#cass drabbles

[ruenii]

Tim, [pointing his staff at the human traffickers]: YOU ARE OUTGUNNED

Jason, [hyping him up]: WHAT?

Tim: OUTMANNED!

Jason: WHAT?!

Tim: OUTNUMBERED OUTPLANNED

Jason: PAY YOUR FUCKING TAXES!

Tim: PUT YOUR GUNS DOWN ON MY COMMAND

Jason: HAND EM OVER!!

Tim: THIS IS HAMILTON MY RIGHT HAND MAN!

Jason, [getting his guns out]: PWO PWO PWO PWO PWO-

Goons: *shaking* what the FUCK are Batman feeding his partners--

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[lemonlinelights]

Intervention

ao3

Summary: The turtles are worried about Casey Jr's recent behavior.

A short fic based off of somerandomdudelmao’s Cass Apocalyptic series 

   Casey Jr!” Mikey yelled. It was a type of shout heard on long car rides when a cow was spotted. Casey froze, his hand hovering over the door knob. 

   “Hi?” Casey asked. He turned around to face Mikey. Then he immediately regretted doing so. It wasn’t only Mikey that was there. Donnie and Leo had appeared quietly, flanking either side of Casey. It reminded him of that dinosaur movie they watched together to have him “better understand pop-culture”. 

   “Well um,” Casey turned around “I’ve gotta go-” he tried to make a break for it only to be met with the wall that is Raphael Hamato. Casey was surrounded. 

   “What, what is this, an intervention?” Casey joked. He was the only one who laughed.

   “Precisely.” Donnie said. Casey’s eyes widened. 

   “We’re worried about you.” Raph said, hand on Casey’s shoulder. Reassuring, but also stopping Casey from bolting. 

    “Me?” Casey asked. 

    “Yes, you!” Leo exclaimed. “Who else would we be talking about?” He waved his arms around. 

   “…not me?” Raph’s brow furrowed. 

   “You haven’t been home at all.” Mikey said, officially opening the floodgates. 

   “We haven’t seen you eat.” 

   “You won’t talk to us.”

   “Have you been sleeping at all?” 

   “You’re skittish.” 

    “And I know you’ve been stealing from my lab!” Donnie shouted. 

   “Also, you’ve been lying.” Leo finished. Casey rocked back and forth. 

   “Psh, me, lying?” Casey waved his hand as if to dismiss the idea. 

   “Does saying you have an uncle of all things ring any bells, Casey?” Leo asked, hands on his hips. Casey felt his heart sink. 

   “What Leo means to say is, we can help Casey, whatever it is that’s bothering you, us, April, Splinter, and…even Draxum.” Raphael explained, he squeezed Casey’s shoulder. Donnie rolled his eyes, but he didn’t scoff. 

   “Yeah!” Mikey exclaimed. “I can use my pizazz!” He said while finger gunning at Casey. 

   Casey couldn’t do this. What felt like an eternity to Casey looked like a blur to the others. He yanked himself out from under Raph’s hand, dodging Mikey trying to grab him. 

   “No!” Casey shouted. “No, you can’t help!” 

   “Yes we can!” Leo shouted back and God the way he tilted forward, arms opened wide, a determined look on his face. Casey choked back tears. 

   “You can’t bring them back!” 

    Everyone stilled. 

   “You look just like them.” Casey whispered. But that also wasn’t the full truth.

    Sure Leo did what Uncle Tello called the mom stance but he didn’t do it with the same caring grin. Smile lines and crows’ feet missing from his face. Donnie rolled his eyes but it wasn’t the same playfulness. Mikey did finger guns but there wasn’t the same spark, literally and figuratively. And this Raph couldn’t hold him the same, they weren’t there yet. He wasn’t there yet with any of them, where an embracing hug was the default. They were so much alike but they were not the same turtles he knew. They were not his senseis. 

   All he wanted right now was a genuine Hamato hug. His Hamatos’ hugs. And Uncle Tello could do that. Uncle Tello was here. Uncle Tello was working towards a day where all of them could hug Casey again. Casey could do that. Casey could be here with them, his senseis. 

   “I can fix it.” Casey said. His hope poured out like a squashed oozesquito. Sad and beaten but still going. 

    “Huh?” Mikey said. 

    “Just you wait!” Casey exclaimed, running out of the lair, heels on fire. 

   “Casey, wait!” Leo started to go after him. One of Donnie’s mechanical limbs reached out and grabbed him. 

   “What would you even do?” Donnie asked. Leo didn’t know. He didn’t know. None of them know. 

   But Casey? Casey knew. Casey knew exactly what he was going to do. For once in his life he knew exactly what he wanted and he knew exactly how to get it. 

   Casey Hamato knows.

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[supernaturalfreewill]

"I'm sorry. I—I wanted to tell you sooner. Sam and Dean didn't think it was a good idea." Cas took an exploratory step toward you, his expression apologetic and concerned. You seemed frozen. "You're—you're freaking out right now, aren't you?" he asked, his brow furrowing even lower over his bright blue eyes, the same eyes you'd just seen glow cobalt.

You gulped, your eyes still wide. "Only on the inside," you muttered. "You're—you have—your wings—" you stammered.

Now, Cas was the one surprised. "You could see them?" he asked.

You nodded urgently. "I can't believe this is happening. You're an angel. You're an actual angel. What the hell?"

"Y/N, you could see my wings?" he asked again.

You nodded. "Yes. Isn't that—normal? You just told me you're an angel. And then you just did something... with the glowing and the— Shouldn't I be able to see them?"

Cas shook his head. "No one has ever been able to see them before."

"What do you mean?"

"A human being able to see an angel's wings is—" he searched for the right word, "—significant," he said.

You nodded and tried to pull in a deep breath but you were feeling suddenly lightheaded. "I think I need to sit down."

Cas was there in an instant, immensely concerned, and helped you settle into the couch.

Prompt: "you're freaking out right now, aren't you?" / "only on the inside."

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[jnkangels]

Amour, larmes et pinceaux dans l'eau.

(Muse Sevika x artist reader)

summary: Sevika is and always will be your muse, the absolute owner of your mind, soul and heart. You are your favorite painter and she is the muse of all your works.

c.w: a nudism, fluff, modern au, soft drabble, men dni!

Author's note: English is not my first language, feel free to correct me.

You love her.

The woman who poses in front of your canvas is your muse. The absolute owner of your heart, her essence has permeated your being so much that it is as if she were a part of you.

Thanks to her, you recovered your estrus for art; Thanks to her you recovered something that gave meaning to your life, something that you thought you had lost.

But now... It was more than just a passion or a way to release compressed frustration through brushstrokes on a blank canvas. It is a way to express your love in a less ephemeral way than words that float in the form of memories, this is something more lasting.

When she poses for you, you don't think about anything else, just you and her. You only focus on how cute the locks look falling down her face or how cute her eyes are that you're practically immersed in.

And damn, you memorized every one of her scars that she was still ashamed of, every birthmark, every one of her angles; It is simply beautiful.

"Stop looking at me like that." The half-naked woman says and then faces you with a smile on her lips, you are so immersed in your own thoughts about her, that you don't even pay attention to what she says.

She clears her throat, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. You see her looking directly at you which makes you a little nervous.

"What were you saying?" You say with a smile on your face, still a little oblivious to what was happening around you.

"I said stop looking at me like that." The woman steps down from her platform with a towel wrapped around her waist to approach where you're.

"How do you think I'm looking at you?" You ask curiously.

"As if... You will love me." These last words are a sweetened whisper that is capable of making you blush instantly.

"Don't you think I look at you that way because I really love you?" The words that came from your lips were enough to make the woman's cheeks turn a growing red.

"I know, I love you too."

You simply love her.

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[whumpasaurus101]

Chapter Ten

Ohhhh the whump in this- there is quite a lot teehee. Enjoy me rising from my hybernation of 2 months!

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The chair let out a quiet groan as Cass readjusted himself in his seat, eyes staring plainly at the table which Martyn sat opposite him. They had stayed like this for a while. Not a single sound. Cass wasn't going to give Martyn  shit. He tried to keep his mind quiet. Keeping himself away from the situation away from his head. His team was going to look at him for what they should do next. But he didn't know. What they could do.

His eyes desperately scanned the room, searching for something- anything he could use as a weapon. Oh, who was he kidding?? They were doomed.

“So, tell me, Cass, why did you lot decide to come in and ruin my soiree?”

Cass clenched his jaw, his eyes still moving. He looked to the guard who stood at the door, rifle in hand held across his chest. Maybe if he caused a distraction he could snatch it and-

Cass yelped out as Martyn slammed his fist against the metal table, the loud sound echoing through the room, cutting crisp through his thoughts, “I asked a goddamn question. All your team has given me silence and I’m really getting tired of this, sweetheart.”

Cass grimaced at the name, shifting once more in his chair as he cautiously studied the man before him. The top half of hair that wasn’t buzzed was swept up neatly into a ponytail.

“Do you use gel in your hair?”

Martyn had to do a double take, his face slightly screwed up in confusion, “I beg your pardon?”

“Your hair, does it have gel in it?” 

“My- I- you what?”

“You said all you was getting was silence, I’m filling that silence.”

Martyn huffed out a sigh of disapproval, “It’s ‘were’, darling, ‘all you were getting’.”

Cass couldn't help but crack a smile, letting out a slight laugh, “I’m tied down to a fucking chair in a goddamn interrogation, I think my grammar is the last of my worries.”

Martyn held back a smile, readjusting his tie as he cleared his throat, “I like my things to be perfect-”

“Yeah yeah, hold up, I am not one of your.. things..” Cass spat in disgust. Martyn hummed in amusement, “Cute of you to think you can make decisions now. I’ve got you, Cass Brady.”

Cass tensed, “H-how- I-”

“I have my sources,” Martyn grinned, crossing his arms with a smirk, “Luckily, before you tried your pathetic attempt to save dear Niko, you gave my men and I just about enough time to go do some… research.”

Cass could feel his stomach drop to the ground. What the hell happened? All the years it had taken Cass to remove everyone's identity from any records so they were untraceable. Welp, apparently not.

“The Outlanders,” Martyn hummed, “A bit… whats the word…. Cliche, no?”

Cass set his jaw, glaring at the captor before him, “I was fifteen when I came up with it.”

“No need to get so defensive!” Martyn smirked, “It's quite cute actually.”

Cass’ fists clenched behind his chair, knotted in a rough rope as he felt anger bubble and burn in his chest, “What do you want?” He demanded.

“I want answers, Cass.”

“Well, good luck with that,” Cass spat, his eyes hardening, “I'm not telling you shit.”

Martyn folded his arms with a hum as he leaned back in his chair, “Oh really? Well, Mr Brady, I have something that just might change your mind.”

Cass’ blood turned cold as he saw the scene unravel before him. The door of the room opened and in walked a guard, dragging in a bloodied and bruised figure. Cass had to swallow down his own bile as he saw the face of the person, Cass.

“You see, in my research, I thought my men had made a mistake mistake with the matching last names- but as we dug deeper I knew a little,,, persuasion from your brother might do the trick!”

“D-d’nt te-tell hi-” Niko rasped, a mixture of blood and sweat dripping from his hair as his head hung low. He didn't have enough energy to lift it. God, if he had learnt one thing, it was that those guards were not as weak as they may seem.

“Let him go!” Casss roared, suddenly thrashing against the restraints.

“There we go, a bit of fire! Now, do tell me, why did you come uninvited to my party?”

“We-we honestly were just plus ones who-”

Cass was cut off by the gut wrenching sound of a fist colliding with skin. He watched in horror as his own brother collapsed to the ground with a cry.

Anger took over Cass, “Let him go.” His voice slightly shook but he didn't give a damn, he blinked furiously as he tried to hold back tears.

You know what you need to do in order to save him.”

“Bullshit!” Cass growled but that only drew another punch towards Niko. “I’m going to murder you, you son of a bitch!” Cass roared.

Martyn stalked closer in a few strides, snatching Cass by the jaw and yanking him so they were face to face, “Listen here you bitch-lipped son of a whore-” Cass flinched, his heart freezing in utter shock as he stared at Martyn- “Every single word that comes out of your mouth that isn't what I want, gets your brother one step further to his own fucking death.”

Cass stared up at Martyn in horror, his mouth slightly opened as his chest heaved with pants. What kind of leader was he- yelling and cursing? The first thing he told his gang was to never make things personal and always remain calm. God- god his brother, he had brought Niko into this goddamn life.

“I-”

Cass took a sharp inhale before letting the breath out, he watched as Martyn lifted a hand, getting the guard to halt.

“There was… a target at your party… a target that we- well… we’ve been looking for for a while now…” Martyn’s eyebrow raised as he crossed his arms, “And this…target, it doesn't happen to be me, no?”

Cass’s eyes blow wide, “No! No not at all! I don't even know who you are!”

A shiver ran up his spine as the room filled with Martyn’s chuckle filled the room- then it dropped to utter silence and his smile fell. In a matter of seconds a hand wrapped around his throat.

“Let me get something clear, Cassius, I really don't like liars. So if someone lies to my face-” His hand tightened and Cass swore he saw stars- “Somebody gets hurt.”

Cass tried to scream as he heard the cry of his brother. Martyn forced his head to look at his brother being beaten relentlessly. But he couldn't make a noise, he couldn't move, He couldn't save his brother. So what use was he to his own team? ---

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[attic-club-sandwich]

Finally finished your request for you, Anon! I really appreciate your patience as I worked through this. I seriously was having a hard time for a little while omg. But I wrote for the 7 brothers and of course included Satan! If you can let me know what you think 💜

Summary: MC's hands are always a bit on the sweaty side, especially when they are nervous. When the brother ask them out on a date, they are extra on edge! A little bullet point style drabble on how the 7 brothers would react to you being hesitant about holding their hand for the first time. Based early on in their relationship with MC.

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I'll Hold all Your Worries

You were always painfully aware of how nervous you got around the brothers. They were to put it one way, drop dead gorgeous. Ethereal. Beauty unlike you've ever seen before. They may be demons, but their presence always managed to take your breath away. When things started to get a little more romantic with him though, you were hesitant. You could feel your palms begin to sweat when you went places with him, and you spent a majority of the time worrying and overthinking how disgusted he would be with you for it.

Lucifer:

When the day of your date with Lucifer finally comes, the butterflies in your stomach will not settle down.

You're heading to the human world today to visit a museum, and his outfit of choice has your head spinning.

The black turtle neck tucked into dress pants. The navy blue blazer. And....

Those damn glasses.

He notices right away how nervous you are.

But he stays quiet for now, not wanting to add to your discomfort.

You're walking together down a long corridor of the museum, admiring the many famous works of art.

You can feel your heart racing.

Your palms beginning to sweat.

And of course, his fingers brush against yours.

You squeak, pulling your hand away.

"MC? Is everything alright?"

You nod, your face flushing once more.

"I-It's just my um...hand...it's really sweaty. You shouldn't have to hold it...it's gross..."

He tilts his head, confused.

"That's why you don't want to hold my hand?"

The floor is very interesting to you as you nod, trying to avoid his worried gaze.

Suddenly, his long fingers are lacing themselves between yours.

"My love, I've experienced far worse things than a sweaty palm."

He brings your hand up to his lips, gently placing a kiss to the back.

"L-Lucifer...but..."

He chuckles, squeezing your hand.

"MC, I could never be disgusted by you. You are truly the most beautiful being in the entire three realms. I would be honored to hold your hand."

Your heart feels like it's soaring as you gaze up at him, wide-eyed.

"Let's head down this way shall we?"

You nod, a wide smile on your face as he guides you down the hall hand and hand.

Mammon

You stood nervously in the entryway of HoL waiting for him.

Mammon had finally got the courage to ask you out on a date.

A date. With The Avatar of Greed.

Needless to say, you were nervous.

You twisted your hands together, noticing that they were becoming noticeably sweaty.

Of course, you thought. They always get like this during the worst moments...

When he greets you, his face is flushed and he's stuttering.

"H-Hey, MC. Are ya um, ready to go?"

You can tell he's also nervous, which makes you giggle.

The two of you walk side by side to Devil Town.

He planned to take you out to lunch as well as shop around the many storefronts together.

As you walk down the cobblestone road Mammon bumps your shoulder, grinning.

You practically melt at his smile.

His golden-blue gaze was shimmering with nothing but adoration.

"What?" you ask, grinning.

He shakes his head, blushing again. "N-Nothin! I was uh, just wonderin' if you'd uh... hold my hand?"

You feel as if your heart skips a beat.

Your hand was definitely still damp with sweat.

But you want to hold his hand so bad....

"W-Well um.. It's just... I don't want you to be disgusted with me is all..."

Mammon is confused.

"Whaddya mean? Why would I be disgusted?"

You blush, staring down at your feet as you walk.

"My hand is so sweaty right now, I'm sorry."

To your surprise, he laughs.

"That's all? C'mon MC like that's gonna bother me!"

You feel his hand grasp yours, lacing his fingers in between your own.

"See? Not so bad is it?"

You feel like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

"You're sure you don't mind...?"

Mammon stops, turning you to face him.

"Of course not! You're um... really cute ya know? I've been wanting to do this for a long time now."

Now your face is really burning. "M-Me too... thank you Mams."

He grins, giving your hand a firm squeeze.

"I'll hold your hand all day. I'm never lettin' go."

Leviathan

You hesitate, taking a deep breath before knocking on Levi's door.

The two of you planned a movie night together, but this time it was...

A date.

After a few more moments, you finally got the courage to knock.

"C-Come in!"

You enter his room to see Levi adding the finishing touches to his bathtub, which is placed in front of his TV and has been filled with several blankets and pillows.

A small table filled with snacks stands right beside it for easy access.

"Wow, Levi, this looks so cozy!"

He smiles, nodding enthusiastically.

"Come on, we're all ready to go!"

He climbs in first, settling against the back of the tub.

Then it's your turn. You nestle yourself in front of him, right between his legs.

He pulls the blankets up over the both of you, and hits the remote to start the movie.

"Are you comfortable?" he whispers as the previews begin to play.

You nod. Hopefully he doesn't feel how fast your heart is beating.

Suddenly, you feel his hand moving, brushing against your wrist.

You flinch, pulling your own hand away.

"A-Ah, s-sorry...!" he blushes.

You shake your head, embarassed.

"N-No it's okay! It's just that um..."

You glance down at your now open palm.

"I'm a little nervous... so it's kinda sweaty... I know it's gross, I'M gross...so you don't have to touch it..."

Levi talks down on himself a lot, but he will not stand for you doing it to yourself.

"N-No! I want to! I-I mean... it doesn't bother me..."

He grasps your hand and your heart flutters.

"L-Levi..." you turn your head to glance at him, and he's bright red.

He's staring straight at the TV, unable to look you in the eyes.

After the initial shock of him grabbing your hand, you giggle.

He finally looks at you, still blushing.

"I-Is this okay?"

You nod, bringing your hands to rest on your chest.

"More than okay."

He smiles, hugging you just a bit closer to him.

"I won't let go the entire time!"

Satan

You had butterflies in your stomach the entire walk to the cafe.

Today you were on a date with The Avatar of Wrath himself.

Satan.

How did you get here? How were you so lucky?

Satan is another one to notice your nervousness.

So he tries to do what he can to ease your anxieties.

He orders your drink for you, knowing exactly how you take your coffee.

He's studied you for a long time, after all.

As you're sitting at the table sipping on your drinks, he rests his chin on his hand.

"Thank you for coming with me, today."

You give him a shy smile, suddenly nervous under his emerald green stare.

He's so beautiful...

"O-Of course! I love spending time with you."

He slides his other hand across the table, gently touching his fingertips to yours.

You can feel the palm of your hand sticking to the table.

Oh.

Not good.

You pull your hand back, your internal panic evident on your face.

"MC? What's the matter? I thought..."

His head tilted slightly, his blonde bangs falling into his eyes.

You glance away, your face flushing with embarrassment.

"I have this thing... when i'm nervous..."

You wipe your palms on your lap.

"My hands get disgustingly sweaty. I don't want you to have to touch them..."

Satan narrows his eyes. "Who told you it was disgusting?"

You glance back up at him, surprised at his tone.

"W-What? Um, no one I guess... Just me."

Satan reaches for your hand, gently clasping it in his.

"Well let me be the first one to tell you that I've been longing to touch you for quite some time now."

Blushing, you feel yourself squeezing his hand.

"I feel the same way."

The two of you sit hand in hand as the sounds of the cafe begin to fade away.

Only you exist to him right now.

And he's already made up his mind that he's going to hold your hand as much as possible.

Asmodeus

When Asmo asked you out on a date, you thought you were dreaming.

The Avatar of Lust? Interested in ME?

But here you were, trailing nervously behind Asmo as he took you to the biggest mall in the Devildom.

"You're gonna love this, MC! I'll show you all of my favorite stores!"

You began to sweat.

Was it out of nervousness or excitement?

You weren't sure which one.

After sometime of going in and out of several different stores, Asmo had already bought quite a few things.

"I want to buy you something too, MC!"

He went to grab for your hand, which was terribly sweaty.

"U-Um, wait..." you mumbled, slipping your hand behind you and attempting to wipe it off on your pants.

"What's wrong, darling? I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable..."

You shake your head, keeping your gaze focused on the floor.

"N-No it's not that...It's just..."

He guided you over to a bench, sitting you down next to him.

"Tell me."

His eyes are full of nothing but concern for you as he focuses completely on you.

"My hands get really sweaty when I'm nervous. I don't think you should touch them..."

Asmo pouted, sticking out his bottom lip.

"But, MC, I don't care about that!"

You finally looked him in the eyes.

"But...Asmo... you wouldn't be disgusted by me...?"

Asmodeus reaches a hand out, touching your cheek.

"I could never be disgusted by you, MC! You're so adorable and cute, I would be the one honored to hold your hand."

You blush, folding your hands together in your lap.

Cautiously, Asmo reaches down to grasp one of your hands.

"Let's try again. Is that okay?"

You nod. Your heart is practically in your throat at this point.

He gently clasps his hand in his, and pulls you up from the bench.

"Let's get some ice cream from the food court. That always cheers me up! You have to get the strawberry okay?"

You giggle as he leads the way, your hand in his and the several shopping bags in the other.

"Let's go, MC! After our ice cream we still have so many more shops to cover!"

Beelzebub

You had become a lot closer with Beel lately.

So when he asked you out to dinner one day, you were equally surprised and excited.

You were feeling almost euphoric as you sat with him at a table for two in Ristorante Six.

He was engulfed in his plate of food, but also couldn't seem take his eyes off of you.

Of course, you were in a similar state.

His violet eyes and red hair always had your heart soaring.

It was hard to look away.

The two of you finished up and began to head back to HoL.

"That was so good, Beel. Thanks for inviting me."

He glanced down at you, giving you a warm smile.

"You're welcome. I love eating food with you, MC. I hope you'll go with me again sometime."

You feel your face heat up.

Suddenly you're nervous.

Finally being alone with him had you sweating.

That also included your hands, which had a horrible habit of sweating anytime you felt even a hint of nervousness.

As you walk side by side, you feel his fingers brush against yours.

You loved his hands. They were big and comforting.

And you wanted to hold them so bad but...

"S-Sorry Beel um... I can't..."

He stops in his tracks, panic flashing across his face.

"No I'm sorry. Did I do something wrong...?"

You melt at the sadness in his eyes.

"No! Not at all... I just um.. my hands are so sweaty right now. I know it's disgusting..."

Beel furrows his eyebrows, clearly confused.

"Oh... But I don't think that's disgusting."

You glance up at him, surprised. "You don't?"

He nods, gently grasping your warm hand in his.

"Mine are sweaty, too."

You giggle, "Are you also nervous?"

Now it's his turn to chuckle.

"A little bit, I didn't think you'd say yes to a date with me."

You blush, leaning into him. "I'm looking forward to our next one."

Belphegor

You never thought you would be having a date with The Avatar of Sloth.

He had asked you to meet him in the garden that evening.

You weren't sure what he had planned, but your tummy was full of butterflies as you made your way to the garden.

When you arrive, you see Belphie spreading out a blanket onto the grass.

"Hi, MC. I'm glad you made it."

You walk over, helping him adjust the blanket.

"I wanted to show you the stars tonight."

You glance up to the sky, noticing the dozens of glimmering stars.

"The stars...?"

He nods, "Yeah, they are different than the human world stars."

As you lay down together on the blanket, you keep one hand crossed over your chest.

You're feeling nervous.

Being alone and in the dark with Belphegor?

It made your heart speed up so much you were sure he could hear it.

You watch as Belphie points to different constellations in the sky.

He tells you about every single one, not missing a single detail.

"Wow." you breathe, "You know a lot about them huh?"

He chuckles. "I spent a lot of time studying them."

A few moments of silence pass when he suddenly reaches for your hand which is now laying between the two of you.

You blush as you pull away slightly, feeling that the palm of your hand has become embarrassingly damp.

"S-Sorry. I...didn't think..."

You feel your face burning.

"It's just my hand... it's sweaty, I didn't want you to be surprised and get grossed out..."

He chuckles, propping himself up on his elbow.

"You really think I'd be grossed out by you? I'm the one that asked you on a date."

You blush. He had a point.

"I-I guess you're right."

He smirks, slowly reaching towards your hand again.

"Can I touch you, MC?"

You nod slowly, allowing him to lace his fingers in between yours.

He smiles, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

"Your hand is soft and warm.... I like it."

He's blushing now, although he hopes you don't notice.

You do.

"Now don't let go of it okay? I'm not done telling you about the stars."

#cass writes #requests #anon #i hope you see this sweetie! #let me know if you do! #obey me #obey me! shall we date? #obey me! one master to rule them all #obey me brothers #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me mc #obey me drabble #lucifer x mc #mammon x mc #leviathan x mc #satan x mc #asmodeus x mc #beelzebub x mc #belphegor x mc #obey me writing

[cephalog0d]

Batkid Drabbles - "Interrupt"

“So hypothetically if you nerve-striked someone-” Steph started.

“That’s not a word,” Damian interrupted.

“Striked? Struck? Nerve-struck?” Cass said thoughtfully to herself.

“It’s a noun, not a verb,” Tim put in. “You would do a nerve strike. Or you did one on someone.”

“Yes, thank you, Captain Pedantic, for your invaluable input, I definitely wasn’t doing that on purpose for humor and brevity,” Steph said with an emphatic eye roll.

“Don’t know why you’re surprised. Pedantry is the real Bat superpower,” Jason said.

“Says the guy who got upset about someone incorrectly pluralizing court-martial,” Tim pointed out.

“It was military fiction! They should know better! Martial is an adjective, dammit!”

“Unless you’re using it as a verb, like someone’s being court-martialed,” Tim countered. Jason opened his mouth to respond (presumably to explain why that was still wrong), but Dick beat him to it.

“Well, you can’t really conjugate an adjective,” he said. Jason made a dramatic “thank you” gesture in his direction, but Dick continued, with an extremely straight face, “so it should be courted-martial.”

“I hate you.”

Dick just gave Jason his best Clueless Rich Boy face; it did not improve Jason’s glare.

“I did actually have a point,” Steph said in an effort to drag them back on track.

“About being nerve-struck,” Cass added with a grin, jabbing a finger sharply in Damian’s direction vaguely at the level of his neck. He just shot her a sour look.

“Something I would be thrilled to demonstrate on some people,” he said.

“Great!” Steph said gleefully. “Come here and let me hit you.”

“Wha- That is not what I meant.”

“No nerve-striking in the lounge,” Dick said.

“It’s not a verb,” Jason and Damian objected in unison, giving each other a commiserating look while everyone else devolved unhelpfully into laughter.

(Cross-posted to AO3)

#dick grayson is a troll #tim drake is pedantic #cass is quietly a menace #damian and jason should know better than to reveal their weaknesses #triple drabble #ceph writes things #dick grayson #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #tim drake #jason todd #damian wayne​ #batfam #batkids being batsibs

[marshmallowprotection]

Kait

No thoughts

Just Error 707 himself

*melts*

His domineering figure loomed over you like a monster in the night.

Your heart was pounding out of your chest as you stared up at him and the way that he glowered at you. You were like the canary that had been caught in his trap, and he was a very hungry house cat that wanted to taste everything. There was no way out of his trap. He was the kind of person who thought hours ahead of everyone else, if not days, and you were no match for him. He caught you and you had no chance.

No amount of begging and screaming... for Rika, Ray, or Saeran would save you now.

If you weren't careful, you were sure he would devour you and leave nothing left.

His haughty chuckle made your skin crawl. He was so close that you could feel his breath on your cheek. He was too close. You couldn't think straight anymore. You couldn't think at all. All you knew was that you weren't getting out of here if you tried to make a break for it. You were at his mercy and he was the one controlling your soul. If only you'd been smart enough to watch your back.

Without a moment to spare, your back hit the wall of the room he trapped you in and his arms caged you in as you shrank underneath him. You had no chance and nowhere to run. The hacker deceived and manipulated you.

Why have you been so stupid to trust him in the first place?

Why did you even think for a minute that he would listen?

"Wait—" your words came out but they were powerless against him.

Error 707 leaned over, his teeth grating against your throat as welts were left in its wake, making you whimper. "I think I'm going to have such a fun time tearing you apart, my new pet."

#reverse au #error 707 #mod kait #ask #mystic messenger #cass who #mysme #mysticmessenger #mm #saeyoung choi #choi saeyoung #drabble

[volatilechemicalz]

I wrote something about @somerandomdudelmao 's most recent update . I cried and now it's your turn <3 (sorry for torturing you with my icky writing. I just had to make something. Tldr emotionally unavailable badboy isn't so emotionally unavailable badboy he's fuckin dying)

In those final moments of the life that he had so desperately clung to for so long, Donnie wondered.

These thoughts were mostly of his family, and what would come of them in the apocalypse. Of his brothers, of April, of Casey.

As time went on these wonders became more like wishful thinking, desperate hope, and optimism that may have been false in the moment.

He often turned to look at his brothers, his mouth opening and closing slightly as he searched for the correct words to say as he started to drift off into death.

But they never came.

There was so much he could've said, but as his eyes flitted about the space, nothing seemed right.

There was nothing that he could say.

There was no set of words that could properly explain everything he wanted to say. Even if he had all the time in the world (which he very much did not), he wouldn't be able to find the words.

Part of him didn't want to. Despite being fully aware that this was his final moments, it would hurt to have to say goodbye to the ones he was closest to.

So he let himself have his moment, in the familiar and yet very different presences of his brothers.

Memories passed through his mind as that thought came to him. As much as he would love to lament over his past, he didn't have the time. He never would.

He glanced at his brothers again as the dreaded final exhale approached him. There wasn't a way to get himself out of this.

Usually, he could come up with something to fix the problems, but now fate had decided everything past this moment for him. And he wasn't one to argue with the universe when he wasn't able to.

His breaths were shrinking, becoming more difficult to produce, his heartbeat fluttering. He opened his mouth once again in one last, equally futile attempt to say something worth it.

But yet again, there was nothing.

He accepted this fact, that anything that he could say would leave the desired effect.

He inhaled, and his breath faltered.

He looked at his family again, and released his final exhale, closing his eyes.

For once, he let himself go.

He wouldn't be able to give Casey his birthday gift.

#noodle talks #drabbles #help #its 1am #how do i tag this #rottmnt #tmnt #rottmnt donnie #save rottmt #rottmnt spoilers #cass apocalyptic series #kill me #writing #save rottmnt #tw death #tw character death #cw death #cw character death

[shujiful]

HAJIME KOKONOI, 1:59AM

kokonoi cursed under his breath as he lost yet another round of poker, tossing his cards onto the table halphazardly and taking a long swig of his whiskey. he'd been losing all night, and his luck didn't seem to be improving, even despite having his good luck charm sitting beside him. 

"wow.. at this rate, you'll go bankrupt by midnight." you teased, crimson lips curving into a coy smile. "ready to give up yet, pretty boy?" 

his face morphed into a scowl at your words, eyes glaring daggers in your direction. "no. one more game." he was determined to, at least, get one win under his belt before the night was over. 

 however, lady luck just didn't seem to be on his side, and fifteen minutes later, he was down another half grand, the vein popping in his neck as he pulled out his wallet to pay up. 

"koko, baby—" 

"not another word." he snapped, "i swear to god, [y/n], i'm not in the fucking mood right now." 

you knew you shouldn't have, but a laugh escaped you at seeing him so worked up. "look, i'd love to take you seriously right now, but i can't when you're—" 

your words cut off as kokonoi suddenly stood up, his hand lashing out to wrap his fingers around your wrist. without so much as a word, he began dragging you away from the poker table, pulling you toward the bathrooms. 

your expression was one of amusement as kokonoi slammed the door to the bathroom closed and flipped the lock. "awww, looks like i hit a nerve." you cooed, "you sure—" 

your head whipped to the side as the palm of his hand struck forward. "looks like i hit a bitch." he said in a dangerously low voice, his hand grabbing a fistful of your hair and forcibly positioning you so you were inches from his face. 

"i don't think you quite understand the kind of sitution you're in, [y/n]. so, i'm going to break it down for you, nice and slow. either you're going to bend over and spread that pussy of yours open, or i'm going to pin you down and use your ass like a fleshlight." 

while momentarily stunned, your eyes narrowed up at him. "and if i scream for help?" 

he didn't seem to appreciate your answer for as soon as the words left your mouth, he was turning you around and shoving you against the sink, his hand grasping the back of your neck firmly and pushing you so your chest was pressed against the counter. "then i'll fuck you until the moment the firefighters break down the door."

#cass content.txt #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers smut #hajime kokonoi #kokonoi x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers reader insert #drabble

[supernaturalfreewill]

warnings: mild angssstt

It was clear from the way he was looking at you that he didn't know you. There was a blankness in his expression that was entirely foreign from the way he had always gazed at you.

"You—you really don't remember me. Do you?" you said softly. You were standing on the sidewalk and he was partially down the stairs. He took a couple more steps so he was on level ground with you and his blue eyes flickered over your face.

"I—I don't... I'm sorry," he said. "I don't remember anything. I don't know what—what any of this is about."

You thought you were prepared for it. Dean had warned you... but that cut through you like a boning knife and tears immediately burned in your eyes. Your face tensed as you did your best to stifle your emotion. "It's—it's not your fault." You sniffled and took in a shuddering breath. "I'm—I'm sorry to intrude..." You gave him one final look, one final nod and turned to leave.

"I really am... sorry. I wish I could remember."

You nodded and he watched you head toward your car. He maybe couldn't remember but he had felt something rather extraordinary when you were looking at him. Your eyes... their colors seemed stuck in his head.

Prompt: "You really don't remember anything? Do you?"

#castiel #cas drabbles #cas imagines #cas x reader #castiel x y/n #castiel x you #cass #angel of the lord #supernatural imagines

[lepusrufus]

Ah my beloved unhinged corpses enthusiast how I've missed you

#i found an old drabble of her and Cass and got the urge to sketch her #*proceeds to watch all my arcane followers get confused* #unhinged maiden™ my beloved

[purpledisastertwin900]

Auntie, I must know, thoughts on cass apocalypse series? 👀

You see niece

I was semi-normal

But then

I found Cass Apocalypse Series

And it has altered my brain chemistry

It is the best thing since the Pizza Puffs episode of Rise, 20/10, would give my firstborn to Cass if it meant she TOLD US WHAY HAPPENENS TO DONNIE IN THE NEXT UPDATE AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

#I’m totally fine #<——lying #radio rambles #random drabbles #answered asks #btw hi niece!! #cass apocalyptic series #holy cow #I need to know Cass #when tf give Donnie back #ahhhh

[whumpasaurus101]

Nice and Easy

TO THE ANON WHOM I ADORE, i blame you FULLY for this /affectionate. bUT. i have a new story now. and it might acc end up having a plot unlike my other one LMFAO ENJOY Cw: drugging / creepy whumper / lmk if i missed anything

___

The mission was simple. Enter the party, get the information, and don't get caught.

The team went in staggered in twos, linking arms with girls the leader had hired.

“You're trembling,” One of the girls mumbled to Niko, who was linked with her arm. Niko rolled his eyes, huffing out a shaky breath, “It's barely been a minute, try being in my shoes.” The girl simply rolled her eyes and walked off, her heels clacking against the freshly polished marble floor.

Niko let out a sigh, making his way to the bar and slumping on a stool. He felt eyes on him instantly but tried to ignore it, drumming his fingers along the surface of the counter. A glass was slid over to him, catching his attention. He looked up to the grinning man beside him who slid his chair closer.

“Aren't you a pretty sight?” He cooed, eyes soaking Niko in as if he was his new obsession. Niko forced himself not to shrink back, taking a peanut from the bowl before him and laughed, “Is that your pick up line for every person you see?”

It was the target. The target was a 6ft 2 man, a slim figure who dressed neatly. The two sides of his head were shaved while the top half of his hair was swept into a neat bun. A stubble littered his face, well kept as it was trimmed close to his skin. His grin grew wider;

“Just for the cute ones,” He winked, making Niko inwardly cringe. It only got worse from there. He felt the man’s finger’s snake around his chin, grip tightening as he forced Niko to look at him. “Your eyes, like the ocean-”

“What is this, some sort of Shakespearean monologue?” Niko scoffed, trying to distract both himself and the other of how his cheeks flushed a crimson red. Get the information and get out.

“My name’s Martyn, and what is your name, buttercup?”

Even the name made Niko feel physically ill, but that's what he was looking for. 

“I don't think you’ve earned that yet,” Niko smirked, playing into the target’s games, and just as he thought it would, it worked.

Martyn pushed the drink closer to Niko with a chuckle, “Oh, you like being my mystery? Well don't you worry, butter cup, I love solving puzzles. Now, why don't you finish that drink and you and I can dance, hm?”

Niko’s eyes slowly dragged down to the beverage before him, roofied. How could he talk his way out of it- that seemed to always be his way out of things. He was never the strongest at fighting. Every training, the leader- his own brother had always given him shit for his bad mouth but he guessed that today it was going to come in handy.

He twirled in his chair, turning and facing the man fully, forcing a grin, “I’d like to save the drink for after we dance, wouldn't want to leave a guest parched on departure, hm?” He forced himself to stand up, holding out his hand as an invite to dance.

Martyn chuckled, taking Nikos hand and guided him to the open floor, “I must warn you,” He hummed, sliding an arm around his waist and drawing Niko in close, “I tend to take the lead in dance.”

Niko had to suppress his flinch, instantly wanting to free himself away from Martyn, gods, why was he sent on the creepy missions???

Martyn hummed along with the music closing his eyes as he gently danced with Niko. “I must say,” He sighed, “You are quite a dancer…” Niko smiled, “My grandma used to bring me dancing with her.” Martyn threw his head back with a laugh before suddenly his face turned cold. His grip on Niko’s wrists grew tighter and he forced the other closer to his chest, trapped.

“Cut the bullshit,” He snapped in a whispered sneer, “You better state who you are and who you work for before I lose my patience. And trust me buttercup,” He leant in close, his hot breath flush against Niko’s ear, “You don't want to see me angry.”

Niko felt his heart leap in his chest, oh shit, this was all he needed. He needed to check if the rest of teammates were safe, but there was no inconspicuous way to do so.

“Now, you and I are going to go upstairs and have a nice little chat, you are going to come with me willingly.”

Niko clenched his jaw, feeling his teeth on the verge of shattering, “And if I don't?”

A cruel grin spread across Martyn’s mouth, his eyes practically twinkling, “Oh, I was hoping you’d ask that! Have a look at the four corners of this room buttercup, you will see four separate armed men at each spot.”

Niko’s throat was dry, he tried to swallow over the lump in his throat as his eyes slowly roamed to the four corners. He wasn’t lying; at each spot there was a built figure, an earpiece in and a hand at the ready to draw their weapons.

“I, of course have more men here,” Martyn beamed, cutting through Niko��s thoughts as he suddenly pulled Niko flush to his chest, knuckles white as he tightened his grip on the other, “I just don’t think we’re that close yet.”

Niko started squirming against the grip, panic setting in. He whimpered as Martyn’s grip managed to grow even tighter than before, feeling the bruises form already.

“Ah ah ah, buttercup, you don't want to make a scene now, do you?”

Niko grit his teeth as he glared at the target, “You’ve got the wrong guy,” he growled, “Now let go of me before I shout for help.”He tried his best to stop dancing, only managing to trip himself up over Martyn’s feet. Martyn caught him before he fell; 

“Rusty with our dancing are we?” 

That was it, Niko had enough. His hand reached for his belt, where his pocket knife rested, but his wrist was quickly caught. “Oh honey,” Martyn whispered against Niko, making the other feel sick as he cringed back, “You just made things a whole lot worse for yourself.”

Martyn shoved Niko forward before snaking his arm along Niko’s waist, dragging him back towards the bar. He leant in close, whispering in his ear gently as they walked, “Now, since you decided to cause a scene, we’re going to sit at the bar. You are going to drink every last drop of that drink, the rest-” he let out a chuckle, “Well, buttercup, the rest is for me to know and you to find out!” 

He booped the other’s nose before more or less shoving Niko to the seat he was previously sitting at. Niko stumbled forwards, steadying himself with a hand on the bar’s table. A few seconds later, there was a hand on the small of his back, pushing him to sit.

“Drink.” 

The voice was completely different from how Martyn had spoken before. Niko’s eyes bored into the glass, feeling his chest tighten as a lump grew in his throat. He felt cornered, all of his training just chucked out of the window.

“A coke please.”

Niko’s head snapped up at the familiar voice, looking up to see Adrian, one of his teammates. He felt himself relax, it was nice to see a familiar face finally. Adrian will save him, he’ll be saved. Adrian turned to him with a smile, “Well, care for a dance, cutie?” 

Niko opened his mouth to answer but Martyn was quick to cut in, “Too late, buddy, this one’s mine.”

Adrian tilted his head back, grin on his face, “What a shame, I was really looking forward to-”

Niko slightly flinched as he felt Martyn’s arms sneak around his waist, pulling the other close to him, “Shame-” Martyn cut him off, “Move along, princess.”

Niko bit the inside of his cheek, looks like he wouldn't get to feel the safety of his own teammate until tonight. Adrian looked at Niko, hiding a sympathetic look as he nodded, “My apologies, if you change your mind, you come find me.”

Once Adrian left, the mood instantly turned cold. 

“Drink.”

Niko knew he had no other choice, his shaky hand reaching for his drink as he took his first sip, the Sprite bubbling against his mouth. 

“That's it, buttercup,” Martyn praised, carding his hand through the other’s hair as his gentle tone suddenly returned. Niko tried to place back down the glass but Martyn’s hand cupped the bottom of the glass, tilting it back up.

A tear slowly rolled down Niko’s cheek as he took another sip, finally giving into Martyn’s sick mind games. Martyn didn't let go of the glass until he had drank at least half of the Sprite. Niko coughed, letting out a quiet gasp as he looked at Martyn, tears brimming his eyes, “En-’nough… feel s’ck…”

Martyn pouted, cupping Niko’s face as he brushed his thumb along Niko’s cheekbone, swiping away a tear, “I know, buttercup, just half of it left and then you can rest, alright?”

Niko felt so weak, leaning into the touch as his eyelids began to droop. None of his thoughts were coherent, black spots filling his vision. He couldn't even refuse as Martyn brought the glass back to the other’s lips. Niko just began to drink, no fight left in him.There was a sand-like texture left in his mouth. 

Martyn chuckled, ruffling Niko’s hair, “Come on, buttercup, let’s let you rest hm? You must be exhausted!” 

Niko nodded, whimpering quietly as his body felt limp, as if he would collapse at any second. Martyn guided him to stand, guiding Niko’s arm to Martyn’s shoulder as Martyn held onto Niko by the waist, fully holding the figure, “Let’s get you some rest, dear, just nice and easy.”

Niko could barely see, leaning fully against Martyn. The last thing he could remember was being led into a room, a quiet and peaceful room and then suddenly everything went dark.

Nice and easy.

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[attic-club-sandwich]

Morning Reflections

entry for @property-of-diavolo's Fuck//Love Roulette event!

I rolled: Love, The Morning After, and Lucifer as my (very much) willing participant. hehe. Enjoy!

Lucifer x gn!MC

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Lucifer sighed as he began to stir awake. He stretched his arm to rest the back of his hand on his forehead. He took notice of how light he felt, his bed warm and a feeling of peace that made his heart flutter. He hasn’t felt this way in quite some time, and he desperately wanted to savor it. Just a few more moments… I don't want this feeling to end. He began to feel a slight movement next to him, and he lazily opened one eye. Slowly he turned his head to see MC sound asleep, tucked into the crook of his arm.

Lucifer smiled softly as reached over to run his fingers through their hair. It was soft, and his strong sense of smell could pick up the sweet aroma of their shampoo and the soap they used on their skin. Lucifer closed his eyes as he breathed the pleasant scent in. He could seriously get drunk off of it much like the Demonus he had consumed last night. He blushed as he remembered their evening together, and he was suddenly very aware of their nakedness under the covers. They had finally given into their passion for one another after one of Diavolo’s parties, bursting through Lucifer’s bedroom door with MC in his arms. He then spent hours dotting their skin with his kisses and gentle nibbles as they shared their hopefully first of many moments of intimacy together.

As he was lost in thought, MC began to stir. Lucifer watched as they shifted to lay their head on his chest. “Morning, Luci.” they murmured softly. Lucifer planted a kiss to the top of their head. “Good morning, my love. I trust that you slept well?” MC nodded slowly, a smile spreading across their face. They laid together in silence for a few more moments, enjoying each other's company and not quite ready to get up and face the day. Finally, Lucifer yawned and wrapped his arms around MC. “I think we should get into the shower. Does that sound good to you?” MC could practically melt into the warmth of his chest. His arms squeezed them and they nodded. “Yes please.” Lucifer planted a quick kiss to their forehead, and tossed the covers to the side. MC gazed lovingly at his nude body as he got up to head to his bathroom. They couldn’t believe that he was theirs. Lucifer smirked as he felt MC’s gaze resting on him. “I’ll get the shower going. Are you enjoying the view?” MC blushed, pulling the covers up to their face. “O-Of course, how couldn’t I? I mean, just look at you…” It was Lucifer’s turn to blush this time, but the familiar feeling of pride bloomed in his chest at the compliment. 

Lucifer disappeared into the bathroom and MC decided that they should follow. Slowly getting out of bed, they noticed how sore they had become overnight due to the evening they had shared together. MC walked over to Lucifer’s standing mirror and took in their reflection. Their hair was messy from just rolling out of bed, and their bare skin was littered with bite marks. A series of bruises were also beginning to form across their hips and thighs. MC’s face flushed and they felt the weight of Lucifer’s arms wrap around them from behind. “I couldn’t help myself darling. You were absolutely beautiful and I had to make you mine.” MC shivered as the eldest demon whispered in their ear, his voice low and husky with desire. “In fact, looking at you now just makes me want even more.” His crimson eyes stared back at you through his reflection in the mirror as he wandered his hands across their skin. “Luci, please, I’m cold!” MC whined playfully as they wiggled out of his grasp. Lucifer chuckled at the sight of the goosebumps that were now covering their exposed skin. He couldn’t help himself as he leaned in to plant a kiss firmly to MC’s lips. “Then follow me to the shower, I would be honored to be of assistance to you.”

#cass writes #my writing #obey me #obey me lucifer #lucifer x mc #gn!mc #lucifer x gn!reader #obey me writing #obey me fanfiction #one shot #drabble #obey me! one master to rule them all #obey me shall we date