Prompt 74
When a new black-haired blue-eyed person appeared in the manor, one could easily be forgiven for thinking that Bruce’s adoption problem had struck again. So color many a batkid surprised that no, this kid isn’t a new sibling, no he didn’t get grabbed from the street, and actually he’s here for Alfred.
Apparently Alfred never found it important to mentioned that he has a husband- that the kid kind of implies isn’t human what with the casual way he says he himself is half human- and that this kid is apparently their child. For once it’s Bruce’s turn to come home to a surprise sibling.
Danny on the other hand just learned that his Clockpa has a semi-mortal partner who has offered to take him in, (in another dimension even! And there’s aliens!!) while the ancient takes care of some stuff at home.
And yeah it’s in a rich-manor but Sam has proved that not all rich people are evil, and based off of Mr Pennyworth’s stories the Waynes weren’t bad either. Though based off of the others’ reactions perhaps he should wait to mention that there wasn’t one new family member but three…
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LEWDNESS !!
Tell me if this is Ghost vibes or not bae.
Ghost is the type to eat you out whenever you’re angry/ irritated with him. Doesn’t matter where y’all are he will find a secluded place, get on his knees and get to work. Asks you why you’re mad at him after your second orgasm and huffs out a laugh when you only mumble stupidly.
Also Johnny Vibes fr.
hMMM I thought about this for a bit and I think this is both of their vibes, but here's the vibe difference:
(very nsfw below)
Ghost:
"Y'still mad at me, sweetheart?"
His voice comes muffled from somewhere behind you, but you're beyond hearing him now. Not with your brains having spilled out onto the comforter after your last orgasm. The only thing left in you now is a pleasant fog and a hum. He's had you bent over the bed for the last half hour, a big hand holding you down by the small of your back and his head near welded between your thighs.
"Hmm?" you moan, squeaking a bit when he pushes his fingers back in.
"I said - " Ghost's fingers squelch when he plunges them up to the knuckle " - are you still pissed?"
"Don't - um - don't 'member," you sigh, then hiccup. You shudder when his fingers pull out, spreading your juices up to your clit. You've come so many times that your body feels overheated, sweat on sweat, but still you ache and cant your hips on a whine when he rubs a tight circle over your swollen clit.
You hear him chuckle from behind you. "S'what I thought. Y'can't think when your cunt's full, huh? Alright, sweetheart, give me another one."
Soap:
"Baby, baby, I'm so sorry," Soap mumbles, tongue trailing over your pussy while he talks. It makes your leg spasm, the vibrations of his speech buzzing over your tender flesh. "Please don't be mad at me."
You think you still are, somewhere in the back of your mind, but it's difficult to really call up that anger when Soap keeps lavishing your pussy with deep, languid kisses and licks.
"This isn't gonna work every time," you grumble, then gasp and buck your hips when he sucks at your clit.
You almost have to look away because the sight of his eyes fluttering shut in adoration, like you're not even a part of the kiss he's sharing with your tenderest parts, is borderline the lewdest thing you've ever seen.
"'Course not, baby," he murmurs. "Wouldn't dream of it. Just wanna make it up to you is all. Y'gonna gies another one?"
And if his eyes happen to open up, glittering with mischief that he must think hidden from you, you don't say a damn thing.
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Thinking about Astarion's parents and what it must've been like if they truly loved him and then one day he was just .. gone. Gone from their lives forever. Maybe his mother kissed him as he rolled his eyes and his father told him to stay safe today. Maybe he was a reckless, brash, arrogant and decadent young elf barely out of adolescence making his way up in the world but he was clever and bright and full of life and the light of their lives and then one night he just never came home to them
He just disappeared into thin air and his friends and family hadn't seen him and after years and years of misery and torture and horror, they were finally forced to accept their baby boy was dead, another victim swallowed by the gaping black maw of Baldur's gate, having a bodyless burial with a headstone carved in his remembrance because they couldn't take another year of not knowing. Of not knowing what happened to their son.
He was loved. He was loved and missed by someone. When he disappeared, someone mourned him. Someone he can't even remember after centuries of misery and torture. Someone visited his grave. Someone wept for him. Someone paid to have him put to rest. Someone loved him.
He prowled the streets by night that his parents searched by day. Endless. Dogged. Hell for a mother and father robbed of their child. Searching for a single sliver of silver hair in the crowd. His bright smile. His handsome visage, perhaps taking after his father. Perhaps one day he would come home. They could pray and pray that one day he'd find his way home to them. That he isn't dead. One day that never came— and never will.
Because he cannot even remember them. Even as he is free, he cannot remember. Just another thing Cazador took from him.
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Rio’s friend that Miles ends up accidentally introducing Miguel too at a spider cookout.
Cute, Afro-latina, plus sized with a lot of cake that barely fit her bakery. Single and debating on mingling. Happy to spoil her nephews friends. Especially friends that saved her bestfriend and her best friends family.
She helped bake the desserts and her little 4 year old that toddles after Miles and Pav tries to offer some to everyone. Miguel couldn’t possibly refuse. Even if the little boy happily runs to Miles to tell him all about Miguel’s head pats and kind words.
Rio keeping a sharp gaze on the bitch that chased and hurt her boy, was pleasantly surprised to see his eyes lingering on her long time friend. Miles god mother who was happily chatting with Jess and Peter B while wiping up Noirs face. (Poor boy was so invested in his conversation he forgot he had a mask on his mouth and smeared cake everywhere.
Hobi, ever the instigator, enjoyed trailing behind her. Remarking on how he simply loved kids. Was a big fan of older women. Miguel was seething. Claws shredding innocent plastic cups everytime they made eye contact and the Brit gave a cheeky smirk.
Surprisingly, Rio permitted Miguel to advance on her friend. Unsurprisingly, said friend only let him flirt after she dragged him by the ear to her god baby and kicked him to his knees to apologize. Miles has never been more impressed and embarrassed at the same time. Margo happily recorded and sent Lyla the video.
It all worked out in the end tho. It seemed some cross versal events can be canon if you try hard enough. Like a cute baby girl to toddle behind the curly haired little boy that thought his new step dad was the coolest. (Until miles petty self tells him what he did to his favorite cousin and for a few months Miguel is desperately apologizing to his son and miles)
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