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[themirokai]

After all the lead up... it's here! Three years after posting the last story in my Mystrade spy series, His Professional Capacity, I'm back with a new installment.

The Bell Bird - Chapter 1

When a known assassin comes to London, Mycroft brings Greg along for some spying.

Tags: Assassins, Spies, Mycroft's job, BAMF Mycroft Holmes, Mycroft's work kids, Mycroft is a softie

2,744 words

If you just want to know the basics of the world and the characters before jumping in to this story, I recommend reading Protégé. If you want to get all the references, start with What He Does and read through the series from there. Each post has the next one linked at the bottom, or you can read them all on AO3.

The first chapter contains spoilers for the Count of Monte Cristo. If you haven't read that and plan to, I recommend skipping from where the characters start talking about it to the section break.

This story is completely written and is just being edited at this point. I anticipate posting a new chapter every Sunday, but we'll see.

Read it below or on AO3.

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“I’ll see you for lunch.” The words were murmured against Greg’s cheek, followed by a soft kiss. Greg woke just enough to grunt an “Uh-huh” in response before sinking back into his pre-dawn sleep. 

“Hey, boss!” Sally called from the other side of the crime scene they were studying. Greg looked up at her, and she jutted her chin towards the street. “That’s for you, innit?” 

Greg followed her gaze to the sleek black sedan waiting by the kerb. He swore. It wasn’t that he had forgotten that he had agreed to meet Mycroft at his office for lunch, he had just lost track of the time. “Sally, is there any way you could—” 

“Yeah, boss.” She grinned. “I’ve got it. Just try not to look too dishevelled when you come back, alright?” 

Greg rolled his eyes. It had been one time in the early days when he and Mycroft could hardly keep their hands off each other, that he had pulled himself out of a black sedan looking slightly worse for wear. They had been through a lot since then: a hostage situation, the following recovery, an assassination attempt—and, of course, they had now lived together for well over a year. But Sally was covering for him, so he took the teasing without protesting that his days of acting like a horny teenager were behind him. 

“Thanks, Sarge!” he called as he stood and dusted a few stray blades of grass off the knees of his trousers, then trotted over to the car. He opened the front passenger door and smiled at the driver. “Hey, Lucy.” 

“Hey yourself,” Lucy replied, unable to suppress her grin even though she was annoyed. “Get in. You’re late. You could have let me know you wouldn’t be at the Met.” 

Lucy Simmons and Mycroft had been junior agents together at the beginning of their careers. But just as Mycroft’s star was starting to rise, there had been an accident. Mycroft hadn’t given Greg details except to say that an innocent person had died as a result of Lucy’s actions. Reading between the lines of what Mycroft had felt he could say, Greg concluded that the incident had broken Lucy’s spirit and she had left the Service.

Later, when Mycroft needed a driver, he had found Lucy and asked her to come work for him. He had told her that he wanted someone who had intelligence experience and the proper security clearance, but didn’t have ambitions within the Service. Greg privately suspected that Mycroft had also wanted to make sure Lucy had a stable job with a good paycheck. 

“Sorry,” Greg winced. “New murder.” He pulled out his mobile to text Mycroft. Running late, in car now. Very distracting murder, sorry. Still good for lunch? 

“No novel?” Greg asked Lucy, looking around for the paperback she kept on hand for the times between driving Mycroft places. Greg liked Lucy a lot, but she was tight-lipped about anything personal, so books always fuelled their conversation when it was just the two of them in the car. 

Lucy sighed and touched the tight bun in her greying hair. “Glove box. Don’t poke fun.” 

Greg’s mobile pinged with Mycroft’s reply. I would still like you to come, but we will be a bit more rushed than I had intended.

Greg sighed as he texted back. Sorry. Love you.

“You reading a bodice-ripper?” Greg put his mobile away and opened the glove box to pull out a thick tome. “Count of Monte Cristo? Again, Lucy? How many times have you read this book?” 

“I said not to poke fun!” 

“I’m not poking fun. I am asking how many times you’ve read it.” He waved the book at her.

“It is the perfect book!” she said defensively. “It has pirates and buried treasure and star-crossed lovers and fighting and poison and wildly complicated revenge plots!”

“And all of the female characters are ridiculous one-dimensional parodies,” Greg said, depositing the book back in the glove box. 

“Ok, Mr. Enlightened Feminist, most of the male characters are that too.”

“And a child gets murdered and the accessory to murder completely gets away with it!”

“Listen, copper, it was a bratty child and an accident, and the accessory felt bad.”

“Yeah, he felt bad as he went off to live his life of luxury with his child bride who literally saw him as a father figure!” 

“There are well over a thousand pages of good stuff before that slightly questionable ending.”

“Uh huh. And how many times have you read those thousand pages of good stuff?”

“A few,” she admitted. “But I average two books a week, the vast majority of which are new to me, so I can have some literary comfort food sometimes.”

“Alright, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t tease. Oh! I started reading this new space opera a few days ago; it’s incredible.”  

Greg exited the lift to Anthea’s slightly disapproving gaze. “They’re waiting for you,” she said by way of greeting. 

“They?” Greg frowned and she waved him into the office. 

“Sir, there’s no reason to do it this way!” The thick Scottish accent met Greg’s ears the moment he opened the sound-proofed door. 

“The reason to do it this way, Mr. Romer, is that I say we are doing it this way, and that is sufficient.” Mycroft’s tone was calm and definitive. 

Greg entered to see Mycroft seated behind his large mahogany desk with Agent Peter Romer pacing in front and Agent Fatima Ahmad lounging in one of the chairs. Romer’s hair was short and blonde, a look Greg hadn’t seen on him before, but it worked, particularly with the slim-fit light grey suit the young agent was sporting.

Greg assumed that Ahmad had clothing other than jeans and a leather jacket, but he had yet to see it. She leaned her head against the back of the chair, letting her long black braid hang down behind, the picture of languid grace. 

They all looked up as Greg stepped into the room. 

“Oh good,” Romer said, smirking. “Silver Fox made it after all.” 

Mycroft’s smile was warm but a little strained. “Gregory. I had hoped we would have time to eat before Romer and Ahmad got here, but—” 

Greg grimaced as he crossed the plush carpet. “Yeah, sorry, love. Got sidetracked by a new murder.” Greg quickly decided that he didn’t mind kissing Mycroft in front of the others. After all, they had both worked Mycroft’s security detail: it was nothing they hadn’t seen before. Still, he settled for a chaste kiss on the cheek before taking the chair beside Ahmad’s. “So, is this a group lunch?”

“No, Gregory,” Mycroft said, “we need to speak with you about a professional matter.”

 “Oh, no,” Greg groaned. “My latest vic was a spy?”

“No, no. Nothing to do with any of your cases. One of Ahmad’s assignments actually.” 

Greg looked at the woman with interest as she pulled herself up in her chair. 

“There is a very skilled assassin whom I have tracked for a number of years called the Bell Bird,” Ahmad said, cracking her knuckles. “She works for hire and is not affiliated with any government or organisation as far as I’ve been able to tell. She’s American, and her cover is that she is an opera singer.”

“It’s not just a cover,” Mycroft interjected. “She’s a virtuosic soprano. A sought-after recitalist who has recorded several albums that have sold very well.”

“Her career as a singer, legitimate though it may be,” Ahmad acknowledged, “has provided cover for her extralegal activities. She has a performance in a city, and while she’s there someone turns up dead. It’s never anyone who has a link to her, but we believe that she sometimes makes contact with her clients at her performances. I’ve been able to link her to ten murders in the five years I’ve been tracking her.” 

Greg’s jaw dropped. “Ten murders? And you haven’t brought her in?” 

“She has never worked in the United Kingdom,” Mycroft said. “And her activities have not… conflicted with our interests to this point.” 

“Yeah, but ten murders is ten murders!” 

“We are not international police, Gregory. I could no more arrest her for a murder that happened in Paris or Singapore than you could.” 

“Then why follow her?” 

“Because we want to know what someone like that is up to,” Romer put in from where he leaned against the desk, hands in the pockets of his trousers. 

“And because by following her, we now know that she is coming to the United Kingdom,” Mycroft said. “To London, in fact.” 

Greg’s eyes widened. “Why now?” 

“We don’t know, but we intend to find out.” Mycroft leaned forward over his desk. 

Greg looked between the three of them. “Are… you planning to have me investigate the murder she does here?” 

Romer snorted. “That’s a more reasonable guess than the actual plan.” 

“We don’t actually know if she’s planning a murder here.” Mycroft’s glare removed the smirk from Romer’s face. “The fact that she’s never worked here, despite being a native speaker of the language – well, the American version of the language – is notable. She does have singing engagements that seem to be unconnected to her murder-for-hire work, and it is entirely possible that she is coming for one of those.” 

The looks on Ahmad’s and Romer’s faces clearly showed what they thought of that possibility. 

“Next week she will be performing at an invite-only fundraiser for the arts education charity I support, and I have received an invitation,” Mycroft continued. “I shall be attending, and I would like you to accompany me, Gregory.” 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. You want to go hear a murderer sing? Isn’t that what you have this lot for?” Greg waved a hand at Romer and Ahmad. “And, I don’t know, all of your other field agents?” 

“Romer and Ahmad have both secured places on the catering staff for the event, and Wilkinson and Yang will at least be nearby as well,” Mycroft said, referring to the two agents who were currently on his security detail. “If the prospect alarms you, Gregory, I can attend alone—” 

“I’m not alarmed about me attending, Mycroft, I’m alarmed about you attending!” Greg turned to Romer. “How many people are trying to kill him?”

“More than you have clearance to know about,” the young man replied. 

“And you want to go cosy up to an international assassin?” Greg asked Mycroft.

“Don’t be dramatic, Gregory, there will be no ‘cosying up.’ I want to use an easy opportunity to see what the woman is up to, and who she meets there. By doing so, we may be able to prevent a murder. I was hoping that you would agree to join me to add your considerable observational skill to the operation, as well as to be on hand if something goes awry.” 

Romer jumped in before Greg could reply. “A role that – if you insist on attending – could easily be played by a trained field agent, sir.” 

“Yes, Romer,” Mycroft’s tone contained a hint of irritation, “but as we have discussed, I will be using no more than my standard cover for this event, as the invitation was issued to me. Gregory is my partner and I have no desire to complicate things by bringing another individual to an event we would be expected to attend as a couple.” 

“Sir, you were ‘married’ to Agent Forrester for a year in Bilbao,” Romer protested, doing the air quotes. 

Mycroft narrowed his eyes. “I’ve never talked to you about that operation. Are they teaching that in training now?” He sighed at Romer’s nod. “Christ, I feel old.” He shook his head. “Regardless, the fact that a female colleague and I posed as a married couple during an extended overseas operation a number of years ago has no bearing on this situation. Mycroft Holmes of the Department for Transport received an invitation to attend with a guest and I shall be attending. I fail to understand why you are trying to overcomplicate this, Romer.” 

“And I fail to understand why you two,” Greg levelled looks at Ahmad and Romer, “aren’t kicking up more of a fuss about him attending at all.” 

“She doesn’t kill at her performances,” Ahmad said simply. “It would ruin her excellent cover. It’s much more likely that she’s going to make contact with her client there. The odds are quite high that Mr. Holmes will be perfectly safe, and they only improve if you’re aware of the situation and are on your toes and maybe armed. Romer’s just being stroppy because he never got over the situation with the Russians, and Mr. Holmes sending him to the Continent for four months didn’t help like it was intended to.” 

“Oi!” Romer protested.  

Plus,” Ahmad ignored Romer and looked Mycroft right in the eye, “the boss has been behind that desk since Syria, and he gets tetchy when it’s been this long since his last op.” 

Mycroft rolled his eyes. “Get out, both of you. Romer, I want the revision of your Oslo report in an hour. Ahmad, I’m sure you have something to do that does not involve insubordination and antagonising your colleagues.” 

Both agents gave a “yes, sir,” before leaving. 

“Syria,” Greg said quietly, once the door had shut behind them. Mycroft’s face became immediately inscrutable. “You’ve never said where…” Greg trailed off, waited for some kind of reaction or response, but Mycroft just watched him in silence. It had been eighteen months since Mycroft had been taken hostage. Eighteen months since he had been beaten, choked, and forced to watch his team be hurt. They only talked about it in the most abstract terms, and usually only after Mycroft woke screaming from nightmares, when Greg would hold him and stroke his hair and his back until the shaking stopped. 

Greg cleared his throat. “Was she not supposed to say that? Is my clearance not high enough to know where you were?” 

It was a strange thing, seeing emotion return to his partner’s face. Fatigue, sadness, a little fear. “It is now,” Mycroft murmured, looking away from him, “since I had it raised last year. I can’t give you details but the location is permitted. I just…” 

Greg stood and rounded the desk, half perching beside Mycroft and cupping his cheek in his hand, turning his face up. “It’s alright, darling. We don’t need to talk about it.” Greg leaned down for a kiss, warm and gentle. 

When they broke apart Mycroft smiled up at him and squeezed his thigh. “Thank you, Gregory,” he whispered. 

Greg kissed his forehead again before sitting back with a slightly mischievous smile. “So you’ve been tetchy with the kids lately?” 

Mycroft snorted in surprised amusement, but then sighed. “I suppose I get a bit… nitpicky. When I haven’t been directly involved in an operation for a while.” He rubbed his forehead. “A slight tendency towards more criticism than is strictly necessary with my subordinates.”

“You? Nitpicky? I can’t even imagine!” Greg grinned. 

Mycroft shot him a slightly sour look. “Be that as it may, while it is certainly possible to do my job in a purely supervisory capacity, and that is how my predecessor did it, I believe a more hands-on approach leads to better results. And it keeps me from going mad.” 

Greg bit his lower lip and chuckled. “Alright, so to maintain your sanity and to keep your agents from finding other employment, we’re going to spy on an international assassin who is singing a charity concert?” 

Mycroft paused to consider for a moment. “That’s about the shape of it, yes.”  

“When’s this happening? Do I get any spy training first?” 

“The concert is next week and no, you don’t need any special training beyond your already considerable detective skills. As Ahmad said, we just want you to be aware of the situation and on your guard. The spying, as it were, is well in hand.” 

“So I’ll get to observe you in the field? One of the best?” 

Mycroft raised one eyebrow. “There is no ‘one of,’ Gregory.”

“Hah!” Greg laughed. “Not bothering with modesty today, darling?” 

Mycroft smirked. “There is little less attractive than false modesty, my love.” 

Greg snorted and shook his head. “Ridiculous how hot I find it when you’re being an arrogant twit.” He leaned in for another kiss, this one neither chaste nor gentle. 

~*~

Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed this, I appreciate if you let me know!

Chapter 2 is up now.

[ambrosiagoldfish]

Hi! Can I get an Arataki Itto x reader small Drabble? Maybe some stuff about Itto Bottoming? Thanks in Advance!

A/n: Hi! Thanks for requesting! I had fun writing this! Bottom Itto will forever have my heart. Also If anyone enjoys reading this, Feel free to send me a request! I love reading and writing for them! And If you enjoy reblog if you want😚

Tw: Slight(?) Dumbification, Slut calling (but only once at the end) and Small Dom/ Big Sub themes!

Reader can be read as any gender but is heavily implied/is AMAB!

OK SO

Itto would most definitely be against bottoming at first. He’d Make up a bunch of silly excuses as to why he couldn’t or he would change the subject.

“Me?! Bottom?! Hahahaha *cough* you actually think the ‘One and Oni’ can be topped. Please, I'm Always on top in ALL things I do Haha!”

“I'm scared?! What no! I uhh — Just think it makes sense for me to top cause’ I'm twice your size and all haha! Let’s go meet up with the gang, whaddya say?”

Oh, he’s most definitely scared. Though he isn't entirely lying about him being twice your size being a problem for him. He feels embarrassed that you want to fuck him when he literally towers over you And the fact his dick is the size of a fuckin baseball bat he thinks he should be fucking you

But after sitting him down and reassuring him that it won't be embarrassing and that if he doesn't like it he wouldn't have to do it again and you would immediately stop, he reluctantly agreed

“Alright fine, just make sure the gang doesn't know about it”

The first time he bottoms was slow and tedious, a majority of it spent preparing him to take you, he would let out a lot of noise, mostly just quiet moans or the occasional “C-cold!” But That all changes as soon as you find that, oh so special place. He starts moaning louder than you thought possible.

Finally, you guys do it, it was slow at first, it was his first time doing it after all, but eventually, you began picking up the pace. The way Itto panted as you fucked him made him look like a slobbering dog in heat, his once confidant voice now just as shaky as his legs are right now. And you have to admit, the sight wasn't the worst to be looking at and you were happy that you’d probably be seeing this sight more in the future.

And boy were you right, it was as if a switch had been flicked on in Itto’s brain. Suddenly you were tasked with the righteous honor of fucking the ‘One and Oni’ at least once a day (Itto would prefer more but he knows a human like you can't keep up with his Oni stamina. And this seems to be at truly the worst moments, before work, meet-ups, reservations, you name it.

One particular evening you had made plans for a romantic dinner date in a secluded place in Inazuma’s wilderness. And of course, Itto had the gall to not only be late but also be horny (Pun mostly unintended) So you decided to “help him out” and fuck him right on the tree by your dinner. If he wanted to fuck, you would fuck him.

“H-hey! Look, Baby, I'm sorry for being late but the gang and I were doing Beetle fights and-”

“I really do not want to hear it Itto, I spent all this time getting this dinner ready and you were late, not to mention the first thing you did was ask me to fuck you.”

You smacked his ass and kept up with your hard thrust, causing him to let out what sounded like a mix between a moan and a scream. His legs began to feel weak, he grabbed onto the tree. This is when you got a devious idea, you took both hands are firmly grabbed his horns, pulling him back to you slightly while continuing to pound his ass.

Every bit of this was too much for Itto, he cums the hardest he’s ever done, thick robes of white spew on the tree in front of him. His legs begin to give out, You however keep going, deciding that he hasn't finished his punishment yet, but you do move over to the blanket you placed for the dinner. You lay him down before muting him in a mating press-styled position,.Continuing the enduring assault on his ass.

“Pleeeaaase Too much! Too much!”

You looked down at him, and seeing the mess in front of you was breathtaking, Itto moaning, panting, drool escaping his mouth. You look down at his cock, forgotten, simply lazily bouncing with every thrust you do. Honestly, it's pretty funny how his big cock is useless right now. The sight furthered you with every thrust until finally…

“C-cumming Itto!”

All he could do was moan as your warm cum filled him up. It took you a second to get back to reality. But when you did, a pleasant sight awaited you..

Arataki ‘Numero Uno’ Itto, covered head to toe in his own cum, tears of joy flowing down his blissed-out face, and his tongue lolled out to the side of his mouth slurring the words

“I’m Sorry”

You give him a kiss before grabbing a blanket and pulling it over you two as you lay on his giant frame.

“You're forgiven, My slut Oni”

[p-perkeys]

29/30

The next update will be the last :') I feel a little bit sad about that. Pleeeaaase feel free to leave a comment and let me know what you think! My favorite thing is life is getting AO3 emails :3 Thanks for reading! <3

[allylikethecat]

it is friday (no it isnt actually but shhh) and i'm back in your ask box to scream about my horse boys once again, the best part of my days x also a warning literally none of this is in order (sorry 😞👎) or have any kind of Good punctuation so i will just be yelling at random and hoping to god it makes sense

OK SO. the partial regret from george when hes on the plane STOP IT im gonna die like. the impulsivity of buying a ticket On The Day and just doing it. he is IN LOVE and i am begging on my hands and knees for them to have a happy ending 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️ stop omg no the passport lady NO im gonna die he is so proud of his boyfriend and he loves him so much and i am Going to die. ALSO THIS SKSKKDKSMSJSJJS

God, he thought, he couldn’t wait to touch Matty again, to trace his tattoos and show him just how much he had missed him, how much he cared about him.

DONT TALK TO ME IM GONNA DIE. ALLY PLEEEAAASE LET HIM SHOW HIM HOW MUCH HE CARES PLEPSLSPLSL DONT MAKE MATTY LASH OUT actually no do what you want itll be a masterpiece either way. but pls let them be happy i'll pay u with a horse shaped cake of ur favourite flavour pslpslpslsllspspps. also george being so bitchy about the old lady bumping into him LMFAO this guy he's so in love that it's circled back around into Rage

He wasn’t going to leave Dirty Hit early or at all. He was going to come back home at the end of the summer and all was going to be perfect.

ally...... miss angst queen...... miss sad queen...... if u make this be a lie i WILL be dying..... pls no omg im literally obsessed like YES it IS going to be perfect!!!!!!!!!!

OKAY. i think. possibly. that that is it. id write 202993199274 words about every letter of every chapter, though, so maaaaybe not, but i'll stop here to free you from my unpunctuated screaming, enjoy ur day queen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AHHHH Oh my gosh this ask is FANTASTIC thank you SO MUCH for not only reading but taking the time to send it omg I always smile so much when I see your name in my inbox!

Now the big question is though: Is Fictional!George in LOVE or does Fictional!George like to be in control... and is he upset that Fictional!Matty is reacting / doing things he didn't account for or plan for...

And on that same thought does he like Fictional!Matty because of who he is as an individual... or the idea of him and what he represents for Fictional!George in the industry (and then also it helps he hot...)

LOL listen about the lady... he's full of a lot of emotions, he's rushing to try and win Fictional!Matty back and he's clearly injured and she just walked into him! So rude... (we all know Fictional!George can have a temper...)

ON THAT NOTE I am very happy with how this entire fic is shaping to wrap up and I hope that you enjoy it as well! I don't know if it's the ending that everyone is *hoping for* but I think it feels true to the characters I've written and I think it will give everyone the closure they're hoping for (hopefully...)

Thank you SO MUCH for reading and sending me this ask and just being all around wonderful! I hope you have the very BEST birthday and a wonderful weekend!

❤️Ally

P.S. It is very much Friday in my timezone still lol it's not even dark out yet!

[rwbyremnants]

CHAPTER WARNINGS: incest discussions, oral, anal, rimming, anal fingering, facial, and mushiness.

This is just a little bonus chapter of what went on in the private room once the MILFs left the club. (SPOILER: it's Ruby/Weiss and Blake/Yang)

NOW it's over. Thanks for reading up until this point! Really sorry it took me forever, I wanted to post this on Christmas but you know how it is… life gets in the way, so here it is, exactly a month after. I promise, this isn't the last you'll see of the Futopiaverse, I have more big plans for our girls. See you all around!

=Chapter BONUS

“Alright, alright! Let go of me already!”

Weiss Schnee felt as if she had been through enough for one evening. Though she had grown very, very fond of a certain Ruby Rose over the course of their training, that was before she had to deal with the reality of having been far too intimate with her own mother. Now was not the time for her shenanigans!

“Don’t be all grumpy!” Ruby called back as she finally stopped dragging Weiss along, now that they had reached one of the corners of the private room. The lights were low but not off, and the music was just loud enough to mask their sounds while allowing them to still hear each other. Ideal for what her fellow dancer was proposing, even if she had no intention of taking her up on that offer.

“I’m not ‘grumpy’! I just never consented to you messing around with my junk again, and you didn’t stop to ask!”

Frowning, Ruby rested her hands on her hips. “Come on, Weiss, don’t be that way. I’m not saying we have to hump or anything - just that I’ll use my hand or my mouth on you again. Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

“NO!” But when Ruby pouted, she rolled her eyes hard and added, “I’ve had enough for one day, thank you very much! All I want is for this stupid penis to sit down so I can go get changed and go home!”

“And that’s why I’m offering! Like, maybe all it needs is one more spin and it’ll behave itself, y’know? And if it doesn’t work… well, maybe we should take you to the hospital, but at least we tried!”

As annoying as this was, and as much as Weiss hated that Ruby wasn’t really asking so much as trying to get her excited for this plan of hers… she couldn’t entirely feel disinterested. Though she had tried her best to mentally explain it away, and to focus on everything else going on in her life, she all too well remembered how much she enjoyed her little romps with the cute little brunette. Both of them had been in each other’s mouths, they had kissed… touched… and so far, both of them had laughed it off as “training”. Nothing more. 

But was it? She could tell when she looked into Ruby’s eyes that there was a lot more chemistry there than the purely physical. Learning to please Blake and Pyrrha had been fun, and Yang teasing her was interesting - and of course, Salem had fucked her so hard she saw stars. It was fantastic - but that was as far as it went with them. With Ruby, there was more lurking beyond the visceral pleasure.

Maybe that was what was bothering her. Even though she knew she and Ruby felt the same, they were too scared to bring it up - and Ruby was trying to give her a handjob without addressing that. Maybe “disrespectful” wasn’t the right word, but it was close to how Weiss viewed her exuberance.

“Pleeeaaase?” Ruby cajoled her with an eager little hop when she didn’t answer right away, too lost in thought. Weiss had to fight not to glance down at how her reawakening flesh bounced with the movements. “Just let me try?”

“Ruby…” She sighed and shook her head. “I’m sure I will regret this in the morning, but… I have a question for you.”

“Huh? Oh, um, shoot. I’m all ears!”

“Is that all you want? To just blow me again so I can technically be soft and we can go home? If that’s the only reason, I’m quite content to go masturbate. I’ve gotten very practiced at that lately.”

After blinking a few times, the younger woman touched her index fingers together shyly. “W-well, yeah. You’re my friend, and it’s fun to do that stuff together. Plus I wanna help. But if you’d rather go crank one out, I get it.”

“Precisely - it’s fun to do that with you. I think we had a really good time when we were practicing kissing, and… you know, other activities.”

“Y-yeah,” Ruby said with a smile, cheeks turning rosy - even in the low lighting. “That was super nice.” Then she suddenly squeaked and held up both hands. “N-not that it has to mean anything! No way, it’s just… two gals makin’ out! F-for science!”

“R-right! Of course that was all it was!” She laughed, a little higher and tighter than her normal laugh - because she was quite terrible at hiding her true feelings, or lying in general. It didn’t come as easily to her as it did to someone like Blake.

“Yeah! Good clean fun!” After they both had laughed for a few seconds, she added, “I m-mean, unless… you wanted it to be more than that…?”

“What? Oh, I… well, I don’t know about all that. I was just curious about your feelings, I suppose. But we can be friends who ‘practice’ together, and that’s all. It’s fine.”

At first, Ruby just nodded and that was that. Weiss was both relieved and disappointed. It might not have been the outcome her heart wanted, but at least she didn’t have to keep panicking. But then the smaller girl stepped a little closer, fidgeting with her fingers again.

“Um… yeah, we could. Or did you want to try… being… best friends?”

“Best friends? What does that entail? I’ve… never really had one before.”

“Me either. Well, except Yang, but she’s just my sister, obviously. Though I did kind of put my thing in her earlier…”

“Yeah, let’s not get on the topic of sisters,” Weiss grunted. Unbidden, the sight of Winter towering over herself and her mother with that huge, raging erection came to mind - and she blocked it out as best she could. That was something to examine at a later date, perhaps during therapy. 

“Yeahhh. Anyway, it’s just your friend that you’re closest to, y’know?”

Trying not to smirk, she said, “Yes, I understand the definition. I just don’t know what they do, really. Do… they kiss sometimes?”

“They could,” Ruby said in a rush, stepping even closer - until the tips of their erections were touching. Then she snorted. “Our dicks already are! So there’s that.”

“You are such a dork.” At least they could both laugh at that. “But… I suppose… I would like to try that. With you. I know I’ve enjoyed training with you more than any of the others, including Salem herself.”

Those silvery eyes grew a lot wider as she grasped Weiss’s hands. “Really? Y-you mean that, you… had as good a time as me?”

"As you? Well how on Earth am I supposed… to…" A little belatedly, it started to sink in. "Oh. Well then… that works out, now, doesn't it?"

"Mm-hmm." Ruby was grinning from ear to ear.

"Oh, stop that. I knew it was a mistake to tell you - because now you're going to tease me in front of everyone, and it's going to be so embarrassing! Why couldn't I have just shoved all my feelings away like I usually d-"

The feeling of sweet lips against her own cut off the rest of Weiss's thought. Even though this had certainly been the outcome she had hoped for when she started asking Ruby questions, she still couldn’t believe they were really kissing - because they wanted to this time. It wasn’t just a byproduct of training anymore. At first, it was a little awkward, but it didn’t take them too much longer for hands to wander over backs, teasing over hindquarters - and hips to squirm with budding need. 

“Wow,” Ruby breathed a minute later as she rutted against the dick right next to her own. 

“Y-yes, it’s… mmhh…” After a few experimental shifts, she said, “So… I know it may be a bit of an… accelerated schedule, skipping straight to the sexual phase, but… after the night we’ve had…”

“Yeah, it seems kinda like we can skip ahead,” Ruby panted as Weiss reached down to wrap her hand around both of their cocks. “Mmhh… ooh, I like that…”

“Me, too. It seems like it wouldn’t be enough friction, but it’s very stimulating.” Another kiss that lasted a few seconds. Then Weiss had another question, and she found she couldn’t keep silent. “So… what does this mean, exactly?”

“What… do you mean?”

“Are we… going out?”

Ruby blinked a few times up at her as her hips rolled into her friend’s hand. “O-oh. Well, um… I didn’t even- like, I guess I got so used to doing this stuff with all my friends, I didn’t expect you to, uh… w-would you really wanna date me? I thought you’d wanna have a girlfriend who’s more, like, cool and rich and… socially, uh, normal. I’m just some dumb girl.”

“You are not dumb, Ruby Rose,” Weiss told her very firmly a moment later, gripping her shoulders hard. Maybe she had to abandon getting them off for a few seconds, but this was far more important in the grand scheme. “I’ll admit, I used to think you were… a little silly, but I could tell you were as smart as the rest of us. Well, except for Yang.”

“Hey, she’s just street-smart instead of grades-smart,” Ruby protested - and Weiss wondered why she felt a little extra pulse from her friend right then. She had a theory but didn’t want to examine that too deeply.

“Perhaps that’s true. But after getting to know you, I started to really enjoy what you had to contribute. And I envy how passionate you are about everything! I feel like a spoiled little girl who can’t make decisions next to you. Plus, you are just as attractive as the rest of us - and it’s in this natural, effortless way that I can only hope to emulate.”

“What are you talking about?! You’re like, the prettiest, most elegant girl I’ve ever known! Except maybe your sister, but like, obviously she’s your sister - so it’s no wonder you’d both have that whole princessly thing in common!”

“But I don’t wanna be a princess,” Weiss couldn’t help whining - even if the whine was partly from how they were still grinding on each other. “I’m supposed to be a queen!”

“I know, but… face it, you’re too cute and young like me. But I’m no princess, anyway; I’m more like… your humble little maid, milady.”

And Ruby actually stepped back and gave a little curtsy, holding her hands out to hold onto an invisible skirt. At first, Weiss just had to roll her eyes, but she couldn’t help smiling a little at how adorable her fellow dancer could be sometimes. 

“Very well, servant,” she sighed airily, trying to fall into her roll with grace. It was the theatrical brat in her, even if she didn’t perform much anymore. “You may start by kissing the royal feet.”

“Ooh, kinky, milady!”

But before Weiss could protest that she wasn’t trying to be kinky at all, she was already watching Ruby sink to her knees, bending low to press her lips to the tops of her toes. Regardless of if she was kidding, it was happening, right here and now. She wasn’t sure what was making her hotter: that act itself and how gentle the girl’s lips were being, or seeing her pert ass waggling in the air.

“Better, Your Majesty?”

“Haah… hi… highness.”

“What?”

“It’s ‘Highness’. If I’m really your princess, you might as well be accurate about it; ‘Majesty’ is reserved for a king or queen.”

Ruby actually grimaced up at her, hands on her hips. “This is really what you wanna talk about right now?” 

“Well… I just… don’t think it hurts to be accurate!” But when Ruby shook her head and snorted in amusement, she felt her face growing hot for a whole new reason. “Just forget it. I don’t even know what I’m doing!”

“Weiss, it’s okay!” She managed to catch her hand as she moved to step away. “Come on. Let me give something else a little kiss, okay? I mean, it’s not like I haven’t done it before…”

That was true enough. The spoiled girl tried to remind herself yet again that she was here, in a strip club, with a naked woman who wanted to touch her - who was ready to touch her. Sure, she had just done unspeakable things with her mother and sister, and a perfect stranger, but this was very different.

This was Ruby. And she already knew from their training, and from what they had discussed before, that this was certainly moving beyond the realm of “just friends” - and very quickly. 

“Ruby,” she sighed softly as she felt those sweet lips beginning to wrap around her tip. No, she had to be bolder. At least this once. “I… I’m sorry about before. I guess I’m just a little afraid of what this might mean, and I was trying to-”

“I know.”

“How do you presume to know what I’m going to say?”

“Because I know you, Weiss,” the younger student reassured her with an easy shrug, as if nothing could be simpler. Then she kissed again… 

And for a while, Weiss forgot about the world. She stood and received, and couldn’t think of anything she would rather do than let this sweet girl slide her lips up and down along her cock. Funny how both of them were typically so indifferent to the carnal pursuits, but all it took was a little bit of sexual assistance from Salem’s weird concoction to make them so hot they could easily fuck like rabbits all night.

Or at least for another hour. They knew the drugs didn’t stay in their system all that long. 

“Mmhhh, yeah,” Ruby finally groaned as she pulled off, jerking with her hand while licking her lips. “That was fun! You wanna shoot your stuff all over my face, or in my mouth again? I’m kinda down for either, as long as I have time to clean up afterward.”

“I… what I want…” What did she want? She definitely knew the answer - even if she wasn’t sure she was ready to say. “I want more.”

“Huh?”

In a flash, Weiss had Ruby pinned against the nearest wall, ignoring the little squeak of surprise. And she claimed her lips hard as she began thrusting between her thighs, up against her ass, feeling the younger dancer’s firm arousal sliding around on her stomach from all the movement. Though she had tensed in surprise, Ruby melted into her a moment later, wrapping her arms around her gratefully as their kiss only became more and more tender, passionate.

“Go ahead,” she broke off to invite her a few seconds later. “M-my butt can take it.”

True enough. Anyone’s butt could have, after Salem had trained them. “I know. Thank you, I… I just need it so bad…”

That was all they spoke before another kiss took their breath, and Weiss took Ruby’s ass as her own. Despite Salem’s best efforts, she was still so very tight back there - Weiss almost thought for a second that she just couldn’t open her up enough. But then she felt it pulse, shifted a little further down-

“AH!” Ruby gasped out, clinging even tighter. “Mmhh, Weiss!”

Hearing her name spoken that way by one of the sweetest voices in the universe made Weiss throb yet again. She was so hard already, and Ruby’s body warm against her own - and even though she had just fucked her own mother silly, she couldn’t pretend this tight little ass of one of her best friends didn’t feel even more enticing now. Maybe it was who Ruby was to her, or maybe it was that she was overly sensitive after already climaxing a couple of times. Maybe it literally was down to the opening being tighter. 

But it was fantastic.

More than that, Ruby was fantastic. Her behind was amazing, of course, but it was also how cute she looked plastered against that wall, one leg up and out to the side to give Weiss even more free reign - her entire package, cute as it was, jiggling up and down with every thrust. She started pounding into her harder almost purely to see that and her tits bounce; it was so hot. 

“Weiss, yeah! God, it’s so good! Can… can I jerk myself?!”

“Just… let me finish!” Weiss stalled her as she went for broke, railing into Ruby over and over, feeling that tight pink skin stroking her cock every time it accepted her inside. “I’m… I’m so close! RUBY!”

“NNHH! Fill me! I w-want you to fill me up, Weiss!”

“YES! NNHHH!”

It surprised Weiss just how much she had left after her earlier orgasms. She left a decent amount of her essence inside Ruby’s body as she pulsed over and over, delighting in the pleasure it granted her. The physical feeling and the sight of the little brunette enjoying herself combined into an experience she knew would stay with her for a long time.

It was only a few seconds later when Ruby panted, “Mmm, okay… now can I play with myself? It’s crazy, but I’m so hard again… I don’t even think I kept getting hard like this when Salem was-”

“Fuck me.”

“Huh?” Her silvery eyes blinked a few times before she fully focused on her friend’s yearning expression. “Wait, what did you-”

“I want you to use that little thing on my ass. Now.” Swallowing to steady her nerves, she pulled out, watching the way Ruby barely winced from her exit - she was so surprised it didn’t register as much as it might have otherwise. “I-if that’s alright with you, of course. I could also use my mouth to get you-”

“Of course I wanna fuck you, Weiss! That sounds like so much fun!”

What a weird way to put it. Or more “cute” - and sex wasn’t cute, exactly. But Weiss only shook her head with a smile as she turned to plant her hands on the wall. “Okay, then get started. We’re probably running out of time before they chase us out for another show.”

“Okay! Um… hang on, I gotta get you ready!”

“Ready? And just what does that meeeAAAH!”

Apparently, it meant sticking her tongue directly into Weiss’s ass. No rimming beforehand, no kissing or teasing – just all the way in, no waiting. It was as hot as it was alarming, and Weiss felt her softening flesh twitch a little in appreciation for the pleasant sensations now assaulting her back door. Ruby might not have been subtle or nuanced, but she was more than making up for it with sheer enthusiasm. 

"Mmhh, Ruby! Where… on earth did you…?"

"From Salem," Ruby answered very simply as her finger began to swish around inside her friend. Like it was something she did every day. "I mean, we all learned a lot, huh? I never thought I'd be doing stuff like this at all, to be honest - and now, here we are! Doing it!"

It was hard to disagree with that. However, Weiss tried in whatever way she could; it just wasn't in her nature to be complacent. "M-must you refer to it in such a crass manner?!"

"Well… sorry, but don't you think if we're gonna be saying anything crass, this is kinda the place for it?"

"Nnnhhh… well… okay, touché!"

And that was all Weiss could seem to say for the next several minutes. She was completely at Ruby's mercy, barely able to remain standing as first one finger pumped in and out of her body, and then two. Though she had initially been quite horrified at being asked to try these sorts of things during their training, she couldn't pretend she wasn't getting used to it by now. Even starting to welcome it. And having one of her best friends play with her was yet more satisfying.

"Okay, I'm going in!"

"Don't say it like you're going to infiltrate my anus for a strategic advantage!" But she couldn't pretend she wasn't a little bit hard again, both from all the teasing and the fresh memory of penetrating Ruby mere minutes ago. "Mmhhh… maybe we could all use a class on pillow talk!"

"Maybe so. But, like… are you ready? I'm very ready for my first time with you."

Okay, that was definitely an improvement. Weiss could feel her heart beating harder in her chest, and she looked over her shoulder to see Ruby’s gentle smile, and she returned it with her own. What a little sweetheart.

"I am if you are."

"Cool!" Catching herself, she pitched her voice low and sexy again. "I mean, um… oh yes, my sexy little toaster strudel. Prepare to receive my love."

"...just fuck me before I change my mind, you dunce."

Even while snickering under her breath, Ruby started to trade out her fingers for her arousal. At first, it only felt a little strange; after all, it wasn't as if Weiss hadn't somehow stretched to admit Salem in the past. This particular phallus was no challenge compared to that mammoth specimen. But once she felt her entering her fully, heard the cute little sighs coming from just behind her back…

There was something just so perfect about this. That cute little dick, and her tightly clenched opening, just seemed made for each other. And maybe they were.

"Oooh, Weiss! I think… I think I love your butt even more than Yang's! It feels so good!"

"Yeah?" she gasped when she felt hips coming to rest against her ass. The comparison to Ruby's sister was something she could have done without, but she didn't want to focus on that little misstep. She wanted to enjoy the here and now, with someone who had come to me a lot to her in such a short time.

Which they both began to do without delay. As it turned out, Ruby seemed to really know what she was doing in terms of thrusting into someone instead of receiving, and she gradually built from a slow to a medium pace with great care. Maybe she had been practicing. Weiss found she didn't even really care how she learned to do this so well - only that she did learn it, and she was putting it to use on her tonight.

"Oooh, I'm… do you think Salem's magic juice gets stronger the more we use it?"

Weiss slit one eye open as she tried to look over her shoulder at Ruby, and didn't quite succeed. "Huh? What do you…?"

"I… I think maybe I can actually finish again. But that's crazy! Like, I normally don't even get horny that often, and I'm about to blow three times in the same day? In the same hour?!"

"Yeah, I… know what you mean! It's as if that old demoness is turning us into some kind of sex fiends!" Licking her lips, she started slamming her ass backward to meet each of her friends' thrusts, enjoying her helpless little mewling noises that she earned as a result. "Do you… mind orgasming inside of me? I hope that's not a problem, since I just… did it to you a moment ago!"

The spoiled girl could more feel than actually see Ruby shaking her head, the rhythm of her hips not faltering even for an instant. They both needed it too bad by this point. "Yeah! I m-mean, no, I don't mind! I think I really want that! Do you want it, Weiss?"

"Mmhhh!" she groaned through her teeth, trying to muffle the sound of pleasure as she felt her spent flesh throbbing with gratitude at the way her friend phrased that. "I do! I've actually… been hoping you would since we first started this ridiculous training! So don't hold back!"

And to her credit, Ruby did not. As she picked up to what was obviously her top speed, Weiss moaned against the wall of this filthy room of iniquity, feeling her mostly-hard dick slapping up against her stomach, then back down against her sack again with each brutal movement. Without even meaning to do it, she started clenching slightly around that modest intrusion, trying to milk her companion for all she was worth.

"WEISS! IT'S ABOUT TO- EEEK!"

That was the unexpected last word Ruby uttered before she felt a slight splashing of juices inside of her, complete with that beautiful throbbing she had craved from the moment they first barely began to explore each other's bodies during training. Over and over, she shivered as she slammed her hips backward even harder than before, wanting to give her friend every last shred of pleasure she could if she reached her end. It was one of the best moments she had endured in her entire life - and that was including getting to be with her mother earlier.

Maybe she had only needed that practice with her family members to prepare her for the girl of her dreams. How fucked up was that?

After a minute or two, Ruby was more or less plastered across her back, clinging for dear life to keep upright as she recovered from expending all that energy. Weiss didn't even protest or push her away; just let her catch her breath.

"I… I can't believe…" The little brunette let out a breathy laugh. "You… I really rocked your world, huh?"

"Yeah," Weiss had to admit with a brief chuckle. "Well, right up until the very end there."

"What?"

"Ruby, what kind of weirdo says 'EEK' as they achieve climax? Honestly!"

"What's- hey!" Looking back at her, Weiss could just barely see Ruby was pouting. "Come on, I can't really help what comes out right when I get to the end! I'm kinda overcome with feelings, y'know?!"

“Well, why don’t you just ‘come out’ of my ass?!” However, Weiss sighed a moment later. “Sorry, I don’t really mean that. I don’t know why I always- MMHHAH! GOD!”

Ruby was panting all over again once she had fully exited her friend. Weiss was again struck by that bizarre feeling of emptiness that always accompanied when someone pulled their cock out of her body. They both breathed a few times as they recovered, then Weiss turned so she could lean back against the wall, gazing at Ruby’s sweet, flushed features.

“So… we, um… we did that.”

“We did indeed,” Weiss echoed, clearing her throat nervously. “And I think… well, I’m not sure how to-”

“Weiss?”

“Yes?”

Before answering with words, Ruby leaned in and left the smallest, sweetest kiss on Weiss’s lips. She almost couldn’t believe this was happening - even if all the sex they had shared did seem to suggest it might. Then she smiled and pulled back until just their noses were touching.

“Thanks for making this so magical.”

“W-well, um… of course it was magical. I was here, after all.” She hesitated for a few seconds, trying to find the courage to be as forthright as her friend. “Is it… strange… that I feel like this was my first time? Even though I was just intimate with Pyrrha’s mother, and my own. And Salem and Blake previously.”

Ruby seemed to be genuinely thinking that over. Then she shrugged a shoulder. “Nah.”

“That’s it? Just ‘nah’? It’s my first time because you say so?”

“No, dummy,” she chuckled with a huge grin. “It is because you say so. Like, that’s kinda all that matters, right?”

For a few seconds, all Weiss could do was blink at her. Then she wrapped her arms tightly around that sweet creature and pulled her in close. They might not have had much time left before Salem would be ordering them to get cleaned up, but she wanted to savor this moment. Before planting one last deep kiss on Ruby, she whispered something simple - something she hoped would make Ruby’s heart soar the same way Ruby had done for her.

“I suppose it is. Just like you’re all that matters to me.”

    "Oh yeah? Well if I'm such a 'dork' , then why are you all hard for me, baby?"

Those words prompted Blake Belladonna to roll her eyes heavily as they headed off into one of the shadowy corners of the conference room. Just because she had finally admitted her feelings for her best friend didn't mean she was prepared to take all manner of guff from her.

"Who knows? Not me, that's for sure."

"Come on, I'm just playing with you," Yang giggled as they finally came to a stop, turning Blake around and holding on to her elbows lately as they smiled at each other. Luckily, they had not chosen the same corner as Ruby and Weiss, so they had a little privacy - however brief. "Uhh… I do kinda feel like a dumbass, though. Like, you busted a nut between my thighs that one time, and came super hard in my mouth. But I still thought you only saw me as a friend."

"That was during our training," Blake was quick to reassure her, almost automatically lifting her hands up and resting them delicately on her shoulders. It just felt so natural to touch her this way, now that everything was out in the open. "It's… not the same. But you aren't wrong, either; I was definitely really happy to get to be that close to you. Sorry I didn't say anything."

The buff blonde shrugged one shoulder as she moved a hand down to Blake's hip. "Hey, c'mon, when were you supposed to say anything? While Salem was drugging us up so we'd stay hard, or when we were all passing training partners to the left? It's definitely not a normal situation, so I think we all kinda get a pass."

“Guess that’s true. Um… about that…”

“Yeah?”

Clearing her throat, Blake glanced back to make sure nobody was watching. Seemed they were in the clear. “What if… I… kinda wanted to fuck you when I was between your thighs? I mean, I wouldn’t have - not without asking. But I definitely wanted to.”

“Yeah?” Yang licked her lips - and standing this close, Blake could feel her friend’s dick respond even before she found her words. “Uhhh, well, I think… that woulda been really hot. Like, I’m not as used to getting pounded as I am doing the pounding, but hey, this job is definitely loosening my ass up. Literally.”

“Mine, too,” Blake admitted with a soft chuckle. “Though not as recently as yours, of course. You really let Ruby in there?!”

The normally-confident blonde’s voice hiked up by nearly an octave as she protested, “H-hey, I thought this was a judgment free zone!”

“It is, it is! But like, I guess even though we all fucked our moms - crazy, and I’m going to have to really get used to that being the reality we live in - you still also… I mean, I never got that vibe from you two.”

“Me, either.” A brief pause. “Well…”

“Well?”

“Okay, so I have thought before that she’s cute,” Yang confessed, lowering her voice a little more. Blake had to strain to hear her over the club beats still filling the theatrical space. “Like, only after she came out and started transitioning and stuff. Before that, she was just my ‘kid brother’ at the time and that was that.”

“Right. But… you started crushing on her when she started hormones and dressing differently?”

Shrugging as her hips began to move automatically, and Blake tried not to read too much into the reason, Yang confessed, “Not right away. She was still pretty young. And it wasn’t a crush - it’s still not a crush! I’m not into Ruby like that!”

“Hey, you don’t have to hide it with me. Not from the girl who’s wanted to bang her own mother for the better part of a decade.”

“Yeah… well…” Another pulse of interest. Despite Yang trying to keep the anxiety out of her voice, she couldn’t seem to completely. “It hasn’t been that long for me. There was a moment a few years ago… But seriously, I swear on a stack of whatever religious book you want, I haven’t thought much past ‘wow, Ruby’s growing up hot’. Not until this slut-training, anyway. Like, her accidentally splooging on my thighs kinda changed the game!”

“Slut-training,” Blake snickered, and Yang smiled a little. But she could tell this was still on her mind. “You… feel guilty, don’t you? For checking out your sister.

“Yeah. I mean, she’s family, y’know? It’s weird. Plus even though she was a teenager, she was technically under the line… but not trying to say I had fantasies about her or whatever.”

“Didn’t you?” Silence. “Do you… want to tell me about them while I…?”

The moment her hand wrapped around Yang’s cock, she froze. But that didn’t last long. Blake began to stroke, and she started squirming around, breath catching when it wasn’t coming out in shaky gasps. 

“We… don’t have to, right? This is about you and me, Blake. You still wanna… take my ass? Her dick’s way smaller than yours, so it’ll still feel like the first time of the night…”

“Maybe I will,” she promised, leaning up to kiss her cheek. They both shivered from that one; it was all so very fresh and new, despite each of them going a little too far with both of their parental figures. “But first… tell me about that moment. Like, I’m not trying to be pushy, but I feel like you’ve wanted to tell somebody for a long time. And I’m here, and I’m listening - and I’m definitely not judging.”

It did take Yang a few more seconds to decide what to say. That was fine by Blake; she was having a great time stroking up and down along her thick, gorgeous cock. It was so big and beautiful, but not nearly as overwhelming as Salem’s was; just right for a very smitten girl who had used so many toys that she had gradually turned into a size queen.

"Well… like I said, all I really thought about her when she first started dressing as a girl was that she looks really cute that way. And that's still how I feel! Like, I know the shit I'm about to say is going to make it sound like I wanna date Rubes, but I promise it's not that deep."

"No more disclaimers," Blake laughed. "Just tell me the story."

"Okay, okay," she said with a grumpy sigh. But this close, she could hear the sigh had a little bit of a tremor in it; still nervous. 

"It was when she asked me to help her get ready for one of her school dances. Like, I never minded doing that, because I knew how hard it was to learn to do all that shit by yourself - I'm sure you get that." Blake just nodded rather than interrupt, caressing Yang's anatomy slower so she wouldn't distract her too much. "Anyways… she wasn't sure her bra was the right size. By this point, they had taken her off the blockers and put her on the girl juice, so her figure had really filled out. And I couldn't help… looking , y'know?"

Again, Blake nodded to reassure her friend. "Believe me, I know. Anytime Mom would wear something low cut, I had to look away. But go on."

“Don’t blame you; Kali’s stacked.” Yang gulped, petting up and down Blake's back absent-mindedly. It felt amazing but she was too busy listening to tell her so. "Like, it was one thing to know we were both on our journey together, or that she was filling out and shit. It was a whole other thing seeing those cute boobs… and getting to touch them."

"Oh yeah? You touched them?"

"To help her get her bra situated. Like, it turned out she had the right size, she just hadn't adjusted the straps. But while we were messing around with it and trying to get it fitting right, I definitely ended up groping her a few times. And like…"

A few seconds passed. Blake finally kissed her cheek and whispered, "Keep going. Or you can stop, if you're really not comfortable. I wouldn't be mad."

"No, it's cool. I know you won't tell anybody." Clearing her throat, Yang looked off into the distance, even though in this darkened room it really didn't matter where they looked. "Ruby's boobies got, uhh… perkier."

"Perkier? As in… you think you might have turned her on?" A little nod told Blake she was right on the money. "Oh, Yang…"

"That was it, though," she was quick to explain, her obvious guilt making it urgent. "Like, it kind of started to turn me on, too, but I squished that down flat and got back to helping her get into her dress. But I couldn't help looking the rest of that night, at her figure, or how nice her legs looked when she was standing in heels. Little stuff. And every once in awhile, that night pops up in my brain and I have to squish it again."

“Did you see if she was getting turned on… further down?”

“Nope. Couldn’t let myself look there - it was too far. Seriously, the only reason I was looking at her tits was to get them stuffed into that boulder holder.”

Giving her best friend a little squeeze of reassurance, she said, "Guess you’ll never know. Still, it sounds like it was always pretty mutual between you two."

"Maybe so, but like… she was just a kid, and barely getting her head wrapped around her identity. I always felt like I really fucked up. Sure, I knew I didn't do it on purpose, and mostly I've been able to forget about it for a couple years. Until all this training stuff."

"She was turning into a young woman, Yang. Like, it wouldn't have been okay if you tried to do something about it at the time, but sometimes we can't help where our minds go." Swallowing hard, Blake forced herself to just speak instead of getting hung up on her own anxieties. "Like me, jerking off and thinking about my own mother. I've done that so many times."

Yang let out a rueful chuckle, her hand coming to rest on Blake's ass. She didn't mention it, hoping it would stay there for a while. "Yeah, I never did that. Which on paper sounds a lot better, but I still feel like I was a creep."

"I know. And you might still for a while. But maybe now that you and Ruby had this little moment tonight, you can feel a little less like that? Maybe?"

"I dunno. But like… I guess I would feel worse if I had been the one to sneak around behind her. She made the move." Shaking her head, she burst out, "Listen to this wild shit we're saying! Can you believe this is our lives? Where we roll up in this room and bang all our close family members, and still want to come over here and screw because we like each other, too?"

Unable to help herself, Blake let out a loud laugh as she stroked a little harder again. She felt an immediate shiver run down her friend's spine, but otherwise she tried not to react too much. "Listen, I'm still trying to process that I came so close to banging your mother. I don't have any room in my brain for dissecting doing that with mine, or what we're doing now."

"Yeah, Jesus. You're right about that one. I'm… I know we're kind of even, but I'm sorry about what I did with Kali. Like, I wouldn't have taken it that far if I knew who she was-"

"We're cool. Seriously, I know exactly how you feel." Again, she paused to decide if she truly wanted to say what was on her mind. But they had both hit the 'fuck it' point a long time ago. "I know it's not true exactly, but my brain keeps trying to tell me that I got three girlfriends tonight. Not just one."

Yang smiled as her hand gripped Blake's ass a little tighter. "I mean… I don't know if you're ready for labels, but kinda."

“Stop.” But the more they shifted against each other, the harder it was for Blake to ignore her thoughts about the amazing blonde in her arms. “I mean… maybe. Dunno if I actually want to see your mom again, now that I know who she is.”

“Oh, go for it.” 

“Huh? I mean, really?”

With a shrug, Yang turned so that she could wrap her hand around both their dicks, rutting into the contact. And Blake could have died from getting to be this close to her. “I’m kinda… gonna feel weird about it, but I also know that I wouldn’t mind if Kali strolled in tomorrow and wanted a round two. So like, it’d be shitty and hypocritical if I was like, ‘no, don’t’. Right?”

“Well, sure,” Blake sighed as she rolled her hips harder. “And I feel even less territorial about mine, but it’s also going to feel a little weird that we might, like… share you? Very weird.” Clearing her throat, she tried to push through her lust and awkward feelings. “But we’re probably all gonna feel weird for a while. I don’t think it’s hypocritical to just… have feelings, and try to figure them out.”

“Mmhhh… yeah…” Shaking her head out, Yang let out a breathy laugh as she smoothed her other hand up and down Blake’s back again before returning to her ass for another generous handful. “Sorry, guess I’m… having trouble focusing, I guess…”

Smirking, Blake whispered, “I wonder why.” Then she leaned up… 

What a beautiful kiss. They had messed around so much that it almost felt like they had put the cart before the horse, but it was still a tender, wonderful first kiss between two brand new girlfriends. Blake found herself wanting to climb Yang like a tree, scrabbling up along her body and moaning into her mouth. And naturally, Yang didn’t fight her off - but only welcomed her into her strong arms, humming and winding her tongue around hers without any hesitation at all. This had been so long in coming that they couldn’t possibly keep their hands off each other. Not even for another second. 

Before she knew it, Blake was straddling Yang on the floor as they made out, rutting against each other without really trying to take things further. Not yet. But they had certainly frothed each other up into a lather by now. 

“Put it in,” she groaned the moment their lips broke their seal.

“What?” Yang panted as she passed her hands all over every inch of Blake’s sweaty body that she could reach. “Like, right now?”

“Yeah. I wanna feel… I want…” She licked her lips and forced herself to be brave instead of buckling under her own expectations and fears. “I want to feel you inside me right now. I can’t wait, I can’t even wait until after you’ve let me fuck you first. I just want you to take me.”

Throb. At least she knew right away that there was a positive response from the blonde splayed out beneath her. “Then put that ass right down on me, Belladonna. Unless you wanna get my dick ready…”

So Blake slid down along her body, wrapping her mouth around Yang’s thick need without any hesitation. She had barely curled her tongue around it and started to bob her head before she broke off with a slight laugh. “I can taste them both.”

“What?” Yang propped herself up on her elbows to gape at her. “Oh God. You mean your- no, you mean both our moms. Holy shit, can you really?!”

“Kinda. I mean, I taste a lot of condom, too, but… there’s pussy on this dick, for sure.” 

Yang let Blake go down on her for a few more seconds, simply rolling her own hips back. Enjoying the closeness and the wet warmth of her recently-trained mouth. Then she whispered, “My mom’s pussy does taste really fucking good.”

There was probably no way for Yang to miss how Blake’s dick jumped for joy at that single sentence. She looked up at her as she nuzzled the side of the shaft, kissing her sack to show it a little affection. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. And I think you like that.” When Blake just went down on her again, to give herself an excuse not to have to respond to that, she laughed, “Okay, okay, we can drop it. But let’s face it: we’re both pretty gay for both our moms at this point. Maybe not me for my mom as much as you for yours, but yeah.”

“Quadrouple?” When Yang just squinted down at her, she smirked and began to crawl up to straddle her. “Kidding… kind of. Probably. Just fuck me, already, okay?”

“Hey, a four-way relationship with our mommies ain’t that crazy. Not considering how tonight’s gone so far.” Still, they were both too wound up for her to ignore how good Blake’s ass felt up against her dick. And vice versa. “You ready?”

Blake’s only response was to nod - and to reach down and hold her package up and out of the way, so Yang could better see her way to pressing that firm head up against her taut opening. A flutter rose up in her stomach as the pressure began to stretch her out, and she tried her best to relax the way she had for their boss so recently. It was still crazy to her that they had all fucked the same woman during training… and now were still doing that with each other’s mothers. And their own. What if they eventually just wound up having some huge, ill-advised, ten-person orgy?

That… sounded hot. And impossible. But she might crank one out to the thought at a later date.

In the here and now, she gasped and groaned when she felt Yang finally sliding into her body. Having reached the point where her ass was stretched around the shaft instead of the head, it was much easier for her to slip the rest of the way inside - even though every single inch she sank deeper prompted a fresh cry of mingling alarm and pleasure from the brunette on top of her. Blake couldn't quite tell from Yang's expression how she was feeling about this, but she decided to assume it was good and focus on what they were doing.

This was actually happening. After so long spent pining, she had completely convinced herself it was a mere pipe dream; that Yang would never have any real interest in her beyond friendship. And now she found herself wrapped around that gorgeous blonde's equally gorgeous appendage, and she couldn't have been happier if she tried.

"Jesus fuck," Yang groaned out once she found her voice again, hands latching onto Blake's hips as she held still all the way inside her. "Your ass is really… really fucking hot. Like, why weren't we doing this already?"

"Because I was incredibly shy," Blake admitted with a shaky breath, shifting from side to side a tiny bit to tease both of them. "And you probably didn't have any interest in me, anyway."

"Are you kidding?! You bet your hot ass I did."

"What?!"

As they both began to grind, working up to the point of doing more, Yang tried to shrug a shoulder nonchalantly. It didn't work especially well under the circumstances. "What ‘what’? Like, I kind of have the hots for all of our friends. And now you know I mean all of them," she added with an embarrassed laugh. "But I kind of knew you and me would get along the best. Don't know how, I just did."

This was actually managing to turn Blake on more than the literal dick in her hindquarters. Which was impressive. Her own twitched a little, grew even firmer as she started bouncing up and down on Yang's lap. "Really? You liked me?"

"FUCK!" After recovering from the influx of sensation, Yang licked her lips, back arching a little as she went on, "Yeah! I mean, you're just so sultry and sexy, and cool… I wish I was as cool as you!"

"ME?! I… I don't know what you're talking about! You are much cooler than I could ever hope to be, Xiao Long!"

That immediately prompted a laugh from Yang as she picked up the pace even more, really destroying Blake's poor pussy - and the vulnerable spot within. That delightful little mass inside of her was screaming with joy as she reached up to grip her own tits, both because they were bouncing continually and to deliver yet more pleasure to her own body. 

"Nah! You're… you are literally the hottest bitch I've ever known, and the smartest, and the most badass! Maybe it's kinda soon to say this, but… but I think I'm in love with you!"

That was too much. As amazing as it was, impressive and unprecedented, after only a few more thrusts Blake found herself climaxing - without needing a hand wrapped around her dick, or anything really touching it at all. All that motion combined with the sensations deep in her ass, and that tender, reckless confession from her friend lying beneath her, had turned out to be more than enough to get her there. Over and over, her rigid length spurted thick cum through the air to splatter all over Yang, painting her face and chest with the proof of her pleasure.

And she could tell Yang was a fan. Both from the way her thick member gave the hardest throb it had yet, and the completely elated expression on her face. She looked absolutely beautiful this way.

"I… ohhhh, yeah," Blake groaned as she felt fatigue trying to steal over her body - but fought back against it as best she could, forcing her thigh muscles to flex, keeping her body bouncing up and down on that incredible cock. "Yang! I love you, too! Make me feel all your love - I wanna… feel it all inside me!"

"Ohhhh yeah! Fuck yes, I need that, Blake! I need you so goddamn BAD! AHHHH!"

Despite those outcries and how unhinged they sounded, the blonde didn't reach orgasm right away. Which, honestly, Blake had no problem with; even though her dick was completely spent, undulating up and down a lot more than it had when it was fully erect, the punishment her ass was receiving still felt fantastic. She felt like she could have gone another hour before it started to hurt or lose its magic. 

That, and she really wanted to enjoy her first time with Yang to the fullest. Even if they had gone down on each other before, it still counted. Especially since it was shaping up to be the beginning of something incredible for both of them.

Another few minutes went by that she lost track of before Yang began to show the tell-tale signs of getting close. She bounced her ass up and down as hard as she could without pulling off on accident, trying to give her new girlfriend - if that was indeed but they were becoming to each other - every ounce of joy she could manage. She even reached across to her right breast with her left hand, freeing up her right so she could reach down and play with her package, shifting it all over. Not as much to derive a tiny bit more satisfaction for herself, as because she wanted to put on the show. Maybe that would be enough to get Yang there.

The bellowing from deep in the blonde's chest told her even before she felt it. That delicious girth pulsing, the splashes inside her eager backside… so nasty and yet so welcome. She felt proud to have gotten her there after they went so many times with their family earlier. Even if she didn't view herself as all that sexy, she must have been doing something right.

"Ohhhh… holy fucking shit, Blake."

"What?" she panted once she finally came to a stop, reaching up to wipe the sweat from her brow.

"That was like…" Yang had to lay on the ground for another minute or two, gasping for breath and recovering. Then she grinned up at the brunette. "I've never… when I say 'that was the hottest thing ever', I want you to remember this is… after fucking your mom, and being in a sandwich between mine and Rubes, and getting filled by Salem before."

Blake let out a completely breathless laugh, barely holding herself up by resting her hands on her hips. She knew they didn't have time, but all she wanted to do was pass out and keep dreaming about this moment. "Yeah? I mean, you aren't just… saying that?"

"Hell no! You were like… some sexy anime titty pornstar, bouncing all over and… and how did you even do that?"

"What?"

"Cum out of nowhere, without even jerking it or anything!"

"Oh… I dunno…" Licking her dry-as-the-desert lips, she smiled shyly down at her bestie. "That… was pretty erotic, though, wasn't it?"

"ABSOLUTELY!" Yang burst out, just barely leveraging herself upward onto her elbows. The remnants of said act were still running down her face and into her cleavage from the peaks of her beautiful tits, and Blake felt her needs stirring again the tiniest bit. "Man… until I saw that happen, I was kinda worried I wasn't even doing it right, but you came all over the place! I wish I had video of that!"

Which made Blake laugh a lot harder. They both winced from the movement, as oversensitive as their bodies were by now, so she finally pulled off, moaning yet again as she flopped onto her back beside her friend. Her eyes were instantly drawn to the half-hard erection she had just been impaled upon, but she resisted the temptation to grab for it. Instead, she focused on the warm, sunny expression on the face next to her. She had definitely chosen the right stage name.

"Well… I might have no idea how I did it, but I'm really glad I did. And that it got you there. You were really hot, too, you know."

"Mmm, not hot like that. But thanks." She cleared her throat, glancing around anxiously. "I know… we gotta clear out of here in a minute, but this was amazing. I hope we can do it again really soon, or whatever. I'm so down bad for you."

Smiling serenely, Blake leaned over to plant a tender kiss on Yang's cheek as she laced their fingers together, feeling Yang grip back just as tightly. Cementing their new bond.

"Try and keep me away, Xiao Long. We are about to have a lot more fun in our future."

    DEFINITELY Not The End

[hermespie]

ehehe i wanna send in a silly matchup req for your valentines event!!! could you give me a genshin impact boy pleeeaaase? :)

my pronouns are she/her and im a silly little enfp.

personality wise im a huge extrovert who loves making friends everywhere I go.. lol people tell me that I could befriend a tree if i wanted. im always drawn to introverted people because i hate seeing someone quiet and lonely lol. i also tend to be a bit of a goof. i like making people laugh. i get really invested and interested in other people's interests and i pick up a bunch of different things to be able to bond with people i meet.

im very much a talker, i can talk people's heads off if it's about something im interested in. I'm basically very energetic at all times. I can never take things seriously and most of the time i really need someone to reel me back in and tell me if i need to be serious or not.

despite all thattt, under certain extreme conditions, my social battery can run dangerously low, and sometimes i need to sit in silence to chill out for a bit. im also the type of person to speak up for others but never myself lol. im a little bit of a pushover in that regard.

my hobbies, i love singing and music and dance with my entire soul. poetry is also something that i love reading, as well as photography. i do a little doodling on the side too!!!! i love writing and history and sometimes i even enjoy a little math.

but..thats all I can think offfff! have funnnn with this oneeee hehehe >:)

HIII omg I'm so excited to see another fellow ENFP! It's like looking myself in the mirror while reading your description ( nah cuz fr)

Thank you for participating in my Valentines Day event and taking your time to write this! Let's see what we can deal with here <33

#GENSHIN IMPACT MATCHUP

I match you up with......

SHIKANOIN HEIZOU

Credit: Official art

I took a long time thinking about it, and this is the result I had!

Heizou is not an easy person to easily get along with, so I could see that your first encounter with him would be quite awkward at some point. I could see him purposely avoiding you when you're in your extreme extrovert mood as you keep on finding ways to bother him.

But I think after days after days 'trying' to avoid you, instead of completely neglecting you and mind his own business, he starts to find out interesting parts about you and got to know you better.

Like how you suddenly drain out of energy and just sits down below a tree and mind your own business. It's really interesting for Heizou to see you out of your extrovert mood. And we all know Heizou loves random mysteries he discovered.

Having a relationship with Heizou would actually be very entertaining. The two of you would have an absolute fun with each other joking around and pranking people. Probably something like run up to a random person and yell "tag, you're it!" and create confusion.

Something also tells me that Heizou's love language is quality time. He likes to look at you when you're both just doing nothing and stares at your eyes. He also likes to hear your rambles as if it was an opportunity for him to get to know you better, kinda similar like getting clues for a detective case or some sort.

Heizou is a person that is fun, but doesn't lack intelligence. So you don't have to worry if you can't read the room sometimes, cause Heizou would remind you about it respectfully. He is quite reliable on serious times, so it's fine to be yourself around him.

For him, you're his endless mystery and he just loves to spend time with you, no matter if its just a normal night having dinner with you or a grand event. And I think the two of you could actually get along pretty well!

Thank you for reading till this far! I hope you enjoyed it <33 likes and reblogs are appreciated!

[undercovergamer]

❤️Gimmie Attention!❤️

⚠️This fic focuses mainly on tickling. Please do not read it if that upsets you.⚠️

Hiatus who? Writer’s block what? Never heard of them (watch me fade out again after this 💀 istg). I’m alive, just tired and suffering with a load of executive dysfunction 🫠 adhd is a super power 🥰 /J /S (no it’s not /srs)

Itto was bored out of his mind and decided to bother Ayato about it so they could snuggle. He was understimulated on top of it all and wanted Ayato’s help to fulfill his sensory need. Unfortunately for him, his beloved human was too occupied with work to give him the love he needed so badly. He’d have to wait his turn, but would the wait be worth it?

Word Count: ≈4600

It was a normal day in Inazuma. Ayato was dealing with some paperwork in his office, sipping some boba tea on the side to treat himself. He’d made significant progress today and was about to finish off the last few documents… until someone stepped into his office rather loudly, interrupting his workflow.

Ayato didn’t see who it was at first…

“Please, whatever the matter, I’m far too busy. I must ask… oh! Hello.” …but soon recognized the man standing before him, feeling an embarrassed blush on his face.

“Bwahahahaha! Aw c’mon, don’t you recognize lil’ ol’ me?” Itto stood there with a proud smile, closing the door behind him before walking up to the commissioner’s desk.

“A-Ah, my apologies, dear. I’ve been so consumed with work I’d forgotten you’d visit today…” Ayato admitted sheepishly, deciding to take a brief break from his duties to chat.

“Heheheh! I can tell. You work too much! Don’t you wanna chill? Ooh! Let’s go out on a date right now!” Itto exclaimed excitedly, leaning on Ayato’s desk with a big ol’ grin on his face, his eyes glimmering with joy.

“Hahaha, oh, darling… I’m so sorry, but I can’t leave just yet. I still have documents left to go through, you see.” he said, gesturing towards the stack of papers laid aside on his desk. It was surprisingly small considering his usual schedule.

Itto’s excitement faded slightly, which made Ayato feel concerned. The oni glanced down at the desk before saying “Who needs all this paperwork anyway?! Boooring! You work basically every day, man! Can’t you take some time off? Just today?” Itto tried making a cute face, hoping to convince his darling human with his charm. “Pleeeaaase?”

Ayato reached out to stroke Itto’s cheek, smiling softly as the oni leaned into the touch. “Sweetheart… as much as I would love to spend time with you, I can’t leave my desk right now… I’m sorry, my darling.”

“But-…” It was clear Itto missed him, given the sad look in his eyes. The two hadn’t spent much time together this week since Ayato had been so busy. Although his goal was to finish all of his work as fast as possible, that had already taken three days…

“Oh, Itto…” Ayato gently squeezed his cheek before standing up to comfort him, walking to the other side of his desk to give Itto a hug, which the latter basically melted into.

“C’moooon… gimmie attention! Paperwork can wait, I’m way more fun!” Itto groaned with boredom, trying to hide his loneliness, but Ayato saw right through him. Especially with how tight the hug got as if Itto was desparate not to let go.

“I promise you, the moment I’m done with this stack of papers, I’ll get right back to you.” Ayato reassured him and stroked his head, which seemed to go well since Itto perked up with a smile.

…a mischievous one at that. “Or~ you could take a few minutes off right now~ so we can be silly… hahaha!”

“Now now, dear. I’m sure you can wait j-just a f-few- hmph-!” Ayato was interrupted as a ticklish shiver got sent down his spine.

“Heh… what’s wrong~? You seem so tense all of a sudden.” Itto teased, definitely not tracing his nails on his boyfriend’s back. Totally not on purpose either.

“I-Itto…!” The audacity! He knows darn well how ticklish Ayato is there!

“C’moooon~ there’s a way out of this, y’know...” the oni teased, trying to persuade him to do… well, anything that wasn’t paperwork.

“Pfft~.. hgh..!”

“Gimmie attention!”

“Y-You already h-hahave it..!”

“Uh… well, I want more!”

Ayato tried to wiggle himself free, but Itto hugged him tighter and tickled him more, causing him to laugh and struggle. “Wahahahait! Nohohoho!”

“Tickle tickle~ heheheh…”

“Itto! Hahahahahaha! Stop it!”

“Why~? Changed your mind yet?”

“Ahahahahahaha! L-Lehehet’s tahahalk! Plehehease!”

“Uh-huh… hmph, fine.” Itto stopped his mischief, briefly letting go of Ayato as well.

“Ah.. heh… thank you.” Ayato cleared his throat. “Now, let us make a deal. You let me finish my work, and-”

“But that’ll take ages! I’ll have turned to dust by then, man! Or- or at least be asleep…!” Itto interrupted impatiently, crossing his arms.

“Please, let me speak… ahem, you let me finish, and I’ll give you kisses right now in return… and of course those cuddles I know you crave so much.” Ayato smiled and booped Itto’s nose to cheer him up.

“H-Huh? For real?!” It worked like a charm as Itto was quickly back to his energetic self.

“Yes, for real, my love.” Ayato felt happy to see the good results.

“Haha, noice!! Just don’t take too long~ or I might not let ya go!” Itto said with a playful expression, sticking his tongue out as he held his beloved close to himself once again.

“Hahaha, I’ll give you as much attention as your heart desires, my sweet…” he said, holding Itto close in return and kissing him softly, planting gentle smooches on his cheeks, his chin, his forehead… saving the best for last with a kiss on his lips. Itto loved the attention of course, smiling too much to properly kiss back, with both of them finding it rather amusing.

“There… are you satisfied~?” Ayato asked, his gaze full of love as he smiled at the oni.

“Hmm~… how about a hundred more?” Itto asked with a playful chuckle.

“Oh my, how greedy…” Ayato teased, giving him a quick tickle to the sides as he let go, making him jump.

“Ack! Hey!” Itto was quick to defend, covering his sides and taking a step back just in case.

“Hehe~ you’re fun to tease, my dear… but for now, I must unfortunately ask you to leave my office.” Ayato said with a gentle smile, hoping he’d would understand.

“Aw, you’re no fun…” Itto frowned.

“I’m sorry, darling. Could you please be patient?” Ayato asked gently with an understanding smile, stroking Itto’s cheek. “For me?”

“Hmm… fine~ I’ll try.” Itto said, smiling again before the two of them kissed once more.

“Good… I’ll come look for you when I’m done, okay?” Ayato smirked and gently stroked Itto’s cheeks with his thumbs.

“Okay! I- uh.. I’d say have fun, but this-… I don’t think that’s possible there.” Itto said, gesturing towards the paperwork.

“Haha… oh, you’re right. But it’ll all be worth it in the end, so don’t run off too far!” Ayato replied, looking forward to spending his free time with the love of his life.

“Pfft, hahahahaha! Well, when you’re done, y’know where to find me! .. unless I’m somewhere else!” Itto said with a loving smile, chuckling at his own joke.

“You little rascal…” Ayato shook his head with an affectionate look on his face.

“Hey! Who you callin’ little?” Itto retorted playfully, glaring at him for the funny.

“Oh, shush…” Ayato rolled his eyes. “You big, strong rascal… haha~” oh how he loved this man…

“Heheh, that’s better. Uh.. I’ll see ya later then!” Itto chuckled and headed for the door, glancing at his partner.

“Indeed. See you later, my dearest~” Ayato replied, smiling and waving him goodbye. With that, he was alone with his duties again.

After what felt like a thousand years for Itto, Ayato finally finished work and went out of his office to look for his darling oni. He knew he’d find him somewhere at the estate, but he was unsure where exactly.

Out of curiosity, he checked the time… oh gods, it’d been hours since they talked! It was already getting late, but thanks to that Ayato knew where to look now. He decided to check the bedroom, figuring Itto would be resting by now. And there he was, chilling in their shared bed as he waited for Ayato. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be asleep.

“Itto…?” Ayato carefully shut the door as he went in, checking on his lover. He thought he might be pretending since his eye mask was off. No matter, Ayato had to change his clothes before getting into bed anyway. He tried to make it quick, switching from his usual formal attire to his comfier sleepwear.

“Hmm…” He’d been glancing at Itto occassionally, just to see if he’d break the act. But there was no reaction, so Ayato shrugged it off and decided to get into the bed. As he sat next to his partner and leaned in to take a closer look,

“Boo!!” Itto suddenly scared Ayato, making him jolt back with a surprised expression.

“Ah! Goodness…!” Ayato chuckled as the shock wore off, somewhat relieved by the oni’s laughter.

“Hahahahahah! Gotcha~ ahahahaha!” He thought it was hilarious, already laughing up a storm.

“Oh, please…” Ayato rolled his eyes, ruffling Itto’s hair. “You rascal. That’s no way to treat your partner~”

“Hahahaha! You should’ve seen your face..!” Itto giggled, excited to finally spend time with Ayato.

“Shut up. Hahaha…!” Ayato made sure his tone was playful so Itto wouldn’t misunderstand.

“Hehe~ nuh-uh…” He’d calmed down from his giggling fit by now, stretching out before sitting up.

“Ayato! Hey! Um…” Itto would always get shy when asking for affection so directly.

“Yes, dear?” Ayato already knew.

“Heh… uh… c-can we cuddle?” It was cute how his cheeks turned red at such a simple request.

“Of course, love. I did promise, didn’t I?” Ayato laid down on his back, coaxing his darling to come over.

“Sweet!!” Itto laid with his arms tightly wrapped around Ayato, resting his head on his chest as if he were a pillow and listening to his heartbeat. It was such a calming sound, he thought as he nuzzled lovingly. Ayato softly ran his fingers through Itto’s hair, petting his head as he snuggled closer with a content smile.

“Are you comfortable, my dear?” Ayato asked softly.

“Mhm… you’re warm…” Itto replied, nuzzling his face into Ayato’s chest. “Are you comfy too?” he asked with a smile.

“Yes, I am.” Ayato replied with a smile, gently stroking his oni’s cheek.

“Mmkay, let me know if I get too heavy!” Itto said, somehow cuddling closer. This was their usual position as the oni’s weight helped reduce stress in the other man. A much-needed weighted blanket…

“Of course, darling. Now, just relax~” Ayato began gently scratching the top of Itto’s head. He knew his beloved oni really liked that feeling.

Ah, this was just perfect. The light was dim, the bed was cozy, and Ayato could take the next day off with ease. After such a long and stressful work day, the oni was like a big, happy blanket in his arms. The tight hug, the snuggles… Ayato felt so loved receiving this adoring affection. The two of them rested like this for a while with some light chatter, until Ayato felt a familiar sensation upon his waist…

“Ack-! Itto, w-what are you d-dohoing?” It seemed the oni had other plans for tonight… again.

“What? I’m just chillin’.” Itto said, totally not performing any mischievous actions.

“Pfft- I-Itto, s-stohop thahat..!” Ayato could feel fingers wiggling near his lower back. He tried to contain himself, but he was really ticklish in that area.

“Whaaaat? I’m not doing anything~” Itto teased, giggling to himself and hugging his beloved human closer.

“Pfft- i-it tihihickles! Mph- hehhehehe..!” Itto’s fingers kept increasing in speed, playfully wiggling and poking at Ayato’s lower back. It was really difficult to stay still.

“Hehe, what’s wrong?” Itto asked, grinning with amusement and looking at Ayato’s smiling face.

“Y-You’re t-tickling mehehEHE! ACK- nohOHOHOho!!” Itto started playfully vibrating his fingers into Ayato’s lower back and waist, earning himself lots of joyful laughter and adorable squirms.

“Alright, you got me! Tickle tickle tickle~” Itto teased, playfully sticking his tongue out while tickling his boyfriend silly.

“AhahahAHAHAhaha!! IttohohOHO!!” Ayato was trapped in that ticklish hug. Itto was too strong to escape from!

“Aw, what’s wrong, feeling giggly? Hmm? Hehehe! Your laugh is so cute~” Itto said, playfully burying his face into him.

“Hahahehehehe!! EEK! NOHOhOhohahahahAHA!!” The mixed sensations tickled so bad it made him squeal.

“Aww! Do that again, that was adorable! Hehehe!” Itto giggled and nuzzled him more, trying to get another squeal out of him.

“Ahahaha!! Ittohoho! StohohOHOP!!” Ayato struggled to somehow grab those tickling hands, but to no avail.

“Hehehe, okay, okay.” Itto stopped tickling and hugged Ayato tightly before pulling his arms free from under him. Then he laid back down, resting his head on the commissioner’s chest for a moment before asking, “Should I get off? You sound kinda winded right now…”

Ayato was still giggling a little bit while catching his breath. “Huff… haha…! N-No, it’s fihine…” Itto couldn’t help but giggle too, he thought Ayato was adorable.

“I love your laugh so much. You sound so happy! It’s so cute!” Itto said, smiling at him and pinching his cheek to tease.

“Oh, haha, thank you darling. That’s very sweet of you to say.” Ayato replied with a warm smile, blushing slightly and gently brushing Itto’s pinch away.

“Hmm… I wanna hear it again, hehe!” Itto said, playfully wiggling his fingers near Ayato’s waist.

“W-Wait, d-don’t you dahahare-! Ah! PffwhahahAHAHAHAhaha!!” He didn’t grab them fast enough before they latched onto his waist, tickling mercilessly.

“Tickle tickle tickle tickle! Mwahahahahahaha!” Itto just loved to play with Ayato, smiling and giggling along with that precious laughter.

“Ahahahahaha!! NoHOHOhahaha!! Plehehehease! StahaHAHAhahap!!” Ayato tried to push him away somehow, but it didn’t help. His squirming couldn’t save him from the oni’s vicious claws. Before stopping, Itto decided to playfully scribble all over his tummy. “Ticklish here?”

“Ittohohohoho!!” Ayato swatted at his hands, wrapping his arms around himself in defense. He hadn’t laughed this much in a long time…

“Alright, alright, I guess you can live for now. Heheh~…” Itto teased, stopping his ticklish torment and ruffling Ayato’s hair. “Your laughter is honestly so precious! I love it so much.” he added, playfully nuzzling Ayato’s neck while he caught his breath again.

“Haha.. hah… o-oh gods…!”

“You okay?” he said, pulling away to check on his lover.

“Ha… haha… please…! I need to rest…” Ayato replied with a tired smile, gently stroking Itto’s cheek.

“Hmm…” Itto smiled and closed his eyes, leaning his head into Ayato’s hand to feel his warmth.

“Hahaha, my, my… How adorable you are, my dear.” Ayato said, gently petting his face with both hands.

“Hehehe! Nuh-uhhh! You’re the adorable one here!” Itto replied, smiling and blushing softly. He was loving the affection!

“Uh-huh. I guess you’re the cutie then, since I’m adorable… right~?” Ayato teased, playfully ruffling the oni’s hair.

“No way! How dare you?” Itto said, giggling and trying to hide his growing blush. Damn, Ayato really knew how to make a man melt, huh?

“Hehe~ I love you so much, sweetheart…” Ayato said, gently pinching and playing with Itto’s ears for the funny.

“I love you t-toohoo-! pfft~ hey! That tickles!” Itto quickly sat up to defend his ears, feeling embarrassed.

“Haha, how could I resist? Your ears are simply adorable. Don’t you agree?” Ayato spoke with love in his voice and a genuine smile.

Itto’s face flushed red and he stuttering as he struggled to respond properly. He didn’t know if he should hide his face or his ears, feeling too flustered to think straight. It seems Ayato landed a critical hit.

“Aww, feeling shy, my dear? Hehe~ Come here, darling.” Ayato teased with a chuckle, inviting him to a hug so they’d resume their cuddles.

Itto huffed and hugged him tight, burying his blushing face into Ayato’s neck. “You’re mean…” he muttered. His face felt hot.

“Hahaha, I know… I’ll let you calm down, my love. It’s okay.” Ayato said, gently petting Itto’s head and holding him close. He’s surprisingly easy to fluster if you know what to compliment. He felt so loved he didn’t know what to do with himself, melting to the loving touch of Ayato.

“Are you alright, my sweet~?” Ayato asked softly, running his fingers through Itto’s hair.

“Mm~… yeah… I love you~” Itto said, feeling so happy and loved.

“Aw… I love you too, sweetheart.” Ayato smiled softly, gently stroking Itto’s back, making him melt slowly. The two of them stayed like this for a while longer, until Ayato noticed how restless his darling seemed. He kept adjusting himself slightly, small and subtle movements that indicated he couldn’t stay still.

“Hey… darling? Are you feeling a bit bored by any chance?” Ayato asked, softly petting his head.

“Hmm~…” he seemed to like that.

“Say… would you like to switch places?” Ayato could tell why Itto was restless…

“Hm…? Yeah~ sure.” Itto replied, squeezing him in a hug for a little while before letting go and rolling to the side.

“Thank you, dear.” Ayato said, smiling at his lover and moving closer to him.

“Heheh, c’mere!” Itto felt impatient and simply pulled Ayato into the cuddles, letting him lay on top while hugging him tight.

“Oomph- hahaha…! Be careful, darling…” Ayato chuckled and adjusted his position to get more comfortable.

“Nuh-uhh~!” Itto kissed his forehead.

“Aww, look at you~” Ayato smiled, lightly stroking Itto’s cheeks. “So cute… I could eat you up.” he teased, deciding to unleash some mischief of his own by nuzzling and nibbling on Itto’s neck before he could react.

“Pfft- hahahaha! Hehehey! Thaha- EEK! Thahahat tihicklehehes!!” Itto protested through his surprised giggling fit, letting go of the hug and playfully trying to push Ayato’s face away.

“Hmm~ that’s too bad… hold still, please.” Ayato replied, nuzzling even more because yes.

“Hahahahahaha! Noooohahahaha! It tickles!!”

“I know~…” Ayato teased, lightly tickling Itto’s side and blowing air into his ear, raising the pitch of those adorable giggles.

“Eeek!! Hehehehahahahaha!! Nahahahaha- nahahat the ehehear!! Hehahahahahaha!!” Itto squirmed and tried to tilt his head away and cover his ear somehow, but Ayato had grabbed his wrist to prevent that.

“Oh, you’re so ticklish, darling. It’d be a shame if someone were to use that against you~” Ayato teased, blowing a small raspberry on his cheek.

“Hehehehehe!! Stohop teasing mehehehe!!” Itto complained, smiling and blushing from embarrassment while playfully pushing Ayato’s face away.

“What’s wrong, love? Can’t take what you dish out? What a shame~” he teased, gently tickling the oni’s ribs, eventually sitting up on his thighs while increasing the ticklish intensity. Suddenly, before the giggling Itto could register what was happening, Ayato started mercilessly tickling all over his tummy and abs, admiring his lover’s adorably happy and confused expression as he exploded into boisterous laughter and squirms.

“Aww, such a sweet smile you have, my love~” Ayato cooed, scribbling around all over the place.

“AAH!! EeheehehahAHAHAHAHA!! IT TICKLES!!” Itto squealed, laughing like a child and kicking his legs.

“Hmm, does it tickle here too?” Ayato asked, using one hand to quickly tickle his bellybutton. Itto let out another surprised squeal before laughing his ass off, squirming around.

“EEK!! Y-YEHEHEHEHEHEHESSS!! IHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLEHEHEHES!!”

“Tickle tickle tickle, you silly oni~” Ayato teased, scratching and vibrating his fingers into the oni’s lower ribs, laughing to himself as Itto let out a playful scream and threw his head back to laugh louder. He was really ticklish in that area, which was rather obvious with how his squirming and wild kicking increased.

“HWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!!” Itto’s hands latched onto Ayato’s wrists in a playful attempt to pull the tickling hands away, which worked after a few seconds.

“My, my, you’re quite the wiggler, hehe. Now, would you kindly release my wrists, my sweet prince~?” Ayato asked with a smug smile.

“Ehehe! Nuh uh! Pfft- Y-You’re gonna have to break free yoursehelf!” Itto replied, still giggling like a madman.

“But didn’t you want to get tickled, silly? I thought that was the whole reason for your tickle attacks earlier.”

“Uh… um..” Itto’s face started to turn red. How did he know?!

“I’ve just been noticing a pattern.” Did Ayato just read his thoughts? Itto remained silent, he didn’t know what to say. “By now you’d surely know such mischief results in tickles, right~?”

Itto started giggling again. Turns out his true intentions were obvious all along! How silly!“I-I’m allowed to fight back! Eheh! G-Good luck tickling me without hands, hahaha!” He laughed to himself and gave Ayato a cocky smile, thinking he had achieved some kind of victory.

“Oh… I still have quite a few tricks up my sleeves, darling.” Ayato said, giving Itto a very mischievous smile that sent chills down his spine. What was he planning?

“Pfft- as if! Y-You’re bluffing!” Itto challenged, trying to stay cool.

“Just wait and see, my love~” Ayato began leaning closer. Itto didn’t quite understand what was going on until Ayato started to softly kiss and nuzzle his abs. Itto blushed and tried his hardest not to giggle. Yeah, it felt nice and all, but he was too ticklish hold still. It got worse when Ayato began kissing down to his belly instead.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Feeling ticklish?” He teased, hearing his lover snicker.

“Snrk- n-nope!” Itto replied quickly, stifling his giggles and holding Ayato’s wrists tightly. He mustn’t let go, or he’ll lose the game!

“Oh, what a shame.” Ayato replied, picking a different method...

“Mhm-hmhmhm pfft- wahahahait!! EEK! Nahahahahat thahahahahat!!” Itto shook his head and burst into a wild giggling fit as Ayato started to nibble at his belly and abs. It tickled so bad his legs kicked like crazy… or at least as much as they could while trapped under Ayato.

“I’m hungry, you have to share some of that. Don’t be greedy now~” Ayato teased, flustering the poor oni while softly biting at the sensitive skin.

“BUHUHUHUT IT TICKLES!!” Itto squealed, blushing like a cherry and giggling frantically.

“I know, darling. But sharing is caring~” Ayato replied, enjoying his ticklish meal.

“Eehehehehehe- *hic* nohohoho!!” He’d never admit how much he loved it. There was something extra loving and special about Ayato tickling him with kisses and such. He felt like the luckiest man in the world.

“Oh, you’re just so cute I could eat you right up!” Ayato said playfully. His nibbles eventually made their way up to Itto’s sensitive ribs, making him squirm more and laugh louder. Some more soft bites and ticklish squeals later, Ayato stopped so his darling oni could breathe.

“There~… You really are adorable, you know that?” Ayato said with a gentle smile, his wrists still held in Itto’s hands.

“Haha… hah… hehe…! Is that all you got?!” Itto challenged, giggling to himself as he caught his breath. He was loving this game so far!

“Really now? You want me to go for the kill already, do you?” Ayato raised an eyebrow, surprised at how fast his boyfriend had recovered.

“Pfft, your hands are mine! What are you gonna do ‘bout it, huh?” Itto had an attitude about it, secretly hoping to rile him up.

“Oh, my dear… Don’t you need a breather first?” Ayato asked, making sure to double-check before proceeding.

“Heh… nah, I’m having fun! I can take anything!!” Itto replied with a big ol’ grin, not ready to surrender yet.

“We’ll see about that~” Ayato inhaled and leaned down to Itto’s tummy again.

“Ah- w-wahait nohohoho! N-Nohot thahat!! Don’t you dahahahare!!” Itto quickly realized what was about to happen, giggling and squirming in anticipation. His giggles quickly turned into boisterous laughter again once Ayato began blowing raspberries on him. The commissioner found it very amusing how Itto would throw his head back to let out playful screams and loud laughter with each raspberry. They were both having lots of fun with this! “AAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Itto eventually let go of Ayato’s wrists to try and push him away. “It tickles~!!”

“I know, darling, I know.” Ayato replied, playfully tickling his ribs and sides while nuzzling his abs, blowing one last raspberry right on his bellybutton. “Ready to give up~?”

Unfortunately, Itto was starting to feel overstimulated and couldn’t handle it anymore. They’d both overestimated how much stamina the oni had left. “AAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Y-YEHEHEHES!! IHIHIT’S TOO MUHUHUHUCH!!”

As soon as he heard that, Ayato instantly stopped tickling and sat up, giving him a caring smile and loving strokes to help get rid of the leftover tingles while calming him down.

“It’s okay, darling. It’s okay. Breathe. You’ve had enough now…” he said with a gentle voice, getting off of Itto’s legs.

“Ahah… heh… huff… hehe…” Itto still had a smile on his face, which Ayato felt relieved to see. Had he truly been pushed over the edge, he would’ve looked sad instead.

“There you go… deep breaths, sweetheart…” Ayato soothed, helping him relax as the two breathed together. “Phew… haha…” After the oni had calmed down, Ayato kissed him on the forehead and asked, “Did you have fun?”

“Heh… y-yeah…! I needed that…” Itto giggled slightly, rubbing his eyes.

“I’m glad to hear that. I can’t get enough of that sweet laughter you have. It’s such a wonderful sound.” Ayato said, gently squishing Itto’s face with his hands and softly pinching his cheeks. He couldn’t resist the cute aggression.

“Pff, stooooppp! Let go!” Itto protested playfully, a bit flustered from such a compliment.

“Hehe~ you sweet little thing…” Ayato kissed his forehead, smiling lovingly at him. Such a cutie…

“Sh-Shut up…” Itto blushed and avoided eye contact.

“Would you like to cuddle, my dear? Or should I get you some water first?” Ayato asked, still petting the oni and playing with his face gently.

“Hmn… I don’t need water… I think…” Itto replied, adjusting to lay on his side instead. He seemed sleepy after all that chaos, so Ayato laid down next to him. “Are you sure…?” he asked softly.

“Heh… yeah… I just need you~” Itto replied with a smug look before the two of them adjusted together, resuming their original cuddle position. Itto laid atop Ayato, this time high up enough to nestle his face into his neck.

“Are you comfortable, my dearest~?” Ayato asked, stroking his back softly. Itto let out a satisfied hum, nuzzling Ayato gently.

“Mm~… Ayato..? Could you.. uh.. y’know…” Itto had a request, but struggled to express it.

“Yes, dear? Use your words~” Ayato replied, softly squeezing the oni in his arms to help him feel secure.

After a little while of mental preparing, Itto asked shyly, “Um… could you- uh… t-tickle my back too? … p-please?” He always felt embarrassed when asking directly.

“Oh? Hehe, of course, my dear. Just relax~…” Ayato said soothingly, softly tracing and gently scratching Itto’s back all the way up and down with slow and caring motions. The sensation felt very relaxing, only a little bit ticklish as Itto let out occassional chuckles here and there, melting to the touch.

“Hm… good night, my dearest…” Ayato said softly, teasingly tracing over Itto’s sides and waist as well, though he was gentle enough to keep him relaxed and calm.

“Mm~… heh~… night night~” Itto hugged him tighter, burying his face into his neck before slowly loosening as he started falling asleep. He shivered a little bit and let out soft, quiet giggles, but not a single protest or complaint. Ayato hummed a soft tune for him as well, lulling him to sleep.

Ah… this was just perfect. The soft breaths and quiet chuckles from his partner, the reassuring pressure of laying under him like this; it felt so comforting and cozy. This really was the perfect way to spend a night after such a long workday. Ayato felt like the happiest man in the world, holding the love of his life as he lulled him to sleep with the gentlest of tickles.

Itto sure is lucky his back isn’t a death spot unlike Ayato’s… It’s a silly thing to think about.

[downtowns-universe]

Oc-tober day 23

Twilight

*

“Hey kiddo, watcha doing out here?”

Aerina looked up from where she was crouching on hands and knees in the dirt.

“Looking at bugs.”

“Oh, really?” Dai crouched down next to her. “What are they doing?”

“Just walking. Sometimes carrying stuff. I like blocking their path ‘cause it makes them all confused, but then they find a way around it.”

Dai observed the trail of ants, which went across or around several rocks, leaves and whatever other items his daughter had been able to find. On the ground not far from her lay a small notebook with a pencil, which she’d clearly forgotten about as it had dirt and leaves all over it.

He picked it up and brushed off some of the dirt. It was one of her school worksheets. At the top it was labelled “animals around my house”. Below that, it read “KITY”, but the rest of the page was empty.

“What’s this?” he asked, holding it up.

“My homework for tomorrow.”

“Shouldn’t you get started on that?”

“I will, in a minute.”

“It will be dark in a minute; it’s almost your bedtime. How about we fill it out together?”

She let out a long, dramatic sigh, as only a 5-year-old could, and pushed herself up from the ground.

“I guess the ants will have to survive without me,” she shrugged.

“I’m sure they’ll be fine,” he smiled. “That’s one more animal to put on the list.”

He handed her the booklet back. “ANTS” she scrawled on it – only the “N” was backwards.

“Now what other animals have you seen today?”

“There was a biiiiiiiig spider next to the door. But I acted like I didn’t see it, so it probably went away.”

“Maybe,” Dai nodded, pretending to understand this logic. “But we can still write it down.”

She scribbled some more, the tip of her tongue sticking out of her mouth.

“What else? Did you see any birds?”

She thought about this for a bit.

“Not today, but there were small birds when I put out bread that one time, and then a big crow showed up and took it aaaaaaall the way to the top of the tree!”

“I remember,” Dai smiled. “Then you put out more bread because you felt bad for them.”

“Because they were so small. It’s really hard to get what you want when you’re small.”

Dai was impressed by this little bit of wisdom while watching her write down “BURDS”, when she suddenly jumped up, pointing.

“Look, a bird!”

From the corner of his eye, Dai caught something fluttering through the air. A moment later he saw another, merely a silhouette against the twilight sky.

“It’s a little late for birds, but do you know what else likes to fly around, especially when it gets dark out?”

She thought for a moment.

“People think they’re a little spooky,” he hinted.

“Bats!”

“That’s right! They’re out hunting for tasty bugs.”

She added the bats to her list, while keeping an eye on the sky in case she’d miss any flying over.

“That should be enough for your homework, don’t you think?”

She nodded, then frowned as she realised this likely meant she had to go to bed.

“Can we watch the bats a little longer? Pleeeaaase?”

Dai sighed.

“Alright, then. But come here, it’s getting chilly.”

She snuggled up to him, occasionally pointing out a bat flying over, counting them. After twenty or so, he thought she was getting suspiciously quiet and realised she’d fallen asleep on his lap.

He picked her up and carried her inside, smiling to himself.

[yourlocalbadgerscales]

Jegulus microfic ~ I think I’m in love

(Imma make this cheesy af just because it’s Jegulus, this is 100% what happened btw but like- not as cheesy. I think. Lol?? Anygays.)

”Come on, James! Pleeeaaase?”

”No.” James felt his cheeks heat up. ”Fuck- I don’t want to.”

”Come onnn”, Sirius said, his eyes twinkling mischievously as he narrowed them and leaned in closer. “Please, Jamie?”

“I don’t know which song to pick!”

“Pleasepleaseplease.”

“They’re all so… ugh, no I can’t sing any one of them. It’ll be so awkward.”

Sirius gave him his best puppy eyes. James sighed heavily.

“Fucking fine, I guess.”

“Really?” Sirius beamed at him. “That’s awesome! Hurry up, let’s go choose a song for you right now!” Sirius grabbed James by the wrist and pulled him eagerly towards the table with sticky notes, quills and a catalogue. James didn’t even try to break free. It was too late for that now.

A few minutes later, and James was, if possible, even more stressed than earlier.

“But look Jamie, HOT TO GO! is an option!”, Sirius whined. “Why won’t you just take that one?”

“I, er, I don’t want to sing those lyrics… in front of people”, James murmured, and Sirius gave him a strange look. James wasn’t usually afraid to sing The Real Slim Shady at the top of his lungs in the boys dorms, so to think that lyrics was what stopped him now… not likely. Sirius didn’t ask any more about it, though.

Which was good, because James had no intentions of telling him that Chappell Roan was his go-to artist whenever he was thinking about his crush. A crush Sirius had no idea existed. After all, what he didn’t know couldn’t hurt him. James would rather it stayed that way.

After a few more minutes of frantic searching in the catalogue with options, James was this close to giving up. Such a shame, because Sirius had actually managed to hype him up enough to look forward to singing in front of a small crowd tonight. The Gryffindor common room was full of people in the mood to party. There was one person who returned again and again to scream a few songs, and every now and then a new group of giggling girls would show up and sing something together.

Suddenly Sirius said “Aha!”, and he looked up from the catalogue with a triumphant grin plastered across his face. “Don’t! Stop me now…”, he hummed to himself, and James beamed at him.

“Queen?”

“Yes! Come on James, you know that one!”

“I don’t think I’m that good at it, though-“

“Oh, bullshit! Don’t Stop Me Now, it is.” Sirius scribbled something down on a piece of paper and rushed towards the small stage that someone had put in the corner of the room. James reckoned they’d transformed a teacup or something. He groaned and buried his face in his hands when he saw Sirius handing Marlene the piece of paper, and she looked over at him and waved excitedly when she’d read it. James sighed to himself.

And suddenly it was James’s turn to sing.

He walked over to the stage on shaky legs, and Marlene handed him a microphone. For some reason she was in charge of the karaoke for tonight.

“Good luck, James!”, she said, eyes wide, and James tried his best to smile at her. “You nervous?”

“Yeah”, he admitted in a low voice. “But… I kind of look forward to it?” This was something he hadn’t admitted to Sirius.

Oh, if Sirius knew who James had been staring at the whole night… a certain someone who was seated in a chair against a wall, looking bored out of his mind but also kind of… nervous? And tired. Somehow he still managed to look gorgeous. How did Regulus even pull that off?

What were the Slytherins even doing here? James didn’t know, all he knew was that no one dared to go near them and tell them to fuck off. Sirius hadn’t acknowledged his younger brother for the whole night, and Regulus hadn’t looked at Sirius either. He didn’t look at anyone, really, just stared blankly at a wall as his two best Slytherin friends were snogging right next to him.

James realised he was staring at the curly haired boy again, and he quickly looked back at Marlene.

“You ready?”, she asked him, suddenly looking very serious. James swallowed.

“Yes.”

“Okay. You’re gonna do great.”

“Y-yeah.”

James slowly turned to face the room. Not many people were looking at him. He really didn’t mind. For some reason, all that mattered to him was that one person in particular was listening. He did his best to not even glance towards Regulus, but only at Sirius. His best friend was sitting on the edge of his seat, and he did two thumbs up towards James while grinning widely. Even Remus had looked up from the book in his lap and was watching James over Sirius’s shoulder.

When the music began playing, James quickly turned his focus towards the mic in his hand, and when he raised it to his mouth his hand was trembling slightly. This wasn’t like him.

But he managed to hit all the notes, and even better, his voice didn’t crack once. He was grateful for the darkness in the room, it meant he didn’t have to see anyone too clearly.

The uneasiness melted away pretty quickly, and James found himself letting go of it completely and giving in to the temptation to dance a little bit. No one made any noise, and he didn’t mind.

At the end it was hard to keep up with the speed of the song, but James managed to finish it without being completely out of breath. Someone cheered when the music stopped, and James just knew it was Sirius. A few other people were smiling at him, someone had started dancing.

For some reason, James still didn’t manage to look over at Regulus. How come he could easily sing in front of a crowd, but he was too scared to look at one single person?

“FUCK YEAH YOU NAILED IT JAMIE”, Sirius yelled as James approached him with a small smile on his lips.

The compliment was all James needed. He was smiling widely now, a sudden rush of excitement filling him.

A few more people sang some karaoke after James, and the whole room was buzzing with excitement in between songs. Pretty much everyone sang along, but James was the loudest of everyone.

And just like that it was time for the last song. Some group of Ravenclaw girls stood up and took the mic, fighting about who should hold it. And when the song started playing, James immediately recognised it. It wasn’t a song he could sing particularly well, though, so he decided to stay silent and just listen and vibe to it.

He looked across the room, his gaze landing on Regulus. The boy was still looking rather uneasy, his hands in his lap as he stared at the floor. Everyone in the room sung about true love and the thrill of it at the top of their lungs, and James tried to join them, but seeing Regulus unhappy made him unhappy as well.

Crouch and Rosier had stopped snogging to sing along. Regulus was the only one who didn’t seem to cheer up. Sirius was screaming in James’s ear, and Remus was telling him to shut the hell up, but James only had eyes for the boy with the dark curls and the grey, grey eyes.

Who had hurt him enough to make him look like he was going to be sick at the mere mention of love?

James was just about to look away when the bridge started playing. The volume increased in the room as everyone sang with all their might, and the roof almost lifted in Gryffindor common room at one of the only lines James actually knew from the song:

“Baby, I think I’m in love…”

One second James’s ears were filled with the sound of a whole room of people singing in unison, and the loudness was almost too much for him… he grimaced… and then every sound was drowned out by complete silence that soon turned into a ringing in James’s head.

A flash of silver, and Regulus Black finally moved his gaze from the floor and looked directly at James, meeting his stare.

Baby, I think I’m in love…

James’s breath hitched in his throat and he shut his mouth with a snap.

The moment only lasted for about a second, and then Regulus’s eyes widened with the realisation that James had seen his look. And just like that, the flash of silver was gone. Regulus had turned his attention to the floor again.

James was struggling to breath.

Baby, I think I’m in love…

Was it a coincidence? Just like all the other times?

Was it a coincidence, like it had been when James caught Regulus staring at him, not once, not twice and not even three times, but about ten times only this week? In the hallways, in the Great Hall, at Quidditch practice…

Was it a coincidence, like it had been when Regulus approached him the other day only to suddenly turn to Peter (who was standing next to James) to say:

“I er, er… move out of the way, Pettigrew”.

Then Regulus had shoved him aside and walked straight past them, his shoulder bumping into James’s.

Was it a coincidence? Were all of there incidents coincidences, or had James just told himself that?

What about that one time right after a Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin, when Regulus had stepped off his broom alongside his teammates and muttered under his breath:

“Pass me the apple underneath the bleachers, Potter. It’s right behind you.”

James had blinked one time, whispered a nervous “Uh, yeah, sure” and turned to grab the apple off the ground. He then turned back and handed Regulus it. The boy gave him a quick nod and then left.

James heard a Slytherin player shout after him:

“Hey, Reg! That was my apple, you have your own in your pocket, remember? For fuck’s sake.”

It meant something, didn’t it?

No, of course it didn’t…. but what if it did? But why would it? But how else could it all be explained?

The rest of the night James kept requesting more and more Chappell Roan songs, enjoying the delighted look on Marlene’s face every time.

@cheekyboybeth @poppy-petals17 @chewingonsneakers

The urge I have rn to just rant to y’all about my crush and the progress I’ve made write a Jegulus microfic based on my ”interaction” with my crush last night.

… should I do it 😭

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

your name: Victor Trevor

Romantic or platonic?: Romantic

A night in or dinner out or an activity?: I think we go out enough as it is. I like the idea of spending the night in together.

Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: The latter sounds more delightful, not to mention you could bite into one while I'm holding it between my lips.

What's your perfect date?: Spending the evening at your place perhaps, and playing some relaxing music while we prepare our dinner together.

Would you cook for me?: I would love to, but I'm afraid I've never had an excuse to cook before now.

Would you let me cook for you?: Absolutely. I have more faith in your cooking than mine, anyway.

Can we make-out?: I would hold it against you if we didn't.

Make out in private or in public?: Private would be preferable.

Do you like to cuddle?: With you? Always.

Blankets or no blankets for cuddling?: The former.

Couch or bed?: Bed would be more comfortable and convenient.

What are at least 3 hobbies of yours?: Drawing, reading, playing the piano, collecting certain flowers and stones during my walks.

Tell me something about you no else knows: I attempt at writing poetry from time to time, especially when I'm inspired by a particular someone.

Why do you want to be my valentine?: Because I can't imagine being anyone else's.

What makes you a good Valentine?: I can be an attentive companion, and I would spare nothing when it comes to your happiness.

RP MUSE VALENTINE’S APPLICATION: ACCEPTING

II @vxctorx

"A nigh' in with ye' filled with a home-cooked meal, strawberries, and music-- which I hope ye' and I can dance to in the privacy of our home. Tha' sounds like a perfect Valentines Day. I cannae' imagine a be'er idea. If you'd like, I can show ye' how to make some lovely roast. We can then pair it with a red wine, maybe."

"Also, ye' write poetry? I had no idea ye' wrote poetry. Seriously, is there anythin' ye' cannae' do? Remind me again how somebody as talented as ye' decided to end up with an idiot like me. Either way, y'know this means I'm really keen to hear one of yer' brilliant poems now. Och, pleeeaaase, Vic?"

[bittersweetmorality]

— aizawa boyfriend headcannons

☾ genre: headcannons

☾ pairing: aizawa shota x gn!reader

☾ warnings: none !! all fluff ! (hints at manga spoilers, but no details or anything about it is actually said)

☾ a/n: HIHI ! i have like 9 other drafts that i’m working on and they’re all for Bungou Stray Dogs 😁 but enjoy this Aizawa brainrot i love him gn.

☾ ALSO ! NSFW headcannons for aizawa will be coming soon as a separate post !!

☾ W/C: 1,373

— SFW

okay i’m sick of all the mfs that say that aizawa is just an emotionless asshole

HE. IS. NOT.

ON MY MAMA HE IS A SWEETHEART DEEP DOWN. IN HIS OWN WAY.

he’s not really outwardly affectionate— especially not at first

mostly because his love language is acts of service and words of affirmation

no i will not take criticism because i am right

HOWEVER of course i shall elaborate 😁

he is a bitter man because of his past (if y’all read the MHA manga... you know 😐.)

but he would not insult someone he genuinely cares about

and obviously he cares about you bae

so words of affirmation is a constant with him— and honestly it just comes out naturally, he doesn’t even force it

and it’s a lot of reassurance too— reminding you that he does care about you despite the fact that he isn’t very good at expressing it

he also doesn’t explicitly say that he loves you most of the time, just ‘cause he’s afraid of the term yaknow

he kinda plays around with words that basically mean the same thing tho 😁

“i’m very proud of you”

“you’re the only one i want”

“how are you feeling?”

“do you need anything from me? are you tired?”

speaking of which

his love language of acts of service said HELLOOOO

he just wants you to be happy and comfortable

but he’s also pretty lazy 😐

so it’s kinda acts of service but in the back of his mind he hopes that the things that make you happy n comfy are easily attainable 🧍

but when i say he’s lazy and that isn’t gunna change for ANYONE .

🧍.

yeah sorry

my mans wants his naps regardless if you want attention like just nap with him

he’s very very okay with that

AND UHHH CUDDLING .

he isn’t big on like hugs or pda or holding hands when it comes to physical affection

but CUDDLING WHILE NAPPING AND SLEEPING?? YES.

he loves that so much omg

like he knows that you’re alone and he’s allowed to be vulnerable around you, and no one is around except the two of you

and your cats

but we’ll get that later

he’s always the big spoon

not because he’s embarrassed or anything he doesn’t really give a fuck about shame in this situation

he just finds it more comfy to hold you rather than the other way around

because he cuddled his pillow for so long that’s just his natural sleeping position

you can tear that headcannon from my cold dead hands and i don’t want to hear it outta any of you

anyway

he’s such a heavy sleeper that he does NOT move an INCH at night

so if you ever have to get up to pee or just generally move around a lot while you sleep he doesn’t care

it literally cannot bother him 😐 he is dead to the world

also he doesn’t dream at all he just 😐 he sleep

he likes to hear about your dreams though if you have them ^_^ you guys talk all about it in the morning and the way he looks at you when you talk ☹️🥺

like in any situation ☹️🥺 he just listening to you talk about things you enjoy— he could listen to your voice all day

he doesn’t really reply much, but you know he’s listening

ANYWAY back to the CATS !!

you have two cats

one cat favors aizawa and one favors you

it’s no surprise that the cat that likes aizawa more has the same personality as you, and the cat that has the same personality as aizawa likes you more

obviously they love you both but like, if they had to choose a lap while you’re both on the couch, you can guess what happens

he loves the cats so much

genuinely he worries for them all the time

the only time he calls you is to check on the cats when he randomly gets anxious about them

“hi. are you home right now?”

“yes hun, i’m on my lunch break,”

“are the cats okay?”

“...yes they’re with me right now?”

“are you sure.”

“.....do you want me to put them up to the phone?”

“yes.”

anyway DATES.

they’re mostly lazy dates (obviously)

he likes the casual aspect of relationships, so that extravagant shit is wasted on him, especially when it comes to dates

he likes to order in, or cook (preferably with you) and watch a movie with the cats

the cats are in fact a requirement

and yes he will cuddle you on the couch while the movie plays, and honestly sometimes he finds himself barely focusing on the movie, just looking down at you laying on his chest and simply admiring you

he's a softie deep down

a big fat softie

also kisses with aizawa???

soft. so Soft™

he's just a very delicate person at heart, so kisses are just the same

he cups your cheeks and plants kisses on your lips and nose all. the. time.

he loves kisses but usually he doesn't initiate them, so you better grow some BALLS and kiss your man

he will kiss you right back instantly

he also isn't very private about his life

but also?? kind of??

like he definitely doesn't make any effort to hide his relationship with you from the rest of the UA staff and students, but obviously he isn't parading you around and shouting from the rooftops

he finds it really stupid for someone to actively hide their significant other from people

like??? make sure to tell people they're yours?? why would you hide that you dumbass

speaking of which aizawa is super protective

he DEF isn't possessive, like "don't you dare talk to that guy or i will kill him" type like some of y'all make him out to be

i see you and i hate you .

he just wants to keep you safe, so he looks out for you constantly

he trusts you not to be possessive, but his natural instincts from past trauma (again, manga reader know) make him look out for people he cares about

and that always includes you

OVERALL

100/10 boyfriend someone kiss him for me </3

"shota?" you called from the kitchen, trying to gather all of the snacks you had organized onto the counter in your arms. there were too many bags, so many that it would definitely be impossible for you to carry them all in one go-- and that was obvious, since every attempt to gather everything was futile. you groaned as the items tumbled out of your grasp for the umpteenth time, "shota, hun can you help?"

"hm? what's wrong?" you heard a monotonous grunt from the living room.

"i can't carry everything myself, and i really don't feel like taking multiple trips," there was no response. you sighed, "pleeeaaase??"

"i'm busy. my hands are full too."

"ugh, he's sitting on the couch, what could he possibly be busy with?" you mutter to yourself through your teeth.

finally, you decide to simply create a makeshift bag out of your shirt, flipping it up inside-out. you quickly place all of your snacks, and speed to where your lazy boyfriend sat in the other room to stop anything from falling.

you aimlessly let everything tumble out of your grasp, the sounds of plastic hitting your wooden coffee table in front of the couch.

"see? you didn't need my help," you could hear the smug smile on his face even if you weren't looking.

"well, you know how much easier it would've been if y-" you begin to whine, but as you look up to face aizawa completely, you realize why he refused to get up. two little cats were curled up on his blanket-covered lap, their bellies rising and falling gently. you tentatively made your way to sit beside him, carefully plopping onto the cushion.

"so you really were busy then, huh?"

he wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to lean your head into the crook of his neck, careful not to move his lap in the process, "well, you know i wouldn't lie to you."

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[allylikethecat]

THIS NEW NOW WE'RE CLEAN CHAPTER. every single thing you post i think 'this one's the best' then you post something else and its BETTER im gonna explode. starting with soft morning sex please theyre SO SWEET. ok. right. its time for a terribly long ask with lots of yelling. YES

His engagement ring sat heavy on his finger, he stared at it obsessively, as if concerned George was going to take it back.

matty NO he would die for u hes not gonna take it back ☹️ pls no the way george is so kind to him and hes Still anxious im gonna actually die LIKE. i dont even know. i just. love it. like Thinks theyre unloveable + Loves them like it's breathing or whatever it is IT'S THEEMM

He couldn’t help but be at least a little pleased that that meant he was still special. George had pressed a kiss to the side of his head when Matty had told him, meeting up again in the waiting room and requested that maybe it would be better if his ulcers were less special.

sweetest couple award goes to. matty i promise he thinks youre special in literally every other way u dont need ulcers to prove it. their dynamic is so sweet though like matty being like "stomc ulcr :)" and george being like "queen ! that is not good !" i LOVE THEM

“You liked the last surprise,” he said, pressing the gas as the light changed color.

“What are you talking about?” Matty asked, his brow furrowed. George knew how he felt about surprises, and had gotten better at just not.

“When I asked you to marry me,” he said softly, reaching over and grabbing Matty’s hand, holding over the center console as he drove.

STOP IT. 😭❤️holding his hand❤️😭 😭❤️asking him to marry him❤️😭 😭❤️george KNOWING he'll like it❤️😭 genuinely u dont get how much i love them this is the best thing ever written i need you put in every library on the planet u need multiple awards u need all the awards u need to collect them like pokemon im gonna LOSE IT. genuinely just this is so soft i cant take it

“Yes,” she said, “you’re here to look at kittens, correct?”

i need to be left alone to cry for at least three days. THEYRE GETTING A KITTEN im literally gonna die. ally u cant do this this is the best thing ive eVER READ.

George didn’t like cats. George didn’t like pets, and especially not pets owned by Matthew deeming him too irresponsible for an animal.

THEYRE GETTING A PET ANS GWORGE DOESNT LIEK PETS im losing it ive lost it im gone. pls he loves matty so much and just !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i need this made into a seven part film series all two hours each soundtracked by mitski RIGHT NOW. or maybe clairo idk i feel like theyd fit. anyway. just the fact george loves him so much hes willing to get a cat with him PLEEEAAASE im gonna die

“I can keep it?”

i cannot word it but this line is going to send me off on a screaming rampage im about to tell my irls about this STOOOPPPPPPP. hes so insecure in himself he cant even imagine being able to keep a cat i CANT DEAL

Matty shrugged. “Adult cats need homes too,” he said, crouching down to let a small tuxedo cat come and sniff his shoes, meowing bravely at him but not letting Matty pet him. He didn’t mention that the adult cats reminded him of himself, damaged goods but desperate to be loved, more than he wanted to admit. “Plus, everyone wants a kitten.”

+

Hesitantly, a small tabby jumped down from a perch in the corner, so high up that they hadn’t even initially realized it was there. She was missing part of her left ear, as well as her left eye, the scar looking old and well healed. Matty swallowed hard as she seemed to size him up.

As if deciding he was worthy, She padded delicately over to him, and settled herself down onto his thigh. She cocked her head as if to say aren’t you going to pet me now? Matty smiled and did just that, lightly running his fingers down her back. She started purring and his heart melted. She was missing part of her ear.

AJKAKSJJSKSJ. PARALLELS. THEYRE BOTH A BIT FUCKED UP AND THEYRE BOTH A BIT MESSY AND THEY LOVE EACH OTHER AND THEY ARE TWINS AND CHAOS IS MATTY IN CAT FORM. i actually think ive died

ok. i think im done. but i may come back with more. this is the best thing ive ever read i want it tattooed. enjoy your day and. i cant think. think about horses 🐴 <- for u ok bye bye ur the best

OH MY GOODNESS: First off thank you so much for sending me such a long, and lovely and supportive ask omg I was literally going !!! the entire time I read it. Thank you SO MUCH!

LOL Fictional!Matty would have enjoyed some more soft morning sex but alas Fictional!George had PLANS and once he found out it involved him getting a cat he was less angry about it. (I like to think that Fictional!George had all of the supplies for said cat hidden in the downstairs closet so that he would be READY when they brought their new pet home and despite opening that closet multiple times Fictional!Matty is oblivious and didn't notice any of the shopping bags)

Being engaged is still something that Fictional!Matty never really thought he would have? Like yes he has wanted to marry Fictional!George since they were teenagers and he loves him SO MUCH but he is just so blown away by the fact that Fictional!George feels the same way? And also that he had held onto the ring for so many years through multiple different relationships? His anxiety makes him feel like it's fake but he's working on it.

Fictional!Matty is just glad that someone appreciated his stomach ulcers, he worked really hard on them and they caused him a lot of pain.

Fictional!George saw those pictures of Matty with the cats that we all saw and he also melted. He was like I will be acquiring one of those for Fictional!Matty. Despite all the work they have done on their relationship (and Fictional!Matty has done on himself) some of the hurtful things Fictional!George has said about him / to him still haunt him (specifically the whole being immature and irresponsible thing) and Fictional!George has aways been adamant that he didn't like cats so poor Fictional!Matty is having his mind blown right now. He's like ah yes this is so painful Fictional!George took me to the shelter to play with kittens but I don't get to take one home, the thought was there but wow this hurts so bad. Meanwhile Fictional!George has like three cat trees hidden in that closet.

YAY for Fictional!Matty choosing the pet that is most like him 😂 Chaos and Fictional!Matty both has some physical and mental scars but they're not broken they just need to be loved in a different way and now they have each other!!! I'm obsessed with her and fictional!Matty and this entire fic universe and I'm so grateful that people are still interested in this little world.

Thank you SO MUCH For always being so lovely and supportive and sending such wonderful asks!! I hope you are having the BEST Wednesday and that you have wonderful rest of your week. Thank you so much again!!

❤️Ally

[doudy-reblog]

Hiiii!! How are you? Please tell me your theories about Helluva Boss!

Here are mine.

Allright personally I told myself I'll watch it when drama appears. 😂 So... I have some theories.

Extermination Day...

I even though of Blitz saving.. (I'd rather not say his name..) (I'll call him the owl man) . Maybe Blitz getting hurt while saving him from the exterminators. Or while being hurt and slipping in unconsciousness telling his true feelings apologizing....

Then the owl man showing his true form like in ep 6?

In a few words

ANGST!

I can imagine Blitzo regretting what he did or said then maybe he returns to the owl man. Then they discuss. Solve the problems and eventually... Working their relationship out. Then something happens they are under attack. He believes he doesn't deserve what he has so.. Blitzy sacrifices himself and well... Yeah he takes the hit. The owl man gets mad... And...... Yeah..

We will suffer.

and... Yes... Yes... I ship them.

(My God Forgive me.. )

THEORIES?! DO I HAVE THEORIES??! I WANNA HAVE THEORIES NOW!

I ALREADY KNOW THAT I WANT STOLAS AND BLITZØ TO BE HAPPY TOGETHER OH MY GOSH!!! Please both talk your issues out to move on xerctybui!

Oh right, there's the whole thing with the pics too. I noticed that Fizarolli has the same head form as Blitzø's mother or sister and that they all have the same mark on their foreheads with Blitz' twin sister, so I thought they might be brothers. Some say the mark might also be a thing from the circus they all worked at, and that Fizz and Blitz were lovers, which would also make sense, since Fizz judges Blitz on his relationships fails. I personally prefer the brotherhood version, we shall see.

About the mother or sister character, I'd say it's Blitz' mom, since again, same head form as Fizz, and the twins are holding a card saying "Moma". Some say that she can still be their sis' and be on the pic too. Again, we shall see XD

AND I'M BEGGING THAT THEY'RE STILL ALIVE, BECAUSE HIS REACTION IS EXACTLY THE SAME AS ME WHEN MOURNING, SO I'M SCARED. I saw someone saying that his sis' is in a psychiatric hospital, but idk their source.

Also please tell me Fizzarolli and Asmodeus are a couple. They're a perfect dorky couple. Please. Let their judgement be hypocrisy.

I wrote all this before reading your theories to not risk any thoughts interference XD Now reacting to yours:

Yeeeees, more angst pleeeaaase!

There's also the whole thing with the fact that the human government now knows about them... I expect something happening with that too. Dunno what, but they're doomed.

I also hope that Millie x Moxxie will end up as a model to Stolitz. It already feels like Blitz craves what they have, which is why he always tries to interpose between them.

And Fizz' robotic arms and legs. Maybe something happened with Blitz' implication, and that's another cause of their saltness.

[allbrodennis]

pleeeaaase update your older davekat fics, or at least tell us if they’re on hiatus/abandoned :((

it’s great to see new stuff, but when there’re fics that are halfway done/almost done and just need that extra push/barely started but are looking promising, it kind of pushes my hopes down

i understand if it’s taxing and/or you’ve lost interest in fics, but please let us know so we aren’t kept waiting for updates

ok, this kind of comment/request is rude and inappropriate for several reasons

1) i write fics for fun and for free. this aint a job, im not getting paid, therefore i will do what i want to, when i want to, on my own timeline. you are not entitled to my labor in any way whatsoever and i am a human being with a life and other interests, i dont exist to write fics for you. 

2) you dont have to read my incomplete fics! if it bothers you, just dont read them. you are responsible for your own reading experience.

btw comments like this can be really detrimental to an author’s creativity. when someone complains that one of my fics is incomplete or pesters me for an update, it just makes me even less likely to want to finish that fic. im glad you have been enjoying my work but i dont want to receive comments like this.

[mojjisxng]

i read your recent scenarios and i couldn't help but agree to when you said that there is not enough cravity content. i'm a baby luvity so i have yet to figure out their personalities completely but jungmo and seongmin are slowly creeping up my bias list - even though i thought allen would become the one -. so if your requests are still open 👉🏼👈🏼, could i please request something with one of them so that i can get to know them a bit better?

of course i’ll write something :D

i’m really glad that more people are starting to stan cravity. my brain is telling me to go with seongmin today, so let’s do it

p./s- sorry this is short :((

[1:45pm] “hiiii, sorry i missed your call earlier y/n, but minhee kept taking my phone and holding it above his head, until i literally jumped on him,” greeted seongmin in amusement. the both of you were facetiming, because seongmin had been busy practising all day.

“it’s okay babe, i hope you beat minhee’s ass for doing that ahaha. oh by the way, i’m in love with your new pink hair seongminie; it looks like cotton candy.”

“thank you cutie,” he replied, as he tilted his head and pouted, “but speaking of food, could you but me some food since i’m super duper tired from practise today? pleeeaaase y/nnnn?”of course you had to give in, no one could ever refuse this boy’s sweetness; “okay then, only because you’re the best boyfriend in whole wide world. i’ll see you after practice okay?”

“okie dokie, see you then y/n!!!” seongmin chirped. as you ended the call, all of the other members turned to seongmin with mirth clearly etched into their features. minhee was the one to begin the teasing match as he gasps, ““you don’t love me anymore?!? how could you speak about me like that? i thought we had something special.” seongmin just rolled his eyes, totally used to minhee’s irritating quips. however, this just opened the floodgates for everyone else to pipe up. allen fake cries, wiping a non-existent tear from his eye, “it makes you realise that they’re not babies anymore.” serim, woobin, hyeongjun and taeyoung are on the floor laughing at this point, although seongmin didn’t see what was so funny. “my widdol son is all gwown up,” wonjin taunts in a baby voice. “well clearly he’s grown up, since he’s ‘the best boyfriend in the whole wide world.’ that’s what y/n said didn’t she? HAHAHA,” mocks jungmo, as the eight boys howl with laughter at their annoyed youngest member. seongmin thanked the universe that practise was over, so he could go and rant to you about the humiliation that he was subjected to. he trudged towards the door, but spun around before he left and said with a smirk, “shut up, just because none of you idiots have ever been in love and you’ll be forever alone, doesn’t mean you have to take it out on me. now if you’ll excuse me, i’m going to see my beautiful significant other and eat lots of delicious food that none of you are getting even a whiff of.”

[spookypotato]

Hey! It's the 20th of January! Perfect time for me to finally post my secret santa fic I might have forgotten about right? Absolutely. So here it goes :)

This was and is still for megss (@charginger)

I also wrote her a poem and I thought I would include it :)

Your Secret Santa, it is I,

so okay, I would really lie,

if I were to tell you I would have guessed,

that you would be a bit more impressed.

Anyway this is the big reveal,

the time for my identity to unseal,

Hey, I'm Veronika, I hope you like what I made,

may it help the christmas cheer to not fade!

I had two assistants, I shall not forget,

@ninak803 and @marauderss-hp only because of them it's finally set.

there might be mistakes, at least so I worry,

my english isnt perfect, I am sorry.

Merry Christmas! you wonderful snowflake,

now read to find out what Sirius might bake!

cw: food

Hope's favourite cookies

"Hurry, Remus.", Sirius was running around in the kitchen, trying to find ingredients for their christmas cookies.

"I am, I am, although I dont think this is exacly an important task, right now."

"Remus, mon loup", he stilled for a short moment and placed a kiss on Remus' nose, "This will be my first christmas with your family. It needs to be perfect. They need to like me.", he stated, like it was obvious and began looking over the recipe, mumbling to himself.

"I'm pretty sure, you're like their favourite non-related person in the world-", realizing Sirius wasn't even listening and carefully pouring the exact amount of flour in the bowl they needed, Remus trailed off.

Walking over to his - way to stressed for this occasion - boyfriend and wrapping his arms around Sirius' waist, he told him, looking over his shoulder at the dough he'd made so far, "Baby. Please relax, alright? They already love you and it will be perfect."

When Sirius turned around in his arms Remus could see the doubt and stress on his boyfriend's face as two lines formed on his forehead. Going up to his toes, he kissed them away, like he had wanted to do for years. "Besides", Remus grabbed a bit of the dough and put it into his mouth, "not serving my mom's favourite cookies is definitely not on the bad-boyfriend-list."

Sirius finally looked a bit more relaxed. Then he suddenly narrowed his eyes at Remus, "There isn't actually a list, right?"

"'course there is", Remus answered and watched the fear as it seeped into the face in front of him. "I'm kidding, baby.", he gasped out after he couldnt hold his laughter back any longer, "Don't worry, okay? They love you and nothing will change that. Now put this dough in the fridge, there are more important things to do!"

~

They parked in front of the Dumais' house. Remus looked at the time displayed in Sirius car. "We're late. May be because of your obsessive need to achieve perfection, but at least we're finally done with everything right?", Remus leaned over and gave his boyfriend a kiss on the cheek.

Sirius smiled sheepishly, "Yeah, sorry. I'm just nervous, you know?"

"I promise you, the evening with our familys will be perfect. Now stop worrying, we're late.", with that Remus got out of the car leaving his boyfriend to shake out of his daze and follow.

Their arms piled with presents, they made their way to the front door, Remus using his foot to ring the doorbell, as if it was an everyday task.

The door opened with a "Bonjour!". Sirius could'nt see the other man, but recognized Pascal's voice behind the big present he was holding.

"Hey Dumo. How are you?", he heard Remus say as they walked into the living room, toeing of their shoes to not get the clean floors dirty.

"Good. Finally relaxed now that the presents are all done.", he added the last part as he moved closer to the couple, almost whispering.

It was that moment they all heard loud footsteps on the ceiling. Children running around to the direction of the staircase.

"Shit. Um-", Sirius almost threw the present into Dumos' arms, the gears in his head visibly clicking into place to find a solution for their poor time management, "Okay, Remus! Can you get the rest? I'll distract the kids."

Remus looked amused as he saw Sirius determination to not ruin the children's christmas with the shocking discovery that santa was in fact just their parents.

So he obediently got all the presents from the trunk of Sirius' car and brought them into the basement, so Pascal and Celeste could place them underneath the tree in the night.

Sirius having chased Marc up the stairs, could be heard as he probably tickled him mercilessly, if the shrieks and laughs from both boys were anything to go off of.

As his boyfriends was probably just waiting for some kind of sign from Remus, that he had stored the boxes away, he went up the stairs aswell, just catching Marc running off to his room, having escaped Sirius grasp. Sirius made a move to follow him, but stopped as he saw Remus.

"All set up?", he asked, putting his arms around Remus waist.

"Yes. Stored securely away from curious children's eyes. They probably know about Santa already, you know?", he leaned against his boyfriends chest.

Putting his chin on top of Remus head he replied, "Yeah, I know. I just don't want to risk it. I dont want to ruin their view of christmas."

"What about Santa?", came a small voice from their right. They hadn't noticed Katie's door opening. "Did you hear something from him?"

She looked a bit tired, but somehow also full of excitement for the evening and probably even more for tomorrow morning.

"Non, mon petit chat. But, usually that's a good sign.", he let go of Remus to lean down to her, "It just means that he's busy making and flying out presents. And that nothing went wrong, so let's hope we only hear from him tomorrow morning, eh?"

"Oh. Yeah, then I hope so too.", there was a short pause, but then the seven-year-old's energy came back. "Ooh, Sirius! Can you help me choose a dress for dinner?" She was jumping with excitement and how could anyone say no to that face.

He kissed Remus and smiled at him, before following Katie into her room.

"So, I have a green one, a pink one and a blue one. Which one should I wear?"

Sirius knowing she would look adorable in all of them actually couldn't decide. Her whole evening could depend on this choice. Okay, maybe he was being dramatic, but he wanted to choose a good one. Then he noticed her glancing over to the green one, again and again. So he told her that, he liked that one the best and was rewarded with a wide smile.

Kissing her head with a "See you downstairs in a bit.", he left her room to join the others in the kitchen.

Just as he wanted to enter, the door bell rang.

He went over, hearing Remus and Pascal trail behind him and opened the door.

"Merry Christmas Eve!", Hope said cheerfully and hugged Remus.

"Hi, mum. I missed you."

"You forgot about us, Re'?", he just saw Julian run up to them, from where he had still been at the car, jumping up to his brother.

Remus lifted him with ease, "Wait, who are you again?". At the shocked expression of his brother he cracked up, laughing and getting them both inside.

"Pascal.", he Lyall greeted, "Thank you so much for hosting us all this Christmas."

"We're happy to have you! You're Sirius' family, so you're mine! Now, come inside. It's way too cold out here and dinner is almost done."

They all went into the kitchen. The food smelled amazing, so it was pretty hard not to be drawn to Celeste's current working space. Even though she was clearly a bit stressed, she chipped into the conversation every once in a while.

Sirius looked around from where he was leaning against the counter, standing next to Remus, "So when will Reg be making an appearance? I didn't think he'd go out on Christmas Eve."

"Oh. He's not. He in the basement-"

Dumo was cut of by Sirius, who was now leaving the room with quick steps in the direction of the stairs, shouting, "In the- That little shit. It's Christmas, Reg!"

~

Finally everyone was sitting at the beautifully set table. There were candles and carefully set up evergreen twigs, next to the delicious Christmas feast (it could not be described as a dinner). From were the table was positioned, everyone also had a wonderful view of their Christmas tree. Decorated with red and gold ornaments and an angel on the very top.

As soon as they had all sat down to eat, the stress Sirius had piled onto himself was somehow gone. He held up easy conversations with everyone, even one on one with Lyall. He seemed like he'd known them for years. They talked about hockey and the ride here and Remus really enjoyed watching his boyfriend bond with his family.

Until his mum joined in again, having had a separate conversation with Pascal about their kids.

"You know, I have video of Remus and Julian on christmas, when we bought them each their first hockey equipment."

Remus knew exacly how that had gone so he was determined to not show any reaction and just move on to the next topic. Sirius however had exacly the opposite planned and he never despised his boyfriend more then in that moment.

"Hope. Please. With all that holy to me, I beg you to show me that video someday."

Okay, that could go alright. Someday. Maybe Sirius would have forgotten until someday.

~

Once they were all finished eating and the kids were already starting to go to bed, they thanked Dumo and Celeste again, not only for the beautiful atmosphere, but also for the amazing food that left them all more than full up to the point, they couldn't even eat Celeste's christmas cookies anymore. Of course they got a to-go package full of every flavour that she had made that year.

Afterwards they all left for Sirius' house.

"Please can I drive with you? Pleeeaaase?", Julian begged Remus, standing in front of Sirius' car.

"'course, Jules-", Remus barely finished before his brother said, "Thanks. Alright, shotgun!"

And that's how Remus got to watch his boyfriend and little brother from the backseat, while they were discussing what Jules might get for Christmas.

It was a rather short ride to their house, filled with a long string of "I won't tell you." 's and "Pleeeaaaase." 's, but when they arrived Julian jumped out of the car like it was on fire.

"Easy there. You won't get any gifts from us until mum and dad are here."

~

Now they were all settled onto Sirius' massive couch and Julian was jumping up and down, probably breaking the springs any moment.

"Alright, seeing as Jules is ready to burst from excitement we'll start with our gifts."

Sirius left to get the big red one they had hidden in their bedroom.

Meanwhile, Hope was leaning over and noting smugly, "our gift, huh? You two bought your gifts together?"

Remus looked at her a bit sheepishly. They had been dating for over a year now, it didn't feel wrong to give out gifts together.

His mum saw his worried face and simply said, "No, don't worry. It's sweet."

Just as Remus wanted to reply his boyfriend came back into the room with Julian's gift, placing it on the floor in front of him. It was nearly as tall as Julian himself.

He picked it up and shook it. He could hear something moving inside, but that didn't help him determine what it could be.

Remus tore his eyes away from his brother's excited face, to look at his equally excited boyfriend. He was on the tips of his toes until he broke, "Come on, Jules! I'm dying here. Just rip it open!"

Remus had to laugh at Sirius impatience and enthusiasm, but he also wanted to see his brother's reaction.

"No!", was the first thing they heard and it was Lyall's voice. Apparently he had already seen part of the gift.

Julian ripped the wrapping away completely and tore the box open, revealing a lions hockey stick and a jersey, both with his number and name printed on it.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you! I love them!", running over to his brother and Sirius and hugged them both, almost making them fall over from his force. "My team is going fo freak out!"

"I'm glad you like them."

Sirius visibly relaxed, "Can't be a real Lion, if you don't have the proper gear."

"Well, now I can! Okay, okay. I have something for you, too."

Sirius and Remus sat down and waited for Julian to get Remus' gift from where they had left them in front of the door.

"Here. For when you miss us."

Remus carefully ripped the wrapping paper away to reveal a snow globe. He turned it around a saw landmarks from his home state. It was incredible.

Remus eyes became teary. "I love it. But hopefully you'll never be gone long enough for me to miss. Oh, come here."

Jules came over and hugged him, but then the younger jumped up and ran out the door again.

He came back with another gift. He walked over to Sirius. "For you.", Julian held out he gift.

"Jules! There was no need to-"

"Its nothing, really. It's just something small. You might not like it, but I made it and I wanted to give it to you.", Julian looked a bit embarrassed, now.

Sirius removed the wrapping from the rectangular object to reveal-

"It's a picture of my family.", Julian told him.

Sirius looked at the framed photo. It was after a game. The Lupins had come down to the lockerroom. It was Lyall with his arm around Hope. Julian in front of them, flashing his brightest smile. Remus standing next to them. And to his right Sirius. Holding Remus close, a hand on Julian's shoulder, smiling. Now it was Sirius' time for tears.

"Jules, Julian. This is the sweetest gift I've ever received, thank you." Sirius couldn't really put into words how much this meant to him. To not only be accepted, but welcomed into this new family.

"Oh, come on. I- I need a group hug, please."

They all piled onto Hope like they were on the ice. Sirius being the first, hugged her the tightest, not wanting to let go. He could feel all of Julian pressed to his side and Remus as he kissed his temple. He even felt Lyall's hand from the other side on his shoulder blade, pressing the group together.

Apparently, he really didn't need any cookie bribes, it seemed like he was fine just the way he was.

mon petit chat- my little cat