#he loved fishing. until he moved on to golf.

[felixstudios]

Random Corporate Clash Headcanons, Playing Corporate Clash Edition

Let's ignore how long it's been since I made these, okay? And ignore the massive 4th wall breaking

ALSO special appearance from some mgrs I normally wouldn't write for

Duck Shuffler

🎰He doesn't really know how to strategize, so he picks random stuff and hopes for the best

🎰Absolutely LOVES the trolley

🎰Loves to talk to basically anyone he comes across and try to make friends with them

🎰Often gets indecisive about what to do next, so he spins his slots to decide

Prethinker

🧠Okay, usually his intelligence is laughable and fun to make fun of, but this guy is a professional no life. He knows EVERYTHING about the game

🧠Tries to reach 150 laff as soon as possible and has absolutely ZERO fun with the game

🧠 Doesn't make friends and only talks if he's giving out battle strategies, which is... basically every round of battle even if it's just a 2 story building in Barnacle Boatyard

🧠He's kinda elitist, too

Derrick Man

🛢️Doesn't really play that often since he's not a gamer

🛢️I can't ever imagine him getting much further than The Brrrgh cause he just. DOESN'T PLAY.

🛢️Despite his inexperience and infrequently logging in, he's actually pretty decent at the game

🛢️Collects manager rewards and hoards them. He needs them all

Deep Diver

🫧He's the kind of person to not leave Toontown Central until he's maxed all of his activities, has overpowered gags, and also started a club that's now at level 100 and has like 50 members

🫧Very slow and methodical with her gameplay- she explores every little nook and cranny before moving on. Has all racing, golfing, and fishing trophies kinda thing. Gets all achievements kinda thing

🫧Loves to set up in battles and take his time with them. Yes, he will struggle a lot with Pacesetter

🫧She LOVES fishing, by the way

Rainmaker

⛈️Doesn't really enjoy combat very much and prefers to play Toono and such

⛈️Also really likes the trolley and makes tons of trolley groups

⛈️Wouldn't progress much further than Mezzo Melodyland, probably

⛈️Tries to make friends, but others tend to find her annoying or even rude so she doesn't make very many

Land Acquisition Architect

🚦Tries to get some friends together to play with him

🚦Behind the screen, he is absolutely having a temper tantrum over EVERYTHING. Be it a gag missing or someone doing a less optimal play, he's screaming

🚦But in the game he's like SUPER DUPER NICE and makes no outward show of how angry he actually is

🚦If you befriend him, you're getting constant invites to like everything he does

Gatekeeper

⚔️Tries to max in the most efficient way possible

⚔️Will try to show off all her boss loot, but of course only in stylish ways

⚔️Kind of an elitist, definitely pretty rude

⚔️Likes to sit out of bounds doing nothing. Alternatively, she sits in front of the CFO doors or in DDL doing nothing just to show off her TTR elitist roots

Witch Hunter

🔱He says he wouldn't play such a childish game and says he's just gonna uninstall it

🔱Five minutes later he's in an OCLO. Also, he has 150 laff so clearly it's not too childish for him

🔱He's an elitist

🔱Would 100% quad Toon and try to act like they're not his alts, even going as far as giving them their own "typing quirks" and having fake conversations

Public Relations Representative

🧱Can't really use SpeedChat+ effectively since he glitches around and makes lots of typos

🧱Frequent misclicks and missteps

🧱Will not survive OCLO or Pacesetter very often

🧱Surprisingly loves to play the game and accidentally no lifes to 150 laff

Bellringer

🔔Loves to destroy Cogs with perfect damage whenever possible, for some reason

🔔His estate would be VERY cozy, which is honestly a huge feat considering its current in-game state makes it... very lonely and desolate by nature

🔔Super fashionable Toon, but he's also a little modest with his outfits

🔔He's ALWAYS gossiping in at least 3 people's whispers at any given point in time

Multislacker

🥪Is usually too lazy to push buttons himself, so he watches someone else play his Toon most of the time

🥪He is 100% never doing a Pacesetter himself

🥪Whenever he DOES play, it's usually easier boss fights and things that don't require much user input

🥪Sometimes gets enough motivation to play with his dad

Vice President

💡Started playing the game because he noticed his son really seemed to like it and he wanted to spend time with Cathal

💡At first, he doesn't really see the appeal of the game. But once he finds out there's a lot of strategy involved, he decides it's "like trying to find that perfect sales pitch!" and keeps playing out of personal interest

💡He'd apply to the Clash team to manage their social media accounts

💡He'd try to convince his coworkers to try out the game

Mouthpiece

☎️She doesn't really get the appeal of the game, but she'll play it anyways because her grandchildren wanted her to play with them

☎️Literally just does whatever her grandchildren wanna do

☎️She'll max her Toon... eventually

☎️She doesn't fully grasp battle strategies, but she knows enough to get by

Major Player

🎹Constantly suggesting things to be added to the allowlist so he can say ridiculous stuff {i.e. he was probably the one who wanted skibidi to be added... yes this is actually something you can say in the game}

🎹This guy would be the kind to accidentally time out in battle because he was typing a long message

🎹If you whisper to him, good luck getting him to whisper back. He... will probably forget to respond

🎹Constantly saving his teammates with PREFECTLY timed unites

Chief Financial Officer

💵Plays because Allan convinced him to do it

💵Surprisingly, he finds it enjoyable right off the bat. He especially likes battles

💵He feels a bit alienated since he's the only one who seems to find it weird and creepy that he can fight against himself in the game, so he just doesn't mention it to anyone else

💵He will have like 148 laff and the last 2 laff boosts he'll need will be his Cashbot suit LOL

Firestarter

🔥Mostly only plays because Graham wanted him to

🔥Wants to take his time with everything and try to actually figure out how to strategize, but he's usually too soft spoken to ask questions to anyone but Graham {who gives vague answers because he doesn't really know how to strategize}

🔥But if he makes a friend... TONS of badmouthing others in whispers happens. Much shade will be thrown and more tea will be spilled than was spilled in the Boston Tea Party

🔥Once he finally figures out how to play the game, oh you bet he's gonna use it to secretly make fun of others who don't know how to play. He knows he was once just like them, but he doesn't care

Plutocrat

🌑He makes his satellite investors play with him so he doesn't have to wait for groups

🌑Also bosses them around from what gags they need to bring to what everyone's outfits look like {they all match and they're all in a club together}

🌑Because of all the help, he reaches 150 really fast

🌑Only helps his investors if it benefits him as well and doesn't really play with many other people

Chief Legal Officer

📚Plays because Allan suggested it to her

📚Is SUPER detail-oriented with her gameplay, so she always knows if she's in kill range. Also, she's very good at assessing the best strategy to use

📚Very no nonsense type of Cog, so she doesn't really do anything unless it's to advance in the game somehow

📚Has like 500 of each type of unite, like 7K C&Ds, 3K pink slips....

Treekiller

🪵Genuinely finds it VERY fun to destroy Cogs

🪵He'll convince Chip to play with him

🪵Don't think he'd ever max, but he'd get close. Like... 130-140 laff kind of close

🪵Loves to spam rewards in boss fights

Chainsaw Consultant

🪚Only plays the game because Spruce wanted him to

🪚Although he won't say anything in the game about it, he gets pretty mad when people make bad choices in battle

🪚Usually plays with music turned off and sound effects still on, which many others have told him is very eerie

🪚Doesn't seem to enjoy battles very much, but he won't outwardly admit that

Chief Executive Officer

⛳Plays because Allan suggested it to him

⛳I don't think I'm surprising anyone when I tell you that the first thing he's doing is maxing golf. He'd be scary good at it too, like he'd get a perfect 9 in the hole kit and kaboodle

⛳Doesn't actually get very far in the game since the rest isn't all that interesting to him

⛳He finds it... interesting how C.O.G.S., Inc. is portrayed in the game.

Featherbedder

💤Tends to prefer shorter playing sessions

💤Makes slow progress over the course of years

💤Also hangs out with friends quite often

💤Falls asleep at the keyboard... a lot. Like, a lot. It's just a known thing they do

Pacesetter

👟Tries to basically speedrun the entire game

👟If he goes sad {which will be a lot since he's so under leveled}, he will blame it on anything but his own fault

👟Once he unlocks his own fight, he will spam it over and over. He's... not really sure what to think when he goes sad to himself. Did he win, or did he... lose? Is he awesome, or...? Okay, yeah, thinking about that is stupid and for losers

👟Shows off all his manager loot in a way HE thinks looks good. Whether or not it actually does... I'll leave for you to decide

Chief Operating Officer

📋Seems to genuinely enjoy playing the game

📋Doesn't really have many friends and tends to multitoon so he's "less burdensome" sometimes

📋He'd 100% apply for Clash support team {whether or not he gets in I'll let you decide} because he'd just like the game that much

📋SUPER kind and always willing to help other people out

Scapegoat

🐐He's the one who suggested the entire Litigation Team play it

🐐He's either REALLY pissed off or super calm about battles with no in-between

🐐Tends to make a lot of... less optimal choices in battle or needs to be told what to do. He just struggles a little with strategy sometimes

🐐100% he spams forges in like every fight so he can do more damage with that extra level 8. Oh, he also loves to set up with IOUs and uses a lot of those too

Case Manager

💼You'll think this guy is muted because he won't use SpeedChat+ like, ever. I mean, he doesn't really use SpeedChat either, but he at least USES it.

💼Has gags set up to play more of a supportive role in battle, always tries to pick gags last, and generally has a somewhat more passive play style

💼He does communicate a decent amount with stickers, surprisingly

💼Already has a maxed Toon and is just working on his alt

Stenographer

⌨️She would play on any control scheme EXCEPT a QWERTY keyboard {or even AZERTY, Colemark, Dvorak... basically any common layout}. I feel like she'd be pretty much allergic to it lol. And yes, she does think she's better than you for it. [Author's note: I use Dvorak on my phone and my only advice is don't.]

⌨️She's the kind of person to talk on and on and on and on and... oh my Cog how is she typing this essay so fast anyways?!

⌨️During segments like the final OCLO round, she ABSOLUTELY sweats it with like pixel perfect movements. And if she had a mic, you would hear intense keyboard pressing {or whatever she's using to control her Toon}

⌨️A little rude sometimes, but she's USUALLY pretty nice. Oh, and if you befriend her then she gossips a lot

Litigator

🐊He's an elitist LOL

🐊He would get soooooo mad and start cussing people out over one "mistake" and also be the kinda person to straight up leave a boss fight because of an argument

🐊Sorry, but I genuinely cannot see this guy being fun to play with

🐊Also I feel like he'd have a super old YouTube channel from TTO days of him greening people

[weaponsdrawn]

Janet is a wolf in sheep’s clothing she’s a wolf dog who wears fleece and wool and is silllaaaay I love her. She’s very tall and lean and kind of has an acrobat build. Long straight black hair but she has a short fleece wig that looks like a sheep’s coat.

Jewel is a loan shark and she’s funny too. More of a quiet bruiser/bouncer she’s muscular and strong and determined. A bit stubborn and easy to goad into the occasional mishap but means well! She’s like. A butch who’s shy and doesn’t ask for extra ketchup.

Judy is like a needle nose fish to me. She’s a funny fish thing and the straight man to the others and I love her. Has gills on her neck and waist but capable of breathing air as long as the gills are covered.

Jennifer is a Siamese cat bc secnyatery. She and Saul should be mlm/wlw solidarity in being funny and annoying together. Repeatedly faking engagements to get desert at restaurants and whatnot. It’s funny to them!

Jason is like. Ok so you know vita carnis yeah he’s like that. Creepy thing that’s like a mix between cog and creature. Kind of made of meat. Arguable if the skelecog is hollow.

He got his golf club confiscated by Craig bc he and the club president would hit each other with them (club President got theirs taken too) and he says “ok well. I wasn’t gonna eat it I just wanted to hit them until they stopped moving.” As if it’s a normal response.

Sometimes he offers to play a friendly game with toons out on the back nine at night. Yeah uhm. Nobody’s won. Except Gil but that one’s a secret shhhh.

JANET BEING A WOLF IN SHEEPS CLOTHING BUT LITERALLY IS SO FUCKIGN GOOD . FLEECE WEARER. THAT JJUST MAKES ME THINK OF GAYLE IN T HE BEST WAY .AGARUAGh. BUTCH JEWEL. SOBBING SO LOUDLY ON THE FLOOR. THATS LITERALLT THE BSEST EVER . THE FACT THAT SHE GETS INTO MISHAPS AND SHES LIKE THE STRONG STUBBORN YET SHY TYPE IF THAT MAKES SENSE AND WIAIWAGIAGIWAG. JUDY BEING A FISH IS AWESOME. TWO FISH IN THE LAWBOT DEPARTMENT. AND ALSO THE STRAIGHT MAN SO TRUE. AND JENNIFER AND SAUL DOING FAKE PROPSALS TO GET FREE DESERTS IS SENDING ME. THATS SO FUCKING REAL I AM ABSORBING THE IDEA IN MY HEAD SOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH. ALSO JASON AND CLUB PRESIDENT HITTING EACH OTHER WITH GOLF CLUBS AND JASON BEING LIKE . oh i was going to hit them until they stopped moving IS SENDING ME. also jason, why are you, as a cog, allowing gil to survive a back nines game hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm :eyebrowraise: (/LHJ)

[talesfromsiteredacted]

Notice from the Administrator

Concerning some staff "recreational activities"

It has come to attention that certain staff members are engaging in... questionable activities off hours. Therefore, it is advised that the following are forbidden until further notice.

Lawn darts are banned for a reason. Yes, Andre looks way cooler with the eyepatch. That being said, it should have never have happened.

Naked speedskating, karate, yoga, golf, or any other activities of such ilk are banned. No one wants to see Uranus Dr. Bright, especially not during downward dog. Either put on some pants or keep it in quarters.

Extreme cooking. It should not be possible to make an exploding pasta dish.

No more dressing up as videogame characters. While we all love Link, wearing his attire will cause 076-2 to go all Gannondorf on you.

No more "Extreme Foundation Makeovers". Putting false lashes on 096 was a brave move and a waste of lash glue.

No more "Pin the Tail on 682". Even HE'S starting to complain.

The entirety of the "Ninja Mime" movie franchise is banned. Look, if even 035, 076-2, or 682 would rather go do testing than watch the movies, that should tell you something. 076-2 threatened to gnaw off the arm of the next person to show him even a clip.

No. More. Clown. Costumes.

No one is to attempt fighting any anomalies in little more than a loincloth and a pot on their head. Although we think that was the first time anyone heard 096 laugh. Still not worth the structural damage and loss of several D-Class.

If you must play Dungeons and Dragons, Doctor Bright is automatically uninvited. No more repeats of the infamous "Escape From Boner's Pleasure Palace" for 343's sake. Dr. Winters is still in therapy, Dr. Bright. And... the bills are coming out of your pay.

If it involves lasers outside of work... it's banned.

If it involves explosives outside of work... it's banned, and any attempt to do whatever you had planned will result in immediate demotion to D-Class or execution, depending on the offender.

No more water wars. Poor 073 is still trying to figure a way to dry the entire backlog of new anomalies. Thanks, Clef.

For 343's sake... keep the "marital aids" in your personal quarters. Yes, we know Dr. Bright can be a dick. But... throwing a dildo at him is unprofessional (but hilarious).

No one is to give 999 caffeine or any artificial sweeteners. Neither agree with our favorite friendly blob of happy very well.

No one is to "demagnitize" Dr. Gears. He is human, and has the x-rays to prove it.

Stop trying to place fish inside the Water Nymph. She says they tickle her too much as they swim through her.

The Eye Pods do not need clothes. The little bobble hats were cute, we admit.

No more fish in aquatic anomalies. The Fountain of Youth was not meant to prolong the life of your children's goldfish, Agent Maine.

No creating cults. Unless it's the Church of the Holy Brew, we can all support a cult dedicated to very good coffee and fair treatment from farm to consumers.

[hollygl125]

#about me

Tagged by @coping-via-clint-eastwood. (Fun! Thank you!)

1. If you were to attend a costume party tonight, what or whom would you go as?

Miss (Ms.) Scarlet or Mrs. (Ms.) Peacock (depending on whether a red or blue dress is fitting best), with the candlestick (candlestick as prop), in the library (book as prop). (If the party’s really dull, the second prop comes in handy!

2. What are your choice of toppings on a hamburger? And do you prefer gas or charcoal grilling?

Charcoal would be great if available. I don’t eat red meat, so it will have to be a chicken/turkey burger, a fish burger, or a veggie burger. Ideal burger toppings may include: cheddar cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, red onion, pickles, sautéed mushrooms, aioli, French’s mustard, relish.

3. You are chosen to have lunch with the President. The condition is you only get to ask one question. What do you ask?

What’s next?

4. It's your first day of vacation, what are you doing?

Trying to work up the energy to do whatever I planned to be doing.

5. What is your concession stand must-have at the movies?

Junior Mints or Glosette raisins.

6. Which do you dislike most: pop-up ads or spam email?

Ads.

7. What do you think Captain Hook's name was before he had a hook for a hand?

James.

8. Rock, paper, or scissors?

Scissors?

9. How long was it from ‘the first date’ until the proposal of marriage? How long until the wedding?

This is Tumblr, so I’m just going to move straight to applying this to the fandom context. In that case, it was roughly a decade for our two lovely science nerds. 🐝🦋💕

10. Which is worse, being in a place that is too loud, or too quiet?

Too loud.

11. What is one quality that you really appreciate in a person?

Kindness. (Agreed.)

I will also second @figsr’s answer: understanding.

12. At the good old general store, what particular kind of candy would you expect to be in the big jar at the counter?

Maybe gum balls? Or I could go for a jaw breaker.

13. What is the most distinguishing landmark in your city?

Probably the mountains, though they’re not technically in the city. As part of the city itself, there’s a very large park with a lot of trees and a lot of water around it. It’s very nice.

14. Everyone hears discussions that they consider boring. What topic can put you to sleep quicker than any other?

General business affairs? Golf maybe? My parents discussing mulch over Mother’s Day tea?

15. How many times did it take you to pass your driver's test?

One.

16. If you had to have the same topping on your vanilla ice cream for the rest of your life, what topping would you choose?

Hot fudge, baby.

17. What food item would need to be removed from the market altogether in order for you to live a healthier, longer life?

On the one hand, cheese. But, on the other hand, cheese is often how I convince myself to eat healthy foods…. (Salad? Add cheese! Roasted veggies? Add cheese!)

18. You are offered an envelope that you know contains $50. You are then told that you may either keep it or exchange it for another envelope that may contain $500 or may be empty. Do you keep the first envelope, or do you take your chances with the second?

I hate risk and I’ve been given no odds, so right now I’m sticking with what I’ve got. (“Hey, maybe this envelope has more” does not sound very promising.)

19. If you had to choose, which would you give up: TV, or internet?

Assuming my devices can still access streaming, iTunes, etc., then definitely I would give up my TV.

20. Who is your dream girl or boy from movies/TV?

First things first: I really love love. I would say I’m a romantic; F. Scott—if he were alive and we were personally acquainted—would say I’m sentimental, because I always want happy endings.

So I love Gil Grissom, but I love him for Sara Sidle. I love both characters individually, but I love their love story (their love for each other) more. Similarly, I love Josh Lyman for Donna Moss, Logan Echolls for Veronica Mars (though, four years later, I’m still not ready to talk about that one), Ben Wyatt for Leslie Knope, Seth Cohen for Summer Roberts, and so on.

I think one of the only characters I’ve ever loved really primarily for myself has been Dr. John Carter (although I also liked him with Lucy 😭). I’m also fond of Dr. Spencer Reid. Oh, and… uh… I would totally go for some conjugal visits with Jakes Bridges. 🔥🔥🔥

Mostly, though, if I’m looking to daydream for myself, I will come up with an OC who fits into my own life and shares attributes with various characters (and/or people) I like.

Of course, these days I am pretty much exclusively using Sara and Grissom as my personal imaginary Barbies, so I can push their heads together and actually make them KISS (as well as undertake other activities involving various states of undress), ffs. 💕

21. Have you ever met a celebrity?

I got my picture taken with my celebrity husband (local professional sports hero) at a restaurant once and got an autograph from him and some other players another time. (I’ve had the same celebrity husband since the ‘90s. He is currently participating in an awareness campaign on intimate partner violence, likely cementing this as a lifelong commitment. Honestly there’s nothing sexier to me than a hot man speaking in support of women’s rights.)

As for celebrities people elsewhere might know… I didn’t meet him, but Robert de Niro (he of just becoming a dad again at the age of 79 fame) kind of looked over at me and my mom when he walked past us in an otherwise empty inner courtyard in his NYC hotel. Also, I again didn’t meet him, but my mom talked to Matt Bomer in NYC when he was filming Suits and brought me a note from him. Oh, plus I once rode a hotel elevator with Scott Speedman and his dog. I ate dinner on a patio near Sara Chalke. I once saw Robert Carlyle in the grocery-store checkout, and I’m convinced I walked past Jason Lee in a clothing store. I was on a plane from NYC with Ally Sheedy. But actually met? I don’t really think so.

22. What kind of lunch box did you have as a kid?

My Little Pony, I think (I hope!). (I’m talking good, ‘80s Ponies here.) Maybe Care Bears? I’m certain it was pink. 🦄🦄🦄

If you feel inclined to participate, please consider yourself tagged!

[crimsonblackrose]

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He has all the eagle fangs and miyagi-do's in his phone also golf n'stuff

Hector scrolls through Miguels photos, sees Miguel and Sam, Miguel doing karate or like posing, and then starts to see a photo with Miguel and his mom and yaya but then people start cheering so he looks at the fight.

Hector apologizes and realize he chewed out this kid for nothing and then fusses over straightening Miguel's shirt and collar.

"People are not always what they seem, hmm?" -Hector.

Miguel just nods

Hector sees Robby and Johnny in their FBI shirts looking around.

Like I'm sorry Robby, you're a kid, but for some reason everyone thinks your an adult. Like seriously? Hector you take one look at Robby and are like ah yeah that's a seasoned scary FBI agent?

Vincente "the wolf" Gonzales

Johnny sees Miguel, Miguel does not see them. They won't let Johnny through because they think he's after Hector. I guess no one hears the "Miguel!", Johnny starts the fight, punching Vincente in the nose. Everyone nearby in the seats stand up.

Johnny tries to kick Vincente but Vincente just grabs his leg and holds it.

Vincente lands a hit on Johnny and then uses holding his leg to slam Johnny into the concrete floor.

Johnny rolls away.

The announcer is loving this.

Robby moves in to help, Johnny catches him and says no, I've got this, just stay there. But then Vincente grabs him and spins him around and Johnny blocks, Vincente gets his arms under Johnny's like a hug and tries to flip Johnny again but Johnny stops it. Johnny tries kicking, is on offense and the announcer realizes he's doing karate. Vincente blocks a few kicks but eventually gets hit and falls into a guy in the crowd.

"It's karate vs MMA. He kicks as fast as lightning!"

A guy standing behind Johnny grab his arms and hold him back for Vincente who punches him once in the abdomen and then turns to elbow him in the face. Johnny ends up on the ground, picked up again, and thrown again. Starts using the FBI shirt to move Johnny, to lift him up for punching him in the face until it rips and then he stares at it confused in his boxing glove.

Whose keeping tally? Vincente has his arm around Johnny's neck.

This announcer keeps changing Johnny's nickname, it's now White lightning.

Robby throws the pepper (which all of a sudden is not a dried out husk like the one in Robby's pocket in the car was). Johnny squeezes it into the guy's eyes.

Johnny does his favorite spin kick to the guys head. Robby looks pleased, the crowd cheers, the announcer is happy. Even though Johnny just took out their headliner.

He asks in Spanish where Hector is.

Silver's collection:

The guy collects swords.

The way Chozen's eyes go to the one in the middle and Silver's like "this one" and immediately picks it up to show it off as if Chozen's there to pick out a puppy.

the sword is supposed to be the sword wielded by Uesugi Kenshin at the fourth battle of Kawanakajima. The sword's name is Meiyo aru kyodai. Or, Honored Brother.

It's kind of cool the way he's holding it to show it off and not be threatening. Because I mean, he just unsheathed a sword.

He got it from an auction house.

I dunno, Silver looks genuinely happy.

Chozen: Story is only words, believe in story is much more valuable.

Silver's smile gone in an instant as the sword goes back in it's scabbard: So you're not sold on Cobra Kai yet.

Chozen going for a direct strike in his fishing: I am not here because you want me to teach karate. You aspire to something far greater. What is your true ambition?

Silver: I never had any children, my only legacy is Cobra Kai

he's thinking bigger than the valley.

Oh! I just realized he pulled something from Cheyenne here. Or Cheyenne said something similar:

Did they change Chozen's necklace? I thought it was clear with a design in the center, now it's fully golden.

What is this plan?

Silver: Only comfortable telling my right-hand man that. You wanna be him?

Yosh

Silver does his happy clap, "A toast then to righting the wrongs of the past and coming back on top."

And this is where Chozen fucks up. Darling you've managed to avoid cheering this whole time with just sounds. But now you cheers? And in Okinawan. Karii is Okinawan Kanpai is Japanese.

And TIG does such a great job of this tiniest twitch before just grinning bigger, like oh well I guess this isn't my right hand man, but I caught you. It's the subtlest thing but also major kudos of the smile just not being warm anymore and how he just stares Chozen down and doesn't blink.

I scream. Every time.

Hector what are you doing? Ah! This is the place Miguel first went to searching for Hector, that's the backroom that he fought the guy and the other guy was like wrong hector.

Hector at his restaurant breaking out the tequila.

Miguel recognizing a dangerous situation, trying to curb off the drinking with a "I could drive you home."

We have to lay low a few days, maybe a week or two.

"What about Maria and Luis?"

"They'll be fine, she's only after my money in the first place."

Poor Miguel realizing he's abandoning them.

And that Hector isn't all sunshine and good things like he'd thought.

The story of Icarus is Miguel's grandpas favorite story that he'd tell Hector all the time. "fly too close to the sun, chiquito, you'll burn your wings right off." But you don't learn till you're older the sun is the government, it's women.

Hector got out glasses, poured himself a drink, drank it, and then just started drinking directly from the bottle. What was the point of getting out the glasses then, let alone pouring out a glass and drinking from it?

People will always come after what's yours.

and the stakes have gotten higher then they need to be.

Hector can't return to Ecuador, Miguel asks why and he says "Success". Hector was practically Miguel's age when he married Carmen. And he tells Miguel never to make that mistake. Carmen couldn't stand Hector's business, and apparently Yaya was worse.

Hector regrets nothing.

He apologizes for getting all worked up and offers chicharron (These are the snack Johnny bought a version of earlier for him and Robby)

Miguel says he's not hungry but should probably get going.

Hector's last words to Miguel are "Take care of yourself, kid" in spanish while eating a chicharron.

Miguel leaves, stands outside the shop in tears and calls Carmen.

"Hey Ma" (How Daniel of him) "I'm sorry. You were right."

Please tell me you're okay Miggy

I don't know but--

Miguel! Johnny and Robby finally found him.

I'm okay Ma. I'm coming home.

See the reason why he probably said I don't know is this kid didn't have enough money to get home, let alone a place to spend the night or get anywhere. But with Johnny there all those worries are gone because Johnny is there to take him home. He's got a ride, he no longer has to be in charge of himself, he can be a kid, that he is. The scaryness of his solo part of this journey is over. And instead he can just process meeting his dad and everything else.

Robby does get out of the car as Johnny and Miguel walk towards each other, Miguel crying.

Hector I guess went poof. Because you can't see him through the windows. But you'd expect he'd be paying somewhat attention and would wonder why on earth Miguel's crying and walking into the FBI guy's arms. 🤣

Johnny got good hugs from both boys, except as soon as Miguel sees Robby who looks beaten up and tired, his lip trembles but it's like he's trying to keep the actual sobbing he needs to do in check in front of Robby.

Because otherwise their cry and hugs with Johnny were very similar.

Tory puts her trophy on the wall with all the others.

Tory didn't get the memo that class was cancelled so that Silver could beat up Chozen

All the other sensei's are the ones who show up to beat up Chozen.

Silver while circling Chozen: Masataka Taketsuru over a 100 years ago or so, he moved from hiroshima to scotland to learn organic chemestry and then returned to japan with the secret to great whisky. His brand is Suntory and the distillery is outside of Kyoto. And he's had it there, and drinks with friends in Kyoto.

Anyone who takes down Chozen gets the job and Silver will pay triple what he promised.

He's so upset, "imagine my surprise when my new friend from Kyoto said karii" Dude truly thought he got a new friend. A Kreese replacement for his plans.

I mean, Chozen kicks ass and has since he was young, especially with big military dudes. We saw him fight multiple military guys at once in TKK2 so I'm not worried about him.

These sensei's look concerned. They don't realize that Chozen is actually a true master. I love Chozen, he just kicks this guy behind him when he hears him move after kicking his ass because he wasn't truly out yet. And then he was. He did it without looking.

Now we draw line. No more expansion. No more senseis. No more challenge miyagi-do. Do not come near LaRusso family. You cross line, you will beg for mercy.

YESSS CHOZEN

[laurenetuttle]

Moorea Day 4 (July 6th, 2023)

Today was such a fun day! We were up bright and early! We got up at 6 am to get ready for the day. We had a morning snorkel tour booked and they came to get us at 7:25 am! So we ate breakfast quickly. Breakfast is by far the best meal of the day at the resort. We even saw a complete rainbow across the sky as we were eating! We had to rush back to the room to finish getting ready and pack up all of our stuff! We were switching to an overwater bungalow. So we had to check out of the prior room before the snorkel tour and have them get all of our belongings and then hopefully put them into our new room when it was available. With a little bit of rushing, we got it all done and got picked up for the tour!

We were on a lovely catamaran for the morning with two guides and then three other pairs of people (all couples). So there were only 8 passengers on the boat, which was nice. We had three snorkeling stops this morning. The first stop was at a location where there were tons of sting rays and sharks!! Friendly rays and sharks though. Apparently no worries for attacks or stings. Apparently a lot of tour groups actually feed the animals there, so the rays can actually come right up to you looking for food! So we swam around! I got to use my go pro with the dome to get some cool pictures and videos. While I was distracted, a ray came up to me and touched me! I quite quickly moved out of its way. No rays or sharks are going to eat me! My mom and I both wish we had more time swimming with the rays and sharks! On the way to that first stop, we also saw a pod of dolphins and I saw a few turtles swimming as well! We then headed over to the second stop on the tour, coral reef gardens! It’s this huge area in between two mini islands that has a ton of coral and fish. We were given some bananas to feed the fish. Sure enough, some fish came up to me to eat the banana out of my hand! My mom accidentally squirted the banana out of the peel and didn’t get to feed the fish. But we did some good swimming and saw a ton of different types of fish. Around that time, there was a huge storm that rolled through and it was pouring and very windy! But we were already wet, so it didn’t matter when we were in the water. When we got out, however, it was quite cold! They put up some plastic covering across the interior of the catamaran to protect us an keep us warm for a little bit. We also had some fresh juice and fruits as a snack. We then sailed over to the third stop, which was a cultural/art exhibition. Apparently 25 years ago, an artist sunk 8 statues/tikis he created. So we went and snorkeled around those and took some pictures! The go pro worked out pretty well taking some awesome pictures and videos. Unfortunately, my mom is still fine tuning her underwater photography skills. But there is some photographic evidence that we were both swimming at all three of the stops! By the third stop, the storm had also cleared and it was back to being nice and sunny! They gave us some mai tais to enjoy along our ride back to the dock. We were on the water for about 4 hours. We wish the tour was longer! We both had so much fun! Would definitely do again!

We then got a ride back to the Hilton. We didn’t think our room would be ready until the normal check-in time (2pm), but when we arrived, our room was ready and our stuff was already transferred into it! And it wasn’t even noon! They have fantastic service at the Hilton here. We’ve had such a great experience so far. They then let us take a golf cart ride to our overwater bungalow!! It is surreal to be staying in one! Such a bucket list item! After checking out our new digs for the next 2 nights, we headed out for lunch. We split a pizza and had some views of the storm and rain that were intermittent during the day. After lunch, we walked to a little cafe cart a little bit down the road from the Hilton. It is this French man who sells baked goods and drinks from a little pink cart! We both enjoyed some mango passion fruit sorbet. We also got some macaroons and a bookie for later! We ate our sorbet while looking over the water. It was so lovely. After our afternoon snack, we returned to our bungalow. I went for a little swim and my mom had a nap. We then both spent some time lounging on the patio outside, listening to music and the ocean and doing some reading and more napping. Perfect afternoon!

As dinner approached, we got ready and took some golden hour pictures as the sun was setting. We then headed to the front of the resort and we were picked up and brought to a restaurant on the other side of the island called Rudy’s. It’s a French seafood and steak restaurant. It was a great date night! We had some wine and my mom tried parrotfish for the first time and I enjoyed a steak (filet mignonette). Though, mine tasted more like a rump roast. But either way, it was still good! We then were dropped back off at the hotel. Rudy’s had provided the transportation! We are now sitting on the patio just enjoying the sounds of the ocean. We are both very full and tired and will be going to bed soon! We are both looking forward to our relaxing day hanging at the bungalow tomorrow!

[terrahillsposts]

Terra Nova National Park - Canada

With its sensational shore, rough bluffs, moving slopes, lowlands and rough forested territory; Land Nova has the appropriate motivations to be broadcasted Newfoundland's most memorable public park and Canada's most easterly public park.

Laid out in 1957, this roughly 396-square kilometer public park sits at the edge of water, especially the delightful Bonavista Sound. A scope of natural life uninhibitedly meander Land Nova's woodlands and swamps. Accordingly, it is the ideal spot to observe famous North American creatures like the wild bear and moose in real life! Beside its remarkable regular excellence, Land Nova likewise offers various invigorating open air exercises to charm and energize its visitors.

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At the recreation area's Guest Place arranged off Highway 1, you can start your vital outing by appreciating different displays and organizing directed strolls. Land Nova is gifted with 100 kilometers of climbing trails, which lead you to the swamps, green knolls and thick woods. A few paths are very extensive and testing; while others are more similar to delicate walks. You can decide to pack in the recreation area's lavish inland or adventure into the coast and bluff sides, in order to get magnificent sea scenes. Your climbing experience might try and get more energizing because of the presence of captivating animals like beavers and lynx who occupy the region.

In the event that climbing takes too lengthy, an extraordinary option is to bicycle around assigned mountain trekking trails, which are likewise very beautiful. Land Nova Public Park is an incredible playing golf objective. Its fairway, Twin Streams, vows to be elite and extraordinary. Hitting the fairway at Twin Streams implies jump starting north of two waterways, while partaking in the perspective on the Atlantic Sea making it a lovely golf insight.

Carry the rush and experience to the ocean setting by giving a shot paddling, kayaking or sailing. Assuming you pick any of the initial two exercises, you have in excess of 200 kilometers worth of shoreline, streams, lakes and lakes to investigate. Land Nova's lakes and streams are additionally amazing spots to look for the absolute best trout and salmon in the district. One especially famous boat visit objective is the Newman Sound. The neighborhood administrator - Beach front Associations - sorts out standard sailing visits and gets travelers from the Guest Community.

While on the visit, make certain to look for seabirds and ice sheets somewhere far off and have your camera prepared. What's more, assuming you are fortunate, you could try and experience whales sprinkling around their jungle gym. Park guests who long for an invigorating swim, particularly on a hot day, as a rule head out to the shallow sandy ocean side called Sand Lake. In the event that you don't feel like simply loosening up after the swim, there is a 3-kilometer circled trail ready to be won.

However, Land Nova isn't simply a mid year objective. It mirrors an alternate sort of excellence and feeling during winter when it is covered with cushioned snow. This is certainly an opportunity to put on your snowshoes or skis and investigate this quiet winter wonderland. You can likewise pick a spot to camp following a delightful day of ice fishing. The night sky is especially more splendid during winter, so resting under the stars is most certainly not an ill-conceived notion. Setting up camp is permitted all year yet reservations are energetically suggested. A portion of the noticeable camping areas incorporate the Newman Sound campsite and the Disease Head camping area.

he rise of Ireland as a free nation is a genuinely late peculiarity. Until the seventeenth hundred years, political power was generally divided between a somewhat inexactly developed organization of little earldoms in frequently moving coalitions. Following the purported "Trip of the Lords" after a fruitless uprising in the mid seventeenth 100 years, Ireland really turned into an English state. It was officially integrated into the Assembled Realm in 1801. A 1914 Home Rule Act was passed however never executed because of supportive of association hostility in the north, the beginning of The Second Great War, and the resulting Irish Conflict of Freedom. In 1920 the island was successfully divided with the production of Northern Ireland, a six-province region with decayed powers inside the Unified Realm, though under the Somewhat English Irish Settlement of December 6, 1921, different 26 districts turned into the Irish Free Express, a self-overseeing territory inside the English Republic and Domain. In 1937 the southern state passed another constitution that offered a more powerful articulation of sway, and in 1949 it officially left the Province as the Republic of Ireland.

[wutbju]

Terry Harold Chambers, 80, of Myrtle Beach, South Carolina passed away peacefully Wednesday, May 25, 2022, in Conway, South Carolina.  He was the son of the late Ernest Harold and Dealia Ann (Stewart) Chambers.

He was born in Madison, West Virginia on April 25th, 1942. Terry attended Scott High School and received a Master’s Degree in Education from Bob Jones University. He was formerly married to Brenda Meadow, mother of their son Trent Chambers. He was also formerly married to Carroll Chambers. Terry was a lover of life and lived it fully.  He was a naturally shy person who forced himself to be outgoing. Terry loved fishing but would not go offshore fishing because he became seasick easily. He loved sports, especially golf, yet he self-professed that he had no natural ability to play sports well. Terry liked to be alone, but he was also a lonely person at times.  His favorite vacation was to go to Las Vegas. He liked to play poker and said he was good at it. He loved to watch Westerns and his favorite author was Louis L’Amour. His favorite food was country steak and gravy, and his favorite desert was strawberry shortcake. His favorite bible verse was 2 Timothy 1:12.

He has been described as “a character”, “one of a kind”, and good friend and counselor.

Terry loved his work no matter what he was doing and gave his all to the tasks at hand. Terry has many accomplishments to be proud of in his life including having been a Secondary Education Teacher and Vice Principal of Colonial Christian Schools in Homestead, Florida.  He had been an instructor and a recruiter for Greenville Technical College in Greenville, South Carolina; and a recruiter for Horry Georgetown Technical College in Conway, South Carolina. Terry had served as the Civil Service Commissioner for the Deputy Sheriffs’ Association of West Virginia.  He had served as Municipal Judge for the City of Madison, West Virginia, and as a Justice of the Peace for Boone County, West Virginia.  He had served as a Magistrate in Greenville County, South Carolina where he was appointed by Governor John West upon nomination and recommendation of then State  Senator, Carroll Campbell.  He had served as Chief Judge for Administration in Greenville, South Carolina and as an instructor at the Criminal Justice Academy for the South Carolina Court Administration. Terry also served on the Horry County Council in District 6 where he was elected in 1994 and re-elected in 1998.

Terry moved to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina in 1985 where he opened T.C. Bail Bonds.  He and Al Bragg ran that business until he was elected to Horry County Council. Terry worked in the Time Share industry for the past two decades where he became a legendary salesman who was able to travel the world doing something that he loved.  He won many awards and became affectionately known as “Judge” to many in that industry.

Terry was a member of Grand Strand Baptist Church.  His was a faithful servant of God who is now Home with his Savior.

Survivors include his son, Trenton H. Chambers, daughter-in-law, Jennifer Simmons Chambers, and two granddaughters, Allyssa Chambers and Marley Chambers.

Private entombment will be at Southern Palms Memorial Gardens in North Myrtle Beach, South Carolina

A Celebration of Life Ceremony will be held at a later date and will be announced.

In lieu of flowers, memorials should be made to Grand Strand Baptist Church or your favorite local charity.

[theperrylleluniverse]

Letters F - J

f = fights; are arguments something that happen often? what are they over, and how are they resolved?

I don’t think they argue very often (beyond like playful married bickering) but when it happens it’s explosive and intense. I think Perry has kind of a hot temper and Della can have a temper if it’s something she’s passionate about so when those two butt heads it can turn ugly. Paul is very level-headed and calm so he serves as the moderator who brings things back down and tries to get them to reconcile/talk it through. See my fics How Long is Infinity? and Strawberries. I think the trio gets a lot of connection through physical touch with each other so I think they need to have that intense, passionate makeup sex to reconnect and reestablish their bond after arguments.

I think Paul and Perry have only had a true, serious argument once in their relationship and Perry kept pushing and pushing until Paul lost his temper. Then Perry felt SO guilty about it that he spent like two months trying to make up for it by doing his weird Perry stuff like sending a bunch of clients to Paul’s agency and buying him a new Thunderbird and just generally being apologetic without actually SAYING he’s sorry. Paul just rolls his eyes in fond exasperation and makes Perry go on a fishing trip with him so they can actually talk about it.

Della and Paul have never had a real argument but they love to bicker like an old married couple heehee especially because Paul knows he can rile her up and then flash her a those sea blue eyes and say “sorry beautiful 🥺” and she’ll huff and give him a big smooch.

g = getting together; how did it all come about? were there any pre-existing relationships between them?

I’ve written some fic exploring how each of them met (Meet Cutes) but I don’t necessarily have a diehard headcanon about it. I think Perry met Della when he hired her or shortly before and they knew each other before they met Paul via Perry hiring him/moving into the office down the hall from the agency hq. I do think the Paul Drake Detective Agency was a well-known, well-regarded agency before Perry started working with them (Perry only hires The Best heehee).

h = hobbies; does anyone share any hobbies/passions? how do they include the rest of their partners in them?

Well, Paul and Perry fish together canonically so that’s definitely a shared hobby. Also canonically Della lets them have their boy time and purports to hate fishing (I think she actually doesn’t mind it but she knows it’s special alone time for the two of them so she lets them have it).

Also canonically the trio enjoys golfing so I imagine they do that when they can (which isn’t very often because of them not having any free time but they’ll squeeze in a game here and there). Paul loves to “teach” Della how to play and she lets him even though she actually knows how to play pretty well (in the books she comes from a rich family and I project that onto show!della as well). She likes how he presses up behind her to show her how to hold the clubs correctly and who can blame her ;) Perry is quite good at golf because he does a lot of golf networking with clients and judges and stuff (he also plays with Hamilton fairly often and they get super competitive about it because Hamilton likes to show off/brag about being a member of the golf club - see TCOT Golfers Gambit - but Perry almost always beats him lol)

I project Bill Hopper hobbies onto Paul (as @caseopened always says, Bill brings a lot of himself to his portrayal of Paul Drake so I think it’s fair!) so I think Paul enjoys swimming a lot and especially in the ocean. Della also likes swimming so she’ll go out with him when they have a morning off together and they spend the time swimming and walking along the beach and talking in the early hours before anyone else is around <3.

Perry is canonically a huge nerd for Asian culture, especially Japanese culture. I think one of his hobbies is reading about Japanese history and art. Paul has traveled extensively in Asia both during his time in the military and in the course of his work as a private detective (we see it several times in the show and he mentions having connections in Japan and Guam!) so I think he lets Perry nerd out about it with him. He also probably brings Perry back little gifts when he goes there and Perry treasures them <3 Perry is also canonically interested in art so I’ll steal a bit from Raymond Burr & Barbara Hale’s friendship and say that he and Della share that passion so they go to art galleries and shows together. Perry doesn’t really create art but Della likes to draw and paint :)

My headcanon hobbies are that Della enjoys birding and has a pet canary that she adores. Paul likes to knit (think about it he has so much idle time where he’s on a stakeout or casing a place and in the 60s Della makes him cut back on cigarettes so he needs something to do during that time). Perry and Della read together <3

i = in sickness and in health - when someone falls ill, who’s the carer and who’s the germaphobe? is there anyone that resists being looked after?

Please read my wife’s wonderful fic Feverfew because it perfectly captures the trio when they’re sick. All three of them are stubborn about not wanting to rest/recuperate but Perry is the worst patient (canon!). Paul will eventually submit to the caretaking and on the inside very much enjoys being doted on. Della is the main carer because she doesn’t get a lot of opportunities to make sure her boys are safe and healthy so when she gets to force them to rest and be taken care of she takes full advantage. When Della is sick, Perry and Paul wait on her hand and foot even when she’s telling them she’s fine heehee

j = joker; who’s got the best sense of humour? do they like to tease and banter with everyone else?

The Perrycule is like 80% banter/teasing LOL that’s one of my favorite things about them is how silly and goofy they can be with each other! Della is definitely the funniest and is very quick witted but also not above making a silly face or pulling a prank on the other two. Paul has a droll sense of humor and he will definitely be as silly as he needs to be to get his partners to laugh. Perry is also very funny but a lot of his humor is deadpan and dry so people who don’t know him well often miss it. Della and Paul are always delighted when they can pull a genuine smile or laugh out of him especially during a case when he’s in Serious Lawyer Mode.

Doing the poly fluff alphabet by @scealaiscoite for the Perrycule!

Letters A - E:

a = affection; is anyone more overly affectionate than the others? when it comes to physical vs verbal, who prefers what?

We all know I consider Paul a big golden retriever haha I think he’s the most affectionate of the trio for sure - he loves with his whole heart, body, and mind! I think both Della and Perry appreciate receiving physical affection from him and they seek it out when they want to feel close to him. However, I think Della likes receiving and giving verbal affection a lot as well - see Paul calling her “beautiful” and “gorgeous” :). I think Perry is more reserved than his partners but he is open to receiving their affection and he will speak their love languages if they need it. They balance out nicely - Paul gives a lot of affection, Perry is happy to receive a lot of affection, and Della will do both!

b = bed; what’s the sleeping situation like? are there regular sleeping arrangements - does anyone like to sleep alone?

In my headcanon, they each have their own place and since they all have crazy schedules, they don’t really have a consistent sleeping arrangement. Most nights they sleep separately or in whatever pair ended up together that night (Paul and Perry when they get home late from an investigation, Della and Perry when she manages to convince him to leave work for the night, Paul and Della when they have a date night together, etc). It’s a treasured luxury for them when they manage to all be together for a night.

I think Paul is a cuddler and Perry likes being cuddled (not that he’ll ever admit it heehee). Della loves to rest her head on her boys’ big comfy chests but when she sleeps she tends to move away from them cause she gets too hot.

When it’s Paul and Perry together, Paul is the big spoon to Perry’s little spoon and they spend the whole night all tangled together. When it’s Paul and Della, they usually end up with Paul scrunched up in one sliver of the bed while Della starfishes out over the rest of it. When it’s Perry and Della, they start with Della laying on top of Perry but then mostly keep to their own sides except they like curl toward each other, or their hands or feet are touching, or some other cute shit like that.

When it’s all three of them I think it’s some combination of the above but they all like it best when Della is curled up between the Paul and Perry <3

c = comfort; when someone’s feeling down, how do the rest look after them?

Perry - i think Paul and Della know that the best way to comfort Perry is to push him and motivate him. He doesn’t like to be coddled and he’s skeptical of words of comfort so they kind of have to do it in a roundabout way. Paul is good for a comforting shoulder touch and often is a sounding board for Perry to talk things out. Della is acts of service all day baby; she’s taking all the little things off his plate so he doesn’t have to carry quite so much weight on his shoulders. She also knows how to make him smile or laugh when he’s upset or angry.

Della - she reaches for physical comfort first and foremost and her boys are there to give it to her. Paul will wrap her up in a big bear hug or let her hold on to him while Perry is there with the steadying hand on her elbow and the gentle touches to her back and waist. I think Paul also serves as her sounding board too - he’s a great listener! They also try to cheer her up by being silly (Paul) or deadpan sarcastic (Perry) to make her laugh/smile :)

Paul - surprisingly Paul is the hardest one to comfort of the three. He keeps his emotions close to his chest and has a hard time accepting comfort because he sees himself as the rock who has to always be solid and steady so he can support his partners. Of course Della and Perry have his number though. Perry will patiently but unflinchingly dismantle Paul’s walls one brick at a time until Paul actually talks about his feelings and lets Perry shoulder some of his burdens (see the excellent fic Gone Fishing for a perfect example of this!). Della doesn’t push but she listens and she’s been willing to be vulnerable with him in a way she’s not usually and that's encouraged reciprocity from him. I think Della and Paul are very open and emotionally honest with each other <3

d = dates; what do dates look like? who usually plans them, or are is it a group affair?

These three LOVE going on dates!!! Most of the time it’s eating meals together - they love a romantic dinner! They are also great at turning work events into dates because to them their work life is an inherent part of their romantic life. And of course we can’t forget Paul and Perry’s fishing trips (which is their version of a date I think). I also headcanon that Perry and Paul both like to take Della out for dinner & dancing at least once a month.

e = events; who drags everyone else to their family/friends’ events?

PERRY MASON. This man has to do so much shmoozing for his job and literally does not know how to not be working 24/7. I think he’s a social guy in general too so he actually enjoys cultivating relationships but he has much more fun when one of his partners is with him so he always drags them along if they’re available!

Della is usually the one who goes but just because Paul is always super busy with the agency and keeps weird hours. Otherwise, we know our charming extrovert would love to go chat up people with his bf!

Also this is literally canon lol, Perry is always taking them to work events and social events

[ghostsinthecellar]

apparently tonight’s Shiny New Interest is magnet fishing

[uncouth-the-fifth]

imagine damian and the reader at the wayne gala. he gets jealous when he sees her flirting with someone else. he ends up pulling her into a bathroom and fucking her in front of a mirror while saying that other person can’t treat her like he does

and that’s how the reader finds out damian has feelings for her. all this time he acted like he hates her because he’s in denial

Title: More Than They Ever Said

Paring: Robin!Damian (18+) / Canary!Reader

Tags/Warnings: semi-public sex, oral (f receiving), vaginal sex, bathroom sex, slight underage drinking (reader is like 20 lol), mentions of golf.

Word Count: 7150

Notes: sooooo.... this def evolved beyond a drabble lol. the way gala sex kills me every time 😭 I was a little mushy w Dami here bc I miss his sweet side. This also sounded a lot like goldenspecs12's request from Wattpad, so I hope you don't mind that I meshed the two together 😚 I leaned toward Damian liking the reader more than being in denial, but that’s the only thing I sacrificed between the two requests. This one is my fluffiest and most romantic yet 💖

"can I request Damian w a Queen reader, like she's Oliver and Dinah's child? say the reader is a hero but not very active, like she comes in when her parents can't. so when she and Damian meet, they hit it off. The main request is that they sneak away at a gala held by Oliver and the reader and Damian have sex."

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The party was more fun than you thought it would be.

Benefits were usually chalk-full of old, wealthy people that thought they made good conversationalists. The board members of Queen Industries were tired of Oliver trying to escape their claws, so you’d been recruited in his place. While your dad got to play minigolf in the penthouse’s massive party floor, you were confined to the lounge, playing up what an intelligent, capable business partner you’d be when you were CEO. Fellow businessmen gruffed about their plans with you while their wives cooed and drank, pinching your cheeks.

You thought that you’d hate it, but the attention and the praise was nice. It made you feel like you were helping your dad and your family’s company, which was constantly criticized and judged for it’s choice in CEO. Everyone called your father a lazy silver-spooned idiot, but he was one of the only men in Star City who actually cared. By the time you had Q.I’s biggest donors laughing out of their seats, Dinah’s hands slipped over your shoulders and you were kissed on the side of the face. Thank you, she mouthed, and your position as family support-beam was covered.

Since most of the benefit-goers were at least forty years your senior, you gravitated to your dad. From the penthouse’s upper balcony, you could see his friends circling around the tiny green mats they were using as a makeshift golf course. Usually, Ollie made sure his public persona’s aim was as garbage as his taste in drink was. But tonight, he played as Green Arrow, who never missed. Not once. Especially when it came to Bruce Wayne, who’s golf game was abysmal at best.

But like Oliver, Bruce was a new man tonight. It looked like he was ready to break out the batarangs any minute now. The two men were barely civil about the viciousness of their competition, and if the view of the game from the balcony was interesting, then from below it must’ve been the greatest show of fragile masculinity ever displayed. You had to make fun of them.

The only opening in the circle of men, who all had their hands on their chins as Bruce lined up his next shot, was by the floor-to-ceiling windows to one side of the game. Just one man stood there, hands in his pockets. You slid next to him, unbothered, and squinted at the game.

Everyone in the crowd was dead silent. Bruce was lining up his golf ball so it would roll into a mug a couple of feet away, so you helpfully provided, “A little to the left, Mr. Wayne.”

Your words overlapped with someone else’s. Where you had said Mr. Wayne, they had said Father. Then the man next to you was his son, but...

You would have never guessed it would be him.

Reasonably, you knew that Robin was Damian Wayne. Oliver could be a little loose-lipped at times, and by his judgment you’d been a teenager just a year ago - what could a twenty year old do to Batman’s secret identity? Not much.

Until you saw Robin without his mask.

Damian was achingly beautiful. He was your age, but he stood and talked like he was much older. There was an angle to his shoulder that made him seem astute and sexy. His eyes fixed on you when you spoke at the same time, and they were a surprising mossy color that jumped out against his tan skin, like plants flourishing out of rich soil. There was just enough blue in them to make him seem haunting. Any moment, you felt like he was going to corner you and whisper your future throatily in your ear.

Looking into them, those piercing eyes, for longer than a second made you want to blurt, “You’re much prettier without your mask.”

But that would expose his secret to every golf-loving idiot in earshot, so Oliver had been wrong. A twenty-year-old like you could do fatal damage to Batman’s secret identity, but for Damian, the short-tempered, snappish leader of the Teen Titans, you would risk anything.

Damian stared, and you stared. He squinted, wet his lips, then turned back to the game. This was your only acknowledgment that he recognised you. His voice was deeper, smoother, than you remember it. “Queen.”

You shifted in your shoes, almost laughing in shock. “...Wayne.”

The game grew boring and Damian didn’t say anything else, so you said nothing too, sneaking glances at him. The last time you’d spoken to Robin had been in costume, when he’d thanked you for assisting with a mission. He’d really been thanking you for standing up for him. You didn’t team up often with the Titans, but when you did, you found that they were unusually snappy and mean with their leader. Not necessary on purpose, but you could tell that Damian couldn’t take as many bites as he pretended to. Standing up for him had been a simple thing. The good thing to do. Now, with that look in his eyes, it almost felt like he still thought about it.

He must have, because the kiss you shared at the end of that mission had glowed with heat. To be fair, you both may have believed you were going to die (before the team pulled through and saved you), so it could’ve been a heat-of-the-moment thing. But this was Robin - if he didn't want to kiss you, he wouldn't. And yet he did.

You’d kissed. And the energy of that kiss lingered between you now, drawing you closer together, putting tiny smiles on your faces. He was cute. Cuter without that mask on.

You stood in the stupid golf silence, feeling foolish. Flirting with boys was much easier in fishnets. It didn’t help how fine Damian’s profile was. He had soft, feathery lashes that occasionally touched down on beauty marked cheeks. His lips were even fuller from the side, forever drawn in a curious line. And those eyes, when they caught yours and danced away again, were much too nice to hide behind a mask. You couldn’t get that thought out of your mind.

When Bruce finally made his move, you leaned in to whisper something to each other at the same time, accidentally knocking shoulders.

“I - apologies,” Damian flushed.

“Oh, um, my bad,” you rubbed awkwardly at the spot where you’d collided. “...You were going to say something?”

Damian’s eyes flicked to your fathers, then to you, unimpressed. He lowered his voice so only you could hear. “They’re awfully hypocritical, don’t you think? Father snaps at me everytime I use my skills in public, and yet he’s putting with perfect aim like it’s not the very same.”

Chuckling, you rolled your eyes and scooted closer, ducking your voice into the bubble between your bodies. “My dad’s the same way. Don’t aim in the house, he says, unless it’s him trying to beat Bruce Wayne.”

Your company’s shoulders turned sideways, leaning into you. His breath ghosted the hair on your neck, standing it on end, and again that silky voice sent tingles down your spine. Damian must change his voice as Robin, because he never spoke like this then. So huskily, so low.

He shook his head. “Unbelievable.”

You watched him. He watched you. You ran your tongue over your teeth, and Damian subtly adjusted his slacks from his pockets.

At the same time, you asked each other, “Would you like to get a drink?”

_

Your hiding place was a loveseat in the lounge, between more businessmen and their ditzy heirs. The bartender was your family’s, so he smiled and turned down your request for a drink, courtesy of your dad’s strictness. Luckily, he didn’t recognise Damian. You watched him order it at the bar, his rings catching the light, the muscle in his arms peeking out from under his blazer.

“I think he suspected I wasn’t of age, so he only gave me one.” He took the place next to you, propping his ankle on one knee and lounging out like a panther. Damian offered the cocktail to you, once he’d decided the coast was clear. It was a cute gesture. “Is that acceptable?”

You fished a five dollar bill out of your purse. “Only if you take this for paying. Don’t think I didn’t see you try and sneakily get that past me.”

Damian scrutinized the bill, then you, somehow managing to be a smartass without opening his mouth. Instead of thinking about how nice it would feel to kiss the slight crease between his brows, you traded hands with him so the bill was in his and the drink was in yours. The gentle brush of you palm to his knuckles put way too many butterflies in your belly.

You talked about everything and anything. About home, family life, your cities. The best of it was when Damian dipped his head so only you could hear him, keeping your secrets close and your bodies closer. This was the only way he talked about Robin, so you circled back to any vigilante subject you could think of just so Damian would keep purring into your ear like that. Better yet, he was smart. Talking to him was engaging, and within minutes he'd entranced you, so you sat there talking for more than an hour. Around you, the party rotated and went on.

At one point, you took a drink of the cocktail and passed it to him to share. Damian placed his lips right where yours had been, licking up the cocktail salt and gulping it down slow, adam’s apple bobbing, like it wasn’t the taste of the vodka he was savoring.

Eventually, your bliss was broken. Damian was called over to his father, again, to discuss business, and he left you with your remaining cocktail and the memory of that mission. You couldn’t find a reason to move from your seat. When you’d realized that you and Robin had been led into a trap on that mission, it’d been too late, and your efforts to escape became more and more futile. All you could do was pray the Titans got to you on time. Robin had offered you his glove as the walls closed in, and you’d watched up-close as he assumed you were both about to die. The fear in his eyes was strange - like it was familiar to him. At the same time, you cupped his neck and he held your upper back, and you’d kissed fervently, sweetly.

Damian had put his forehead to yours, and promised even as the trap shrunk around you, “You were excellent. More excellent than they ever said.”

In the big picture, it was a strange last remark to make, and afterwards you’d been too happy about surviving to think about it. But in the moment, you understood. You were understood. Somehow, Damian had reached into your soul and gouged out the words you’d been dying to hear, from your parents, from anyone, and uttered them to you with burning conviction. Maybe it was the adrenaline, or maybe he meant it. Damian found you excellent. Someone, somewhere, didn’t think you were a failure.

Odd, how you’d never seen the face of the man you thought you’d die with (until now), and yet he saw you so easily. You watched him follow his father into the party crowd now, wondering. The Titans had saved you before you could ask what he’d meant. More importantly, before you could tell him the same. He was excellent.

_

Once you’d finished off your drink, you left it at the bar and grinned evilly at your family bartender. He rolled his eyes and slyly delivered you another, which, on your superhero schedule, would not have you drunk yet. Another heir to some big company was seated at your right, ignored by his father enough to look for some small talk with you.

He was one of the cute, nerdy types that were usually in awe of you. Girls, available girls, were typically rare at these kinds of parties, so he took you not having a boyfriend as permission to flirt with you. Unfortunately for him, your seat gave a perfect angle on Damian across the party floor. He was impressing the wives of Wayne business partners, who flocked around him like they’d flocked around you, pinching his cheeks. You could almost read their lips enough to guess what they were saying. What a handsome young man you are! Oh, Bruce must be so proud.

“...and then my father flipped over his kayak! Would you believe it? Two thousand dollars, thrown right in our family’s lake.” Your company snickered, howling at his own story.

You circled the rim of your glass, watching how Damian tried to teach some of the women phrases in Arabic. Unknown to them, they were some pretty funny swear words. It threw you into a bout of giggles, and the man next to you kept talking, spurred on by the noise.

The flock of hens around Damian receded, and his shoulders slouched in relief. That was cute, too. It wasn’t often that people understood how draining these parties were, but for people like you and Damian, it was a racetrack of endless, boring circles. Everything was a formality. Few things were genuine. Damian turned, and you caught his eye to let him know you were going to meet him. He nodded toward a side hall, his mouth a curious line again. If you looked at it long enough, it felt like a smile when he mouthed, escape?

Your company was still talking. He stopped when you grabbed his tie and planted a pity-kiss on his cheek, waving to him as you bounced away. “Sorry, kid. Not my type.”

_

You planned to bring Damian to the secluded balcony on the second floor to unwind, but instead, you were taken by the wrist and maneuvered into an empty powder room. It was colder than the steaming party air and smelled like champagne, with couches to sit on and mirrors to powder at. For a bathroom, the lights were warm and low. The noise of the party went quiet the instant the door was shut, like you and Damian had entered your own little world. No more circles. No more back and forth.

“Here,” Damian said, noting the mirrors. He tilted his head as he asked, like he was nervous, “Is this acceptable?”

“It is the ladies powder room, but I’ll give you a pass, since you’re cute.” You joked. Damian didn’t make a move to relax on one of the couches yet, hanging in front of you like there was more he wanted to say. There was more you wanted to say, too, but no good words came to mind.

But the silence wasn’t awkward. Again, Damian stared, and you stared. The glass he brought with him was set down. He put one fist on the counter beside the door, and like honey had been poured on your nerves, you realized how easy it would be for him to push you up against it. Kiss you senseless. Heat drooled off of him this close, and you wondered if he’d still lean in to whisper to you even if you were alone.

The lack of words drew to a point where something had to be said, anything, but his eyes felt so good on your skin and it was interesting to see him nervous. Something strange told you that Damian liked the silence, too.

You wet your lips with your tongue. Damian cleared his throat, and took a sip from his glass. “Was I interrupting something?”

“Between me and that guy?” You smiled gently, like you were reassuring him, and laughed to yourself. “Oh, man, you should’ve seen it, Damian. Poor kid really thought I was flirting with him. He’d totally convinced himself, it was hilarious.”

His profile was tense in the mirror, which you stole glances at to watch how the amber light played on his handsome skin. When Damian swallowed his drink, his throat rolled in the sexiest way, and immediately your mind fed you with visions of suckling, kissing, tonguing his neck.

“Why’d you ask?” Your eyes sparkled. Damian drew a step closer, and you used the opportunity to swipe a drop of alcohol from the corner of his lip with your thumb. “You jealous?”

It was the touch or the suggestion that made Damian pause. He didn’t stutter, but lagged over what to say, eyes vast and wanting as they raked over your face. “I don’t get jealous,” he clarified, “but… I do intend to be the only man to kiss you tonight.”

Damian’s hand took your chin. Your belly exploded with instant arousal, hitting you like a bullet of liquid lust. “You’re the only man who’s kissed me like that,” you whispered, taking his tie in hand. “I hope that’s always true.”

His voice had gone throaty. “May I kiss you again?”

Again, he reminded you.The two of you had kissed before, and it had been spectacular, terrifying, and excellent.

“Please,” you said, and Damian rushed to your aid.

Not a moment more was wasted. Curling his tie into your fist, you drew him in, slow and deep and wonderfully. Damian’s cologne hit you before his lips did, and both made your core throb for friction. Two broad hands slammed your hips into the door. His fingertips smoothed up the fabric of your dress, pressing you back and squeezing you in until you could feel his belt buckle against your belly. Damian was a sweet, magnetic kisser, chasing your lips like he was on a crusade to save them. Each time they met, he swam deeper. The point of his nose bumped against your cheek. You hummed your laugh against his lips, and Damian groaned as he pulled away, readjusting, twisting, testing the limits of the kiss. And you followed him at every step or more, revelling in his taste.

You didn’t want him to think you wanted the kiss to end, so you drew the hands braced under his blazer around his neck. Soon, that didn’t feel close enough, so you cupped each side of his face and pecked Damian until you were breathless. He brought you in until your arms were flat to his chest, the kiss almost vertical in its intensity.

He groaned when you parted, gasping and blinking just inches from your face. Your mouths were still connected by a thick string of drool, which hung until it split and clung to Damian’s chin and fell, marking a wet strip down into his collar. You panted, watching it go.

Damian left your waist to hold your wrists, keeping your hands around his face. He settled warmly into your touch, basking in it, and the pure enjoyment on his face made you smile. You wondered if anyone else had cared for him like this. If Damian had ever felt someone hold his face and treasure it. The thought gave you a strange urge, so you followed it.

You brought Damian’s brow level with your mouth and sweetly kissed his forehead. Then his nose bridge, then his temples. His face was so quickly warm that you giggled. In the most unsubtle way possible, Damian drew back his hips so you couldn’t feel the heat there, and closed his eyes, begging you to continue.

“I want you,” you whispered against his jaw.

Damian shivered. “You have me.”

You shifted one hand to his shoulder, giving yourself more room to nuzzle and kiss his neck. The line of drool was still there, so you cupped his skin and tilted his jaw up, and in one stroke, licked all the way to his earlobe. Damian’s moan poured from his mouth like a growing flood. You even felt his thighs press together between you, and pleasure tingled in your throat when he choked at the glide of your tongue.

He released your wrists, reached beside you, and locked the door with an audible click.

Then, Damian devoured you. Both hands hooked around your back, arching your chest into his, and finally, bringing his bulge between your hips. You clung to him for dear life, helpless as his teeth pressed into your neck like a vampire. Damian fed like one, too, suckling the skin there like he was starved. Your panties were so wet that you were desperate to get out of them, grinding your core against his.

Damian retreated, gasping. He licked the spit off of his lips and glared into your eyes. Bluntly, he said, “I want to eat you out.”

Once more, you kissed him, delirious with excitement. Your lungs burned for air, but your core burned harder for him. “Take off that suit and you can do whatever you want to me.”

His eyes gleamed. “I plan to.”

Quickly, you shoved your hands into his sleeves and pushed them off his shoulders, giving you a crisp glimpse at his carved shoulders. Damian's fingers blurred from button to button, but he saved the last for you on purpose. You worked in tandem and with little thought. If he could, Damian would steal a kiss, and you would bite his lip and chase him into more. When that last button was popped, his white button-down parted for a gorgeous plane of hard-earned muscle. His abs, ribs and pecs were pockmarked with scars, shrapnel marks and in some places, bullet holes. You stopped.

At your staring, Damian pressed his lips together.

“It's.. not appealing, I know,” he monotoned.

“No,” you disagreed, palming his stomach, “it’s impressive. All these do is show how strong you are, how long you've survived. You're so… built...” you didn't hide your thorough examination of him, “...I mean, we have to be to do what we do, but still… It suits you. It's sexy.”

You worried you'd ruined the moment with your babbling, but he glimmered under your praise. Damian brightened in the way only Damian could, smirking devilishly and towering over you like a supervillain.

“Sexy?” He pressed his naked chest into yours, whispering hotly in your ear. You could feel his silk tie pinned between you. “Does that mean I'm your type?”

You rolled your eyes. “Eavesdropper.”

“Temptress,” Damian replied, just as easily.

To claim your title, you found Damian's belt and pulled on it until the clasp gave. It made a satisfying whipping noise as you ripped it off of him, shouldered into his space to grab his waist in one hand, and cupped his throbbing boxers in the other. Damian's sigh came hoarsely and wanton from his mouth.

“Fuck me,” you demanded, grinning with delight.

Instead of wasting time on a response, Damian fell to his knees, a faithful worshipper. He did the gentlemanly thing and helped you kick off your heels. The tile was icy on your bare feet, but it only mattered until Damian ran his hands up your thighs. Sliding his fingers underneath the fabric, he bunched it up your middle, peering up at you smugly through his lashes. You could feel the debauchery of it - Damian, on his knees, tie hanging still from his neck, pinning you to the door. You, your legs spread and wanting.

Damian sucked in a breath. Your panties had an obvious wet patch, put there by him. He thumbed it carefully, watching your brows tense and your eyes close, basking in your initial whine. All of it enchanted him. You were soaking because of him, trembling because of him, marked because of him. There was not one place he would rather be than here.

Damian collected your sweetness and sampled the taste on his thumb, trapping it behind his smug smile. He ran his tongue over his teeth, spreading the flavor around his mouth, savoring it. As Damian rolled your underwear down your legs, his cock twitched in his open fly. You were beautiful. Oh, he was going to enjoy this.

“Put your leg over my shoulder,” Damian ordered, smirking, “I want to taste you.”

Warmth exploded in your cheeks. “G-go ahead.”

Gradually, you situated your leg across his back, pussy tensing at the touch of the cooler air. This didn't matter for long. Damian's warm lips nuzzled and kissed the thigh closest to him, painting messy reflective circles on your skin with his kiss. Even that made your legs tense wildly, so Damian shoving his wet, blazing tongue into the folds of you cunt pumped moan after moan from your mouth.

“Damian!” You yelped.

Oh, he definitely liked that. Damian pinched your ass and used his mouth so passionately that his head shook back and forth. He darted right for your clit, sucking it until his cheeks were hollow and humming smugly between your legs with every squeal. Parting your folds with one hand, Damian kissed your core just as dirtily as he'd kissed you. The dangerous glint in his eye never faded. He plunges his tongue inside you in earnest, slurping obscenely, purposefully. There's no need for Damian to shoot you cute looks or put on a show - his skill was the performance, because that skill was unbeatable. Your pussy was already tender, fucked nerveless by Damian's filthy mouth. He vibrated your cunt with a deep groan before he drew away, face dripping with slick like a pornstar’s.

“You're suitably wet,” he said, matter-of-factly, “would you like me to use my fingers?”

All the strength you had went into a weak, pleading nod.

Damian was polite enough to grant you your bearings first, letting you grip his hair and squeeze the counter before he resumes. You give him the sweetest, most precious whine when Damian licks you open again. He wisely starts with one finger and builds from there, earning you with pumps and curls of his digits. Damian's talents quickly become a currency, one that you exchange with mewls and pants of praise.

“So good,” you whine, “oh, fuck - fuck, just like that…”

Damian smirks between your legs, jamming his fingers faster into your sore pussy. Lust sizzles low in your gut, ramped up again and again by his thrusting. It’s so powerful that you roll and buck off the door, your hips in his face. You want him - want him more than you want anything.

“You're ravaging,” Damian hums between licks. His eyes are closed, but that only gives the way he touches you more meaning.

It’s so surprising from his mouth that your hold on his hair slips, setting Damian free. He pants, catching his breath, and it’s easily the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen in your life. The effort has slouched him from his knees to his calves, further spreading his legs and opening up the fly of his pants. A solid bulge has formed and spilled out there, straining to escape his briefs like an arm in a sling that’s too small, way too small, for someone of his size. Three of Damian’s fingers are still twisting inside of you.

Slowly, Damian tipped back his head and hung down, arranging himself beneath your cunt. “So beautiful.” His free hand splayed where your leg met your hip. “May I touch you?”

“I-I get it’s the gentleman thing to do, to - to keep asking, but fuck, Damian,” you cursed, “you can do whatever you want to me.”

Damian’s intense jade eyes were so dilated that you could barely make out the color. He dragged his cheek against your thigh, fingers still circling inside you, and grinned like a shark. It was probably a bad idea to give the heir to the Demon’s Head that much power over you.

His other hand squeezed your skin, slow to passionate, from your belly to your breasts beneath your dress. It’s clear by the way Damian looks at you that he loves what he sees. The texture of his veiny, calloused hands feels good on your waist and ass, dragging you closer to him. He chuckles when your back arches, when your nails press into his hands, his back muscles, throwing himself into his task. Damian’s nose prods your folds as he licks you clean, tongue dipping and sliding against your sore clit. It’s like he’s done this for you before, in this exact way. Though he utilizes his tongue the most, his lips too are brutal, matched perfectly to fit your pussy lips.

But that tongue - how Damian’s jaw isn’t tired, you don’t know. He parts your folds and latches onto your clit, flicking his tongue at superspeed until drool and cum bubbles from your sensitive core. Your back winds tighter at every vibrating lick, paralyzing the muscles in your legs with glorious pleasure. It’s so exquisite you start to melt to the floor like warm clay, only to be bolstered back up by Damian, both hands viciously squeezing your ass. He keeps going not for you, but himself, sucking down every last drop of your juices.

Shattered, you twist hopelessly into his mouth, chasing the strained feeling like it’s the last you’ll ever glimpse. “Fuck, fuck - D-Damian, ah…”

“Did it feel good when I made you cum?” He teases, “It certainly tastes good. All those filthy little noises you make for me…” Damian shakes his head at himself, like it’s too fantastic to indulge again. He leaves your clit with a satisfied kiss. “Beautiful.”

Once more, the words are surprising to hear from him. You always considered Damian the prude type, but here he is, on his knees for you, mouth and chin glittering with your juices while he teases you in low, sexy tones. At your surprised look, Damian has the gall to blush.

With his ring finger in his mouth, he ponders, “If a man has never said that to you before...” pop, “consider me surprised.”

“Never while finger-fucking me, at least,” you admited, legs still trembelling. “It was sweet. You… you meant that?”

It was hard to imagine Damian Wayne finding anything beautiful. Even you, who was pretty enamored with him, figured he would judge by quality or skill, not beauty. The words tasted new on his tongue.

Slowly, Damian stood and stretched, his shoulders tight after staying in the strange position for so long. Lifting his arms coincidentally let his waistband sit lower on his hips, flashing his green boxers your way while showing off the huge, carved muscles of his arms. Truly, Damian’s subtlety was unmatched. You didn’t mind his miniature bragging fest - not when he had so much to brag about. Eating you out had put an excited shimmer in his skin, so the gold-toned lights of the room reflected sexily off his sweat, already accenting his kissable tan.

“I did,” he told you, moving on to his sucking middle finger. His other hand played on your thigh, stroking it. “I’ve always been… drawn to you. Every mission we’ve had together. I have a profound feeling that we are very similar.”

You laughed. Not at what he said, but the timing of it. “Would you believe me if I said I felt the same way?”

Damian made a face like his heart was doing jumping jacks. “A few hours ago? No. But now…” he barricaded you against the door, first with his hands and then his hips, closed in so tightly that you had to look past your nose to meet his eyes. “Your crush is adorably obvious. I’m annoyed that I didn’t see it before.”

Your rounded your hands against Damian’s shoulders, then his tie. It twisted nicely around your fingers, silky and cold in comparison to your flushed skin. You were tempted to fix your dress, but nothing, not even the world ending, could make you leave this room.

“My crush is obvious? Damian, all you’ve done for the last two hours is sneak me drinks and imply how much easier it is to be around me.” You grinned, “What’d you say earlier? There you are, Queen. Finally, someone intelligent enough to speak to me.”

Damian shrugged. “It’s true. Your knowledge of bioluminescent ocean life is fascinating.”

“I can’t believe you said that after giving me head for ten minutes.”

“It’s actually been closer to twelve,” Damian smirked.

Playfully, you pinched Damian’s cheek, then pulled him by the tie into a starved, energetic kiss. He must’ve been praying for your permission to continue, because the plan he’d been forming is quickly put into action. You’re hugged, arms scooped under your back as you kiss him. Damian surrenders his mouth to a bit of revenge tonguing while undoing your dress. No amount of kissing will pull him from his task, but your hand is a special case - it smooths down the front of his boxers and Damian melts.

“Y/N,” he groans.

Damian petulantly resists the temptation to close his eyes, but your touch is soft and sweet, demanding him to yield. Your lips suckle on his neck and Damian’s knees buckle. If getting his mouth between your legs didn’t turn him on, then this will finish him for sure.

“I missed you. Kissing you.” You purr into his throat. “One could never be enough for me.”

Is this what it’s like to be wanted? Damian asked himself. The only possible answer thrilled him, and he found himself pouring even more passion into the kiss, into you, wanting to share that rush of affection. You respond to his every touch with vigor. Damian’s heart stalls each time your thumb strokes his face, each time the other strokes him through his slacks.

“Me either,” he rasped, and helped you out of your dress. His tone was shy, but his words held too much depth to be meaningless. I want a wealth of them. I always want to kiss you, was what he wanted to say, but Damian was too embarrassed to raise the words. This moment was too special to ruin with his hopeless romanticism. He kissed you again and again, and to his amazement, you kissed him right back.

“Fuck me,” you begged him between breaths. “Right here. I don’t care if we’re caught.”

I don’t care if we’re seen together. I want to be seen with you, I’m not ashamed of you.

Damian cupped your face and almost knocked you both over with the strength of his kiss. Nose-to-nose, eyes closed, he commanded, “Bend over the fucking counter.”

In a blink, Damian turned and there you were, open and waiting for him. The sink was hip-level, so the bend was nothing but perfect - Damian could fuck you from behind and watch your lust-blown reflection without issue. Your perfect pussy drooled leftover cum down your legs, making your sex shine in the light.

In the mirror, you watched Damian’s eyes darken in delight. His pupils followed the line of your ass to your back, appreciating it like an artist would, like he intended to paint you later and needed to memorize the greatest shapes of your figure. The marble was icy against your hard nipples, which Damian had exposed when he’d impatiently shoved down your bra. Now, he cupped one of your breasts as he bent over you, kissing and suckling his way down your back.

“Perfect,” Damian hissed.

Shyly pressing your butt back against him, you buried your face in your arms and bit your lip, waiting for him to open you up. Damian’s shadow came to hover over you, and in the mirror his eyes were vicious, pools of circling sharks. “Are you ready?”

“Mhm,” you nodded. “Take your time.”

Though you weren’t being sarcastic, Damian took it that way and pinched one cheek of your ass. “With you? I will.” Then, with the same smoothness, Damian asked, “Condom?”

“Pill,” you replied, and Damian nodded his approval.

His pants rustled as they fell down his legs. Where you couldn’t see, Damian committed the sight to memory - his cock in hand, your pussy spread open, all for him. You squeaked when his hot tip touched your cooling clit, and squeaked again when it glided down your pussy and tested your opening. He knew he’d found the way when you winced.

In an unsurprising moment of compassion (for those who truly knew him), Damian kissed the top of your head and offered you his hand. “Would you like to hold it while I…?”

You took his hand and squeezed it to your chest, squeezing him closer in the process, too. “Thank you. Go slow, for this part…”

Damian complied. His sweat-sticky chest hovered warmly over your back. Even if Damian was big, you were wetter than you’d ever been in your entire life - any pain would quickly slide into pleasure. He braced himself with a deep inhale, and a hot, sharp sensation told you that he’d entered you. Where you choked in a needy gasp, Damian poured out his version of a whimper. You both held it. Then, breath by breath, you were struck with the realization that you’d been dying to feel this for weeks, for months, and only now was that heat being satisfied. Damian’s tongue and fingers had come close, but this is what would cure that aching emptiness - his big, girthy cock.

The deathgrip you had on Damian’s hand loosened. “You look perfect,” he murmured into your hair, instantly making your core flutter. “Oh,” he chuckled filthily, “you like that? Funny, how badly that idiot at the bar wanted to be in my place right now…but it’s me who gets to pound into—”

“Damian,” you warned.

He smiled smugly against your neck. “Nothing.”

Dutifully, Damian withdrew his hips, taking all of the heat with him. When he rolled back in, a hot, tingling sensation roared over all of your senses, and you let the moan at the top of that tsunami loose. It was clear that he couldn’t fuck you like he wanted to with one hand fished down at your side, so he glued both to the base of your back and started to thrust in earnest.

“So full...” You mewled, and Damian became a human pile-driver.

Your head seemed to roll off your shoulders with every crazed, rhythmic slam, so you grabbed the faucet and held on for dear life. Every slap was so loud, so powerful, that you prayed this one random bathroom in the penthouse was soundproofed. Anyone walking past would know you were getting railed out of your mind. You tried to compensate by moaning and squeaking quietly, but with force came volume. It didn’t matter how silent you were, Damian’s hips, your ass, the squelch of him inside you - each noise filled the bathroom, echoing off the tile.

The only way you could think to describe him was filling. First, there was the hot, cinching tension of his hands fused to your waist. Then there was his cock, which begged to be squeezed more and more with every pass. You responded to each throb with a mighty clench, which bent Damian over you like an animal, gasping for breath. His balls were painted with your slick. The closer you came to orgasm together, the closer Damian came to you. His hands migrated to higher on your sides, then up by your shoulders, then around you, where Damian kissed your back and rubbed your belly while he made love to you. He talked more than he moaned. Your ear was filled with sweet nothings, with vicious promises of what he would do with a whole night alone with you.

Damian’s reflection was wild with lust. He met your eyes as he fucked you, whispering how beautiful you are, how good you take his dick. His deep green eyes were so dark you couldn’t make out the brown in them anymore. The long muscles on his arms drew taut with each thrust, making his biceps bulge and pin your hips to the sink. Soon enough, a bruise would form from the pressure. One of many treasures from tonight - you would be thinking about Damian in his crisp suit for months to come, and the mess he’d become with you now even longer. Your pleasure built and built and built, like a nail struck further into the ground with a hammer. A very, very big hammer.

“M’ cumming,” Damian husked, slowing his plowing to a sloppy glide. Even his endurance was spent, and you were glad he’d spent it all on you. “Where d’ you…?”

You braced your hands on the counter, then on one of Damian’s. Together, you smoothed his digits down your stomach and between your soft, abused folds. “Inside me, please, please please—” you begged him, “fuck, a-as deep as you can go.”

As a test of your flexibility, Damian turned in and kissed you. Just as he parted your lips with his tongue, he parted your folds with his fingertips, overriding your clit as his cock throbbed inside you to the hilt. He took the invitation as a command. Damian pressed in until you could feel his abs mold to your ass, then stuttered his hips in quick, agonized dips to get himself there. With his fingers and his cock putting stars in your eyes, you finished first.

The white marble counter fizzed in your vision, until all you could see was that powerful, endless white, humming in your mind’s eye. Still, Damian wasn’t finished yet. You bumped your temple against his chin and hummed, “Cum for me, baby… fuck, a-ah!”

Your pussy’s throb raced and raced until it spilled over, pulling Damian right under the current. One clench and he was done for, so the velvety, periodic squeeze of your cunt emptied his store. You hung there, spasming in unison, until that overwhelming heat spurted in a ring around Damian’s cock and flooded out of you. Only then did his fingers stop on your clit, and you settled warmly in each other's arms and tried to remember your names and who you were.

Damian pulled out, then snuggled back in. He would’ve been nervous any other time, but he’d just put his dick inside you, so a little instinctive cuddling could be forgiven. On shaky legs, you turned around and sunk into him. You could tell by how he was eyeing the sink that he was desperate to get clean again, so with one kiss (on the cheek), you set Damian loose.

In companionable silence, Damian cleaned up and you collected the clothes abandoned on the floor. Staring at the corner where you’d just had the best sex of your life put an embarassingly pleasant warmth in your chest. Interesting, how one terrifying moment could become something as special as this. Fascinating, how you’d felt like you’d known him all your life.

“You know… I think you’re excellent, too.” You told him, finishing off the knot for his tie.

Damian dipped his head to hide his smile, but something so bright was impossible to hide.

[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

rhinestone eyes

PAIRING: Rich Boy!Eren x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS [present+future]: infidelity, dubcon, gaslighting, manipulative and toxic behavior, toxic relationship, sexual content, yandere tendencies, suggestive hand-holding

part one

kofi

There's a sneer on Eren's face as green eyes behind Versace aviators glide over your form, staring you up and down. His gaze is so penetrative, it makes your teeth chatter. Maybe he was just checking you out. Maybe he was scrutinizing every blemish.

You suddenly feel so very small in your tennis skirt, the tight collared shirt stretching over your breasts, and wished that today out of all days wasn't when you decided to dress a little more stylish.

"Fancy seeing you here." His voice is nonchalant but there's a tone of humor that accompanies his brisk words. How long would it be until he laughs at you?

He scowls, "Are you mute or something? Why aren't you greeting me back properly?"

"Eren," You took a deep breath, "What are you doing in Paris?"

It occurs to you that you've never seen him out of his uniform before. He's wearing a light blue button-down, half the buttons left unfastened, polo shorts, an expensive black watch glittering on his wrist, silver rings on his slender fingers, and a thin silver chain dangling around his neck.

He's also acquired a new piercing, industrial, judging by the bar across his ear. The silver glints harshly under the sun.

"Are you done burning holes through me?"

You blush, embarrassment coloring your cheeks: "No, I'm just surprised." You tucked a loose lock of hair behind your ear, "Didn't expect to run into anyone I knew in another country."

You were just taking a pleasant walk in the acclaimed Champs-Élysées, the avenue every bit as a picture-perfect postcard as it had been described.

"Have you eaten?" The question is spoken with a sigh like he couldn't believe he was asking you this, and you couldn't either.

"Oh, um, no?" You responded, bewildered.

He runs a hand through his dark hair, which reached the nape of his neck by now: "I know a cafe around here. Let's get brunch. We'll talk there."

You don't know what possessed you to nod but you did so, trying to match his quick and long strides. The walk was silent, presumably because the two of you were saving your burning questions for the cafe.

He rolls his eyes when you stutter through your French. He raises a hand, and simply tells the waiter his order and dismisses him. His French is flawless and you're tempted to ask him how it's so good, but you already know the answer. Probably had hordes of tutors to help him.

Merci Monsieur

"Wait," You remark to Eren, "I didn't order."

"I ordered for us. Pain au chocolate, savory crepes, eggs, and ham. Coffee after. For me. Hot chocolate for you because you don't drink coffee."

Oh. That actually sounds good. How did he know your beverage preferences?

He fishes out a cigarette from his pocket, skinny and hand-rolled, "So what are you doing here? No offense but you don't exactly seem like you can afford a vacation to France. "

Now is your turn to sigh. You've nearly forgotten how blunt he could be: "Here on an internship. For art" You supply.

"I assume you just regularly come to Paris every summer?"

He doesn't deny or verify your statement, "Something like that."

"So you're staying at a hostel or?" He asks, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke that makes your nose wrinkle.

The waiter comes by with food, and you turn to Eren with a sour look, "I sincerely hope you're not going to smoke while we're eating."

To your utter surprise, he ashes the cigarette. You were expecting a witty and mean retort at the very minimum, not silent compliance.

You pick up the earlier conversation, "Well, I'm actually staying with my boyfriend." You mummer the last word quietly but the viridian-eyed boy's ears are keen. You don't notice how his grip on the knife tightens.

"You're staying with your boyfriend?" He repeats.

You nod, "Yeah, he's an art student too."

The rest of the meal is completed in sparing small-talk and lengths of silence. But it's not awkward. It's weird. On one hand, having brunch with Eren Yeager in fucking Paris, heir to a billionaire pharmaceutical company should feel surreal, but it's strangely peaceful. You feel more at peace sitting across from him in France than you did when he sat next to you in homeroom.

When it's time to pay the check, Eren looks amused by the very notion of you digging into your purse.

"What kind of gentleman would I be if I let the lady pay?" His words are spoken with a teasing smile.

You roll your eyes but can't help a glimmer of a smile from peeking through on your lips, "Didn't take you much for a gentleman."

He tosses his black card on the bill, "You'd be surprised."

What's there left to do now? Is it time to part ways? There's a part of you that craves more but life has taught you to not be greedy when you already have so so much.

You dabble the corner of your lips with a napkin, "Well, this has been fun-"

"Wait, uh, do you wanna check out the Louvre? Since you're an art student and all, you might uh enjoy it."

You stare at him. Is he tongue-tied?

"You've probably there been a million times already."

"Yeah...but you haven't been, right?"

You blink before breaking into a smile that Eren is sure is going to give him heart palpations, so sunny and bright.

"I would love to!"

You guys check out Mona Lisa for the sheer novelty, and you're bouncing around the museum, oohing and ahhing at the chiseled statues and Renaissance paintings. There is so much history here, it blows your mind.

Eren finds himself watching you more than the paintings. You have this veneer of snark that you wrap around yourself like a protective gauze (maybe that's how you maintain your survival in a world of hyenas) but you're different now.

You're yourself. Watching you here come alive in unbridled enthusiasm, eyes widened in passion, makes him reach out to his pocket and fish for his disposable film camera. He doesn't know if he's ever seen anyone in his vapid life look like the way you do, so filled with a zest for things that are greater than themselves.

He wants to burn you into his memory, praying to all the gods that you won't notice when he takes a picture of you admiring a bust of a goddess. He slyly tucks his camera back into his pocket.

The world seems to stand still when you tug his hand to show him a painting, an expression of unadulterated wonder on your face. But when you realize you pulled his hand, you immediately drop it like hot coals.

Why do you look so worried? Why do you look so scared?

"You can hold my hand if you want. It's-it's okay." He can't believe he's gotten the words out.

You're taking too long, your hands still hanging limply by your side, an indiscernible expression on your pretty face. Eren doesn't understand why it makes him so mad, why your sudden hesitation grated his nerves. Deciding to make your choice for you, he grabs your hand, squeezing your palm as he flashes you the charismatic smile that's got him out of countless incidents.

He doesn't like the expression of worry marring your features. Where did the happy jovial girl go? Just a few seconds, you were poking him with sparkles in your eyes, "Look at this Eren!" and "So beautiful, right?"

He forces another smile: "Show me the painting you wanted me to see." Maybe it was meant to be a request but it comes out as a demand.

You cast a glance at your joined hands, his grip borderline painful. "O-okay."

You lead him across the floor, and Eren can feel the stares of people around him. They are smiling. An older woman utters a "Un si charmant couple."

You take him to a grand painting. It's haunting and dark, swirling with so many shades of dusty red from vermillion to scarlet. A pregnant woman lies reclined, arm hanging and head lolling. She appears to be asleep, and there is a cacophony of men around her portrayed in varying degrees of stress.

"Death of a virgin", you breathed.

Such a macabre name, Eren thought as he gazed longer into the painting. He loosens his grip on your hand, testing whether you would pull away.

You don't.

It's raining outside and you're giggling.

"Fuck" Eren swears, "I'll call a cab."

You're a vision drenched in rain. Your clothes are soaked, and he could see the outline of your bra from your thin shirt. But it seems like you don't even care.

"Let's just enjoy it!" You cry out. There are thick droplets stuck in between your eyelashes, and you smell like rain too. It's dangerous, he can see chords of purple lightning flash the sky, thunder booming, and it's like you're dancing, the way you move so effortlessly.

You hook his hands in yours, "Doesn't this feel good?"

He feels like all his sins are being washed away, all the impurities and muck that clung onto him after nineteen years of existence. His heart nearly jumps out of his throat every time he looks at you.

He cups your chin and kisses you. When he feels the threadbare resistance, he kisses harsher, tongue and teeth swallowing your protests, coaxing your mouth open with a skillful pinch to your nipple. He pulls away just before you feel like all your breath has been robbed.

You're stunned speechless, "Eren...I...h-have a boyf-"

He kisses you again. And this time you kiss back, holding nothing back.

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inspo: @candy-hime's rich boy!shoto. the iconic golf club one <3

[unbidden-yidden-deactivated20240]

Thanks everyone for your kind comments. He was a lovely man and as a child my favorite grandparent. My parents and I's nickname for him was Grandpa Zoomie and he taught me not to like broccoli (parents were annoyed) and how to fish. He woke up every morning between 4 - 5 a.m. and went to bed between 8 - 9 p.m. because the fishing was better in the morning. He smoked a pipe from when he was 14 until he finally had to move into a smokeless retirement home in his 90s. Any time I smell that particular tobacco scent, I'm overwhelmed with childhood memories of him. He was a meat and potatoes guy and always had a nightcap with dinner. Despite all of that, he was somehow agile and healthy until his last few months. He was always so funny and he taught me woodworking and fly-fishing and had a giant golf ball collection that I would examine every time we visited in detail for the oddest one. He was a delightful grandpa and will be missed.

I will perhaps be around somewhat, but will be very quiet for the next week or so. Thanks again everyone for your kindness. 💙

Great, and now it looks like my last remaining grandparent is going into hospice.

[mrs-march-ahs]

how the evans would act when they have a crush on u ^^

How The Evans Act When They Have A Crush On You & How They React When You Tell Them You Like Them Too

Award for the longest title goes tooooo... me!

JAMES SUCKS BUT I MAKE UP FOR IT BY DOING BOTH KYLE’S AND A DETAILED KIT

Two other requests-

Could I please request how the Evans would react to their best friend (reader) admitting they're in love with them? 

Heyo! I’m not sure how this would go but how would the Evan’s react to a nervous/insecure reader confessing to them?

-I hope this is satisfactory, even though I don’t think it’s what you two wanted<3

Enjoy! :)

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Tate

-Would always just be interested in you

-Wanting to help you, watch you, talk to you, just constantly be around you

-But he’d also be insecure whether he was annoying you, so occasionally he would make himself invisible and just watch you

-Whatever hobbies you had, he’d love to watch you do them, paint, draw, write, play games

-If you played any instrument he would love to lay on your bed and listen to you, no matter how good or bad you were

-He would leave little sweet messages on the chalkboard and leave little post-it notes for you to find

-They would have fun little facts about birds or other trivial stuff but you would find them cute

-The occasional fact about something romantic, like ‘Every time you kiss somebody, your heart beat increases by 10-15 beats per minute’

-He might go a little far and leave a message like ‘Your dress looked pretty’, which you would find creepy since you didn’t know Tate was a ghost

Kit

-He thought of ways to tell you how he felt but because it seemed like your family was gonna live in the murder house for a while, cause you were all settling in well, he didn’t want to risk losing his friendship with you, since you were the only ghost with whom he really got along

-You walked down to the basement and said his name in a sing song voice, “Tateeeee”, “Come out come out wherever you are!”

-He showed up and you asked him if he wanted to go out on a real date

-He was obviously nervous, because you didn’t know yet that he was a ghost, but when he hesitated and you looked upset, he said yes right away

-You ran up and hugged him and kissed him on the cheek, making him blush and laugh, and whilst you were at school, he got some things ready and got candles and a table cover so make your kitchen look like a restaurant

-He ordered McDonalds delivery and got your chicken nuggets under a serving platter for effect

- “We are dining on, nuggets of the chicken”

-Although you were a little disappointed and wanted to go out on a real date with him, you found his effort cute

-He definitely played footsie with you under the table the whole date

-Definitely walked you to your room

- “Well… this is me…”

- “Just wanted to make sure you got home safe”

-Kissed you

oh my god I got so carried away

-You would first meet Kit when you first come and move to Massachusetts

-One day you want to venture out and get an taxi to go to town, only a few minutes later to realise you don’t have your wallet

-You awkwardly tell the driver that if takes you back home quickly, you can get money and you will pay him right away

-But since Boston men aren’t usually so sweet, he just kicks you out, leaving you to wander the motorway alone late at night, far away from your home and hoping to quickly find somewhere to go

-Eventually you stumble upon a gas station, and as you walk up, a hand appearing on your shoulder makes you automatically turn around and push whoever touched you to the ground

-The man in blue uniform gets up slowly with his hands up defensively, “Hey hey, didn’t mean to startle ya, miss”

-You apologise, feeling stupid for this kind of encounter, but he doesn’t seem to mind as much as you’d think

- “It’s always nice to see a woman able to protect herself”, he smiles

-He offers to drive you home, and you thank him dearly, explaining to him that you don’t have a car yet, having only just moved here

-He offers to take you to buy one, knowing an awful lot about cars, and to convince you further, tells you that any man working in a car salon will try to sell a single lady a piece of junk for a high price

-You agree, thinking that the offer is sweet, and he takes you to buy yourself a car, to make the date even more fun, Kit tells you to pretend you’re an old married couple

- “Miss Walka over here needs a car, good Sir”

-At some point while looking at cars, Kit holds your hand and you don’t even notice

-He negotiates a good deal with the salesman, and you get a car together

- “Your husband just got you an awfully good deal, Madam, he’s a man who deserves a good meal and a cold beer if I’ve ever seen one”, the salesman laughs, signing the last of the papers before handing Kit the keys to your car. “Oh, he’ll get more than that”, you say to tease Kit, before smiling at him sweetly. Kit blinks at you, before turning back to the salesman and shaking his hand. As the two of you walk away, Kit looks at you in disbelief, the thought of your dirty words clearly plastered in his mind. “Did ya mean what you said back there?”. He says, as he opens the car door for you. “Whatever do you mean?”, you act stupid. “I was just pretending to be your wife, Mr Walka”

-When he has a crush on you, he gives you sooo many compliments

-Little dirty innuendos

-Would definitely call you and talk to you late night on the phone until one of you fell asleep (house phone if they had them)

-He’s the kind of person to tell you that he got a visit from a cute dog earlier at the gas station and it made him think of you

 Kyle

-Every time you go to get gas from Kit, he gives you only a little amount, so you have a reason to keep coming back

-One time when you go get gas from him, you forget your wallet again, and he teases you about it

-He lets you off and pays for your gas

- “I owe you, Mr Walka”

- “How about a date?”

-You smile at how confident he is, and nod excitedly, having been waiting for him to ask you for a while now

-Kit winks at you and waves as you drive off, completely melted inside about finally getting his girl

-Even though he’s always confident, he’s still a little shy and awkward around you when he sees you in class

-If all of his friends are in a class messing around, throwing stuff, being loud, and you walk it, he tells everybody to shut up because there’s a lady present

- “Hey careful, make sure you don’t throw it at her”

-It’s not until he sees you at a huge party, that he’s confident enough to go up to you

-Even though he’s more than happy to flirt, he’s just not confident enough to do that last step and ask you out somewhere

-He’ll bring you a drink and  talk and flirt with you, and you’ll definitely get the hint

-He slowly lifts his arm up and stretches it over you, trying to do the classic yawn move, hoping you won’t notice or mind. You look over at him and narrow your eyes in fake suspicion.

- “Didn’t you come here with a movie star? Surely you get handsome men bringing you drinks all the time?”, he says, motioning to the drink in your hand.

“You calling yourself handsome?”, you tease him. Kyle laughs a breathy awkward laugh and nods. “Well yeah”

-When you do ask him for a date, he insists that he take the initiative to plan what you two do

-Clearly wanting to make a good first impression, he’d take you somewhere interesting

-Aquarium, in which he’ll make up clearly fake facts about the fish just to make you laugh

-Bowling, just so he can tease you about how much you suck

-Mini golf, so, even though you know how to play, he can wrap his arms around you and help you put

-And if he does take you to the movies, you aren’t spending a dime

-He’ll also wrap his arm around you not-so subtly

Franken Kyle

“Whatcha doin there, hm?”. Kyle leans into your ear and whispers.

“Just in case you get scared, you can cuddle up to me”

“Kyle we’re watching the Lego movie”

Jimmy

-You’re a witch at the academy, and with Kyle’s very slow progress to getting better, both Zoe and Madison are getting slightly tired of having to constantly take care of him

-But you don’t mind, finding his Frankenstein state cute

-Whenever he stumbles into the kitchen by himself you always help him make food

-If he’s ever struggling with anything, he usually comes to you, knowing you’re the most patient out of them all

-Then, one night, all the teens in the academy go to a party, while you lay in bed

-But when the rain starts to get really heavy and the first thunder growls, Kyle rushes into your room, before slowly knowing and peaking his head out, clearly scared

-You let him come and lay with you, rubbing his back to calm him down

-Although no real words are spoken, it’s from that moment that you decide to take on all responsibilities relating to Kyle, the good and the bad

-He’s admired you from afar for a very long time, ever since the first time you joined the circus

-You were incredibly flexible, and always showing off to everyone and practicing on stage

-He would always come and watch you practice, cheering you on more than anybody else

-You called Jimmy ‘my cheerleader’

-It made him blush every time

-Amazon Eve always told him to just ask you for dinner, but the only thing that stopped him was the thought that you wouldn’t want to go out and be seen with a freak like him, especially since your body looked so normal that you didn’t have to hide anything

-Eve and Paul reminded Jimmy that it’s him who’s always the most confident in going out into the real world, and he mustn’t be scared

-When they all plan to go to a diner together, as a protest to being shunned from society, you find his leadership charming and happily go with them

-Even though you all get kicked out, you calm Jimmy down and take care of him when his dad beats him up

James

-You wipe the scars on his face and tell him how brave you think he is

- Trying to gain confidence, you take a deep breath before making the move. “Maybe the two of us should go to that diner”. Jimmy looks up at you, as if he expects you to keep talking. When the nerves hit you all at once, you begin rambling. “You know cause if the two of us go and they’re okay with that then maybe we can start going with the others one by one, and then you know we’ll ease our way back into society and stuff”. You laugh a breathy laugh, but Jimmy says nothing. With every silent second passing, your heart begins to break. But luckily for you, Jimmy speaks up. “Wait, are you asking me out? Like… on a date? To the diner?”. “What if I were?”, you quietly reply. He smiles wide and pulls you closer to him, “I’d love that”.

-James is definitely the least subtle

-Constantly giving you compliments, kisses and gifts

-Opening every door for you and listening very carefully to everything you say

-He doesn’t want you to even think about another man, so he overwhelms you with every way he can show you he likes you

-I can imagine him organising a big ball or event at the hotel just so the two of you can dress up and go together

-He is also the most confident out of them all, although he is a softie around you, he has no trouble asking you anything he wants to you

-He’ll kiss your hand a lot and you’ll eventually get the hint

Kai

- “I would be most delighted if we were to make our relationship more official, and vow fully loyalty to one another”

-You agree and he is over the moon

-Once the two of you are in a relationship, the compliments, kisses and gifts don’t stop

-He will give you your space without him, but when the two of you are in the same room together, he treats your precious time together as if it’s sacred

-He will approximately 43 seconds into your relationship begin planning how he’s gonna kill you

-You can tell Kai likes you when he’s harsher on you than he is on other members of the cult

-He’ll be pissed at you for being a distraction for him

-He’ll definitely tell you when he’s impressed with you, when you murdered somebody or helped him plan something

-Even though he definitely would not want it

-If you proved to be smarter than him in any aspect, he’d be furious

-You’d be sat on his sofa while he’s talking to you about having to kill Sally because she’s getting in the way of him winning city council

- “Samuels looked at where she lives, and it has no back doors, no nothing, it’ll be impossible to get in her house without smashing windows and causing attention”

“Why don’t you get Ally to go to her first? If Meadow convinces her to go to Sally to talk about the cult, then the front door will be open”. Kai looks at you with angry eyebrows. “We’ll sit in the car and wait for a few seconds, she’ll let Ally in, won’t lock the door straight after her, and then let them talk for a minute before we just walk right in”

-His ego won’t let him take suggestions from somebody below him, so even though he wants to be proud of you for being smart, he’s mad

-He’ll sit for hooours trying to think of any other solution he physically can think of, to not go with what you suggested

-Around the cult, he’d treat you like everybody else though

- “Y/N’s idea was brilliant, Ally just walked in and they walked straight to sit down, she didn’t lock the door”

-He’d praise you to encourage you to think of ideas, which he would later be mad that you have

━━━━━━♡♤♡━━━━━━

-You’d find out how he felt about you during pinky power

-After being suspicious that he may have feelings for you for a while, you realised this is the only way to truly find out how he feels without him trying to manipulate you

-He’d ask you about something deep, and you’d latch on after he finishes a sentence to ask him your question

- “I have a question for you”

“Go ahead”

“How do you feel about me?”

Kai stays silent and continues to look you in the eye, taken aback by the question but not wanting to show it.

“When you’re with me, how do you feel?”

“I think you have real potential, you’re strong-”

“I’m not asking the Divine Ruler, I’m asking Kai, Kai Anderson”

He takes a deep breath before unintentionally breaking eye contact for a few seconds to think. You wait anxiously for the answer, and with every second passing you know what it will be.

“You’re special”, he starts, looking you in the eye again. “You’re valuable to the group, and to me. And I think you’d be a great… mother”. The last catches you off guard, not expecting Kai to be a family man or to think about this with you.

“You… you want me to… have your children?”

“I think our children would be indestructible, strong, powerful, decisive. They would be the seed of the better future”. Although it was a little forward for somebody you’ve never even kissed, you were beyond flattered, knowing how specific Kai is with traits in people.

“Let’s make a baby”, Kai says.

“Whoa whoa”, you laugh and unlink your pinky with his. “We’re not even dating, Kai”

“Why date if children is the ultimate purpose?”

“Then don’t look at is as dating… look at it… as getting to know the mother of your future children”

-Kai would love this and you’d soon end up dating

-And have like 6 kids

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[forevermerose]

Best Friend

Summary:

Becca and Gerard have been friends since they were 2 years old. Senior year is in session and Becca's feelings for Gerard are put on the line.

First time writing in a long while.

I don't own Donna, Mikey, or Gerard Way.

Pairing: Gerard Way x Original Character (Becca Masterson)

Word count: 5,218

Warnings: Mention of sexual protection 

 Thursday October 20, 1994

3:50 p.m

Ring-Ring-Ring-Ring

“Remember to read chapter 4! Have a good day everyone!” Everyone got up ignoring the teacher’s words to try to be the first one out of the room. I frantically shoved all my books into my bag, and hurried to the growing crowd of people blocking the door to get into the hallway. I somehow managed to squeeze to the front and sprinted towards my locker. When I arrived I sighed in relief, opened it and grabbed my gym bag, and slammed the door shut.

“Hey Becca! Are we still on for tonight or are you tutoring someone for history?” I jumped at the voice and lightly punched the guy the voice belonged to.

“Gerard, don’t scare me like that!” Gerard laughed at my reaction which made me laugh as well, and cool down to collect my thoughts.

“No history tutoring until next week. So we’re still on but I may be a little late. Tennis practice has been going on longer than expected this whole week.” We started walking the long journey to the tennis court engaging in conversation.

“Aww can’t you skip just this once. Please, for me!” Gerard gave me a look a child would give their parents asking for candy.

“As much as I would love to skip practice, I can't. I have that big tournament Saturday morning.” Gerard frowned in defeat. Causing me to feel bad.

“Can you at least stay the night? We could skip school tomorrow and you could practice at the court across from my house?” I thought about it for a while. Gerard and I never missed school and vacation wasn’t for another month. We also didn’t have tests tomorrow. I nodded my head at him.

“Sure thing! But I’m gonna need to grab an extra pair of clothes and pjs from my house.”

“I can go pick them up for you, to save you the drive. Your mom shouldn’t mind.”

“Mind? She’ll talk you into staying and make me go get your clothes.” We both laughed at the truth of our circumstances.

Gerard’s mom and my mom became best friends when my family moved into his neighborhood fifteenish years ago. As a result of that Gerard and I were taken everywhere with them from the age of two onwards. We grew closer from those outings becoming best friends to our mothers’ happiness.

“That sounds like Linda for you but with your tournament coming up I doubt she’ll do it,�� Gerard said, shaking his head.

“I bet you driving the golf cart to get your clothes if she makes you stay,” Gerard looked horrified. The golf cart was my dad’s most prized possession. He wouldn’t let anyone drive it beside himself. Gerard thought for a moment and gave me a devilish smile.

“Fine but if I win then you have to clean Mikey’s fish tank.” I nearly gagged at that thought. I love fish and aquatic life but Mikey and fish don’t mix. His tank smelled terrible and no one knew why as the fish was still alive.

“Deal then.” I ran ahead of him waiting for him to catch up.

“Oh my gosh was Becca talking to that nerd?”

“Why’s that douchebag around Becca doesn’t he know his place?”

“Hey, nerd the dumpsters that way!”

I looked towards Gerard and saw his head was down with a look of defeat. I gave death glares towards the people calling him names and mouthed, ‘fuck you’ to them. Ever since I joined the tennis team people have been treating me as a “popular girl”. It also didn’t help that my history teacher appointed me to become the tutor for history due to my stellar grades. Guys would purposely flunk to come see me which annoyed me. I would reject their flirting and plead to go out with me resulting in them bullying Gerard, because he was the only guy I would hang out with. If only they would give him a chance would they see the incredible guy he is.

“I’m so sorry Gerard.”

“I’m not a douchebag.”

“Of course you aren’t! You’re my best friend. They are the douchebag or should I say dickbags.” Gerard smiled lightly at me and mouthed ‘thank you’. We walked in silence until we passed the gym. Gerard stopped causing me to as well and then ran ahead of me.

“It’s payback time!” He turned around and stuck his tongue out at me.

“Hey, wait for me!” I ran towards him, catching up.

We finally made it to the tennis court that sat next to the student parking lot, and parted our ways. I watched him get into his car and waved bye to him.

“I’ll see you in a couple hours!” I yelled and waved like a maniac. He displayed his signature lopsided smile, waved at me pulling his car out of the parking spot and drove towards the direction of our neighborhood. I sighed and pushed my long blonde hair behind my ear as the image of his car disappeared into the distance.

“Masterson! Stop drooling over your boyfriend and get changed!” I looked towards the direction of my coach and rolled my eyes walking to the court’s locker room to change. I wish he was my boyfriend.

I’ve had a crush on Gerard since the 6th grade. As much as our mothers would be thrilled to know this I couldn’t tell them or him. I couldn’t risk losing our friendship over some silly feelings. Besides who’s to say he has the same feelings for me. I walked out of the locker room in my white tennis uniform and sat on the bench. I still have this year with Gerard and then we’ll be going to college together in Boston. I smiled at the thought of having more time with him.

“Everyone we’re doing singles today so I need Masterson and Prescott up here!” I smiled at my coach's words and grabbed my racket. Since I was going first I could leave earlier. I got into place and stared at my teammate across the court. I watched her toss the ball up into the air, swinging her racket which sent the ball my way. I smiled as it came near me, gripping my racket tighter and swung.

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6:30 p.m.

“Masterson, great job out there. I expect good things from you come Saturday.”

“Really?”

“Yes really! Now go home.” I smiled at my coach’s words and ran to the locker room showers. After drying off I changed into some new clothes consisting of a purple long sleeve top, flared dark blue jeans, and black converse; and walked out to my car. I got in and pulled my bulky cell phone out calling Gerard.

“Hello?”

“Hello! So what’s the verdict?”

“So you were right and your mom’s currently making me food.” He sounded embarrassed which made me laugh.

“I told you so! I’ll be there in 7 minutes.”

“See you!” He hung up allowing me to throw my cellphone in the passenger seat.

I buckled up and pulled out of my parking space and drove out of the parking lot to the main road. I drove until I could see my house come into view and slowed down to pull into the driveway. I parked next to Gerard’s car, grabbed my bags and headed to the front door. I opened the door, throwing my bags on the bench next to it.

“Becca, honey is that you?” I heard my mom calling as I was locking up.

“Yeah it’s me!” I walked into the kitchen and saw Gerard and my mom talking at the table. I smiled and walked towards them hugging my mom from behind.

“Hey mom. I see you have very dashing company,” I said in a fake southern accent. Gerard gave me a confused look but decided to play along.

“That would be me and who might this delightful gal be?” We started laughing while my mom rolled her eyes.

“You two and your jokes. Becca, honey I had your dad pull out the air mattress it’s in your room. Gerard, you can sleep there and I’ll lay out bedding for you in a little while.” My mom smiled at both of us, and got up walking to the stove to steer her chili.

“Thanks mom!”

“Thanks Linda!” Gerard and I got up and walked upstairs to my bedroom. We collapsed on my bed and just layed like that for a moment in silence.

“Gerard, it seems I won the bet.” I turned my head to look at him and smiled.

“Yes, you did and now Dan is going to hate me forever.”

“I don’t think he will. He sees you as the son he’s never had.”

“You really think so?” He turned his head towards me with hopeful eyes.

“Hmm let me think. He lets you drive his car if you need it. He’s teaching you to play guitar. He lets you sleep in the same room as his daughter. And he gets excited when good things happen to you and sad when you get hurt. I think my dad likes you.”

“I guess you’re right.” He smiled back at me.

“So when are we going out then?” I got up to grab a blanket and wrapped it around me falling back into bed next to him.

“When it gets dark it’ll be more fun.” Gerard looked at me and started laughing.

“You look like E.T. with the blanket wrapped around you like that.” I looked at him confused and sprinted to my dresser’s mirror. To my dismay I did look like E.T. I threw my blanket at Gerard.

“Now I don’t look like E.T.” I turned to him and stuck my tongue out. He lightly laughed at me and got off my bed to look at my bookcase filled with VHS tapes.

“I never realized how many tapes you had.”

“My dad and you got me most of them.”

“I have to stop doing that as often. You have too many.”

“Let’s watch 16 Candles!” I exclaimed sitting next to him holding the tape’s box. He looked as if he was disgusted.

“Fine, no 16 Candles. What genre is it tonight?” I placed the tape back and turned to him.

“Horror.” I got excited at his words but didn’t want to pick something that scary since we’d be going out later.

“I want it to be a little scary. Since we still have to go to your place and get your clothes.” Gerard thought for a minute and had an ah ha moment.

“You wanna watch Carrie?” Gerard pulled the tape out and turned towards me with a questionable look. I nodded my head getting up and walked over to the TV to get it set up. I changed the channel to 3 and turned the VCR on. Gerard placed the tape in and hit play as I turned the lights off and ran to my bed to escape the fake monsters. I wrapped the blanket around me again making sure to keep it on my shoulders instead of my head. Gerard took a seat next to me and motioned for some blanket which I allowed. The blanket was wrapped around us and we laid back watching the movie, commenting here and there on the decisions some of the teens made. I eventually heard snoring half way through and turned my head to see Gerard asleep. I shook my head and turned my lamp on.

Knock-Knock

“Becca?” My door opened revealing my mom.

“Dinners ready honey.” My mom then noticed Gerard was passed out.

“Okay mom. We’ll be down in a minute.”

“Becca, honey we need to talk.” My mom motioned for me to come into the hallway. I walked out, closing the door and took a seat on the bench next to her.

“What’s going on?” I was nervous and scared at what she was going to say.

“Becca, I know Gerard and you are friends.” Oh another plea for us to date, I relaxed.

“But do you know if you two will start dating?” I looked down, shaking my head.

“Mom, no. I can’t.”

“Why can’t you?”

“Mom.” I lowered my head and frowned.

“Mom, if we start dating and it doesn’t work out, I will lose him.” I got teary eyed and wiped them away.

“Becca, you two have been best friends for 16 years. I’ve seen the way you two act around each other and it’s closer than friends.” I looked up at her wide eyed.

“What do you mean?”

“You guys are always at Donna’s or our house. When you two have a school project and it’s a partner one, you always pair up. You two sleep in the same room when you’re over to stay the night. For home coming the past two years you both went together and came home pretty late.”

“Mom, we’re just real good friends.” My mom shook her head at my response.

“When I went over to their house Monday to help get Mikey situated after his wisdom teeth got pulled, he mentioned something. He was very out of it from the medicine and was speaking truthfully. He mentioned to Donna and I about how Gerard is a chicken for not asking you out already. We asked him what he meant and he said Gerard has liked you since 5th grade.” My eyes grew wide and my heart started going a mile a minute.

“Mom.”

“Becca, You two love each other. You need to tell him soon. Donna mentioned he’s going to college in New York.” I was still in shock and slightly mad and hurt he never told me his college plans changed. I just nodded my head. My mom smiled at me and got up to tell my dad dinner was ready. I just sat there taking in what she said. I tried to shake those thoughts away to no success and walked back into my room leaving the door open. I walked over to Gerard and started shaking him.

“Hey, it’s dinner time.” I said in a low voice. He moved his head and groaned a bit. His eyes opened slightly to suddenly close back up viewing the light from the hallway. He turned around and started to stretch followed by a yawn.

“Okay, hold on.” His voice sounded groggy which made my heart speed up. He lazily got up from my bed and yawned again following me out of my room. We walked down the stairs, passed through the living room and into the kitchen sitting in our usual seats.

“There you two are.” My mother smiled at Gerard and me.

“They finally came out of her cave.” My dad looked at Gerard and me with a fake shocked expression.

“Dad!” I was embarrassed at his remark. Gerard laughed at my dad’s comment allowing me to relax. We ate with small conversations here and there. Once dinner ended we helped clean up and then ran back upstairs to my room.

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8:21 P.M.

“Your mom’s chili is the best. She needs to give my mom her recipe.” Gerard sat on the floor blowing the last bit of the air mattress up.

“Right? I’d like to taste Donna’s version. She always makes changes making it her own.” I pulled the fitted sheet out and started placing it on the bed.

“That’s my mom for you.” Gerard rolled his eyes and grabbed the flat sheet and comforter placing it on the mattress. I pulled a pillow off my bed and placed it on the mattress. We looked over his “bed” for the night and felt something was missing. I turned to my bed and grabbed one of my teddy bears and placed it on his bed.

“Really?” Gerard jokingly asked.

“What Mr. Fuzzy bear will protect you.” I replied in a childlike manner. Gerard laughed at me and smiled.

“I know you’ve had him forever it seems.”

“Of course I do. You won him for me back at the fair.” I looked away so he wouldn’t see my blush and smiled.

“I didn’t think you’d keep him but I’m glad you did.” Gerard smiled at me and sat on my bed. I laid next to him still full from dinner. He crawled next to me and poked my cheek.

“Becca, you wanna go now?” I nodded my head enthusiastically and got up.

“Yes, let’s go!”

“First, let me mourn the life I had before your dad kills me” I rolled my eyes at his words.

“My dad loves you. I doubt he’ll be mad.” Gerard just shook his head and grabbed a spear jacket he left in my closet.

We shoved our shoes on and slowly walked down the stairs. My parents were nowhere in sight so we bolted to the garage door and opened it. It was colder than expected so I grabbed my winter coat and made Gerard wear one of my dad’s so he wouldn’t freeze to death. I opened the door to the garage again and grabbed the golf cart’s key from the key hook, and handed it to Gerard. Thankfully, my dad was just out in the cart giving us the advantage of a clear driveway and open garage.

We climbed into the cart and buckled up. Gerard nervously placed the keys in and started the cart up and backed out. He smoothly got us on the road and turned the radio on which relaxed him a bit. Gerard’s house was about 6 minutes away by car so we’d be there soon. I looked down at the radio and turned it to the alternative station.

“Becca look!” My head snapped up and looked where Gerard was pointing and my eyes went wide. A lot of the houses were fully decorated in lights and props for Halloween. I felt like a child again seeing the lights just made me forget about everything. I could tell Gerard felt the same way as he was driving slower than usual. He looked adorable with that goofy lopsided smile of his. My heart started to pound again and I felt a blush on my cheeks. Thankfully the cold weather could excuse it.

“Becca it feels like Christmas!” He was right; it felt like we walked into one of those parks that displayed Christmas lights everywhere. Sure we could have seen this in our car but nothing could beat the feeling we had right then. The cold autumn air hitting our face, the adrenalin we got from making turns that moved our body slightly out of the cart,  and the music and lights making us feel like the main character in a movie.

“Gerard, it's beautiful!” I felt an overwhelming sense of happiness but it quickly went away as we pulled into Gerard’s driveway.

He turned the cart off and unbuckled his seat belt.

“You coming?” I nodded my head and unbuckled my seat belt following him into the house. We walked down the basement stairs to Gerard’s room where he started shoving his clothes in a duffel bag, which led me to think about the conversation I had earlier with my mom. “”You guys are closer than friends. Gerard has liked you since the 5th grade. Donna said he’s going to a college in New York.”” I looked at Gerard and frowned. I didn’t want to be stuck as just his best friend. Especially since he’d be going to New York for school. The thought of another girl being with him made my blood boil. I had to tell him before he left. I was terrified but my mother’s words reassured me.

“You ready?” He turned back to me with a questionable stare.

“Gerard, there’s something I want to talk to you about.” Gerard looked worried and took a seat on his bed which I followed.

“Did I say something wrong?” He sounded worried.

“No you didn’t. I just. I.” This is way harder than I thought it’d be. I looked down taking a deep breath in and out.

“Becca?” He lowered his head and lifted my face so he could see me.

“Why didn’t you tell me about going to college in New York instead of Boston?” He looked shocked and embarrassed.

“Becca I-I was gonna tell you but you had your heart set on Boston. I didn’t want you to change your mind because of me. That tennis program is perfect for you and you’re bound to be scouted there.” I understood what he meant but it still hurt he didn’t tell me.

“What’s in New York?” I was scared of the answer being a girl.

“The art program is amazing there. You know I love drawing comics. I feel I can do more with that than the math program at Boston. The college has connections with big animation and publishing companies too.”

“I know you’ve always loved drawing. It’s just I wish you told me sooner.” I lowered my head looking down trying to think straight. The realization of this being our last year together hit me and I couldn’t hold back my tears. Gerard pulled me into a hug and started rocking me.

“Becca we’ll still be friends.” Hearing him say friends snapped me back to my mother’s words. I took a deep in and out and looked up at Gerard.

“Gerard, there's something I need to tell you. Promise me things won’t change.” Gerard looked confused but nodded his head.

“Gerard, I really like you.” I stared at his face trying to figure out a response by his facial expressions. He smiled.

“Becca, I like you too. That’s why we’re best friends.” My stomach and my expression dropped.

“No Gerard, I like you more than a best friend. I love you.” I held my breath waiting on his response. His eyes went wide and mouth dropped. I allowed myself to breathe seeing his lopsided smile appear on his face.

“Really?” Gerard questioned and looked down at me.

“Yes, I’ve liked you since 6th grade.” Gerard lowered his head to me pressing his forehead against mine.

“Gerard?”

“Becca.” My face turned red. Gerard moved his head closer and pressed his lips against mine. I instantly felt a jolt of electricity go throughout my body. This felt so right. I kissed back, wrapping my arms around his neck pulling him closer. I felt him smirk as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me on top of him falling back onto his bed. We lightly giggled at the sudden fall and continued kissing. This eventually turned into a make out session that was disturbed by the door swinging open.

“Gerard do you-.” Gerard and I pulled apart and sat on opposite sides of the bed with red faces.

“Nevermind.” Mikey’s face turned red from embarrassment and walked out of the room, closing the door. Gerard crawled towards me and wrapped his arms around me pulling me closer to him. I laid my head back relaxing into him and the bed. I never wanted this feeling to go away. We sat there for a minute in silence taking in what just happened.

“Becca, will you be my girlfriend?” My cheeks went red and my heart fluttered. I nodded my head enthusiastically.

“Of course so!” I broke away from his hug and turned around to kiss him. We fell back into a make out session but kept it short.

“We should get back to your place before Dan freak’s out.” I nodded my head and got off the bed with him. Gerard grabbed his bag and took my hand in his and walked up the stairs. When we got to the top of the stairs we heard Donna call for him.

“Gerard, are you home?” Gerard looked down at me and whispered, “stay here and wait till I tell her who’s here to come up.” I was confused since Donna loved it when I came over. He opened the door and walked into the kitchen where his mom was.

“Yeah mom?”

“Gerard, is Becca here? Dan’s golf cart is here and I know he doesn’t let anyone use it,” Donna sounded skeptical and worried.

“Becca? Oh you mean my girlfriend.” I felt that was my cue to walk up. I pushed the door open and walked into the kitchen and hugged Gerard. My eyes met a wide eye Donna. Her lips curved into a smile and her eyes filled with excitement.

“Becca, is this true?” I nodded my head and kissed Gerard’s cheek. Donna ran to us and hugged us saying how happy she was that one of her boys won my heart.

“I’m happy for you both. I’m guessing you have to leave since your dad’s golf cart is here.”

“Unfortunately yes.” I felt embarrassed on how she even knew my dad’s rule.

“Well, be careful getting home. Gerard, are you staying over or coming home?”

“I’ll be home tomorrow.” He motioned to his bag.

“Well again be careful you two.” Donna walked us both out and made sure we got on the road safely. We drove away waving bye and passed a couple houses before we heard a voice in the distance.

“Gerard, make sure to use protection!” Our faces went red and Gerard avoided eye contact with me until we started passing the houses with lights.

“Um sorry about that.”

“It’s okay. She’s just looking out for us.” Gerard slowed the cart down to take in the lights again.

“This really is beautiful. Can you imagine what they’ll do for Christmas?” Gerard turned to face me displaying his cute lopsided smile. I giggled at him and shook my head side to side.

“No I can’t but I know what we’re going to do in December.” We rode through the street of lights eventually speeding up once the lights disappeared.

“Hey, when we get back to your place. Do you want to watch 16 Candles?” I smiled in amazement at him and nodded my head.

“Yes please! What made you want to watch it? I thought you hated romance movies.”

“Well I just got an amazing girlfriend and I want to start showing her I care more about her interests. Plus I’m not that up to date on being romantic.” He smiled shyly towards me causing me to giggle.

“Your girlfriend sounds amazing.”

“I’m pretty sure you’d like her. She’s just like you.” I smiled at him and took his free hand in mine.

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9:15 p.m.

When we got back to my house we were scolded by my dad for taking the golf cart out. However, it was quickly forgiven when we told my mom and him we were officially dating. My mom had tears in her eyes and pulled me aside to give me “the talk” and told me where she stored the condoms. My face was red from embarrassment and all I wanted to do was disappear. Whereas for Gerard, my father pulled him aside telling him to take care of me, and he’d alway be there for him if he needed anything.

We finally escaped my parents and ran up to my room to change for bed. While Gerard was changing in the bathroom I was freaking out on what to wear. I couldn’t wear my normal matching pj set that looked like it belonged to my grandma. I tore my dresser apart until I found a cream silk set and threw it on. Gerard finally came out in a band tee and red checkered pants, while I put the last of my clothes back in the drawers.

“Are those new?” Gerard was confused and grabbed 16 Candles from the bookcase.

“Kind of.” I turned the TV on and took the tape from his hand and placed it into the VCR. We crawled onto my bed and grabbed the blanket we had earlier placing it over us and laid back. I laid my head on his chest and wrapped my arm around his waist. He laid his head on mine and his hand on my arm. We stole kisses from each other every so often when the movie got a little dull.

Once the movie ended we turned everything off and Gerard moved to the air bed. I layed in bed under the cover missing his warmth and started tossing and turning. I couldn’t sleep still thinking about his presence and the possibility of staying together, because of the school choice I made.

“Gerard, are you up?” I turned over and looked down to see if I could make out his figure.

“Yeah. I can’t sleep.”

“I can’t either.” We stayed silent for a minute.

“I’m coming up.” I was confused by his statement and moved when I saw his figure coming towards me. He lifted the covers and slid into bed with something.

“I brought Mr. Fuzzy bear too.” I got excited and took the bear into my arms hugging it and turned the other way facing away from Gerard.

“Hey, what about me?” Gerard sounded hurt so I turned around and laid in the same position we did earlier.

“Sorry, I’m here now.” I looked up to meet his eyes and kissed him quickly.

“Come back here.” He pulled me up to his level and kissed me over and over.

“Gerard?” He stopped and pulled back.

“Yeah?”

“What about college? I know New York will work best for you but Boston is so far away.” I felt awful bringing the topic up again but I knew it would be hard to keep the relationship alive living 4 hours away from each other.

“We’ll make it work Becca. I know we will.” I nuzzled my head into his neck and sighed. Then something hit me. The tournament I had this Saturday would have scouts from the NCSA. If I got scouted by them then I could study history in New York. My face lit up and I jolted up scaring Gerard.

“Ah, what happened?”

“Gerard the NCSA will be there Saturday!”

“The what?”

“The National College Scouting Association. They help you connect to the best school in any state. Even if the school isn’t known for the sport you pick, they'll help you get into programs to help you.”

“Really?”

“Yes!”

“But what will you study if you don’t do tennis?”

“History, you know I love learning and reading about it.”

“That’s true and you’re pretty damn good at it.”

“Yes I am.” I layed back down and nuzzled my head into his neck.

“Becca, please don’t do this just for me. I don’t want you to give up your dreams of tennis”

“I’m not. Besides, my mom said I should have a plan b just in case tennis didn’t work out. Plus do you really think I could play tennis as a career my whole life?” Gerard shook his head no and pulled me closer kissing the top of my head.

“No, I don't see you doing that the rest of your life.” Gerard started gently rubbing my arm.

“Hey Becca, I love you.”

“I love you Gerard.”

“Goodnight.”

“Night.”

We shared one last kiss before falling asleep in each other's arms.

-Becca Masterton has officially left the friend zone.-

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Kinktober Day 3: Bukkake

Kinktober Masterlist | Regular Masterlist

Pairing: Primarily Ben Hardy x Fem!Reader and Lucy Boynton x Fem!Reader + also Lucy Boynton x Rami Malek + Gwilym Lee + Joe Mazzello

Words: 4,881

Warnings: bukkake (obviously), oral sex (f receiving), 69ing, cumplay, vibrators, some overstimulation, degredation (being called a slut).

A/N: This is something of a sequel to The Dinner Party. As soon as I saw bukkake was an option for day 3 I knew I had to do something with the borhap boys and then I’m too much of a whore to leave out Lucy so here we are lmao.

The day after the dinner party was a mostly quiet one. Ben treated you to a massage which was very appreciated, and then spent the rest of the day showering you in affection, ignoring your protests that you should be thanking him since he’d helped you live one of your biggest fantasies. You spent a long while talking about it too, going over everything in more detail now that you were in a better headspace to think properly. You talked through the emotions the scene had brought up and how close it came to what you’d been imagining. Ben confided which parts he’d liked most and which parts had made him worried and how he’d come close to safe wording once, when Joe had been spanking you. But for the most part he’d enjoyed it as much as you had and you agreed that neither of you would be opposed to something similar happening again. Although you also agreed that if it was a one-off event that would be okay too.   

Everyone remained in London for some weeks though it was hard to organise a group hang out again. You did meet up with everyone individually – Rami and Lucy joined you when Ben bought tickets to the ballet, you met Joe for dinner and drinks, and played a round of golf with Gwil – but it was difficult to find a time you were all free again. And not for lack of trying. It just seemed as if half of you were always busy at any one time. Lucy kept pushing though, eager to see everyone again, and eventually the planets aligned. A meeting fell through here, a lunch was rescheduled there, and all of a sudden everyone was free. There was some back and forth in the group chat about where to meet but eventually it was decided that your place would serve best again. It felt as if everyone was being careful not to reference the last time they’d all come over. It had felt like that every time you’d seen any of them. The most anyone had said was that dinner had been nice and it was good to catch up. But neither you nor Ben were keen to be the ones that brought it up either. For one thing you didn’t want to seem as if you were fishing for compliments, but there was also the uncertainty about far they’d read into such a comment. But even with the slight awkwardness, neither of you had any complaints about hosting everyone again.   

There was a lot less to prepare this time around, just a small afternoon tea rather than a full dinner. Ben did a run to the store to pick up a few necessities like milk and bread and a bag of apples so you could whip up a simple teacake. You had a quick tidy-up but didn’t need to go to the same amount of effort you’d required to set up for the dinner party. You didn’t have to worry about moving the furniture around, or dressing provocatively, or digging out sex toys, or anything like that. And when everyone arrived you sat around the living room on whichever chairs were available with mugs of tea or coffee, chatting casually, and snacking on sandwiches and cake. Some wine and bottles of beer got opened but that was as raucous as the afternoon seemed likely to get. At least, until an hour or so in when there was a lull in the conversation.   

For a moment all the talk seemed to stop. It wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable. The silence was perfectly tolerable if a little odd considering how many of you there were. You were just about to ask Gwil how the project he was working on was going when Lucy spoke up.   “So that dinner party was fun.” She said, her eyes flicking from you to Ben and back again.   There was a chorus of agreement from everyone else and you giggled, knowing they were all thinking about what it had felt like to fuck you. Ben slowly lowered his beer bottle without it having reached his lips fully and your heartbeat sped up, wondering if they’d have more to say.   “I just have one small regret about the night,”   “Oh?” You felt as if every cell in your body had frozen in anticipation, wondering what Lucy might have regrets about. Had she disliked something that had happened?   “Well,” Lucy took a sip of her wine as if to fortify herself a little, “I wish we’d made out more. We could have made a show of it for the boys.”   Your body had started to work again but at twice the speed, your stomach somersaulting at the suggestion. You tried to keep your voice level, “Y-yeah, that, um, that probably would have been fun.”   Ben’s head had whipped around to look at you and in your peripheral vision you saw Gwil and Rami exchange looks. The same thought was on everybody’s mind but they were waiting for you. Slowly you turned to look at Ben too, already able to see the excitement in his eyes, “What do you say Benny? You okay to watch Me and Luce?”   “Uh,” he cleared his throat and nodded, “Yeah I’d like that a lot.”   “Rami?” you asked, sure he’d already have talked it through with Lucy but wanting to give him a chance to voice any discomfort, “Do you mind if I kiss your girlfriend?”   He chuckled softly, “No, I don’t mind at all.”   “Okay,” you glanced again at Lucy who had eagerly watched the whole exchange, and then back to Ben who nodded at you and took charge of the situation.    “Right. Lads, help me move the furniture a bit so the girls have some room. Babe, go and get a couple of blankets or sheets or something so that we don’t end up with spunk in the carpet.”   You hopped up and hurried to the bedroom as everyone else began rearranging the furniture. Lucy followed you and, to your surprise, so did Ben. He grabbed the pillows from your bed, pulling their covers off so they could be replaced with fresh ones as you dug through the cupboard for some clean sheets.   “Right, what did you ladies have in mind?” he asked softly as you all busied yourselves.   “Well, I guess, maybe me and Lucy will make out-”   “More,” Lucy cut in, “Not just making out, I want to fuck you.”   You gulped, “Okay. Me and Lucy will fuck and you guys can all watch and jack off over us. How does that sound?”   Lucy nodded enthusiastically, “That’s exactly what I was thinking.”   Ben’s eyes flicked between you but he nodded, “That's what I assumed. Just to be clear though, nothing else?”  “What did you have in mind?” Lucy asked slyly, “I’d be up for blowing you guys too if you wanted.”  Ben laughed, though his cheeks flushed pink, “I wasn’t suggesting anything. In fact, I was going to say it’s probably safer if we put a no touch rule in place. I mean if you want things to be more like last time, obviously I’d be into that and I know Y/N would be too.”  You nodded agreement.  “But this is very spur of the moment, and a lot of planning went into last time. I’d at least want to talk to Rami about offering any, well,”  “Any of our holes?” You suggested, making Ben flush more.  “Yes, that.” He said with a small laugh, “It’s probably better if it’s a look but don’t touch situation. Unless you had other ideas.”  “No, that makes sense,” Lucy said, “I did talk with Rami about it already but the idea of me being shared around wasn’t brought up, it was just about everyone watching me and Y/N.”  “Then I think it’s for the best if we stick with that.”  “Yeah, whatever you guys are most comfortable with,” Lucy said, “As long as I still get to play with Y/N’s cunt.”  Ben smiled at having such a statement addressed to him, but he could see your excitement at the idea and was happy to agree on your behalf.    “Right well, I’m going to go make sure Rami knows whats going on. Why don’t you two go and get these sheets spread out, make it comfy for yourselves, and then I’ll go over the rules so everyone hears them and we can get started.”   You pulled Ben into a quick kiss, “Thanks babe. Love you.”   “Go on, go set up.” He laughed, handing Lucy the newly covered pillows, “Who knew we had two sluts in the group.” 

By the time you returned to the main room it looked quite different. The coffee table had been shifted aside, butting up against a wall out of the way. The couch, arm chair and a few spare seats from around the dining table had been rearranged too, creating something of a circle. Ben pulled Rami aside and you were momentarily distracted watching them chat, until Lucy threw a pillow at your head to get your attention. Laughing again, a little giddy with excitement, you helped her spread out the sheets, laying the pillows in the centre. She observed what you’d created with her hands on her hips.   “There, that should do. How you feel about toys? Got a double ended dildo we could use?”   “Ummm, nothing like that. Theres a regular dildo though and a vibrator. Plus y’know, cuffs and paddles and that.”   Lucy shook her head, “What about that one with the remote we used on you last time?”   “Yeah, I’ve still got that. What are you thinking?”   “I’m thinking the boys could control it. And maybe grab the other vibe too?”   You agreed and hurried back to the bedroom as Ben gathered everyone’s attention to explain the rules of the evening.    “So Lucy and Y/N have graciously offered to be tonight's entertainment but there’s to be no touching involved. You are allowed to talk to them, give them suggestions, make comments about them, call them derogatory names – the same sort of thing as last time. And, of course, you’re encouraged to enjoy yourselves fully and have a cheeky wank while watching them. As long as you keep your hands to yourself. Um, what else,” Ben paused as he watched you re-join Lucy in the middle of the circle, “There is lube, if you’d like to use it. And if you are going to cum, try to aim for the girls or at least the sheets and not our furniture or carpet. Of course you can also-”   You stopped listening as Lucy tugged you down to the floor, situating herself above you so she was straddling your waist. She grabbed your wrists as you reached out to touch her, pushing them over your head and pinning them against the floor as she leaned down to kiss you.   You couldn’t help but arch into her, Ben’s voice calling you a slut still ringing in your ears, as you tried to deepen the kiss. 

Ben had long stopped talking, all four of the guys completely focused on you and Lucy. You were vaguely aware of the sounds of them getting comfortable as Lucy let your wrists go. She sat up straighter and drew her dress over her head, revealing the matching bra and panties she wore.    “Came prepared?” you asked which just made her laugh.  “Now you,” she said, shuffling back so she could strip you too. You hadn’t put in as much effort with your underwear, not having expected to show it off for anyone other than Ben, but someone still let out a long low whistle of appreciation.  Lucy giggled as she resettled herself on your hips and leaned down to kiss you again, distracting you as her hand reached for the vibrator.   You jolted as she pressed it against your clothed clit, holding it there until you let out a soft hum of pleasure. And then, just as soon as it had started it stopped. Lucy sat up again and looked around at the entranced men, all of whom seemed to be a little dazed.   “Well c’mon boys. We wanna see your cocks.”   There was a sharp intake of breath and then you heard zips lowering as each of them complied with Lucy’s request.    She just grinned at you.  

You had enough time to glance around and see Ben in one chair, slowly stroking his semi-hard dick, before Lucy surprised you with the vibrator again. She held it against you, turning up the speed of the vibrations and using the tip to draw circles over your clit as you squirmed underneath her. Rocking forward Lucy let out her own soft hum of pleasure as she rubbed herself against the vibrator too.  From somewhere above you came a soft groan from one of the boys, though it was hard to tell who exactly when Lucy was once again adjusting the speed of the toy. She turned it up a notch, the buzzing getting louder as the speed increased, and held it firmly in place. Her other hand rested against your thigh so her back was arched slightly as she rocked against the toy, both of you keening and moaning softly as it drew you towards the edge.   You came first, mouth falling open as you shuddered with the orgasm, but Lucy kept the vibrator in place until she’d reached her peak too. She didn’t take much longer than you did but it was long enough to have you whining as the pleasure teetered on the edge of pain. You felt nearly breathless as she shut it off and put it aside.  

Looking up at your captive audience, Lucy asked, “What would you fellers like to see me do to the slut next?”  It was quiet for a bit. You waited, still trying to catch your breath, to see if anyone would comment on your fate.  After a moment Joe spoke up, “I think you shouldn’t throw stones in glass houses Luce. You’re as much of a slut as Y/N.”  Lucy laughed, “Fair point. So then what would you like to watch two sluts do?”  Joe didn’t even pause, “I think you should 69.”  “That does sound fun,” Lucy said, already reaching for your knickers, “Someone unclasp my bra for me?”  You let her work your underpants down your legs, watching as Joe happily stood up to help Lucy with her bra. She shucked it off and stood to remove her panties which gave you time to rid yourself of your own bra, leaving you both naked.   The next thing you knew as you settled back against the pillow, was Lucy lowering herself over your lips and the salty sweet tang on your tongue as you licked along her wet slit.   She hummed in response, and rocked against you, cooing about how good you were and how you were going to make her cum again, encouraging you to delve deeper and taste more of her.   “I said 69 Luce,” Came Joe’s voice and then she lowered her head to your pussy too, her breath warm as she lightly licked along your lips. 

Knowing that there were so many eyes on you was definitely a turn on, especially when you could hear the boys. They made comments about you and Lucy, calling you good sluts for keeping them entertained, grunting about how hot it was to watch as they stroked themselves. And then there was the sound of their strokes too, hands on skin, occasionally assisted by the wet of lube or spit. You could hear their hisses and hitched breaths mixed in with Lucy’s own sounds as she spread your lips with her fingers and lapped up your juices. The only problem was that Lucy’s ministrations were too light. Her tongue and lips felt nice as she traced them along your slit and flicked against your clit, but you wished she’d be a little firmer or faster. To compensate, or maybe in an attempt to demonstrate what you wanted, you sucked harder, pressed your tongue more firmly to her cunt. Which just made her climax sooner. She moaned when she hit her release, still bent over you but breaking contact so you were left wishing she’d just keep going.   She rode out her orgasm on your face and then sighed with satisfaction as she crawled off you.  “Lucy,” you pouted, wiping your mouth, “I didn’t finish.”  She clicked her tongue and mockingly pouted back as she knelt between your legs, “Boo hoo.” Her fingers lightly traced along your lower stomach, making you shiver, “You already came once, isn’t that enough.”  “I’d prefer more.”  She let her hand trail lower, down to your clit, “Hmm, my mistake.”  And then all of a sudden she was pressing two of her fingers into you, making you gasp. With her free hand she spread your lips open, offering the others a clear view of her fingers disappearing into your hole, all the while teasing you for being so wet and so desperate for more.  You moaned as she adjusted her pace, speeding up, fucking you hard and fast with her two digits, but it wasn’t enough to get you close to orgasm.   “Please,” you whined after a little while, but Lucy only laughed, continuing to finger you in the same way for a few more strokes before suddenly pulling out.  

Before you could so much as open your mouth to swear, Lucy was pushing something new into you.  Your voice cracked with your moan as she turned the egg on, the vibrations hitting all the spots Lucy hadn’t hit before. You were aware of Lucy kneeling over you as you writhed on the floor, unable to escape the constant stimulation. But, as you drew closer to the edge, it became harder and harder to take in what was happening around you. You were vaguely aware of one of the boys groaning but otherwise you were completely oblivious to the rest of the group, entirely consumed by your cunt and the release you’d so craved washing over you. Even when Gwil stood up aimed his cock at you, rapidly jerking himself until his semen painted your stomach, you barely had any clue it was happening. No one had stopped the egg, no one had slowed it. You gasped Lucy’s name, trying to tell her it was becoming too much but she didn’t answer. It wasn’t her fault though. You were too distracted to notice that Joe had gripped Lucy’s hair and pulled her around to face him. As you clutched at the sheets and wailed to god, Joe was groaning through his own orgasm, one hand holding Lucy in place so that not a drop missed her face. You only became aware that Lucy no longer had the controls when Ben shoved her down and told her to suck on your tits. Whoever had taken the controller from her, or picked it up when she dropped it, was kind enough to slow the vibrations to a less consistent pattern but they didn’t turn it off. Instead you experienced brief moments of piece between the harsh seconds of high intensity vibrations. And on top of that your nipple was enveloped by the warm wet of Lucy’s mouth. Joe’s cum spread from her cheeks and lips to your skin as she mouthed and kissed at every inch of your breasts. It must have made for a nice show because before long Ben was splattering his seed over Lucy’s back as Rami sprayed cum over your neck and into your mouth as you opened it to scream through another orgasm.  

When the egg did stop, you were panting for air. Lucy was on her knees again, facing away from you and giggling as she drew her fingers across her cheek and licked them clean, clearly putting on a show for the boys.   “You guys really must like seeing us be so slutty,” she laughed and you saw Ben and Gwil nod in unison. Gwil was already hard again, slowly stroking himself once more though Ben clearly needed some more time to recover. Sitting up, you glanced around and saw Rami watching you as Joe examined the controls of the egg. An idea had already formed as to how to get some revenge upon Lucy and so you held your finger to your lips before either Rami or Joe could give you away. Joe winked and Rami broke into a smile as you reached out for the discarded vibrator and quietly shuffled towards Lucy, her back still marked with Ben’s cum. Of course, both Ben and Gwil spotted you creeping up but they held their silence, Gwil telling Lucy to open her legs a little wider as if it would help get him off again. She obliged, her focus entirely on his weeping cock as she absentmindedly touched her pussy.   “I know I’m not allowed to touch you,” Gwil said, “but I think it would be alright if you helped me out, don’t you?”  “I suppose that would be okay,” Lucy said, hesitating for half a second before drawing her wet hand away from herself and reaching up to grasp Gwil’s cock.   It gave you the perfect opportunity to close the distance between you and to press the tip of the vibrator against her hole,quickly pushing it in as you turned it on. It didn’t come up against much resistance, wet as she was.   “What the f-oh!” She gasped as you thrust the buzzing toy in and out of her, adjusting the angle until her legs tensed and she moaned. And then you held it there as she dropped her hand and tried to bat you away. You tutted in her ear and told her you were just repaying her for what she’d done to you, beginning to properly fuck her with the toy, keeping it angled to hit whatever spot you’d located that she clearly enjoyed. The sight of you pumping the vibrator into Lucy’s pussy as you reached around to palm at her breasts obviously worked for Ben, his cock getting stiffer before your eyes. You heard Joe and Rami move towards you as well, though you couldn’t see how eagerly they watched as Lucy cried out and came.  You felt very pleased with yourself for about a second before the egg jolted to life inside you again and you matched Lucy’s cry with your own, your hand slipping from the end of the vibrator. It stayed inside Lucy for a little longer, her cunt clenching so hard that it kept the toy in place, but before long it had slipped from her, still buzzing where it lay on the sheets.  Joe still held the controls for the egg and adjusted them constantly, making the egg buzz higher and lower and stop and start so that you were barely feeling it beyond brief bursts of pain tinged pleasure.  “Fuck that was hot,” Gwil grunted, his thumb spreading precum over his tip and down his length, “Both of you sluts looks at me.”  You dragged your eyes up to his cock, watching how his fist sped up as he got closer and closer and then finally came again, making sure to hit you and Lucy’s chests. 

There was a cheer as you felt yourself be manhandled into facing Lucy. She winked at you and bent forward to lick the cum from your tits, keeping it on her tongue so that when she kissed you, you could taste it. It mingled with her saliva and yours, streaked over your lips as Lucy deepened the kiss, making sure her tongue met yours so she could share every drop. What sperm had newly been spread over Lucy’s chest soon smeared across yours as she pulled your in close, your nipples brushing as you got drunk on her kiss. You were still feeling buzzes from the egg inside you though you doubted Joe still had the controller since the pattern was no longer as random. However, Lucy had no toy shoved inside her cunt to keep her on edge. Instead she manoeuvred so that her pussy pressed against your thigh, leaving a wet trail where she dragged it over your skin.   You automatically lay a hand on Lucy’s back to hold you steady, inadvertently spreading the cum that had been left over her.   That did it for Ben who grunted as he dripped more cum over you and Lucy as you made out.  “Go on Luce, pin the whore and grind your cunts together.” Rami suggested, clearly enjoying seeing his girlfriend on top of someone else.   She didn’t need to be asked twice, gladly pressing you to the sheet again and climbing on top.   All you could do was whine at the inconsistent vibrations within you, looking up as Lucy pressed her pussy against yours, their slick mixing as she gyrated her hips. And then you felt it. Lucy had reached for the still on vibrator that had fallen from her. She pressed it between you and at the same moment, whoever now held the controller for the egg vibrator turned it up so that you felt the buzzing from inside and out. You screamed at the combination of sensations, pinned under Lucy and unable to escape.   Lucy was moaning too, getting off on you. And you felt a sticky kind of wetness as Rami’s orgasm landed on your mound. Lucy used her fingers to spread it across her pussy and then continued to grind against you, the white of his release adding to the creamy wetness that already existed from both your cunts.   You were the next to cum, unable to hold off as the egg got louder and faster. And then Joe who didn’t seem too fussed about aiming for either of you. His cum spilt onto the sheets around you but neither of you noticed. You were too busy whining as you once again became overstimulated and Lucy was entirely distracted by her quest for a final orgasm. By the time she reached it you were nearly crying, but thankfully she shook with her well earned climax and then slipped from you to lay on the floor.  

Ben had already zipped himself away and was quick to catch the vibrator and turn it off as whoever had the controls mercifully switched yours off as well.  You hissed when you tried to move, the egg still rubbing the sensitive spot but Ben hushed you and gently removed it from your pulsing pussy.   “Joe, Gwil. D’you guys want to get everyone some water?” He asked, though it wasn’t really a question.  They agreed and you heard their footsteps disappear through the doorway. Once they’d gone, Rami helped Lucy up as Ben helped you, leaning in to kiss your forehead softly.  “Are you both okay?” Rami asked, concern written in his features.  Lucy said yes as you nodded and, satisfied, they assisted you towards the bathroom, letting you each lean against them as you walked slowly.  Ben tried to insist on helping you clean up but you told him it was fine and shut the door so that you and Lucy could run some warm water and clear away the evidence of your debauchery.   Lucy laughed, seeming less worn by the second, as you scrubbed her back clean with a flannel, “That was a lot of fun.”  “Yeah it was. Really glad you suggested it.”  “Good. I was a little worried you wouldn't go for it after last time.”  “Are you kidding? Me and Ben were both kind of wondering if anyone would want to do something like that again. But we didn’t want to just ask for it in case it seemed like that was the only reason we’d want to hang out.”  “Think it’s safe to say everyone would be on board if you ever suggested a dinner party again.”  You laughed too, “Yeah, I think you’re right. 

Rami knocked on the door as you were washing yourselves so he could return your clothes to you and by the time you were both redressed the living room was almost back to normal. The chairs were still rearranged but no one seemed too bothered by it. When the boys realised you and Lucy were coming back, a round of applause broke out. You laughed, a little embarrassed, but gave a bow as if you were completing a performance, Lucy joining in beside you. She made her way to the couch where Rami sat, curling up and laying her head in his lap as she finally relaxed. You found Ben, sure you weren’t going to have the same emotional reaction you’d had to the events of the dinner party but wanting to be near him just in case. He was in an arm chair so you climbed onto his lap, resting your head on his chest as he wrapped his arm around you.   You felt tired and a little sore but very very satisfied and your heart was nearly bursting with how lucky you were to know such a wonderful group of people.   Ben’s hand was warm and heavy where it rested on your side but you didn’t mind. It was comforting. As was the gentle rumble of his chest as he spoke, laughing with Joe about something as if there hadn’t been an interruption 

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