely a first. He had never felt this way with anyone, and he knew he was fucking up, he knew the longer he let this drag out, the harder it would be for both of them. He was too selfish to stop now. They rode in silence, and he could tell she was nervous as she hadn't stopped fidgeting since she entered the car. He smoked a spliff as they drove, offering it to her but she declined, saying that it would only make her even more nervous. When they pulled up Azriel reached into his glove box and pulled out a small bottle, tossing his head back and taking at least two shots. "Liquid courage?" he asks, that same half smirk plastered onto his face again.

"Okay," she agrees and takes the small bottle from him, taking a small swig and struggling to swallow, she coughs, her nose scrunching in distaste. "How do you drink this so easily?" she asks, earning a laugh from him, he just shrugs and takes it again having another long swig, more than half of the bottle gone now. He hands it back for her to try again, and she does, her sip just a little bigger this time, she shakes her head as if trying to shake it off, her nose scrunching again. Azriels heart melted, his chest warming with his unidentified feelings and the liquor he was drinking.

"Lots of practice. Come on butterfingers," he chuckles quietly and gets out of the car walking around to the other side to open the door for her. They could already hear the noise from the party. Music, kids yelling and laughing in the distance, she looked sick with nerves. "You okay?" he raises a brow, holding his tattooed hand out for her to grab. She looks down at it before grabbing it and getting out of the car, looking up at him with a look of uncertainty.

"I should have changed," she mumbles, self consciously folding her arms over her exposed stomach. "I look ridiculous," she adds, rolling her eyes.

"You think you look ridiculous. And I think Im not going to be able to leave your side tonight because everyones going to want to fuck you in there, but I'm fucking you, so its up for them," he grins lazily, his eyes low and glassy from the spliff and the near half of a bottle he had just drank. She looked a little surprised at his openness, he had only been drunk around her once before, that night she had ignored him and he climbed into her window.

"You're not helping if you think you are," she rubs her arm and he just shrugs, putting his arm over her shoulder. He figured, walking in like that, should get the message across.

"I promise, you are going to survive this," he turns to say it in her ear, he feels her body shiver against him. He loved that, he loved how easy it was to get to her, to make her need him. She doesn't say anything else though, she just walks by his side, awkwardly dropping her arms before they reached the door. James is the one to open it, and Azriel tenses as James drinks her in from top to bottom, his eyes pausing on all her exposed skin.

"Y/n, Im so glad you made it," he grins at her, she blushes, Azriels blood gets hotter, his arm sliding down to her back, pressing in gently. He knew she blushed easily, but it pissed him the fuck off that she blushed for him. "Aaaand you brought the plug," he's not as excited sounding as he says this, his eyes drifting to Azriel. Azriel tilts his chin up slightly as if to remind James who would win if he decided to piss Azriel off enough to fight him. Despite James being a foot ball player, Azriel had been defending himself since he was in diapers, not many could compare to that.

"The wha-" she starts to say, of course she wouldn't know what that means.

"Come on," Azriel pushes her slightly, past James who was trying to say something else to her. He was well aware of all the eyes on them, on her mostly, but again he had never arrived somewhere with a girl before.

"Azriel, I think everyone is staring at us," she whispered, and he could feel her shaking, clutching the small bag she had brought. "I knew I should have changed..." he ignores her, continuing to push through the crowd until they reached the kitchen where there was a keg and solo cups, he poured them each a beer, and chugged his own before refilling it again.

"I don't like him," Azriel informs her taking another sip out of his fresh beer. "He's corny as fuck Id advise you stay away," he shrugs and watches as she sips her own, her nose scrunching again, he softens, smiling down at her and shaking his head.

"I can't believe you drink this for fun," she mumbles, looking down at the cup with distaste. "It does work fast though, I think Im tipsy," she laughs and then looks back up to him. "Why did he call you the plug?" she asks as they start walking through the many bodies, people were still glancing, but not as much anymore.

"It means I sell things," he says simply before adding. "Like weed and stuff," he shrugs and she nods in understanding, but doesn't comment. They find a couch and Azriel sits, pulling her down next to him. They sat for a couple hours, leaving only to get drinks or use the bathroom. Maggie had greeted them briefly but disappeared with the guy she was talking to shortly after. They were just talking, laughing, watching the fuckery of a high school party unfold before them.

"So this is what you do? Just sit here and watch?" she asks Azriel as he rolls himself another spliff. She was drunk now for sure, her words slurring slightly, her hazy eyes fixed on his mouth while he licked the spliff to seal it.

"And get fucked up," he adds and laughs softly, glancing back at her.

"You got any beans bro?" A male voice interrupts them and Azriel looks up from where he's sitting, he tucks his spliff behind his ear and looks back over at her before scanning the room for Maggie who was nowhere to be found. He stands up then, turning to face her.

"Don't move until I come back, okay?" he asks, his eyes meeting hers, she was too drunk. He shouldn't leave her... But he did have a whole bag of ecstasy in his pocket that had been burning a hole in his pocket since he got here.

"Where are you going?" concern flashes across her features and she furrows her brow.

"I'll be right back just don't move," he repeated before turning back to one of his regular customers. "Not here," he shrugs and walks past him, leading him to a more quiet corner of the house. Azriel pulls out the bag of colorful pills.

"Four," he says and holds his hand out.

"Money first dumbass," Azriel rolls his eyes, this was already taking too long and he thought about her sexy, drunk, body alone on the couch for display.

"Sorry man Im fuckin toast right now," he laughs but Azriel doesn't even crack a smile, he just shoves the money in his pocket and hands him four pills, not even saying as much as a goodbye as he walks passed him back to the living room.

Azriel stops in his tracks when he sees that she's not where he left her. He frantically scanned the room, searching for her small frame, but he didnt see her. He advanced toward the kitchen and didnt find her there either, the only other place he could think of was the bathroom.

His heart almost stopped at the sight before him, there she was, in the hallway leading to the bathroom. Jealousy gnawed at his gut as he stared furiously.

"Why don't you go to parties more often? you look so damn good. You're too damn pretty to be wasting your time with that burn out, he probably makes you do all his homework," James is standing over her, his arms are on either side of her and he's blocking her against the wall. She's frozen in fear, cowering back against the wall, hugging her body.

Azriels blood runs hot, anger coursing through his veins, in seconds he's behind him. "Get the fuck away from her," Azriel growls from deep in his throat and yanks him back by his collar so hard that James stumbles back, the back of his head colliding with the wall on the other side of the hallway. She lets out a little scream, her hand flying to her mouth. James stumbles to his feet ready to attack Azriel but he swings first, his fist connecting with James' face blood gushes from his nose and a cut from Azriels rings.

"Azriel," she shouts, grabbing his shirt and trying with all her strength to yank him back, people had began gathering and recording and she yanked him again, James was coughing and just repeatedly blubbering "he broke my nose, he broke my fucking nose."

"It's not broken you fucking idiot you're just a pussy," Azriel spits at his feet. "You are so fucking lucky though I swear, you better stay the fuck out of my way at school," he tilts his chin up, staring down at James with disgust.

"Azriel we have to go!" She repeats and yanks on his arm again, he reluctantly turns following her out of the party quickly. As soon as they reach his car he nearly slams her against it, pinning her between his body and the door.

Azriel slams his lips against her, kissing her like he had never kissed anyone before, seeing her with someone else, even if she didnt want him, just seeing her that close to someone else... It made him realize something, he liked this girl, as more than a friend. And as wrong and scary that might be, he was too drunk and stubborn to even truly acknowledge what that even meant.

She gasped softly, her lips parting and he slipped his tongue past them, his hands feeling roughly anywhere that they could. "If he ever comes near you again I'll blind that little bitch," he he growled against her lips, making her moan, her fingers were curled around the back of his neck nails digging deliciously into his skin, her other hand was gripping his side tightly underneath his shirt. He held her face with one hand, pushing his tongue deeper into her mouth, savoring her sweet taste and he moaned in approval against her lips. He had never kissed anyone so hungrily in his life, it was as if he could never get enough of her, and seeing her so close to someone else made him want to remind her why she was by his side in the first place. "Im going to make you cum over and over tonight," he promised, his breaths ragged against her lips, she was panting and he could feel her heart beating fast against him. He stepped back, pulling her with him and opened the car door for her. "Get in," he grunts softly, gently pushing her to get into the car.

"Im drunk," she giggles softly, watching Azriel roll a spliff, his seat leaned all the way back. They had just pulled up to his house and were still sitting in the car.

"I know," he chuckles quietly, he was in a better mood now, due to the fact that she had been belting out the lyrics to every song that had come on the radio on the drive back to his house, and not only that but her head had been out the window.

"Can I ask you something?" she becomes more serious now, he looks up at her as he licks the spliff, but her eyes are on his hands. He raises his brows and just nods, the only light on her face was the soft glow from the streetlights, she was breathtaking he thought. "How did you get those-" she hesitates as if not wanting to say it out loud, he was sure she only gained the courage to ask because of the alcohol running through her veins.

"The scars?" he asks and she nods, he glances down at his hands, and then back to her eyes. He debated on whether or not to tell her, only Rhys and Cass had heard this story. She was staring up at him innocently, waiting, her eyes were glassy, cheeks flushed from the alcohol in her system. He sighed softly, turning his body back toward the steering wheel as he lights his spliff. Azriel knew this was one of those things you just don't make eye contact when you speak about it. "When I was in middle school," he started, bringing the spliff to his lips, he could feel her eyes on him, "I used to steal my dads cigarettes and sell them at school," he admits and smiles sheepishly, stealing a glance, she was looking at him with disapproval.

"Anyway," he laughs before continuing, smoking while he did as he watched the flicker of the streetlight. "He caught me one day, and he was so fuckin pissed," he shakes his head, absentmindedly running his fingers through his hair with his free hand. "He whipped my hands with hot wire, he took it straight outta the fire pit," He says, recalling the night easily since it was one of the more traumatic things he had endured, it had gone on for hours he remembered. He had whipped him once and made him stay still there a hot rag draped over his hands while he heated up the wire again. Over and over reiterating to Azriel that he was not to steal from him. If he moved, if he let his hands drop as his arms had been aching and threatening to give out from holding them for so long his dad would smack him across the face so hard that he would nearly fall to the floor. It had gone late into the night, until Azriels hands were so burned and bleeding that he had fallen asleep in a cold bath that night, a chair propped against the bathroom door to keep his father out.

"Azriel..." Her voice cracked and he turned toward her, spliff hanging from his lips. Tears were rolling down her red cheeks, black streaks of mascara running with them. She was crying for him, for what he went through. This intelligent, beautiful, ambitious and strong young woman was crying for him. His gut reeled, despite the alcohol guilt still churned in his gut as he thought about the conversation he was avoiding.

"It's okay, Im okay, you don't have to do that," he shook his head putting the spliff out before swiping away her tears with his thumbs. He then leans over the car pulling her into is arms, holding onto her tightly, another thing that he didnt normally do.

"You're drinking more?" she asks, her jacket and shoes now on the floor by Azriels door as she had discarded them more carelessly than she normally would have. He had discarded his shirt, and went downstairs upon their arrival, making himself a whiskey on the rocks before returning to her.

"Im thirsty," he says, looking down at her hungrily, her breasts pressed against the thin fabric of her shirt, revealing her nipples to him. She blushes, her eyes raking over his tattoos, her teeth gently biting down on her lower lip.

"You wanna try something butterfingers?" he asks, his voice low and husky, she quickly nods, like she usually does when he asks if she wants to try something. He loved how eager she was to please him. "Take it all off then," he growls softly, not peeling his eyes away for even a second while he continued to finish his drink. He watched her undress, his cock straining and aching in his pants like it had been for most of the night, all he had to do was look at her and all the blood and heat in his body would go straight to his cock. Needing her.

She fumbles clumsily with her clothing, her breathing heavy as she stares up at him with heavy lids. She bares herself to him, spreading her legs slowly as her eyes lock with his. Despite the alcohol, he knew months ago she never would have spread her legs for him like this, not without the light being off at least.

"Im so proud of you, youve gotten to be such a good girl since we started," he says, licking his lips before he downs the rest of his drink, leaving nothing but the ice in his glass. Azriel was definitely a freak, though, not many girls at all had been able to bring that side out of him. Y/n got everything.

He sucks an ice cube in his mouth, setting the glass on his night stand before he hovered over her, gently sliding the ice cube and his cold lips across her jawline. She gasps, her hands flying down to grip the sheets, her chest rising and falling. He slips the ice down her throat and over her chest, causing her back to arch, a whimper leaving her lips as he circles the ice cube around her hard nipple. It was melting against her warm skin. She writhed underneath him, trying to get any friction that she possibly could. He spit the ice into the center of her breasts when it was just a small pebble before retrieving another cube. He held it in his lips again, working her other nipple around and around with the cold ice cube, she moaned again, tugging hard at his sheets as her body wiggled beneath him.

"Azriel please," she begs quietly, desperate for him to keep going. He hums quietly as if to answer her and slides the ice cube down the center of her stomach, her breath shudders as he holds her hips still. He slides the ice on either side of her throbbing pussy, her hips fighting against him as she whined and pleaded with him for more.

"I love your little cunt," he grunts softly staring down at her throbbing glistening pussy, her arousal dripping from her at this point. He retrieves another ice cube, holding it in his teeth again and he leans down between her legs, gently dipping the ice into her opening, she cries out, pulling the sheets tighter, her knuckles going white. She tries to pull away, but he holds her tighter, pinning her legs open on the bed so she was spread wide for him. He moans softly and pushes the ice cube into her licking up and down her pussy over and over again until it melted and then he wrapped his lips around her clit sucking softly.

"Azriel," she cried out, her body jerking with each shock of her orgasm as he continued to lick her and suck her through it.

"Good girl," he praised and sat up a little bit, marveling at her release that dripped from her pussy. She only whimpered in response, her breaths ragged and heavy. He slid his finger inside her, wiggling it back and forth so he hit that special spot every time, his rough fingers were perfect for it. "Come on baby, let me get another one," he breaths out his voice raspy as he watches her intently. His words were enough to make her cum again, her body shook with pleasure and she screamed his name before her mouth dropped in the sexiest O he had ever seen in his life. He buried his face between her legs again, licking up all of her release, she was squirming and pushing and fighting to get away before she gave in, letting him lick her over sensitive pussy to orgasm one more time before he flipped her over and fucked her. He whispered to tell her how good she was, his lips against her ear making shivers go down her spine as he fucked her into complete oblivion.

He held her against his chest when they finally finished, his fingers gently stroking her hair, his head slightly pulled back so he could admire her.

"I love you Azriel," she mumbled drunkly right before she drifted off to sleep, his fingers froze in her hair, a tight knot forming in his throat and he tried to swallow it. He gently slipped out from under her, lifting the blanket over her naked body before stumbling across the room to the small couch in his room, his eyes not leaving her.

He had let this go on too long. He had let this whole situation get way out of hand, he had made her fall in love with him, he was unloveable, he was unreachable. A relationship between them just wasnt possible, she deserved so much better than him, someone with a life and a future, someone with a family like hers. Azriel leaned back on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling, he didnt get a wink of sleep that night his mind raced and his heart ached for what he knew he had to do in the morning.

I woke up in the morning a grin quickly finding its way onto my face as I deeply inhaled Azriels familiar scent, I knew what bed I was in. A blush crept onto my cheeks next as I peered at the cup with just a little water in it from the ice that had melted. It was a little fuzzy, but I definitely remembered, and the dull ache and throb between my legs reminded me that it was all very real. I turned around, expecting my arm to land on Azriel but I was met with a cold empty pillow, my brows furrowed in confusion and I quickly sat up, pulling the blanket over my chest when I saw him sitting across from me on the small sofa at the opposite side of his room.

"What are you doing over..." I trailed off, my voice faltering when I beheld the expression on his face. He was looking at me with that same cold, blank, guarded expression that he gave to every body else.

"Y/n," he said my name slowly, absolutely no emotion leaking from his words, my heart sank into my gut, settling like a rock there. "I want you to know, that what Im about to do, has nothing to do with you." he continues, and he was so serious, that I knew what was coming, tears threatened to spill from my eyes.

"Please don't..." I manage to choke out, he looks away for a second, his throat slowly bobbing before he seems to compose himself again, his eyes locking mine with that same cold and distant expression.

"Ive let this go on for far too long," he continues carefully, a small sob escapes from my throat and I feel like I can't move, I feel like im frozen in a nightmare.

"What did I do wrong?" Tears are running down my cheeks now, blurring my vision as I rack my brain for anything I could have done last night that would cause this. Bile rises in my throat, horror settling in as I remember what I said to him before I fell asleep. I had told him I loved him. Embarrassment washes over me as I realize how stupid I was for doing so, my hand flies to my mouth, covering up another soft sob.

"I told you, this has nothing to do with you... I just I can't do this y/n... I can't have a relationship with you. That's not me. You deserve better than anything I can ever give to you," he continues carefully, his hands wrapped around his knees, gripping them as if to keep from fidgeting. My heart felt like it was cracked in two, my chest physically ached. I yank off the covers, scrambling to dress myself, silent tears spilling from my cheeks. "But we can be friends still butterfingers, just minus the sex part. I want to be your friend, that's why Im doing this," his tone had softened a bit, and he was on his feet now too, looking worried.

"I have to go," I choked out, quickly putting my shoes on. "My parents are going to be waiting for me," I muttered. The last thing I wanted to do was visit my grandparents right now.

"I'll drive you," he swallows, reaching for his keys. I stared up at him one last time, searching his eyes. The guarded expression was gone, replaced by a pleading one.

"No, Im going to walk," I turned and left, all but running out of his house.

He didnt chase after me.

a/n pls don't kill me

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chit2luvu · 3 months ago

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Lovers' Entanglement

Pairings: Dom!Rayne Ames X Reader

A/N: This is my first smut fic, im not sure what Im doing but my brain produced and here I present. I also published this in ao3 but i didnt rlly get any interactions hence why im here pls dont flop :< Tags: mentions of cunnilingus, nipple play, p in v, afab reader, hickeys

It’s an ordinary day for Rayne and Y/N.

Well, not so much since Y/N has been practically bawling her eyes out because he was going to graduate.

In the morning, during the ceremony, and after the ceremony.

She clung onto him at every chance. More so than ever. Her tears staining on the taller boy’s graduation gown. It was quite a sight to see.

“Y/N…” He mumbled, patting her back as she hugged him tight. Rayne did indeed love her, he was sad to part with her but it’s not like their love would disappear with the lower frequency of their visits.

The most embarrassing part was when Principal Wahlberg came over to tease the two.

“My, my if it isn’t the power couple of our school. Congratulations on becoming a full fledged Divine Visionary at the Magic Bureau, Rayne. As for your devastated girlfriend…” He trailed off, cheekily looking at the two.

“I-I’m sorry I can’t greet you properly, it’s just that I’m not ready to not see him everyday anymore Principal Wahlberg…” the younger girl said through tears.

“It’s quite alright… Hahaha, the sweetness of first love in the air... Oh to feel it again at my age. Take care of each other, you two. And congratulations on graduating Max Land, I hope to see your achievements in the future here on out.”

Rayne nodded in approvement.

“Thank you, Principal Wahlberg, I am honored.” Max politely replied, with a small bow.

“This is it. I probably won’t see them again until summer break or whatever.” Y/N sadly thought, her tears still uncontrollably flowing down.

As the principal left, the first years joined the trio to congratulate them. Finn was the first one to suggest a commemorative group photo.

Rayne pulled away from her and pinched her cheeks to try and get some sense into her .“Y/n, we’re going to take pictures now so stop crying okay? For me?” He pleaded, wiping her tears away with his sleeve.

“Eep… Not fair… you… you’re gonna make me cry more,” she sobbed trying her best to keep her emotions in check as she looked up at Rayne pitifully.

Suddenly, he kissed her wet lips to hopefully stop her from crying. And it worked like a charm. Even after the kiss, y/n continued to stare at Rayne with flushed cheeks and swollen lips, the aftertaste of their sweet kiss lingering on her lips. The group went silent after witnessing their blatant display of affection.

“Nooooo! Why?! Why do all the good looking guys snag all the girls?!?!” Dot cried out as usual with murderous intent.

“Please refrain from making love in the eyes of an innocent child,” Lance commented as he clutched his necklace.

“Omg!! Y/n!! Ahhhh~~ Mash, did you see that? That could be us!!” Lemon fangirled while aggressively hitting Mash’s back to make her point.

“Uhm…” the muscle head said with disbelief.

“N-Nii–chan?!” Finn screeched as he hid his eyes behind his hands. He had most definitely never seen such a side of his older brother.

“Rayne you daring man!!” Max exclaimed, going in between the couple and hitting their backs to dissipate the tension, finally putting some distance between the two. “Well, what are you waiting for? Let’s take a picture!”

The students huddled together, performing various poses as they took many pictures.

One heart in the middle formed by Rayne and Y/N while Lemon, Mash and Lance formed one on the left and Dot, Finn and Max formed another on the right.

Then, freestyle poses.

They all put up a thumbs up for one.

And a peace sign for another.

And a heart sign for the last.

“Wow! These came out good!” the brunette said, scanning the photos happily. “Can’t forget to take a trio one too!”

So Rayne, Max and Y/N took another photo.

Then another photo with just Rayne and Max.

“And now, to commemorate the cringiest but slayest power couple of our school, Rayne and Y/N!” Lemon cheered happily for the two, holding out her wand. “3…2…1… Smile!”

Another utter shock.

The photo captured Rayne kissing Y/N on the cheek

“Oi! She said smile, not kiss!” Dot complained, about to jump out into action to stop them from further PDA but Lance kept him in check with his graviole.

“Well, you probably don’t know the feeling of having the love of your life desperately cling onto you just because you guys won’t be seeing each other everyday since you don’t have a girlfriend huh?” Rayne retorted the first year with a fierce look, as he held a blushing Y/N by her waist.

There were just one too many surprises from him. The first years were in absolute disbelief at their senior’s soft attitude towards his girlfriend. The ones who found it hardest to take this in were Finn and Dot.

After the ceremony, the group disbanded, each going back their own way. By tomorrow, most of the graduates would be gone, including Rayne which the Y/N couldn’t handle.

She returned to Rayne’s dorm, helping him pack up. The once minimalist room becomes an empty Adler room. Even his rabbit bedsheet was cleared with the rest of his rabbit related merch.

“Rayne…” Y/N started, her thoughts unclear of this whole situation. Only her fervent emotions screamed, telling her not to let go of her boyfriend at all costs.

“Yes?” He calmly replied, sitting down beside her on the bed.

“I will really really really miss you a lot.”

“I know dear,” he said, sliding his hand on top of hers as he sincerely looked at her with soft eyes.

“Ray-ayneeee” she said, plunging her body on top of Rayne’s onto the bed. “I might start crying again… sorry,” she mumbled as she lifted her head up from his chest.

“Bad girl,” he whispered into her ear while he brushed back the strand of hair. Those two words make her whole body feel all tingly in a weird way. “I don’t want our last memory in a long while to be you waving at me with tears during our send off, like as if you’re sending your husband off to war.” he honestly said, still keeping his hand on her head.

Y/N’s cheeks flushed red from his comment. Rayne had always been the type of boyfriend that cared for his girlfriend by actions, not words. When she had her period, he would always bring chocolates and a heat pack to her dorm and throughout the day, he would check on her wellbeing multiple times. Even on normal days, when they talked during recess and lunch or after school hours, he was thoughtful to bring her something that reminded him of her from time to time. He did what he felt was suitable and even let out his true self. True self as in saying whatever he wanted. Even if it meant the lines he was saying sounded like some confession from a third rate romance novel.

“I guess I won’t cry anymore…” she pouted, her gaze averting away from his as she went back to nuzzling his chest.

There it was again.

That warm fluttery feeling that arises in their hearts at times like these.

But other than wanting to hold each other tight and never letting go, Rayne found himself having a new profound desire. If he were to possibly switch their positions, holding Y/N down on his bed while he whispered sweet nothings into her ears, would she like it? If he were to maybe pull down her collar and mark her neck for everyone to see would it be unfair of him? If only he could say for sure to continue to act on his instincts. After all, it was hard to stay calm with his lover’s breasts pressed up against his chest, her whole body looking as if she was being served on a golden platter ready to be ravished him. He really wanted to devour her right there and then.

“Rayne?” Y/N shyly questioned. She had long noticed his body’s reaction, unsure of what would be the best next course of action for the two.

...

“Sorry, I’ll- I’ll go to the bathroom for a bit.” Rayne enunciated, gently pushing Y/N off to the side and getting up so as not to worsen the awkwardness of the conversation.

But when her soft hand stopped him in his tracks, something inside of him just snapped.

“Y/N, there’s no saying what could happen if you don’t let go of your hand right now.” Rayne spoke as he turned around, his manner of speech getting a little shaky.

“I-I-I know! Well ummm I just thought that since we won’t be seeing each other in a long while… I… I want to help you since you're always by my side…”

He turned, his amber eyes meeting her e/c ones. He hugged her, bringing her face to his chest as he wrapped his arms around her neck.

“Y/N, you know how much I love you right? I promise nothing will change between us. You don’t owe me anything, love. I can wait until you’re ready.”

His words were always so reassuring, always laced with layers of honey, always warm and gentle. But she’s not doing it just to make Rayne happy, if it was with him, Y/N would gladly give her everything, in this case was her body.

“Rayne… I love you too, which is why I want to do it with you, if it’s with you I-”

Before Y/N could even finish her sentence, Rayne was already pinning her down on his bed. He impatiently pushed his lips against hers, their tongues entwining, leaving each other breathless as he pulled away.

“Sorry, I guess I got carried away there.”

He panted, their breaths shaky from the intense kiss. Still, his lips came close to her ear, letting out a husky voice.

“Hey, if you feel uncomfortable at any time, just say my full name. Otherwise, you best believe I’m not stopping until I leave tomorrow. I’m going to make it known to the whole world that you are my woman, no one can take you away from me. You’re mine, only mine. Got that? ”

Her whole face immediately turned into a tomato without any spell. He really was serious about her. He sat up on the bed, unbuttoning his shirt and loosening up his tie to reveal his toned body. Sure, Rayne was a magic user but he still kept fit to increase his stamina, which explained his six pack.

“You like it that much? C’mon, feel it– the only one stopping you is yourself.”

He smirked, enjoying that flustered look on his partner who was inevitably his to be taken. He leaned into Y/N, looking up to meet her longing eyes, that anticipation and excitement. It made Rayne so unbelievably happy that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He unbuttoned Y/N’s blouse, pulling her bra up in one swift motion as his large hands got to work; cupping her delicate mounds, licking and sucking on her perky nipples, even twisting and pulling, doing whatever he pleased as an Y/N suffered under his control, her moans spilling throughout the empty room.

“Rayne, that's… that’s embarrassing, why are you o-only focusing there…?”

“Hmm I can’t? It’s just that they look so beautiful, baby”

“Nghh that’s not fair”

“Sounds like you’re asking me to pay attention to some other parts too, huh?”

His hand slowly glided down her bare stomach, making his touch even more tingly on her body. Rayne undid her skirt and tossed it aside. Without sparing any time, he touched her wet clit that was practically soaking through her underwear.

“Amazing, you’re already this soaking wet for me when all I did was play with your nipples” He commented, pulling her panties aside and sliding his hand up and down on her swollen pussy.

Unbeknownst to Y/N, he pressed his lips up against her opening, licking her juices, even sucking her clit from time to time before inserting his tongue inside.

“Rayne why–! That place… It’s dirty…” Y/N could only say, before her voice was quickly transformed into pleasure again, the heat of both teens rising. “Hnngh.. Rayne I-I feel weird! A-ah! I think… I think I’m coming…! Mhmmm!” She said, pressing her mouth against her hand to hide her humiliating noises.

The older male pulled back, licking the liquid on his lips clean when he suddenly inserted his two fingers, pressing up against here and there until-

“A-aah!”

Y/n moaned loudly, unable to hide the fact that he had found her soft spot.

“So that’s where you’re weak? Duly noted.” He said, pressing his fingers up against it even more, receiving another moan from y/n. “I want to put it in so bad… y/n please I-” He huffed, his hot breath landing right on the crook of her neck.

“W-wait what about protection?!”

…

None of them had anticipated this moment so they had nothing on them.

“I think Max has some... ” he paused, "I'll be back in a jiffy, love" he muttered, leaving behind a small kiss on her cheek. Before he left, covered Y/N with a blanket and took his robe and left.

Y/n stayed huddled up in the blanket, trying to process what was actually happening. Was it too fast? I mean, they've been dating for like a year and a half so it should be fine right? Plus, it's Rayne. Yes, Rayne Ames. Sudden images of Rayne smiling ever so slightly whenever he met her appeared. That's right, he's the man she fell in love with. They both wanted this, it felt just right with him.

A few minutes later, Rayne had returned with the item in hand. He took off his robe once more and looked at her hungrily. "Are you ready darling?" he smirked, lifting the covers, trailing his rough hands along her leg up to her thighs as he got on top.

It’s not fair how he looks at Y/N with those eyes. How could she possibly push him away in this heat of the moment? She bit her lips in both fear and excitement, her eyes carefully following his every move.

He unbuckled his belt, pulling down his zip to reveal a huge bulge under his boxers. Scary. What was even scarier was when he took off all his undergarments, revealing a monster- no, a huge veiny cock. Y/N immediately yelped in shock, in awe of seeing something so… sinful. Yet, the excitement and pleasure that came along with it was as anticipated.

“Will it even fit…” she nervously questioned, finding it hard to believe that it’s her beloved boyfriend’s dick.

“We’ll make it work. I swear to be gentle, my love. I want us to enjoy this together.”

As soon as he slid on the condom, without any sense of hesitation, all Y/N felt was the warmth lining up her entrance before going all the way inside. That sense of fulfilment shared between the two was unfathomable. Like finally being one complete being, Rayne’s hot member filled her up.

“Your insides are wrapping around me so tightly bunny, how am I supposed to move like this huh? You tell me”

Unable to handle the dirty talk and sudden pet name, she averted her gaze from his in embarrassment. But that wasn’t going to stop him from teasing her further. He cupped her cheeks and made her face his way.

“Tell me how much you want it bunny, because no way we’re going to stop now. Not when I’ve got you right under my thumb.”

“P-please, Rayne, I need you, I need you t-thrusting inside of me… You… Only you can make me feel so incredibly happy and-”

“Well said dear, obedient bunnies get their reward don’t they? Now take it like a good girl for me, Y/N.”

Oh boy, she was in for a ride. The moment Rayne held her hands tenderly while leaning in, she should’ve braced herself. The moment he started moving– those shallow thrusts quickly turned into deep ones.

“Rayne…! Rayne…! Rayne…!”

“Say how good I feel inside you. How am I supposed to know if my baby girl likes it otherwise?”

“Yes…! Mmm! I love it! I love you! R-Rayne… ahhh… kiss please…”

“So needy for daddy hmm~ Don’t worry I’ll spoil you lots”

Those intense thrusts followed by breathless kisses.

Y/N was definitely not going to last until tomorrow.

Night has definitely fallen, but what time was it exactly? Who knows? All the two love birds know is that they’ve fulfilled their wildest desires; and that they’re right where they want to be in life. That feeling of content, reinforced by the way Rayne continues to wrap his arm around Y/N’s bare waist under the bed sheets.

“Was I… too rough?” the concerned male inquired.

“Kind of, my back is sore! Hmph!” she pouted, turning her head away for dramatic effect.

Rayne rubbed her cheeks playfully, trying to console the girl as he entertained her childish behaviour.

“C’mon bunny, don’t be like that~”

…

“Well, do you want to get washed up together? I think we’re both feeling pretty sticky after that endeavour, hmm?”

“Yeah, that does sound like a plan”

Without any warning, Rayne got up and picked Y/N up in one fell swoop, putting her over his shoulder.

“W-wait whaaa?! Put me down!” she demanded, hitting his back with her fists while her legs kicked the air.

“I’m taking responsibility for my actions so stay still my love”

He had forcefully picked her up to the bathroom and turned on the shower.

“We already went all the way, there’s no need to be shy showering-”

“It’s not that, it’s just that I still can’t wrap my head around what had just happened.”

“Well, we made love. It’s as simple as that, my beloved y/n,” he said in a matter of fact tone, leaning down to kiss her forehead gently.

Although they were done for the most part, Rayne couldn’t help but stare in awe at his lover. He had the love of his life, y/n, wrapped around his finger. She was right in front of him, ever so vulnerable as the marks he had left on her were clear as day. Her red, puffy nipples were so adorable, he just wanted to do it all over again.

Like as if Y/N read his mind, she panickedly declared, “You can’t anymore, I forbid!”

“Hmph fine fine” he gave in, not wanting to push her too hard.

The warmth of the water seemed to reflect the content of the two. It was as if they were already living together, in their own little humble abode, where the two did as they wished. Y/N drew soap bubble art on his chest, silly, cute doodles. Rayne, as promised, helped clean her up and they both had a nice, long, much needed shower.

“All done,” Rayne said, as he finally finished drying her hair with the towel.

“Thanks, babe,” she smiled cheerily, feeling very satisfied with the extra amount of attention she was getting.

“I’m merely giving you all the love you deserve, bunny” he simply said, taking the ends of her soft hair, kissing it tenderly, receiving another blush from Y/N.

“It’s illegal to be this smooth,” she mumbled, turning her head away from Rayne.

Her comment resulted in Rayne's soft laughter. That's right, this was the special dynamic they had. They were right where they wanted to be.

#rayne ames #mashle x reader #x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #x yn #smut #mashle #mashle smut

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a-sadmilky · 3 months ago

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MANGA SPOILERS, END OF BNHA

Lets start at the beginning, just to clear the air. A lot of fans (including myself at one point) thought mha was a story on how midoriya was going to become the number one hero. Which is incorrect

He says ‘This will be my story, the journey to become the best of all heroes’. Now to clear the air again. At this time Midoryia was 14. The Midoryia that is narrating had graduated from UA, I'm sure there has been a time where he (Midoryia at 14) said he wanted to become number one, but in that time that's all he knew. Him, Bakugou and all aspiring heroes at a young age assume to become the greatest is to become number one, When thats not the case at all.

When we first get introduced to this idea of true heroism is when we meet stain. We come to understand that iida’s motives to become a hero stems from his brother. Iida’s brother was left paralyzed via stain and unable to become a hero, this fueled iida’s passion to become a hero and to defeat the “hero killer”.

What stain says really changed the course of MHA

(for context, before stains tries to finish iida off, he calls him and his brother weak. Iida, upset, yells at stain for calling his brother weak and defends his honor. Iida states ‘ill kill you’ to which stain replies, “Save him first”. Stain continues, telling iida that what he is doing is the furthest thing from becoming a hero.) Stain then recognizes Midoriya as a true hero. And iida starts to find his sense of heroism

Eventually class 1-A finds their sense of heroism one by one. Leading to Momo, Kirishima, Midoryia, and Iida all go against authorities and rescue Bakugou after the attack on the forest training camp arc.

The forest training arc had to be the most confusing for fans. This is because is Tsuyu Asui

A lot of fans (me included) wondered why Tsu compares the group to villains and discourages them from saving Bakugou. Well, this is the same reason why Mirio Toogata stopped Midoryia from saving Eri.

These characters both found heroism in a similar way. Both are taught to follow the hero code, wait until the authorities either handle the situation, or until they are called in for help.

THAT DOES NOT MAKE THEM BAD CHARACTERS!! Anyone that knows me KNOWS i love the big three. But this does make the story a little more interesting, you cant teach heroism.

Both Mirio and Tsu are left feeling guilty in the aftermath

Though they both felt distraught, we start to see Mirio and Tsu started to carve their path for heroism. Im not saying that Tsu and Mirio didnt have heroic traits since both are in the hero course to save others. But Midoryia demonstrated to them that to become a true hero is to act.

Lets talk about Dynamight

Bakugo has been with Midoryia since childhood, and has seen midoryia want to become a hero. Even when he is quirkless. It (in my opinion) is not an easy thing to grasp for Bakugou.

Imagine living in a world fulled with strong powers and amazing heroes. Where quirks that are “useless” dont get to become heroes, instead they have normal jobs. Crime is arising and heroes are fighting tooth and nail to save the world while losing loved ones in the process. You are now 4, and your quirk is explosion, you are praised by everyone since showing the classroom your new power. You can see it now, you becoming just as great as your idol. Imagine your face when you find out your best friend became unlucky, and became quirkless. Imagine your face when they still want to be a hero. Sounds like a death wish, right?

I feel like bakgou cares about midoryia. Does he have a wrong way of showing it in childhood, yes.

Baukgou states that he feels like hes always behind. Bakugou feels completely side wiped at the idea that his quirkless classmate actually had a very powerful quirk. This also makes him feel as though Midorya is the one looking down at him

Bakugou has shown the MOST character development i have seen in MHA. (my opinion of course). I think its very refreshing to see them both learn from each other. Dynamight learns to become a true hero and Deku learns courage.

[There are more examples of deku imitating bakugou.. I can not find them :( ]

I always see the same argument within the fandom, “Why does Mineta get to be in the hero course and not Shinsou”. Mineta has a strong physical quirk that allowed him to pass the entrance exam. (and not to mention he placed 9/20 in the end of the term test).

((To clear the air. i am NOT a Minteta fan. But the fans constantly fails to understand how he is in the hero course. it was never about 'How cool is your quirk?' it was 'Can you defeat a robot?'))

I think what the fandom means to say is that quirks like Shinsou are often slept on.. But why?

In the society of MHA, there is a common conception that a strong quirk is the gateway to becoming a hero, especially number one. This is extremely emphasized when we are introduced to the entrance exam for Yuuei. This is completely rigged for characters with non physical quirks like; Aizawa, Shinsou, Monoma, and more.

Obviously this is not true. Even though he is not in the top 3, Aizawa has a powerful quirk that he had to learn how to strengthen and control on his own. He walked so that Shinsou can run.

The reason why i mention Monoma is because him and Shinou are very similar. They’re quirks depends on someone else. They can activate it all they want but if the recipient is not interacted with they are both ‘useless’.

I’m unsure if this is true, but I'm glad Monoma gets a statue. It opens up a window for those who don't have physical quirks. It shows that even they can become heroes.

In my opinion, Midoryia having a statute instead would not have been as impactful. It would have pushed the same narrative. Strong physical quirk = success. ((Also! did everyone just forget that Monoma literally carried the war along with Aizawa by keeping Shigaraki’s quirk erased and was able to copy Kurogiri’s quirk and teleport the heroes to the field?? That kid deserves a metal. ))

The only sad feeling i have about the ending is Midoryia losing the embers. Seeing him grown up and releasing the gifted power as if saying “thank you” still brings me to tears. To see him hon the powers and get stronger then to release them will always stab me in the heart. BUT THIS ENDING MAKES PERFECT SENSE.

Why, would Midoryia, knowing the trouble it carries, the pain it can do to the human body, would give that quirk to another? Its a good ending to finally have that power rest. Imagine that quirk got passed on again. Whoever has it next would have become number one easily, society would have learned nothing.

Midoryia becoming a teacher at Yuuei, and trying to open his own hero agency is the perfect ending for my hero academia. Teaching and aspiring others with different quirks. And we all know how he loves learning about other quirks and mutations. This is perfect for him!

‘So.. it was all for nothing?’ you might ask. If you do believe everything Midoryia did was for nothing then im sorry, you did not watch My Hero Academia.

Midoryia did not become number 1. But he most definitely became the greatest hero.

If you think being the greatest means to be number one then you have completely lost the plot of My hero. Being number 1 is not about heroism, its statistics. When you start bringing numbers into this, it starts to become a job. When you start to want to become a hero only for money you are not a true hero. Uraraka joined because she needed money, but her point of view changed. Sure now she gets money but that's not her main focus anymore. She wants to save, she wants to help others like Toga. When you want to become a hero for fame like Denki, you are not a true hero. Denki’s focus has changed. This is exactly what Stain was talking about in the beginning, society creating fake heroes.

Those are my thoughts. I love this anime so much please feel free to comment your thoughts and feelings

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kimerawrt · 1 year ago

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DP x DC: Reincarnation

(this idea keeps bothering me so I'm launching it into the void of tumblr)

Danny is the ghost king, has been for a hundred or so years, and had been working non stop to fix the mess pariah dark made. He did but he keeps working almost like an obsession (its not thankfully)

Cause working with no pause is not healthy even if one is dead, CW and other ancients decide to give their king a forced reincarnation vacation. Their king gets a rest of his duties by living a human life while they manage the zone, cause a human life is nothing to ghosts that have existed for millennia, they can wait for their king to return.

The high king of the ghost zone is born again with a new name. His name is Bruce Wayne.

(more under the cut)

Bruce is a happy child, and a very smart one. He understand machines in some strange way and is incredible good with physics (specially astrophysics). His parents are aware of how smart he is and encourage him to learn more things, Bruce learns a lot of how to manage a business from his dad and his mom teaches his about lots of things but mostly on how to think logically and deduct the truth

For some strange reason animals seem to like him, specially cats, dogs, crows and bats. When Bruce falls into the well he is scared by the bats but calms down enough to know the bats are also scared

Bruce is a happy child, until his parents are murdered in front of him.

Bruce feels like something in him breaks at that. his emotions are so painful that its almost physical. Alfred is the only one he has left and he becomes very protective of his butler

Bruce grows up with grief in his heart. He graduates high school with the biggest honors and goes to college. He tries engineering and leaves it. He tries medicine and leaves it too. He cant move past his parents murder and he cant unseen how his beloved city seems to get worse and worse.

Bruce decides to do something to fix all of that. He now has a mission. He drops out of college, makes a well thought plan and leaves to train leaving a letter behind to Alfred cause he knows if he sees the butler he wouldnt be able to leave. He needs the training.

For a year, Bruce looks for the best experts in a lot of fighting styles, offensive and defensive, things happen and he stars training with the League of Assassins. Bruce is good and learns fast but there is something in there that makes him extremely wary and make him work very hard to not get hurt

The Lazarus Pit

Those glowing green boiling waters gave him a bad feeling. Sometimes Bruce could swear the were whispering at him, calling to him to let them give him something he ought to have. Bruce was smart and knew that would be nothing good and he didnt ask the others if they too could hear the weird waters. He was sure Ra's would kill him for it. The guy was obsessed with the thing.

Unfortunately for him, in the final test to be an assassin, Bruce got hurt enough to need to be put in the waters to not die. Ra's saw potential in him and he was not going to lose someone that good in fighting.

In the waters, Bruce was being healed but something else was going on. The Lazarus Pit was made of a mix of ectoplasm, purified waters from long lost oceans and death magic. That combination made the waters heal all organic organisms in exchange for something, for sentient beings was their sanity and for non sentients was their will

Its a good thing that the ectoplasm in it recognized their king soul and the death magic was not able to take, but it could give as well.

That day Bruce Wayne remembered his last life and knew what awaited him after he died. That night, Bruce escapes from the League and returns to Gotham.

Once home, Bruce pass some time with Alfred telling little things about his travels. Alfred gives him a look that told Bruce that the butler knew he was not telling him everything. It doesnt takes long for Bruce to tell Alfred everything, the hidden parts of his travels, the League and his memories from a previous life. He could never hide things from Alfred for long.

Alfred believes him and declares that Bruce is his guard no matter what he had been or done. Bruce is happy to have Alfred with him.

Bruce had not forgotten his mission to fix Gotham and after searching for a place to train and build things he finds the Cave under his house. For some reason it feels nostalgic, as if one could build a portal to the realm of the dead in there. Of course Bruce has no plan of doing that.

While building his gadgets to fight crime in Gotham, Bruce also builds something he saw the Fentons do before the portal. It was a machine to gather ectoplasm in a passive way. He had a suspicion that the city was not only contaminated by smog but there was also something supernatural in it.

When the first drops of glowing green ectoplasm filled the vial he had left under the machine Bruce knew he was right. As it only took some days to gather it, it was clear that there was an unusual high concentration of ecto in the city. It would be too easy to open a portal in here.

Bruce then used the gathered ecto to power up his supercomputer and many more tools. He was also working on making a car powered up with it. Of course he was not going to let the bright glowing green be seen in whatever he is making.

Alfred had a slight suspicion that besides being the ghost king, his guard might be also a mad scientist

Bruce might have also kinda tamed the colony of bats living in the cave. Making sure all of them were healthy and vaccinated was a nightmare he was not willing to repeat.

Because of working with ectoplasm, Batman always gives an uncanny feeling to the criminals and makes most of them give up in fear. Batman becomes a cryptid very soon, though the police still tries to arrest him, Bruce gets a odd nostalgic feeling at being chased with guns shooting at him

it only takes a year after Batman is out fighting crime for a ghost to show up. Luckily that ghost is just Cujo. Now Bruce has a very good guard dog to protect his house and Alfred

Thanks to Cujo Bruce discovers the city has an spirit and its kinda cursed. Its too bad he had no knowledge of what kind of magic is affecting the city. And because his current human body is not magical he can do little to help. Having Cujo chase away maligns shades seems to help some.

When the rogues appear they remind Bruce of the ghosts he fought when he was a half ghost. Though, he knows they are alive and can change for the better unlike the dead that are stuck and need something too drastic to change. Although Arkham is so corrupt that Bruce has to fight another type of fight to fix that, one that unfortunately he cant punch away

When Bruce sees how the child in the circus is left alone after witnessing his parents death, or course he would want to help. He didnt expect that Robin would join him in his night job

Then another child tries to steal his wheels and ends up adopting him, he also didnt expect the new Robin and by know he would seen the pattern

When Jason is killed by the Joker, Bruce is devastated and seeks vengeance. Batman cant kill, thats a rule he imposed to his vigilante persona. But he didnt need to be Batman to get revenge and the teachings of the League of Assassins come in handy. He knew that if he killed the Joker his soul would belong to him and he would get a better revenge when he becomes the ghost king once more.

An unknown assassin kills the Joker

Twice

There is something strange in Gotham. Something that makes the Joker come back to life a little bit more unhinged every time. Something that made Jason Todd crawl out of his grave some months after burying him

Time passes, Bruce gets more children and gets in more fights. Then Jason comes back to Gotham filled with the Pit madness. But when he tries to confront Batman, the Pit calms down in the presence of its king.

Jason is happy to not having to fight the Pit all the time, he still becomes the crime lord/anti-hero Red Hood, though his relationship with his dad is not bad after they had a talk, mostly of Bruce killing the Joker more than once already (they probably go to kill the Joker again as a bonding activity or something)

-There would be other shenanigans in between all this like:

+the kids discovering you can bring food back to like with ectoplasm and making a mess in the kitchen, everyone but Jason gets a life ban from Alfred domain

+the other heroes of the League thinking Batman has a meta power to make him appear intimidating, tho it wouldnt explain where he gets the strange technology or why some could swear a green see through puppy follows the dark night even in the watchtower

+Batman and Deadman make a strange friendship in the eyes of the other, Deadman knows the bat has the soul of his king but as he is not king now its fine to be casual, the ghost adores Cujo and pets it all the time

#danny phantom #dp x dc #fic i will prob not write #danny is batman #danny is bruce wayne #reincarnation #he gets his memories back causing canon to differ #batman is detective and mad scientist #dp au

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showyouhowiswing · 5 months ago

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Some chyan headcanons:

most people think they became friends during that summer at Lava Springs, after the baseball game and Ryan became more inmeshed with the general student body

it's true enough, kind of.

they weren't friends during junior year, before all that shit went down with Troy and Gabi and the school musical, but they were something

they hooked up a few times during Darbus's detentions, backstage where no one would ever find them and once in the rafters while they were supposed to be painting the top bit of a set

it didnt mean anything. they didnt talk about it. it just sort of happened numerous times. they were both totally chill about it and Chad definitely didnt spend many nights by himself, thinking about what it would be like to not be so lonely. Ryan didnt either.

the first actual night they spent together was after the infamous baseball game, and at some point lying in the dark, tangled up in each other, Chad admitted he didn't know why they hadnt done this before.

"No beds backstage, and we were on a timecrunch. Besides, you wouldn't have said yes if I invited you over."

once they really became friends, Chad spent most of his friday nights at Ryan's, even after senior year started.

it was only a little bit about sex.

Chad eventually confessed that Ryan was his queer awakening. Ryan refused to believe him because he knew he wasn't the first guy Chad had fooled around with.

it's true though.

sophomore year Ryan became the mascot, and the first time Chad saw him take the head off Ryan was drenched in sweat and his hair was sticking to his forehead. Chad went home that night and dreamt about it.

he did hookup with a guy on the track team, convinced that his fixation on Ryan was a fluke.

it wasn't a fluke.

Ryan knew about track team guy not because Chad told him, but because he also used to hook up with the guy and he saw some rather incriminating texts on his phone.

junior year Chad kissed Ryan first, but only because Ryan egged him on.

"If you dont want to chat, Danforth, maybe you should find something else for us to do."

yes it was because of the texts, no he didnt think Chad would actually do it. he was pleasantly surprised though.

after the game it was also Chad who initiated, although it went a little differently.

"I'll do the show on two conditions, Evans. One, you go out for baseball this year. I don't care what your sister or anyone else has to say about it."

"And the second?"

"Take your pants off."

over the course of senior year, everybody kind of figured there was something going on with them, but it wasn't confirmed until the morning after prom. they all shared a handful of hotel rooms, except Sharpay who fucked off to god knows where, and Ryan who specifically got his own room to get away from the eventual chaos.

and Chad, who was of course the exception to the rule.

Zeke woke them up the next morning for brunch, and Ryan (in an attempt to be helpful) tried to cover and say he slept on the floor, obviously there was nothing indecent going on.

Chad, from under the duvet, announced that Ryan was a terrible liar because not only did they definitely have sex last night, it had been going on awhile, and also Chad was very bisexual and anyway they'd be down for brunch in half an hour.

he made a similar speech at brunch minus the duvet and specifics regarding the sex.

everyone was chill, though money did exchange hands. Kelsi was miffed they didnt wait until after graduation so she could win the pool.

they're happy together.

so incredibly happy.

#i dont care if some of these are implausible (ie‚ the rafter painting) you can pry them from my cold dead hands #also. ive elected to ignore many of the events in hsm3. i dont care.#chyan #chad danforth #ryan evans #high school musical 2 #high school musical #posting at 2 in the morning bc i make good choices #ks talks

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awrkive · 29 days ago

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re: anon who just asked u if u received my ask i was talking about the ask thats about tlp! it was about asking for confirmation about tlp timeline??? like if im correct jk and mingyu were bff in undergrad, then thye had a falling off during third year then after grad they never saw each other up until nayeons engagement party right??? and then for the tlp surgeons gang oc and jk knew each other first in first year, then doyeon, then tae in second year, then nayeon during internship?? this is so incoherent but tl;dr i just would like to know the tlp timeline starting from mingyu and jk relationship!!

OHHH OMG i went thru my inbox just now and i didnt really receive it ): it may be tumblr just doing its thing. i see from other blogs here that some asks get lost sometimes sorry about that!! ANYWAY.

below is the official TLP TIMELINE from undergrad to postgrad days. putting it under the cut jic some people are still waiting for the finale to read the entirety

TLP TIMELINE

UNDERGRAD:

1st year-3rd year college: jungkook and mingyu bff era (studied premed together) see their history here

around 3rd year: jungkook dated his first girlfriend park jiyeon. but later on she cheated on him with mingyu. mingyu and jk's friendship was broken off after that

4th year: jk started to date a lot lol a trauma response from his previous experience. wouldnt say he was a fuckboy tho just that he started to get out there more!!! he had and still is having a hard time dating seriously because of what happened with jiyeon.

after graduation, mingyu and him lost contact (intention on both sides most esp jk)

POST GRAD (MED SCHOOL)

1st term, 1st year med school: jk met oc at the law library with his law student friend jimin (see drabble)

2nd term, 1st year med school: jk met doyeon. doyeon develops a crush on jk. the three (oc jk doyeon) formed a study group. oc and eunwoo went out more.

around 2nd sem-ish of first year: oc starts developing feelings for eunwoo (mentioned in part 1 main story how). she then started seeing eunwoo time to time BUT she was pretty much single the entirety of her freshman year in med school

1st sem, 2nd year: taehyung joins the study group. oc and eunwoo became official

3rd year, med school: eunwoo and oc had a falling out. there was an almost confession and kiss that happened between jk and oc (mentioned in pt2) so OC does know that jk liked her BEFORE. but oc and eunwoo dated e/o again.

4th year, med school: jungkook and min sora dated. eunwoo proposed to oc. jk and sora broke up after a year of dating (all of this are mentioned pt2).

RESIDENCY

internship year (1st year residency): oc and eunwoo broke up. nayeon was a co intern and the 5 became friends!

2nd year residency: oc single era. had a hard time moving on from eunwoo for two years ):

3rd year residency: oc has just been dating casually/going to blind dates. so is jk.

4th year residency: PRESENT TIME. this is where the main story starts. oc dates mingyu then yadda yadda.

A LITTLE BIT OF CONFIRMATION

was jungkook really inlove with her for the whole timeline?

i went into detail about this in part 3 but what i will say is that. he had a HUGE crush on oc for the entirety of freshman year but he was really indenial about his feelings. the reason why is bcs he was a bit scared of loving somebody again. and it wasnt too long since park jiyeon around that time so that was definitely a huge factor. he only admitted to himself that he was inlove with oc during second year, when oc and eunwoo had already become official. he tried to move on a lot of times bcs eunwoo and oc just seemed really perfect for each other. this is basically what he does for the entirety of 8 years tbh: try to move on from oc. then dipping back. try to move on again. then dip back. he couldnt make a move for the entirety of 4 years. miss maam was in a pretty much solid relationship. then its another 2 years of oc moving on from eunwoo. the remaining 2 years is just a lot of back n forth of fears and doubts and uncertainties. he admits to being a coward but i think ultimately he respects their friendship a lot and would never want to jeopardize it, hence why it took him so long to confess (and it didnt even come out right lol)

#ohhh this was so long but im glad u asked this!!!!!#somehthing for myself as well afjdhgfjds #i put my whole awrkussy in this one jagfjdsgf #fic: tlp

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fanartlover1234 · 4 months ago

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SPACER APOCALYPSE

Y/n a ruthless thief, raised by Silvers pirate crew.

Jim an Intersollar academy graduate and spacer.

Childhood friends split in enemies.

3 years old:

Sarah placed her hands at her hips when she heard the voices in Jims room, how the younh boy laughed and the girl giggled.

"James Hawkins" Sarah said as she opened the door looking at the two kids, both putting on their best puppy dog eyes.

Jim laughed bit when his mother lifted him in her arma before the woman turned to Y/n.

The little girls young doe eyes looked at her, her greyish eyes being amazed when the book of pirate storys opened once again.

The kids played before Sarah led the young her back to her room and tucking her in.

"Do you think pirates are real?" She asked while the woman turned her night light on.

"I think, everything is possible if you believe it strong enough" Sarah said before closing the door.

22 years later:

And boy did the girl believe, as one of the most feared pirates in galaxy, her crew quite large but she only trusted few people and her black ship with the old sails drew attention and fear in any dock.

When Jims father left, he draged her with and soon she was on her own untill Jhon Silver found her and raised her.

She had seen Jim at the search for treasure planet but refused to get on the ship.

Of course she felt bad for never returning or even writing a letter to note she was okey but she had a life, a reputation.

So when the pirate meet was now right behind the overwhelming doors of the Inn she so dreadfuly wished she would have played sick and not come.

The black dress reached above her ankles flattering her greyish blue skin tone and tje blacl boots made of same lether as her belt and pirate hat that sat on her grey hair.

She entered after few bug breaths making her way straight upstairs to the bathroom only to pass her old bedroom on the way.

She moved to the door, a small crack left open the same way it was when she was draged away by the man she barely ever spoke with.

She opened the door steping inside, it was exactly the same as it was when ahe left.

The pink walls and white forniture with all her stuffed animals and as she picked up her pink teddy bear with an eyepatch and a pirate hat that Sarah had made for her she was reminded of the days she tried to be a good pirate the type thay stole for the poor and suported everyone and her gaze fell to the mirror and she closed her eyes shut.

"Hello?" Sarahs voice ringed in her ears as she slowly turned to the woman, the teddy bear in hand "oh Y/n"

The woman didnt waste a second to take the girl in a warm embrace, though in her own eyes Y/n has changed much, her skin covered in scars one marking her collor bone and another her lip but in Sarahs eyes she was still the little girl with doe eyes thay dreamed of pirates and adventures.

"Just wait untill Jim, knows you are-"

"Im not. Im not back its just for tonight" Y/n said looking down before placing the bear back and leaving to her ship.

"Captain, look what we found snooping around the deck" one of the men said beforr steping away to make a clear view for their boss.

"Leave" she ordered the men and all scattered away to the party, she was not sure if it was fear or exitment for party that made them move so quickly but her mind didnt dwell on it too much when she looked at the man tied to her main mast.

He was clearly taller and the usual pony tain was now oddly suiting him as he stared right at her, his blue eyes surely burning holes in her tinted skin.

"What are you doing here" she asked as she untied him.

"Is that anyway to say hi to an old friend" Jim asked as he watched the girl lean on the railing of her boat taking her hat off.

"A friend? You have been making my life a shit hole for past few years with your whole intersollar acadamy graduate bullshit" she sais harsly crossing her arms as he leaned on the main mast his usual smirk still there.

She could have bet he had the same one while he was watching her strugle to start the ship after he messed with wires on it a few months back.

But boy did that smirk had an effect on her.

"Yes cause a friend would have at least sent a note to let people know they are fine"

"Well i thought you guys thought that i- oh whatever just leave" she said trowing her arms up before leaving for her bedroom in captains room earning a chuckle from the man as he followed her stoping her at the steps traping her between his hands.

"No no no, i deserve an apology, i was very worried" he said leaning in but she sliped away fastly before she mumbled something among the lines of an apology her voice nervouse as she tried closing her doors but he went in anyways now backing her slowly up "and another one, cause i was so hurt when i saw you were okey but no note" he pouted his hand flying to his heart in a mocking way before he caught the girls waist when she triped over her own feet.

His forhead touched hers while his free hand was on her neck as he tried to find her eyes.

"Im sorry" she mumbled

"Its okey, i forgive you" he said before kissing the cornor of her mouth and moving to centre but she pulled back.

"This is-"

"Wrong? Yeah i know, it like spacer apocalypse but since when do we care" he said before smashing his lips on her.

His lips.

Her lips.

Apocalypse.

#jim hawkins #jim hawkins x reader

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lovingmidnight · 2 years ago

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roommate

Jude Bellingham Fluff

a/n : dont rlly like this lmfao 💀little long but😭

I was always known to be a cold girl by others. got that intimidating look by the first glance, or so like everyone has told me. I didn't really mind these comment at first but it has really got to me for a while now. I've always been a nice girl who tried to give back whenever and however I could, but no one could see that about me. no one but my friend who was the classmate who sat next to me in school. Jude transferred to my school not long till graduation, so we spent a lot of time talking and taking classes together. he always sucked at english and geography which happened to be my strong suit, so I tutored him after classes in the school garden, but when it came to P.E, he bullied the shit out of the way I ran to the point ran slow as a turtle for a hot minute. he talked shit about my football skills, which I couldnt argue to - he indeed is a good player, at least compared to me.

even though he was a pain in the ass, he still was my only real friend in school. no one else tried to come up to me to say hi, nobody except jude, who out of 14 empty seats in the classroom, chose the empty seat next to mine in the back of the class. we soon drifted away from each others contact after graduation which left a lingering feeling in me, but not that I thought of that often. that was until the last 3 months, that he offered me to be his dorm mate, just around the season start. he explained how everyone in the england team shared bedrooms with eachother as jude was left with an empty room, and knowing his trashy style from the senior year, trashy furniture too.

the random phone call threw me off at first, but then when i heard him whining to have a roommate I finally agreed to stay for a little, just enough for the championship to be over. on today - it has come the day of the move in.

- "hello?" judes voice muffled as I picked the phone up

-"yeah what." I mumbled

"woah there, just wanna know if your all packed and ready to go."

-"i am, but you better get up here and help me with these heavy luggage."

"look out the window" he smirked

this dork has still remembered my address.

I turn around facing the window, the sight of him leaning in front of the car with a broad smile on his face, and an awkward wave.

-"oh shit-" I whisper under my breath as I could even close an eye, he dissapeared in pain sight only to hear a doorbell on my front door.

"come in." I say, opening the entrance as he unexpectedly grasps on to me, hugging my last breath away. it was awkward at first but it definitely felt good since I've hadn't had a long hug like that in a hot minute.

-"what was that for..." I joke waiting for his usual goofy response

"just missed you." he says calmly, coming and grabbing my luggage that was laying beside me

-"wait those are heavy-"

"I got it." he looked over his shoulder as he went down the stairs to his car.

taken back by the interaction, I tried to keep calm and went to the car, opening the passenger seat as a hand weighted on my shoulder, pulling the handle himself and leading me inside

-"wow, what a gentleman" I smirk, looking up at his tall figure as he chuckled lightly closing the door.

he kept quiet for some reason, which made me awkward but I just calmed my self down and took the jokes down a notch.

-"so... is it far..?" I ask, turning my head to him

-"no, not really." he looks back, making eye contact for a split second soon before focusing back on the road.

silence lingered for a little, looking out the window, didnt notice it at first.

"so...how have you been?" he asks, looking to the side to check on me since I was being quiet. "oh nothing much.. just been enjoying the break I have from college right now, it's been a lot you know."

"you know I didnt go to college y/n" he chuckles " but I get how tiring that would be for you. but you got it, you're a smart girl." he reached over to tap my head.

that moment, something inside me tensed, I don't know why or how but I pushed it away right away.

about 15 minutes later, almost fast asleep, jude pulled to the driveway, unbuckeling his seatbelt, soon realizing me laying still "y/n?" he uttered, shaking my shoulder lightly. as a deep sleeper I ignored it, but minutes later I woke up to judes face near mine, waving his hand over my eyes. his smiling face as he saw me wake up made me feel comforted as his soft voice didnt feel so bad even when I fully despise waking up. "do you want me to carry you or something?" he smiled "no I'm awake." I mumble rubbing my eyes.

jude took a look and started laughing hysterically

"what??, is there something on my face??" I whined

"did you forget you were wearing makeup? your eyes are fully blacked out" he wheezed

"WHAT" I immediately wake up and sit up straight, pulling down the car mirror, to see my eyes completely normal.

"jude. fucking. bellingham. I'm going to kill you." I growl as he laughed uncontrollably

"I knew it would be the only thing to get you up!"

to be honest it my fault, why did I trust him?! I didnt even wear make up today.

fast forward to evening, jude has helped me set up my stuff in our bedroom. everything has started to tidy up, ...except for judes clothes laying everywhere. but I tried to ignore that since I knew I was just a raging perfectionist. I got ready for bed, I quickly finished my skincare routine and walked out the connected bathroom in the room to the sight of jude laying down on the bed watching YouTube videos

"so when are you going to bring out a mattress" I ask casually

-"a mattress?" he asked

"yeah...? do you think I'm gonna sleep on the floor?"

"you're gonna sleep with me.." jude said casually

"PFFFTT" I cackled "great joke judie" I laughed nervously only to look to his serious confused face

"look, my teammates thought I wasnt gonna have a roommate so they gave me the room with one bed."

"well fuck." I mumble, closing my eyes in regret to why I agreed to do this.

"if it bothers you that much, I'll sleep on the floor." he sighs, looking back down at his phone

he always had that puppy voice that made you feel bad everytime you didn't agree so I had no other choice.

"alright fuck it. I'm not gonna sleep on the floor so might as well." I sighed, walking up to the bed with judes smug smiling face.

"schooch over boy." i laid inside the warm sheets which felt heavenly, soon after jude joined in too as it got pretty awkward fast. I tried to flip over, but he did aswell causing him to hug me from behind

"ew dont do that." I whisper in the dark

"its tight here I cant help it" he shout whispered back

"well should've thought of this earlier" I growled back through my breath.

soon enough, I find myself wide awake next to jude who was fast asleep. his legs tangled up with mine as his head rested on my shoulder, and if I was 100% honest, it made me feel safe. it made me feel comforted and warm. I tried to push away these feelings but I soon got the hint. it was close to 3 am when I sat up straight and realized,

"oh my god, I'm in love with jude."

..It all was real. I couldnt pretend anymore like I didn't flinch at every touch of him, that everytime he spoke it didn't send spirals down my stomach. It meant something.

I looked over to my shoulder to the sight of judes face, fully knocked out. I guess hes been practicing hard lately, it is world cup season after all. it made me smile but it also made me guilty. what if he doesnt feel the same? what if he sees me only platonically? it all terrified me.

I tried to shut myself out and laid down, jude immediately grasping onto me and nuzzling into my arms. I guess he was a deep sleeper but he really liked cuddling. the feeling of guilt stuck to me till the next morning where I spent the day being quiet.

waking up to jude already outside training, I went out to the kitchen to grab a bite, greeted with a plate of breakfast, including eggs with bacon and bagels - my favorite. I smiled beginning to sit down and eat. not long after I finished, getting up the chair to go out to the balcony, where jude practiced shooting in the field. I awkwardly waved to him. as he noticed me his face lit up, waving back like a happy dog. he signed me to come down to pitch, at first I declined since it was cold, I was only wearing a big t-shirt, with small shorts underneath, which looked barely noticable. I hesitated at first but soon accepted cause, fuck it, I got nothing to do anyway. and I modt certainly dont want to be there when his teammates come out.

I ran downstairs to the back door, which lead to a private field where jude was practicing.

"hey, you should've brought a jacket, it's cold here."

"I'm fine." I respond rather coldly

he looked at me with a face that made me feel guilty even more. "so,where are your teammates?" I make small talk "they're yet to arrive here." he responded, hitting the ball powerfully, which made me flinch a little.

"so... how do you guys hang out when you're here?" jude sat down the field, wiling his forehead with his arm

"we usually go to clubs, I mean they force me to go to clubs. you'd be surprised how many girls recognize us there." he smiles

"oh so you're getting some girls?" I stand in front of him

"I mean I just dont accept them." he says, looking up at me

"why not? arent you looking for a girlfriend?" I say, hoping for an answer that wouldn't keep me up at night

"I am, just I'm looking for a right one for me." he said, continuing his glance over me.

"you got a lot of options then from your club girls" I laugh but more like scoff

"well.." he hesitates, knowing he does.

"well I'm gonna go know." I say, making myself almost blow cover.

"why?"

"oh i dont know, just got cold maybe, i mean, I am wearing almost only a tshirt." I mumble trying to find an excuse.

"that's mine by the way." he smiles looking at his graphic tee was wearing.

"oh." I look down, recognizing the t-shirt that jude wore in high school, where he spent the whole night in my room while i was tutoring him for an upcoming english exam. that's why I didnt remember buying this...

"here-" I tugged on the bottom of the shirt almost pulling it up only to realize i wasnt wearing anything underneath. jude stood there awkwardly as I almost stripped infront of him,

"uhm. I'll go change then and give it to you later." I say awkwardly turning around

"no keep it. it looks better on you anyway." he yelled as I got closer to the door.

the rest of the day I kept quiet as well, until it came to dinner time, where his whole team was going to be there as well. I took a shower and dressed up nicely to find jude sitting outside the room with a white button up and black pants. that sighting almost sent me to a mental hospital but I kept casual, keeping on my cover.

"ready?" he says before turning around as he paused, analyzing my dress quietly

"yes." I answer trying to ignore him literally checking my outfit out.

"you look great." he mumbled shyly.

"thanks." I say coldly, trying not to scream my lungs out.

we sat in the car, soon arriving at the restaurant. his teammates already sitting down waiting for him as we walked in, whispering and giggling being heard.

"hey guys." jude sat down casually. "this is y/n, I finally got her to be my roommate." he smiled glancing over me.

"hey guys. it's a pleasure to be here." I say shyly

"welcome, it's a pleasure to have you here." foden put his hand out for a shake. jude glared over him as he shook my hand, I suspected him being mad but I pushed it away, thinking it was just my delusions.

we spent the rest of the evening chatting and laughing with the team which was a lot of fun. we got up, ready to leave.

"that was fun." he said

"yeah." I say dryly, trying to keep character once again.

"y/n, what's wrong?" he says, making me caught off guard.

"what do you mean?" I answer

"why are you being different, sort of cold with me?" he asks as I feel my throat tightening

"I'm not trying to do that.." i say holding back my tears from forming.

"did I do something? I'm sorry if I did anything that makes you unco-"

"you didn't do anything jude! I'm the problem for growing a fucking crush on you now I can't escape you. I know you don't feel the same way and you don't have to explain anything to me cause I know you have someone on your mind but-"

"what...?" he cuts me off "you think I like someone? who isnt you??

- y/n I've been trying to make it obvious by day one that i liked you. I chose the seat next to you in high school where I would spend years in. I always had a teacher in english before you offered me to be my tutor, I dropped her the next day. I always wrote little hearts next to your name in my contacts. and do you think that I couldn't live alone in my dorm? i just wanted you to be with me too and took the first excuse i could get. y/n I've been in love with you since the start of everything. it didn't go a day when you wouldn't cross my mind." he says.

that's when a stone fell off my chest. tears glazed over my eyes as I started whimpering in front of him. jude came near me and wrapped his arms around me.

"I love you, y/n. I've always had." he whispers holding me tightly.

"I love you more." I cry, holding him tighter

safe to say, I was no more awkward to sleep warmly in his arms.

#jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham imagines #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham #football fanfic #fanfic #fluff #football #fiction #footballer x reader #footballer imagine #headcanons #oneshots #football imagine #imagines

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aline-the-cat · 2 years ago

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I was just imagining how much more hilarious it would've been if the Cullens were in college xD

Like, im hs everyone tries to take themselves seriously, everyone gossip about them and they have a ✨️reputation✨️

In college tho, it would've been like:

"Who are they?"

"Ah those are the Cullens, you'll probably see them all over the place"

"They are so pale tho"

"Yeah, wait until you enter next semester"

Also they would be able to stay a few more years than expected

"Hey, didnt the cullens graduated last year?"

"Apparently they are going for a second degree"

"Wtf why? Are they even alive???"

"Who knows, I sometimes dont see them breathe for a while.... but anyway about the paper we have to do-"

Also I feel like it would be funnier if Bella was an undergraduate and her life and morals are twisted by final proyects and horrible teachers

"Bella, everything in me is design to kill, I've kill before, I'm a monster"

"A monster is Mrs Deborah giving us five assigments and three essays for thursday Edward"

Also, just imagine queen bee Alice being loved by all because she has all the question banks for the tests, Bella loves her and also low-key hates her when she teases her in exchange of them

"Why dont you just ask Edward? He literally reads the teacher's mind"

"I asked him once and he went on his 'we have to be good kids and do not bring attention to us' rants"

Alice, who is perfectly aware he was 75% messing with her: "Oh, I see"

Jacob 'I left school to be a werewolf' Black: "Bella whats wrong with you? Is that leech draiming yoi? Are you turning?"

"What? Noo!"

"But you are so pale, you have eyebags and you lool half-dead!"

"Yeah, its called 'end-of-semester"

Also, consider this: fratboy!Emmet 🙌🏻

#Im sorry about this #but hear me out #It would've been glorious!#incorrect twilight #twilight saga #Edward Cullen #Bella Swan #The Cullens #Emmet Cullen #Alice Cullen #Jasper Hale #Rosalie Hale #incorrect cullen family

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bridgyrose · 5 months ago

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Cinder took a deep breath of the night air, relaxing as she felt the cold air hit her lungs. A smile crossed her lips as she started to walk down the street, looking for a bite to eat. She glanced around at the people she passed on the street, almost looking each one over as she licked her lips. Though none of them really caught her eye to have fun with.

At least, until she saw her. A young huntress in gothic attire and a red cloak, Ruby Rose. An up and coming huntress that had been the talk of the news for the last few years. Youngest to graduate Beacon, arrested Torchwick, a prodigy in her own right with how quickly she’d made a name for herself. But what Cinder was most familiar with was how that girl always seemed to get in her way. Her attempts to bring Beacon to its knees were stopped by the huntress before she graduated, always being in the right place at the right time.

And all that did was make Cinder want her more.

A grin crossed her lips as she made her way over to Ruby. She paused for a moment as she watched a couple of men walk up to Ruby, taking a step back to wait for her moment to save the day.

“What’s a girl like you doing out here?” one of the men asked.

The other man grinned and pinned Ruby to the wall. “I think she’s here for a bit of fun.”

“If you need to know, I’m waiting for someone,” Ruby answered, anger in her voice. “Now leave me alone!”

Cinder winced a bit as she heard bones crack when Ruby slammed her boot into one of the men’s legs, catching him dropping to the ground. Normally she’d use the opportunity to come help, though she couldnt help but stand back and let Ruby work. Her heart raced as she watched the girl practically pick up one of the men and throw him into the wall, and a blush crossed her cheeks as she enjoyed the show she was getting. Ruby was stronger than she looked, which didnt come as too much of a surprise considering the weapon she normally used. Something she’d have to keep in mind.

Ruby sighed and wiped her hands off onto her skirt. “That should teach you both a lesson.”

“A lesson I’m sure they’ll both carry with them for a long time,” Cinder said as she walked over to Ruby. “I’m surprised someone like you knows how to handle yourself like that.”

“Yang and dad taught me. Though, I havent had to defend myself like this before. Usually Yang or Blake take care of it for me.”

“Sounds like you’re in good hands with your brothers.”

“Yang’s my sister, actually.” Ruby looked away to hide a slight blush. “And Blake’s just a… good friend.”

“Just a good friend?” Cinder asked with a smirk. She let her hand brush up against Ruby’s, a shiver running down her spine as she practically felt Ruby’s heart beating as quickly as hers. This girl was going to be hers and she was going to enjoy it. “Sounds like there’s more to the story than that.”

“Not really. A-at least nothing that’s important.”

“Sounds like you’re selling yourself short.” Cinder gently placed a finger under Ruby’s chin and moved her head to look her in the eyes. Her own blush started to deepen as she looked into silver eyes that seemed to reflect the light around her. “Though, that aside, what is a girl like you doing out here all alone? Seems like a rough area for a huntress.”

“I-I uh… I was going to meet a friend here,” Ruby answered, slowly pulling away from Cinder. “He’s a little late though and I was about to call him.”

“Maybe I can stay and wait with you. It’ll deter others from trying the same stunt if you have someone with you.”

Ruby shook her head and started to walk off. “I’ll be fine and I’m sure he’s just running late-”

“And I want to make sure someone like you is safe,” Cinder practically whispered into Ruby’s ear. Her eyes glanced at Ruby’s neck for a brief moment, her hand gently moving down Ruby’s arm. “Sure, you can take care of yourself, but all that’s going to do is invite others to try again. Besides, you really dont think your friend is coming, do you? If he’s not here yet, then he’s flaked on you.”

“He hasnt flaked. No, he wouldnt-”

“Then why is he leaving you hanging?” Cinder pulled Ruby closer, almost shivering as she felt her warm skin against her own. But her smell, it seemed… off. Unlike anything she’d smelled before on a human. “If you’re still against me sticking around with you, then why dont we go look for him? It’d feel wrong for me to leave you alone just to wait around.”

“I guess there wouldnt be any harm in looking.”

“Then lets start looking. Any idea where he should be coming from?”

“He said he’d be coming from one of the clubs, so we can start there.”

“Perfect,” Cinder said as she started to pull Ruby along. Searching around the clubs would give her plenty of places that were out of sight to feed from Ruby and then make her hers. Having a huntress under her thumb, especially one that was always getting her in her way, would make things easier.

She smiled a bit as she pulled Ruby into a quiet alleyway and relaxed, fangs starting to show. “Do you see him? If not, we can check out another club.”

Ruby shook her head. “He wouldnt be back-”

Cinder pulled Ruby to her and sunk her teeth into Ruby’s neck, letting out a soft moan as she felt the first few drops of blood run through her. All she had to do was drink enough from her and then-

Her eyes widened as she felt her body start to burn from the inside out. She ripped herself away from Ruby, coughing, sputtering and dropping to the ground while nearly ripping Ruby’s neck in the process. Her hands shook as she wiped her mouth, eyes looking back at the girl she had just tried to feed from.

“Is everything okay?” Ruby asked, her voice sounding more concerned than angry as she held her neck to stop the bleeding. “If you need to feed, you really should find someone else.”

“Find someone else… you’re human, arent you?” Cinder asked as she finally caught her breath. “Why the hell does your blood burn like that?”

“Because I’m�� not exactly… human.”

“What the hell are… you…?” Cinder’s words trailed off as she watched Ruby remove her hand from her wound, a patch of fur sitting where skin had been. But what really threw her off was how Ruby’s heart seemed to stop. No heartbeat, no blood flowing, the signs she’d normally look for to find another vampire.

Cinder frowned for a moment, but then smiled as a thought crossed her mind. If Ruby was similar to her, then that was all the leverage she’d need. “Well, this is interesting.”

Ruby winced as the fur started to recede, pulling her cloak over the wound to hide it. “I need to leave-”

“You’re not going anywhere,” Cinder said as she picked herself back up and grabbed Ruby’s arm. “Not unless you want me to tell others what you are. Just think about what would happen if anyone found out about what you are.”

“You wouldnt-”

“I wont as long as you come with me and follow my instructions. And I have plans for you.”

#rwby #ruby rose #rwby ruby rose #cinder fall #fallen petals #ruby x cinder #not sure what to call this au yet

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