#wheezes cos this took SO LONG

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My good friends, dinner is served.

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Innuendo Bingo

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, modern AU

Summary: Crack fic. Modern AU. Someone knows a LOT of stupid synonyms for orgasms...

Warnings: Teen and up. Sexual humour, a lot of stupidity. Non-explicit references to sex acts. Basically, I'm sorry.

Word Count: 0.8k

Authors note: Request fill for @sorryallonsy, who asked for Benedict crack fic with him coming up with stupid names for orgasms (ask HERE). I'm sorry this took SO LONG, especially as it is so short. However, I was in the mood to polish off (heheheh) something silly today, and this was just the ticket. Unbetaed cos it's ridiculous. Thanks, and err, enjoy, I guess? <3

Bridgerton family brunch happens once a month and is always memorable. The family usually takes over some swish eatery in central London for a few hours with their unique brand of noisy, chaotic camaraderie. Being Benedict's girlfriend, you are now a part of this melee. It’s one such Sunday when you are finishing your quite delicious but oversized meal that Benedict leans in.

“I can't wait to have you naked again,” he rumbles right in your ear.

You almost spit your last mouthful all over the table. After a few beats, you recover enough to reply.

“Your mother is right there!” you chastise sotto voce, nodding imperceptibly across the table, pulling a pointed expression, even as your mind is filled with images of him waking you up just this morning with his tongue between your thighs.

“Please,” he withers good-naturedly. “I have seven siblings. Do you really think this libido isn't genetic?” he jests, a hand on your knee now. 

“Stop it!” you giggle, not wanting to think of his mother that way.

 “Also, she is not paying us any mind,” he points out, crowding closer. 

Indeed, she is engrossed in a chat with Kate and has one of Daphne’s kids ensconced in her lap, diverting all her attention.

“Besides, are you telling me you don't want to have another orgasm today?” he goads, lips warm on your neck as those fingers spider higher up your thigh, knowing precisely what your weak spots are and exploiting them.

“Well, now… I didn’t say that…” you counter, eyes fluttering closed briefly at his onslaught. “But I might need a few hours after all this food,” you mime a bloated stomach.

It's his turn to chuckle, a warm sound that skitters over your skin. “That's fair,” he assesses. “Can't be releasing the Kraken if you have a food baby…”

You can't help but emit a bark of laughter at that. Everyone at the table looking briefly askance at you before resuming their discussions.

“The what?” you wheeze.

“You heard me,” he quips warmly. “Don't like that? I've got a million more,” he vows, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Don't…” you warn softly, but that just seems to goad him on.

“Making waffles? Popping the weasel…?”

“Waffles?” you frown, “I thought it was whoopee?”

“That too,” he smiles, eyes crinkling in that adorable way as he continues. “Petting the cat? Nulling the void? You can cuff my carrot, and I’ll dial your rotary phone?” each phrase is delivered full of mirth, close to your ear, and you can't help the stupid grin on your face.

“Stop it,” you protest weakly, nudging him gently with your elbow but having to muffle your laughter into his shoulder.

“I’ll stop when you stop finding them funny…” he counters genially. “Marching the penguin? Downstair DJing? Turning on the sprinklers? Debugging the hard drive?”

Each one has you hopelessly sniggering to the point you can't breathe, and little tears form at the corner of your eyes.

“What in God's name are you doing to your girlfriend, Benedict?” Anthony’s voice suddenly rings out from the head of the table. “It looks like she is about to die… hands where I can see them, please!”

Everyone at the table twists to look at you and laughs as both of you instantly raise your hands as if being held hostage; you mortified by the idea everyone thinks you might be up to things in front of them all, even though you know Anthony is joshing. 

But then Benedict murmurs a quiet parting shot out the corner of his mouth. 

“Chastising the family… jewels...”

And yeah, your loud snort is definitely undignified.

—

You are back at his place relaxing on the sofa a few hours later - When Harry Met Sally is playing on the TV - when he wraps an arm around your shoulder.

“Fancy doing a Meg Ryan?” he whispers, his tone laced with levity.

“Bit late for that. We left the restaurant a few hours ago,” you sigh in mock disappointment, a playful smile tugging at the corner of your mouth.

“I don't mind a private performance,” he breezes, trailing a hand over your neckline and nuzzling your cheek. “I rather like the idea of watching you paddle your pink canoe….”

Yeah, no, you definitely lose it at that one. 

Collapsing into him, your laughter does not even subsidise when he unzips your dress with his practised skill.

“Please… one ticket to the solo show just for me?” he implores, kissing along your jaw. “Visit that safety deposit box? Orbit Venus? A little double-clicking?”

“You are going to need to stop…” you object faintly, an odd mix of lightness from giggling so much and arousal coursing through you as his fingers circle over your underwear.

“Never…..” he teases in that gravelly tone that always persuades you.

“Fine, but only if I can watch you polish your bannister…” you throw back, pushing off your underwear with a comic flourish.

His laugh is deep and all-consuming, racking his whole frame as he suddenly scoops you up and strides towards his bedroom.

“Deal!”

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Nothing in Particular | Chapter 5 - To Say What You Mean and Mean What You Say Pt. 2

Pairing: Omota Uramichi x F!Reader

Summary: A series of unexpected encounters and misunderstandings causes you to fill a large and gaping hole in Uramichi’s life.

Minors and blank blogs DNI! You will be blocked!

Warnings: unprotected sex

“Well ? Are you gonna spill everything that’s happened, or do I have to ask you everything I’ve been wondering, question by question?”

The menu distracted you both for a few minutes, but after the server took your order, Utano went straight to business. You’d left her hanging for weeks, and work had kept you both apart. Whatever was going on between you and Uramichi hadn’t left her mind, and she needed to get updates from you since Uramichi was difficult to corner and get alone.

As if you forgot what had happened in your own life, Utano decided to provide a refresher. “Where did we leave off?” The server brought your drinks first, and she dramatically sipped on her tea, pondering slowly until she grinned. “Ahh, yes. You and Uramichi took the train together after the work party and…?”

“And I slept over at his place,” you said slowly, copying her behavior and drinking yourself.

She wiggled her eyebrows and her eyes sparkled. For a moment, she ignored the fact that her friend might have had sex with her depressing co-worker. “So you two…?”

Pretending to look for your food’s arrival and commenting on the other treats that passed by, you tried to avoid describing what really happened for as long as possible. Utano rolled her eyes at your stalling.

Finally, you cleared your throat, speaking as quietly as you could. “No. I uh–I got really drunk, stripped down to my underwear, crawled into his bed, and made Uramichi sleep on the floor.”

Utano laughed, like really laughed. It was one of those ones that came from the belly, and she even knocked over her fork while doing so, drawing others’ attention to you temporarily.

“If it makes you feel better,” she said in-between wheezing and thanking a worker for bringing her a clean utensil, “he probably chose to sleep on the floor, so you wouldn’t freak out in the morning.”

Staring at the amber liquid in your cup, you considered this new perspective. All this time, you’d been lamenting over your bad behavior, unsure of even where to start with your apology or if you should even say anything at all. Uramichi truly was a kind person.

“You’re smiling into your drink,” Utano commented, cheek in hand as she side-eyed all of the desserts that passed by. She was growing impatient.

“You said he was intense, but I think he’s more considerate if anything,” you said.

“Intensity doesn’t nullify consideration,” Utano reminded you. “If anything, he’s considerate to the point that it might be…” 

She paused, trying to think of how to describe Uramichi without going into too much detail. Uramichi would rather wear the most humiliating outfits to get the scene over with than protest with the costume department. If the kids were having fun, Uramichi would pick them up and play with them for as long as they wanted despite all of his aches and pains. Hell, Iketeru told her that Uramichi sat through an awkward work dinner where he was berated for something trivial so Kikaku wouldn’t get in trouble.

“Self-destructive.”

Her words were heavy, and they sank down in your gut along with the cake you ordered.

“How sad,” you finally commented, unable to find another other word that was more fitting. You swirled the last remaining bit of tea in your cup. “I hope he finds happiness one day.”

Having known each other for nearly four years now, Utano said, “Oh, that won’t happen. The darkness in his eyes has slowly eaten away at him ☆”

It was true too. They all found Together with Maman during the darkest points in their lives, yet while Iketeru and her own demons retreated, Uramichi seemed to commune with his own. Rather than hopelessness, apathy had befallen him, leaving him spineless. 

But was Uramichi really spineless? Utano wondered. Or was he simply trying his best to game life? After all, they were at the mercy of their employers and needed to work in order to survive. It was difficult to be happy when you were just doing your best to stay alive.

“That’s just adulthood,” you confirmed, not understanding where Uramichi’s co-workers were coming from. Perhaps it was because you didn’t know him well-enough, but you still stood by that thought you first had of him. He was that beautiful doll that sat on the shelf, the one that never got played with.

“But yeah. Yesterday–or I guess this morning?–he and um, Us–Usa…? The blond , coincidentally ended up staying at my place cuz they drank too much. Uramichi and I shared my bed.”

“ And ?” Utano said impatiently. It was only naturally for someone who was in a committed, happy, and long-term relationship to live vicariously through their friends’ disastrous love lives.

“...and we just slept,” you said gloomily. 

Dabbing at the corner of her mouth with a napkin, you were impressed per usual with Utano’s ability to eat and show nothing for it. You supposed that chasing children on set and dancing also helped with maintaining her figure.

“And if you didn’t ?” Utano pretended for a minute that the man you were interested in wasn’t her co-worker. “Would you complain then that he didn’t want to date you?”

“Are you on my side or his?” You joked, understanding what she was trying to say. Utano had the misfortune of being privy to your dating mishaps in your 20s until you gave up altogether. If you wanted something casual, they were too serious, and vice versa. She was curious to know what you wanted in your 30s now that you were wiser.

“I don’t care if we date.” She shot you a look. “ Really , I don’t. I learned my lesson from last time. But what I told you before was true. I’m not looking for anything in particular, but I’m open to seeing where this road takes me.”

Her features twisted into disbelief. “I remember saying that years ago.”

Knowing that the conversation was going into dangerous territory you shrugged.

—

“And get this! This dude was so drunk, he said that some konbini angel saved us,” Usahara laughed, pointing that dude out as Uramichi. “So who was it, Uramichi, huh? I’m sure it was one of your gymnast friends from the past. Quit trying to be cool and mysterious, dude. I bet it was Supermura , wasn’t it?”

Iketeru looked at Uramichi expectantly while Kumatani couldn’t have cared less. Utano was disinterested in the conversation completely, scrolling and tapping away at her phone.

He sighed, already at his breaking point. Uramichi clocked in less than ten minutes ago too. This was a new record. If it weren’t for this ridiculous 8 AM meeting, he would have stalked off to the smoke room for a break, but instead, he had to make small talk at this ungodly hour because of Derekida and Furode who were unsurprisingly late.

Right on cue, the door burst. Derekida and Furode strolled languidly, to-go coffee cups in hand. They were 45 minutes late.

“Everyone here?” Furode asked. Using his sunglasses as a headband, he fished for the rolled up papers in his back pocket before sitting down. Neither of them bothered to actually check before talking. 

“Well, since no one said anything, that must mean we’re all here. So,” he cleared his voice, smoothing out the papers. The cast did their best to hide their expressions as he repeated the process twice before speaking again. “Talent’s off for the next three days. Paid too . The writers and big wigs gotta think of a game plan for how we’ll promote Uramichi for the Galaxy Awards nomination. So rest up. We’ll be busy in the upcoming months–Uramichi especially.”

The cast sat silently as they let the producer’s words sink in. Three paid days off? Should they be worried of possible layoffs or an unexpected announcement about series cancelation? No, no, no. Furode said this was for the Galaxy Awards. There was no way that MHK, the greedy bastards that they were, would let their cash cow die. A more reasonable action would be for them to review their time cards. They were most likely taking their time from their PTO bank instead.

Uramichi in particular didn’t like the good news that was announced, trying to process just how busy he might possibly be. Anxiety bubbled up at the thought of long stretches of overtime and traveling from shoot to shoot and interview to interview. If awards shows were anything like athletic meets and competitions…

Glancing over at the gymnast oniisan, Iketeru couldn’t help but admire Uramichi’s expression. He looked determined–no, motivated–by their boss’ words. “You can do it, oniisan,” he cheered his co-host on, though he doubted that he needed it until Uramichi responded. 

“Can I…?” He whispered back into the void, not looking at Iketeru or anything else for that matter. “Just thinking about it already exhausts me.”

“So uh, is that all for today?” Usahara dared to ask. Uramichi and Iketeru looked as if they talking about philosophy while Kumatani wore that blank expression that meant he was zoning out. Utano still scrolled, although more discreetly, on her phone.

Derekida looked up, using an index finger to push up his slipping sunglasses. “Oh, you’re still here?” He waved them off while looking back at Furode’s rolled up papers. “Yeah, that’s it for today. Now scram . The writers need to use this room in ten.”

Following his directions as always, they left, moving in silence as a group. Their footsteps echoed in the halls until finally they left the building. Once free from the shackles of work, they took in the bright sun and fresh air.

Iketeru glanced at his watch before asking if anyone knew the time. It was nine on the dot. 

Yes, the sun was shining brightly. (No vengeful sun spirits here.) The air was fresh. The birds even sang to ring in their three days of freedom.

But rather than taking a moment to smell the roses, they collectively sighed. The sun’s glare hurt their eyes. The fresh air hurt their lungs, which were too used to the stagnant air of the closed set. The birds’ songs reminded them of the shrill screams of the children.

Most importantly though, they realized something with the righteous anger only known to those who’d been working too hard and for far too long–this meeting should have been a fucking email.

—

Guess what~

You reacted to Utano’s text with a ? reaction, not bothering to guess. You’d been working since 4 am to deal with an overseas client.

I have the next three days off since the higher ups are thinking of ways to promo Uramichi’s nom ヾ(*´ ∇ `)ﾉ

Your eyes narrowed as you typed, disregarding the ellipses that indicated that Utano was still typing.

Good for you …which means that Uramichi also has the next three days off He should rest then since he’ll be busy Or maybe you can rock his world for a few hours (or days) LOL

She flipped her phone around for a moment. Who knew that playing cupid could be so fun.

And before you try to say that you have work, I know you can use your PTO or have someone cover you for a few hours. C’mon boss lady, use that power for a dick down\(♡´౪<♡)/

God, she knew you too well. You deleted your response about having to work tomorrow, hitting a button so you no longer had to look at your conversation. Staring at the dark screen, you wondered if you should take this opportunity.

When he came over, he basically said that he was down to fuck, even if he didn’t say it directly. You recalled his words for a moment–”When I miss you again, I’ll be good to you the next time we meet”–and you wondered if maybe he’d be interested in something more. With how vague his words were and how confusing he was, being good to you could mean a lot of things: good sex, no teasing, treating you well… Your mind wandered for a moment into a daydream, imagining Uramichi being good to you as a partner until it was interrupted by Utano’s laughter.

You shook your head.

“Yeah, well, of course I have to at least try,” you said to yourself, laughing at your hesitation. 

—

From the corner of his eye, Uramichi could see his phone screen light up, but he didn’t dare to fully look at it otherwise he’d break his form. He stayed in his full planche hold for another five breaths, slowly letting his body rest on the sixth. He rolled out the tension from his body, grabbing his phone during his rest period.

A smile almost crept on his face when your name popped up on his notifications. He was grateful though that he didn't when he read the body of your message.

Good evening, When you’re free, I’d like to talk to you.

Uramichi felt bad for your subordinates whose jobs depended on their ability to understand what you meant. He reread your message three times. This had to be about something bad, right?

Sure ◉‿◉ I’m at the gym right now, but I can call you once I’m done

He was surprised by how quickly you responded.

You’re working out at this hour? Impressive. Have a good workout, and if you’re too tired after, don’t worry about calling. It’s not that important 

His timer rang, telling him that he needed to get back to work. Finished with his planches, he thought that doing a few extra lifts would help him gather his thoughts. As Uramichi loaded the plates onto the bar, he wondered if maybe he should take a picture of himself at the gym. He had a good pump going on, so maybe he could impress you even more.

He switched over to the other side to load the same amount. No, that was stupid. Besides, the thought of him taking a selfie was already making him embarrassed.

Settling himself on the bench, he thought that maybe you’d want proof that he was at the gym instead of making excuses for avoiding the conversation. If it wasn’t that important, you wouldn’t have asked to speak about it, you would have texted him instead.

Gripping the bar in his hands, he lifted it off the support, grunting as he lowered it and pushed, wavering slightly before he reset it. Something wasn’t right.

“That’s why…” he mumbled to himself, realizing that he accidentally doubled the amount of plates on each side.

Maybe it would be best if he left–to prevent an injury and to take a selfie in the comfort of his own bathroom.

—

With his towel wrapped around his waist, Uramichi looked at himself in the mirror, flexing and relaxing his well-deserved body. Years of training kept him strong and defined physically, but his mental fortitude was lacking. His fingers shook while trying to capture a picture of himself, all of them blurry, until he gave up. What an embarrassment.

He should have just called you instead of wasting his own time.

“Hello?” You said on the other line. “Uramichi?”

Suddenly he was nervous, staring at your name on the screen. This had to be something serious. Did you not want to see him anymore? He wasn’t sure if he could act like a stranger around you. How would he face Utano? “ Hi. ”

“Thanks for calling me,” you said, glancing at the time on your kitchen clock. “I know it’s late.”

“It’s not that late,” Uramichi tried to argue. 

Your clock said that it was 10:45 PM.

“So what did you want to talk about?”

It was your turn to pause, unsure of how to even start the conversation. Would it have been better to text it instead? But typing it out was more embarrassing than saying it though. It meant that you consciously chose the words that you did, read it as a fully formed sentence and still decided to text that. You would have stared at your screen until he responded.

“Utano said that you have tomorrow off.”

“Yeah, the next day too,” he said before explaining that it had to do with the Galaxy Awards. “It’s nice to finally be rewarded for my hard work with an actual break instead of more work.”

Did he want to spend tomorrow relaxing instead? A part of you felt guilty for your selfish request, but still, you started it, so you had to see it through.

“I’m off tomorrow too actually, so I was wondering—”

“—Oh that’s great,” he said, cutting you off. “You work so hard. Wanna hang out ?”

You let out a shaky breath, both relieved and surprised that he wanted to spend time with you. You weren’t being selfish after all.

Hearing your sigh on the other end, Uramichi wondered if you were annoyed. He sounded desperate to be with you, didn’t he? He should have let you finish instead of excitedly asking for your time.

“I’d love to, but um—can we do that thing we talked about last time?”

His silence meant that he didn’t remember, you thought. This conversation is over the phone, you reminded yourself, you can blurt it out, and if it gets awkward, you can hang up, block him and never go to Utano’s work ever again.

“Can I fuck you?”

The silence was heavy, and you double checked your phone to make sure that you didn’t reflexively hang up and blocked him. His name still showed up on the screen, and it counted how long you’d been talking for.

Uramichi didn’t know how to react, grateful that his phone sat on the counter. Both hands were placed on either side of it, and he leaned over, staring himself in the mirror. His face was bright red up to his ears, and the color reached down to his neck and the chest that he was so proud of.

“Sorry,” you started to apologize, “that was out of line, and–”

“Yeah,” he finally said, voice breathy and low. “Can I fuck you too?”

He felt like a fool.

You laughed quietly. Uramichi had a silly way of responding at times. “I’d love that. Can I come over to your place?”

This time, he made sure to answer quickly.

—

Ten o’clock was far too early to come over, and Uramichi regretted giving you that time. After sleeping in, he spent nearly an hour debating on whether or not he should go to the gym. He didn’t want his routine to be off, but he also didn’t want to be tired for the rest of the day. After squeezing in a quick lift, he tidied up his place, pushing his dumbbells into a corner and stuffing his oversized baguette pillow and Kotori-san into a closet.

He nearly tore the front door off its hinges when he heard a knock and then consequently slammed it when he realized it was just solicitors. That made him slower to respond to the second knock five minutes after. He sprinted to the door when he saw you calling.

You greeted him in a sundress that teased the body beneath the fabric. It seemed like you wanted to cling to the last bit of summer before things cooled down, legs bare aside from a set of strappy sandals. If Uramichi saw you on the street, he would have guessed that you were on your way to a date. Instead, you were here, meeting him at his apartment. He didn’t have too long to dwell on what a date with you might entail; by asking him if you could come in, you interrupted his thoughts.

Like the first time you met, he took you with him.

Uramichi spent too much time cleaning to think about how he would set the mood. Luckily you had gone over the boring things over the phone–yes to condoms, yeah you both were clean–but all that was left was, well, sex . It was too early to drink and he already smoked when he got out of bed. Sobriety made him hyperaware and he hated it.

“Wanna meet me in bed while I wash up?” You suggested.

He slackened his grip once you were inside, but now his hand loosely held yours in an awkward state of close but not close enough. The proximity made you self-conscious. The sun was brighter than you expected, and you were worried about your sweat.

“That’s fine,” he said, still holding your hand. “Not sure if you remember where the bathroom is, but it’s over there,” he said, pointing with his free hand. The fuzzy memory of Uramichi’s apartment became clearer with sober eyes. “Then my bedroom is that door beside it.”

He let go after dropping you off in front of the bathroom room, quickly stripping down to his boxers. The door creaked slightly, making him jump, and he was surprised to see you standing there.

“Can you help me unzip my dress?” You asked shyly, already half-turning around. “The zipper’s stuck,” you explained.

There was something incredibly intimate about holding your hair aside, so Uramichi could focus on helping you undress. An hour before you arrived, you agonized over what to wear, unsure of what impression you wanted to leave him with. You settled on a sundress, unassuming yet deceivingly sexy, but forgot the reason why you hardly wore it until it came to taking it off.

One palm pressed gently against your shoulder to create tension for the zipper to slide, and with a soft tug, it finally slid down with little resistance. His hands pushed down the sleeves, and the rest of the fabric fell with it. Now he could see and feel your bare skin. You were on fire.

Scanning over the details of your lingerie–because that was the only thing that it could be with all of the lace and sheer gauze that adorned it–he habitually clicked his tongue, being reminded of all of the costumes he wore for work. He mumbled something about it looking inconvenient.

“Thanks,” you said, turning to face him. 

If the back was inconvenient, then the front was troublesome. Sheer bra cups barely hid your breasts from him with the lace appliques that covered your nipples, the only bit of modesty that you had. The sheer material had covered enough of your bottom, but in the front, it dipped low, as if guiding the eyes down to where it wanted the wearer to look.

It was clear that Uramichi was uncomfortable, and you never had the chance to ask if he’d done something casual like this before. You supposed that it was fortunate that you were more experienced in these matters.

“Let’s lay down and talk,” you told him, giving him a light push onto the bed. He scrambled to give you space, but you crawled right beside him.

Uramichi wondered if this was how things would have been if you didn’t fall asleep before he could join you, with you taking the lead. 

“So how have you been? Your friend must have had a bad hangover.”

Not really wanting to talk about Usahara, he gave in to this being a better option than letting silence fall between you. He didn’t bother correcting you on the friend part, only commenting, “Yeah, but his body is used to that by now.”

“And what about you, Michi?”

“Oh, I wasn’t hungover at all. I only had a few drinks.”

“Yeah, I know you’ve got a high tolerance, which is why…” you trailed off, remembering that he said you couldn’t bring him back to your place because of it. “Ah, sorry. I was just remembering what you said. You’re funny. ”

Uramichi didn’t understand why you thought he was funny for saying that, but now he understood why Usahara wants to be funny so badly. Your voice softened when you said that, and your eyes looked into his to make sure he heard you. Your lips sat in a half smile as if he was the only man in the world that could make you laugh. If this was his reward for being funny, then yeah, it was something he’d strive for.

“I might have acted recklessly again,” you admitted, “so let’s take things slow if you want. I want this to be fun for both of us.”

“Well then, what do you like?”

Surprised by Uramichi’s question, you blurted out, “Oh, like sexually?” Well duh, obviously. “Um, I wouldn’t mind if you were a little mean to me in bed…” Suddenly you were shy.

“Oh, like over the weekend?”

He was so direct. You couldn’t face him but let out a quiet ‘yes.’ That judgemental ‘hm’ he let out was exciting and embarrassing all at once.

“What about you?” You asked, thinking it was unfair that all of the attention was on you. It was time to turn the tables on Uramichi.

“A lot of kissing,” he said. Despite his bluntness from earlier, he couldn’t look you in the eyes. “You can also be loud if you want. I don’t hate that.”

Somehow your bodies had inched closer to each other, and you felt each other’s heat. “It must have been torture then, to tell me to quiet down,” you teased.

He tried to downplay it. “It wasn’t that bad, but it could have been worse if things went on for longer.”

Hunger shone in both your eyes, and you moved closed until finally you kissed. The impact was soft but grew with neediness as each second passed. Your tongues explored each other’s mouths, nipping and sucking the meaty part of your lips. Hands clutched as whatever they could grab, kneading and rubbing, as your lower halves found friction in each other.

Uramichi was the first to break away, getting on top and settling between your thighs. He stared down at your heaving chest, your bruised lips, your disheveled hair. Your nipples teased him from behind your bra, and it was then that he decided to suck on them. It was a good choice. You yelped in surprise, tugging at his hair. You made another noise when he used his hand to pinch the other one. By the time he was done, your bra was wet with his spit, so he trailed his kisses downwards.

“You’re wet already?” He asked, glancing down at the slick fabric that barely clothed your sex. 

With utter fascination, Uramichi traced his index finger along your slit, the damp cloth sticking to your skin. He retraced the movement a few more times, watching as it molded to the outline of your cunt. On his last way down, his finger dipped in a little, pushing the wet fabric inside. You groaned, shifting from the intrusion. 

In a shift of energy and intention, you both hurried to remove what remained of your clothes. You ended up helping Uramichi slide off his boxers since you wiggled out of your lingerie set first.

He loved the way your face looked when you saw his cock, eyes widening as your mouth hung open. He didn’t think his size was anything impressive, but the look in your eyes when they finally met his told him that he was wrong. There was a clear expression of approval and better yet excitement .

But he couldn’t think of all the things that you wanted to do to him because he was focused on everything he wanted to do to you. He ducked down between your thighs to get a better look at what he wanted. Your pussy was puffy and shone with your wetness, making a squelching noise when he used two fingers to spread your lips. Impulsively, he leaned forward to give your clit a kiss, making you moan and drag him closer with one of your legs. 

Gently pushing one finger in, he glanced up to check your reaction, moving knuckle by knuckle until it hilted. Your brows knitted together and your hips shifted. You wanted him to move. Uramichi pumped his finger, watching the way you sucked him back in, ears perked up to the sound of your contented sighs.

Since you took one finger well, he thought another wouldn’t hurt, but you bucked up into his face. Apparently it was too much.

His apology came out muffled from his position, fingers still in remorse.

“It’s fine,” you breathed out, “your fingers are just bigger than mine, so I’m not used to them yet.”

Your face scrunched up and your lips were twisted, back arched in an uncomfortable position. Uramichi tried to think of how he could comfort you when you returned to silence. As always, he returned to his training.

“Breathe through it,” he said. Breathing helped the body relax, which you needed if either of you wanted to have sex. “How do you expect to take my cock if you can’t even handle two fingers?” He didn’t mention that it’d probably be best if he added in a third to prep you.

It seemed that Uramichi took your preference into consideration, speaking in that dark tone of his. Your body felt impossibly hot, and finally you let out a few ragged breaths, a wordless way of telling Uramichi to go on.

Going at an even pace, Uramichi reveled in the wet noises your pussy made, daring to go even faster. You still weren’t talking, just breathing heavily with the occasional groan. 

His fingers curled up when he felt a soft, tender spot. Your back arched again, and he continued to press there. 

You sounded airy and light, as if his fingerfucking had already sent your soul to heaven. “Mm… Michi,” you murmured, carding your fingers through his hair. It was a miracle that you could even say anything at all. Your legs were shaking from all the pleasure. “You better fuck me soon.”

“Are you really in a position to be making demands?” Uramichi asked. His face was flushed yet his body showed no signs of exhaustion, his fingers still pumping in and out of you at an even pace, occasionally slowly to scissor and spread inside of you.

You whimpered in response.

Trying to push in a third finger, it was too tight, Uramichi realized. As much as you tried to help him–or perhaps help yourself–by fucking yourself on his hand, you couldn’t get back that middle knuckle, even if he stacked the fingers on top of each other.

He pulled out to your protest. “What?” Pre-cum smeared against his stomach and connected him to a thin string that matched a small wet spot on his bed. “Weren’t you just begging me to fuck you?”

He grabbed at the condom on his nightstand, doing his best to open it while you kept yourself entertained. Between the scent of your desire on his fingers, its slipperiness, and watching you play with yourself, rolling on the condom was difficult, and his efforts were futile when he realized it didn’t fit. You offered to buy some since you could stop by the store on your way over, but Uramichi failed to tell you what size to get.

“We don’t need it,” you said impatiently, even going so far as to snap when Uramichi gave you a look of uncertainty. Over the phone you mentioned that you were on the pill.

Your words sent a jolt of lust down Uramichi’s spine that went straight to his cock, and he looked down to make sure that he didn’t cum prematurely.

Using one hand to guide it in, he wet it at your entrance, sliding both the pre and your slick all over. Enjoying the sounds you made, he teased you further by rubbing the head against your clit in circles until you were begging him to fuck you.

Uramichi’s prep was worth it. He slid in with minimal effort, though it was obvious that you were stretched by your body tensing. Your walls were hot and clamped down with every inch forward.

Leaning back, he said, “Your pussy looks so nice with my cock in it.”

It was the right thing to say. Suddenly you felt impossibly tight, but Uramichi tried to press against it, giving a few experimental strokes before committing to fucking you with intention.

“ Fuck ,” you said, pulling him into your chest as you looked at him with half-dazed eyes, “Michi, you feel so good.”

Focusing on the act, you both let yourself get lost in the feeling. With your legs pushed back and wrapped around him, Uramichi leaned forward to fuck you deeper, hitting a spot that made you squeal and buck up against him. You told him to keep pressing right there and begged him not to stop, calling out his name as you came on his cock. He thought he could help you ride out your orgasm, but to his embarrassment, he came shortly after. 

When he stopped moving, you looked at him, and sheepishly he admitted to cumming quickly. He was grateful that he wasn’t keeping track of the time, but now he was worried that you’d make fun of him or try to leave. Women wanted a partner that could last, didn’t they? That’s what he saw in all the porn he watched at least. He knew that his last girlfriend needed more time too.

“I’m that good, huh?” You said, admiring his chest that flushed pink and the sheen of sweat on his skin. “I can take responsibility for that,” you laughed.

You opened your arms, urging him to settle in them. Your heartbeat was deafening in his ears as his eyes grew heavy. He drifted off to sleep, dreaming about taking you on a date in that sundress when he woke up.

—

His room was darker when he woke up, and Uramichi blindly reached for you, but you weren’t there. All he could smell was your shampoo on his pillows and a mixture of your sweat and perfume on his sheets. Rolling onto his back, he checked his phone. It was now the mid-afternoon. He checked his texts, but none of them were from you. He sighed. What was he expecting?

Faintly, he heard his fridge door shut, and he sat up, hastily throwing on his boxers to investigate. Maybe, just maybe…

“Oh!” You startled, beaming as Uramichi entered the kitchen. Your smile fell as you realized that he caught you rifling through his fridge. “Sorry, I should have waited until you woke up, but I was really thirsty.” You held up your cup of water as proof. “I hope you don’t mind.” You even bowed slightly to show your remorse.

When he didn’t say anything, you looked up. “I thought you left,” was all he said.

“Without saying goodbye?” You took a gulp of water, setting it down on the counter. “No way. That’s rude.”

“Besides, I was wondering if you wanted to grab something to eat. We could order something too if you don’t feel like going out. If you don’t wanna do that, we could also make something too.”

Your rambling about food options was lost on Uramichi as relief settled in his heart, all of his worries melting away. He nodded along before grabbing your hand. “Yeah, I’m fine with whatever, but first, let’s head back to bed. There’s something I wanna do to you.”

Catching his words, you understood what he meant. An impish grin settled on your face as you asked him if he could fuck you on the kitchen counter.

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Life Lessons Masterlist

AO3

[blueintime]

Abigail still hasn’t stopped crying.

Jack still hasn’t shed a tear.

And when John looks out the window, there are two figures he hasn’t seen in years.

—————

Abigail still hasn’t stopped crying

Jack still hasn’t shed a tear.

It had taken them the better of two hours to bury him and Uncle. And ever since then, they had remained in the sitting room as the sky turned dark and streaked through with scarlet.

Abigail had quit her sobbing a long while ago, but a tear could not stop slipping down her cheek every few minutes, even as she sat simply and stared distantly at the floorboards.

And Jack…

Tears shone often enough in his eyes, but stubbornly, they would not fall. All the more stubborn was the anger etched hot in his boy’s face, furrowed lines darkening it to a place not even shadows could cause.

John knew that look well. Had felt it burn in his own soul many a time. Seen it burn within one too many strangers too.

Nothing was forgotten, and nothing was forgiven.

He hoped it would fade. Prayed to whatever god there could be that Jack would leave it behind. If he could just be there he could… 

But he wasn’t. And never could be now.

John stroked a hand again over his son’s hair, pressed a kiss to his wife’s temple, and tried his best to swallow his own bitter anger.

It took another long, horrible hour to pass before they retired to bed. 

John had stood to follow the both of them, until a flame caught his eye from a window.

Alarm flared hot in his chest, and he stumbled to the glass. Surely they couldn’t have returned - surely killing him was enough - 

John slammed his face to the window, and his alarm was doused by ice.

Two figures, dressed in their familiar blue, sat around a crackling campfire. 

Something in his chest skipped hard. He slipped away from the window. 

Arthur and Hosea looked up as John stepped out onto the porch floor. For a moment, there was silence.

Then Hosea smiled sadly, while Arthur looked on somberly, and gestured to an empty log that laid between them.

“Hello, John,” Hosea said, his voice a surprise to hear after so many years forgotten. “Come sit?”

Somehow, John numbly did. 

When he was safe on the porch, he wanted nothing more than to stare. But now that he was close, with his brother on one side and his father on the other, he could only bear to stare at the fire, twisting at his fingers till they popped.

Arthur sighed, and Hosea said quietly, “Oh, John.”

A pressure suddenly grasped at his elbow, and John flinched away. Immediately Hosea released him, but John snatched his hand before he could withdraw completely. 

Oh. John thought. Oh.

Hosea’s hand was solid, real, in John’s own. 

“You’re here?” John managed to rasp through a tightening throat, “This is real?”

“We’re here,” Hosea replied, “This is real.”

“Alright,” John said simply. Then he bowed his head, and dark spots appeared in the dirt above his feet. 

A shuffle sounded to his left, then warmth pressed against his entire side, another hand clasping at his shoulder. 

“We never went far,” Arthur said gruffly.

John wheezed at that. Maybe sobbed.

“Oh yeah?” John snapped. Cried. “‘Cause I sure haven’t fucking seen you around nowhere.”

Hosea slipped his hand out of John’s grasp, then he too was pressed into John’s other side. John dropped his head onto the man’s shoulder, gritted his teeth sharp and hard to force his tears back.

“I’m sorry, John,” Hosea murmured, his own voice sounding thick and rough. A hand carded through his hair, and John could only cry anyway. “You did well, my boy. Damn well.”

“I killed them,” John said hoarsely, and for a second, he was back there, with the bodies dead before him. “I killed them.”

Bill and Javier and…

“You didn’t. We saw.”

“He…” John cleared his throat. “Where’s…?”

“Somewhere,” Arthur sighed, “Neither of us have spoken to him yet. You could, if you want.”

John said nothing. He let himself rest a few minutes longer on Hosea’s shoulder, let his tears run their course, before straightening up. He rubbed at his face, and was only a little surprised to feel scars under his fingers.

“You ready?”

John bit his tongue, shook his head firm and tight. “I ain’t gonna leave them.” 

“Don’t got to.” Arthur patted at his shoulder. “We didn’t for you and them and everyone else either. There’s just some other folks who’d like to see you.”

“Like a certain little girl.” Hosea said.

John tried to breathe. “Oh.” He said again.

“Oh,” Arthur said back, not unkindly. He pulled John up with him, and Hosea stood too. “C’mon. We ain’t going far. And not for long.”

John inhaled. Exhaled. Stared hard at the home he had built, the family still left behind inside.

Then he turned, and just for a little while, the night was left dead with the living. 

[agent-barnes40]

The Master

The Doctor & GN!Reader (Platonic)

Dhawan!Master x GN!Reader (Romantic)

60th Special "Wild Blue Yonder" and "The Giggle" spoilers, not Canon compliant, uncanon events happen. READER IS GN BUT AFAB (They will wear a Dress in this fic) READER ALSO HAS A GUN THROUGHOUT MOST OF THIS (Reader will not shoot, just hold it or put their hand on it)

Angst, Hurt and Comfort, Fluff, suggestive

2,352 Words. This is a long one guys

You leaned against the wall, keeping eye on Wilfred. Your hand was resting on your gun, making sure no-one even stepped close to the old man. "Mr. Mott, I suggest we head back to UNIT soon. It seems The Doctor and Donna aren't arriving today."

"Nonsense, we stay just like we did yesterday." The old man said, turning to face you in his wheelchair. You had a soft smile on your face and nodded. "Of course, sir. I do suggest we leave before the fighting gets even worse."

Wilfred opened his mouth to speak and was cut off by the groaning and wheezing of the TARDIS. "I hope she finally learnt how to lift that parking break." You mumbled under your breath, shaking your head when Wilford looked toward you.

Donna stepped out of the TARDIS first, sending a grateful smile your way before running over to Wilfred to hug him as The Doctor stuck his head out and his gaze focused on Wilfred before he focused on you. "Nice to see you again, Doc." Donna looked at you and The Doctor, before you slid your hand away from your gun, holding your hands up. The man stepped closer to you and wrapped a hand around your forearm, an old look filled his eyes as you smirked. "Doc, I'm not associated with him anymore. I'm trying to make up the wrongs he and I committed."

Donna cleared her throat as you pulled your arm out of the Doctor's grip. "What is going on here?"

"Spoilers, Mrs. Noble." You said, looking down toward Wilfred. "Lets get you all to UNIT to explain what's going on. Rose, Shaun, and Sylvia are all safe at your house, Mrs. Noble. I've had Wilfred with me ever since the world started going to hell."

~

"I'll do it, I'll show him what the spike does." You volunteered, already pulling the Zeedex off of your arm and handing it to Melanie, the older woman shaking her head softly but letting you go. You took a deep breath as you handed your gun to Kate. You could feel the anger already starting to build up as you turned to face The Doctor.

The man tilted his head, watching as you wrung your hands together before your gaze fell into a glare. "You're the reason I'm this way, you realize that right?"

"No.." The Doctor responded, leaning on the desk watching as your face scrunched up like Missy's. "You showed me the stars and then showed me the most magnificent woman in the galaxy and then you let her and me almost die! You didn't even care when I showed back up with The Master! You didn't even think to ask what happened when I ran into his arms instead of yours when the Kasaavin showed up on that airplane! It was all "Don't worry Yaz! I'll keep you all safe!" When the only one that showed me compassion was the man you locked up for seventy years!" You started to yell and march up to him.

"You took him away and never ever apologized. You don't care about us when we leave you! Donna gets that treatment because you knew her before he came back into your life! The rest of us get tossed away if we've even been touched by him." You raised your arm up to slap him and instinctively fought against the UNIT soldiers, your co-workers, pulling you back and sliding the metal Zeedex onto your arm and you just sat on the floor, taking deep breaths.

Melanie walked over and sat down next to you, rubbing your arm. She knew everything, and so did everyone else in the room. You didn't hide your association with The Master and your displeasure at being left behind by both The Master and The Doctor, much like other older companions. You didn't move to say any apologies as you helped Melanie stand before you, yourself stood up and you scanned the room. The Doctor just stared at you. "Did you mean all that?"

"No, of course not. Its just the spike, Doc. Don't worry about it." You walked over and rested a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it softly. "I don't blame you for everything."

~

You heard the music and you immediately whipped around, that old hope of The Master suddenly showing up burning back up to the surface. The Doctor grabbed your wrist and shook his head. "Do not engage with him, understood?"

"So it is him? The Master?" You asked, the music getting even louder and that's when you saw the man teleporting all over and you followed his movements. They had the same flair The Master had and you couldn't even stop yourself. "You know The Master!"

The man smiled and winked before jumping down the newly formed trapdoor in the floor and The Doctor took off, sprinting and sliding across the floor to swipe at the petals covering the floor while you followed. "He knows him! That's another regeneration of him, isn't he?"

"He is the Toymaker and you will not go anywhere near him, understood." The Doctor ordered and you barely listened when you looked up and saw The Toymaker waving and you sprinted out of the room, the doors opening and you pointed a finger at the man on the Galvantic Beam.

"What did you do to The Master?" You called out, anger spiking even with the Zeedex on your arm. The Toymaker grinned even more and tilted his head, showing the shining gold tooth and the way to many teeth in his mouth.

"You could say that." The Toymaker said, shaking his head softly when The Doctor and the rest of the team came running out and The Doctor was pulling you back.

The billion-years old Time-Lord sent a look toward you before strutting into the fight. Donna had an arm wrapped around yours, keeping you in place.

~ The Toymaker folded up and you barely even noticed the golden tooth falling to the ground as you fought against Kate and Donna. You had been given hope that any incarnation of The Master, even Missy, would show up after The Toymaker was defeated and as you realized the two Doctor's looking your way, you let yourself turn, pulling yourself from Kate and Donna's grips before heading back into the interior of the tower, hearing the screams of the ball-pit balls and seeing the rose petals all over the floor. You started to pull the Zeedex off and placed it at the ground in front of the Vlinx. "These were genius, Vlinx. Thank you."

The being lightly tilted its head down in a bow. "No need to thank me."

"If anyone asks, let them know I headed home. I'm tired." You left the building, quicker than you ever have in your life, wincing at the sight of the bodies on the ground. You didn't notice the man starting to walk behind you, humming Rasputin. When you heard the song you just shook your head and sped up your pace, noticing how the person behind you also sped up. You put your hand close to your gun, the spike should've been gone long enough now so you wouldn't get jumped but you always aired on the side of caution after running around with The Master. You turned down an alley, hand slowly wrapping around the handle of your gun and slipping it out. You whipped around when you heard the footsteps and stilled. There he was, all in his Rasputin costume and your hands shook. "I know you aren't the Master, so please... Please drop the act and costume."

"Oh Love, did you really think I'd abandon you this long?" The man spoke, his eyes staring into yours and you instinctively closed yours. He let out a chuckle and stepped even closer and pressed a hand to your cheek, his thumb rubbing the skin as you finally opened your eyes.

"Say my name again." The Master ordered, his voice soft and smiled at the deep breath you had to take.

"Hello, Master. I missed you." You whispered out, your eyes scanning his face as you slid your Glock back into its holster and you slid the hand up and onto the ridiculous beard on his face.

"When we get to my flat, you are shaving that off. I hated it on you." You knew you had started to tear up as you stared at him and a smile broke out on your face.

"But you liked my kisses with this beard right?" The Master asked, stepping closer and you let out a laugh.

"Only this one." And with that out of your mouth, the two of you pressed together, lips pressing together.

~

The two of you should've known The Doctor was going to do a check up. The Master had shaved his Rasputin beard off and mainly stuck to the clothes he had stashed in your flat. The sound of the TARDIS made you look over and your mouth dropped at the man coming out wearing a kilt. "So how do I look?"

"You look amazing, Doc. What are you doing here?" You glanced toward the bathroom, where The Master currently was showering. "Wanted to check in on you. Last time we talked, you blamed me for a lot." He said, looking around the room as you crossed your arms.

"And that was The Spike, Doc. I didn't mean it, plus didn't you give this job to the other Doctor? Checkin in on us who are still here?" You said, hand rubbing the over sized button up you wore, nervous about him finding out that The Master was in the room over.

"I just ran into you, thought I'd check in on you myself." He said, his eyes trailing to the two bowls you had set out. "Who else is here?"

"What do you mean you just ran into me?" You asked, focusing on that instead of his question.

"I had to do stuff at UNIT, saw you there wearing a very familiar dress." The Doctor said, looking at you. His eyes hardening as you met his eyes.

You straightened up, raising a brow. "That's future me, Doc. Why are you asking me this?"

"Because you were with him." The Doctor said, an eyebrow raising in turn just as the bathroom door opened and you turned to the door, hoping The Master at least put boxers on.

The Master turned the corner and stilled at the sight of a TARDIS and the Doctor in your living room and he turned to face you. "Is he bothering you?"

"It's okay Master, he isn't bothering me. In fact, he was just telling me about how I'll be wearing your dresses in the future." Your hand gestured toward The Doctor as you started relax, you knew The Doctor had to start playing nice as soon as The Master had walked in.

The Doctor looked between you and the shirtless Master, his brain catching up very quick. "So you two are actually together."

"We've been together since the vault, Doctor." You and The Master practically said in unison, a grin on the both of your faces.

The Doctor crossed his arms and focused on you. "He tried to destroy Earth! He destroyed Gallifrey! He forced regenerated into me! He turned all of you into himself way back when he was Prime Minister!"

The Master started to puff up, his eyes hardening as you started to walk over. "All of us but you don't remember The Year That Never Was, I was there when he worked with The Daleks and his CyberMaster's I don't condone what he did, I don't forgive him for it, and I certainly do not let him forget what he did to you, or Yaz, or anyone. I stayed at his side, out of the fight because I knew you'd come around and blame me for everything like you used to do."

You had to take a deep breath as you stared down The Doctor, anger in your eyes. "I couldn't even say goodbye to him at any point, I didn't know if he was even alive because of you and Yaz! I had to sit and wait until Kate picked me up and assigned me to The Noble's and I sat and I listened to Wilfred as he praised you and everything you did!"

The Master knew what was bubbling up and grabbed at your waist, pulling you back, away from The Doctor. "Love, you need to calm down. You are going to regret what you are going to say."

You were so wound up that it took The Master grabbing your face and looking into your eyes, slowly hypnotizing you into calming down. The Doctor was watching with wide eyes as The Master led you to your shared bedroom and had you sit in there before coming back out.

~

You barely remember that day, screaming and yelling at The Doctor as you had The Master help lace up Missy's corset. His TARDIS had finally showed back up and you wanted to wear one of her dresses. The Master was staring you down through the mirror and you chuckled. "You can tear this off me when I get home. I need to help Donna with a project at UNIT. Do you wanna come with or do you wanna stay here with the cats?"

It took you months to convince him to get those cats, but you won that battle. He regularly took them to vet visits on planets with better pet healthcare than Earth, and the planets had better ways to treat illnesses.

You eventually got out your front door, with three babies (one a large Time-lord) at your side trying to convice you to stay. You didnt carry your gun much anymore as you were just a consultant now, on all things The Master. You barely noticed The Doctor watching you as you signed into UNIT and headed up to Donna's floor. You didnt notice as he shook his head before stepping into his TARDIS.

[theesirenteller]

❝Wait- we’re having a baby?❞

Valerio Montesinos Rojas x F!OC Lolitá

"Valerio, estoy embarazada."

I'm pregnant .

"What?!" The Diplomat Heir yelled out from across the indoor pool room. The vibrant reggaeton music blared from the speakers; causing a vibration rattle to the glass walls and windows. The fluffy-haired male only shot her an intoxicated smile before continuing to sway his hips and dance to the music. Valerio jumped around as the beat sped up.

Lolitá sighed and chewed at the side of her lip. Her pineapple juice trembled within the flute glass that she held onto tightly. The familiar sense of nausea crept up the back of her throat. The in-between of her toes grew sweaty like her armpits and neck. Her head began to throb as her eyes grew blurry. Oh, how she wished she wasn't a coward. Lolitá had been with Valerio for over six months now and with both of their track records regarding relationships, that was the closest to serious either of them had ever gotten. She loved him. She loved him more than she ever thought she loved anyone, even herself. He was truly one of a kind. Not just as a lover but just as a person in general. So wild at heart, so upbeat, and felt his emotions deeply, embraced every and any emotion he felt. And Lolita didn't want to lose him. Or be the cause of breaking his sobriety.

The pair had met at an overpriced Rehab facility in Italy. He made the once dreary place turn to sunshine. They'd recovered from their addictions and as a result of that became addicted to each other. Valerio took her everywhere with him. Now that he managed Carla's winery, he was busy quite a lot. "Co- dependants" was what Lolitá's psychiatrist called them. The shrink was shortly fired after that. Lolitá lived in a blissful delusion when it came to her relationship. As long as they weren't cheating on one another or doing drugs…then they were perfect.

"Fuck." she cursed to herself and just as she was about to get from her seat, Lolitá was tackled onto her back by Valerio. "¡Idiota! You're gonna suffocate me!" she wheezed as he smothered her with kisses.

Valerio could be the living embodiment of the phrase 'Golden Retriever Boyfriend'. He couldn't keep his hands off of her. His palms gripped her breasts as he kissed her neck. His long fingers tugged at the skimpy strings of her bikini top as he playfully bit at her ear, "Aw mí flor no seas así." my flower don't be like that.

He then cupped her face in his hands as he placed a kiss on her forehead " Why so tense baby?" he asked with a thick accent.

This was it. It was now or never.

"Because…" she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, "I'm pregnant."

"Wait, so…we're having a baby? Un chiquito Valerio y Lolitá?" His questioning tone slowly turned to one that was filled with excitement. " Por favor, open your eyes, Litá." Valerio laughed.

And so she did. "You aren't upset?"

"Upset? No! This is amazing. Una regalo de Dios." it's a gift from god." He smiled. He then proceeded to place a soft kiss of reassurance to her lips. To which Lolitá kissed him with a passionate embrace. Her arms wrapping around his neck. Happiness vibrating off of the both of them.

Valerio pulled away for a moment to reveal to mischievous smirk. "We're gonna throw the biggest party to celebrate. Wait until Lu finds out she's going to be uná tiá."

[pawborough]

Hey all!

First off, I want to disclose with full transparency that I’ve had a pretty severe case of “long Covid” for the better part of a month with a co-morbid case of bronchitis and a general throat infection. This put a lot of things out of whack and I do apologize. I got hit with the "tri-power beam." 

Without getting into the weeds on details, I had three scary hospital visits and a bedbound holidays, which greatly impacted my ability to work with the team and did set us back. I’ve since mostly recovered, but I still have a nasty cough, a general wheeze, and cannot use my full voice. I believe this may unfortunately end up impacting my breathing for the rest of my life, but hey I'm still kicking! 

Please stay safe, sanitary, and wear protection around other people.  

Full disclosure! This also impacted my ability to address this earlier, and to give updates, but after recovering I took some time to speak with people and conduct research. 

After speaking with experts, we’ve decided that our best course of action is to refund all previous raffle tickets and instead conduct the contest as a free sweepstakes!

There seemed to be conflicting information on our best steps forward, and at times we had experts who gave us conflicting advice or weren't certain, so we decided it was best to not base any further action on uncertain information. 

What does that mean for you? If you previously purchased a ticket, you will be refunded within 24 hours. If anyone attempts to purchase tickets, they will immediately be refunded and given a note to the sweepstakes. 

Overall, we do apologize for this flip which we are at fault for. My sickness in general made it more difficult to tend to these things earlier and I realize that is quite inconvenient. Thank you so much for your patience. 

Onto the re-host!

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[willryist]

☆ "You Murderous Bastard!" ☆

Pairing: William Afton/Henry Emily

Warnings: Violence (not entirely graphic), toxic relationships but also what's helliam without toxicity

AO3 Post

3,486 Words

divider creds

A/N — Sorry if this is absolute booty butt dogwater I haven't written a fic in more than a year. Don't judge too harshly please and thank you. I'm just a poor little victorian boy. Also editing the fic to fit Tumblr was so annoying this shit took me half an hour

The metallic scent of blood lingered in the air. Streetlights illuminate dark sky, their buzzing acting as white noise.

They'd been fighting for so long that neither could remember who took the first swing. Shoes scuffed on the asphalt beneath their feet, the pair thrashing violently within the nigh empty parking lot as if it were a most amorous dance. With such skin-to-skin contact, these romantics were closer than anticipated.

“You're a sick son of a bitch!” Henry bellowed with a swift punch to William's gut. It took considerable concentration to actually land it, his glasses gone long before this moment. Though he hadn't known where they landed, Henry was sure he'd be buying a new pair. Crimson stained his fists and philtrum like paint.

“Come on Henry! Don't you think this has been going on for far too long?” William wheezed. A poor attempt at composure evident, his chest heaving to retrieve lost air to his lungs. The ab muscles tensed and ached, promising a bruise for the future. “We can talk about this!” Brown hair stuck to the round and sweaty forehead of Afton in a similar fashion to how his clothes clung to his body.

William's attire represented nothing of his behavior now. Adorning a white dress shirt, purple vest with a star pattern, black dress pants, a bright yellow bow tie, and a goofy smile that while usually present, is missing in the moment. It was as if the charisma he emitted at every waking hour drained out of him. Or that it was a shell, hiding true intentions. Henry was beginning to believe the latter.

“You killed my daughter, Bill! We’re past talking, you murderous bastard! I should've known it was you.” Henry's strikes to the plump man were rapid—and sloppy. Energy withheld from the adrenaline rush fading, his arms shook as they lost strength. William found Henry’s faltering a perfect opportunity to dominate—in combat, of course. Afton rushes Henry, nails digging into skin as he grips his shoulders and slams him to the ground. Sat on Henry’s waist to keep him firm beneath him, Henry’s head thrashes onto the hard surface, causing his already aching head to throb with much more intensity.

William’s hand balls into a fist. His knuckles pummel into Henry’s face, skin stretching in reaction. “Don’t leave your child outside of the restaurant with the door locked, Henry! If it hadn’t been me, it would’ve been someone else.” His words were almost incomprehensible, a consistent ringing sound in Henry’s ears acting as a buffer. Even so, Henry could hear the taunting tone. “Are you to say it’s my fault for your own incompetence as a father? Your negligence?” His relentless beating slowed. He seemed to be expecting a response.

“I.. I didn’t notice she was locked out. Some- Some kids were playing a cruel joke...” There was no point in defending himself. Henry knew it had been his fault. Too occupied with his work for the safety of his own daughter. His nights were now spent wide awake, thinking of Charlotte. Of how things were before her death. He pushed himself deep into his work, hoping it would help him forget the tragedy his life had become. All it brought to him were memories. He longed for the days Charlotte and Sammy spent with him in his workshop, joyful sounds filling the room as he worked. He’d never get that back, and he would never get Charlotte back. All that was left was his creations. Fredbear’s.. and the man who stood before him. His business partner. co-founder, and perceived best friend. The man with his daughter’s blood on his hands.

There was no denying Henry’s fluttering feelings for William. Their closeness in private proved so. Flirtatious jokes whispered into one another’s ear too frequently to be only jokes. Sending his family home when the diner closed to “get some extra work done after-hours” with William. Now, Henry wanted nothing but an end to this man, if he could even call him that. He felt disgusted and ashamed in himself for letting someone so vile get so intimate with him, and getting anywhere near his precious daughter. His life.

When Charlotte’s body was found Henry had a strong gut feeling. The name flashed in his mind as he stared into his daughter’s lifeless eyes. William. He pleaded to whatever God was out there that this intuition was wrong, but it persisted in the back of his mind. Asking William if he had any knowledge of Charlotte’s death, he was met with “I would never do anything like that, Henry! You know I cared too much for the little bugger to lay a hand on her! I was her Uncle Will!” and other such phrases during Henry’s doubting moments. He found it suspicious that William’s first response was to defend his own innocence, but he decided to look past it. Bill couldn’t murder his own best friend’s child, right? That was where Henry had been wrong.

Earlier that night, as Henry locked the front doors to the diner, his eyes drifted to what had been on his mind all day. The alleyway. Charlotte’s place of death. Her limp body next to piles of garbage bags as if she were trash. The dull, soulless eyes that once brought so much light into Henry’s life. He was reliving the moment all over again.

Everything he’d bottled up inside for months gushed out of him. He was a jar with a never ending spill of emotions. Henry let out all of his unsaid frustrations and violent thoughts he’s held on himself and the wretched thing that dared to lay a hand on his daughter. He went on and on about the things he’d do to the killer. William stood with him, a hand on his shoulder.

The two were there for longer than either of them wanted. When Henry finally cried himself out, he looked up to William to thank him. Through his tears he saw the smile. It was the kind of mischievous smile you’d find on a kid who knew they had done something wrong. A smile of joyous guilt. This told Henry everything. Anger swelled him like a balloon, ready to pop. Pushing William’s hand off of him, he began to accuse and throw insults. The only thing to keep him from wailing was the red hot fury that engulfed him.

And now, he was here. Taking punches from a murderer. Was he to let William kill him, just as he let him kill his daughter? No. He wasn’t.

Henry puts his hands firm on William’s chest, effectively pushing him back enough to pull away. Taken aback from the sudden action, William is too slow to respond, giving Henry a chance to grab him by the neck. His fingers clenched with an unfound strength. Seeing William gasp and cough for air as he clawed at Henry’s hands fueled him to keep going, to keep squeezing harder and harder. The bluish hue in Afton’s face gave Henry the exact satisfaction he was looking for. A deserving death for a wicked man.

That was until Henry felt a harsh aching pain in his lower chest, and he was shoved backwards. The wind was knocked out of him, and as he tried to catch his breath, his blurry vision focused on William. Though he struggled to process what had happened, William’s raised foot and the dirty shoe-shaped print on Henry’s orange flannel told him what he needed to know.

As much as he wanted to charge at the other man, resume his strangling without any interruptions, and watch him fight in the same way he made his daughter, he couldn’t. His body was close to giving out. William seemed to be in the same state. The two men were laid on the asphalt, propping themselves up with shaky arms and staring at each other with nothing but malice for one another. A stalemate—for now. Henry was determined to see the life choked out of Afton.

William was first to move. Henry was satisfied with the red hand marks left on the other’s neck. He had been so close, and it was time to finish the job. As William approached, Henry’s target was the jugular. Unfortunately, William had suspected as such. He grabbed Henry’s wrists in their ascend to his throat and pinned them down.

Henry never intended on letting William get the upper hand so easily. His arm was able to wriggle its way from the other man's grasp and claw at his purple fuzzy vest, ripping a hole in the fabric. It'd be a comforting texture, if not for the situation. William, infuriated at the damage to his clothing, tried to pull Henry's hand away from the vest, letting go of his other wrist in the process. Henry sat up, effectively pushing the irritated Afton off of him, and readied to swing. William showed similar aggravated energy, fighting back almost immediately. Scratches, bruises, scuffs, and blood covered the two men, their bodies open canvases for the other to paint. Both strive for victory, no matter the consequence, or the casualty.

A battle for power commenced, their bodies tangled like the overgrown vines of a long abandoned castle. The two tumbled about on the ground, tugging and pulling and punching and kicking. Somewhere in between the rough beating, a pinky grazed a bulge, a touch was registered by the other as more tender than it actually was, and lips touched. Unceremonious, unexpected, and sweaty.

Henry fell into the kiss easily. It took him a minute to even process the state in which he was in. Wide eyes stare into William’s closed ones an inch away. His mind yelled at him to pull away from this . . . monster, but his body kept him close. As vile as Afton is, this kind of intimacy feeds the previously dwindling part of his brain that longs for him. For Henry, William is like an addiction. He thinks he can go without him until that rough hand gently rubs his thigh when nobody’s looking, or those loafers ride up Henry’s leg under a table. Once he’s given a taste, a burning in his heart craves more.

Right now he’s cursing that scorching desire. His disgust goes from not just William, but to himself. William Afton, responsible for the disappearance and death of his daughter, for his divorce that caused him to lose his other child, Sammy. William has ruined everything in his life, yet Henry still gives in. But who else did he have? Who was there? His work could not replace human connection, no matter how much he tried to distract himself with it, and even if that connection was coming from someone who Henry couldn’t exactly call human. The only person significant in his life left was the man who destroyed it.

Well, was he really sure Will was the one to do it? It was William’s day off, he wasn’t at the diner during Charlotte’s disappearance. He wouldn’t just drive to Fredbear’s to do that, would he? That smile earlier tonight could’ve meant nothing. Bill has always acted a bit strange, and he’s been one for theatrics ever since Henry knew him. That’s what it was. Nothing. Henry jumped to conclusions out of hurt and a need for justice. That’s all. . .

. . .Who was he kidding? His gut never led him astray, and it sure as hell hasn't this time. William had done it, no doubt about it, and Henry was just as repulsive as William for giving into selfish pining over his own daughter. If anything, he might be more sick in the head. I’m sorry Charlotte, I’m sorry Charlotte, I’m sorry Charlotte. I’m so, so sorry sweet cakes. I’m a terrible father. Please forgive me. . .

A tug of his hair brought Henry back to the scene. William’s hand rested on the back of Henry’s head. Henry’s legs were spread slightly, William’s fitting in between them. Please forgive me, he pleaded once more. His hands reached the other’s back, pulling him closer. Fingers gripped the tattered purple vest.

Gave into him so easily. . .I’m pathetic. A pathetic, horrible man. Charlotte would be horrified and- and. . .revolted. She’d hate me if she were to see me like this. I’m a failure of a father. William’s tongue snaked its way through Henry’s lips. Though an awful intrusion, lust overpowered reason. Barbed wire laced with aphrodisiac, Henry thought of it as.

William’s icy, pale hand drifted over the expanse of Henry’s torso to his shirt collar. Reaching the sweaty tanned skin, he caressed it and twirled Henry’s curly chest hair with his index finger. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, rang in Henry’s mind, and he swallowed with a face flushed red. You’re horrible. Sick. Disgusting.

Nausea deep within his stomach accompanied his carnality, the contrasting mix perplexing him beyond belief. He was unable to comprehend his need for William’s hands all over him and his need to see him dead, and how they were both able to co-exist.

A tug at his flannel’s second button told Henry this wasn’t the time for pondering.

Reopening his eyes, Henry sees just how bad of a number William did on him. Holes and scuffs on his attire were plentiful. The first thought that touched him at the sight was of his wife patching up his damaged clothes. Every patch hand-sewn onto his shirts and pants, each with different patterns. She always refused to use the same fabric on one piece of clothing. Her care for relatively trivial things was endearing to Henry. Her dedication to the craft—even for things as small as Henry’s work clothes—never failed to put a smile on his face. It wasn’t like he’d ever see that again, though. It was now just a memory. Another thing taken from him. He’d frown if it weren’t for the tongue down his throat.

William began plucking at the rest of the buttons. Henry’s lips quivered and fought laughter whenever William’s evident eagerness caused him to make a complete mess of his fingers as he attempted to undo the shirt. William had to break away from the kiss to concentrate. “Havin’ some trouble, Bill?” Henry sneered. “Need some help?”

William shot a glare at Henry before returning to the painstaking task at hand. As far as William was concerned, Henry needed another beating for such a sarcastic tone. Whatever. They were far past that now. Henry’s staring at William’s fumbling hands just worsened his horrible mood. With as level of a voice as William could manage, he said, “Must you stare?”

Henry hastily focused on the vast black of night behind William, and exhaled at the poorly hidden aggravation. Around others, William holds a constantly happy-go-lucky attitude. Nothing ever seems to bother him. However, when it’s just him and Henry, his temper is off the walls. Highly prone to anger, almost anything Henry does that doesn’t fit exactly what he wants when he wants it throws him into a rage. Henry recalled a few times where he disconcertingly watched as William lashed out on his children while visiting his house. Hell, William has lashed out on Henry more times than he could even remember.

William wasn’t always this way, at least from what Henry has seen in the years he’s known him. Before, Henry admired William’s ability to keep composure in any given situation. It was like William was born with the charisma of a talk-show host. With their shared love of robotics and long history together, Fredbear’s Family Diner seemed like the perfect business for the two to start. Beyond perfect, even.

However, the closer the two got, and the longer they spent together, William’s odd behavior became increasingly noticeable to Henry. Henry excused it as the stress that came with running a business, as he’d taken on quite a bit of it himself.

Come to think of it, Henry excused a lot of William’s strange behaviors. Well- everyone has flaws, right? Lord knows Henry has them.

Palms run down Henry’s arms. He shudders involuntarily. Cold.

Blinking his way back into the present, Henry eyes his shirt that was now on the ground and William so close his head might as well be resting on his chest. He got it off already? Huh.

Henry often found himself in and out of the depths of his own mind no matter what occupied him. This situation was no different. Others—especially his wife—were frustrated with how oblivious he was with the world around him because of it. It wasn’t as if he could help it, of course. Whenever he was in that state it was like a personal appointment with his brain. Maybe a therapy session? However he wanted to think of it at the time. Right now he was sure it felt like a long, long therapy session with himself.

However it felt like, he was doing it again. Bringing himself out of such a state while actively in it felt like trudging through quicksand.

The first thing that came to mind to retrieve him from sinking was how freezing he was. It was only sixty degrees, but being shirtless in this kind of weather made it feel thirty degrees lower. “I don’t think I wanna be naked in a parking lot, Bill.”

William grunted indignantly, as if what Henry said was an absurd and unheard of request. ”Don’t you just love being difficult?”

“I’m not asking anything insane. It’s cold, and anybody could drive by. I’m sure at least five cars have come through. I don’t want the whole world to know of us.”

“You sure did all those times in the safe room, or in my office, or any of the unconventional public spaces we’ve been in. I’m surprised your wife didn’t divorce you sooner. I’m sure she’s found out by now.”

Henry could feel his skin sizzle. “You’re one to talk about divorcing wives. Your wife left you years ago.”

“I wouldn’t have given her the chance to catch me cheating on her with another man.”

“You got a hundred-and-ten other things that make you a shitty husband, I’m sure.”

William’s lips scrunched together in vexation. Henry was left satisfied by the silence, assuming it to mean he’s won their little “argument.” Henry wished for much more than winning a trivial dispute, but it’d have to wait. Plans for killing this asshole can be put on hold until they’ve finished their current business.

“Since you’re so insistent, fine.” William stood, albeit a bit wobbly. “Your truck has been lacking in action, I’m sure.” He smiled, amused at himself for simply being. “Is that satisfactory enough for you, Your Whininess?”

William was lucky Henry didn’t punch him square in the jaw. “Sure.” Smart-ass.

Henry grabbed his shirt as he got to his feet and brushed his jeans off with his free hand—as if that would do anything about the blood splattered and stained all over the denim. Wiping his forehead with the shirt, he realized just how much he’d been sweating. Henry’s forehead was completely slick, and so was the rest of his upper body. Turns out fighting your child-murdering best friend whom you have a homoerotic relationship with, then making out with said best friend in the middle of fighting, takes a toll on you. Who would’ve thought.

William closed the gap between the two men almost as soon as Henry stood. With his hands rested on Henry’s waist, his mouth intertwined with Henry’s. William began inching toward the truck, pushing Henry with him.

The two stumbled like drunken fools in their venture to the Chevrolet, stepping on each other’s feet and almost tripping over each other more than once. You wouldn’t want these two in a dance competition.

Henry slung his shirt on his shoulder and gripped William’s top vest button. Trying to balance kissing, undressing, and walking backwards might as well have been a circus clown’s juggling act, because it sure as hell felt like it to Henry. He accidentally broke a few buttons in the process. Oh well. If he can kill his best friend’s daughter, he can spare a button here and there.

Henry had just reached the second to last button on that God forsaken vest when he felt himself get slammed against something cold and hard. It felt like his truck. A pained wince escaped him, but it was easily drowned out by the plethora of other noises he and William were making.

With Henry’s sticky back pinned to the driver side door of his rusted 1978 Chevrolet C10, William’s fingers snuck to the carabiner attached to Henry’s belt loop, taking the pickup truck’s key and turning it in the key hole.

“You’re sick.” Henry snarled, though he didn’t fight the invasive hands that pushed him onto the truck’s bench seat.

[clarepreed]

Micro Story: Don't Hide

Story Content and Summary - 1,121 words. Clare sucks down a throat lozenge and needs a co-worker to help her. Choking, Heimlich maneuver.

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Based on true events from a long time ago. Names and identifying information have been changed/removed.

Clare sat slouched in the uncomfortable metal chair, trying to pay attention to the presentation at the front of the room. She didn’t feel well; hadn’t for days. She hadn’t even bothered to shower that morning; just dragged on her clothes and rushed to work.

“It’s nearing the end of the quarter,” the VP was saying. “If you could schedule the next meeting for—”

Clare didn’t hear the rest of the sentence; she’d drawn a breath that set off yet another coughing fit. First, a burning sensation in the back of her throat that shot down her airway and into her lungs. Then, a seemingly endless coughing fit that stole her breath and made her lightheaded.

Clare pushed herself up from her chair, waving off the concern of her colleagues as she headed back to her desk. She was aware she sounded bad; hacking coughs followed by a desperate wheeze.

The office was an open floor plan with a large multi-use space in the center. This morning, instead of heading out to work with clients or attend off-site meetings, everyone was required to attend the quarterly all-staff meeting. This meant the open workspaces were silent aside from Clare’s hacking and wheezing.

At her desk, Clare took sips of water, trying to ease the burn in her throat. She couldn’t swallow properly; she kept inhaling water, gurgling, and coughing it out in a fine mist. Clare rubbed her chest with her palm for several seconds before reaching up to rake her hair out of her face. It felt like her lungs were itching.

If I have bronchitis again, I SWEAR…

Abandoning the water, Clare dug through her desk drawers until she found a handful of honey lemon cough drops. They were old; the wrappers were sticky and hard to get off the lozenges. But when she popped the drop into her mouth, she was relieved to feel the burn in her throat ease.

Clare shoved the cough drops and some tissues into her pocket and grabbed her water bottle before heading back to the meeting.

This time, she sat in the back in case she needed to get up again.

The remainder of the meeting took less than fifteen minutes, during which Clare questioned her decision to not call out of work, even though doing so was heavily discouraged.

After the meeting, outbound staff gathered coats and purses and waited by the front doors. Clare kept to herself, sniffling and coughing as she swallowed the last of her cough drop. Her next inhalation, the first one without a lozenge, made her cough harder. 

Clare hastily unwrapped another cough drop and popped it in her mouth. Then she headed for the bathroom, embarrassed by her runny eyes and nose and her dramatic gasps for air. 

A man stepped in front of her, putting out his arm. She thought his name was Keegan, and he was a supervisor, if not hers. The man towered over her, his concerned gaze taking her in. Keegan shook his head, making his cropped locs swing. “Spit that cough drop out, you’re gonna choke!”

The coughing was making her nauseated, her mouth flooding with saliva. Clare nodded and pushed past Keegan, running into the bathroom. She bent over a trash can and coughed, gagged, and then dragged in a breath.

The lozenge, previously so helpful, was sucked toward the back of her throat and lodged, painfully and sideways, right at the opening of her airway.

Clare wrenched herself upright, tried to draw another breath. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror; red-faced and wide-eyed, mouth gaping. She couldn’t move any air, and her mouth filled with saliva. Claire bent over the trash can again, drooling profusely as she shoved her fingers into her mouth, trying to catch hold of the lozenge. The oval disc, however, was wedged too deep.

Panic and pressure built, and Clare jerked bathroom door open and stumbled out into the hall.

The first person she saw was Keegan, who’d turned to look when the door opened.

Clare pressed the palms of her hands to her stomach, heard herself make a clicking sound as she tried to breathe. Keegan rushed over, asking: “Are you choking?!”

Clare remembered belatedly to reach for her throat in the universal choking sign. Fear and air hunger stole her more coherent thoughts. Instead of thrashing like she’d have expected, she grew very still, staring up at her colleague.

Keegan slipped in behind her without another word. She felt his strong arms wrap around her waist, his fingers searching for her navel. He found her belly button quickly and pressed his fist just above it, covering it with his other hand.

“Come on!” Keegan muttered, jerking his fist in and up.

The wrenching on her abdomen was uncomfortable, even painful. Clare’s head fell back against his chest and a gray filter dropped down over her vision. She was vaguely aware of her colleagues all around her, silent and staring. Keegan gave her another abdominal thrust, this one much harder, almost lifting her off her feet. Her mouth worked silently, and nausea built in her abused stomach.

Her hands dropped to grip his arms. Keegan exclaimed: “Shit, Clare!” and jerked on her abdomen a third time.

This time, the pressure forced the lozenge out of her airway. The disc bounced off the roof of her mouth and back into her throat, making it her cough again. Then the lozenge slipped whole and painful down her esophagus.

Clare inhaled, drinking in air and sniffing back the mucus flooding her nose. Keegan thrust his bare hand in front of her face, palm up, and barked: “What did I tell you?! Spit it out!”

“I swallowed it,” Clare croaked, swaying on her feet. She felt lightheaded from relief and the rush of oxygen. Her eyes filled with tears.

Keegan grabbed her shoulder, steadying her. “Hey, you’re okay. I’m sorry for yelling. I was just scared shitless…”

Clare looked up at him, awed. She forced herself to choke out: “Thank you…”

Keegan nodded, then shook his head. “Are you okay?”

“Yes…” She swallowed, winced. She still felt like vomiting, and her face was hot with embarrassment. “Excuse… me, I might barf…”

Keegan released her and Clare rushed into the bathroom, feeling surprisingly depressed for someone who’d just avoided death.

I wish I could go home, she thought, leaning over one of the sinks and turning on cool water. She glanced up at herself in the mirror. Blotchy skin and weeping, bloodshot eyes. Another harsh cough wracked her body.

This is bullshit, but at least I didn’t die.

[theundeadgospel]

I’m still sobbing over the fact our DM finally took our training wheels off in COS,,she’s been relatively tame so far up until last session when Strahd murdered our Dhampir then told us hi you’re level 6 now welcome to the REAL COS game :’))))

Granted, my party isn’t dumb. We’re not going to get a TPK unlike her other COS groups lmao and a lot of my party members are very clever. It’s not harder mechanic wise — it’s hard choice driven wise. Our actions have strict consequences now that Strahd is reintroduced. And it’s so fucking heartbreaking.

Because she snapped during the friendly war games and, in a fit of provoking and PTSD, accidentally killed a platoon of men and one of our party members she’s back though thank god for her weird ass demon father. Which caused the knights of Hallowbrook to decide between execution or banishment. The inn keeper, the domain lord, keeps trying to insist she’s a better person and Kass really didn’t want to hurt anyone — to which more than half of his knights retorted with she’s a fucking monster, a danger, and deserves to die.

In this campaign, Vashka is an even bigger threat than Kass because she lost all of her humanity — Kass still acts based off of human emotion and love, which is what led to all these poor choices. Same with Bethanne — because of her humanity, she’s a flawed undead that acts out of panic and love, which indirectly caused the deaths of others. So by executing Kass, Vashka becomes the new BBEG — and even more insane threat to everyone. Kass hasn’t even long rested yet and is still more than likely having a mental breakdown while the knights are prepping themselves with silver weaponry and rooting for her slaughter weeps. And now it’s up to the party to roll good enough or act good enough in my case even though I do have the paladin’s charismatic advantage to convince the inn keeper and his men to stand down — and get Kass to actually speak with us before she fucking dies :’)))) which is. so nerve wracking. christ.

The whole party is separated rn too. Only our dwarf, Morian, overhead this and managed to quell some fires luckily. He’s our other theatric player aside from me. Beth and her centaur friend Elias managed to reconvene with Myrkul and he took her back under his wing thank fucking god and even brought back his dead lover — with no memory whatsoever of who Elias is, reanimated in some random area for them to meet again. Because a Myrkulite managed to change a Lathanderite’s vision on undead, making Beth now in charge of keeping it that way and to continue breaking the stigma on undead. Yona. our satyr, is off sobbing to Kelemvor about all that happened. Oren, our changeling, shit faced drunk and passed out. Nova, our half elf, just trying to get by. Aphrodite, our dhampir, being resurrected somewhere we don’t know. Everyone is split and we’re running out of time. Beth has 0 fucking idea that the knights are planning on ambushing and murdering Kass.

We can’t fight them either — the inn keeper and Kass are both level 20’s. The knights are his men. We have to actually rely solely on performance and dice rolls for this one wheezes,,, and either manage to save Kass, make an enemy out of the entirety of Hallowbrook, or fail and watch her die. There’s really no winning here.

listen my DM chooses rule of cool and theatrics above dice rolls in tense situations a lot and I am the most theatric person here lmao the only reason Beth managed to get Myrkul’s attention was not because of my d100, but because I voiced a full mental breakdown of her monologuing and pleading for him to help her and her party before we had a tpk. and I’ll fucking do it again with a full mental breakdown in front of the knights to spare Kass’ life smh this campaign is HELL

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Same thing with Maxie! Even though Courtney and Tabitha would be scared at first to try, since they don’t want to anger him, once they hear this laugh, they understand that he needed to be perked up :)

Mehehehehhehe! I'm officially making this the "Same day, different setting" dabble to the Archie one! Both men are getting cheer up tickles today! I've gotcha covered, anon!

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Maxie stared at his monitor for a long, long time. Three little words was all it took to ruin his day. Taking a deep breath, he cradled his head in his hands.

Then with a roar, he grabbed the Ghastly stress ball off his desk, throwing it as hard as he could against the wall. It bounced and rolled away unscratched.

“What happened? Boss?” Tabitha ran in, eyes wide at the sound. Behind him, Courtney poked her head over his shoulder, equally concerned. “Did something break?”

Maxie flushed, shamed. Then he slumped, waving at the monitor. “Tabitha, Courtney. Do either you know how to fix corrupted files?”

~~~

Two hours and three cups of coffee later- the files were found and restored. Tabitha slumped back in his borrowed chair with a satisfied huff, grinning up at the two. “Done! That’ll do it, boss.”

“I went ahead and backed up the rest. Just in case this happens again.” Courtney looked up from her tablet, munching away at the remains of her donut.

“Thank you two. Where’d I be without you?” Maxie sighed as he leaned against the wall rubbing away a headache. All day it’s been nonstop- every little bad thing that could happen did. He never felt so drained.

“Hm…Boss? You seem pretty stressed.” Tabitha noted the stress lines along Maxie’s forehead. “Why not take a break?”

“Yeah- we can go out to that new cafe down the road! They got better coffee than this sludge.” Courtney perked up, grimacing as she swished around her cup. “It’s a nice day too.”

“I appreciate the thought, but I have to finish my work.” Maxie began to make his way back to his desk. “If I recall, you two also-”

He never finished that thought as ten fingers attacked his ribs.

Now- Maxie wasn’t a bad person. He was just-well, intimidating. His subordinates did their best to avoid angering him the best he could. However- Courtney’s desire for coffee won over her innate fear in that moment as she tickled the absolute daylights out of the redhead. There was a brief, tense pause where both her and Tabitha were sure they’d die.

And then…

“EEEH! Ehehehehehehehhehaahhha! Co-Courtnehehehehhehy! Pfft-sthahahhaap thahahahhahaht!” Maxie doubled over, trapped within her clutches. “Enohohoohohough!”

“Holy- it’s working, Tabby! Get over here and help me!” The girl cried in glee, too afraid to stop as she carried on poking and prodding along his torso. Tabitha was quick to join in, going for Maxie’s belly and hips. “Ready to take a break, boss?”

“Gehehahahahhhahaha! Ehehehhehehe! *wheeze* Fihihihihine, fiihihihine you wihihiihihn!” Maxie cried, gasping for air as the fingers tickling him came to a halt. He leaned on his knees, gasping for air as his admins shuffled about, coming to stand a safe distance away. “Yohohohu two…”

“Eep, sorry boss-”

“Whehere’s this cafe? I wouldn’t mind an eclair.” Maxie’s question left them shocked, eyes wide as they shared a look. Then Courtney was leading the way, raving about the treats as the three of them began the walk over.

Maybe a break wouldn’t be so bad afterall.

Send me a headcanon and I'll write a dabble for it!

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->OCs playing Roblox Doors (old version)

Angel... Doesn't play Roblox, not even Eiji and Akihiko- so they're like the spectators gang (Angel watching Rosie's POV, Eiji on Kitty's, and Akihiko on Laurence's)

Edward will join them because he's most likely a Roblox Guy/IH

Rosie definitely dies first, probably after door 50 surprisingly...

She has good reflexes, but the problem is that she dies whenever she stays on the closet or in the dark for too long-

Laurence knows how to synchronize the timing when getting into the closet, so Rosie would last longer if he's with them in the co-op lol-

Kitty definitely plays Doors a lot before but solo, dies a lot, until she's used to the monsters and knows what to do once playing in coop.

Yet, when she first faced the 2nd boss monster, she didn't thought that the monster was blind and can only hear so it took 5 deaths to realize that she needs to crouch around in order to beat it <//3

Edward and Laurence are definitely observing everything the entire co-op gameplay, and most likely being able to get through 100 doors ending without dying a lot-

Also, Laurence just being so done with a certain entity that keeps 'psssst' on his ears, idk why it keeps targeting him lol-

Kitty// Right, to the right! Why are you going in circles, meow???

Laurence, pov all pitch black// I'm hella blind, darn it,,,,- 😔

Laurence// *bumps into a desk with cabinet fortunately* God is with me, oh GOSH-/ih

Screech// pssst

Laurence// (...where the f*ck are you, you piece of-.)

It's cute how Laurence is trying to look after the ladies but Kitty just can't stop opening doors before everyone can catch up rjrnnfnrn

Edward// Calico- stay the bloody h*LL away from that door.

Kitty//

Kitty// *opens it anyway* :3

*lights flicker*

Edward// CRAP-

Laurence// *ends up getting killed by Rush because he let Rosie take the closet that was left available-*

Laurence would probably sniff in guilt if Rosie ever dies again- he'll actually scream in agony in vc if she does as she nervously laughs at her silly mistakes fbfbbfbfhf

Edward is definitely trying to keep everyone calm as possible and checking up on the others who sometimes don't even check their health bar or the flashlight duration bar-

Eiji would actually wheeze whenever Kitty does those idiotic actions during the gameplay bit somehow still live longer than she should-

Angel would sometimes take over Rosie's PC whenever she's having her little afternoon tea- so Wu Chang gaming technique moment(people can't say no to her tea break/IH)

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I choose to make this Weird(tm) and hilarious. I choose to believe that means He's Pregnant. Congrats \(^o^ )/~☆ It's a Rage Spawn! World's ANGRIEST Baby!

Because One(1)! Ghost core can not make a ghost baby.... but TWO SURE CAN. And no one ever gave Danny the Ghost Talk(tm). There is a REASON you take Core related injuries or ailments to a CERTIFIED Ghost Medical Professional(tm)!!!

The bright side? The "joy of fatherhood" has DEFINITELY calmed and centered Jason. In that he is on a VERY panicked mission to retrieve his child, negotiate co-parenting with the Alien(?) he somehow got suprise superheroics pregnant(sweet Jesus, WHAT EVEN IS HIS LIFE), and binge reading both the parenting books he stole from the Manor AND the JLA's various "So You've Knocked Up An Alien, Demon, or Eldritch Beast!" Pamphlets. He's VERY Calm. NEVER been calmer.

In FACT, the ONLY person calmer, is BRUCE. Who is making Concerning(tm) wheezing noises and gripping the batplane's steering wheel so hard he may break bones in his hands! WE ARE ALL VERY CALM HERE, RIGHT BRUCIE?! *very deliberate, if slightly wheezing, controlled breathing exercise sounds in the background*

The Outlaws AREN'T helping, because all THEY heard is "blah blah Some One Kidnapped Jason's Brand New Adorable Baby and Probably Made Jason Cry. They Like To Kick Puppies. You Should Overreact About It!" Roy ESPECIALLY is out for blood because he KNOWS Jason hadn't actively been planning on being a Dad so HOW IS THERE A KID? And WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU?!

He and Nightwing are just feeding off each other in a rage cycle at this point and may MURDER their way through half the God damned continent. NO ONE has stopped to talk to each other. Timmy is THIS👌 close to his supervillian origin story, AGAIN. Damian is in the wind, on a one man campaign to Rescue His Nephew(tm), and probably both have a life changing journey of healing and come to grips with his own shit childhood as he vows to save the unborn Todd Spawn from a potentially SIMILAR childhood.

Oracle? She's just straight up at war with the government. Found herself an active threat to her new nephew. Not Today Satan(tm). GIW? Meet the tech equivalent of a tactical nuclear strike. She's out here destroying LIVES.

Cass is sitting in Amnity already. She's been there a week. She has discovered blob ghosts enjoy being juggled and tried the "Nasty Burger". The sauce tasted oddly... flammable. She is concerned. It has yet to occur to her that she should PROBABLY tell the others where "Nephew's Other Dad" is headed.

Duke and Steph, concussed and injured respectively, are watching with horrified awe and horrific glee as everyone LOSES THEIR SHIT. Alfred's sensible suggestion of just ASKING the glowing lad what was going on, perhaps over brunch, and having a civilized ADULT conversation... was dead before he could even fully voice it.

It is, of course, CRITICAL. Absolutely VITAL! That NO ONE has any fucking clue what is happening. One moment everything is normal. The next? The normally unflappable Bats are LOSING THEIR SHIT in broad daylight and multiple things are on fire. All anyone can get up at the Watch Tower is "AAAAAAAAA BABY AAAAAA JASON AAAAA HE TOOK RAAAAA NOT ON MY WATCH AAAA *BAT EQUIVALENT OF HYSTERICAL SOBBING* "

Yet? Hood is... Not? The culprit here? Victim? S-Should they be... HELPING? They DEFINITELY said BABY, right? There is a baby involved? That's important! We protect babies! ....from who though? Supes, you get anything out of that? Wonder Woman? ...Why are they in Illinois?! Guys this SEEMS likesomething we should be doing something about!

And of course! Ghost babies don't take nine months. They take however long they need too! Mostly, until they have a Core Cause... and enough ectoplasm. Which? The Rage Child most CERTAINLY has a CAUSE. All he needs is that sweet, sweet 'plasm babyyyy~ then HE, STORMAGEDDON (or some other EQUALLY no doubt Suitable and IMPRESSIVE Name his Father's will Bestow Upon Him) shall unleash his MIGHTY and UNSTOPPABLE WRATH upon the SCURGE of INJUSTICE.

Starting with the Joker. He's going to rip his throat out with his itty bitty baby teeth. For DADDY!

Wrath Child's birth is going to be... An Event(tm). So, SO many hero and anti-heros and GHOSTS and GHOST HUNTERS! Because, after all, Red Hood DID Suprise Superhero Weirdness Baby the Fenton's baby boy~ So :D obviously they have to kill him. Well MADDIE wants to kill him. Jack wants to know if this is a whirl wind romance thingy, if not, THEN kill him. Vlad has made the case for marry so the child isn't a bastard and Danny gets Hood's criminal empire.... THEN kill him.

Sam is gonna take his kneecaps. Who's? Yes. Tucker, Holder Of The Braincell, called Frostbite. Who, sadly NOT being the holder of the brain cell, panicked when he realized The Talk was never given and THE KING is about to be a single mom. That can't happen! Both the king AND his unborn child need support! I will (platonicly obviously, no offence Great One, but he prefers sexy other Yetis ya know?) step up and be the Other Parent!

Which? Will NOT stand. How DARE. No, no, clearly PANDORA shall rise to this occasion! And take on this great hono- *smash!* LIKE FUCK YOU ARE! The kid' be BORED to undeath! No clearly it has to be ME, EMB- *Dragon noise!* Mi'lord I came as soon as I heard! I am ready to help you raise your so-*Ack! Fwump!* A child allowed to roam FREE with no STRUCTURE or RULES? The LAST thing we need is TWO royal brats! I, by the power invest-*Fenton blast!*

LIKE HELL YOU ARE, SPOOKS! Stay AWAY FROM MY BABY AND GRANDBABY!

All this. Throw in TEAMS of superheros. Probably Klarion because let's be real hear, this is the greatest thing he's seen in MILLENNIUM. Hell, HE might volunteer to be the little rugrat's new Daddy just to keep the show GOING! How do you feel about a summer wedding, ghost king? We can do it on Christmas just to stick to that old Saint Nickolas you hate so much~? C'mooooon, let him be a Bad Influence~

And Just? Jason, so passed panicked he's now reached a nirvana like numb, just calmly picks his way through the CHAOS *Distant Klarion giggling* and just.... scoops up his baby. Throws his new co-parent over his shoulder. Aaaaand keeps walking. Jason has Decided: Nope(tm). Just a big ol... We are NOT gonna do this today. He has decided: To Not. Really, should have done it years ago! It's very relaxing.

Let's go get something to eat. Pick out names. My name's Jason btw. Danny huh? Nice name. We should probably buy some babystuff while everyone we've ever met tears apart the outskirts of your town. I'll pay, kinda a crime lord, also a Wayne sometimes. What're your thought on college funds... *they meander off and Amnity's current mayor, whomst is not Vlad, weeps at the destruction.*

@tourettesdog @cyrwrites @stealingyourbones

DPxDC Prompt where Danny does what comes to him instinctively when he meets Red Hood: he cleanses the man’s core. He’s not even sure how he does it– how he knows to do it. Danny just puts forward what he can of his own ectoplasm, expelling the corruption from Red Hood’s core in one foul swoop.

What Danny doesn’t anticipate is that taint latching onto his own core instead, reinforced with a vengeance.

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Black and Blue - Sneaking

“You snuck up on me again,” Ben said, grumbling. Ruth put a comforting and only ever-so-slightly patronising arm around his shoulders, pulling him close and ruffling his hair with her free hand. He, feeling like he deserved it, let her do this.

“Yeah well, it’s a noisy crowdy day. And you also don’t know how long I took actually sneaking up on you. I really had to put some effort in! So don’t feel too bad.”

Ben considered this, then Ruth added, leaning in so she could hiss:

“Maybe just feel a tiny bit bad.”

“Har,” Ben said, sourly, noticing that there was a fly in his squash. He hoped it was a recent addition.

“Aww, someone’s grumpy. Come here!” Ruth said, removing her arm and twisting Ben about on the spot so that they were facing. He found her looming over him. Had she got taller?

“Wait, wha-”

This was about all Ben had time to say before Ruth lunged and wrapped her arms about him, giving him an almighty squeeze as she leaned back and hoisted him up off his feet. Ben, surprised, squeaked.

“You’re just so cuddly!” Ruth said with obvious glee, upping the tightness of the squeeze while also giving Ben a bit of a shake from side to side, her sheer delight at his cuddliness apparently unable to be expressed by squeezing alone.

“People are looking…” Ben gasped through gritted teeth. Him speaking just made Ruth lift him higher.

“That’s ‘cos they want in on this, obviously. But you’re the only one grumpy enough to need it, so tough luck to them. You’re heavy. Anyone ever tell you that?”

He was indeed heavy. Strong as Ruth was - and that was pretty alarmingly strong - Ben was a dense lump of matter for anyone to be hefting around. Once Ruth got him up high enough her balance took a hit and she very nearly fell over backwards, only stopping with some supreme effort and a few steadying steps. Judging from the giggling she seemed to think the whole thing was pretty funny.

Her laughing proved semi-infectious, too, because at the least it got Ben smiling, once the alarm at very nearly falling on top of her had passed. He found himself face-to-face with her, and her beaming. No hiding the pointy teeth now.

“Feel better?” She asked.

“No,” he said as seriously as he could manage, trying and failing to wipe the smile away.

“Well, I tried,” Ruth said with an exaggerated sigh, putting him back down again whereupon he promptly wheezed and rubbed his sides. His cup of squash was long-gone, lost somewhere in the confusion.

“Why so grumpy anyway? Other than being snuck up on by the girl who’s, like, twice your size,” Ruth asked.

“You’re just taller, don’t let it go to your head. And I’m not grumpy.” 

“He said. Grumpily. I’ll hug you again. See if I won’t.”

Ben took a sharp step away from her as Ruth opened her arms once more and turned to him, threatening to advance.

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Fucking RA

Group : ATEEZ

Pairing : RA!seonghwa x afab!reader

Genre : College!AU, smut

Word count : 5.5k

Warning : MDNI, dirty dirty explicit smut; dom!seonghwa, sub!reader, masturbation slight voyeurism (??), unprotected sex (don't do this irl if you don't want your cooch or peepee to clap), creampie and I really don't know what the fuck I wrote

a/n : I'VE BEEN WORKING ON THIS FOR A LONG ASS WHILE 😭😭 i told @bobateastay about this back then and i decided that maybe posting this before whoretober ends is a good idea. but then i got distracted and shit happened so i said ehh posting this before nutvember ends is fine too. mind you this is an experimental work. as in if this fic receives positive feedback and support, i might make more oneshots like this lmao

You had just arrived back to your co-ed dorms when your friend, Wooyoung suddenly barged into your room with a stupid grin on his face. "Guess what happened," he told you, sounding beyond excited.

As you placed your bag by the side of your bed, you dropped down to sit on your bed. "They're finally getting rid of extra cost for extra cups at the cafeteria?" you guessed first. Wooyoung shook his head. "They... Are changing the campus mascot?" you guessed again which caused Wooyoung to scoff, "Please, that bunny might be crusty, but it's a sex symbol," "Ewh, how?" you cringed but he didn't answer. "Come on, guess again!" he whined whilst walking towards your bed and plopping down on it as if it was his own bed. "Why can't you just tell me?" you pretended to whine back at him. He rolled his eyes at your attempt at showing how annoying he is but he talked anyways, "San finally got caught fucking by Seonghwa hyung so he's being punished as we speak!" He wheezed out happily.

You can only stare as your friend laughed hysterically on your bed. "I don't know how you can be so happy at your friend's misfortune," you sighed. It took Wooyoung a while but he stopped laughing, "It's not that it gave me happiness, but we made a bet that he wouldn't get caught by Seonghwa hyung! Out of all the RAs, he's the only one who has a stick up his butt and maybe seeing San's balls can calm him down," he said as he wiped a stray tear away from his eyes.

The man in question, Park Seonghwa, is one of the people in Wooyoung's close-knit friend group. Not so surprisingly, he's the RA. He's notorious for being a strict person, following the rules and never showing bias even with his friends. He once let Hongjoong spend the night on the lobby sofa because he came back at 3 am from working on his assignment. Sure, it might be affected by the fact that Hongjoong had accidentally kicked Seonghwa's on progress lego death star and ruined them, but the dorm has a rule where they are not allowed in after 12 am so he was just following the rules. Another incident was when Wooyoung created a commotion in the middle of the night for a stupid TikTok trend that cost him a week of helping the janitors clean the dorm toilets.

Not to mention, Park Seonghwa has this ability to bust anyone who's having sex in the dorm. It's like a super sense or something. The co-ed dorm is truly lucky to have him, but the students found it annoying. If his friends can't bribe him, their fate is worse than death when faced with the man.

Despite his strictness, you can't deny that the man is extremely hot and given the chance, you'd wanna get railed by him. The thought, of course, you kept to yourself. If any of your friends found out that you have the hots for Seonghwa, that'll be the end of you. But you realized that you are always affected by Seonghwa without him having to do anything. So to evade accidentally letting anyone know, you simply avoid Seonghwa and kept your personal interactions to a minimum or made sure that you're with other people when he's around. It might sound too much, but the system works.

You cringed at Wooyoung's comment, "I'd be concerned if seeing San's balls calm Seonghwa down," to which Wooyoung teasingly squinted his eyes at you, "That's homophobic," he joked. You only rolled your eyes and threw a pillow at his face, "Get the fuck out Wooyoung, I wanna go take a shower," you tried to shoo Wooyoung away. He raised an eyebrow and instead of moving away, he strikes a ridiculous pose on your bed, "Is that an invitation?" to add to his teasing, he winked at you. Wordlessly, you lift up the same pillow that dropped to his side as a warning that you'll hit him again. In the end, Wooyoung ran out of the room cackling happily after messing with you.

You knew that you had to be quick to secure a shower because, in less than an hour, people will start piling in. Due to a sudden change in your schedule for the week, you had the luxury of being able to show in peace with no one around. Being in a co-ed dorm means that while you don't shower with the males, they are only separated by a wall. And luckily, you've been blessed with the opportunity to shower in a completely empty communal shower room. Call it what you want, you decide it's the universe's way of rewarding you for being good.

So you quickly gather your shower caddy and a change of clothes and head to the bathroom. As you closed your door, you bumped slightly into someone and when you turned around, you saw Seonghwa staring down at you with a smile on his face. "Hey, showering?" he asked, nodding his head to the things in your hands. You looked down to see your panties on full display and you immediately tried to discreetly hide them under your shirt (but you failed). You chuckled awkwardly and nodded, "Yeah... The bathroom should be empty now so I can shower more comfortably," Seonghwa nodded slowly at your answer. Thank God he was gentlemanly enough to not mention your panties or you would've dropped dead at that very moment. "Well, have a good shower!" he waved to you before walking away.

Almost immediately after Seonghwa left you, you dashed to the bathroom that was only two doors down from across your room. You can't lose the chance of showering in peace just because you embarrassed yourself in front of Seonghwa. Sweet, sweet Seonghwa who seems to always have glossy lips, long and delicate fingers, and his damn tongue that darts out like a snake. Without you realizing it, you were clenching your thighs.

You were in such a hurry and so deep in your thoughts that you didn't even realize you hadn't brought your towel to the bathroom. Sadly, you realized this when you're already butt naked.

Cursing yourself, you immediately put on the oversized shirt on your body, neglecting your underwear because you'd only be a minute and your room's so close.

Knowing that you were in such a vulnerable state, you peeked your head first into the hallway, making sure that no one was around. Thankfully, the hallway was very empty, not a single soul can be found. Heck, you were sure not even the ghosts are roaming the floor at that moment. So you got cocky. You walked leisurely into your room, get your towel, and then walked back to the bathroom. On your way, you accidentally dropped your towel on the floor so you mindlessly bent down to get it, not caring that you were very much exposed.

As you walked into the bathroom, however, you managed to miss the person standing at the end of the hallway with wide eyes, frozen in his place.

The shower was refreshing. You took your time scrubbing the ickiness from studying (not that you sweat or anything in class, but you feel the need to rid yourself of studying), and then you washed your hair, carefully massaging the scalp that you hope can transfer to your brain as it has been forced to think hard that day.

Whilst in the shower, you couldn't help but think of your interaction with Park Seonghwa earlier. Your mind drifted off to the way he spoke to you, how his voice is melodious and smooth and thick like honey but still has an edge of command to him. Makes you wonder how he is in bed. You were pretty sure that he's dominant with maybe a daddy kink. How could he not? The man LOOKS like that. You can't really put it into words, but he feels like the embodiment of the words "daddy" and "mine". He might have a baby girl fetish too, but it might just be your wishful thinking.

Mind elsewhere, you didn't even realize that your hand had slipped down between your legs and started caressing your inner thighs. The stimulation made your mind drift from thinking about Seonghwa and his kinks to thinking about Seonghwa and his kinks. You parted your folds to feel your arousal slowly seeping out of you. The feeling made you bite down a small moan. As your fingers began circling your clit, you imagined him naked in front of you, puffs of breath leaving his pink luscious lips as he panted out your name. Your brain imagined how he would sound like when he was putting you in your place, how he wants you to do things to him. And you can only imagine how pretty his cock would look like and how big and girthy it is. You couldn't help but physically shudder at the thought. Your fingers worked quicker, chasing your high. You imagined it was Seonghwa playing with your pussy. When you slip two fingers into your hole, you imagined it to be his fingers. Though, you believed that his fingers are more experienced and it could reach the parts inside you that you'd never reach before. Just the thought of Seonghwa probably able to make you reach an earth-shattering orgasm made your knees buckle and you had to anchor yourself onto the shower wall in front of you. The warm water running down your back drove your brain into believing that Seonghwa was behind you and that was his body heat you're feeling. You began whining to yourself as you felt your climax approaching.

"Seonghwa, oh god- please, please, please, please, please, I wa- I wanna-" you couldn't even finish your sentence before your legs buckle as you finally reached your orgasm. As you slowly catch your breath, you pulled your hand from between your legs slowly. The sight of your fingers covered in your juice from the thought of (what you can only classify as) your friend made you blush. You felt guilty for thinking of him in such a way, you honestly felt like a pervert. Still ashamed, you immediately wash off your hand and continued with your shower with the image of a naked Seonghwa that your brain concocted at the back of your mind.

After (finally) finishing your shower, you came out of the bathroom feeling fresh and a lot more relaxed. Looking at yourself in the mirror outside of the shower stall as you massage your hair with your towel, you saw the way your skin glistened and you honestly feel like a goddess. You wondered, does the effect come because of the relaxing shower you just had or was it because you just had an orgasm from the thought of the hot RA?

As you were walking out of the bathroom area, you were stopped when you bumped into a hard chest. You looked up to see Seonghwa towering over you. His eyes seemed dark and intimidating and he was standing tall. It both terrified but also turned you on.

"Uh... Hi Seonghwa, wha-" you couldn't finish your question because he had already menacingly stepped forward which made you step backwards until your back hit the cold mirror of the bathroom. He caged you by putting his hands on either side of your head, making sure you can't leave. Seeing him look at you with menacing eyes and confidence made you very nervous. Had he heard you moaning? Had he heard you touching yourself while moaning his name?

"Did you know I was standing at the end of the hallway when you bent down, showcasing, or perhaps flaunting your pussy like a bitch in heat?" he asked, tongue darting out from between his lips and you could've sworn your knees buckled at the sight. Or maybe it was his VERY dirty words. "I- I- I-," your brain couldn't seem to be able to function at that moment, you don't know if it was the steam you just inhaled while you were showering or if it was because of Seonghwa. You're willing to bet it was the latter.

Seonghwa saw your state of incoherence and smirked, "Cat got your tongue now? Where was the brazen slut who roamed the hallways without underwear?" he asked as his right hand suddenly drop to caress the length of your arm before it rested on your hip. "Gotta say, I wasn't done looking at it. You were so quick to stand back up and leave, I couldn't get enough image to get myself off," at that, your eyes dropped to his crotch and that's when you finally took notice of his boner. The fabric of his jeans seemed snug and the crease only emphasized the size of his cock.

The sight of his cock straining in his jeans made you clench your thighs together as if to suppress the feeling growing between them, something that Seonghwa noticed immediately. He smirked as he grab your hand carefully and brought it to his crotch, "You feel this? This is all because of you," your knees almost buckled but thankfully he pressed on your body and his lips caught your earlobe, "I hate that a glimpse of your pussy is able to turn me on like this," you moaned out when he bit into your earlobe, your own hand automatically squeezing his clothed cock. "Tsk tsk tsk, naughty girl," he chuckled when he felt you slowly stroking and squeezing him through his pants. "Is this why you've been avoiding me? Because you know you couldn't keep your hands off me if you got the chance to?" he teased. You blushed and pouted, "Don't tease me, it's not funny," you whined. Seeing you like that made Seonghwa coo and leaned down to softly press his lips to you. "Don't worry, baby, I understand because that was always my strategy too," he confessed.

Before you could react, he had pulled you flush against him and his hands immediately went into position; one cupping the back of your head and the other holding one of your legs up so your crotches were touching. You couldn't help but moan into his mouth and began grinding onto him. Seonghwa felt how much you wanted him and he groaned into your mouth. The vibration shot down to your pussy and at that point, you just couldn't take it anymore.

You pushed away from Seonghwa slightly, confusing him. But a smirk grew on his face as he saw you slowly undressing in front of him. You didn't even care that the floor was wet and that it was soaking your clean clothes, you wanted him. One by one, each article of your clothing dropped to the floor and once you stood buck ass naked, Seonghwa immediately followed suit, taking his own shirt off and pants. But before he could pull unbutton his jeans, you dropped down to your knees and began unzipping his pants with your teeth. "Oh, you're dirty," he sighed out, voice slightly trembling from how horny he was.

Once his pants were on the floor, you were about to pull his briefs down but he tugged you up, "I really need to taste you," he breathed out and before you know it, your body had been pressed to the mirror with Seonghwa occupying the space between your legs. He lifted one of your legs up his shoulder and let out a shaky breath at the sight of your pussy in front of him. "It looks even better up close," you gasped when he started slapping your pussy a couple times. When you looked down, he was staring at your reaction with a smug grin on his face. He didn't say anything else but you could sense him getting the satisfaction he needed from the way your body jolted when he slapped your pussy or your thigh, how it squirms when the parted the lips to toy with the slickness there. "Seonghwa," you whimpered out, the sound of your voice was a little above a whisper but that was all you could muster, "Hmm?" Seonghwa replied as he began peppering kisses on your thighs. "Don't tease," you managed to choke out. He chuckled at your desperation, the vibration from his voice shooting straight at your pussy and by god, you think you could've cum just from his voice.

Thankfully, he moved to lick a fat stripe from your entrance to your clit in an antagonizingly slow pace. You've seen his tongue darting out like a snake and by god you never could have imagined that it'd feel so good. Your eyes rolled back and your head fell back to the wall, chest arched in pleasure. As Seonghwa began eating you out to his heart's content, he peered up to look at you and the sight of you in a state of bliss made his cock twitch. A moan left his mouth and the vibration shot through you to the point that your legs trembled. Seonghwa had to repositioned his hands as to not let you fall.

"Seonghwa, Seonghwa, Seonghwa," you called out, it was as if you were possessed and your mind cleared of any other words other than his name. The way you called him only proved to stir him up even more. What was slow, ravishing licks turned to hungry possessive slurps, it was as if he was trying to leave his mark on you and making a point of letting you know your puaay is his. The obnoxious wet sound of him completely devouring your pussy made you clench around nothing.

Just as you were a whiny, moaning mess, Seonghwa too was affected. Unbeknownst to you, he had pulled his cock out of his boxers and slowly stroked himself. He used his precum to lubricate his movements. His own eyes rolled back at the pleasure of tasting you and the stimulation given to his dick and the more he pleasured himself, the more he craved for you.

Seonghwa abruptly detached himself from you, making you whimper in protest. As he came back up to tower over you, you automatically wrapped a leg around his waist and your arms around his neck, seeking his touch. His exposed cock made contact with your pussy, wet from your own juice and his spit and the feeling when he made contact with you was beyond any words in existence. You began grinding onto his cock, begging for him. "Why'd you stop?" you whined, your eyes glossy with tears of frustration that began to gather and cheeks flushed from pleasure. Seeing you in that state made Seonghwa smirk in arrogance, pleased that he was able to put you in such a state. His tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip, maybe in hunger from seeing you or to taste the remnants of you left on his lips. With the appearance of his tongue, he pressed his stiff cock on you more. The heaviness of it and the pulsing tip bumping and brushing deliciously against your clit, making your breath hitch and head thrown back. He took that as a sign to dove down and mark your neck with his mouth. Teeth nipping at the sensitive skin, the sound of you so pathetically affected by him only spur him as he growled and the vibration shot from your skin down to your core. You were sure that you were leaking an embarrassing amount down there. But you couldn't care less.

"I need to be inside you," Seonghwa panted, his tongue dragging upwards from your neck to your earlobe where he let his teeth nibble on, "I need to fill you up with me," he begged, voice raspy.

Your pussy throbbed with each drag of his cock. The tip was inching slowly down to your hole at a deliberately slow pace. You hated how he was taking his damn sweet time but the torture felt so good.

Just as he was about to slip his cock in, chatters were heard from outside. Voices grew louder and louder towards the bathroom and before you know it, the front door was slammed open and in came a group of giggling girls. Seonghwa pulled you to the furthest bath stall, only closing the door slightly due to being hurried. He trapped you between his arms, back pressed on the wall as he panted over you.

"...Yeah, and I heard they weren't even trying to be discreet!" one of the girls laughed.

Both your and Seonghwa's eyes widened at that. Had you both been caught by other people?

"Please, San was asking to get caught,"

You recognized the voices as the group of girls who gossip and tattle just to cause drama as soon as your brain can work. It was hard to think straight with Seonghwa's heaving chest right in front of your face and his dick brushing against your hip.

"It was crazy that you reported him to Seonghwa though. If San ever finds out, he'll go ballistic,"

"Oh please, what can he do? He might look like a constipated cat but he's all claws no bite,"

It began to seem like they were never leaving and you couldn't ignore the fact that you're really needy. And that Seonghwa's penis is RIGHT THERE. Plus, you kinda hate the fact that Seonghwa was focusing on those girls instead of you. He might just be worried that he'll get caught, but the horniness in your brain disregarded that fact and choose to do something that can get his attention back to you.

Seonghwa's eyes widened and his head snapped to you when he felt you touching his dick. "Hwa..." you whined, batting your eyelashes at him. "Are you crazy?" he hissed lowly, "There are still people out there! They could catch us if we're too risky," he scolded. But you couldn't care less. You wrapped a leg around his hips and began grinding your naked pussy onto his dick, coating it with your arousal as you wrap your arms around his neck, lips peppering kisses all over his jawline, neck, and cheek. "(y/n)..." he warned but you could tell that his resolve was slowly breaking. You ignored him and kept grinding and kissing him, even moaning out whilst nibbling on his bottom lip to egg him further.

Suddenly the voices of the people outside fade away. Although, it could be because his mind is now fully clouded with lust, focus completely distracted with your naked body pressing onto his own. He could feel how warm your cunt is and he really wanted to know how you'd feel with him stuffing you completely full. "(y/n), you're killing me," he groaned, grabbing onto your shoulder to stop you. But his grip wasn't that strong that it would actually prevent you from moving. "Then do something about it," you smirked against his lips.

That seemed to push him just enough as he suddenly pushed you off of him. Your eyes widened and you thought you did something to piss him off. But he flipped you over, forcing you to brace yourself on the wall as he grip your hips tightly. Before you could say anything, he had spread your legs open and shoved himself in you in one swift thrust. Your body lunged forward from the sudden impact as you let out a yelp. Seonghwa clicked his tongue in disapproval at the yelp you let out and spanked you harshly on the ass. "You be quiet, we're still in a public area so we can't be too loud or else people can hear us," he said as he began thrusting slowly. Despite his warning, you couldn't help but whimper and moaned at the feeling of him stretching you out to accommodate his size. Seonghwa watched you with a satisfied smirk etched on his lips, taking pleasure in not only feeling how tight you were gripping him but also from your reaction, tics and twitches each time he moves, the sounds you make, and the way your back arched. He snickered and chuckled to himself, "But you might like that, huh? Do you like the idea of someone catching us like this? You whimpering and begging for me like a needy bitch while I have my ways with you," he then snaked a hand to your throat and pulled you back so your back hit his chest, "You're a needy, unsatisfiable whore, aren't you? Is that why you were touching yourself, moaning my name in the shower?"

Your eyes widened and immediately you snapped your head to look at him. Your shocked face was met with his cocky, smirking one. "Oh yeah, I heard you. I heard you loud and clear," he then snapped his hips up harshly, making you roll your eyes back from the sudden pleasure. The pace of his hips picked up, "Were you hoping that I'd catch you?" then you felt the hand that was on your hips snaked down between your legs all the while still keeping a firm grip on you, "Because I did catch you in the act. And I almost went in there to punish you for being so reckless after flashing your pussy in the hallway like that. But I thought I should give you the courtesy of finishing first," as he finished his sentence, he delivered a sharp smack directly on your clit. The impact made you gasp and squirm in his tight grip, "S-Seong- Seonghwa," you called out. You felt his lips kissing from the back of your ear down to your neck and back up again.

"You've had your fun, now is my turn,"

That was all the warning you got before he started slamming his cock in and out of you at a rapid pace. Seonghwa's grip on you was so tight that you couldn't even anchor yourself on the wall, it even felt possessive. So you opted to let your hands hold onto Seonghwa's instead; one on his hand that was around your throat as your other on his other one that was on your hips. Seonghwa chuckled at the realization of your attempt to anchor yourself, his lips were pressing onto your skin and the vibration from his voice made you shudder. Your position felt intimate and Seonghwa liking the way you reacted to him made you feel confident. His thrusts never slowed, and his pace was constant and powerful. "Do you feel good?" he teased, knowing just how good you were feeling from the way your body reacted but he wanted to hear it from you. He wanted verbal confirmation that he was making you feel so good. Your back arched and the movement made your hips shift a little just in time for Seonghwa to hit a new spot that made you see stars. "O- oh fuck, shit!" you yelped. Seonghwa's eyes darkened and his dick twitched inside you almost immediately. His grips shifted to secure your position and if you think his thrusts were fast before, his new pace was animalistic.

He pounded into you as if he was releasing all his anger and frustration at you. You couldn't help but feel overwhelmed at the new pleasure he was bringing you, it was almost painful but you didn't want it to stop. "Se- Seonghwa-" you called out as your knees began buckling down. Hearing you, Seonghwa slipped out of you and let go of his grip. You turned around and whined in protest at him, you didn't want the pleasure to stop. He chuckled at your neediness and reached to cup your face, "Don't worry, I'm not stopping. I'm just repositioning so you won't fall." His voice was kind and soft, a stark contrast to the things that he was doing to you before. "Still, you could've warned me," you pouted, making him chuckle and lean down to peck your lips.

It didn't take long for him to press you onto the wall with his own body. He had your left leg as high as it could around his waist to open you up to him as you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders. The new position allowed you to feel his whole hard length resting on your stomach as it rubbed against your core. You whimpered as your head fell back onto the wall, exposing your throat to Seonghwa. Seonghwa bit his bottom lip as he saw how you react to the feeling of his cock on your skin alone. "God, you're gonna make me burst," he groaned out, diving down to nip at your exposed skin.

"Seonghwa please, please, please, please I need your cock in me right now," you begged him as your hips ground with his. Thankfully, Seonghwa seemed to share the same urgency with you as he shoved himself back into you. "You felt me once and now you can't get enough of me, huh? Greedy," he teased as he began a slow pace with you. You shook your head at him, "No, more, Seonghwa! More! I want more, I need more!" Seonghwa raised an eyebrow at you and shook his head, "Your wish is my command," he simply said before returning to the previous animalistic pace he had. You were glad he changed positions because in this position, he was able to reach deeper. By now, you were a moaning mess and even with your mouth biting down on Seonghwa's shoulder, your moans were still very loud.

Despite you being loud, Seonghwa couldn't seem to care. At that moment, he was chasing his high and he was getting close. The way your walls hugged him so snugly and the way your mouth kept softly chanting out his name was turning his brain to mush. "S- shit (y/n) I'm close," Seonghwa grunted. You nodded quickly as you pulled back to look at him, "Me too, God- I- I- Seonghwa," your bottom lip quivered from the pleasure. Seonghwa captured your lips with him in a steamy kiss as he continued pleasuring you and him. His hard cock rubbed your insides so deliciously while Seonghwa's hips allowed some friction on your clit, stimulating you even more. You might not sleep around much but it was obvious that Seonghwa is the best there is. Seonghwa on the other hand felt like he was about to burst at any second. Your core was dripping so much that it allowed him to move inside you with ease. He knew that this was wrong, fucking in the co-ed dorm, but he couldn't deny the thrill and excitement of doing it. Though he knew that his excitement was not just because of the notion of doing something wrong, but it was because he was doing it with you.

Seonghwa pulled away from your lips reluctantly to draw another breath. With foreheads rested against each other, he stared into your eyes. "I'm g-gonna cum, where-" he didn't even get to finish his sentence before you cut him off, "Inside me Seonghwa, please. Make me yours." Your words made Seonghwa's cock twitch. He had never felt more aroused by anything other than you telling him to claim you as his. Your words affected him so much that he couldn't even warn you before spilling his cum inside, painting your walls white. The warmth of him filling you made you moan loudly as it triggered your own release. Your thighs shook and your left leg tightened around Seonghwa's hips.

Seonghwa watched you come down from your high slowly with chest heaving and eyes glazing. His fingers carded through your hair, comforting you as you calm down. You couldn't help but smile at his thoughtful gesture. You might not know if he used you just because you're available and he just wanted a one-time thing with you, but he definitely knew how to treat a girl right.

"You okay?" he asked, concerned. You nodded at him as you pushed his hair back with your fingers, "I feel great, honestly." he chuckled at your words but nodded in understanding, "Great because I do too." You rolled your eyes playfully at him and pushed his shoulder slightly, "Now you're just copying me."

Before he could answer you though, someone coughed, making both of your eyes widen in horror. Neither of you remembered to lock or even pay attention to the stall's door.

"Are you hypocrites done?"

Seonghwa snapped his head back but didn't move his body to cover yours. He could only grin awkwardly at the man standing in front of the stall. "Hey San, what are you doing in the women's bath area?"

Suddenly, another head popped out from the sides, making you yelp and duck to hide in Seonghwa's arms.

"Well lookie here. I guessed you didn't accept my shower invitation because you already have a shower buddy, huh, (y/n)?" Wooyoung snickered.

Now, how the fuck are you going to deal with this?

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[zeestarfishalien]

Things we shouldn’t start

[Duke x Danny]

When Duke Thomas received the opportunity to go as an exchange student to some small city school in the Midwest, he took it. He’s been a native Gothamite his whole life, rarely leaving the city’s borders beyond missions and the occasional school field trip. This exchange opportunity left him close enough to help in case of emergency, but far enough away to not be their first call. The others thought him crazy, claimed he’d never be able to last through a whole school year.

Well Duke said the same thing he said when people told him he couldn’t out think The Riddler.

“Bet.”

There were a few odd reports from him in the first month, but after that he claimed that all was well and handled. The crime rates in town were indeed as low as was claimed.

By month four, the family were certain he must be going stir crazy without any vigilante action, yet no word from his reports nor any of his FaceTime calls gave any hint of such a state of mind.

The various pictures he sent at holidays and random intervals were pretty normal, a little blurry sometimes, but just of average teen things. Selfies of him with some new friends from classes, pictures of said friends doing random things, pictures of tv screens with various games loading, pictures of random objects with weird or hilarious captions. It was almost odd how normal everything was.

Thus, that was how the time passed and Duke returned to them looking refreshed and happy if not a little wistful when he thought about the friends he’d had to leave behind.

Money exchanged hands and not in the direction most of them expected, since according to all evidence, Duke had a very relaxing and restful school year without going stir crazy.

Life continued on as usual for the Wayne’s and Co. both day and night.

Then came Damian’s birthday and with it his usual birthday assassins.

Now normally this wasn’t too huge of an issue. The family fought them off and by the end of the day, they retreated back to their master.

However, this time Arkham faced a massive breakout calling all hands on deck.

A larger group of about 7 assassins piggybacked off of an attack from Penguin’s goons managing to separate Robin from Signal and Spoiler.

With the goons surrounding them, they couldn’t reach Robin to help.

Signal put two fingers to his lips and let out a long two toned whistle.

The goons paused, waiting for whatever that was about. When nothing seemed to happen they began closing in.

“What the flipping fruit loops was that Signal?” Spoiler asked bewildered.

He didn’t answer but cocked his head a little and then stuck one arm straight out from his body.

Out of the shadows came a long stringy blur of black and white with bright green eyes only for Signal’s outstretched arm.

The thing perched upon his arm on spindly limbs. It was a somewhat humanoid being with white floating hair and a gas mask covering what might have been a face as it stared at him with its head tilted at an odd angle.

“To Robin,” Signal ordered and lifted his arm just like a falconer might do to give their Falcon better lift on their take off.

The thing shot off like a bullet from a gun and bowled into the nearest assassins with bodily force.

The goons stared. Spoiler stared. The assassins being very well trained attempted to stay on task while Robin wisely focused on fighting for his life.

Signal didn’t hesitate to deck the nearest goon and start into the next. He wasted no time in knocking them out of the fight so they could secure them.

Spoiler finally jolted out of her stupor to help him with the last few while Robin and the thing finished knocking out assassins. The thing/creature barely touched its feet to the ground, preferring to float and swoop around, limbs dancing above the ground.

Once Signal passed off the last of the handcuffing to Spoiler, he held out his arm once more and the creature flew to him happily. It perched once more and let out a wheezing raspy sound.

Signal dipped his arm and ruffled the creature’s hair with his free hand.

“Thank you babe. How long can you stay?”

The answering crackle of ice and hiss of an airlock opening into empty space seemed to have some sort of meaning only Signal could understand because his grin widened.

“Awesome. I’ll let Agent A know you’re coming.”

“That was absolutely Not what he said,” came the mechanized voice of Red Hood from a nearby rooftop. He dropped down to their level. Spoiler stared between Signal and Hood while Damian’s brow furrowed so deeply that Signal wanted to joke he’d get it stuck like that.

“What in the…” Spoiler breathed.

The creature let out a sound like a shifting glacier followed by a little questioning “brr?”

Duke watched on curiously, his fingers never leaving the swirling floating hair of his little pseudo falcon.

“No. I’m not dead.”

The sharp crack in response made Spoiler flinch.

“Okay, maybe…why the flip does that matter and it doesn’t explain why you waxed poetic about our spotlight here and he claimed you said something completely different.”

The sound of metal creaking and groaning under the pressure of empty space had a spine tingling echo to it. The creature’s head bobbed in what might have been acknowledgement or embarrassment, impossible to tell with the mask. They followed it up with a hum that shifted between several uncomfortable pitches.

“Okay, never mind. You two are officially the funniest fucks on the planet.”

Signal grinned and the creature perked up in its approximation of excitement.

“Okay, not to ruin this very touching and confusing moment, but we still have to find Penguin and whoever else is left on the list of escapees this time,” Spoiler chimed in.

“Agreed,” Damian stated. He’d been oddly quiet throughout the whole encounter, but seemed to jump back into work mode when reminded.

Signal looked to his creature.

“You ready?” With their nod he launched them off again. Signal watched them go off through the buildings, literally phasing through walls with a fond smile.

“Eww.”

“What?” Signal raised a brow.

“You can have your little cryptid boyfriend but keep it pg or I’m coming for your kneecaps.”

Signal choked a little and coughed before taking off to a nearby roof.

“Oh. My. God…” Spoiler drew in a huge breath before shouting, “THAT’S YOUR BOYFRIEND?!”

Things not featured/mentioned but are there:

Danny actually used morse code to convey himself to Duke while just using ghost speak for the effect. Yes, they are absolutely little dramatic bastards.

Damian being able to understand the equivalent of every third word of ghost speak and is attempting to process that while also making sure no more birthday assassins sneak up on him. Boi be strugglin

Yes Danny came up and just basically started going. “Hello my love, my bright summer’s day, my shining star and dearest one. I missed you and did you know you are absolutely gorgeous in that suit. I love seeing it….”

Danny and Jason’s conversation: “bro, you’re death kin?” “No. I’m not dead.” “I said death kin not dead.” “Okay, maybe…” “That’s why you can understand me when I speak like this. Duke can’t understand it, we just use Morse code and my ghost speak is just audio effects.” “Okay, never mind. You two are officially…”

Duke had a great time in Amity Park and while he wasn’t exactly being a vigilante he was absolutely being a ghost hunter with the Dp crew. They are the friends in the pictures he took. He and Danny finally moved on to dating only 2 months before he had to leave. When Duke found out Danny’s identity, he revealed his own and they finally both admitted their feelings for one another.

Duke and Danny absolutely practiced the falcon thing back in Amity Park. They think they’re hilarious and I agree.

Two bros, chillin in the batcave, 0 feat apart cuz they’re best friends

Also because Danny weighs like a wet baby crow in ghost form and he likes to have his Perch.

Duke would sooner take up Condiment King duties than turn him down