#the shopkeeper is like ‘WHERE’S THAT DICK

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

Hello I am going on a holiday to Eryri next month & I like to read up about an area before going there... do u have any reading or documentary or podcast recs? I'm particularly interested in the ecology & minority language activism & like. Peoples history & rural lives! I know this is stuff u know about in Wales but idk if north Wales is ur region! Míle buiochas ón Eireann!

Fáilte go dtí an Bhreatain Bheag! Or croeso i Gymru. Exciting! Keep an eye on the notes for others chiming in with good recs for documentaries and the like, I'm going to just give a super quick guide

Okay, pronunciation guide for place names and that is here in written form and here in video form. I cannot recommend strongly enough that you try to use the Welsh place names rather than the English translations. Duolingo is flawed but serviceable if you want to hear and learn some basic phrases. If you can at least throw out a 'bore da' to people you pass/shopkeepers, you'll be very well liked. You don't need to be fluent by any means, but Making An Effort is seen as, like, the nicest and politest and most wonderful thing in Wales, and particularly in regions like Eryri.

Because! It's one of the biggest remaining Welsh language strongholds. If you look at language maps over time in Wales, a pattern emerges:

And the current (2021) figures show this:

And you are going to this bit:

So you're heading into the Welshest bit in all of Wales! And the bit with the strongest and longest history of Welsh, too.

Which also means there's a lot of activism-related stuff in that area. It's probably worth you reading up on the history of Tryweryn (which was a bit further east, but sets the scene well); there was also a BIG thing a couple of decades ago where activists would burn down English-owned holiday homes (while they were empty in winter, not, like, with the English in them). This is because, in addition to the usual issues with the social impacts of holiday homes (driving up prices meaning locals can't live there, eroding communities, etc), holiday homes in Welsh language heartlands are a significant and tangible threat to the language. Even today, the issue of holiday homes is an extremely touchy subject, as is the issue of (mostly-English) people moving into the area because "It's so pretty!!!" and then not learning the language.

(Yet another reason they will love you if you Make An Effort)

Historically speaking, you'll be in a chunk of the country that was the ancestral seat of the last kings of Wales (Gwynedd). The final one, Llywelyn ein Llyw Olaf, was ambushed and murdered in 1282, which was the beginning of the end for fighting off English rule. In fact, Owain Glyndŵr later crowned himself king of Wales for about two years, but weirdly, no one acknowledges this as real kingship for some reason - if you google his name, he's always listed as a soldier or military commander, which really opens up a whole "Who gets to say when someone is royalty" debate, but he did actually claim descent from the House of Aberffraw anyway, so ultimately it still links back to Llywelyn.

Ecology! Temperate alpine. There actually isn't a global scientific distinction between hill and mountain, but most countries set an arbitrary height standard. This means it varies from country to country depending on how tall their topology is. Wales, however, bucks this trend, and instead decides based on what is formally referred to as 'land use' and colloquially referred to as 'Vibes'. If it's a hill, it's tamed - if it's a mountain, it's wild. This means Eryri is fairly short by the standards of tedious foreigners who regard mountains as a sort of geological dick waving competition, but it's in fact a whole mountain range; it's also older than Saturn's rings. And, crucially, it's very much sufficiently above sea level to have an alpine ecosystem.

There are three endemic (i.e. not occurring anywhere else in the world) species in Eryri, to whit:

The Snowdon lily. A small and delicate flower growing in protected and inaccessible spots on yr Wyddfa (formally known as Snowdon). Excessively vulnerable to trampling, so the national park keeps sections where it grows fenced off.

The Snowdon beetle. RAINBOW BEETLE.

The gwyniad. A sub-species of whitefish until recently exclusively found in Llyn Tegid (Bala Lake), trapped there after the ice age and now developing its own genetic profile distinct from other whitefish. Some dickhead in the 80s introduced the ruffe to the lake for fishing, and the ruffe eats the gwyniad's eggs, so they've now transplanted eggs to Llyn Arenig Fawr nearby as a conservation measure.

There's also feral goats. And Welsh mountain ponies. Ooh, and, red kites - in the UK red kites were so heavily persecuted they eventually fell to just 7 breeding pairs in Wales. We established a protected zone and hired Nepalese Gurkhas to guard the nests and thus saved it from extirpation so successfully they later translocated Welsh birds to other spots in the UK. It's a big conservation success story, and now red kites are considered to be the national bird of Wales. They have a very distinctive silhouette, too, look for the forked tail.

Oh, and, we have a unique habitat type called ffridd, which you see a lot of in Eryri.

Final wildlife pictures to close:

Anyway - have a great time! Enjoy muchly.

#asks #wales! #closed for cleaning on mondays #long post

[feroluce]

I've only recently started having my own thoughts about Emanator!Sampo and I think my favorite version of this is that he is technically an Emanator, it's just that he doesn't talk about it because Aha is a dick who only blesses people that don't want it and Sampo hates it here dkjxkdkdck

Aha blessed the Mourning Actors! A whole faction of people who have specifically made it their life's mission to resist Elation! They made a literal worm their Emanator just to see if it would be accepted into the Genius Society! And when it wasn't, Aha just as easily killed it and tossed it aside! So I feel like there is a good possibility that Aha looked down at Sampo, this little oddball who doesn't seem to even like Epsilon or a lot of the Masked Fools and was like.

Hey.

You know what would be really really funny.

And I feel like being an Emanator wouldn't even be a plus for Sampo, because of how he operates. Sampo excels at blending in; he managed to smuggle himself onto a planet

that had been isolated for 700 years,

with only one (1) single city on it,

and going even further, he snuck himself into the Underground,

where the population is even more sparse,

and STILL. Not a single accusation of him being an alien! Not even after the Astral Express lands and proves that interstellar space travel is possible! Sampo is so thoroughly ingrained into Belobog that yeah, some people admit they don't know his origins, but none of it ever comes with the question of whether he actually is a Belobog native or not. Sampo knows exactly how to blend himself into his surroundings in the most subtle way possible. And being an Emanator, something far more powerful than any normal human or Pathstrider could ever hope to be, would only throw in a massive extra variable for him. Sampo would have to be so so careful to keep a lid on his Emanator traits, to keep up the appearance of being totally normal and average at all times. It doesn't help him at all.

And this part is pure indulgence, but I love taking Aha's closeness with mortals, and THEIR tendency to take human form, and twisting it into a case of THEM using Sampo as a vessel.

I want Aha to look at Sampo the same way all of us look at Sampo. A chew toy. A plaything. Something to shove through the meat grinder. Aha thinks Sampo is hilarious and a funny, silly little guy, and THEY want to put him in Situations just to see what he does. Sampo is not a fan.

This though, this is what makes Sampo so wildly entertaining as a vessel. Because Aha knows that Sampo does not want to be a vessel, does not even want to be an Emanator, and THEY find it SO much fun to watch the mental gymnastics he has to pull to convince himself he's ok with it, this is fine actually, because he's not exactly about to tell off a literal god. He doesn't feel like getting a smiting today, please and thank you.

Because squeezing yourself into a human vessel is so different than merely adopting a human disguise, there's already a human soul in there, it's kind of a tight fit. If Sampo doesn't make room, doesn't all but dissociate right out of his own body, it could cause. Consequences.

And so, Aha always gives a warning, just to watch him squirm.

It begins with the sound of bells.

Just little ones, at first. Small, clinking little sounds that could even be considered nice. Something almost gentle, like a wind chime in a pleasant breeze on a warm day. This is the signal for the countdown.

Sampo breathes in, breathes out. Makes himself as small as possible within his own body.

The bells rise and multiply, tinkling wind chimes give way to sleigh bells, to shopkeepers bells, the sound of something inevitable approaching, something entering.

Sampo breathes in, breathes out. Dilutes himself, weaker and weaker concentrations.

The bells rise and rise, multiply and multiply, celebration and tragedy resonating in the sound of church bells, ringing bright and loud, the sounds of weddings and funerals both the same.

Sampo breathes in, breathes out. Becomes like smoke, like vapor. Hollows himself out.

Empty, empty, empty until he echoes, like a bell, like something with the sole purpose of being shaken and rattled around, a thing to be struck, the sounds jarring and punched out and gasping and piercing the air, the lung, the eardrum.

Sampo breathes in.

Beaten he rings, bashed in he sings.

Aha breathes out.

#sampo koski #hsr sampo #hsr aha #emanator!sampo #emanator sampo #hsr #honkai star rail #my fics #pardon me I've been listening to a lot of kara kara kara by kikuo lately dkxjkskdmd #I really like Emanator Sampo theories and even think canon is pointing that way- assuming he isn't just Aha in disguise #but I also like Sampo being a pathetic little guy. a squeaky toy. just a little dude. #and thus. this skzjnskdkd #an Emanator but pathetic about it haha #stringing Sampo up like a piñata so I can beat him with the possession angst stick ☆ #he just has a lot of personality. Sampo is very bright and vibrant and distinctive- #-and always perfectly in control of himself to put on the best show. #so I think it's most jarring to see him dissociate- to see him go completely still and quiet just trying to breathe and settle #breate and settle breathe and settle breathe and settle #until he looks distant and hazy and goes unresponsive. until he feels like he is barely within his own body. #aha thinks this is funny #sampo tells himself he does too because it's easier that way #(shaking hands with Aha and Sparkle as I too like to mess with Sampo and put him in situations snkzjsjdkd)

[vodika-vibes]

*slides $100 in a monopoly money over*

You got any sub!crosshair and Dom!reader smut in the back?

We Could Be More pt II

Summary: Recently defected from the Empire, you and Crosshair struggle to make ends meet while you cross the galaxy looking for a safe place to call home. At least you have each other.

Pairing: TBB Crosshair x F!Reader

Word Count: 1766

Warnings: Smut, oral M!receiving, Dom/Sub dynamics, reader is a gentle dom, Crosshair swears when getting laid

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: *accepts the money and slides this fic across the table* So, I decided to make this request a sequel to We Could Be More, since it seems to fit. I hope you like it! So this story (which is probably going to have a third part) is basically Crosshair and Reader falling in love and finding their happy ending. Why do I keep doing this to myself with Crosshair?

“I can’t believe you managed to talk that hack into buying the tie fighter,” You say as you offer Crosshair half of the sandwich you bought from a nearby stand.

“I didn’t sell it,” Crosshair counters, taking the sandwich gratefully, “I traded it for a better ship.”

“Better how?” You ask, as you take a sip of your grape drink.

“Well it comes with a droid-”

You release a happy gasp.

“-a protocol droid.” Crosshair continues, a small grin crossing his face as you wilt, “It’s the ship's pilot. It also has a proper kitchen and a bedroom.”

“Oh thank kriff,” You mutter under your breath.

“What, you didn’t like sleeping in the chairs?”

You scrunch up your nose at him, “Not in the slightest.” You finish your  half of the sandwich, “I suppose we need to buy food now?”

“Already taken care of. That guy was way too happy to get his hands on a TIE fighter.”

“Mm, probably part of the rebellion.” You muse thoughtfully.

“Not our problem.” Crosshair warns, “We’re not getting involved.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know.” You toss your trash into a nearby can, and fold your arms over your stomach, “So, how are we going to afford to keep this ship?”

“Bounty Hunting.”

“Cross.”

“I know, I know. But it’s what I’m good at. And at least this way I get to pick my targets.” He points out. Crosshair quickly finishes his sandwich and tosses his trash as well, “In any event, it’s time for us to get off this planet and move on.”

“Where to?”

“Salesman said Takodana. He said that we can get help there.”

“Help?”

“That’s what he said. I figure it won’t hurt to check it out.”

“Your call.” You shrug, “If you think it’s safe then it probably is.”

He smirks at you, before he kisses the tip of your nose, “You’re too trusting.”

“It’s you, Cross.” You counter with a roll of your eyes.

“Mm.” He glances at you, a sly smile on his lips, “I don’t suppose you want to spend one more night in the hotel? For a repeat of last night?”

“Maker, don’t you have an off switch?”

“Yeah, it’s located in my dick, you have to suck really hard-” You punch him in the shoulder and he laughs.

“You’re a pig.”

“You weren’t saying that last night.” He says smugly.

“I…don’t recall.”

“So my dick was so good that you have no memory of it. Sounds like you need a repeat.” Crosshair muses as he drapes his arm over your shoulder and directs you towards the port where the new ship is waiting.

“Sounds like wishful thinking on your part.”

“Ooh, I’m hurt.” His grip tightens around your shoulder.

“Cross-” You murmur, your gaze flickering to the Stormtroopers harassing a shopkeeper further down the street.

“I see them. Keep walking. They haven’t noticed us.”

“...so much for a repeat at the hotel,” You quip with a small smile as you lean against him.

“Eh, we have our own bed now.” Crosshair replies, he keeps the stormtroopers in his sights right up until you climb the ramp onto the new ship, and only then does he start to relax.

He heads into the cockpit to give directions to the droid, while you poke through the rest of the ship. The kitchen is fully stocked, and the bedroom is clean and the bed even has fresh linens on them. More surprisingly, the closet is full of clothes. Actual, properly fitting, clothes. 

“Surprise.”

You blink at him, “What’s all this?”

“The Fighter was worth a lot more than this ship. So with the extra I got all of this.”

“...how do you know what size bra I wear?”

“I spend a lot of time staring at your tits, kitten.”

You grin at him, “Honestly, it’s almost like you’re only using me for my body or something.”

“Eh, the rest of you isn’t terrible. But I really like your tits. And your ass.” Crosshair tilts his head to look at you, “That bother you?”

“Nope. I do have an amazing chest after all.”

“Alright, little miss modest,” Crosshair says, sounding deeply amused, “We’re taking off in the next fifteen.”

You hum a response as you pick through the clothes to see what he picked out for you.

“Does it all meet your approval?” He asks sarcastically.

“It does! Well done.” You pause when Crosshair inhales sharply, and you turn your speculative gaze towards him.

“Right, well…I’m going to go make sure the clanker doesn’t kark up our departure-”

You cross the room and lightly pinch the material of his shirt between two fingers, and Crosshair doesn’t pull away from you. “Cross,” Your voice is light, and he seems to curl in around you, “I want you to take this off, please.”

“...and why should I do that, kitten?” Crosshair asks, his voice low and raspy.

Your smile is small and peaceful, “Because I asked you nicely.”

He leans in slightly, “Maybe don’t ask so nice next time?”

Your eyes glitter with mirth, “Cross, take it off.”

“Why?”

“Because good soldiers follow orders,” You tease, “And you are a good soldier, aren’t you?”

Crosshair groans, “That shouldn’t be half as hot as it is.”

He steps further into the room and allows the door to slam shut behind him, before he peels his shirt off and tosses it to the side. You smooth your hands across his chest, lightly tracing the scars and tattoos that cover his skin. “Lay down please?”

It’s a soft request. Gentle. Just like everything else about you, but you have a feeling that Crosshair will treat it as an order.

And you’re right.

Crosshair settles himself in the middle of the bed, with his head resting on the pillows. His dark gaze trails over your body, and he tucks his arms under his head. “What’s the plan, kitten?” He asks. 

“I’m going to taste you,” You reply immediately, “And then I’ll go from there.” You settle yourself on the bed next to him, and slowly unfasten his pants, giving him the chance to refuse you. 

“You gonna take any of your clothes off?” He asks, as you lower his pants enough that his half hard cock bounces free.

“Hm…maybe. If you’re good.”

Crosshair watches you with half lidded eyes, “You don’t have to be so gentle, kitten. You’re not going to break me.”

You duck your head, a small smile on your lips, “I like being gentle with you, Cross.” You drag a single finger down the side of his cock, hard now that you’re touching him. “You deserve a little gentle.” And then you wrap your hand around him fully and give him a lazy stroke. 

“Kriff-” His hips twitch at your touch.

Gently, very gently, you press your free hand against his hip, “Lie still, Cross.” He releases a second curse but stills his hips. You favor him with a warm smile, “Good boy, you follow orders so well.”

His head falls back with a low groan, and you can see the muscle flexing in his arms, “Motherkarking…-how are you so good at this?” He demands.

You just smile at him, “Would you like me to stop?”

“No I do not want you to karking stop you-” He trails off when you slowly raise your eyebrows, “I’m not going to beg you, kitten.”

“I would never ask you to,” You continue to languidly pump your hand, “I just want you to feel good.”

He releases a shaky breath, “I assume there’s more to this than just ‘lie still’.”

“You don’t get to touch me until after I’ve made you cum. That’s the only other condition.”

“At all?”

“At all.”

He flashes a cocky smirk, “Easy.”

“Well, we’ll see won’t we?”

With that said, you turn your gaze back to his leaking cock. He’s long and thick, though you’re not sure how he’d compare to other men. Honestly, you don’t much care, because he’s perfect for you. 

You lower your head and lightly lick the precum from the head of his cock. His groan sounds like music to your ears, and you decide that you want to hear as many noises as he can make. 

You wrap your lips around him and slowly start bobbing your head.

There’s no need to rush, after all. Plus, you’re still new at this. 

He’s warm and heavy in your mouth, with a taste that you’ve come to associate with Crosshair over the last couple of days. Slowly you ease more and more of him into your mouth, using your hands to massage the part that you can’t quite take yet.

Above you he’s groaning, and alternating curses and praises.

You can feel the muscles of his thighs flexing under you, and you’re touched. Crosshair is so much stronger than you, the fact that he’s willingly going along with this is…incredibly empowering.

And incredibly arousing.

You pull back slightly when Crosshair groans your name, though you keep him in your mouth as you work him over with your hands. 

He groans low in the back of his throat as you push him over the edge. You make sure to swallow every drop, and you don’t pull away from him until he’s spent. 

“How was that?” you ask, a little shyly. 

Crosshair drops his arms from under his head as he starts to catch his breath, “Incredibly, incredibly hot.” He finally says. 

You smile slightly proud, “You didn’t mind?”

“If I did, it wouldn’t have gotten as far as it did, kitten.” He shifts and kicks his pants off the bed, and then turns his gaze towards you, “Come here.”

You slide up the bed so that you’re closer, and then you squeak when he quickly tugs you across his chest, his lips crashing against yours. He quickly tugs your clothes off and tosses them to the side, before immediately sliding one of his hands down to massage your ass, pulling a startled squeak from your lips.

“Kitten,” He murmurs as he breaks the kiss, “I want you to sit on my face-”

Your face flames with flustered embarrassment, and Crosshair smirks.

“And then I’m going to fuck you into the mattress.”

You pull away to press your flaming face against his chest.

“And after that, I’m going to show you how to be a proper Dom, Princess.” He coos in your ear, “Your way is very hot, I want to show you my way.”

You peek up at him, a small smile on your lips, “Okay.”

His smirk grows into a grin, “Good girl.”

#star wars #tbb #tbb crosshair x reader #crosshair x reader #18+ fic #clone thirsting #smut #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic #answered asks

[alatar-and-pallando]

I unlocked some more Deep Friend Lore the other day. This tale comes from Greg, a middle-aged guy who's in one of our D&D groups. As I was telling him about my friend Dan's summer selling ice cream for the mafia, Greg brought up the Yakuza and started recounting a story about his time as a Mormom missionary in Japan. (He’s no longer a believer.) He rambled a bit in the telling, but we learned:

He was there with a whole group of other missionaries, all grouped in pairs but reporting to a single guy locally. 

There was one pair there who was just trouble -- between the two of them, they did a lot of shoplifting luxury goods (because local shopkeeps tended to display their wares outside and it was very easy to just walk off with them) and one of them knocked a girl up. 

They lived in an apartment complex in an area with a fairly large Yakuza presence. The apartment didn’t have a shower or bath, so they went to the local bathhouse, where they’d sometimes run into Yakuza. They’re easily recognizable because of their tattoos and, well, one other distinctive feature, which we’ll get to shortly.

High-up Yakuza are unfailingly polite, Greg reports. But the lower-level guys, they’re aggressive, they like to posture. 

In Japan, there’s a stereotype about Americans having big dicks. In the bathhouse, where bathers are nude, these low-level Yakuza saw these Americans as a challenge. 

They’d swagger up to Greg, dicks swinging, and challenge him to a literal dick-measuring contest, and ask, “But can Americans offer the girls this?”

There’s a tradition among Yakuza of “pearling,” which involves embedding surgical steel or silicone balls under the skin of the penis (for her pleasure, etc.) -- thus named because in the old days, the implanted objects would be actual pearls. 

At this point, I notice that Greg's college-aged son Austin, who's sitting there at the table with us, has turned absolutely crimson and is hiding his face in his hands. He's never heard this story before and will never unhear it.

“Sometimes," Greg says, "I’d be sitting there with my eyes closed, and I’d feel a presence in front of me and just dread opening my eyes because I knew there’d be a dick there.”

Anyway, one of the bad-boy missionaries was a favorite target of theirs. But this guy didn’t react the smart way, by simply refusing to be goaded or intimidated. No, he’d posture right back.

Between this and his habit of shoplifting, eventually, the yakuza mooks informed him that they were going to kill him.

The missionary freaks out and calls up his superior, fudging the truth about the circumstances. The superior immediately starts calling around to all the missionaries in the area and assembles a team of the biggest ones to protect the idiot. 

One of these guys is an unusually tall and beefy Hawaiian, the son of a former world bodybuilding champion. 

So this bunch of Mormon missionaries pulls up in a van as the yakuza are assembling outside the apartment building. 

The Hawaiian guy goes right up to the ringleader of the threatening yakuza and picks him up by the throat and tells him never to mess with Stupid Missionary again. Greg swears the ringleader pissed himself.

Anyway, the bad-boy missionaries eventually got sent home in disgrace, not because of the Yakuza thing or the knocking someone up thing but because of all the stealing. Their superior searched their luggage before letting them head to the airport and discovered that between the two of them, they’d packed seven expensive leather jackets.

#japan #mormonism cw #tho to be clear he's extremely EX mormon now #stories #yakuza #my posts

[lunaryugamine]

So these are my thoughts on a Spy x Family/Batman fanfic AU based on @reineydraws very cute and fun art that I'll write someday in the vague future. My Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun AU takes precedent over this, but I wanted to get this out because it's been eating my brain.

I will admit that I have read almost no Batman comics or watched TV shows but I started reading fanfic for it and now the Batfam runs through my brain 24/7. I am currently reading the Young Justice comics, though, and will be reading more when I'm done with that.

So here's how I'm mashing the two canons together: this is a no superheroes AU where no one has any powers (except Anya and other potential government experiments that haven't come up) and the Spy x Family universe is farther in the future so there's computers and cell phones (the reason why is shown later). Also, Eden Academy is slightly more accepting of strange familial situations (at least for Bruce Wayne) and less obsessed with image because I can't imagine canon Eden Academy accepting a disabled Babs. That's the main setting, but the characters are far more important to me.

Bruce Wayne was orphaned in the war but since this setting actually has therapists he's a lot more well-adjusted and does not go out dressed as a bat to beat up criminals, which is good because Ostania is a police state and they would not tolerate that. The country does, however, have an organization like WISE who also doesn't want another war, and Bruce is involved with that, using his Brucie persona to get information on warmongers in the government. That organization (which doesn't have a name yet) works tentatively with WISE but they don't exactly trust one another. Unfortunately, Donovan Desmond fucking hates Brucie Wayne and so doesn't interact with him at the Imperial Scholars gatherings, leading to Operation Strix still needing to be done. He's beloved by the city of Berlint, just like the Wayne's are in Gotham, which is a big reason why Dick and Jason are able to be accepted into Eden Academy late and Damian without a mom. Twilight is aware that there's a person in the upper echelons of Ostania but doesn't know who it is and is trying to figure it out. Bruce uses his money to make social programs to uplift his fellow citizens in poverty because if you're rich that's what you should do or I'll fucking hate you.

Dick Grayson is still an orphaned circus acrobat (although here his parents deaths are a legitimate tragic accident) that Bruce adopts who is able to get into Eden late due to his intelligence, athleticism, and lots and lots of bribes. Instead of the Court of Owls, he's connected to the Garden here and the Shopkeeper is his relative instead of William Cobb. Bruce is very adamant that Dick is not involved with that, so while Dick knows about the Garden and it's members, he's more involved with the organization Bruce is in. He is legitimately friends with Demetrius Desmond, but his relationship to his father is like Damian's (who is an unreliable narrator when it comes to his family) so he has no information for Dick to get for the organization. He's also close friends with Babs.

Barbara is the daughter of the police commissioner who isn't involved in the SS and is still disabled because she was kind of a gamechanger in comics with her disability so I want to keep that. I haven't decided whether she was born with it or if it was an injury but she still has a wheelchair. Babs is also still Oracle (which is why I need the technology to be updated) and is a hacker similar to maia arson crimew IRL (god bless it) who leaks documents of crimes the Ostanian government has done, and has to be very careful to never reveal her identity because she would immediately be detained, tortured, and killed. Thankfully, very few people would suspect that Oracle is a disabled teenage girl at Eden Academy. No one except Tim, that is.

Jason meets Bruce after trying to jack his car wheels and Bruce takes one look at this child and thinks "Mine" and so Jason is adopted. He is also accepted at Eden Academy late because of his stellar academics and because Bruce had already set a precedent. He's a good athlete, but he's not a prodigious gymnast like Dick so that's not part of why he gets in. Unlike Bruce and Dick, he's not involved in the organization. Instead he's involved in the groups of civilians who are against the police state. In the manga, the only resistance groups are people who are willing to put innocent people in danger, which sucks a lot. The organization Jason's involved in would absolutely kill some government officials but wouldn't get civilians harmed. Duke is also involved in this, but he's a minor character and I'm already juggling so many characters but imagine Duke and Jason working together in a gang setting. DC, why have you not done this already?

Cass (OP didn't include Cass in the original post but I love Cass so she's being included) was still trained to be an assassin from birth with David Cain being part of the Garden, but the Shopkeeper actually has some morals and is horrified when he sees what's been done to Cass, maybe when she's around 9 years old and Cain shows her off to the Shopkeeper, expect him to be impressed. Manipulating children into being assassins is one thing, but training a child to be a weapon and literally nothing else is another, so Cain is disposed of (maybe by Yor) and the Shopkeeper sends Cass to be taken care of by Bruce because he knows that he's a good dad because he takes care of Dick. Unfortunately because she's spent her entire life up to this point not being able to speak or read, she's not able to catch up in school enough to be accepted into Eden Academy, but she is able to go to a school that focuses on dance and she lives her dreams of being a ballerina and meets Steph there, maybe doing another type of dance because I can't imagine Steph as a ballerina. She's not involved in politics the way her brothers and father are, but that's okay because she deserves to just be happy.

Tim is the neighbor of Bruce Wayne who, when Bruce realizes is horribly neglected, unofficially adopts him and eventually sues the Drakes for child abuse and officially adopts him. He was already in Eden Academy so that's not a problem. Tim doesn't have a Batman to obsess over in this universe, but he does have an Oracle to obsess over. He somehow finds out Oracle's identity (I'll figure out how later) and begs to be her apprentice, and she eventually takes him on because Tim is stubborn AF and also a talented hacker in his own right. He's best friends with Conner, the son of reporters Clark and Lois Kent (who report critcal things that the government is doing with pseudonyms), because I'm weak for their relationship. I want to add the rest of the Core Four but I don't know how so we'll see how that goes. He suspects that Bruce and Dick are part of the secret organization and that Jason is part of the civilian resistance to the police state but doesn't want to be involved with that because he's already involved with resistance work and the less he knows the better in case he's found out by the government.

Damian is the actual son of Bruce and Talia, who met on a business trip Bruce or Talia took and they had a fling which resulted in Damian. Ra's doesn't have access to a Lazarus Pit here because those don't exist so he's just a normal cult leader who's been dead before Talia and Bruce meet. Talia has turned the cult's assets into a business venture so Damian has an actually fairly normal, if spoiled and also full of martial arts training because that's still important to Talia, upbringing. Bruce and Talia share custody and Damian stays with his father for the school year and with his mother during breaks. Bruce and Talia may still be in love. I don't know, I'll figure it out. Anyway, Damian has a huge rivalry with the other Damian because they're both sons of influential people with a chip on their shoulder, but they're also foils because Damian W actually has a loving family and Damian D doesn't. Damian W befriends Anya and Becky specifically because he wants to annoy Damian D but eventually becomes legitimately fond of them (and Damian D and his friends) but he will never admit it. He's just as much of a tsundere as the other Damian, just in a platonic way. Damian also faces racism due to his brown skin (BECAUSE HE'S DARK OKAY DC LET HIM BE A POC).

The actual story will have some focus on the little shenanigans of the kids at Eden like in SxF (including the older kids), but instead of focusing on Twilight and Yor, the other part will focus on the Wayne's and their allies political maneuverings, but also some slice-of-life with Cass because she deserves it. We may have some small flashes to the Forger family, but they're not the focus. There will also be Batfam fluff because I'm a sucker for that.

#my writing #fanfic #batman #spy x family #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #barbara gordon #cassandra cain #tim drake #damian wayne #talia al ghul #loid forger #yor forger #anya forger #damian desmond #becky blackbell #mentions of my #exorcist!aoi #au #duke thomas #stephanie brown

[falsemortal]

Pink & Burgundy (1/2)

Laura assumed it was a done deal when she had asked Travis if they could try something new in the bedroom. Especially with the way he had become downright shy at her particular ask.

Laura had been with very few men in her life who agreed to do that with her, while almost all of them shut it down almost immediately after it came out of her mouth. She doesn’t want to say that those relationships didn’t last all that long because of her want to try new things, but she knows that’s ultimately what it was. 

With her previous relationship with Max, he had been.. pretty vanilla, but like the people-pleaser he is, he’d try everything at least once, especially when Laura asked. 

But that is dead and gone now, they’ve still remained friends but.. it’s awkward now, especially since.. she’s with Travis.

Laura needed someone that would take on things as they came at them. Who thought on their feet. 

She, however, was not expecting Travis to tell her he’d think about her request.

Nor, did she think they would ever be in a sex shop in the middle of nowhere with him in front of a showcase of different styles and sizes of dildos that could be hooked up to harnesses. (Of which, she’d already picked out a simple black one that had a nice feel to it.)

The shopkeeper kept her eyes on the two of them, and Laura already knew what she was thinking. As soon as Travis wandered a little ways away after spotting something, she swatted her hand on the counter, “He’s my partner, and no he’s not my sugar daddy.”

“Ah, no offense,” The lanky woman replied, smiling, “I’m used to the younger ones being more.. surprised at the shop, not the older.”

“I’m breaking him out of his shell,” Laura squinted at her, feeling a tiny bit apprehensive talking to her, but really, this woman has probably seen a lot working in a city sex shop, “He likes to be restrained, but that’s as adventurous as he has let me see him get.” She gestures to the packaged harness in her hand, “This is.. new for him. Do you have any recommendations on.. size? My previous experience with this was with someone younger than him, and we were kinda.. naïve on that part.”

The woman looks to be in thought for a moment, before coming around the front and guiding Laura to a display she hadn’t seen yet. “If it’s his first time, maybe go for this one. It’s not too large, has a flesh-like feel with a tiny bit of texture for his pleasure.”

“It’s neon pink,” Laura bites her lip to hold in a laugh, she tilts her head slightly, watching the light bounce off of it, “And it’s sparkly? I have to have it.”

“It seems proportional to your body as well,” She eyes Laura, “Not that it matters, sometimes people have hidden surprises.”

Laura grins with a slight blush to her cheeks, “Yeah, exactly.”

The woman seems pleased with herself as she unlocks the case and grabs a packaged one for her. “Now, what about lubricant?”

“We have some at home,” Laura looks at Travis as he awkwardly meanders around the shop, but he seems to have picked up something and has it under his arm, “But it wouldn’t hurt to get something new. But also, I don’t want to hurt him or ruin this experience for either of us. I’m still.. surprised he agreed.”

“Teaching an old dog new tricks,” she smiles again, “Have you two experimented with using a warming lube? That might ease him into it a bit.” 

Laura can’t stop the laugh that escapes her this time, “We have, he didn’t like it because he swore it felt like icy hot on his dick-“

“Mm,” she hums, looking through the shelf until she picks up a shiny bottle, “For this toy, and for any others you may have, you’ll be wanting to use a water based lubricant. He is.. much larger than yourself, so be very liberal. When in doubt, use more.”

“I will, I think we are ready to check out, but let me get him,” She watches the woman take the bottle and place it with the boxed up sparkly pink dildo. Laura hands her the harness and goes to where Travis is, “Hey, you find something?”

“Oh, uh, yeah,” he licks his lips, extending his hand to show her a bundle of red rope, “New cord.”

She reaches out to touch it and it feels like silk, she smirks,“This for you or me?”

“Either,” he returns a similarly smug look that drops quickly, “There is.. a lot here.”

“There is,” she smiles and takes his hand, “I’m ready to check out if you are ready. Or, y’know, we could always go look at the lingerie.”

He blushes and looks past her at the wearable section, she is practically purring as she continues, “You can pick something out for me.”

He wets his lip, “I, uh, I did see something earlier.”

“Yeah?” She smiles softly, touching his chin to get his attention, “Why don’t you go get it and we’ll go check out?”

He nods, catching her gaze and returning a soft smile. “Yes, ma’am.”

She playfully swats his ass as he quickly goes over to the lingerie section, and returning with something burgundy that he hides from her.

“No peeking,” he chuckles lightly, which makes Laura’s eyes sparkle as she grins back at him.

“I like the color.”

He nods, looking away shyly. “I do too. I.. I really like you in red.”

“Do you now?” She kisses his cheek and takes his hand, “I’ll make sure to add some more red to my closet.”

They walk up to the cash register, where the woman has already bagged up Laura’s things into a dark green velveteen bag. The cord and crumpled up pieces of fabric get set on the counter and the woman scans and adds them to the bag with a smile before folding and stamping it shut. “That all for you folks?”

Laura smiles, completing the transaction before Travis can even pull out his wallet, “Yep, thank you so much for your help today.”

“No problem, dear,” she nods to the two of them, “I wish you two luck and to have fun with it.”

Travis blushes brightly, his grip tightening on Laura’s smaller hand. As soon as they’re out of the shop and back in his truck, panic in his voice, “What.. what did you two talk about?”

“Don’t worry,” she cups his cheek, “She just gave me some recommendations, nothing to worry about.”

Some self-conscious thoughts roll back and forth in his mind, but doesn’t speak them as he turns his face and kisses her palm, “Okay, sweetheart.”

––

They wait until the weekend.

They’re on the couch, relaxing. Laura’s scrolling on her phone while leaning on Travis’ chest, who had been reading one of his romance novels. It was a comfortable silence between them, with Laura giggling occasionally and getting his attention to show him something on her phone screen.

She hadn’t noticed him slowly close his book and set it on the side table, but she did feel his hands slowly walk their way up her stomach until he was caressing her small breasts, she smiled as she stretched her neck to the side and felt his soft kisses. “Something good happen in your book?”

“Mm,” he hummed, nibbling at the juncture where neck hit shoulder, “The prince confessed his love to the servant girl, but she told him off and ran away with the queen’s chambermaid.”

“Which one were you rooting for again? The chambermaid, right?” Laura sighs softly, adjusting against his chest.

“Mm, yeah,” He gives her a soft squeeze, “Thea deserved better than that royal rat Benedict, glad she got away with Katrina.”

Laura smiled, she loved listening to him talk about the stories he read. A majority of them were romance novels, usually shitty ones that made them both laugh at the nonsense, but occasionally there were some that had good plot.. and some really got Travis in the mood.

“Yeah?” She sat her phone down on top of his book on the side table, “What was going on before you closed the book?”

“Some touching,” She heard him lick his lips and his small inhale, felt his hands cup and hold her breasts up, his voice low and in her ear, “Some stuff that I want to do to you.”

“What kinda stuff? She smiles, putting her hands over his and teasingly shifting against his growing erection, “Use your big boy words.”

A low growl from his chest, “Laura-”

“You can do it,” she purrs, turning her head to graze his jaw with kisses, “I’ve heard you say things to me before; flattering things that make me blush and laugh, kind things that make me want to kiss you for all eternity… and especially those naughty things that make me wet only for you.”

“I..” He sighs, grumbling against her golden hair before speaking softly, “Wanna taste you, darlin’. You’re the sweetest thing I've ever tasted and I can’t ever get enough of you.”

“Good boy,” she grabs his chin and pulls him into a short kiss.

He moans into her mouth, shivering at the endearment, “I.. I also.. wanna.. try..?”

“Try what, Trav?” Her heart thumps, knowing what he’s asking, but she just loves to tease him and get him to open up more, she presses soft kisses to his chin and jaw. “You don’t have to be shy, it’s just me.”

“Laur, if only you knew how much you affect me,” he sighed dreamily at the kisses he received, “I.. I want to.. Y’know.. Try..”

Laura kisses his cheek, waiting.

“T..take me,” He looks her in the eyes, “I want you to take me.”

–

“It’s okay, baby,” Laura shushes him, threading her hands through the dark hair that leads down his chest to his cock, “We’re going to take this nice and slow, and if you don’t like anything, tell me and I’ll stop.”

Travis whines under her soft touches, especially when she plays around with the hair on his stomach. “Laur..” “I want this to be good for you, since you’re always taking such good care of me all the time,” She presses kisses to his chest, “You’re always such a good boy, making sure that I get off before you do.”

“S’what you deserve,” he chokes, “Since.. since I can’t really.. recharge as fast as I used to. Don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Hey, hey,” she smiles sweetly, “You never disappoint me, so don’t ever think that, okay?”

His lip wobbles as he smiles back, “Yes, ma’am.”

“I’m going to start off small,” She wiggles her fingers for emphasis, “Go ahead and lay back on the pillows. Gonna talk you through it so then we can enjoy ourselves, yeah?”

He nods, moving back on the bed until his back hits the pile of pillows Laura had set up for him. He watches her grab the bottle of lube and squirt a hefty amount onto her hand. “Y-yeah.”

“Let’s widen your legs a bit, okay?” She smiles, nudging his knees further apart, “Move back a little further on your pillows, baby. You’ll be more comfortable and I’ll be able to make you feel wonderful, I promise.”

He does as she says, flushing brightly at the angle he has to look at her from. “Are you sure about this? I’m.. I’m not much to look at-”

“Travis,” she shifts to sit on her knees, she pulls his legs up with hidden strength and positions them so that he’s presenting easier for her, “I love every inch of you and I want to do this.”

He gasps, blushing heavier, he squeezes his eyes shut.

“Hey, look at me,” Laura’s voice is soft and calm, “C’mon, you know how good it feels to have my eyes on you when you’re touching and tasting me. I want that from you.”

“Y-yes,” He slowly opens his eyes, trying his best to look at her in the face. “I’m trying.”

“It’s okay,” Her hand slides down to his half hard cock, which jumps when she caresses him. Smiling at the small moan she receives as she travels lower over his balls, she feels his knees flinch and squeeze around her as she inches her finger closer to his entrance. “You ready?”

He nods, his eyes filled with love and adoration for her, “Go ahead.”

She slips her lubed finger inside, down to her first knuckle. She hears him groan and she slowly starts moving her digit around, “You good? Speak your mind.”

“S’okay,” He mumbles, his body quivering.

“Can I continue?” “Yes,” He nods, and she adds another finger as she goes deeper, making him gasp out at the same time his cock twitches against his stomach. 

It feels like lightning going down his spine when she gently taps his prostate, “Fuck, Laur-”

She’s shocked when he pushes onto her hand, making her smirk as she continues massaging him from the inside. “Jackpot.”

“Laur-AH!” He makes a noise that warms her gut, and it keeps repeating every time she touches that spot. “M-more.”

She adds a third finger, stretching him more. She watches his cock bob and a small stream of precum dribble down. “Look at you, baby, so sweet and leaking for me.”

Travis moans, eyes rolling back as she moves her hand a little rougher, his voice is a hoarse whisper, “For you.”

She leans forward and kisses up his shaft, licking a small swipe of his precum from his sheathed head before she pulls away. She removes her fingers one by one, making sure she doesn’t leave too quickly. “I think you’re ready for me, Trav.”

“Laura, fuck, please-!” He squirms, his hips snapping up, “Feel so empty, need you, fuck-! I need you.”

She smiles, “I have to go get ready, baby, but while you’re waiting, why don’t you keep yourself open for me?”

She takes his hand and the bottle of lube she used earlier and pours a generous amount onto his palm, she kisses his cheek, “Just mimic what I��d been doing, and you’re golden.”

“Laura-” He pouts, downright pouts and she’s awestruck by him so she leans in and kisses him on the lips, slotting them together for a brief moment. “Be a good boy and don’t cum yet, okay?” She smiles at him, only a breath away, “I’ll be gone five minutes tops.”

He nods, watching her leave. Travis stares at his lubricated palm and ever so slowly gets his fingers slicked, he tries not to think too hard about what he’s doing as he starts to finger himself, but he gets lost in the haze at feeling his own larger fingers inside. He doesn’t dare touch his cock, even the slightest pump might send him over, so he keeps his other hand up on his chest, pretending that Laura is the one stroking his chest and pinching his nipples just right.

So, he slicks one finger inside, which turns to two, which turns to three and that’s pushing it as he writhes on his hand, massaging and throttling his prostate with little taps and scrapes. While the size of his own fingers feels slightly better, he misses Laura’s smaller ones already. She’d been able to finagle herself at a much better angle than he could at the moment.

He hardly notices Laura standing in the doorway watching him until she hears her moan, his eyes snap to her and see that she’s moved the harness to the side and she’s furiously rubbing her clit.

“Don’t stop, Trav,” she bites her lip as she moves closer, his eyes tracking the bright pink dildo as it moves on her harness, “I quite like this show, it’s hot.”

A watery chuckle escapes him, his half-lidded eyes looking her over as he slows down his pace, “Look at you, you’re packing, sweetheart.”

She grins, saddling up to the side of the bed and pushing back some of his hair that had fallen onto his forehead. She pressed a soft kiss there, “Mmhmm, do you want to get acquainted with her?” He licks his lip and looks up to catch Laura’s eyes, “Yes, ma’am.”

“I want you to be comfortable and get used to it, so,” she gently takes his hand that he had splayed on his chest and puts it on the tip of the dildo, “Go ahead, baby, she’s all yours. I think you’ll like her.”

He moves his palm down the silicone shaft, feeling every inch of it. He squeezes lightly before letting go and palming her ass, “C’mere.”

She’s confused for a moment as he guides her to straddle his chest, but realization sets in when he kisses the tip of the dildo. He looks up at her through his dark eyelashes, tentatively taking her in his mouth and sucks, moaning around the toy.

Laura shudders, hesitatingly rolling her hips after getting a soft pat on her thigh. The way his eyes are drilling into her is making her feel powerful, but also makes her realize how wet and slick she is when he finally pulls off and she sits gently on his chest. She shimmies down, letting his cock rub against her molten slit as she curls her hands and fingers through his hair, “Such a good boy, Travis.”

“Laur, fuck, please-” He moans, rolling his hips up against her, “I’m…”

Laura grinds down on him, “You’re what, baby? Do you need something?”

“Want you..” he palms her hip, still working his fingers in and out of himself, “I need you.”

“Travis..” She smiles bigger down at him, her voice somewhat singsongy, “Use your words.”

“Laura, darlin-” The man pants under her, eyes fluttering and trying to focus on her, “I want your cock. I.. I want you to fuck me.. Make love to me, sweetheart.”

“There he is,” she leans down and captures his lips, gently tonguing her way in and moaning against him, she pulls away and whispers, “I will make this good for you and I want you to let free, my beautiful ray of sunshine.”

He bites his lip, nodding. His whole body feels like it’s radiating warmth and just pure want for his girl.

“Okay, my sweet boy,” she pulls away, “I’d love to look into your eyes for this, but this’ll be more comfortable for both of us if you go ahead and flip over, alright?”

Travis slowly and surely turns over, groaning as he gets on his knees. Laura makes sure he’s comfortable by gently running her hands down his back, massaging wherever she touches, and pressing little kisses down his spine. “Gonna take you nice and slow, baby,” She palms his ass and squeezes, enjoying how red his skin got from her hands. 

He shivers when he feels the bed shift and hears the click of the bottle of lube followed by the liquid slick of Laura working the lubricant all over the toy. “I’m going to start, Trav,” Her fingers gently touch him, prodding him open, “Going to warm you up for a little bit and then I’ll warn you again, okay? Be vocal, please.”

“Yes, ma’am,” He licks his lips, his answer seems to please her as he receives a kiss and a nip on his right ass cheek, “I’ll.. I’ll try, sweetheart.”

“Good boy,” she smiles as she sticks in a third finger, stretching him nicely and loving every second of him moaning and shifting back onto her hand in pleasure. She continues going, her other hand reaching around and cupping his balls, feeling how tight they already are, “Baby, you ready?”

“Y-yes,” he stills, feeling stiff as a board and almost hitting the edge when her dainty fingers trailed up and down his shaft lightly, not applying pressure, but just touching. 

She leans in and kisses the center of spine once before taking another good handful of lube and spreading it over the neon pink silicone. She positions herself, lining up and gently pushes only to meet resistance. “Hey, hey, you’re okay, you just need to relax, baby.”

Travis inhales and exhales, shifting to put most of his weight on his forearms, trying to ease himself, “Trying, sweetheart.”

She moves back, massaging his cheeks before trying to push back in, she goes further this time but doesn’t move, letting him get used to the feeling. “You’re doing good, baby boy.”

Travis’ mind is flying faster than he can vocalize, the only thing coming out was a loud moan and a heavy stream of precum trailing down his cock. The sensation is foreign, new, and there is no one else he’d rather do this with. And when she starts to move, he loses it. She’s gentle, way too gentle, so he picks up the pace and pushes back against her. His thighs shaking with pleasure with each brush against his prostate. He knows he’s making a mess of himself and their bed, he chances a glance and moans even louder at the growing wet stain on the sheets below him. He’s also hypnotized by the slap and pull of Laura, the rhythm they’ve made has him almost to tears as he watches her from the awkward angle from over his shoulder. “You feel so good,” she smiles after sinking into him, “You’re taking me so nicely, Trav.”

He babbles something affirmative all while thrusting back against her, needing her to move. He’s in pure ecstasy and his brain to mouth function was not working properly. He’s only been able to get moans of Laura’s name out and small growls of ‘yes’ and ‘more.’

“Who’s my good boy?” She pulls his hips towards her, rocking into him as deeply as she can, she’s left some scratches down his back during their session, the majority of his skin already a beautiful pinky red. “C’mon, only good boys get to cum.”

Travis’ back arches, feeling impossibly stiff and tight, he fights through his daze at the mention of being able to cum, “I.. I am.”

“What was that?” She hammers into him a couple more times, yanking him up to the hilt, making him yelp into the mattress. “I am!” His whole body shudders, his skin feeling like it’s on fire and electric running throughout him, “I’m your good boy!”

Laura grins, feeling sweat beading up on her back as she slows down and rolls into him, “Cum for me, baby.”

“Laura, fuck-“ Like a dam breaking, he felt himself surge forward, felt Laura’s hand wrap around him and milk dry him for all he’s worth. His load splatters on the sheets below him, as well as bouncing back up against his stomach. His limbs feel drained and heavy as he starts to droop, “Sweetheart.”

Laura quickly exits and helps maneuver him onto his back, her hand splays on his stomach as she kisses his slowly softening cock, suckling the tip, and essentially cleaning him up of any semen that didn’t go on the sheets. 

Travis moans, seeing white around his vision at the slight overstimulation. “Laur.”

She removes the harness and gently lays on top of him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him slowly. “You were perfect, Trav,” she kissed his neck, “Absolutely perfect.” He sighs into her skin, his body buzzing.

“Did you like it?” She smiles at him, “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“It.. it was different,” he breathes out and continues, “I.. yes, I did like it and no, it didn’t hurt.. At the beginning it did, but.. You were good, sweetheart. I don’t think I’ve finished that hard before.”

She giggles, kissing his neck again, “Now you know I feel, well kinda.. Y’know, they do make squirting dildos.”

He moans as he slides his hands over her back, smoothing the soft skin until he gets to rump of her ass where he squeezes. As Laura nibbles and kisses his neck, he quickly inserts a finger into her depths, feeling how wet and hot she still was. 

“Trav-“ she gasps against his skin, “You don’t have to, tonight was all about you.”

“Want this,” he grumbles into her hair, “Still want to taste you too.”

“Take what you want, baby, “ she licks at his adam’s apple, “You were a good boy, so you get whatever you want.”

His fingers twitched at that, then surged at a rapid speed that had her gasping and crying out loudly. “Can’t get hard enough for that right now, sweetheart.”

Laura giggled breathlessly, taking him easier now, widening her straddle for him. “That’s okay, we have plenty of time if you want to get me back later.”

He growls at that, he pats her thighs, looking hungrily up at her, “Up.”

She shifts, her legs quaking as she hovers over his face. “You sur-“

She doesn’t get to complete her sentence since he wraps his arms around her thighs and pulls her down onto his face. His nose rubs against her clit as he feasts on her, making her mewl and roll into his mouth. She knows he’s very talented with his tongue, but after what they’ve gone through earlier, she thought he’d be exhausted.. But no, man’s hungry for his girl.

He growled and grumbled when she threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled, alerting him that she was close. Instead of coming up for air, he dug in deeper, desperate as he also tried to catch her eyes as she came openly into his mouth.

“Oh,” her eyes flutter, her grip tight in his hair, his name comes out as a ragged breath, “Travis.”

His grip on her lessens, letting her sit back and off of his face. Before she’s fully off of him, he places a soft kiss on her mound and looks up at her. His voice hoarse, “Sweet as always, Laur.”

Their chests heave in unison as they fall down from their high. The sound of the air conditioner rattling in the window, relieving their entwined bodies with the cool breeze. They stay cuddled up for much longer than they thought they would, but nothing in the world felt better than these soft moments together. 

Yes, the sex was great, but afterwards? The care and tenderness? That’s where it was at. It’s what they both wanted, no - needed at their core. 

They don’t get up for at least an hour, both of them grimacing at the mess they made on the sheets as they stripped the bed and tossed everything in the washer before getting a shower themselves.

Once they’re clean and the bed’s made again; fresh and warm from the dryer; Travis pulls her against his chest. “Too bad we didn’t get to use the new cord, or your pretty little outfit.”

Laura grins up at him deviously, “Oh, we will.”

That look makes Travis sweat slightly, “Yeah?” “Yep,” she squeezes his middle, sighing into the subtle softness there, “Might have to wait till next weekend for that.”

Travis clicks his tongue, “Whenever you want, sweetheart. I’ll be ready.”

#sorry didn't have the patience to do my color coding of dialogue #hackearney #travis x laura #travis hackett x laura kearney #hackearney ficlets #my art #THE ART IS CENSORED I SWEAR

[youve-doomed-us-all-jerk]

and finished it ,got dat true ending yes def had a great time on the game 8/10 (but yeah performance def docked some points as well as some writing threads that felt kinda dropped, but am trying to in good faith piece it together in me mind so just gonna ramble spoilers under the cut:

when people said this is what they wanted the original DD to be i can see that but like i feel like the lead up to the game kept hearing people who know more about the originals history talk about how "40-60% of the original vision was cut down" from dd1 and i feel like my brain unfortunately interpreted that as "oh cool so were gonna have 100 new vocations like the monk and 100 monsters and the parallel worlds(technically true☝🏽🤓) and the moon stuff, neat" thats on me lmao but yeah removing those expectations and seeing it for what it is, its def the spirit of the the first game but its systems deeper and more fleshed out not good at all the techny terms but im not very into or good at action games but this one made me want to be cuz the combat was fun haha hmm writing wise there was a point where i felt like everything just suddenly got dropped once the godbane stuff started happening and youre suddenly barreling to the ending while everything else just wasnt important anymore lmao, but trying to interpret the story as a story the pathfinder is weaving, i think its meant to feel like that cuz we see the pathfinder essentially write us out of problems, give us a griffin to escape slavery, gives us a clue to where were supposed to go and the big one he like straight up changes ambrosius mind about giving us the godsbane when it wouldnt make sense for him too, the old man by harve even alludes to this by saying the real world is much messier when hes telling you about how fake everything is, like the watcher said everyone there is there to play a part in a tale hes laid out and i think he wanted to get to the ending faster. It's definitely another layer they added from the first games cycle, but do wish if that is what theyre going for(and if im not delusional lmao) that they did more like the ambrosius thing just watching as he ass pulls us out of dead ends making us feel what rothais felt when he realized all his feats and hardships didnt matter, also just would have liked more sidequests with fun characters lmao.

Also did enjoy the endings of the 3 major peoples in the unmoored world and felt like their side quests really fleshed them out and led them there to their endings well,mostly, very cool idea to bring it all together like that. elves wanted to stay isolated but they needed outside influence to break tradition, to save their tree and how it all built to them agreeing to seek refuge with the other races rather than die with their way of life. Ironic that disa was half right about sven needing to inherit the throne but ofc she was also half wrong cuz she a tyrant and wants him to have it mainly cuz of blood, but he deserves it cuz his sidequests were about him getting to know the common folk and becoming self assured lmao battahl tbh full disclosure i messed up the queen nadias sidequest to the rose chateau, tried to scare the dick head shopkeeper into giving me the medicine for the beastren and got arrested so idk how that one ends(will find out in NG+ lmao) but based on the ones i did do, it seems like the nations whole thing was about always being in conflict with each other and how the unmoored quests there are about making people put there differences aside and band together, including the arisen teaming with phaesus. Also like the irony of their view on pawns being right at first but by the end of the game they end up being wrong. but yeah do feel like they didnt get into that more, along with what the lambent flame is? (googled that there was lore texts you can find that explain how an earlier emperor is deceiving the people about it and what it really does) they also dont go into the fact vermund was a nation of beastren, started by a beastren and then history was wiped?? and how theres vermundians fear of beastren and human children always look like beastren and yet wilhelmina is a direct contradiction of this?? that seemed like a really juicy plot point but they didnt really do anything with it. and lastly idek where to start with the pawn and arisen ending, found out theres slight differences in the affinity ending (got the high affinity one cuz reds my my gurl i always revive run straight to her to revive her🤗) but watching them talk about how happy they are to have their own will while saying theyd still do anything for you filled me with something, dont even know what but was crazy.

oh also before i forget another way its in the spirit of the first game for me is just like in the original i also forgot to talk to the person i was romancing and giving them flowers before the endings and got diff people appearing there just like my first playthru of the dd1 lmfao( got manela with grigori and sara in the true ending, was going for ulrika this playthru lmfao) def gonna NG+, maybe do a magic archer and get the stuff i missed and try and get the other endings. Also hoping for another expansion/dlc like they did with dd1 down the line with more vocations and monsters.

#dragons dogma 2 #dd2 #dd2 spoilers

[rightpastnowhere]

Right soooo.

3. Drinking Headcanon - Vex & Vax

8. Shopping headcanon - Tary & Vex

12. Friendship headcanon - Vex & Zahra

16. Appearance headcanon - Any de Rolo child of your choice.

IT'S VEX HOURS BABY!!! AND ALSO THE DE ROLO BABIES

hoo boy this is a long one. i’m so sorry. i am insane, and you activated the Vex Loving Hours

headcanon ask meme

3. drinking, vex & vax

okay. tipsy vex and drunk vex are very different. tipsy vex is loud and fun and flirty, alcohol chipping away at that composure she tries to keep locked down. her posture loosens up, and she thinks less about what she says - she snorts and giggles, her words slur together, and she doesn't hesitate to just... be. it frees her up a little. drunk vex, however, is just... sleepy. like, once she's truly hammered, she just gets tired. and a little cuddly. it's at this point that people can catch the slightest hints of a byroden accent, where she forgets the 'g' in 'darling'. i am absolutely stealing this from this fic by @notaficwriter​ which is cute and amazing and lovely and everyone should go read it right now. drunk vax, as we see in canon, is just a silly guy. he's a funny man. he jokes and stumbles around, and loves his friends so much, and is also more likely to have conversations with his sister about love. he gets stuck in physical closets instead of metaphorical ones. he’s a dork and also an enabler of chaos

vex and vax together being drunk... is just a wild ride. in the beginning, they're sort of playing off each other, trying to see whose tolerance is better, encouraging each other to throw darts (and daggers) when they can't walk straight. but before vox machina, it was rare that they ever got drunk together. they knew the dangers of being intoxicated when they were nobodies, flitting from city to city, and if they weren't in the woods they were wrapped up in shady shit. if they got their hands on some good alcohol, they'd take their turns, and usually with trinket on watch, too. they wanted to enjoy some of the little things, but not at the risk of each other. sometimes they'll still fall into the habit with VM, starting to argue over who's the designated driver monitor for the night, before remembering, oh, we don't need to do that anymore. and then they get Plastered

8. shopping, tary & vex

tary and vex both adore shopping. in fact, it's one of their little bestie bonding activities - just heading out to shop, either in whitestone (it's still recovering, but by the time skip some of the cute little stores have definitely begun to reemerge) or in emon. they go clothes shopping and enable the shit out of each other. vex has a slowly growing collection of elaborate hair clips, one that percy eventually makes a whole cabinet for. they also hit up armories and weapon shops like mall shops - "ooo, would you just look at these arrows? oh, gods, they're so gorgeous" "vex'ahlia, you have to see this armor, oh it's so lovely-" "ooooo you have to get it!!" “oh taryon, have you seen this mace? oh it’s so darling” “oh pike would love that” “she would!” and. they’re kind of joking, but kind of not. it is so confusing to all of the shopkeepers, it's great

the thing is, though, that initially, shopping was a huge conflict between them. their original animosity really centered around money - tary flaunted it like it was nothing, expected vex not to know shit about it, and to top it all off, it wasn't even his own hard earned money. he was coasting on dad’s coattails (and, even though we learn later that his dad is a dick, i can imagine that vex was a little bitter that at least this rich fuck’s rich fuck dad actually gave him something). even after tary's false bravado has dropped and vex has taken him in as her latest stray, he still has no concept of how money works, or its value. "it's a banana! how much could it cost, a platinum piece?" kinda vibes. he has no fucking idea how to haggle, either, and it nearly causes vex to go grey early. their earliest shopping trips are doubling up as educational moments. vex is gonna help this man learn money sense if it kills her

(they occasionally bring percy along as well, since he actually loves shopping nearly as much as them, but for the most part this is a ritual that the two of them keep to themselves during the year-long break. and occasionally, post-canon, during reunions they’ll slip away for some nostalgic browsing. just to feel a little more normal)

the rest of the headcanons (zahra and vex, the de rolo babies) are under the cut because i. went insane

12. friendship, zahra & vex

ZAHRA IS ONE OF THE MOST UNDER-APPRECIATED CR CHARACTERS AND I LOVE HER FRIENDSHIP WITH VEX SO MUCH THANK YOU

okay. listen. they give off the vibes of those friends who dated for a while and broke up amicably but still are all close and would absolutely agree to a friendly hook up you know. like that’s what i do with them in a modern au. but in canon they just... they have the vibes, okay. there’s a post somewhere with a gif of vex saying she’s got a crush on zahra, and i haven’t been able to find the actual moment but i hold this so close

ANYWAY! they have the weirdest friendship. half the time, when they get together, they just... sit in a library. or a room. and just read. they don’t talk to each other for hours, and say it’s some of the best company they’ve ever had. the other half of the time, they go out and absolutely fuck up the nearest tavern. they drink people under the table and threaten a healthy amount of creepy fuckers who try and hit on them. they throw darts absolutely plastered (vex) and cast one too many inebriated spells (zahra), and are just generally a fire hazard. and, again, they say it’s some of the best company they’ve ever had. they’re wild adventurers, going hard in their celebrations in part of the job description, but they’re also nerdy little introverts who find solace in the quiet company. they also have a pair of sending stones, and will drop everything to go help when the other calls. they’re ride or die, and have each other’s backs

also, post-canon, they have a lot of meet-ups that double as play dates, because the the zahra/kashaw twins and vesper are about the same age, and i imagine those weren’t the last of the hydris kids. also, of course, zahra absolutely adores gwen - vex named the kid after her, for fuck’s sake, which brought zahra to actual tears when vex told her, because she’d had her self-worth stripped away just like vex had; she never even dreamed someone would think highly enough of her to give her name to someone so precious. so, naturally, zahra is the most called-upon babysitter once gwen is around, at least until vesper is old enough for the responsibility (although zahra still volunteers her help). she also helps gwen a lot with coming into her tiefling heritage, and helps the rest of the de rolos learn infernal, touched by how dedicated they all are to helping gwen feel included and loved

16. appearance headcanon, any de rolo baby

again. i have no self restraint. so i’m gonna do all of them. but i might cut it down to one particular trait because this post is getting out of hand

vesper: i think she’s definitely celestial plane-touched in some way, shape, or form, whether she’s an aasimar or not (and i’ve started to slip to @essayofthoughts​‘s side of this whole matter, with her not being an aasimar but still pelor-blessed), but i don’t think she was born with any visible signs of it. i think she was born with dark hair, almost vex’s color but a touch lighter, and that after some incident as a kid (or just more exposure to magic and pelor-related magic, i’m not sure) it started to grow in white. soon after, her light brown freckles gained a cluster of silver ones scattered about, catching the sun the same way vex’s golden ones do (a headcanon i will die on the hill of)

leona: her hair is an absolute bitch to maintain. not only is it frizzy, but it’s frizzy curls. as someone with frizzy curly hair (that, actually, was not curly for the first bit of my life), it can be an absolute nightmare in any sort of humidity, or if you don’t use the right hair stuff. i think it’s less of an issue than it would be, given whitestone’s location, but any time they travel to byroden - or, hell, even emon - if leo doesn’t keep it fully braided or tied up, the frizz doubles it’s size. wolfe makes so much fun of her when it happens for the first time, calling her “lion-mane leo” in the brattiest way a 12 year old can. (he would have the same problem if his hair wasn’t cut so short)

wolfe: he’s got a round lil face, simply because i think it would be adorable. also, i think he’s got pretty strong freckles - the normal kind, but darker than vesper’s normal freckles because he spends more time outside. i headcanon him as a bow user (fighter class, specifically), but despite the bow not necessarily being a strength weapon and more dexterity (looks at vex’s 7 strength), he’s worked hard to build up some muscle so he can be useful in any sort of fighting. he’s got a protective streak a mile wide - for his siblings, of course, and the rest of his family, but also for anyone who’s disadvantaged or picked on. also, he has the absolute best style out of all of the kids. he’s the best dressed for every occasion. he and vex are a force to be reckoned with

also, for both of the twins: they’re the tallest of the kids, and they’re total dicks about it. they lord it over all of rest like it’s something to brag about, even though they’re the only ones who actually give a fuck. vesper only did for a little bit, once she stopped growing and they kept on getting taller, but got over it relatively quickly. the twins, however, did not. it’s hilarious. actually, the only one who gets huffy about it is percy - they end up just a smidge taller than him, once they’ve reached their final heights (although he’s mostly just emotional that they’ve grown up so much)

vax’ildan/freddie: i keep focusing on their hair BUT... i imagine he’d grow out his hair. not as long as vax’ildan did, and it’s a lot curlier than vax’s was, but the similarity still strikes vex every now and then. it actually hits percy on occaison, too - i imagine little ludwig had curly dark brown hair, and that when it got long he would tie it back until he could be bothered to get it cut, and it looked a little similar to how freddie wears it. i also think, as freddie grows older, it becomes apparent that he inherited vex’s complexion - his skin holds a decent tan through the winter, and is sun-warm light brown in the summer, especially when he starts spending more and more time outside with charlie. eventually, he looks more like vex’s mini than vax’s (or ludwig’s), which helps with the sting of resemblance

gwen: okay so i had a dumb headcanon for her ombre hair but then i looked up ipkesh’s appearance, and he ALSO has ombre hair and red skin, so i assume she just has those features because her planal affiliation comes from the ipkesh pact. BUT i’m gonna use the headcanon anyway, so: please imagine gwen trying to dye the rest of her hair white so she matches with vesper. it’s a disaster and it’s absolutely adorable

ANYWAY ANYWAY i just. please consider gwen with a little gap between her two front teeth when the adult ones grow in. combined with the little tiefling fangs that she has. she is the cutest kid in all of whitestone and everyone knows it. also, her horns kinda confuse me a little bit - they’re small, but they seem to be in their standard adult shape. i can’t imagine the s-shaped ones can grow any longer given their shape, and horns don’t just... increase in size, so those horns would have to be fully grown despite her young age (aside from scaling up as she grows up). but she does have those lil nub horns, so my idea is that eventually those will grow a little more and curve a little more, and then finally she’ll have a third pair of shorter, basically-nub horns that grow in. i just think that would be neat and adorable, and i haven’t seen a lot of multi-horned tieflings

holy shit i wrote so much i am. so sorry

#this is a bEHEMOTH #vex’ahlia #vax’ildan #taryon darrington #zahra hydris #vesper elaina de rolo #leona de rolo #wolfe de rolo #vax'ildan de rolo #gwendolyn de rolo #perc’ahlia #critical role #vox machina #essayofthoughts #ask meme

[zoneofsmites]

for sylas: glance, canvas, armour, and bling. -@veilkeeper <3

glance: At first glance, what stands out most about your OC's appearance? What's their distinguishing feature?

It would be hard to hide that he is a tiefling wouldn't it?

Past that his most notable feature is his eyes. Two different colors, black sclera's and surrounded by pure white eyelashes.

His right eye is bright yellow and his left eye is a stark white - except for the red ring around the pupil. Both of them blaze like hot fire, the only notable sign of his Draconic bloodline.

They're quite fetching.

canvas: Does your OC have any scars, piercings, tattoos, or other markings? Do they display or cover them up at all?

Sylas is littered in scars. Most of them he does not remember recieving of course. There are nicks on his hands, stab wounds and slashes of a knife are scattered all across his body. Some marks and burns of more magical attacks. The most notable ones is the vivisection scar on his chest and the two scars on his face, a large jagged cut across his nose and cheek that healed sloppily, and a thin line where a blade was pushed into the side of his skull by his temple.

Tattoo's he also has plenty off. Forehead, neck, and arms from wrist till bicep all covered in the same dark deep red design that is meant to resemble blood. As well as a large piece of a skull and blades on his chest. The only piercings he has are in his ears - and uhhh maybe one other place :P (his dick. im talking about his dick here).

Sylas does not cover up any scars or tattoo's. Before Orin got to him they were a mark of pride, now he simply does not care - it is just how his body looks.

armor: What kind of armor does your OC wear? Is it well kept? Bonus: where does it come from? Is there a story behind it?

Sylas wears ring mail armor dyed in black and red with silver metal. He prefers the ring mail over other heavy armor because it lends him more manouverability than say, plate mail, while still lending him the protection he desires.

It was simply bought relatively early on in their journey from the shopkeep in the Grove. He has kept good enough care for it to last him troughout his whole journey, as he does for any of armor and weapons - it keeps him alive so it must be maintained.

bling: What jewelry does your OC wear? Does it have any meaning?

The only jewerly he wears are the helix' and dagger lobe piercings he woke up with. They hold a meaning he doesn't remember - a gift from one Enver Gortash, so that his favorite assassin would never be without knives.

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#tysm for the ask kellan giving u a gentle smooch #bg3 #ask game #zone of truth #oc: sylas maeve #oc tag

[gerrysherry]

Rite of passage chapter 1

A dangerous game part 1

Edward just wanted to have a good time. The girl was in the way. He pushed her and stepped over her; end of story. But this pansy flopdoodle named Richard Enfield saw it differently.

“Apologize to the girl at once,” Richard had said. Edward decided he would dub him Dick.

He stared at the cherub-faced girl with her angelic curled hair and staring in her blue eyes growled “I’m sorry.” At the sight of his face, the girl started crying.

With Dismay, Dick went to consult the girl’s family along with the  night apothecary who was summoned in place of a proper doctor. With disgust Hyde realized that the man was (like himself) Scottish. 

The girl meanwhile was being comforted by her family. This girl might be poor and walking around Soho at night for some ungodly reason but she had a loving family.

All Edward had was Henry. All Edward had was himself. Henry liked to pretend he was a separate entity and invented elaborate origins for him to hide (hah) the fact that he came fully formed from Jekyll, like Dionysus from Zeus’s thigh.

“Perhaps a small payment would smooth things over” Dick half-growled, half-whispered to Hyde.

“How much do ye want?” Hyde hissed.

“100 pounds should do it,” Dick said, faking geniality.

“Highway robbery, dear sir” Edward Hyde spat.

“Well in that case I will make sure all nearby establishments know how cruel and miserly of a man you are. If you are a man at all.”

Hyde hissed out a breath but realizing he was cornered led them to where he kept his checkbook. Unfortunately this was perilously close to Jekyll’s house. He quickly unlocked the cabinet so that Dick or the girl’s family wouldn’t catch a glimpse of his laboratory. He slammed the door shut with his cane.

The cabinet was a strange liminal place where he was neither Henry Jekyll nor Edward Hyde but himself, his true self. He couldn’t enjoy this being, he had a job to do. He searched for loose change, the king of shady transactions, but found only his checkbook. His checkbook  as Henry Jekyll Hyde later realized. He filled out a check for 100 pounds and only realized he’d absentmindedly signed it “Henry Jekyll” when he handed it to Dick.

The gig was up. Dick suspected the check was a fake. Did Jekyll know him from somewhere? Dick’s features did look vaguely familiar…Hyde was surprised that Dick didn’t call him a forger, more surprised when Dick invited him to breakfast.

This Hyde quickly realized, was no flirtation for Dick had also invited the doctor and the girl’s father. Dick’s plan was to not let Hyde out of his sight until the bank opened so he could not escape if  the check was forged. Tenfold better than simple accusation, the air headed heir could certainly scheme.

The breakfast was better than Hyde feared, the servants asked no questions, no one stared him in the face and talk veered trivial. Dick had started a game of tales where each would tell a story from their life. Edward briefly wished one could tell a fiction tale instead for as Jekyll he was an avid reader of fact and fiction alike. As himself not as much, the drug made it harder to focus on the written page. Though like laws, tradition and even rules of nature that didn’t stop Hyde from trying.

When asked by Dick,  “What do you do for a living, Mr. Hyde?” 

He replied “I’m a laboratory assistant, I procure wares, negotiate with shopkeepers and do my own experiments. Tests with poison mostly.”  He had done some tests with belladonna, marveling at his own immunity to certain poisons but not others. Cyanide seemed to be an exception and one he loathed to even consider as a way of escaping the coppers once and for all.

“Once, I dissolved my master’s cuff links in aqua regia. He was blooming mad even if he hated them himself. He also didn’t appreciate my attempts at gold miniature either.” Hyde crossed his arms with contentment, tale finished. Dick already knew he spoke of Jekyll, no harm done.

“You’re lucky he didn’t fire you” Dick said. No one else quipped, fear or respect? Surely the former.

“He depends upon me too much,” Hyde replied vaguely, then shot back, “What do you do D- Mr. Enfield?”

“Oh many things” Dick said and in quick succession regaled of his oversight of his father’s business, his charitable works (a bit more haphazard and small scale than his, well Jekyll’s, enterprises but impressive enough). Dick noted also, in a roundabout way that infuriated Hyde to no end, his conquest of women. Maybe not so much a flopdoodle after all, at least not literally. Enfield, Enfield, where had he heard the name before? Maybe he’d remember better sober.

The doctor talked of his move from Edinburg and his windfall with better pay, his elevated health after his departure of “Auld Reekie”, and the derision he encountered from his strong Scottish accent. Hyde did not wince in sympathy, for that was a sign of weakness and he wasn’t about to show solidarity for some sawbones just because of their shared profession and hometown. Henry was pretending to not have a single doctorate and avoided any reference to his birthplace so he couldn’t exactly sympathize aloud. Although through the drug-filled haze that was Hyde’s existence he did feel sadness that the kingdom was so divided with judgment even towards those of the same commonwealth. His research was going to fix that but alas….it created Hyde instead.

The father told of his factory job which must have been even duller than it sounded. He now considered sending his daughter and her siblings to school. Hyde suggested one of Jekyll’s schools; It taught basic literacy and arithmetic and was within the man’s means. see I can do charity work in this shape and name also, Henry. I’m not condemned to evil, I chose it freely. Noticing he was arguing with himself again he ceased.

The time came that the clock struck 6 and the four of them made their way to Coutt’s. He was uncomfortable in such a respectable place and yet giddy how uncomfortable everyone else was. The teller stared at Hyde with contempt but cashed the check anyway. The look of gratitude on the father’s face was good enough but the look of absolute bewilderment on Dick’s was the icing on the cake. The Sawbones showed a very caledonian stoicism, more was the pity.

There was laughing all the way to the bank and there was its rare variant of laughing all the way from the bank. It was dawn by the time he made it back to his house, this time alone. He was still haunted by Dick’s features and why they looked like someone he knew…

#jekyll and hyde #dr jekyll and mr hyde #the strange case of dr jekyll and mister hyde #strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde #my writing #my fanfiction #richard enfield #edward hyde #henry jekyll

[rules-for-boys]

💭 Kelly, lock your dick in chastity and throw away the key.

Command and Compel. Get your own!!

Kelly had plenty of time to not do this. Plenty of time.

First he had gotten a text. Or he thought he had gotten a text. He remembered the alert sound going off but he didn’t remember what the text actually said. But immediately after that, he had gotten this idea. It was a stupid idea. Possibly the stupidest idea that he had ever had. Something he would never do. So he brushed it aside, put his phone away, and actually made an effort to pay attention in class.

But his toes started tapping. And then his fingers started tapping. First right on the desk, and then there was a glare from the guy next to him, and he stilled a moment. But he couldn’t stay still long. His fingers wanted to move. Anxiety was growing. But at least he moved his hand so that the tapping was against the fabric of his jeans, at least. But the tapping against his thigh now, it sent shockwaves through his body, which was growing more and more sensitive.

By the time class was nearly over, he just couldn’t take it anymore. There was maybe five minutes left in class when he just could not wait another second, and so he left. Just left. His chair just made so much noise when he pushed back from the desk. All eyes turned to him. His own eyes went wide but there was nothing to do. He had to leave. So he did.

Out of the classroom and onto the bus. He knew where one of Those Stores was. Everybody knew. They had laughed about it, he and his friends. He had even gone in once, freshman year, not too long after he moved into the dorms. But they had just bought obscene-looking candy, had a laugh, and left. They didn’t … get anything. Not anything real.

Today, he was here for a purchase. He wandered the aisles for a minute. Found the shelf with what he needed. What he needed. But of course he didn’t know anything about these. He should have researched. (He shouldn’t buy one at all.) He had to ask a shopkeep, blushing and stammering the whole time. Luckily, they were knowledgeable, and not just a regular minimum wage dude. He left with a plain brown bag, which he hugged to his chest the whole ride home, convinced that his fellow riders knew exactly what was in his package. What would soon be on his package.

He was breathing hard when he got back to his room. His roommate wasn’t there; that was lucky. Kelly couldn’t have waited if he had been there. He pulled his clothes off in a rush, stripping naked. He pulled the packaging of the … device apart in an even bigger rush. Then, a moment of pause. Not of reflection, but of admiration: he turned the thing in his hands and just looked at it.

It was beautiful.

He grabbed the instructions and cursed when he saw that it was recommended he shaved. So that had to happen, cursing and trying to force himself to go slow enough to be safe. He was in a rush to get the thing on. He had to keep reminding himself: if he had to go to the hospital because of knicked balls? It would be a lot longer before he got it on. So with that manta, he managed to keep safe, although he did make a bit of a mess.

Finally hairless, he hopped in the shower. Got clean. Definitely should have jerked off. Didn’t. Just wanted to get there.

And then slowly, carefully, with great reverence, he placed himself in the cage. With a deep breath, he closed the lock. The click was loud in the empty room.

And then, at last, at last, he stalked over to the window. Still naked. Pulled open the blinds, pulled open the window, and then the screen.

With a huff, he tossed the key out of the fifth story window.

And then, finally, for the first time since he didn’t get that text,  he felt like he could breath. He stood in front of the bathroom mirror. Admired himself. He looked amazing. He looked…

“Wait.” What the fuck had he just done?

About that time, he heard a sound from the other room: His phone again. A text message. He was sure he turned it off. Curious, he left the bathroom, still naked (as naked as he could get now, anyway) to see what the message was.

#Kelly Frazier #Ask #Ask Kelly #Meme #Memes for Kelly #realbcys

[dementedfilament]

Okay actually I’m going to ramble a bit about Mordecai even though this is a terrible drawing of him

Now with a cut because I don’t know how to shut up ✨

So Mordecai is my favourite asshole vampire that spawned as a joke for a writing contest on WritersCafe, under a Halloween-esque theme relating to a blood moon. He wasn’t evil in the first story, but I imagined him as some sort of ex-criminal working along a fallen vampire queen. I definitely screwed up the timeline for his character development, but I did manage to spawn 5 stories based around himself and a vampire hunter named Antony: Beneath the Blood Moon, The Small World We Share, A Slayer’s Duty, Binding Pact, and An Interesting Game.

In the other stories, I manage to incorporate more of Mordecai’s true asshole nature, and the fact that he’s totally okay with being a complete dick to both vampires and humans. Also the fact that Charlie, the fallen queen, is also a total dick and mostly okay with being that, but she’s a huge coward and fears prosecution. On the other side of things, Antony is a victim in one of Mordecai’s crimes, in which his whole family was killed at the vampire’s talons. His partner, Geneva, was his ex-girlfriend that he later killed after he betrayed the other slayers and she was sent to dispose of him. Irvine was Geneva’s second partner, and actually survives and makes it to Season 2 of the Mordecai series, where he has a daughter named Melina.

Season 2 will start after a bit of a time skip, where the secret of vampires gets spilled and now the two species are working through the push and pull of coexisting. Mordecai and Charlie are nomadic, and more or less work as vigilantes so Mordecai can still stir up shit without falling into outright crime again, since Charlie keeps him in line as her bodyguard. One of the first people they meet in this season is Salem, which is a shopkeeper that is one of the first people to try to establish contact with both vampire and human customers in the open. They’ll help him out with some endeavour, and he’ll be recurring to help them out with the other stories in return.

They second character they meet is Melina, which is Irvine’s 12(?) year old daughter. Now that vampires are known to the public, slayers have been converted into more or less of a police force for vampires, with some still acting as kill-all cults dealing with the public backlash from being so. Irvine isn’t necessarily from a purely peaceful one, but he’s a bit more on the side of mercy towards non-criminals. However, after hearing that his daughter was taken by a tr*fficking ring run by vampires, he’s desperate to do anything to bring her back before she’s sold into slavery. Cue Mordecai and Charlie being in the area during Irvine’s growing desperation. He knows that Mordecai is an ex-criminal and knows the Underground like the back of his hand. He begs Mordecai to find his daughter and bring her back, and Charlie points out that what they’re doing became illegal a long time ago. She makes her partner agree to it, and they set off to find her.

It doesn’t take them long to find her, infiltrate, and call their own government to dismantle the whole thing. However, Irvine never agreed on the payment for saving his daughter. Melina was revealed in her auction to have an eye with the power to see spirits, which made her very valuable (or at least that’s what it is right now because I’m not sure yet, lol). Mordecai thinks this could be of value on their journey, as well as, what he tells Irvine, that Melina “will grow beautiful in a few years”, and he’d like to take her as his lover when she does. Charlie is furious at him, and Irvine begs him not to take his daughter, but Melina agrees to travel with them since they saved her, much to his disappointment. Before they leave, they at least agree to let Melina visit every so often, and she still communicates with her father from afar when able.

When they leave Irvine in his despair, Charlie gets onto Mordecai for his weird pedo shit, but he argues that he wouldn’t do anything to Melina until she was an adult. Charlie retorts that it’s not much better, but Mordecai says he mostly wanted to do it to spite a vampire hunter and prevent another. Melina eventually asks them to stop fighting, telling them that they shouldn’t argue like they are if they’re friends, to which they say that “friends” is a strong word. So Charlie agrees to take care of Melina so Mordecai won’t be creepy around her, and Mordecai actually ends up caring for Melina like a younger sister.

I don’t have a completely solid plotline for the rest of the story, outside of several time skips and a few different characters they’ll run into. One day, Mordecai will turn Melina, and they’ll have a conversation referring back to when they first met. Melina will have waited for a while for Mordecai to “claim’ her as his lover, as he said was the payment for saving her for her father, and he gets frustrated with his past words (for the first time, probably), and tells her that even if he did think that way back then, his views on her have changed, and she’s more like a sister. (And ofc, Melina feels nothing towards Mordecai more than maybe seeing him like a brother, just feels obligated to return his affection.) They’ll also kinda encourage each other to seek their own partners, and maybe drag them on the adventure with the trio, lol.

Some of the characters I plan to have them meet are either random ones from other stories, or ones I may have made from like dressup games and shit, lol. One of them is a blind slayer named Luuna, another is an extremist slayer named Rose Red. Then there’s Nox, who is some vampire that got tortured for one reason or another, but I don’t remember why, lol. There’s a few unnamed characters in there too, including Luuna’s (I think) nurse, some other slayer friend of hers, a vampirexhuman couple will show up briefly, with the human in the process of transitioning, and the vamp is waiting until the surgery is done and his partner is satisfied with their body before they’re frozen in time. Then there’s some other random crossover characters I may throw in, like Faina and Li from an old RP group, a reincarnation of Marin from another RP group, who is a vampire hunter, Micah and Elijah, a vampire couple from a little short story I wrote a while ago, Robin which is a vampire Youtuber (more or less) because that concept seems fucking hilarious to me, and “Lucia”, which is an alias for my one and only Kalila! I may add some other characters too who are world-travelers. Just depends on where the story goes and how much room I have to add people here and there.

And ofc, there will be timeskips to where we can see the gradual change in the peace efforts of vampires and humans, and any other creature if I so decide to add them, lol. Salem is a particular character that constantly has a target on his head.

Okay, I’ve hit a threshold of tired and I can’t finish this post, so here it be now ✨

#[ Familiar Faces Through the Storm ] #The Record of Mordecai #Mordecai Galea #not going to tag all the characters because...goodness

[genshinboys]

Thigh job with Genshin Boys - Xiao

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Fem reader x Xiao

When you enter your flat, a handsome but grumpy Yaksha is sitting cross-legged on your bed resting his chin in the palm of his small hand. He grimaces and shoots something that can be referred to as a death stare in your direction. 

Here we go again. You think to yourself as you close the door behind you.

„You are late.” He basically growls at you fixing you with another menacing glare.

„It’s nice to see you too, Baby.” You approach the sulking adeptus and lean in to kiss his forehead but, alas, he backs away and frowns in turn.

„Oh, no kisses then?” A smile on your face but a sneer in your voice makes his blood boil.

It is like a match in a powder barrel.

„Don’t play dumb with me, Y/N!” He warns. „I know all of your cheap tricks.”

You let out an annoyed huff. Arms crossed on your chest.

„Why would you even ask when I saw you following me all the damn time, hmm?” You accuse your boyfriend, gazing right into Xiao's averting eyes.

„I wasn’t follow-,” and then he goes silent knowing fully well that lying isn’t an option with you.

„So?” You nag, hoping for any kind of response. „No need to be this jealous, Xiao.”

„Don’t get weird ideas in your head.” The boy deadpans. „I’m not jealous!” He defends himself but it doesn’t sound convincing enough even for his own ears. He blushes and turns his head away.

You let out a sigh and smile warmly at your boyfriend’s pettiness.

Does he even realise how cute he is? You briefly wonder and then you reach for his silky hair and ruffle it affectionately.

It’s been a taxing, full of ups and downs journey since you met the haunted by karmic debt Yaksha. At first, he didn’t even acknowledge your presence. You were just another bothersome individual and he could not care less about your existence. It was unnerving. He was snarky, seething with rage for no reason, hiding his feelings for so long that it seemed to you that they were going to explode inside of him one day leading to his utter despair and demise. You got to know about his past and the weight of his karmic debt from Zhongli. You took pity. Somehow you felt compelled to help the boy, regardless of his repulsive demeanour. The golden-eyed Yaksha was of a different opinion, though. 

Xiao didn’t want you to get close to him. He couldn’t make any sense of your stubbornness. Why would you even want to have anything to do with him? Him? 

A barbaric monster, eaten up alive by remorse and regret. 

A blood-thirsty fiend whose sole purpose of breathing is to slaughter and spread fear wherever he shows his face. 

These were the thoughts so deeply engraved in his unfortunate soul that he couldn’t allow anyone to come near him.

He perceived himself as a hollow, barren of any human emotions vessel. The only feelings he was familiar with were pain and the burden of his legacy that he is forced to carry up to this day.

Bizarrely, as time had passed he was taken aback by some unfamiliar sensation of tightness in his chest. It wasn’t painful. Nothing that would come close to the distress caused by the divine will. It wasn’t permanent, either. It only happened in your presence, as Yaksha would hesitantly observe. Sometimes it got even worse. It would be accompanied by this fluttery feeling in the pit of his stomach. 

„Why are you this close? Huh? Do you have a death wish?”

„Move, I don’t have time to sit around and be idle like you do.”

„You have no respect for the adepti. Stop fooling around.” 

The more he pushed you away the more you were determined to lure him in. You couldn’t stop laughing when one day Zhongli informed you that the troubled Yaksha came to him to seek advice regarding this weird tightness in his chest and an upset stomach when you were around. 

And so, you smile fondly at your boyfriend as he yanks your hand away not liking the way you tousle the emerald green strands.

„I’m sorry XIao. I didn’t mean to be late. Just wanted to buy some jewellery.” You point to your thigh to get the adeptus’ attention back where it should be, which is you, not the wall.

Xiao glances at your thigh doing his best to remain impassive and uninterested. Unfortunately, his eyes widen a little and his mouth is somehow stuck hanging open as if he were to say something but the words never come out.

„You saw me bargaining with the shopkeeper, nothing wrong about that, right?” You explain to the adeptus currently captivated by the glimmering golden chain adorning your thigh.

Xiao has a lot to learn when it comes to dealing with his own emotions. You are acutely aware of that. He doesn’t know how to react, how to show that he cares or process what he feels. He doesn’t also entirely understand the purpose of half of the things that you insist on doing to him. Playful bites, tickling, holding his hand in public. He doesn’t question these actions even though it’s all a novelty. He does know for sure that it makes him feel flustered and all hot inside. 

Does he despise it? No. 

Would he like for you to continue? The answer to that question is definitely affirmative but Xiao is not going to admit it out loud. 

He also has no clue how to initiate all of these things. Is he supposed to bite you back as well? What if he hurts you? Everything is so overwhelming as he’s endured years of solitude and sadness. You have to patiently teach him everything from square one. Nevertheless, it’s incredibly rewarding and you find yourself falling for him a bit more with each clumsy kiss, a shy but warm hug and an awkward attempt at complimenting you.

However, despite being not well-versed in sexual encounters, Xiao does pleasantly surprise you by catching up with everything real quick. 

So, as his eyes are fixated on the trinket, you once again run your hand through his lush and long hair.

„Why would you even buy it? Pointless.” The boy retorts grumpily this time showing no signs of objection to your tender gesture. He moves his head up a little, losing himself to the tingling sensation going down his scalp.

„So that you can stare at me like that with those needy eyes?” You answer truthfully, barring the real intent behind your actions.

He snorts and his face turns into that lovely shade of pink and then deep red within seconds.

He would absolutely turn his gaze away if not for the fact that you take his chin in your hand and thrust his face upwards forcing him to look you straight in the eyes.

„If you don’t like it you can take it off.”

„No need.” 

You chuckle softly.

„Let me make amends for my delay.” 

You take a step forward and place your knee on the verge of the bed. Xiao drinks in the view of your thigh-highs squeezing into the meat of your legs. The chain shimmering lightly right above the lacy material.

„You can touch it, Baby.” You encourage the nervous Yaksha.

Visibly tensed, he reaches for the exposed skin and lightly traces the chain with his unsure fingers. It almost tickles but you let him do as he pleases and soon Xiao attempts to fully envelop your thigh with his greedy hand. He does cover half of it at best, but he seems satisfied and proceeds to squeeze it. It feels soft to the touch and he shivers at how warm and inviting your legs are in contrast to his icy-cold and sweaty palms. Bewitched, Xiao aches for more and he selfishly pulls you in so that you are now kneeling in front of him on the bed.

He stops breathing when you swiftly unbutton your shorts and undress for him. You let his eyes roam over your half-naked body for some time enthralled by the way Xiao’s pupils dilate in awe.

You lean into him as Xiao pulls you towards him for a messy kiss. It isn’t gentle as usual but full of passion and urgency. He whines when you bite on his lower lip but then you gently stroke him with your tongue to ease the discomfort.

Slowly, very very slowly, your hands go down his torso only to finally stop at the bulge in Xiao’s loose pants. You tug at the waistband and Xiao lifts his ass a bit to help you strip him naked. His penis, hard and heavy, resting now on his lower belly. He hisses when you palm his hard erection and that simple touch sends jolts of electricity down his spine. It leaves him intoxicated once you start gliding with the heel of your palm up and down the underside of his member. You repeat the movement and Xiao’s body jerks in response.

„Don’t tease.” The adeptus pleads through gritted teeth.

„I’m so sorry, Baby. Gonna make you feel real good.”

Xiao can feel himself growing impossibly harder when you place your feet on either side of his hips. When he looks down he can see your wet folds and the pinkish colour of your tight hole. Lying on your back, you prop yourself on your elbows so that you can look at Xiao’s face in the process. You scoot a bit closer to the confused boy, your bum is right in front of his erected shaft. You take his cock in your hand and guide him in between your thighs. In the beginning, you try to be delicate. You gently rub the tip of his cock, circle his shaft with your fingers and with a fisted hand spread his pre-cum all the way down to his pubic hair so that he is thoroughly lubricated. You wouldn’t like to hurt the boy during the whole ordeal. 

His breath is shallow. Excitedly, you clasp your thighs together and start playing with his dick. You rotate your hips and massage his cock. It slides in and out and Xiao growls feeling ecstatic. You exchange between rubbing him with your thighs or gliding your hand along his cock, starting at the very top and working your way down to the bottom until Xiao can’t stifle his cries anymore. A few more strokes and he is definitely going to beg. 

Xiao is on fire. It feels too good to be true and he wants this moment to last forever. He licks his dry lips and moans wantonly thrusting his hips forward. He meets you mid-way and the friction it creates every time he pushes his dick in between your legs leaves him gasping.

„You’re making me cum, Y/N.” He cries out for the last time before it is too late to warn you.

„Then cum for me, Baby.” 

Obediently, Xiao shoots his thick and heavy load all over your lower body. For a moment the world around him seems out of focus and it makes him dizzy. He pants heavily and can’t catch his breath. He feels as if he was drowning. But then, your loving arms envelop him and he is safe again. You gently stroke his chest hugging him from behind. He melts in your embrace letting his head rest on your shoulder. His erratic heartbeat slowly going back to its usual rhythm.

„I think it looks pretty on you.”

„Hmm?” You want the boy to clarify what he meant.

„The chain... Looks pretty.”

„Oh.” 

Shakily, he reaches out to put your hand into his and he squeezes them together. 

„I’ll never let you lose yourself again, XIao. I love you and I will protect you forever.”

Xiao recognizes the familiar feeling of tightness in his chest. A single tear rolls down his cheek but he hurriedly wipes it before you can notice.

„Shut up.” The boy responds angrily and kisses you breathless. 

Other boys:

Albedo

Diluc

Kaeya

Childe

Zhongli

Kazuha

#xiao #xiao smut #xiao headcanons #xiao scenarios #xiao reader #xiao x reader #xiao you #xiao x you #xiao imagines #xiao drabbles #xiao genshin impact #genshin scenarios #genshin smut #genshin headcanons #genshin drabbles #genshin imagines

[kroliakoganeing-archive-blog]

do you ever just... hate someone just because they’re really annoying

#t. #lilac talks. #i hate... one of the shopkeepers that work @ the shop where i live #bc he's just such a dick for no damn reason #also once when my card got declined; he was like ''oh it didnt go through. when it does that it doesnt go through'' #YEAH ASSHOLE I CAN READ #FUCK OFF #WHO THE /FUCK/ DO YOU THINK I AM

[stratiotis-nth]

Ever since Cas came back and turned human, it would seem he’s stopped giving a shit about literally everything. When Dean noticed this new aspect of Cas’ colorful personality, he had made himself paranoid that Cas would suddenly start flirting with him on the regular now that his big confession was out in the open.

So while Dean was scared shitless, he was confusingly disappointed when Cas didn’t do that at all.

No. The first thing the ex-angel did after surviving another encounter with death was start a Shotgun war with Sam.

And no, not the bang bang kinda shotgun.

“Shotgun!” Cas practically bellowed down the corridor as the three of them were getting ready to get dinner.

“That’s not fair, Cas! I’m in the bathroom!” Sam complained through the closed door. Cas ignored him completely as he strode past and ducked into the passenger seat of the Impala. Dean, who had been desperately trying to stay out of this war, just gave Cas a sideways smile.

“Y’know, the rules are you can’t call shotgun until you actually see the car, Cas.” He told him, his lips tugging up in amusement and…just happiness that Cas was close.

“Until Sam demands to implement this rule, I will abuse his ignorance.” Cas replied, smiling softly. Once again, every time Cas won the passenger seat, Dean wanted to ask what was with his sudden obsession with it. It wasn’t like Cas hadn’t been stubborn enough to claim it before he became human. He wondered what changed, why Cas suddenly cared about seating arrangements. But, as he had been doing ever since they got Cas back (again), Dean bit his tongue. He didn’t want to overwhelm the newly human with the tsunami of questions he had.

Sam griped the entire way to the diner, grumbling about being squished even though Dean knew there was more than enough space. Cas sat next to Dean, watching the trees amble by with a serene, totally unaffected smile on his face. Pleased as a pickle. Dean was fighting his own internal battle between his burning questions and undying amusement at Sam’s plight.

At the diner, Cas sat next to Dean. That much was hardly anything new. The two just naturally gravitated towards each other, and after Dean caught himself drifting mindlessly towards Cas more times than he could count, he stopped giving him grief about personal space.

Cas’ thigh brushed up against his almost the entire meal. Dean pretended not to notice, but internally, he was melting into a puddle of bi panic.

In the parking lot, Sam was quick to call shotgun when Cas got distracted by their waitress catching up to him and giving him her phone number. Dean was too busy bristling and snapping at Cas to hurry up to even notice Sam was sitting next to him.

Cas sulked the entire ride home, the waitress’ number stuffed into one of his pockets. Dean tried not to think that maybe Cas was saving her number for another time.

On Saturday, it was Dean’s turn to go on a food run. Sam was busy working a ghoul case with Eileen, so when Cas wanted to come along there was no yelling match over the front. He ducked into the passenger seat and just about blinded Dean’s poor weak heart with a smile that crinkled his nose.

They fought over eggs for about twenty minutes in the diary aisle. Dean win by threatening to give Sam exclusive access to shotgun. Cas relented with a glower that could have smote demons if he still had his grace.

Eventually, Sam did implement the rule about only calling shotgun with the car in sight, and as the weeks went by and Dean’s silent journey is self realization unfolded, the war at escalated. Now, neither of them could call shotgun without all three of them being in sights of the car. It had gotten bad enough that Sam and Cas waited impatiently for Dean in the garage, staring expectantly for him to round the corner so they could have their yelling match.

Cas nearly blew Dean’s eardrums out, bellowing “SHOTGUN!” loud enough to drown out Sam. He angrily opened his mouth to argue when his phone started ringing.

“It’s Eileen.” He said, his back snapping straight and immediately answering the video call. “Hey, what’s up?”

“Can you give me a ride?” Dean could hear Eileen’s voice over the tinny speakers. “My car broke down and the nearest shop is two hours away.”

“Where are you?”

“An hour away from you? It was supposed to be a surprise.”

Dean saw Sam’s face soften, the tension of worry falling away. He butted in, sticking his face in view of the camera so Eileen could read his lips.

“Just tow it here. I can patch your ride.” He said. “Sam can take the tow truck.”

“Are you sure?” Eileen asked.

“Course. ‘Sides, those guys won’t give you a fair price anyway.” Dean flapped his hand dismissively.

“Thanks, Dean.” Eileen beamed, and oh, Dean knew that smile. Mischievous and damnit, she had planned this from the start, hadn’t she? Just to get a free repair out of him. Dean squinted suspiciously at her, and Eileen just wiggled her eyebrows.

“Cas and I can pick up the curse box and meet you two back here in a few hours.” Dean said. He saw Cas immediately brighten, having secured the passenger seat.

Cas was looking particularly triumphant as they drove, his knees rocking back and forth in a content, mindless sort of way. Finally, Dean couldn’t hold back the question anymore.

He had done his work accepting the fact that he wasn’t as straight as he thought, that it wasn’t very heterosexual to stare at Cas’ lips or pop an awkward boner seeing him all cleaned up after Purgatory, or completely shutting down every time he died or getting all prickly when waitresses give him her phone number. He was gay for Cas, and he had just gotten around to accepting this. Cas said he loved him, right? so Dean shouldn’t be afraid or rejection or anything. Yeah, no he was terrified.

“Hey, Cas?”

“Yes, Dean?” He turned to him with that soft smile that Dean wanted all to himself.

“I gotta ask, man,” Dean chuckled a little awkwardly and kept his eyes firmly on the road. “Why are you so determined about sitting shotgun? You’ve never been before.”

“Ah.” Cas hummed, turning back to the road too. “I suppose now I have the freedom to pursue the things I want. Chuck is gone and my deal with the Empty is null in void. I have time to…focus my attentions on other things.”

“The things you want? What, you got a better view up here or something?”

“Well yes, the windshield does allow more viewing space.” Cas agreed. “But it’s not my main goal in doing all this.”

“Then…what is?”

“Dean.” Cas said in that ever patient, you’re-being-dumb-about-this voice. “I enjoy being up here because it allows me to be closer to you. You are the view I most admire, Dean. I’m always so helplessly drawn to you.”

Dean’s mouth had gone a little dry and his grip on the wheel was suddenly sweaty. The silence that fell was deafening. Cas didn’t even look concerned. He just sat there waiting the road as if he hadn’t just said something so…so…soft to Dean.

Helplessly drawn. Like Cas couldn’t bear being away from him. Like Dean was this perfect, magnetic thing that Cas was enchanted by, something worth having around.

With a jerk of the wheel, Dean was pulling over on the side of the empty highway in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. He threw Baby into park before twisting around and staring at Cas.

He didn’t even look vaguely concerned, the fucker. He just gave Dean a patient look.

Dean opened his mouth, and closed it. Did it again, ready to tell Cas everything. Snapped his jaw shut.

Cas watched in cool amusement. Dean felt his cheeks get hot.

“Screw this.” He grumbled to himself, before lunging across the bench, grabbing Cas’ face with both hands, and kissing him square on the lips.

He felt Cas freeze for a moment, probably in total shock, before he started moving.

Dean nearly choked on a gasp as the chapped, warm lips started pushing and devouring, Cas was suddenly the one taking charge, shoving Dean back against his window as he clambered across the seats to get on top of him.

Twelve years of pent up emotions came crashing out in a sudden burst of unstoppable passion. And as soon as it started, it seemed to have stopped. They both were panting, Dean’s jeans were tight and his entire body screamed to have Cas against him again. But Cas had made to move away, putting space between him as he looked at Dean with wide eyes.

He didn’t get very far. Dean grabbed ahold of his jacket lapels and held on tight with an iron grip, keeping Cas hovering inches above him, basically sharing air.

“Wanna hear a secret?” He whispered between heavy breathes. Cas just blinked at him. “I’ve always rooted for you getting shotgun.”

Cas’ kiss swollen lips split into a dazzling smile, and he rewarded Dean with another intense make out session. When they pulled away, Dean found the words spilling out of his mouth.

“I love you too, Cas. You can have me. God, you have had me, for years you have. Can’t believe it took me so long, I’m sorry I made you think you couldn’t have me, I’m sorry it took me so long—“

Cas shut him up with another kiss, and Dean’s ramble faded into a helpless whimper that too was swallowed up by Cas.

“Does this mean I get exclusive shotgun privileges?” Cas asked a few hours later than they finally took the curse box off the poor shopkeeper’s hands. They had arrived nearly an hour late, not that Dean (or his dick for that matter) particularly cared.

“Honestly? Play it up to Sam and he might let you get away with it for a while.” Dean chuckled. Without even thinking too hard about it, his free hand slithered over the bench, grabbing Cas’ and entwining their fingers. Something so small and simple, yet made Dean light up like a sun.

If Cas didn’t manage to convince Sam, Dean sure as hell would.

#supernatural #spn cast #dean winchester #spn #destiel #cas #castiel #casdean #dean is bi #jensen ackles #and fluffier #destiel fluff #destiel comfort #destiel confession #spn fanfiction #spn ficlet #destiel fanfic #fanfic #ficlet #sam winchester #will be extending this into a semi long fic on AO3

[mycrofts-gunbrella]

Favourite Experiment- Sherlock Holmes x Reader (Part 5)

Wordcount- 2.6k

"Come as a pair now, do you? John been sacked off?" Greg Lestrade spoke as you ducked under the police tape.

"Sherlock decided the prettier Watson looked better when the press snap pics for the papers; now tell me, do I capture the moonlight more on the left or right of my face?" You turned your head as you spoke, waltzing over to the front of the building.

"Highly inappropriate to be joking while a man lay dead, Y/N.." Sherlock tutted, shaking his head in feigned disappointment. "And the answer is your left- nicer eyebrow."

"Well consider my right eyebrow utterly offended, Mr Holmes.. A fine one to talk, too, considering your own."

"Utter rubbish, my eyebrows are perfectly symmetrical. And for shape and size they're identical."

"Precisely. Brows are meant to be sisters, not twins."

"Well-"

"When the two of you have finished your lover's tiff, a hand catching a killer would be lovely. Ta." Greg cut in, rolling his eyes hard enough his head lulled back, and headed into the pharmacy.

"Come along, Sherlock. We can pluck each other's eyebrows and paint our nails later, promise!" You gripped his sleeve and dragged.

"Insufferable."

"Oh you are a darling." Inside the little shop was nothing out of the ordinary (well, save the bloodied up shelves and corpse): no thrown shelves, no stolen items, no building damage.. "At least they were considerate." Lestrade frowned and looked back to the body of a man behind the counter. ".. Marginally consider- .. they didn't knick anything." Sherlock hummed in agreement, dramatically vaulting the till rather than just lifting the latch of the counter.

"Nothing except every bit of cash in the till.. Even took the pennies."

"And that means what, exactly? We ask around the area to see if somebody's been buying stuff with shrapnel? Check banks for people handing in a bag of coppers?" Lestrade's voice laced with sarcasm at Sherlock's meagre deductions. Gregory Lestrade didn't need the help of Sherlock Holmes to note that cash was stolen in the act of armed robbery, thank you very much.

"You do astound me, Graham, at how you rose to such a senior position- your way of catching criminals is appalling." Greg was about to speak up- whether it was to point out his sarcasm, the wrongness of his name, or to call Sherlock a dick, you didn't know- when Sherlock continued talking again. "So far, so bored. Why am I here? What haven't you told me?"

"Well if you'd given me a bloody chance to get a word in edgeways.." Lestrade rubbed his brow with his thumb and forefinger- record timing for a Holmesian Headache, you reckon. "Here we have Michael Chatterley, 64 years old, local chemist. Police were called to the scene after the sound of gunfire half an hour before the shop closed. CCTV was minimal." He nodded towards the laptop resting on a small table that housed multi-packs of mentos and Chupa Chups lollies- the English pharmacy staple. The footage was shown at the view of a camera from above the front door. Initially there was no sign of the suspect, the shop being entirely empty excluding Chatterley. With footage sped up, a minute or so in, a figure walks into the building, back to the camera. All that is seen is Chatterley smiling and beginning to talk to the figure before all goes black.

"This is the only footage? One camera?"

"It's a small shop, independent rather than chain. Been here since I was a kid and never had any trouble; if anything, I'm surprised there was a camera at all." Greg continued.

"But still, one camera? In London? And in the one spot where you can see nobody but the shopkeeper until somebody leaves? It's like people want to make life more difficult for themselves.. and for me." Sherlock moaned. "Still, this thirty seconds is enough to tell us two important things. Number one, the killer and Chatterley knew each other. Number two, there are two killers.. Don't look dumb, Lestrade. Surely you didn't think the CCTV magically stopped working out of the killer's luck."

"Could be a timer. Suspect knows the building well, sets a timer for the cameras to shut off at the right moment." Sherlock gave Greg a 'don't be a bloody idiot' glare that shut the DI up.

"And now for a reasonable explanation?" Holmes looked at you and you cracked your knuckles for emphasis as you went back to the body.

"The security system was weak and cheap, literally a tiny box outside of the building on the upper wall- I spotted it when we walked in, clearly been tampered with. Closed off area, no other important buildings around means no outside security footage either- leaving this place the perfect spot for a robbery. One person outside disarming the cameras while the other goes in and distracts the victim. Chatterley's reaction to the suspect was fond rather than polite- he knew them by name, so I'd wager a regular customer."

"Not a friend?"

"Not a friend. Watch his face in the footage, he smiles and talks to the person who walks in. It's a regular occurence, a practiced one by business owners to appear fond and friendly, but not attached. Had it been a friend, the victim would have a reaction akin to surprise, which clearly isn't evident.." You spoke, readying to answer Greg's next question before it left his lips. "Why 'surprise'? Indents of Chatterley's pockets show car keys- he's not local to the area and has to travel in. Too far away for the tube but he loves his shop and doesn't care about the journey to reach it. Houses in the local area, a bunch of flats, but why would Chatterley have friends in a location so far from his own and in an entirely different wealth divide? His shoes are a top brand, tan line on his wrist shows a watch was also stolen- clearly expensive. That's how else to know Chatterley is an outsider. Estates are small, an 'everybody knows everybody' area, so why would you risk killing a man that could be attached to the community? Answer is, you don't."

"And how does that help us?" Greg was scribbling notes onto a page.

"It doesn't. But it means you can cross Chatterley's poor wife and son off your list of bloody suspects since that's always a favourite of yours." He tried to give you an 'I knew that already' look but quickly gave up in favour of ripping out and screwing up a page a couple back from the one he was writing on.

"Of course I could have told you all of that already. Just ensuring that Y/N is a worthy apprentice." Sherlock mumbled, pulling out his little magnifying glass and scanning the hands of the corpse. "Black ink, clearly from today. I don't recall seeing him writing on the video." Sherlock stood hastily, scanning the floor, shelves and tables. "Paper, look for paper. There's got to be some somewhere." While Sherlock and Lestrade began to frantically search the area, you rolled your eyes and reached into the corpse's jacket pocket, producing a ripped receipt with numbers on the back.

"Sherlock, you're slacking." You called, waving the piece of paper in the air until it was snatched from your fingertips.

"Numbers? What numbers?" Greg asked, wandering over to you in hopes of a nicer response than Sherlock would give. "So, what? We've got a dead body of a man who lives nowhere near here, has no friends and wants to replace Carol Vorderman on Countdown?" He joked.

"Rachel Riley did that a while ago, actually." You quipped.

"Did she? I've not really bothered watching telly like that for a bit. Only the odd movie now and then with a, uh.. Mate of mine."

"Film noir, is it?" You winked, Greg's cheeks flushed a little.

"Yeah, actually.. How did you-?"

"Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, and he walked into yours?" You twisted the famous Casablanca line and grinned. Sherlock was clearly in the dark about his brother's romantic life (or he just didn't care.. or both) but you couldn't help tease Greg a little with a reference that would go over the younger Holmes' head. "I'm smarter than that one." You pointed at Sherlock who had no cares in the world other than his little slip of paper.

"Yeah and you're stuck with him, I reckon. At least I got the better one. John's got himself some freedom now, though it's buggered my support group. Might just have to extend it to you. We've not known each other long but any Holmesian associates need a shoulder." You raised a brow as he took your phone and put in his number. "Life in close contact with a Holmes, it can be a pain in the arse. A 'running away even though I'm an adult just because you've been overly inconsiderate' pain in the arse. You get my sofa, I get yours and the host buys the one with the sore arse a pint." You smirked and opened your mouth to speak but he cut you off. "If that's going to be a 'sore arse' joke you can bugger off because John did it already." You closed your mouth and instead offered a hand to shake. Greg took it.

"Louie, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

"Offer is retracted if you continue quoting Casablanca. I have enough of that in my life already."

"If the two of you are quite done, I've worked it out." The pair of you walked round to Sherlock and hovered over his shoulder to look at the page. "Dead ones are always so clever." His fingers traced a line beneath the numbers as he spoke. "It's a code, of sorts. One Chatterley wanted us to know but one that wouldn't be as obvious as writing names in case it was found while he was being robbed. Look at the numbers again." You did.

19-85-39/28-27-57-16/1

"Very cliche, given his occupation, but simple enough." Sherlock spoke before he began to reel them off by number. "19-Potassium, 85- Astatine, 39- Yttrium." You caught on.

"Oh, Sherlock, you clever bastard." You grabbed a pen off the side and began to mark the abbreviations of the periodic elements as they were written down, the first revealing K/At/Y. "Next gives us Nitrogen, Cobalt, Lanthanum and Sulfur so.. Ni/Co/La/S.. The last gives us Hydrogen for H." You looked at the paper again. "Married couple, in here often enough to pick up prescriptions that the victim remembered their names. Check the records for any variations of the names Katy and Nicolas, surname beginning with H. Oh I love it when they're clever."

With the case now back into the hands of NSY, Sherlock and yourself hailed a cab to get home.

"I have to admit that I'm a little impressed at how quickly you picked up the elements thing." You said, nudging your elbow into Sherlock's arm to grab his attention. "Of course, I'd have picked that up immediately had you not taken the paper from my hand." His drawn 'obvisly' in response paired with a smirk. You looked at the screen of your phone: 20:34. "Though the night is young and I feel we should have a little celebration."

"I don't care for drinking, nor the social situation in which it is done."

"Neither do I. Got any board games? Scrabble? Monopoly?"

"Cluedo."

"I'll kick your arse."

"Rubbish."

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Shifting to sit cross-legged rather than kneeling on the carpet, you rested your fist under your chin as you worked out the next move. The sound of 221B's door opening cut your train of thought and you rolled your eyes.

"Y/N? Sherlo- what the hell are you still doing up?" John's voice sounded in the room and you put your hands over your ears to shield them from it.

"Hush, John. Thinking." Though your brother paid no attention to your words and sat on the floor between you and Sherlock.

"Oh for God sake, is this Cluedo? Sherlock, you know this has been banned. I binned it months ago."

"Mycroft bought it at our last chat."

"Of course he did, brilliant. How long have you been at this now then?"

"Mmm, that depends. What's the time?" You gave up your attempt of focusing to focus on entertaining your brother for 5 minutes.

"It's half two in the bloody morning. I finished work, went out to dinner with.. somebody.. who failed to tell me she had a peanut allergy and I've been up at the sodding hospital for the last three hours while she gets pumped full of adrenaline for anaphylaxis!"

"Is she okay?"

"Yeah she's fine now bu-" John was cut off at the sound of you and Sherlock laughing. "It's hardly funny, is it? Meet her because she's got an earache and end up nearly killing her!"

"That's karma for breaking code and dating a patient, dear brother." You managed between breaths.

"Seriously, she took one bite of her curry and she couldn't breathe. Her face went all puffy and she'd left her epipen at home and-" John started to laugh with you. "No, you're terrible influences. I shouldn't laugh, I'm a doctor for crying out loud!" You twisted your body to click your back and stretched.

"Fancy a tea to wash away your guilt?"

"No. I'm going to go to bed and have a good, hard think about the consequences of my actions." John grinned, readying to stand.

"Don't want to help with Cluedo then?"

"Normal Cluedo? Yes." He pushed through the pile of handwritten cards and held a few up to read. "Cluedo where you've added extra locations, weapons and people? No. Playing with the pair of you? Certainly not."

"But, John, the original game is ridiculous and unrealistic." Sherlock added.

"Sherlock, you've added Mycroft's umbrella as a weapon."

"It has a sword AND a gun in it!" Yours and Sherlock's voice shouted as though John was the one being ridiculous.

"Yep, definitely not playing. I've got the next week off so I'll see you in the morning.. Well, later in the morning." John rounded to press a kiss to the side of your head and left the room. You walked back into the front room, two steaming mugs in hand and sat down.

"Right, now where were we?"

"Are you sure you're not tired yet?" Sherlock asked, looking at the coffee in your hand as the clear substitute for tonight's rest.

"Nah, I've had a comfortable couple nights. I'm good to go til Thursday I reckon." You answered, peering back over your cards. You looked back at the lanky man when you felt his eyes burning into your skull. "Honestly, I'm okay. But look at you getting all caring and considerate! I'm honoured." You waved your hand as a means of bowing. "Or is this just your way of trying to get rid of me?"

"No." Sherlock's answer cut before you could finish your question and you smiled.

"Such a sweetheart to be enjoying my company. Consider me flattered."

"Don't be. You're simply.. tolerable.. enough to occupy my usual free time."

"That's a win in my book, Holmes." You winked at him and looked back at the board, just missing the light dust of pink that spread over his cheekbones.

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