#blake relaxing further in the kiss

[mitski]

I think I love you. I love you, too.

[razorblade180]

9 days of Lancaster Day 9: Firsts

Ruby:(Don’t over complicate this. Don’t do it. Just relax… relax…)

Jaune:Uh Rubes?

Ruby:Y-Yes!?

Jaune:Are you gonna hit retry or…

She turns her head and notices they’re on they’re on the ranking screen. When did the match end!? Ruby finally hits continue. Jaune can’t help but chuckle a little as he leans back against Blake’s bed.

Ruby:What’s so funny?

Jaune:You seem a little lost in thought. Thinking of a way of outplaying me?

Ruby:I introduced you to this game. I know your skills.

Jaune:And yet I out rank you.

Ruby:Because you’re such a try hard! I’ve been busy on missions.

Jaune:Yeah that’s fair. It’s nice that you finally have time off. I would’ve thought your team would be knocked out for days. I was little shocked when you said you planned an all day video game date.

Ruby:I begged a little. Also called in a few favors. Weiss just needed a nice place to sleep, Blake is flexible and I became a pouty little sister for Yang.

Jaune:Qualities of a true leader.

Ruby:Shut up! I’m just happy you didn’t procrastinate on any assignments.

Jaune:Pyrrha said she’d add Nora to my training if I did.

Ruby:Yeah that would get me moving too. Soooo you’re really free ?

Jaune:Yep, I’m all yours for the day. Any game you need a partner in, I’ll help you see credits.

Ruby:…And if we get tired of games?

Jaune:We got movies. There’s a couple good ones that came while you were away. Or ones you’ll force me to watch.

Ruby:Stop acting like you don’t like horror.

Jaune:It really isn’t an act. But you planned all this and who am I to not appreciate that.

Ruby:So you’re down for anything?

Jaune:Yep!

Ruby:*red* Even…oh I don’t know, sleeping together?

Jaune’s hands stopped pressing buttons and Ruby managed to send him to the loser screen. It wasn’t intentional but a small boost of confidence as she turned her head right to see him looking at her with a flushed red face.

Ruby:Don’t make it weird!

Jaune:Me!? What!? You just- context please! Was that a ploy to win!?

Ruby:I’m not that petty! Look I just…. *plays with hair* thought maybe we should discuss that idea. We’ve been together for almost five months and it’s been really great! It’s felt a little weird though that you never seemed to make a move or bring up “that”

Jaune: Do I really give off that sorta vibe? I had no idea.

Ruby:I’m not saying you do, but between how you used to try flirting with Weiss and our casual conversations, it didn’t feel like you weren’t into more intimate things. Ugh, I really don’t know what I’m saying at this point! I guess a part of me felt a little confused and worried if you weren’t interested in me in that way at all.

Jaune:Oh I have had thoughts, but i know how to keep them to myself.

Ruby:….

Jaune:*blushing* That’s normal and decent behavior! Why, are you interested?

Ruby:Of course! I organized a room date to give you the opportunity to-

Saying it aloud made it sound way more embarrassing and forward than Ruby meant for it to be. And pulled her hood over her head and huffed in defeat as she stared down at her lap.

Jaune:….Does your team know about this?

Ruby:Blake does. She said her bed is fair game. Those are actually my sheets right now. As far as Yang is concerned, I asked for privacy so we can have our first kiss.

Jaune:We’ve made out a bunch of times.

Ruby:I’m very sneaky when I want to be. Look, I get this is a lot I’m dropping on you and we don’t have to do anything today. I just…really wanted to know where I stand with you and to let you know that…I’m okay with going further with you. *crimson* I really like you. A lot.

Jaune:…This question may sound a little dumb all things considering, but I have to hear it. I get that you’re okay with it, but do you want to have sex with me? As in your are looking forward to it?

Ruby:…Very much, yeah.

Jaune:….Hold on just one moment.

He took her scroll and walked out of the room. Ruby wanted to scream until she passed out. Why did she start this conversation!? Was it too forward!? They were having such a good time before this moment. Why did he leave!?

So many thoughts bombarded her brain and they didn’t stop when she heard the door unlock again. Her scroll flew into her lap so she knew it was him. Seconds later, a box of condoms fell into her lap. Her brain took a moment to process what she was looking at, then her head immediately jerked up to see Jaune bright red and also avoiding her gaze.

Jaune: Nora may have helped me find female ones too, as well as emergency pills.

Ruby:Ah, I see. How proactive. Well…*twiddles fingers* Weiss may have helped me find and pay for some quality meds awhile go.

Jaune:Huh, imagine that.

Ruby:Yeeeep. Jaune, can you look at me?

Jaune:*makes eye contact*

Ruby:Soooo are we…still playing video games right now?

Jaune:…..

xxxxxx

Blake:*eating noodles*

Yang:You think the date is going well?

Weiss:Yes. *eating cake*

Yang:Really think she’ll go for a kiss?

Blake:Ruby can dive into a Nevermore’s mouth. She’ll find the willpower to kiss a boy.

Yang:….Maybe I should call t-

Weiss:Yang, as a younger sister myself, I appreciate my older sister. However, if she interrupted me on a date with a call or coming home early, I’m going to be mad for a very long time. Eat your burger and relax. Ruby will be fine.

Yang: I know, ugh! It’s like I’m antsy for her. Gods, if I’m like this now then I don’t know if I can handle her asking about sex.

Blake and Weiss:Don’t worry about that now.

[midnightsun-if]

How would the ROs react after a particularly bad nightmare related to them attacking MC, they wake up curled up into MC? The look MC gives them isn't one of fear or anger but instead one of concern and so much love that it's hard to look away.

Edit: Misread this and thought it meant that them attacking the MC was a nightmare… That’s my bad. 😅

Koda: He’d just curl up tighter in your arms. Beyond happy that he didn’t do that to you. Probably wouldn’t give you that much detail about what the nightmare involved, but he’d pretty much be stuck to your side the rest of the night and the following day. Just wanting to see you in the light of day, happy and unharmed. While part of himself wanted to potentially protect you from anything that may happen- as penance of a sort.

Scarlett: She’d disentangle you and go to the window, just needing a moment to get her dark thoughts back under control. Having a nightmare like that would reopen wounds that she tells herself have healed (but never have) and she’d just need to be alone, not being able to look at your face and see your concern for her. As, in that state, she’d believe she didn’t deserve it, didn’t deserve your care or love, or you. Once she got some of her demons wrestled back in place, she’d return to bed and simply hold you tightly against her body. Nuzzling into the top of your head, surrounded by your scent.

Cyrus/Cyra: They’d be scared to touch you. Scared that this is just something their mind has conjured up to make them feel less guilty. You’d have to be the one to initiate contact, which they may flinch from at first, lost in their constant worries and the memories of how real their nightmare felt, but when they realize that you’re actually by their side? That you are unharmed? That they haven’t hurt you? They’d hold you close to them, mindful of the heat of their body, and simply press gentle kisses to your forehead. Silently rejoicing that they didn’t enact one of their greatest fears.

Quinn: Their eyes would flash, their wolf making an appearance, as they simply nuzzle into your neck, not wanting to talk about it, not wanting to even think about it any further, they’d simply just want to revel being in your presence. Allow themself to relax, allow their wolf to rejoice in happiness, as they give themself a moment of peace after such a harrowing night.

Caden: They’d probably flinch at first. Not believing that this was real, but they’d quickly get over that. It’d probably be one of the first times you ever see Caden truly look lost, truly not understand what’s happening. They were so sure of what happened, so sure that they had harmed you in an unforgivable way, that it’d be hard for them to look directly at you, but they’d stretch out their hand, not necessarily going into your arms, but some point of contact would help them a great deal. They’d just have to work themself up to actually holding you again— they’d have to trust themself once more.

Sloane: A lot of things would be warring inside of them. Part of them would want nothing more than to get closer. To burrow into your arms, or have you being held tightly by them, and never let go. Being close would never be close enough, and they’d simply want to be with you in that moment. Forget the horrific nightmare and get lost in you. While another part, would be screaming at them to get away. To stay as far away as they could before they harm you, one of the few good things left in their life. To go somewhere else and stay there for the time being, because that’s what you deserved. What they’d actually end up doing? Reaching out and gently cupping your cheek, hazel eyes clearly showing how happy they are to see you.

Blake: You’d probably get a sob from them before a demon-hybrid would be slammed into your body, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. They’d just be pressed as firmly as they could to you, relief being released by their cries. Nothing has ever been more sweet to them in that moment, more fulfilling than knowing that they hadn’t harmed you. That they hadn’t hurt you in a way that could have only been borne from a nightmare. They’d be so grateful that you were there with them, that they hadn’t become your literal demon. You’d have a Blake Blanket pretty much…

Reginald/Regina: They’d be shocked at first, but then a gentle smile would curl their lips, a hand reaching out to take your cheek in their palm. Their expression would be so bright with their adoration for you, and they’d simply say: “You’re okay.��� Before you’d be able to respond, they’d simply roll further into your arms, nose pressed against your neck, and simply try to fall back to sleep. Content in the knowledge that their nightmare had truly just been that… a nightmare.

[bridgyrose]

Another quick Ladybug fic request- post Salem AU where Blake and Ruby are off Huntress duty and rescue/adopt a litter of abandoned kittens

“You know you can relax, right?” Blake said as she glanced at Ruby out of the corner of her eye. “A day off isint going to kill you.” 

Ruby sighed and looked towards the nearest grimm siren, the look on her face almost hoping it would go off. “But what if there’s a grimm attack? O-or if we come across Cinder again? We should be ready for anything-” 

“And you agreed that you’d take the day off to relax.” Blake smiled and pulled Ruby by her arm, nearly swinging her off the path for a moment. “We’re supposed to be having fun, enjoying ourselves, not worrying about grimm or Cinder or anything else that can go wrong. Besides, Yang, Weiss, and all of our other friends are taking on what they can to make sure we can have a relaxing day. You can trust them.” 

“Yeah but…” Ruby let out a heavy sigh and leaned into Blake. “I know I can trust them, but, you know, what if something happens and they get hurt trying to give us a day off?” 

“Then something happens and there are other huntsmen to deal with it.” 

“But-” 

“No more buts, okay?” Blake sighed and pulled Ruby close. “You’re allowed to relax and the world wont fall apart. I promise.” 

“Right. It… I dont know, feels wrong to sit back while everyone else has to fight.” 

Blake kissed her cheek. “And that’s exactly why you need to rest. How about we make our way to the animal shelter and get ourselves a pet? That way you still have something you can take care of and not feel guilty.” 

Ruby nodded. “I… I can get behind that.” 

Blake gently pulled her along, walking down the streets of Vale. Her ears twitched at the sounds of the cars that passed by, a smile crossing her lips as she glanced at a few of the buildings that had been rebuilt, glad the effort to rebuild Vale had been going as well as it had. Grimm were now mostly under control, the wyvern on the Beacon tower had finally been dealt with and the grimm were pushed back. Supply trucks bringing material to Beacon to help rebuild the fallen school passed by, and it finally felt like peace was easier to obtain. 

Her ears twitched once more when she heard the small mew from a nearby kitten, her steps slowing as she looked around. “Did you hear that?” 

“Hear what?” Ruby asked. “If you mean the trucks-” 

“Not the trucks. A kitten?” 

“Are you sure you’re not hearing things?” 

Blake nodded and slowly made her way off the sidewalk and further into the park, her ears twitching at every sound. “I’m sure I heard a kitten around here somewhere.” 

Ruby nodded and started to follow after. “Maybe it was something that sounded similar.” 

Blake stopped and put a finger to her lips as she turned towards Ruby, signaling for her to quiet down. She looked around, ears moving with each sound until she heard the small mew once more from above her. “Ruby, can you check the tree?” 

Ruby quickly started to make her way up the tree, being careful not to slip on any of the branches. She paused for a moment when she saw a small kitten clinging to the branch. She quickly moved forward and used her semblance to grab the kitten before it fell and dropped to the ground. 

Blake quickly made her way over to Ruby and the kitten to check it. “Think its okay?” 

“Its… definitely scared,” Ruby said as she winced, feeling the kittens claws digging into her arm. “We should get it checked.” 

Blake nodded and started to walk around the park. “Take it to the vet, I’ll meet up with you there.” 

“And what are you doing?” 

“A young kitten like that isnt normally alone, especially if its stuck in a tree. Chances are, there might be more or its mother nearby.”

[hipsterteller]

Poison

Summary-Aeryn has been avoiding Naoakira after what Miss Akane Minagawa said to her at music room and how it hurted how, so her friend, Letitia and BAE decided to the Inn but upon there...fate decided to make her heart twisted even further.

Tagged-Age gap/age difference, Naoakia patient is tested, Minagawa is dead whore, sets in episode 9, heated sex.

*Got this idea from listening to Poison by Blake Roman (Angel Dust) as well watching one of Scum's wish

Special guest-Letitia from @moonartemisia

Letitia invited Aeryn to join her and BAE on outgoing trip, a inn. Aeryn wanted to refuse it but decided to go anyway since she needs to get away from the city...and Naoakira.

You see, about a few weeks ago. Miss Akane Minagawa, professor of music decided to hurt Aeryn's emotions by getting Naoakira and even...seeing her attempt to kiss him.

This made her cry and call Letitia and Anne after hearing what happened...it anger Allen as he wanted to yell at her but Hajun pull him back as it will only cause more trouble.

So the only option is a trip to the inn while the BAE team will train for there finals. But for now, the young auburn hair sat alone in lounge as she needed this, alone in environment.

Allen is probably goofing off while Letitia and Hajun are doing some couple stuff...and Anne is probably busy with something...

She close her blue eyes as the memory from what happen still fresh in her head...

*Flashback at college music room*

Aeryn stood at the entrance of the music room when Miss Akane requested her to be there...but upon standing in the entrance...there..leaning against the window...is Naoakira...and Akanae.

The curtains blew covering them as it showed the silhouette of them...together...

Kissing.

It trigger both pain and bitter in her as she ran out holding back her tears as well her agony cry.

*End of flashback*

Aeryn open her eyes as she felt something in her cheek, it was cold drink and its been held by Anne.

"You look like you needed one..." She put the drink in Aeryn's hand as she sat down next to her as she pulled chair for her to seat.

Aeryn sit up straight as she held her drink "Thanks Anne...but you didn't have too..."

Anne shake her head and respond "You needed one, I mean after running all the way to apartment crying. I still can't believe from what I heard at your explanations...you know professor Saimon will never do that. Especially after the hickey incident he gave you."

Aeryn blush at that as Anne chuckle but still continue.

"But if your still sad about it, then its okay...but Aeryn...you can't ignore him forever you know..."

Aeryn frowned as she recalls that after that incident, she's been avoiding him a lot and somehow she could imagine his anger and impatient look in his eyes.

"I know...but...its best if I don't interact with him..."

Anne frowned more and sighed "Alright, welp I better check on Hajun and his girl. For now try and relax okay?"

Aeryn nodded and she is now yet again alone but at least she has a drink in her hand...

But what she doesn't know...

Is that fate has a way to tug her little heart.

At night.

Aeryn forgot that the Akanyatsura and Cozmez are here, she forgot due to her depression lately.

After having a nice dip in hot spring, Aeryn wanted nothing but to go to bed...until she heard Anne and Hajun are playing ping pong while Hetitia cheered on.

'Huh is Allen playing? I thought his still at hot spring...' Aeryn slowly approach the game room, but as soon she stood at the entrance...

Her heart is yet again twisted at the sight of someone she's trying to avoid...

The one person that made her heart goes fast...

The one person she love...that broke her heart into a million pieces.

Naoakira...is here...at the inn and playing ping pong table with Hajun and Anne and his partner up with Iori. Letitia saw this and knew shit hit the fans.

"A-Aeryn wait!"

Aeryn didn't respond as her mind began to recall the day she witness her heart shattered as if a static noise began to flicker her as she mentally recalls those painful moment and Miss Minagawa smile.

She broke a run for it, Aeryn didn't care on who she bump into the inn.

She needs to find a place to hide...somewhere he won't find her...somewhere she can cry again.

But before she did, she felt a strong grip grab her wrist as she yelp and is drag to secluded hallway were there she is pinned against the wall.

Her blue eyes met with golden eyes that she is very familiar...

Naoakira got her and now pinned against the wall.

"I've finally caught you..." his tone sounded that his patient has finally at its breaking point as Aeryn lips quiver afraid to speak but asked him.

"Why are you here?"

"I was gonna asked the same thing, but the real question is..."

He lean into her ear as his hot breathe made her shiver as he whispers.

"Why were you avoiding me lately little mouse?"

Aeryn close her eyes and looked away as she didn't deserve that nickname "Don't call me...little mouse..."

Naoakira is shocked but listen to her woes.

"I don't deserve to call little mouse I...I don't deserve to be with you..."

"Why? Was it because Miss Minagawa?"

Aeryn didn't respond as Naoakira let out a tsked, this made her flinch as she doesn't know if that tongue clicked was for her or for Miss Minagawa.

Before she could do anything, she felt his hands cupped both her cheek as she is force to look at him as she felt scared on what his about to say...

But she was not prepare on the revelations.

"You do realize that I don't have feelings for that woman...after all...you should have seen her when I slap her after that kiss attempt she did."

Aeryn is shocked as he wipes her tears.

"Letitia told me what happen, you should thanked your friend...for now...I have to take care of you..."

*Flashback, this afternoon*

While booking in the inn, Hajun and Letitia and Anne spotted the Cat's Whiskers and upon doing so, Letitia decided to approach the linguistic professor.

"Professor, can we talk? Its important." Letitia pleaded him as Naoakira knows Letitia well as she is good friends with Aeryn.

"If its about Aeryn's odd behavior...then please do..."

They head to a near by indoor lounge were there Letitia filled in the details and explainations.

"When she saw you and Miss Minagawa, she got her heartbroken and thought you left her for someone else and we tried to tell her that you don't do that.

Naoakira bit his inner bottom lip as it confirm his theory, that bitch made his little mouse cry...

And his not going to let this slide...not by a long shot.

*End of flashback*

"Oh my little mouse...I should have known that woman would hurt your feelings..."

Aeryn began to hiccup but slowly cry on his chest as she begs him for forgiveness, Naoakira hush her as he kiss her temples.

"I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry!"

"Sshh...its okay my little mouse, I forgive you...and I love you..."

He kiss her cheek and nose til he kiss her lips, God he needed and misses that taste of her lips. The two stayed like that til his hand roam at her kimono as he wants to pull down.

But Aeryn pulled away as she doesn't want to get caught, Naoakira took a breather and smirk.

"Let's go to my room little mouse..."

((Listen to this-

And just like that she nodded as he softly held her hand and took her to his room, upon entering he lock the door and the two began to have a heated intimacy.

Aeryn moan at his kiss as well his holding her til she is pinned down at futon as her kimono is loosen revealing her freckle body, her legs is spread open as it shows that she didn't wore anything underneath.

Naoakira goes on top of her, stripping her kimono down as Aeryn held onto the futon as he began to bite her, kisses her and lick the fresh hickeys and skin of her as she let out a moan and pant as his going hard on her and she enjoys this.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, his cologne drove her to the edge as she too began to leave hickeys and licks it. This made Naoakira moan and growled.

"Aaah...that's it little mouse, mark me...make that bitch know that I'm yours...and your mine."

Aeryn moan as she felt her leg lifted as he began to bite her sensitive parts as she moans loudly and felt her sweat began to form as not only he bit her thigh but began to eat her pussy as she moans.

She held his head as he began to make her cum as he did, Naoakira put his glasses down and lift her from futon as his hand held her.

Then began to thrust her pushing his cock inside of her making her scream and moan, then began to thrust her fast and hard.

the friction...the pleasure becomes unbearable but it felt so good for her as she held him as her legs wrapped around his waist as their kimono is took off from the floor.

It didn't took long as Aeryn claw his back as she cums and he too biting her shoulder as he cums. Naoakira lay down on futon as he let her rest on top of her as Aeryn held him.

The experience was enough for them to fall asleep in their arms as Naoakira held her and kiss her temples.

"I love you my little mouse..."

The next day, about week (after episode 11 and 12), college cafeteria

"Guys have you heard? Miss Minagawa is move to to an all girls university!"

Aeryn is shock at Letitia news as Hajun asked her.

"How did this happen?"

"Don't know but someone said its because her behavior had cause a lot of girls in here to be furious..."

Aeryn began to wonder as she tug her oversize turtleneck sweater that's covering the hickeys she got from her lover.

[casspurrjoybell-33]

Taming Arrogance - Chapter 18

*Warning Adult Content*

Steam wraps around my arms and legs as I step out of the shower.

I breathe in the heat and sigh, feeling more relaxed than I have in days.

I grab a towel and wrap it around my waist, rubbing my palm against the mirror's foggy surface until my face comes into view.

Pieces of light brown hair mat against my forehead and my gaze trails down my reflection until settling on my swollen lip.

I lean forward, inspecting the damage.

There doesn't seem to be an actual cut or tear anywhere but damn does it hurt.

I slide my tongue along my bottom lip and flinch when it crosses over a tender spot.

The feeling brings me right back to my kiss with Blake.

I hold back a groan remembering how it felt to have his hands on me, fingers digging into my hip and forcing me closer.

He was just as hard as I was when he rubbed up against me.

It was kind of weird having a dick so close to mine.

Granted, there were two pairs of jeans separating our 'mini-men' from touching but still.

It's the closest I've ever been to man parts.

Would he have let me go further if I initiated it?

He didn't seem to mind when I slipped my hand up his shirt and felt around.

Maybe I should have tried my luck and traveled south a bit too.

I run my tongue along my lip again, pressing harder at the tender part.

A searing pain shoots through my lower jaw, yet the pleasure that accompanies it has my groin aching for release.

Is it pathetic that I want more?

"Knock, knock, Callum..."

I whip my head to the side just in time to see Cade's bright face pop inside the bathroom.

He raises a brow and takes his time studying me from head to toe.

"Well, well, well. If I knew this was an option, I would have passed on dinner completely."

Cade pushes the door open and leans against its frame, crossing his arms over his chest.

The cold air nips at my flesh, hardening my nipples in seconds flat.

"Get the fuck outta here," I snap at him.

"You're letting in all the cold air."

Cade steps into the bathroom and closes the door behind him.

Then his grin widens.

"Better?"

I tighten my hold on the towel and glare at him.

When Cade agreed to come over, over an hour ago, mind you, he told me I could just 'leave the door open for him.'

Of course he chooses now to finally make his grand entrance.

"You have some impeccable timing," I mutter under my breath, searching around for my sweatpants.

"Mmm, I'd have to disagree," Cade counters and gives me a pointed look.

"If I had impeccable timing, I would have gotten here about ten minutes earlier."

Without looking at myself in the mirror, I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks and staining them red.

Cade doesn't seem the least bit stressed about this situation.

I glance at his attire, noting that he's changed out of his work clothes and into a comfortable pair of skinny jeans and a t-shirt.

The combination makes him look younger and gayer.

"You look like a fag," I say with a huff.

"And where the fuck  are my sweatpants?"

"I'll take that as a compliment because I am fag and proud of it, too."

If I had said that to Blake, he'd be lecturing me up and down on the importance of respecting all sexualities and blah, blah, blah, a bunch of shit I don't want to hear.

Cade just laughs it off.

I'm not sure which one irritates me more.

Clearly distressed, I shoulder past Cade and stomp out of the bathroom.

He follows behind me and chuckles.

"You know, Callum, you have a keen ability of pulling off that whole 'pissed off and brooding' attitude while managing to make it look sexy."

"Shut up."

"I'm serious. Not many men can do that."

My eyes light up when I see my sweatpants hanging off the bed.

I scoop them up and glance at Cade, a silent plead in my eyes for him to look away.

He must sense how uncomfortable I am because he turns his back to me, fumbling with the remote I left on the nightstand.

"So how'd it go with Mr. Boss Man?"

I throw on my sweatpants and slip on a t-shirt, not bothering to check if they match.

"The man has zero remorse when it comes to personal boundaries and he's moody as fuck," I answer.

Okay, okay, I may have helped just a smidge in the development of his mood swings but I'll just consider that falling under the '5% of other duties as assigned' in my job description.

I'm just trying to keep the man on his A game.

Cade sits on the bed and leans back, holding up his weight with his elbows.

The position he's in shows off his slender build.

His shirt rides up just a few inches on his stomach and a trail of light hair catches my attention.

It starts just at the bottom of his navel and becomes hidden beneath the hem of his boxers.

'It's kind of hot. Does Blake have that too?'

"That explains the fat lip, then," Cade muses.

"Oh yeah, that."

My tongue swipes across the tender flesh for a third time.

An ache blooms deep in my stomach wishing it was someone else's tongue instead of my own.

The silence stretches between Cade and myself and I have the weirdest desire to know what he's thinking.

This is the first time I've ever been physical with a dude, well two dudes.

Do men get jealous like chicks do?

I clear my throat and climb into bed, leaving ample space between the two of us.

Cade turns on the TV and switches to the basketball game.

I'm not sure if he actually likes sports or not but I appreciate the distraction all the same.

A few minutes pass and Cade continues to watch the screen and finally the silence becomes too much for me.

"Why'd you come over?" I ask.

"Because you texted and asked me to."

I scowl.

"Yeah , I know that, smart ass. I mean, why'd you give me your number in the first place?"

Cade turns his head to the side.

His expression is soft, content even.

He smiles and I relax.

I've only been around this guy for a total of a few hours and already his smile is becoming pretty damn contagious.

"I was hoping to get a glimpse of you in the shower."

I roll my eyes and reach forward to punch him in the arm.

"You're an idiot."

Cade laughs and scoots up the bed until we're next to each other.

Unlike me, he doesn't attempt to leave room between us.

His arm brushes against mine and he leaves it there.

"You're just a really nice guy, Callum," Cade tries again.

Even though he's still smiling, his expression becomes serious.

The light of the TV illuminates his face and my brain automatically starts comparing his features to Blake's.

Cade is a good-looking dude. a real panty-dropper, er boxer-dropper.

His face is masculine but his features carry with them a hint of femininity.

It's a hot combination and I wonder if this is why I find him so attractive.

Nothing about Blake is feminine.

Well, except maybe his mood swings, no offense, ladies.

So why the hell do I find him so irresistible?

The image of Blake's face finds its way front and center to my brain.

He stares back at me, his dark eyes bold and intense.

His chiseled cheekbones frame a narrow but masculine jaw and he blinks a few times in my imagination.

When I don't respond, Cade gets my attention again by rubbing his index finger along the backs of my knuckles.

"And even though you are ten shades of ass-hole to the wind, you're kind of charming, too," he adds with a wink.

His comment makes me laugh and just like that, the tension between us evaporates.

We find our way into easy conversation, talking about everything from work, to food, to sports.

Turns out Cade actually does likes basketball.

Close to 1:00 AM, the two of us order a pizza.

Cade bitches and moans about my topping selection, so I shut him up by agreeing to just cheese.

Despite the odd sensation of longing tumbling through my senses, the night ends up being pretty fun.

It isn't until the infomercials start dancing across the TV screen that I realize how late it's getting.

Cade mindlessly chews on a piece of crust, tapping a few buttons on his phone to show me a picture of some sea creature he was just talking about.

"It's getting pretty late," I comment.

Cade squints at the time showing on his phone and tosses his crust back into the pizza box.

"Want me to head out?"

"Probably should."

"Alright, cool. Just let me find this picture for you."

Only I never get to see the picture.

Cade slips his hand into mine, angling his body close enough to be cuddling.

His warmth and his touch feel so good that my eyes begin to close of their own accord.

We don't have sex.

We don't even kiss.

As relieved as I thought I would be about all this, however, we end up doing something far worse.

We fall asleep.

[rosavulpes]

Yang's fingers trace Blake's scars, her head resting in his lap as they both relaxed in privacy. Her own scars are bared, the worst being long scars across her side and stomach, long healed.

"Survivors, the both of us."

Fuzzy ears twitched in response to her soft voice breaking through the silence between them , his eyes reflecting his current mood . Lost in thought , even as he enjoyed these rare quiet moments in which he could be alone with her . The rest of their team fast asleep downstairs . 

Nay , it was because he was alone with Yang that Blake could allow himself to leave the present moment . To think not of the day before , the present , or the day to come , but as far back or as far forwards as he wanted to . The fights that were to come , and those that they’d have to face but ... with the knowledge that they’d face it together . 

A feeling that brought comfort . 

His normal inhibitions of showing the scars that lined his body gone , knowing only her eyes would he ever allow to see them . 

So too can he see hers , the stories each bore easy to read as he let his hand gently glide over them . As if reading the words from a book that enticed him to read further , and further ... one he could get lost in for hours on end .  

“ We do more ... “ 

Leaving her scars to reach for her hand , he closes his eyes as he places a light kiss on her knuckles . Her hand , rough ... but softness to them still as they lay in his . 

“ We thrive where others can’t “ 

With his tail coiled around hers , his gaze returned to the light of the full moon that came in through the window above them . 

In his eyes , survivor , was another word for champion , for victor , for triumph . Despite all the setbacks they’d endured thus far , they had indeed survived . 

[dazzleyourmindseye]

I did a little something

Yang jerked upright in bed, sheets in a tangle around her ankles and sweat pouring down her neck. She gasped for breath like she was drowning, the after image of Ruby with her eyes dull and an empty teacup in hand still burned into her retinas.

"Yang?" Blake's soft voice to her left, and Yang felt a cool touch on her forehead. "It's okay, it was just a dream."

"No, no... it was real, it happened, I -" Yang sucked in a shaking breath and pressed the heels of her hands to her eyes hard enough to see lights behind her clenched eyelids. "Ruby, she..."

"We got her back, she came back. Breathe, baby."

Yang struggled to pull air into her lungs for several long moments, Blake bringing her hands up to cradle Yang's face. Her cool touch soothed Yang's burning skin.

"I'm okay, I'm okay..." She finally breathed. The tightness in her chest eased a bit further as she relaxed, but unease still rolled in her stomach. "I have to -"

"I know." Blake pressed a soft kiss to her cheek. "Go, I'll be here."

Yang slipped quietly from their bed, feeling Blake's eyes on her as she silently opened the door and slid out into the hallway.

The door across the hall was cracked just slightly, allowing for Yang to push it open further with just the barest creaking. Moonlight streamed in through the window, highlighting the shape of Ruby's body curled up underneath her blanket.

Yang waited a moment with her breath held, until she saw Ruby's shoulder rise up and sink slowly in sleep. Yang sighed with relief, the anxious ball loosening in her chest and she was about to turn away when a small sound halted her in her tracks.

A whimper. She watched Ruby burrow further into her blankets as her breath hitched. Without even realizing Yang entered and crossed the small room in two easy strides. She stood over Ruby, seeing only the top of her face above the blankets. Ruby's eyebrows were pinched.

Yang reached out to lightly shake her shoulder. "Ruby?"

Ruby had always been a light sleeper, and Yang couldn't help but breath in relief when her sister's eyes blinked open - the silver catching the light of the moon. She reached up to rub her eye, and Yang felt a pinch of guilt for waking her. The ever present dark circles under her eyes had yet to fade. "Yang?"

"Hey Rubes. Sorry to wake you, I think you were having a bad dream." Yang kept her smile light and easy and her voice low. Ruby stayed quiet, staring down at the sheets. "Oh. Did I wake you?"

Yang's smile faded. "No. I was uh... already awake."

Ruby squinted at her in the dark, trying to catch her in a lie. Yang couldn't help but avoid her eyes. "I'll... let you get back to sleep."

Ruby didn't say anything until Yang had retreated back to the door, then spoke in a quiet voice. "Yang?"

"Yeah?"

"Could you... stay? Just until I fall asleep?"

"Of course." Yang crossed back over to her sister's bedside. "Scoot over."

Ruby slid over and Yang slipped under the covers with her. Ruby instantly curled up against her sister, tucking her head under Yang's chin like she was small again.

Yang stroke her hair and hummed a tuneless song. Ruby lay still for a moment, before her breath hitched and she curled tighter.

Yang held her tight, when movement from the still open door caught her eye. Yellow eyes glinted in the light of the moon as Blake leaned her head in. She tilted her chin in question. Yang glanced down at Ruby in her arms, and Blake contemplated for a long moment. On silent feet she too stepped into the room and joined them on the bed, curling up on Ruby's other side. Yang felt Ruby tense in her arms for a moment, then relax as Blake stroked her arm. Blake pressed close against Ruby's back, and Yang's ears caught the rumble of a purr - deep enough for her to feel the vibrations. Ruby seemed to almost melt in Yang's arms, her breathing slowing down as she relaxed.

"My dad used to do this for me when I had bad dreams." Blake whispered. Yang smiled at her with gratitude, moving her hand from Ruby's hair to rub her upper back.

Yang saw Blake's ears twitch towards the door before she heard it herself, the shuffle of unsure feet in the hallway before Weiss's pale hair appeared in the doorway.

Almost in tandem Blake and Yang held out their arms, and Weiss seemed to sigh in relief as she entered.

"Scoot over you two." She said, lightly shoving Yang's shoulders.

Yang huffed and abruptly yanked Weiss down against her side. "Hush, you're small enough to fit."

Weiss only put up a half-hearted fight before relaxing, crossing her arms with a pout.

Ruby suddenly mumbled something against Yang's shirt, voice muffled.

"What was that, Rubes?"

Ruby pulled away, blinking up at Yang with eyes bleary in sleep. "I said leave Weiss alone, not her fault she's short."

Yang chuckled and Weiss fake gasped in affront. Blake's grin from over Ruby's head was blinding in the dark.

"Ruby! You're supposed to be on my side..." Weiss whispered, but only a snore answered her.

"Hush, sleeptime now." Yang could feel more than see Weiss roll her eyes before she too relaxed. Blake's grin softened as she met Yang's gaze, and it made Yang's heart flutter as she finally closed her eyes in sleep.

Years from now, when Salem is gone and the world is saved, WBY will still be waking up in a cold sweat with nightmares of what happened in this episode, desperately reaching out to Ruby to make sure she's still there with them

[blake-elladonna]

Found family

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮 (𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏𝟔𝟕

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: 𝟓𝟎 𝐬𝐞𝐜.

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Due to a special visitor, Dazai reminisces about his past.

“Huh,” Dazai’s fingertip pressed the kitten’s nose, causing their canines to sink into his skin. You grimaced at Dazai’s lack of reaction. “He thinks he’s feisty. Kind of like a certain red head I knew.”

“You’re seriously going to let him bite you like that?” You laugh, crouching down with the help of the grave stone beside you. “I thought you didn’t like pain?” The kitten’s mew relaxed your face and you heard a chuckle in response. He’s smiling?

“Oh, I absolutely hate it.” Dazai said. His fingers combing through their patched fur. “But come on, for this little guy? How could I resist?“ He closed his eyes with a smile, and you light-heartedly smiled back.

“How about we keep him then? You know, in honor of his memory. He always said to protect the less fortune, right?” You asked. You watched the kitten pouncing to catch Dazai’s index in their paws. “How about you name him?”

With a long silence, Dazai went into deep thought. Then he spoke. “Curry.”

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~ MLB Curious Gazes ~

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The Doctor’s Office

Aubrey couldn’t believe her eyes as she sat in her uncomfortable, too small chair in the empty waiting room at the OBGYN office in the early hours of the morning. 

She was sitting alone with her baby boy sitting in his carrier on the floor - it was his nine month checkup and it was taking forever to be seen.

The woman was sitting, scrolling on her phone when out of her peripheral she saw an extremely - like extremely handsome man step into the area with a carrier.

Aubrey was a married woman but holy shit this guy was hot- without even trying is the thing. 

He had on a New York Yankees Nike hoodie and a pair of Nike athletic shorts with some calf length Blake Nike socks and trainers.

In the carrier was a fresh little baby, couldn’t be older than three months who was bundled up with a sunflower headband on.

The man was multitasking with a curly haired toddler on his other hip as he finds a seat a little bit down from Aubrey on the opposite side.

His wife was standing up at the check-in and of course it made sense that she was absolutely beautiful as well even though Aubrey could relate to how tired she looked.

The woman still had a small bit of her pregnancy bump left signifying that the baby was indeed very very new to the world.

She keeps glancing over at the man, he looks so familiar but she would remember if she had even met someone that handsome.

Then the context clues hit her, his hoodie, his toddler son was also in a little Yankees hoodie that matched his fathers and Aubrey googled quickly.

Her eyes flitted throughout the recent articles.

Styles’ Alleged $65 Million Dollar Bonus

Hot Head Harry Styles - how he managed to start three bench clearing brawls in one game!

Breaking Records and Bats - Styles manages to break his own record in the same season followed by breaking a bat in celebration

Holy shit.

She could help but watch them - this was much more interesting than reading a magazine.

Aubrey didn’t follow baseball but Harry had turned celebrity status and was this well known cocky dickhead to the media - women and men loved and drooled over him for his looks and his skills.

Right now, he sat down with his two babies - the boy looked exactly like Harry, it was quite unbelievable from the curly locks to mossy green eyes that was copy and paste.

Harry was currently tucking an applesauce pouch between his lips and guiding the boy's small hands to hold it for himself.

“Good job,  ,” He murmurs in the dead quiet waiting room as he tucks him further into the crook of his arm.

Harry looks up to his wife who joins them, she is a bit in awe when Aubrey sees him palm a bit at her bloated belly and whisper, “Y’look gorgeous today, mama.”

Aubrey couldn’t help but frown, she wished her husband did that.

YN sits down, leaning her head on his shoulder - Aubrey didn’t know her but she seems tired - of course she was a new mother.

The silence is broken when a nurse comes out and with an apologetic face says, “I’m sorry, we are running really behind today. It might be another thirty minutes,” before shutting the door again.

Harry kisses his wife’s forehead before wrapping his unoccupied arm around her shoulder, a flashing gold band on his ring finger.

Aubrey zones off for a little when her son wakes up, rocking the carrier a few times before he settles again.

She’s brought back to the couple when she hears a sniffle comes from Harry’s wife and his face turned towards hers, hand rubbing her shoulder reassuringly.

“Mama, she’s so healthy. There’s nothin’ to worry about, did a perfect job growing her in y’belly. I know these check-ups make you anxious but nothin’ is gonna be wrong,” He soothes, a near whisper because of how quiet the room is and he didn’t want to disrupt.

“I just don’t know if she’s been getting enough milk, it’s so hard to tell,” YN replies sadly, like she’s disappointed in herself.

“Y’kidding me? She’s our chunkiest baby - look at those little rolls. She’s on y’tits more than any of the boys including me,” He jokes softly, obviously trying to make her feel better.

It seems to work a little bit because she lets out a light giggle with a roll of her eyes, “No one is on them more than you.”

Harry shrugs unashamed before replying seriously, “Everything will be okay. She’s perfect and healthy.”

The curly haired little boy gets a bit squirmy with the wait after he finished his pouch, asking to be set down which his father does.

Harry is watching him carefully, his nervous but still adventurous little two and a half year old, as he toddles around the waiting room.

When he spots Aubrey and her carrier, he wanders over looking up her with wide curious eyes, he points at her son and squeaks, “Baby?”

Ever the diligent father, Harry is up and next to his son, Aubrey is a bit starstruck if she’s honest when he talks to her.

“M’sorry, he’s a curious little one,” Harry smiles at her, going to pick Ezra back up to guide him away from bothering her.

Aubrey waves her hand though, lifting the visor to show the sleeping baby, “Yeah, he’s a baby. That’s Dominic.”

The boy gazes at the baby before lisping, “Bry!”

Aubrey isn’t sure what he means but his father clarifies, “You’re right, Dominic is a baby just like your little sister Briar.”

“Okay,” Ezra shrugs and goes back to his mom to inform him of what he just discovered before crawling up and cuddling into her chest.

Harry nods, “Thanks for indulging him.”

“No pro-problem,” She stutters like an idiot and Harry smiles a bit like he knows but doesn’t say anything else before going back to his family.

A few minutes later when a high-pitched cry resounds through the room, Harry is carefully cradling his daughter who Aubrey notes looks nothing like him but like her mother even though her features were still so little.

“Shush, darlin’,” Harry coos with a soft drawl, leaning in to kiss at the newborn’s button nose.

Briar roots at her father’s chest, smacking her plump lips, and squeaking in frustration when she doesn’t find a nipple. It makes Harry chuckle before he glances at his wife and his smile falters a bit, “Sweetheart, did y’bring a bottle?”

Aubrey watches his wife shake her head, she is facing away from her so she can’t see her expression but gauging Harry’s it seems that she may be upset, “No, I completely forgot. I didn’t bring my nursing blanket either - I’m going to have to go the bathroom. M’being such a bad mom.”

The observer feels a pang in her chest, she can definitely relate to not always feeling like she is a good mother because of little mistakes she makes like forgetting diapers, buying the wrong formula, forgetting to bring a pacifier.

“Hey,” Harry’s voice is firm, “Y’not going to talk like that when s’the farthest thing from the truth. S’okay, we have four babies, we’re both goin’ t’forget things sometimes, okay? Here, let me help you.”

Aubrey wishes she had a husband who was as empowering, supportive of his wife.

He hands the whimpering baby over to his wife, he’s then tugging off his hoodie. Aubrey tries but fails to divert her eyes when his shirt rides up revealing  a glimpse of his taut abdomen and a light dusting of hair leading into his shorts, obscene tattoos covering his hipbones .

Harry maneuvers the hoodie over his wife’s shoulder, helping her tug down her loose shirt and nursing bra, and guiding his newborn to his wife’s breast until she latches and starts suckling hungrily.

“There y’go mama,” He whispers encouragingly before tugging Ezra back onto his lap to rock him a bit as he’s getting whiny - ready for a nap soon and not liking being in an unfamiliar place for too long.

-

Aubrey is buckling Dominic into his carseat when she spots the other family exiting the office. 

Harry’s wife looks much more relaxed, a smile on her face, and her arm tucked around her husband’s narrow hip, they’re parked close to each other, and Aubrey climbs into her small sedan - blasting the aircon.

She watches the parents strapp their kids into a massive, tinted and brand new cadillac escalade that was no doubt over a hundred thousand dollar car but who could expect them to be driving around a mid-level minivan?

After the kids are secured and they close the doors, Harry presses his wife up against it with his arm resting over her shoulder against the window. He is whispering to her, their mouths close before he ducks down to connect their lips.

His hand comes back to her deflating baby bump like he did in the doctor’s office, hand massaging the skin with adoration that was visible even to Aubrey as she sat in her car watching them.

Later on in the week, as she sits on her couch, a video pops up on her timeline. It’s a sports report she was about to skip until the name caught her attention. 

The sports reporter stated, “Harry Styles was fined an alleged sixty thousand dollars at last night’s game after getting into a verbal altercation when the second base man purposely tripped him.”

It flashes to the man she just saw in the doctor’s office in a form-fitting Yankee’s blue and white striped uniform with a helmet on as he ran at an impressive speed from first to second, stumbling when the baseman put out his foot.

Harry recovers quickly enough to touch the base to be considered safe. 

After that though, he’s pushing himself up and brushing off the dirt, then he’s charging towards the man who fucked up the play. 

He has no fear as he gets in the man’s face, veins on his neck standing out as he shouts. They don’t play the audio but you could tell Harry was cussing this man up and down.

It flashed back to the reporter speaking to another, “Nearly every team in the league reports that Styles is an absolute nightmare to play against from his skill to his downright arrogant and cocky attitude. He’s not someone I’d find myself wanting to hang around.”

“I agree with you there, Tucker. He has a right to be proud with all of his broken records and achievements but being a bit humble would do this man so good. I feel sorry for his wife and kids. He probably just spends all day bragging about himself.”

Aubrey clicks off the video, if only everyone in the world just saw the Harry Styles she saw just a few days ago - well they’d all change their minds on what kind of person he is. Especially what kind of husband and father.

--

The Charity Event

It was a charity event at Madison Square Garden in Time Square. 

It was for all Major League Baseball teams who had qualified for the playoffs and of course, The New York Yankees were there.

There were tables filling the whole stadium, extravagant in white linen tablecloths, multiple bars, and it was black tie dress code. 

It was a private event and it was not open to the public but after the dinner there would be awards given out and that would be broadcasted.

Nicole was there with her husband, Trent, the left outfielder with an average batting score. He wasn’t the most popular on the team by far - well everyone got outshined by Styles. 

She couldn’t help but be a little bitter that Harry had gotten a $60 million dollar bonus (the biggest bonus ever gifted but also the Yankees were not taking any chances at losing their star and their ultimate money-maker). Trent got a measly bonus of $100,000 which was nothing in baseball terms. 

The wives and girlfriends of the Yankees players did not like YN one bit. It really wasn’t fair because she was always lovely, kind, and friendly. It didn’t matter because they were all spurred on by jealousy of what she had.

Nicole couldn’t help by gaze at Harry as they sat at the same circle table towards the podium where the awards would be presented after dinner. He was in a sharp all black suit with a small team logo pin of the lapel.

She couldn’t deny how stunning YN looked in an absolutely stunning dress. It was a one-shoulder with sparkling black stripes against a tan background, it fit like a glove and accentuated her stunning legs with a high slit. ***

It blew Nicole’s basic black Gucci dress out of the water which made her even more infuriated at the woman. She knew she was being irrational and if she hated her so much, why couldn’t see stop staring at the couple?

Nicole could get away with it by looking past them at other tables but to be quite honest, the two were much too wrapped up in each other to be aware of any of their surroundings or people watching them.

Trent was off bullshitting with all the other players while the Styles’ sat at the table and Harry waited for people to approach him - like the cocky asshole that he was. He would give them a minute of his time before becoming visibly bored and returning his attention back to his wife.

As the appetizers arrived, Trent finally sat down with a grunt, giving his wife literally no attention as he dug into the salad like a slob. 

Across the table, Harry looked down at his plate, picked out all the tomatoes and stabbed them with his fork. He then brought his hand over to his wife who giggled and let him feed her the three little tomatoes for his salad.

“Don’t like tomatoes, Styles?” Henry, third-baseman, jokes as he watches him feed his wife without any shame.

“I love ‘em, m’missus just really like the little grape ones,” Harry shrugs casually - like that didn’t just sound like the most whipped thing that he could say.

Trent probably couldn’t even guess Nicole’s favorite color - let alone know something so minuscule like YN like the little tomatoes that come on house salads. 

Throughout the whole dinner, it was quite disgusting how infatuated these two were with each other - Harry had at least one hand on her body at one time - her thigh, shoulder, even cupping her neck in a way that was almost too intimate for the setting.

At one point, Harry notices that YN is a bit quiet - sipping on her glass of water and he pulls back from the conversation, murmuring, “Y’alright, mama?”

Nicole bites her lip hard at the cute pet name, feeling even more dislike towards YN - why couldn’t she have had someone like Harry?

“D’you think the babies are okay? Ezra’s been so anxious lately,” YN replies quietly, there were no phones allowed at the event and had to be left at home or at the door.

Harry kisses her temple, “Y’know Ezzie is good with m’mum, doesn’t get as anxious as he used to at sleepovers. Y’know East and Cash are probably on a sugar high.”

YN nods, agreeing and Harry jumps right back into the conversation but she notices that he keeps looking over at his wife to check on her.

Trent accidentally knocks her elbow hard and just grunts out a bland, “Sorry.”

The topic changed to traveling for games. Ellie, another wife of a player who was nice to YN were chatting about how stressful it is.

“I know, loading all three boys up is rough when we do decide to travel to games with H,” YN says to Ellie, a small smile on her face.

“Ugh, I know. Lily and Parker are the worst flyers! They usually end up throwing up or not being able to nap at all,” Ellie groans about her two little ones she has back at home.

YN let’s out a laugh that just irked Nicole to not end.

“It's going to be even harder when we have more kids,” YN laments like she’s bothered.

“Oh? More kids?” Ellie squeaks with excitement, clapping her hands together.

Nicole reaches a breaking point, jumping into the chat,“Really? More kids? Don’t you think you should focus on the ones you have? Or do you think because your husband makes an unfair amount of money, you can just have as many as you want? Hire nannies and act like you take care of them?”

Before YN frowns, about to respond when Harry interjects with a booming, displeased voice, “First off, why don’t y’mind your own fuckin’ business. My wife and I can ‘ave any many kids as we want, last time I checked.”

He continues with tense posture, all of his previous calmness disappears, “Second off, don’t take it out on my wife tha’ your husband got a shit bonus, we all know tha’ why y’pissy. And don’t act like y’dont have a nanny for your one kid while we don’t nor ever will have one.”

Nicole sneers, “You’re a cocky bastard.”

Harry smiles in faux charm, “Of course I am, dear. I’ve got a fucking beautiful wife, three healthy babies, the most records broken in history, and the fattest bank account in this room.”

“Alright, alright,” Trent interrupts and it doesn’t go unnoticed that he doesn’t defend his wife. Instead he shoots Harry an apologetic look for his wife’s behaviors.

Harry just scoffs at the couple, rudely rolling his eyes, and tugging his wife in for a kiss that’s a bit too intense but he can’t help himself, smiles against her lips when his wife pinches his thigh playfully.

He says (not quietly at all), “All these women are jealous of you, hm? S’cause you’re so beautiful and such a fuckin’ catch.”

Nicole feel a sharp pang in her chest at the indirect comment - fucking asshole.

Deep down, Nicole is unfavorably realizing that somehow YN has it all - a loving husband, who is seemingly head over heels four her, three well-behaved children, and everything she could ever want - sitting on Harry’s $600 million dollar net worth, on top of being gorgeous.

She didn’t have that. Trent and her were on the rocks constantly, has definitely cheated on her, their kid is a literal nightmare, and they’re both so reckless with money they have no savings.

It made her jealous to see Harry whispering in YN ear to make her giggle- lips brushing her ear, his hand splayed across her bumcheek while they waited for drinks at the bar, she even hears them murmur ‘I love yous’ at least twice.

Then the lights dim, spotlight on a podium in the front of the room, an older man in a crisp navy suit taking the stage.

“It is an honor for me to announce ‘Player of the Year.’ The decision by the board of Major League Baseball wasn’t a hard one. The statistics and records broke continuously by the man has led us to only one option.”

Everyone watches all the other players in room deflate a bit because they realize the award is going to Harry yet again.

 “He is again breaking a record tonight, he is the first player to earn this achievement four years in a row. The duality of this man when it comes to pitching a curveball or hitting a homer is truly remarkable.”

It makes all the players even more irritated than they already are when they look over at Harry who’s sitting back, manspreading, hand on the back of his wife’s neck gently, and a cocky, unbothered grin.

Like this award wasn’t the biggest accomplishment he could earn.

One of the players from an opposing team at a different table mutters to one of his teammates, “Fucking arrogant asshole. The only thing this award does is feed his gigantic ego.” 

“Such a douchebag,” The other agrees, jealousy tinges his voice.

“I’ve most likely made it obvious who the the recipient is this year. The New York Yankees pitcher with the most strikeouts to date and top-scoring hitter - Mr. Harry Styles!”

The crowd erupts in applause, whistles, and a standing ovation because despite his unsavory demeanor - no one could deny he was a legend.

Before he gets up, Nicole watches as he cups his wife’s cheek - locking her lips in a kiss before she has to give him a playful shove when he tries to slip some tongue.

When Harry gets up to the stage, he shakes the hand of the announcer and takes the award from him, setting it on the podium.

“Fourth year in a row has a nice ring to it,” Harry gives the crowd a dazzling white smile that have his dimples digging into his cheek.

The crowd whistles and coos.

Nicole notices YN getting teary-eyed as she watches her husband accept the award.

“I want t’thank a few people tonight. I want t’thank m’wife and the mama of my babies - YN. She’s supported me from when I was in college with no other career path but baseball, unsure of if I’d fail or not, she stuck through it.”

She can sense everyone’s eyes dart over to YN who is still staring up at her husband - who is giving her a gleaming smile right back.

“We’ve been through some really hard obstacles in our first years as a couple but she’s the reason for all this - the fact that she always believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself.”

The audience is respectful, quiet as he publicly tells a story of his deep love for his wife.

“I want t’thank m’three babies. Easton, Cash, and Ezra. They inspire me to be a better better man and a good role model - even though I think y’all agree they won’t be if they watch too much how I play when I’m out in the field.”

The crowd erupts in laughter at Harry poking fun at his own antics that he’s most famous for. He goes on to thank the team, coaches, Nike, everyone on the professional side of career.

When he’s done, everyone stands back up to congratulate him, patting him on the back as he returns to his seat.

Nicole watches as Harry sits back down, chuckling as he swipes a tear off his wife’s cheek, “Why y’crying, mama?”  

“I’m just so proud of you. Everything you do for me and our babies. The best husband, best daddy. My heart is just full,” She murmurs, clearly not meant for others to hear but Nicole was eavesdropping.

Harry’s eyes darken with something Nicole can’t identify but does notice his hand creeping a bit further up her thigh.

He leans into whisper something into her ear before she sees his lightly nip at her lobe before pulling back to join into the conversation.

-

After the lights come back up, Trent abandons her to go shoot the shit with other guys.

When she trails off to the bathroom, down a long hallway from the main area - she hears a rustling from behind a door labeled with a plaque that says ‘executive meeting room’.

Nicole pauses confused, all these offices and other rooms were strictly off limits during events obviously. She was confused to hear someone in a room that was not supposed to be in use.

Then she realizes it’s not just someone - it’s two people.

“S’good, sweetheart. Give it t’me so good.”

And she knows right then and there all she needs to know about who’s in that conference room and what they were doing.

“Be quiet, you’re being too loud,” YN scolds back, the walls were clearly thin because she could hear the exchange.

“Make y’cunt not feel like heaven then,” He remarks back, his voice slower and more soft than it would be in front of people.

God, Trent and her haven’t slept together in ages - let alone has spontaneous hookups or dirty talk like that ever.

When they all end up back at the table before the closing speech for the night, Nicole spots a nicely sized mark under Harry’s jaw that he’s wearing with pride.

YN had her lipstick wiped off and was much more clingy as the night rolled on which Harry seemed to thrive on.

As she and Trent are on their way home, Nicole speaks into their silence, “I don’t think our relationship is working.”

Not after she saw love and happiness at that event table tonight - she wanted that kind of love not settling for some cheating asshole.

-

The Little League Game

It was a cool autumn evening, it was an important game - if you could call it that for the little league team that Kayla had her son on.

The goal was to determine which team would move onto the playoffs, even though most of this was all in good fun because it was for eight-year-olds and it wasn’t serious.

Kayla couldn’t lie and say that she didn’t spend some of the time curiously gazing at the New York Yankees player who would come to watch his son play.

He wasn’t at every game due to his schedule but it seemed like he came to whatever ones he could with his wife and other three kids.

They had taken the bench on the bleachers right below her so she had an up close and personal view of the family when they’ve never sat this close before.

As the kids warmed up, Harry had his youngest son who looked to be about four sit next to him, squished between his dad and mom happily.

Their middle son was next to his mom on the other side, looking to be about six, and he was wriggling impatiently in his seat - eager to join the other kids in the jungle gym.

The baby girl who looked about a year and a half old didn’t look anything like her brothers - it was obvious that she was a spitting image of her mother (who was stunning).

She was curled up in her mom’s lap, asleep with her face squished against her mother’s chest - a pacifier suckling fiercely between her puffy lips.

“Mama, please,” The curly haired boy begs with greedy puppy dog eyes as he keeps glancing back to look at the other kids.

“You stay right where daddy and I can see you, yes?” YN murmurs, brushing back his unruly curls that where getting long, “And what are our rules?”

“Stay where you can see, don’t talk to strangers, and be nice to others,” He recites perfectly, Kayla was a bit blown away by his manners.

She watches baseball. It was hard to believe their children were so mild mannered when their father was the exact opposite - at least on the field.

Harry was rustling in the diaper bag for something as his son looked at him with wide, concerned eyes, “My baby, daddy.”

“I know, Ezzie. M’lookin’ f’your baby,” His father replies softly, the polar extreme of his normal brash, crude language that had a nasty tone like he couldn’t bother giving people the time of day.

“Daddy, please,” The youngest whines, his little hand grasping at his father’s tattooed wrist as he gets to his knees to help his dad look.

“Left inner pocket,” YN murmurs offhandedly as she makes sure Cash gets to the playground safely with his friends.

“Say ‘thanks mama’,” Harry coos to his son as he manages to tug out the baby doll and hand it to the awaiting little boy.

“Thanks mama,” He replies instantly with a gapped smile as he nuzzles right back into his father’s side as if he can’t get close enough.

“How are you feeling, Ezra?” His mother leans over to ask, keeping the baby close to her chest.

“M’happy, mama,” Ezra replies simply before starting to babble to himself as he plays with the babydoll.

Kayla watches Harry and YN swap a fond look at their son but she couldn’t help but wonder why they asked him that? He seemed fine so why did they feel the need to do that?

The game is going okay, Harry stands up to cheer and whistle when Easton hits a two-base hit but YN smacks his thigh and motions to their sleeping baby.

He looks at her sheepishly before sitting back down, kissing her cheek in apology, and peeking down into the fleece blanket to watch his daughter sleep for a moment.

Then it seems like Easton starts to lose momentum after he pitches two home-runs, his face pinched in disappointment as the other team scores but Harry is attempting to keep him motivated with encouraging shouts.

Easton struggles from then on, he strikes out for his final three turns, doesn’t catch two pop-ups, and his pitches start to get a little shaky. It’s obvious in his facial expression he’s getting upset because he’s breathing heavier like he’s trying not to cry.

Kayla feels a sense of dread for the little boy, his father who’s the best baseball player in modern day history is watching his son not do well during an important game.

 Because of what she knows of him from his temper and attitude on the field - she worries that he’s one of those father’s who will hound their kid for doing poorly.

“Oh, c’mon East,” Harry murmurs softly when his son stumbles over a ground ball before another kid picks it up and throws it in - their son smacking his glove down against the ground in frustration.

“He’s getting himself worked up,” YN notes as she watches her oldest kick his cleats in the dirt with a quivering bottom lip.

“I know,” Harry replies to his wife, “Wish he wouldn’t, he’s gettin’ upset out there, I can tell.”

“Sad?” Ezra squeaks, clambering onto his father’s lap and stating, “Hold me, daddy.”

Harry obliges easily, gathering up his small son before his attention is directed back onto the game - it was down to the last few minutes and unfortunately Easton pitched a ball that resulted in a home run for the other team.

“Fuck,” Harry mutters, running a hand through his messy locks before he’s setting Ezra back down on the bleachers, “I’m going to go talk to him. Do you want to meet back home?”

YN nods, leaning down to tuck the baby into the double stroller before buckling Ezra in as well, “I’m going to go get Cash and head out. Why don’t you take him out for some ice cream? I love you.”

“I love you too, mama,” He replies, kissing her softly before kissing both of his kids foreheads and stepping down the bleachers - ignoring all the adults who are staring at him with a starstruck expression as he heads to the dugout.

It cleared out fast, nobody sticking around after the loss that ended with them not continuing on to the championship, and Easton was sat on the bench - he was stoic and there was a hard, angry expression on his face that reminded Kayla of what she saw Harry look like when he played.

As she gathers up her son and makes sure he’s got all of his equipment, Kayla stands and chats to a few of the moms before she’s heading to her car - which happened to be parked next to a sleek Masserati crossover, who would let their muddy kid go in there? Rich people, she guesses.***

Kayla pops the trunk to her van with her key as they get closer, she notices that Harry also has his up and Easton is sitting on the tailgate with his eyes looking down at the pavement. She tries not to appear as nosey or eavesdropping as she tucks her items into the back.

“Sweetheart, s’okay. Y’did so so good tonight,” Harry assures his pouty son, he squats down to start to untie his son’s nike cleats but continues to make eye contact with him. 

“No, I didn’t, Daddy!” Easton whines, tears finally starting to bubble over the surface as he begins to sob with a shuddering chest, “I gave up home runs and then I missed ground balls!”

“Whoa, bubby,” Harry simpers after he tugs off the shoes and throws them carelessly into the back before standing up, “Y’did amazing, are you kiddin’? You did three innings of strikeouts, hit two of y’own homeruns. Y’played like a professional, way better than daddy.”

Kayla’s heart aches a bit when she sees Harry sit down next to him before hugging him harshly into his side, thumbing at the tears that are running down his son’s sweaty cheeks with soft reassurances.

“Daddy, are you mad I didn’t win?” Easton asks shakily, keeping his head buried into his father’s side and his small hand clutching into the fabric of his hoodie.

Harry chuckles lowly, “Daddy would never be mad at you f’anythin’, definitely not a baseball game. Remember what mama and I said? If at any point y’want to stop playin’, just let us know and we can find something else, yeah? Just like how Ezzie does art classes.”

Easton seems to calm down after a few moments of Harry rocking him and reassuring him of what an amazing son he is.

As Kayla drove away that night, her perspective on the all-star baseball player definitely changed. It was refreshing to see someone to not hold their child to an unreasonable expectation just like she thought Harry would.

--

The Campfire

Austin was the shortstop on the baseball team, he’d brought along his girlfriend, Chelsea, to the frat party to celebrate another win.

Everyone was in whispers that Harry was bringing his new girlfriend but nobody knew who she actually was because it was just a rumor.

It was surprising because Harry wasn’t a relationship kind-of man. He wasn’t into hookups much - always said he needed to focus on baseball.

Many of his teammates were envious of how many girls were constantly coming up to Harry at parties to flirt and try to get a dance in but he had always rejected them.

Harry had never showed interest in any of these girls at the parties, never seen him disappear upstairs with one or really entertain a conversation over a beer like they’d expect.

Chelsea pokes his shoulder and nods towards the entrance when Harry walks in with his arm around YN’s shoulder.

Most were in a little shock because they seemed like such an unlikely couple - YN had written some scathing articles about him and it was no secret he hadn’t been a fan of her.

“Holy shit, Harry’s dating YN?” Chelsea whispers to Austin as the group of party-goers cheer and whistle at the allstars appearance.

“Guess so,” Austin replies with a shrug, tugging Chelsea into the kitchen for a drink.

Later on that night, there’s a bonfire on one side of the backyard and a volleyball net on the other where a group was gathering to play.

Austin and Chelsea are on the opposing team of Harry and YN - she can’t help but watch them with curiosity because of what a surprise it is that they’re dating.

Even Austin has been watching because Harry’s acting in a way that he’s never seen throughout his time on the team with him.

Harry is just all over YN which was confusing how he went from not being remotely interested in the college girls to being a lovestruck puppy.

When she throws the ball up to serve, Harry reaches over and pinches her bum which makes her squeak and accidentally drop the ball which has him cackling as she glares at him.

As they change positions, he crowds up behind her, and massages her hips, leaning down to murmuring something in her ear.

She blushes wildly before smacking him off which has him laughing hard and kissing the back of her head before taking his position.

After Harry jumps and spikes the ball hard, earning them the winning point, YN turns around and wraps her arms around him to hug him tightly.

Harry wraps his arms around her shoulders, returning the hug before pulling back to kiss her lips in a soft peck.

Chelsea elbows Austin, “Who’s that and what did they do with Harry?”

Austin shakes his head, “I really don’t fucking know.”

The group migrates over to the fire as they might become cooler and the stars are high up in the sky, the fire flickering orange and yellow crackles of sparks.

Harry plops into a chair, pulling YN right onto his lap, and she wriggles until she’s comfortable. Chelsea notices him tap her thigh as if telling her to cut it out, too much motion right on his crotch.

Jake, one of his teammates, says in a teasing tone, “YN, I’m surprised to see you around these parts . I clearly remember a strongly worded article about how stupid frat parties are.”

YN takes it in stride, smiling as she replies, “And this party just proves my point.”

The group laughs easily, they enjoy YN’s sharp wit and comebacks as they get to know her. Austin can’t help but to notice how quiet Harry is.

Normally, he’s the life of the party, loud and making his presence known to everyone but not tonight. He has his chin propped on her shoulder and she’s cuddled back into his chest.

Austin can’t make out what Harry is saying but he’s constantly whispering in her ear and accentuating each time with a squeeze to her thighs.

“Are you guys official?” One of the teammates asked bluntly, a few beers deep by this point in the night.

Harry replies instantly, a possessive squeeze, “She’s mine and off the market, s’don’t even think about it.”

“Well I don’t think it matters because she’s turned down the whole baseball team by this point. I think everyone tried to ask her out at least once,” Steve jokes as the others agree.

“Tha’s m’girl,” Harry murmurs to her before teasing his friends,“Who’d want to go out with any you? You’re all dickheads.”

Everyone continues to joke around, it’s nearing midnight and that’s right about when Harry gets in his prime - like the party just started.

But not tonight.

YN’s eyes start to flutter shut as everyone banters and drinks around the fire, obviously not used to these late night parties.

“I better get this one t’bed,” Harry states after a few minutes, thumbing at YN’s cheekbone as she tries to stay awake.

“I’m okay,” She mumbles weakly, head still heavy against his shoulder.

“You’re coming back though, right?” Kyle asks expectantly, brows furrowed.

Harry shakes his head, “Nah, m’in for the night when she is.”

All the players look at him with a bit of a dumbfounded look, Steve shooting out, “Who knew you’d be so pussy whipped, Styles?”

Chelsea’s eyebrows raise at the crude comment, waiting with bated breath as Harry’s jaw clenches as it seems like he’s biting his tongue.

“Goodnight,” Harry says in a tone Austin has never heard before - agitated and almost…offended.

When Austin and Chelsea are sneaking up to his room for a late night hook-up, she overhears Harry and YN in his bedroom.

At first, she thinks they’re in an actual argument but as she listens to them - it’s not the kind of arguement she thought it was.

“You’re always the little spoon,” YN groans from behind the closed door.

Harry squawks, affronted before huffing back at her, “S’my favorite, please spoon me, darling?”

“You’re so fucking spoiled,” YN giggles as Chelsea assumes they move into a position where Harry’s the little spoon.

“Mm, I like feelin’ y’tits against my back, s’nice,” Harry hums with a boyish tone.

Chelsea doesn’t even realize she’s smiling until Austin drags her from her stupor. 

All she knew was that Harry Styles really really fancied that school reporter.

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[wicked-rwby-wreckers]

So Yang, when you and your little brother are alone in the dorm, how long does it take for you to grab a nice handful of that fat boi booty~? A simple question, sure, but I'm more curious how many times your girlfriend has walked in on you on top of Ruby under the blankets while you're both sweating and panting~

I mean, we all know brothers like to roughhouse and wrestle right~?

“Alright you guys, Weiss and I should only be a couple hours for our weekly drink, so you two have fun.” Blake smiled and gave a small wave to the siblings before shutting the door to the room. The two brothers waved her off.

SMACK “Yaaang,” Ruby squealed at the impact of his brother's hand on his ass. Yang’s hard hand sinking into the fat meat of Ruby’s ass. “Can’t you wait at least 5 seconds for Blake to leave!” “Mmm, no can do little bro,” Yang grabbed Ruby by both of his cheeks and pulled him into his chest. His hands, squeezing and pulling at his squishy booty, forcing moans out the boi. “You know I can’t resist this massive, fucking ass when I’m alone with it. Besides, I know you love it.”

Yang suddenly forced his tongue down Ruby’s throat, the boi eagerly sucking down his big brother’s tongue. Ruby moaned and whimpered at their sloppy make out, saliva dripping down their mouths. Yang lifted the boi up by both his cheeks and carried him over to Blake’s bed. Yang tossed him, and Ruby hit the bed face first with a soft thud. He gasped as Yang followed beside him pressing Ruby’s head into the mattress in, his other hand grasped and massaged one of Ruby’s thicc cheeks.

“You wouldn’t be wearing these tight yoga pants if you weren’t looking to be fucked tonight,” Yang growled with a harsh spank to his brother’s ass. He pulled Ruby back up by the hair, the boi panting, his face red from embarrassment at what Yang said. Ruby braced himself with his arms looking needy back at Yang. He began shaking his ass, bouncing his fat boi booty for his big brother in the hopes of getting a good hard fuck. Yang wasn’t wrong. Ruby needed his brother’s fat dick in his ass.

Yang positioned himself behind the cute redhead, both hands pressing into the fabric of the boi’s clothes,, before tearing into it with ease. The cloth rippled wide exposing all of Ruby’s pale flesh. Yang pressed his middle finger into Ruby’s ring asshole eliciting a moan from the boi. He sank his finger as deep as he could get, his brother’s ass bouncing and surrounding his entire hand. It’s grip is so tight on him that he has to yank his hand free. Ruby was a little sad. Yang fished out his hard erection and slapped it between Ruby’s creamy smooth globes. Ruby got excited at the impact of Yang’s dick hitting his ass. He fell forward with his face back on the mattress as he reached back with both hands to wedge the fat fuckstick further between his cheeks. His ass wrapped around his big brother's cock smothering it. His little boi penis dripping onto the bed as he twerked his fat globes of flesh for Yang.

“Mmm, see a little slut like you just can’t resist this cock huh,” Yang smirked. He settled one hand on Ruby’s head holding him down, as he pressed his dick into the winking bud in front of him. Ruby’s hands tensed in the fabric at feeling Yang’s thick head push inside him. He began to squeal, muffled by the bed, as Yang slowly, painfully slipped inside him. No matter how many times or how long Yang hollowed out Ruby’s tight boipussy, it always managed to keep its tightness.  Yang hissed as dick was enveloped by the hot little hole and fought to get each inch inside. He held on tightly until he worked every single inch of his fat meat inside of him. His body let out a groan when he finally did. Yang ground his hips into Ruby, savoring the feeling of his dick wrapped wrapped up in the warm flesh. “See this is what I need! A nice piece of ass I can have served at my beck and call to sink this dick into,” Yang snarled before starting to thrust into the boi. Ruby squeaked as Yang kept him pinned down with both his hand and brutal thrusts. Yang’s other hand holding on to his wide hips trying to hold on as he gave it to his sissy brother. It proved to not be enough for him as he released his grip on Ruby’s head, and grabbed both sides with his hands. Yang pulled himself into Ruby harder with a loud smack of their hips together. Blake’s bed creaking from the hard  impact of their bodies together. Yang’s leg came up, pressing Ruby’s head further into Blake’s mattress. Ruby drooled into the bed at the new found pressure and angle as Yang’s beastial fucking laid waste to him. His balls slapping against Ruby’s pathetic sack, forcing more of his feminine spurt out of him. “Damn, you’re such a whore Ruby. I haven’t even fucked Blake in this bed yet, and you're here taking every inch,” Yang ground his foot a little in Ruby’s head as he spoke. Ruby both loved and hated every time Yang brought up Blake. On one hand he just wanted Yang to fuck him, on the other, god did it turn him on to be put degraded by his brother. He blamed the years of anal training before coming to Beacon. Yang’s cock dug deep, causing Ruby to see stars from the pain and the pleasure of being reamed out. He could do very little from his position. Yang had almost complete control over his entire body. It took everything Ruby had to throw his ass back into his handsome big bro. Suddenly Yang’s foot let up on his head and he was free to sit up. Yang slipped his cock free of Ruby’s ass, and grabbed Ruby by the head, tossing him face first towards the foot of the bed. Yang repositioned himself over Ruby who lay flat on the bed. Yang wrapped an arm around Ruby’s smooth skinny neck, choking the boi and locking him in a headlock before slamming back into his brother. Ruby’s moaning quieted somewhat by the tight grip on his neck as Yang’s hips really slapped down into his thick globes of pure fuckmeat. Ruby’s hands clung onto the edge of the bed, his knuckles white from how hard he was gripping it. Yang bit Ruby’s ear while he clung tight to him. Yang fucking his brother like he was his property like his own personal stress toy. Ruby squealed every moment of Yang’s brutal fucking. The constant smacking of their incestuous, gay fucking getting louder and louder as Yang thrusts grew harsher and faster with every second. Ruby started to cum with every thrust into his poor abused boi pussy. His mind clouded by the constant orgasms until abruptly they were brought out of their fuck session. The door to their dorm unlocked and terror filled the siblings. Yang acted quickly tossing the blanket on the bed over their bodies with his free arm. Yang stared down the door as he kept his brother tight in the headlock, and watched as his girlfriend walked in the door. “Oh hey guys, I forgot my purse. Can’t pay for my drink if I don’t have it, and no I’m not going to make Weiss pay for it Yang,” Blake smiled at them as she grabbed her purse pausing at the sight of the two of them. Blake’s face grew more serious for a moment. “Yang, let up on him will you? Ruby is red in the face, just look at him,” Blake leaned down looking Ruby in the face. Ruby’s eyes were shut tight, and he was biting his lip struggling not to let a slutty moan escape his body. His brother’s arm tightened around his neck at the statement. “He’s fine, babe. He loves it when I do this. We’ve been doing this for years,” Yang reeled back, and delivered a sharp thrust into the boi, making his eyes go wide in front of Blake. “If you say so,” Blake stood back up straight and walked around the bed, “Well, I’ll leave you to your wrestling, don’t be too rough on him, okay Yang,” Blake said, kissing Yang on the cheek before leaving once again. Yang’s grip around Ruby’s neck released, and he grabbed his brother by his soft, smooth shoulders. With everything he had he gave one final thrust into Ruby, emptying his viscous load into his sissy little brother. Ruby screamed loud, unable to restrain himself anymore. Every muscle in his body and face relaxed, his eyes drooping, his breathing heavy, and his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he drooled at the edge of the bed. He squirted numerous times in that one moment. So much so, he felt like he was gonna die riding on the pleasure of having Yang’s fat cock inside of him with Blake right in front of him. Yang tossed the blanket off their bodies flipping Ruby around on his back, the boi breathing heavily recovering from the string of orgasms. Yang crawled on top of the boi. His knees pinning Ruby’s arms down on both sides as he slapped his dick across his sissy brother’s face. Left over cum splattering across his pretty little face.

“Open Ruby, I know you want more.” Yang commanded. Ruby always got hot and bothered when his brother demanded he did something. He may have been team leader, but Yang being in control was down right sexy.

“Yes Daddy, feed your little sissy more cum please. Fuck my pretty face, dump another load wasted on me and not your girlfriend!” Ruby opened wide, ready to receive the facefucking a man stealing bitch like him deserved. Yang’s cock slid up and down Ruby’s tongue before sinking it into his warm mouth. Yang used the foot of the bed to hold onto as he slammed down into him. Ruby was trapped underneath the weight of his brother, unable and unwilling to push him off.  His legs kicked as his brother forced him to choke down his huge dick.

The sloppy mess of his saliva and Yang’s cum falling on his face. His throat slime coating Yang’s dick and strands of it following his brother's fat fuckstick every time Yang pulled out of Ruby’s mouth. Every thrust building more of it on his face. It filled the boi’s nose and covered the boi’s eyes, hindering his ability to see. Not that there would be much to see beside Yang’s abs inches away from his face or watching his brother's massive cock fill his mouth.

Ruby could feel the mess of Yang’s curly blonde pubes getting caught in his mouth as his throat was struggling to swallow every inch of Yang’s cock.  His heart pounding as hard at the beating his face was getting from Yang’s forceful fucking on his face. Ruby felt himself squirting up and on himself, as Yang slammed down into him. All of his senses were overloaded with only Yang in his mind. Yang forced every inch down Ruby’s throat before cumming hard. Ruby couldn't swallow it all from the position and started to cough it up. When Yang pulled out of Ruby’s mouth a waterfall of cum poured all over the boi’s face, painting it all white. Ruby groaned and rolled over coughing up the cum, gasping for breath. He felt Yang pick him up with one arm and toss him over to the other side of the room. “We have time. Might as well and fuck you on Weiss’ bed too right?” Ruby squealed as Yang pulled Ruby’s legs up and to his head, before immediately slamming into his brother. They couldn’t waste any time. 

[wu-sisyphus-gang]

*later*

Ruby: He says he loves me.

Yang: Are you sure that you heard him right?

Ruby: Yes. I'm sure. I don't know what to do about it though. We're friends but I want to go further than that. It's this whole risky thing. He's not over Pyrrha and I'm not sure that I'd want him to be. I love him. I want to help him heal. I want him to fall into his own love for me and relax. Especially after Penny.

Yang: He's got a lot of baggage. I don't know. Maybe confess to him openly. That could work. Clear and effective communication is the way to go. It worked for Blake and I.

Ruby: That's the thing. I'm so nervous it makes my knees weak.

Yang: I felt the same. I still had to jump at some point.

Ruby: He outright told me he loved me. I should be able to do the same. Ugh. Why is this so hard?!

Yang: Yeah but he didn't know he was telling you. It could not count.

Ruby: It counts. Even though he said it quietly and mostly to himself...

Yang: Get him to confess to you for real. Tease him out. Trying on short skirts and tight corsets. That kind of thing. You're already more than conventionally attractive. Play your cards right and make him come to you.

Ruby: I thought you were a fan of clear and effective communication.

Yang: I am but you didn't like that idea. So tease him. Make him want you bad enough that he makes the first move.

Ruby: That could work... I want him to feel confident in making that move though.

Yang: I still think you should tell him how you feel. Bait him in and kiss him. You already know he loves you.

Ruby: No. I want him to make the first move. I want him to be that confident in himself and me.

Ruby: I hope you're okay today.

Ruby: I know sometimes things can be difficult but I'm here for you.

Jaune: *flinches as though struck in the mouth with a god-damned tree branch*

Jaune: I almost just pictured my whole life with her.

[shortkingvi]

How was bumbleby's first time with a strapon?

you really do attract the energy you put out into the universe 😔😔

sxhsgvdgvsdchsdv but fine,,,,,,,,,,, i'm writing a little drabble just for u anon

edit: i was halfway through writing the first version of this and it got deleted so just know this is fuelled by SO MUCH ANGER right now

blake and yang find a... very interesting shop in vacuo and take full advantage of its wares:

Vacuo was different, that was the Yang's immediate thought when the group first made it to Shade. It was unlike any other continent she had seen; there were less rules here, less expectations, less concern for the decorum and appropriateness that had plagued them in Atlas. People were more open and free here and she understood why Sun spoke so highly of it back at Beacon. So yeah, different, but not bad, and maybe better than anywhere else Yang had seen so far.

Then again, that might have something to do with the dark haired woman to her left, currently searching through a clothing rack for a more weather appropriate pair of pants.

The island had been terrifying for all of them. Monsters, beasts, Neo, had snapped at their heels the entire time they were there. More than once, they found themselves facing down the very death they had miraculously avoided when they all fell off those narrow pathways. No one was sure if they'd make it out, and it took a toll on them all.

And yet, in the midst of the monstrous, beast-filled, Neo-ness of it all, Blake and Yang managed to find their way to each other. The island was terrifying, sure, but it had also given Yang so much at the same time. She now knew the taste of Blake's lips, the feel of her soft skin against Yang's hands, the sound of her quiet moans as Yang's fingers worked patiently inside of her.

Biting the inside of her cheek to break herself out of thoughts she most definitely should not be having in the middle of a clothing store, Yang settled her palm at the small of Blake's back, leaning in close.

"You almost done?" she whispered, her lips glancing against Blake's ear with every word. "I was thinking we could head back to the room, relax for the night."

Yang felt more than saw Blake's smirk, cheek pressed against hers in an attempt to feel every inch of her she could.

"Relax, huh?" Blake teased. "I was actually planning on getting some exercise in. A little cardio, if you're interested in helping out with that."

Nipping at Blake's ear, Yang sent her away and towards the storefront with a swat on her ass. Blake paid quickly, tossing some lien onto the counter without waiting for her change and pulling Yang out the door.

They walked through the main square quickly, tracing the increasingly familiar path back towards Shade in their haste and excitement. Yang found it hard to focus on much aside from Blake's swaying hips just a few steps ahead of her, but a brightly lit storefront suddenly caught her eye.

Yang came to a stop, reaching out and catching Blake's hand in her metal one before she could lose her in the crowd; The White Rabbit, the sign read, illuminated in neon reds and yellows. Yang studied the shop, chewing on the end of her nail as she peered through the window. It was covered by dark red velvet, hiding what was inside and making Yang want to find out.

"Yang, what are you doing?" Blake asked, squeezing her hand a couple of times to get her attention.

"Nothing, I just... I think Coco was telling me about this place. She didn't tell me what it was though, just that you and I might like it. I kinda wanna check it out."

"Yang, have you forgotten what we were all but running to go do just a minute ago?"

Yang sighed, weighing her options and somehow deciding on the one that wouldn't be getting her laid within the next half hour. "Yeah I know, but we still have plenty of time. Come on, just a quick stop. I promise I'll make it worth your while."

Looking up to the sky for a moment - probably wondering what gods had cursed her with such an infuriating girlfriend - Blake relented, letting Yang tug through the dark oak door and into the shop.

Stepping into the dimly lit space, it took Yang a moment to figure out where they were. Her first thought was that it was another clothing shop, with bras and panties and some very revealing nightwear lining the front of the store. Just as Yang turned to study the walls, she heard Blake let out a gasp and dropped her hand.

"Yang, are you kidding me? This is a sex shop!"

Feeling her face flush scarlet, Yang realized exactly what sinister trap Coco had joyfully let her walk into. Yang tried desperately to settle her eyes on something that would bring her temperature down, but it seemed that every place she looked was designed specifically to make her crave the sweet release of death.

There were things she had never seen before, in all shapes, sizes, and colours, and she didn't know where she would start even if she was familiar with... these kinds of wares.

"Blake," she started. "Nothing you can say to me in this moment will be any more torture than what I'm feeling myself. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be in the corner beating myself to death with my own arm."

Turning to finally make eye contact with her girlfriend, who she had pretending was invisible up to this moment, she found her a few paces away, studying a small bottle on a shelf.

Yang gaped. "Blake! You're browsing? Here?"

Turning to look over her shoulder, Blake bit her lip, any previous reservations she might have had completely gone, it seemed. "I mean, if we're here, and our earlier plans still stand, we might as well make the most out of an interesting situation. Look, they have flavoured lube!"

"Okay, first of all, I don't need any help getting you wet. Second, cherry is a horrible flavour. And third, you do realize Coco will never let us live this down right?"

"Relax, I wasn't buying it. And, respectfully, fuck Coco. If she wants to play ball like this, we're gonna make sure she hears it. Her room is connected to ours, isn't it?"

Running her hands over her face, Yang studied her girlfriend in disbelief. Blake was many things, but predictable was not one of them.

"Alright, fine." she said, slinging an arm over Blake's shoulder. "Lead the way, you."

Together, they walked further into the shop, waving off the clerk when she asked if they needed any help. They studied the walls, which boasted about every sex toy one could imagine. She was overwhelmed, if she was being honest, unsure where to start and not wanting to make the wrong decision for their first purchase as a couple.

Just as Yang was ready to give up and head home, make use of the hands and mouth that hadn't failed her yet, she heard Blake let out a gentle "oh!" from the next aisle over. Turning the corner, she found the dark haired girl holding a medium sized box in her hands. Yang stepped closer, hooking her chin over Blake's shoulder and peering at the words scrawled across the white surface.

Realfeel Dildo with Authentic Leather Harness, the label read. Yang's eyes widened with every word hands tightening against Blake's hips.

Finding her voice, Yang swallowed before beginning to speak. "Do you- is this the one?" Not trusting herself to say anything further, she looked to Blake for an answer.

"Yeah, I do." Blake replied, turning in Yang's grip so they were face to face. "It's... it's a strap on, but it's some new technology that'll let you feel everything that, um, that it feels."

"Oh, it'll let me feel everything? And why do you assume I'll be the one wearing it?"

"You've got the core strength for it. And you called me a pillow princess once so I'm cashing in on that, you bitch."

Laughing quietly, Yang leaned in and caught Blake's lips in a gentle kiss. They drank each other in for a few moments, box held between them as their lips moved together, not in any of the rush they were in earlier.

Pulling away from each other - it could have been seconds, minutes, hours, longer even - they shared a smile.

"Then let's get it," Yang said, taking the box from Blake. "I can't wait to fuck up Coco's night with this one."

[uniqorrn]

Bellamy Blake x Reader

Location: The Dropship

Summary: After leaving the camp with Clarke, Jasper, Octavia, Monty, and Fin in attempt at getting to the mountains you make the mistake of following Octavia into the fresh water you find along the way. After Octavia is attacked by a creature in the water she is saved by Jasper. You all think you're safe but, the creature comes back for more and takes you this time instead, leaving you injured when the group finally saves you. However, Bellamy isn't too happy to see that both his sister and his girlfriend come back to camp wounded.

Warnings: ⚠️ language, kind of a make-out session/a little smutty, blood, being attacked by a creature, injuries, mentions of drowning/drowning like scenes, overprotective! and jealous! Bellamy(but hey who doesn't like that 😉)

Pairing(s): Bellamy Blake x Reader some Fin x Reader if you squint.

Words: 2,292

A/n: For this imagine the story has been altered a little bit. And I apologize if somethings wrong with the scene, I just started watching the 100 so I apologize in advance if i anything seems off or wrong.

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Your POV:

"Are you sure we're going the right way, Clarke?" You groaned out as you stepped over yet another large tree root. You had been walking for hours and your body was tired. All you wanted was to sit down and rest for just a minute.

"Yes, I'm sure." She paused, taking in a deep breath as she looked around at the woods. "I at least think we are."

"Maybe we should go back to ca-"

"Hey, guys! Check this out!" You were interrupted by a sudden shout, turning your head in the direction of the shout you sped up your pace until you moved into a run. Your e/c eyes widened at the sight, allowing them to dance across the crystal still water that laid in front of you.  A wide grin tugged at your lips as you turned to look at Octavia, giving her that same mischievous smirk that she was giving you.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" She laughed, her eyes darting back out to the still water.

"Hell yeah!" You shouted, pumping your fist into the air before starting to take off your jeans as you watched Octavia begin to break the still water, creating ripples the further she walked in.

"Man, I love earth" you heard Jasper mumble behind you. You rolled your eyes at his comment knowing he was watching you and Octavia strip of your clothes. With that same smirk you followed Octavia into the water, sighing at the cold sensation that wrapped around your body the deeper you went. However, you only made it waist deep in the water when the group behind you began shouting.

"Get out of the water!"

"Get out of the water now you guys!" Your eyes widened at the way the water moved. Fast ripples and waves moved towards you and Octavia at a lightning fast speed. You turned on your feet and moved out of the water as fast as you could, slipping and sliding on the wet rocks beneath your feet as the water restricted your movements. The rest of the group were up on the rocks, shouting and reaching their hands out towards you and Octavia. You managed to get closer to the rocks to grab Fins hand, who pulled you out of the water and onto land unharmed. Without a minute of rest you turned around quickly, screaming out your bestfriends name in fear.

"Octavia!" You cried, letting go of Fins arm as you fell to the ground near the edge of the rock you were standing on. Your eyes landed on Octavia just as the creature took her under the water, your eyes glazing over with tears instantly.

"Octavia! No!" You continued to cry out for her, your eyes searching the deep river for any signs of her. Just as soon as everyone thought she was gone, she broke the surface again and dragged around in circles, screaming for help.

"Quick! Help me distract it. Maybe it will let her go." Clarke shouted, pushing a large boulder into the water with the help of Fin. Just as she thought, the creature let go of Octavia and rushed to the splash that was created by the giant rock. Jasper ran to the waters surface, jumping in and pulling her out of the water and onto land safely.

"Octavia! Your leg." Clarke mumbled, pointing to the smaller wound on her upper thigh. I stayed sitting on the cold wet rock, watching the group from a distance as they checked on her wound. I was too busy focusing on slowing my breathing that I didn't notice the creature was coming back until something grabbed my ankle. A sharp, loud scream left my throat as I was dragged back into the freezing cold water. As I went under, I inhaled some of the river water, coughing it back up and gasping for air as I surfaced.

"Y/n!" The group shouted, rushing to the edge of the rock.

"Y/n! Hold on! Quick, Somebody help her!" I could hear Octavia's terrified shouts from the shore as the creature dragged me around the water. However, everyone was frozen In place and too shocked to do anything. Another sharp scream left my throat as sharp teeth sank into my waist and left arm, blood staining the water red as it leaked from my body and into the river.

"S-Somebody... h-help me!" I coughed out, reaching my right hand out of the water as if someone would grab it and help pull me out. By this time I had inhaled too much water and was becoming dizzy from the lack of oxygen. As spots started clouding my vision everything stopped, the creature released me from its hold and suddenly I was floating, kicking myself up above the waters surface to try and inhale what oxygen I could. My body grew tired the more I kicked, pain shooting up my left side with each thrust as i kicked myself closer to the shore. My head started to go under again, my breathing turning into desperate gasps.

"It's alright, I got you now." Fins hands wrapped around my arm, pulling me out of the water and back onto the shore. He pressed me against his chest as I coughed up more water onto the rocks, groaning at the pain that throbbed on my left side. He gently put me down on the ground, rolling me onto my side to let the water fall from my mouth.

"Oh god.. Y/n! Are you okay?!" Octavia shouted, her eyes glossing over as she looked at the deep gash on my waist.

"I-I'm alright..-" I paused to cough, wincing at the pain in my side. "I think anyway" I forced out a laugh, soon followed by another short coughing fit.

"Let's get you two back to camp, those injuries are bad." Clarke said, the others all nodding in agreement as they crowded around me.

"Wait you guys.." Jaspers eyes widened, his lip quivering slightly. It's like he was frozen with fear, even greater fear than what we just went through.

"What Jasper? We don't have time to wait." Clarke lectured, per usual for her. There was a rather long pause as we all waited for Jasper to speak up again. And when he finally did the groups eyes widened in fear, swallowing the lumps in their throats as he uttered those five words.

"Bellamy's going to kill us."

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"Someone get me some medical supplies!" Clarke shouted as we made it into the clearing of the camp. All eye turned to look at us, hushed gasps and whispered filling the clearing as Jasper helped Octavia sit down on a log and while Fin placed me on the floor next to her, helping me lean back against the log for support. Bellamy and Murphy were in the back of the large crowd that had gathered around. They shared a look, Bellamy's jaw flexing as he pushed forward through the crowd, Murphy following quickly behind.

"What the hell happened here?" That voice. That stern, deep, husky voice you knew all to well sounded above all the commotion. You raised your head slightly, giving Bellamy a tired smile as Fin adjusted you once more for Clarke to be able to work her magic. Murphy stood next to Bellamy, the two giving each other a worried yet curious stare as their eyes landed on my wounds.

"Ow! Clarke that stings!" I hissed out, jerking backward slightly as she applied some ointment to the wound. Bellamy walked up to Octavia first, sending Fin and Clarke a glare as they ignored his protests and questions. But, I didn't fail to see that stern glare he sent their way as he squatted down next to his sister. He was always overprotective of me and his sister but, when it came to me it was a whole new level of overprotective. I was used to it by now but, it still sent butterflies to my stomach knowing he still felt and acted the same way as when we first met.

"I'm sorry, Y/n. But, we need to clean the wound, it could get infected." You could hear Bellamy and Octavia mumbling at the other end of the log. Bellamy's jaw tightened in anger and worry the more he heard your painful moans. He hated seeing you hurt in anyway so, you can imagine the shock he had when he saw you entering the camp with a bloody gash on your waist and a rather large scratch on your left arm. He wasn't there to protect you and that pissed him off even more. After Clarke was done she and Fin walked over to Octavia, leaving you alone for only a few seconds before Bellamy was right at your side.

"Are you crazy? You could've gotten yourself killed Y/n!" He mumbled, placing a hand on your shoulder as he used the other one to lean on, giving himself some support.

"I'm fine, Bellamy. Fin pulled me out of-"

"Fin?! Why is it always about Fin nowadays!" He whisper-yelled, his face turning red in anger and jealousy.

"Bellamy calm down! I'm alive thanks to him-"

"I'm not going to calm down Y/n! You could have died! don't you get it? you could have died out there and I wouldn't know. I don't like that he touched you.. I don't like that he was the one that pulled you out of the water. I don't like that he's the one who brought you back to camp wrapped up in his arms as if he was your boyfriend-" I cut off his jealous rant with a kiss, pressing my lips onto his in a heated kiss. His breathing slowed down and his muscles began to relax as our lips moved in sync. After a minute we broke away for air, resting our foreheads against each others. He moved his lips down to my neck to place rough yet sweet kisses there, earning a gasp out of me. He placed feather light kisses the rest of the way down, stopping at my exposed shoulder -as I was wearing a tank top- to place small, light, loving kisses there. A small groan left my lips at his light touch which caused him to smirk against my skin. He knew exactly what he was doing and only made his ego bigger.

"Bell.. Not here. Not in front of everyone." I mumbled, pushing his head up so he could look me in the eyes again.

"Why not? Everyone should know that you belong to me." He smirked, tucking his hand underneath my legs as the other wrapped around my lower back, careful not to touch the wound on my hip. He stood up with me in his arms-bridal style- as he started walking to his tent. Giving Fin a sharp glare and a smirk as he passed him before entering me and his shared tent. He gently set me on the cot, giving me another hot kiss on my lips. He placed his hands on either side of me to support himself as he hovered over me. His black curly hair fell over his face as he planted his lips back on my neck, kissing and sucking till a sharp gasp left my throat once again. He abused that spot for a moment, smirking against my skin as our breathing became heavier and our bodies became hotter.

"You're lucky you're injured right now or else I wouldn't be holding back." His hot breath hit against my skin as he spoke, making another quiet moan leave my throat.

"Oh really?" I smirked, placing a firm kiss on his toned jawline. He took in a sharp breath, falling to lay beside me on the cot. His signature smirk was plastered on his face as he made himself comfortable next to me, his hand running down the thigh that wasn't injured.

"Now you've got me all hot and bothered, babe." I grumbled, scooting down so I could lay my head on his bicep, giving him a small kiss on the cheek before I snuggled into his chest.

"You could say it's payback for almost dying on me."

"Well, you'll just have to punish me when I'm better don't you think?" I questioned. I already knew what his answer would be but, I enjoyed the teasing.

"Oh you know it babygirl." He smirked, looking down at me with those dark, brooding eyes. oh boy were you in for a treat once your wound healed.

[blackrose343]

Something Different

Warnings: None

Devil May Cry - Vergil x GN! Reader

Fanfic Summary: Everyday has been feeling the same. So you decided to do something different tonight: play Scrabble.

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I started to play Scrabble recently with my boyfriend and family. While playing, I thought this would be a cute date night idea with Vergil.

Note: If I remember correctly, I think today’s Scrabble game comes in a red box. The Scrabble game in this fanfic is based on the one I have. It’s an old deluxe version with a lazy Susan built into it. (That came in a blue box.)

Barely audible classical music greeted you from your hard day at work. As always you found Vergil on the couch reading his book. Without looking up, Vergil motioned for you to join him. Eagerly, you made your way to the couch. Vergil lifted his arm so you could cuddle with him. You plopped on the couch, gave him a kiss, then rested your head on his shoulder. Once you were settled, Vergil read to you.

Vergil’s calming voice was always welcomed but you wished he would read something else once in a while. He read this book so many times, he could recite the whole thing from memory. You never said anything because you understood the importance of the book. It was just that it was becoming a bit too...boring? No, you always enjoyed listening to poems by William Blake. You just wanted to listen to something different once in a while.

Now that you were thinking about it, you started to realize your life was currently on repeat. Wake up, go to work, spend the evening with Vergil, and go to bed. Each evening with Vergil was the same: dinner, then cuddle on the couch. There were occasional date nights here and there. Just not often enough for your liking. Maybe you needed more of those. Or just something different to do.

What else is there to do that both of you would enjoy? TV? No, Vergil wasn't too fond of it. Take a walk? Not now, it was pouring. Play a game? Maybe...Does Vergil know how to play any? You had an inkling Vergil might not be too familiar with videogames. He was still getting used to technology with Nero's and Nico's help. The only other option was board games or playing cards.

You tapped Vergil indicating you needed to get up. You headed straight for your junk drawer in the kitchen. Your search for playing cards interfered with the music playing and Vergil’s reading. You tried your best to be as quiet as possible. The rustling of items ruined your attempt to do so. After taking your arm out empty handed, you darted to the bedroom. Vergil looked at you quizzically, wondering what you were up to.

After searching your nightstand, you gave up looking for the playing cards. You opened your closet, eyeing all your board games. Most games you had would be fun with 3 or more people. Some you weren't sure if Vergil would be interested in (or understand).

You rearranged your games to get a better view of the ones in the back. Little dust clouds attacked your face. You waved your hand back and forth during a coughing fit. Near the end, Vergil entered the room to see if you were okay. “Dear, are you-”

"THERE IT IS!" You handed Vergil the dark blue box. You used your sleeve to wipe the light layer of dust off. You took the box from Vergil, then headed to the dining table. Vergil’s curiosity led him to follow you without thinking.

"Scrabble" being revealed brought a nostalgic smile to your face. You used to play this with your grandparents during your teens. Your intention was to improve your spelling. Although you soon figured out some interesting words that you would have never guessed existed. Some of the words were challenged. If the challenged word was in the Scrabble dictionary, all of you would laugh at some of the definitions.

You haven’t played for quite some time. You rarely had time. Work dominated your life. Most of the free time you had, you wanted to lie down and relax. When you did find time to play, not many people you knew wanted to. (Or weren’t much of an opponent.)

"Want to play Scrabble?" Your nostalgic smile turned into a sheepish one. You silently hoped Vergil would at least be willing to play one round. You believed he would be a challenge and enjoy the game.

A tiny smile crept across Vergil. He gave you a light peck on the forehead, then took a seat. "Of course."

"Do you know how to play?" Vergil nodded while taking the board out of the box. You were a bit shocked yet should have known he would know how to play. What you didn't know was that he has been playing this game on the smartphone Nero got him. Vergil would never brag but he wouldn't deny he was pretty good at Scrabble.

You shook the bag before taking a lettered tile out of the bag. You showed Vergil your letter, then placed the bag in front of him. "I got 'E'. You pick one."

"J." Both of you placed your tiles back into the bag. You shook it once more then both of you got 7 tiles each. Vergil turned the board to you as you rearranged your letters to come up with a word. You lightly chewed your cheek. You didn't have the worst letter combination. But it could be better. You could come up with something but it wasn't going to get you many points. Eh, nothing to worry about too much right now since it was the first turn. You placed your word on the board then let Vergil take his turn.

Vergil proved to be a bigger challenge than you anticipated. (Or maybe your skills for this game declined.) Throughout the game you attempted to get control of the board. You meticulously placed your tiles to prevent Vergil from using multiple point spaces. While at the same time trying to keep them open for yourself.

Somehow Vergil was able to get points from words you would never have thought of playing. Some of the words you challenged but they were in the Scrabble dictionary. To mess with him a bit, you asked him to pronounce some of the words. Of course his pronunciation was perfect. Your attempts made Vergil laugh. You threw some potato chips at him in retaliation.

Laughter soon changed to stubborn silence. Both of you became determined to beat the other. Vergil tried to claim the triple word space, along with all the additional letter points. You knew you wouldn't get all of them so you continued to prevent him from doing so. You managed to prevent him from using the triple word on the left side of the board by playing "jeer". The "J" was placed on the triple letter score, making the word's total 33 points.

Vergil's brow furrowed when he watched you play "jeer". You didn’t make the board any better for him. He drew the ‘Q’ after his last turn. He didn't have a "U" and there were no free ones on the board. To top it, he suspected “jeer” put you further into the lead. Vergil’s situation was not looking too good. Especially since the game was at its end.

Vergil couldn't trade letters because you just took the last of them. He knew you wouldn’t trade any with him. Skipping his turn was not an option. You only had 2 tiles left. He was not going to let you run out of tiles before him. Vergil leaned back into his chair as he continued thinking of what to do.

Knowing Vergil was struggling with the "Q" brought a smile to your face. You believed Vergil was trying his best to hide his frustration. Too bad it was obvious.

Vergil's eyes narrowed when he heard you chuckle with amusement. Instantly you covered your mouth since you couldn't stop yourself. Vergil's eyes softened when he saw you were enjoying yourself.

You saw an open "I" on the board. Vergil could play "Qi" for 11 points. You wondered why he didn’t do it. Maybe he didn’t think it was a word? "Take your time. I know you're trying to get rid of the 'Q'."

“Hmm…” It felt like minutes since it became Vergil’s turn. He was at his wits end. To not keep you waiting any longer, he settled for playing “tap”.

"You sure? You know after my turn, I win?"

"I do." After you played your last word, Vergil totaled the scores. A victorious smile spread across your face when you saw the scores. You beat Vergil by 5 points. You excitedly kissed Vergil from across the table. “Next time, I will win.”

[rwbylovediaries]

Blake x Ilia because there’s not enough calico smexy uwu

Ilia had so many reasons why she preferred to keep things slow, and the biggest of them right now was the feeling of Blake's breath on the back of her neck. It was these small things that reminded her of just how lucky she was.

"Is that okay, Ilia?" Blake whispered to her, and Ilia's whole body shook from the feeling of her voice in her ear. Ilia moaned softly in approval. Blake's hand had found its way beneath her shorts, a single finger slowly pleasuring her, not fast enough to lead her to climax, but enough to help her relax, to make her moan and squirm in Blake's arms. They were on their sides, spooning moments before, but Blake's hand had wandered, and Ilia was more than welcoming to it as Blake tugged her shirt up, ran her fingertips along her skin, found their way to her chest. Blake had whispered to her every step of the way, asking how she felt, if she could go further, and every word set Ilia's nerves on end, energizing her whole body and relaxing her all at once. Ilia loved every moment of it, knowing Blake wanted her, knowing she wanted to make her feel good.

"Do you want to cum, Ilia?" Blake whispered to her, her hand moving slightly lower.

Ilia thought about it. She knew what Blake was capable of, the things she could make her feel. But Ilia loved this moment, so warm and close to her lover, calm enough so every slight movement and sound made her long for this to last forever. She shook her head. "No, please keep doing this...please..."

Blake nodded and kissed her ear, making her shiver. "Okay."

Ilia bit her lip, leaning her head back a bit. "Kiss my ear more..."

Blake obliged right away, her lips gently closing around her ear, every tiny sound setting off bursts of pleasure deep within her. Ilia squeezed her pillow with her arm, making a halfhearted attempt at muffling herself.

"No," Blake whispered, making Ilia freeze. "I want to hear you."

Ilia moaned, turning her face away from her pillow. Blake continued to gently massage her just above her clit, every few seconds gracing her sensitive bud, causing muscles to twitch and her back to arch slightly. It was a constant, comfortable pleasure, one that kept Ilia's eyes eased shut, and her mouth slightly open to let out her soft replies to everything Blake did. Blake began to not just kiss her ear, but ran her tongue along it's edge, leaving cool trails on her skin and causing goosebumps to break out down her side. Ilia whined, her hips rolling back, and Blake pressed hers forward in response. "I love you, Ilia," Blake whispered again. "You're so beautiful. I love you so much."

"I...love you too..." Ilia huffed, feeling her heart swell from Blake's words. "Blake..."

"I'm not going to let go of you once tonight," Blake promised. "You'll fall asleep in my arms, and you'll wake up in my arms."

"Please..."

"I'm going to keep you safe."

Ilia bit her lip, a lump forming in her throat. "I love you."

"I love you, Ilia," Blake whispered back, leaning up enough to lay a light kiss over Ilia's closed eye. "Ready for me to slow down and let you sleep?"

Ilia nodded, and Blake's movements gradually slowed, until her hand was still, but remained under Ilia's shorts. She slowly began to draw it away, but Ilia moved to stop her, holding her wrist. "Keep it there," she whispered. "Hold me there."

Blake nodded and moved her hand back down, remaining outside her folds, but still holding her as Ilia requested. "Like this?"

"Yeah," Ilia whispered. "It...feels comforting, feeling your hand down there."

Blake chuckled softly and kissed her cheek, just under her ear. "So cute."

Ilia smiled, nuzzling into her pillow. "You make me feel so loved."

"Then I've succeeded," Blake said, trailing kisses down from Ilia's ear to the back of her neck, before settling her head on the pillow as well, her nose to Ilia's hair.

"Do I make you feel loved?" Ilia asked.

"Everyday."

Ilia smiled. "Good."

Blake snickered and kissed her head one more time. "Good night, Ilia."

Ilia took a slow breath and let it out, then smiled. "Good night, Blake."

"Sweet dreams."

"Who needs dreams when I have you?"