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wri0thesley · 4 years ago

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many many anons under the cut bc i didn’t want anyone to feel like i was ignoring them and i wanted to respond to u all! warning for small text too, it was so long i wanted to make it look smaller fgbnjkgkjn

Anonymous asked: NAT... you can write WHATEVER you want! It's your blog, and I hope that rude anons can learn to respect that. I used to be on your blog just for jjba content too, so when you started getting into jjk I was indifferent but eventually you dragged me into jjk so hard!! I already like bnha, so seeing you write for it only made me happier! I hope that you continue to write whatever make YOU happy:) ❤and yes, longer fics certainly doesnt mean it's better, quality over quantity

ahh i’m happy that you are here for all three!! i always feel so accomplished when someone is like ‘your constant screaming made me think about jjk <3′. all three of the fandoms are fairly popular and i tag everything v carefully so i hope people who do use the filtering find that useful!!!

Anonymous asked: Goodness gracious. People really be out there thinking they're entitled to dictating what kind of content you should be making

i think part of it might be that i do take requests so people feel like they have like . . . a certain right to certain kinds of my content? i take requests mostly bc they keep me motivated, i like making content for ppl who cant find what they want bc i’ve Been There, but maybe people think i am a pushover? idk i am just trying to have a good time!!!

Anonymous asked: Hi. I only started following you a few days ago but please ignore that rude anon. People are so fucking entitled towards writers it's insane. I recently had someone throw a fit for "spoiling" something in my fanfic, even though the fic was about a manga-exclusive character, so what did they expect?? Overall I've really enjoyed your writing so random assholes coming to guilt you is just a shitty thing that happens. Keep going with what you wanna do.

ah gosh anon i’m sorry about that :(. i’m always super careful tagging spoilers and stuff but like, if someone clicks on a fic about say, naoya or the steel ball run boys and is mad that i spoil something they havent found out yet . . . yeah thats on them fgbnkjgfkjn

Anonymous asked: That...that anon had the nerve to say "we". The fuck?! No no no anon, YOU'RE the only one talking and you're just talking for yourself, don't you dare try and lump us other anons/followers up with you to make yourself look like you're right. We love you nat and we appreciate you. It's your blog, you're allowed to write about whoever and whatever. This brain dead anon just needs to either go read someone else if they're that salty or write their own stuff if they're that impatient.

gosh i WISH some of my mad anons would just write their own stuff honestly. idk if this anon thought they were talking for everybody but i guess they expected anons to agree with them and not be mad at them. i appreciate u anon ;_;

Anonymous asked: Just want to say that ily and you’re one of the best jojo fanfic writers in my opinion 💗 I don’t think you’re half assing jojo fics and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you being multi fandom. A lot of jojo blogs have started posting about jjk so it’s not as if you’re the only one. I’m not sure why you get hate like this but I think it’s just because you’re one of the popular writers and that makes people bitter for whatever reason. Keep being you and posting about the things that make you happy 💕

honestly after so long writing for jojo - i’ve written well over 200 jojo reader insert fics - sometimes it feels like i’m retreading stuff, and that’s when i take a break bc i dont wanna half-ass stuff!!! i love all of my fellow jojo friends who are posting about jjk too, i appreciate them <3.

Anonymous asked: Hey my dude, ur writing has really grown since the jojo days and its better and awesome seeing u become happier to branch off and write in different fandoms 🤌🤌 those stupid anons are just boring farts that couldnt be bothered making their own content 😤😤 is it possible to block them to ease ur mind?

hello anon!! i run a statcounter for IPs but it doesnt always work for ppl who access through the tumblr app, i don’t think; a lot of the anon hate i get i just use the ‘block’ option, but last night got to me because i’ve been getting that kind of writer a lot which is . . . a bad look for the jojo fandom who are, as a whole from the ones i’ve interacted with, lovely!!! <3

Anonymous asked: People often forget, the person behind art or writing, is just another regular fan. You deserve to be happy with what you create and we should be thankful you share your talent with us. You also have right to change your main interests, and it's very normal thing. Jojo is one of the MANY things that you write for and all you get from that is a like or share. Its not your job. It's your fun thing to do, in spare time. You haven't betrayed anybody. That person was just rude, selfish and bored.

i am just a person doing my best!!! anime fanfic is one of many interests i have and i already devote a lot of time to it honestly, i love when people tell me they’ve enjoyed something i made bc it makes it feel worthwhile but equally it gets to me a lot when people are rude because i am usually trying my hardest.

Anonymous asked: Bro that jjba anon... the entitlement🤮 Fam, you write whatever you want to write😤 -Saturday

dfnjbkjnkgf i find most fic readers are NOT entitled at all and are just grateful but when they are . . . oof.

Anonymous asked: It's funny how people throw "we got you popular" and they think you start apologize and cry. Your writing and passion made you gain few numbers on a follow counter, nothing more. I think I'm too old for stuff like this, we are nothing more, but +1 on a number scale. You ow us nothing, we ow you nothing. Popular... Funny word. You just write for fun of it, fake scenarios about someone's manga characters. It's not that deep. Have fun and don't listen to people like this. I knew it's not that easy, but they are really not that important as they think they are.

extremely fun fact for people who think ‘popularity’ is important to me: i would 100% rather have 10 people who regularly comment, reblog my fics with tags and interact with me than 100 people who read my fic and either leave a like or simply move on. i think this is true for the VAST MAJORITY of writers tbh. i’m glad that people think i am a ‘popular’ blog (i am not in the grand scheme of things, one of my ex-best friends used to run a kpop reader insert blog with like 30,000 followers) bc it gives me an ego boost lmao, but i really just want people to read and enjoy the stuff i write!!!

Anonymous asked: I followed you a while ago for jojo and when my friends started getting into jjk i was like...eh sounds like work...but now that I see you writing for it I feel really motivated to get into it!!! I really enjoy your writing and I want to be able to read the new stuff too!

ah anon i really hope you like it!!! it’s only one season rn if u wanna watch the anime and there isn’t too much of the manga to catch up on either but it is a lot of fun and it’s nice to be in a fandom that’s like, excited about a new chapter and new plot developments every week!

Anonymous asked: Pls dont reply if u dont want to! <3 I'm not sure if this will be of any help to you or not but this is the kind of thing that often helps me and is the only way I know to try comfort others so I wanted to give it a go~

Now im not gonna say 'dont feel bad pls' bc I know that's not really useful but what I do think is useful is just discussing why that anon and many others feel the need to respond that way. As someone who follows a lot of writing blogs myself and have done for a long time, i've seen my handful of favourite writers come and go for different reasons, lose motivation for a while, gain motivation for a while, go from multi to single fandom, or single fandom to multi. Often times as a reader it can be upsetting when things change but it's also important as a reader to understand that some things aren't in anyone's control, I can't control what my favourite writers become a fan of or lose interest of, I can't control things in their personal lives that may motivate or demotivate them to write, but what I can do is support them as long as they're active, and if they move on to do things i'm no longer interested in or i'm the one that changed interests, rather than being upset that they're evolving to do other things or that they're not evolving with me, I think it's important that I still feel thankful for the works that I enjoyed while we were still on the same page and this is how I personally deal with those negative feelings. I think the anons that lash out at you probably just dont know what to do with themselves, maybe they got attached to your works while you were still only a jjba blog and now that you're evolving they're upset, while I understand how they feel, they're going the completely wrong way about it. I've learned to take these things and turn them into something positive for myself or at least something bittersweet that I can move on from but the anons that lash out at you for whatever reason probably haven't learned this yet. Maybe it's because i've moved on and changed interests a lot myself that I know how these things go for both writers and readers but those anons maybe haven't experienced this as much so they dont know what to do with themselves other than complain that you've changed and throw insults at you in an attempt to get you to revert back. None of this is because of the quality of your writing like they want you to believe, it's literally just because you've evolved and while some of your old followers might not like the new content for no reason other than it not being their cup of tea, it's definitely not regressed at all. You are pumping out a lot of content right now but every single thing i've read has just been better than the last. Things that really stand out to me is how well you get characterisation down to a T and all of your dialogue is just on point and from the pov of a reader I think those things seem the hardest to get right so I am such a huge fan of your stuff at the moment and I can tell you're really putting so much thought and care into each and every fic no matter how fast you're producing it, I think the fact that you're also proud of what you're writing at the moment really shines through as well and I just adore the passion that radiates from every completed request as well as in the responses for the subsequent thirsts resulting from these works that appear in your ask box later (I know i've sent quite a few by now~)

Just to be clear i'm not defending those anons in any way, while I can understand what they might be feeling/why they're reacting in the way they are I still believe it's just so immature to be hateful online point blank. Even during a time where I still got upset with writers if they started doing something else I still never targeted that negativity directly to the writer and sending rude or hateful comments whether on anon or not never something i'd stooped low enough to do even when I still had an immature way of thinking, however, I hope that it might make it a little easier to brush them off if we try and understand what they're really upset about, and that they're just putting the blame for their negative feelings onto the wrong thing rather than coming to terms with change themselves.

hello anon!! i appreciate the long message. i do feel bad for people who have no interest in what i’m currently producing and i get that they feel upset about it; i’ve watched a lot of fellow jojo writers move on completely or just stop posting, honestly. this kind of thing is why i was so intense about asking people if it would be better if i made a separate blog but the resounding answer seemed to be ‘i’m just vibing with whatever happens and i’ll block tags as needed’.

i often return to works by my favourite reader-insert writers who no longer write for the fandoms i like (and i read stuff bc it sounds interesting or i trust the person who writes it), but change can be difficult and i guess at this point i’ve - whether u like me or not lmao - been a fixture in jojo reader-insert tumblr for a While so it’s probably kind of jarring.

anyway i really appreciate you and the nice words! <3

Anonymous asked: hi nat! I just wanted to pop in and say that regardless of what fandom you write for, the love and care you pour into your writing and into interacting with followers who care about your work as well is really obvious. you're doing this for FREE and people should appreciate what you've given us so far, since ultimately this blog should be for you, whatever that means to you at any point in time. it's ok to jump fandoms! the important thing is that you feel good about what you're producing and that it makes you happy. everyone else is just a bonus - but, seeing you on my dash certainly makes me happy : ) I hope you feel better soon!

thank you anon! i’m feeling much better and happier today. birthdays are very difficult for me (i did not think i’d be alive at eighteen, much less 25!) so this event is definitely kind of a way for me to concentrate on something else, and i’m a little bit extra sensitive atm. i appreciate you so much, thank you for the kind words!!! <3

Anonymous asked: Hello! I just wanted to say, write what YOU want and make YOUR writings as long as you'd like. 💖 To the anon who is like "We mAdE yOu FaMoUs dOnt HalF asS iT" stfu, let people do what they wanna do. If you think they half do it, write something better and longer you asshat.

this is an open invitiation to that anon to send me a link to their writing blog and i’ll hype them up i promise <3

Anonymous asked: nat i'm so so sorry about that ask please know that your older followers don't share the same opinion :( sometimes people forget about the living, breathing person behind the screen smh. you are not a machine. you absolutely should not restrict yourself to posting about one fandom forever. yes, we're first pulled in by your amazing content, but we stay for your wonderful personality and work ethic. please just keep being you, taking up projects you feel comfy with! <333 bless u

ahh thank u anon! unfortunately i actually am a writing robot, i’m sorry u had to find out this way. my jojo chip has been removed, please send it back so i can continue to not half-ass my jojo work. fgnjkbgjkfn thank you so much angel!!! i appreciate you ;_;.

Anonymous asked: i don’t think it’s fair for other people to say shit about what you choose to write about because on tumblr and other writing platforms, writers are constantly developing how they write and the fandoms that they write for. it’s not fair for someone to criticize that “you don’t care about jjba blah blah blah” because you can enjoy new shows/manga. and like you said you’ve grown so much!! proud of you nat and im glad that ive been able to read your works (sincerely other nat)

i am STILL waiting for you to come and fight me other nat fgnjkbnf. it’s nice to be enjoying different things! i am constantly learning new things and reading new works and making new friends and improving and i think that’s important. i do care about jjba - a lot! but i can care about other things too! <3

Anonymous asked: I may not be one of your oldest followers, but i've been here for almost 3 years. Yes, i started following u for ur jojo content, but let me tell u, ur newfound motivation and enthusiam for other fandoms was honestly contagiuos for me. And i say this as a person who finds very difficult to move from one interest to another. Jojo is great, but so are other fandoms. Please don't let some faceless scum rob u that motivation. This is ur blog and u r always free to write whatever u want.

honestly, i have been there! i am autistic and i have special interests and watching other people move on to stuff i’m not vibing with has made me sad in the past, but i want people to be happy more than anything and sometimes that means new things and change! <3

Anonymous asked: Hi Nat! I saw that rude anon message & I just wanted to pop in & say that they're wrong. You're not betraying anyone & you should write whatever it is you want to write. I followed you for jojo & I'm not familiar with the other fandoms that you write for, but personally it makes me SO happy to see you enjoying new things! It's always good to find joy wherever you can, so keep writing what you're interested in. There a lot of ppl who want to see you happy and healthy <3

honestly the idea of it being a GRAND BETRAYAL is so funny, i am just writing anime fanfic here and thriving!!! tysm anon! <3

Anonymous asked: Those anons can piss off! They have no right to judge how long or how short your writing is. If they want longer content write it their damn selves. I think your writing has improved wonderfully and I originally followed for Jojo and I'm enjoying all the content period. I don't even watch jujutsu ( not my cup of tea personally) but I love seeing the creativity and the interactions. You write what makes you happy Nat and that's on that! You don't owe anybody anything! I know how hard writing is and when your consuming new content it's hard to make content for something else. That doesn't mean you don't like it any more your just doing something different for a while. Love you and your content and I'm enjoying the love your putting into your content whether long or short. ♥♥💕 Sending love your way!

honestly my idea of ‘short content’ is still over 1k words, i’m not good at reeling myself in! i guess it’s bc they see like, 1.5k jojo fic versus 5k jjk fic but it’s not that i didn’t enjoy the first fic, just that the point and the story came a lot quicker and so did the natural end! thank you anon, i appreciate you ;_;

Anonymous asked: Hello! Just wanted to let your know that I think your writing is awesome, and that you should write for whoever and for whatever you want to! You dont have to stay loyal to one fandom or anything, and your followers shouldn't expect that from you! It's not like they are paying you to write, you are doing this for free, and because you enjoy it and it makes you happy! If they dont like your stuff, they dont have to follow you, they can go to other blogs that cater to their taste, and they definitely don't need to be sending you such hurtful comments, and they dont get to make you feel sad about your writing! Just because they followed you during your earlier stages of writing, doesn't mean you owe them some type of loyalty or compensation! You can write literally whatever you want as long as it makes you happy! That's what your hobby and your blog are for! I hope you know that alot of your followers love your work and think that you are an amazing writer and are down to support the work that makes you happiest! 💖💖

ahh thank you so much anon!!! i am always so bowled over by how many people are nice to me when something like this happens, i am sending you my love <3

Anonymous asked: don’t listen to them!! we love you as a writer no matter what you write, because you’re a good person and a talented writer!! you shouldn’t have to change what you write to please a bitter person, and if they only want jjba, they can go to another blog instead of bringing you down. you’re doing amazing and they should be thankful you grace us with your talents!!

to be totally honest, if i was half-assing or not vibing with content i was making i just. wouldn’t post it. like you’d be able to TELL when i was half-assing stuff just to get words out (source: i have re-read my own nanowrimo works). there are lots of great jjba blogs who could do with more followers n interaction!!! i hope they do find them and i hope they’re nice to them :(.

Anonymous asked: Please don’t pay attention to that anon. People only have that confidence when they have anon turned on. Them looking through your blog despite feeling that way is peak fan behavior and speaks to how addicting your writing is. Naturally, you can’t please everyone and there will be people who are irrational and feel entitled to tell you what to do or what to write no matter what. Trust me when I say they’re a small minority and are more likely probably passing viewers rather than regulars. I check your blog about three or more times a day because I love reading not just your fics but also your takes, banter with other anons, or even random updates. Brainrot posts? LOVE TO SEE IT!!! Desk update? AMAZING!!! With that being said, don’t feel pressured to continue pushing out content for others. Write what makes you happy! You’ve been writing for JJBA for 4 years and it’s completely normal + healthy to get into new media. I’m not sure if it would mean much, but your love for JJK has gotten me excited to start it too!!

anon i really hope you enjoy it!!! sometimes these anons remember stuff i’ve posted and said better than i do tbh, i am living in their heads rent free i guess!

Anonymous asked: I've been following you for a couple of years and honestly it would always be a joy to see when you posted. Your writing has improved and I'm very happy you're enjoying yourself ! I know it hurts hearing and seeing stuff like that but I'm happy you're here. I'm honestly blessed everytime you post. Your writing is phenomenal. I love reading it even if its characters that I dont care for. You capture their essences so well and weave an amazing tale within the prompts and whatnot. You're amazing nat!

wehh thank you so much!!! re: the improvement, i really don’t feel like it has and then i re-read something i wrote when i first started and i’m like oh my god maybe it has. did i really write about jotaro acting like that.

Anonymous asked: Hi Nat. I recently became a follower of yours and I'm really saddened to see you get hate. You seem like a genuinely sweet person with amazing talent! I'm a writer myself and, unfortunately, get the same kind of comments. And when you get those comments, it doesn't leave you feeling motivated. People need to understand that people can and will, at times, grow out of fandoms. (1 Not just that but you're doing all of this for free. Again, I'm sorry you got such a comment. But please know that I'm proud of how far you've come. I'm proud that you're living a life that makes you happy. And no matter what fandom you may find yourself in next, I will always enjoy your writing. Take care of yourself. (2 end

HELLO NEW FOLLOWER I LOVE YOU (i get a lot more a day now than i used to and i feel guilty about not being able to look through so many blogs but i do try and follow back other writers for my fandoms!! ;_;). i’m sorry you get the same kind of comments! i’m always just happy to see people i like enjoying new things, even if i have no interest in it (hello to all of my mutuals who write for hunter x hunter and haikyuu, not interested but i’m sure you’re having a great time and i support you!!!).

Anonymous asked: I'm sure you're getting a barrage of supportive messages now (at least I hope so) but I figured I'd add my voice, because I'm a longtime follower. Your writing is, and always has been, wonderful. I've been so happy to see you and Haz get to a place that works for you both. Idk if it's obvious for everyone, but you seem like you're emotionally in a pretty good place most of the time these days, and it makes me really happy to see that. I followed years ago for JJBA content, but I stayed because regardless of what content you put out, I find your wit delightful. And I'll stick around even if you move fandoms entirely, because whatever content or editorializing you produce is going to be worth reading, regardless of what it's for.

ahh, anon!! thank you for sticking around so long, sorry if you’re old enough to have been around the vore and jorts and spider rohan fiascos! <3 i am definitely a lot more stable than i have been and - barring the Pandemic Related Mental Health Issues - happier! i’m glad that it’s noticeable! <3

Anonymous asked: It actually makes me mad how entitled some people are. Nat, you're not a content creating machine and those who expect you to be are not worth wasting a thought on. Your love for something is not measured in word counts and for you to write every day without getting burned out in the slightest you really must have a burning passion and huge dedication to your craft. If others decide to send hate then allow me to send admiration because I can feel your love and hard work in each post you make!

i try and write every day bc it’s super good for my little ocd/autistic brain to have routines and distract itself, so i’m glad other people can enjoy them because that makes me motivated to carry on! like, i write for myself mostly bc the content i want i sometimes get find, but filling requests and writing for other people also leaves me with happy warm fuzzies too! i appreciate you!! <3

Anonymous asked: If people only care about your writing for the jojo porn that’s on THEM, not you. Your writing was amazing when I followed about a year ago, and it’s only gotten better and will continue to get better! I think it really comes through when you enjoy what you’re writing and it adds a whole other layer of worth to it, because not only are you making free content but you LIKE that content and we can all gush about it together!!! More than just fans, I think you’ve created a community here and we don’t just stick around to read smut, I promise you that. -Reronon

i do miss having a discord community bc it was nice to talk to everyone in real time but it was hard work, i am glad that people feel like they can just come into my askbox and gush! i’m not very friendly in real life and people tend to think i am cold and stuck up so i work very hard to try and seem friendly and approachable online, which is much easier for me because i get to think and re-draft before i type! <3

Anonymous asked: Hi Nat! I’m sure you’re getting a lot of messages like this right now but I just wanted to say for what it’s worth that, as a person who originally followed you for jjba content and hasn’t watched/read any of the other series you’re currently writing for, I’m honestly still along for the ride. This is your blog and you’re allowed to do what you want with it and put out what content you feel like writing. Sometimes??? People acquire new interests??????? Shocking! I know absolutely nothing about jjk or bnha but out of curiosity still read some of your posts about them and even though I might not Get It, I still enjoy them because I think you’re a very talented writer! Honestly, as long as you’re still writing, I’m still down to clown, and whenever you take breaks (which are important!) I’ll still be waiting for your return or supporting and respecting your decision to stay away longer. Don’t let the entitled assholes get you down. Utilize YOUR blog and YOUR space however YOU choose. Your talent and kindness speak for themselves. Love you!!! ❤️❤️❤️

anon i care about you and i am so appreciative of you and everyone for sending me such nice messages! i am running out of ways to say it but it’s true, it really does mean a lot to me ;_; <3

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linssikeittomies · 4 years ago

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The Place Between Here And There - Chapter 10: ...And Happiness In Private Life(cont'd)

Masterpost AO3 Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 9(cont'd)

I've finally updated the status of the fic to ABANDONED, I was going to do that way earlier but I didn't want to admit defeat, and then I just kind of forgot... Time really starts flying by as you get older, it totally doesn't feel like 2 years passed by^^' I'm still writing scenes for later on in the fic, and I've had the general outline of the story planned for a long time, but I haven't been able to write complete chapters for any of my projects for over a year now, it's very annoying. Anyway, this is the rest of chapter 9, not my best work but at least I like the part with Toris. He's noticed Ivan's small efforts of being nicer and wants to encourage them. Thanks for everyone who read this story and sorry for not being able to bring it to conclusion for all of you who were invested!

Ivan sent Fredya home until Wednesday – claiming it was so he could concentrate on work, but he was sure Fredya could tell he was just fretting about the upcoming meeting. Ivan was terrified Katyushka would get carried away, and that was closer to certainty rather than possibility, and then Fredya would walk out of his life. He had known from the start that the time would come sooner or later, but he had much hoped it would fall on the later end of the spectrum. This was a wholly different case from that of his first girlfriend - the one he had been with all of three days before Katyusha started talking about weddings. She had left him the next day, not surprisingly, and he hadn’t really cared one way or the other - she had been far too practical to occupy his thoughts when she wasn’t in sight. But if Fredya left as suddenly, and he was certainly impulsive enough to do so on the spot, then... Obviously it still wouldn’t be the end of the world,of course it wasn’t the worst thing that could happen, losing a home for example would be far worse than losing a companion, it really wasn’t that big of an issue when you thought about it – there was no reason to lose what little will to live Ivan had left over something that insignificant. No reason.

So Ivan would not worry about it – he slammed the door on the thought, and worked hard to put all his concentration on his notes. He had not yet studied Rogers enough, his files on the computer had sat abandoned for too long. Opening his folder, going over the routes again, verifying time codes, Ivan fell to a comfortable, familiar routine, cup of tea beside him growing cold. Rogers didn’t have much of a routine, which made observing him a challenge and data collecting a thrill. At least this was an activity that Ivan could still lose himself in despite whatever non-turmoil was boiling in his gut. Comparing coordinates, discovering overlaps, identifying patterns, data was something Ivan was good at. Data had no emotions, so it was easy to handle. Data didn’t mind his extracurriculars, didn’t judge him for his jealousy, didn’t snoop into his past. Though it also didn’t text him at 3 am to tell him about a silly dream it had. Even less it cared about whether he was coming home for the night or not. It not wanting to watch brainless, cliched superhero should have been a positive, but in the dark, the brain gets sentimental. Ivan suddenly wished he had a file on Fredya. Ivan certainly had enough data on him, though so far it was all in his brain and a few lines in his notebooks. One photo on his phone, a selfie Fredya had sent some weeks ago. It was taken with one of those filter things, Ivan wasn’t familiar with the apps so he couldn’t tell if it was instagram or snappychat or whatever others there were. Fredya had cartoon glasses on his nose, on top of his real-life glasses. He was doing a victory sign, and there was a badly drawn pink heart floating in the lower left corner, not anchored into anything. The composition of the photo was bad. A large dead space occupied the top left, a pile of dirty clothes was poking into the frame from the bottom right. The lighting was scarcely better, the only diffuser was the dust inside the light fixture. Fredya’s artistic ability was nil, though he did make for an attractive subject, harsh shadows and all. It would be nice to have proper photo of him, before he got out of reach. With a reference to guide him, it might be possible. Ivan quickly scanned his bedroom for inspiration.

Perhaps it was too much effort for 2 a.m., but Ivan rather liked the end result. The handful of stars drawn on the wall to form a suggestion of a halo – however wrong it looked on Ivan – and hands posed to form a heart on the chest, and some minor lighting adjustments on photoshop, he thought it near perfectly captured how Ivan saw Fredya. Bright, innocent, center of the universe, unashamed of his affections. Fredya wouldn’t put as much effort in to it, even if he did take his own version of the photo as Ivan had requested, but that was also good. It wasn’t in Fredya’s nature to try too hard at something he didn’t feel like understanding - such as art other than of the moving pictures variety. Together, the photos formed a piece – the fantasy and the reality. It was a commentary on expectations. Fredya may or may not look at the photo when he inevitably got up to go the bathroom sometime soon, but he wouldn’t take his own until afternoon if ever, so Ivan finally went to bed. He only had a few hours before his shift started.

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Fredya had sent an emoji Ivan didn’t understand the meaning as response to the photo, followed by hearts and something that seemed to be an abbreviation, Ivan didn’t research the meaning. It likely wasn’t important. Ivan got coffees for everyone again, and Amanda gave him a incredulous look. It was getting suspicious, Ivan acting nice. He should dial down on the social interactions for the next few days. It would be good practice for when Fredya left him, anyway. “Oh, thank you for going through the trouble”, Toris commented smiling. Ivan studied the smile, trying to map out proportions and gauge timings, but again he failed to replicate the gesture. It kept coming out as sarcastic. He would prefer if both would just shut up and their coffees without scrutinizing his intentions. Let a man act civil to fellow humans beings in peace. “If everyone is done sitting around, we need someone to go interview Fowler’s parishioners.” Predictably, Amanda volunteered for the task. That left Ivan and Toris at the office, reading through statements, comparing alibis and viewing security footage, the same draining and pointless sinkhole of never-ending choppy black-and-white footage that glared a print of the screen in your soul, so that in the end when you lost everything else to dementia and cataracts, you would still see that stinging bright rectangle staring you in the eye, smirking gleefully, taking pleasure in removing everything one used to take joy in, and replacing itself in place of loved ones. That metaphor ran a little wild at the end, there. In all fairness, it could be intriguing work when results could reasonably be expected, but everyone and their mother knew the only thing learned from these particular ones would be just how much time were wasting on them. Even Toris, being his professional self, couldn’t resist glancing at the clock every few minutes. He would of course try to make it inconspicuous, just letting his eyes dart to his wrist and back again, but it was noticeable enough when one was more concentrated on the coworker than the work. It came to Ivan’s mind that perhaps this was another aspect of Toris he should try to simulate, rather than keep studying, his work ethic was excellent. Surely that was something most people would approve of. And Fredya did often complain Ivan was rather lackadaisical about his work, he would appreciate the effort. “How do stay so focused?” he asked sincerely. It was admirable, really, how Toris could throw himself at something so tedious. Toris blinked at him in confusion, probably surprised to see his colleague who was supposed to working beside him blatantly ignoring said work. “I’ve practiced it for years, there’s really no easy trick for it.” “Ah. Shame.” “I find that meditating regularly helps. And a good diet.” Well, that was already two things Ivan would not be trying out. “I could send you some articles if you’d like.” “You should spend your free time on yourself. You work too much.” Ivan went idly back to his files, not really feeling like working, but deciding to at least give it a shot, but feeling Toris’ curious eyes still fixed on him was too much of a distraction. After several seconds of silence he couldn’t take it anymore. “Yes?” “Thank you. That was considerate of you.” Ivan didn’t know how to answer that. It had been such a banal thing to say. Not warranting any response, really. Just a stock phrase, however true of some people and situations - such as this particular specimen. Toris must have heard the exact same statement hundreds of times in his life, knowing that he had an actual social circle who cared for him. Ivan was outside that circle, and people rarely care for the things outsiders say in matters like these - surely Toris should feel nothing particular about anything Ivan said. There was no need for him to smile like that, it was just embarrassing for a grown man to get so giddy about faint praise. Ivan scoffed and went back to his work.

-_-_-_-_-

U maek a habot of drawning on walls huh Outside of his brief childhood, Ivan had only ever drawn on walls three times - once in a drunk, misguided bout of creative frenzy, once to write his number on an intriguing man’s wall to annoy him, and once in an attempt to save a relic of happier times for the future. Mostly when you are involved, it seems. Perhaps you are my muse for wall-related artistry It had been a while since Ivan had drawn a portrait, but now might be the time to dust off that skill set. Ivan considered himself more of a photographer, but there was also something appealing about creating from scratch. Although... he would need to keep the portrait hidden, it would raise questions and pity later on. Ivan wished he was better at abstraction, that way it wouldn’t look like Fredya to anyone else, but his mind seemed to be too observational for it. It could only make sense of things that connected together in realistic ways, it couldn’t create anything out of feelings alone. Perhaps he simply didn’t have enough of them for that kind of art. The dinner with Fredya and his sisters was a few hours away, but Ivan was already nervously ironing his clothes. He once again pleaded Katyusha to control her romantic impulses, and of course she promised, but Ivan knew that meant little. She had very bad self-control. Tasha’s picking me up, we’ll meet you there Natasha was coming? Nataliya was coming?! Fuck - what was she - this was bad news - why hadn’t she said - oh god, forget about Katyusha ruining everything if Nataliya Grigorova was coming! She never mentioned wanting to come along That sneaky little girl, she told me you said it was okay, haha He would not survive this night sober. He wanted to make a good impression. He did not want to be drunk when the only three people who mattered to him were all in the same room. He wanted to be fully conscious, to enjoy an outing with his family while being fully genuine, not just sedated into calmness. But lord knew he would not survive the night sober.

-_-_-_-_-

Remembering the fit Fredya had thrown the last time Ivan had driven not-strictly-drunk-but-also-not-sober, he was glad that they had arranged beforehand for Fredya to pick him up. Because he was observant in the most inconvenient ways, Ivan had been sure Fredya would notice something was off, maybe a smell or the slow movements to counteract the unsteady hand-to-eye-coordination, but fortunately he was too stoked about meeting Ivan’s sisters again, officially, to notice Ivan’s oddly calm demeanor. He babbled excitedly the whole way there, and was halfway across the street before Ivan had even fully exited the car. “Come on you snail! They’re gonna think we ditched them!” “It’s only a few minutes away, you can afford to slow down”, Ivan chuckled. Fredya was so adorably excited, he resembled a puppy on a walk. “Being overeager is as bad as being late.” “Beg to disagree! Pick up the pace slowpoke!” Fredya sped up ahead, Ivan kept his leisurely pace. He missed the re-introductions, but it seemed like he hadn’t been needed for those at all - Fredya and Katyushka already looked like old friends, while Tasha regarded him with a haughty look, but nary a nasty word. She raised an eyebrow at Ivan, as if saying really, you chose this clown over me?, and he simply smiled pleasantly at her. As they waited for their food to arrive, Fredya and Katyushka were unsurprisingly the only ones to hold up conversation. They had found a common ground in Star Trek - in that Katyusha had heard a lot about it, but had never watched an episode and was interested, and Fredya was an expert in all the series and films and liked talking about them. They went through the pacifistic ideas on the original series and how it sometimes contradicted itself on it, analyzing the casting choices for the remakes, some more things that Ivan had no interest in. When their plates were brought, the were in the midst of trying to speak klingon - the attempts of both of them were saddeningly hilarious. Or perhaps they were both surprisingly accurate. Ivan had no way of knowing, the franchise being something he had never taken an interest in. Of course he liked space, but he was more fact-oriented than a fan of fanciful fiction. “You seem so young, it’s almost like you’re still in college”, Katyusha giggled, and Ivan could not agree more. The youthful energy Fredya exuded was refreshing, at least most of the time. “Never went to college, I went straight to work from high school”, Fredya explained, crumbs flying. That was the one habit that Ivan never found charming in Fredya, it was just plain disgusting. Tasha made a small chortle of contempt that passed Fredya by. “Our brother is a very intelligent man”, Tasha commented sharply, and Ivan knew exactly what she was going for – he had come to the same conclusion, himself. And truthfully, neither of them had been wrong - Fredya really was stupid. “Oh, tell me about it”, the insulted man chuckled, not understanding what was being implied. Ivan would have liked being able to defend Fredya, but the thing was that Fredya was not intelligent – intellectually or socially, and attempting to claim otherwise would have been pointless. He might have been considered smart in some useless areas, such as entertainment trivia, but faint praise is just as damning as admitting faults. Trivia! There was the opening Fredya needed to impress Tasha! “He has a master’s degree in movie trivia and celebrity gossip, if nothing else. Just give an actor’s name and he will tell you every movie they have ever been in.” “And not just that! I can also tell which year each movie came out!” Fredya exclaimed proudly. Ivan started with an easy one - Tom Cruise. Tasha did look reluctantly impressed as the titles and dates kept on coming, but refused to admit defeat. She tried her favorite actor, someone much more obscure. “Ken Foree?” “Hmm… The midnight man, 2017… Rift, dark side of the moon 2016, Cut slash pri- no wait, I think he was in Divine tragedies, 2015, Cut slash print 2012 –“ However, since

Tasha’s obsession with her brother refused to give way to respect for her perceived enemy, she realized that to claim victory she could simply ask about any non-American film star. “Anastasia Zavorotnyuk.” “Anastasia who?” Of course he pronounced the name the American way, but Ivan was still mildly impressed he could tell Анастасия and Anastasia were the same name. “Zavorotnyuk.” Tasha allowed herself a malevolent smirk as Fredya racked his brain for the name in vain. “A true expert wouldn’t limit himself only to Hollywood”, Tasha hmphed in triumphant malice, believing to have proved her superiority over him once and for all, despite not showing an ability to counter his. It seemed the point had only been to prove Fredya was not omniscient. In Ivan’s eyes, it was enough to be merely well-versed. “He does hate subtitles to the point where I thought he might be illiterate”, Ivan joked. “Hey, at least I speak the language of the country I live in!” “Verily, my darling, thou speakest with the most biting of tongues. Shakespeare himself would envy your prowess.” “The guy lived like hundreds of years ago, who gives a shit? Ivan Drago was famous in the 80’s.” “Ivan can sound almost native when he tries”, Katyusha said, trying to diffuse the argument, not knowing the workings of their relationship well enough to tell it was all said in jest. “I haven’t tried in years, I doubt I could anymore”, Ivan thought. He had tried training his accent away in high school, so he would sound less foreign in job interviews. Having a foreign name was bad enough in an application. He had never achieved a smooth, natural accent, he had to concentrate very hard which caused the words to come out very slowly and robotically, and still there was always a hint of foreign phonemes. Combined with his attempts to deepen his voice – an incredibly embarrassing failure on its own – had made him cringe, even back then. Tasha had encouraged him, of course, because in her mind anything and everything her dear brother did was the right decision. Excluding taking romantic interest in someone other than her, of course.

The rest of the evening went by in much the same fashion. Fredya and Katyusha got along swimmingly, Tasha made snide remarks about Fredya, Ivan defended him in mean ways, Fredya played along. It was all very pleasant. Finally the staff started dropping hints that it was time to vacate the table, so they got up and parted ways. Katyusya was enchanted enough to not wait long enough to be out of earshot before starting to gush about her baby brother’s relationship, which made for a perfect opening for eavesdropping. “Don’t you think Vanechka looks so much happier than usual?” Katyusya said, nearly clapping her hands in excitement. “Idiocy might be contagious”, Tashenka grumbled in response. “I never imagined he’d go for that type, but I guess it goes to show opposites really do attract!” Katyushka squeed. “It’s only for the moment. That American moron will start getting on Vanya’s nerves soon”, Tashenka claimed, not sounding too confident herself. Ivan had expected that to happen as well, in the beginning. “I hope he won’t, I think Alfred is good for Vanechka. He’s come out of his shell.” What did she mean by that? As far as Ivan was aware, he had never been shy around his sisters. Or other people, for that matter. “What’re you frowning about?” Fredya asked. “I’m eavesdropping. Katyusha likes you, and Natasha doesn’t despise you.” “Well that’s good news isn’t it?” Fredya smiled, and tried to hear the women. “Man, you got great hearing. I can’t hear them at all.” Yes, it did take some practice to achieve Ivan’s level of spying on other people’s conversations. And by then they had gotten far enough that Ivan couldn’t hear then anymore either, actually. “Your eardrums must be damaged from the all screeching you do.” “You’re walking home, asshole.”

Tasha + Katyushka = affectionate nicknames for Nataliya and Yekaterina. Tashenka + Katyusya = one level more intimate. Ivan is being drunk and sentimental so at the end of the evening, the way he feels about his sisters is something like most people do when seeing tiny kittens. Thanks again for reading! Maybe in like 10 years so I'll add a final "chapter" describing the rest of the plot, but I know myself and won't make any promises. I have some more snippets on the masterpost if anyone wants to frustrate themselves with a story that will never be finished.

#hereandthere #fan fiction #hetalia #RusAme #AmeRus #russiaxamerica #linssifanfiction #WIPtale

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just-my-sickly-pride · 5 years ago

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Man on Fire || Roger Taylor x fem!Reader

summary || roger and brian are arguing over who, out of the two of them, is more of a man. which somehow results in roger asking you to peg him. the logic is flawed, but any old excuse, right?

rating || explicit (18+). do not read if you are under eighteen. pegging, very slight sub!rog/dom!reader dynamics if you squint

word count || 7.5k

summary || you know the drill: here’s the link to the try series if you’re not caught up yet. now that the threesome fic is done, i have about three or four of these next chapters lined up ready to go. will i ever write and post something that isn’t from this ’verse? yes. but not right now. also i’m sorry about the title, i couldn’t resist.

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We need to talk was never a nice message to receive out of the blue, especially late at night. And when it was received from a friend that you were semi-regularly sleeping with, it was arguably worse.

No. Definitely worse.

what’s up? you replied to Roger, your palms already starting to sweat.

can I come over?

can u tell me what this is about first?

something to do with us

Your palms were certainly sweating now. You were unsure how to reply, and, while you hesitated, you received another message.

me and brian were arguing about something

Well, that wasn’t exactly news.

do u need to talk about it? you replied. what’s it got to do with me?

can I just come over please?

You sighed. yeah ok

Time to wallow in anxiety.

Roger was at your door twenty minutes later. You could tell he’d just come straight from work at the pub.

“It’s late, so don’t be too loud,” you said as you let him in. “Lucy’s asleep. And I should’ve been in bed half an hour ago.”

“We both know you weren’t going to be in bed half an hour ago,” Roger said. He raked his fingers through his hair. He still needed a haircut. You wondered idly if he’d ever get around to getting one, or if he’d just let it grow until he looked like some seventies rockstar. “But this won’t take long, anyway.”

You crossed your arms. “Well, is this a sit-down sort of conversation?” you asked, shifting from foot to foot. You hoped Roger couldn’t tell how nervous you were. There was no way to predict what he was about to say. Was he suddenly in love with you? Was he suddenly in love with someone else? Did someone die?

“No,” Roger said. “I’m too pissed off to sit down.”

“What did I do?” you said. You tried not to be immediately defensive, but you could hear the sharpness in your tone.

Roger shook his head. “No, nothing. You didn’t do anything. I’m pissed at Brian.”

“Oh.” You uncrossed your arms. “So why are you here? Just to vent?”

“No,” Roger said. “Can you just let me explain?”

“I’m all ears.”

“Brian made some…” Roger’s lip curled. “…joke about how I’m not ‘manly’, or whatever.”

You took a moment to process this. “That’s what this is about?”

“Yeah,’ Roger said, tetchy. “He made a joke about it. Brian. The least manly guy on the planet. And then Fred and Deaks laughed at it. It’s fucking stupid. Freddie literally wears eyeliner sometimes.”

“You can be manly and wear eyeliner,” you said.

“You can be,” Roger said. “But Freddie isn’t. Not most of the time. He’s a feminine guy. Which is fine, obviously. But what I’m pissed about is that Brian’s waltzing around with his skinny legs and fluttering eyelashes calling me ‘not manly’.”

You snorted a laugh. “Fluttering eyelashes?”

“Oh, don’t laugh at me, I know you’ve seen it, that’s not a weird thing to observe about him.”

“You’ve got skinny legs too, though, Rog,” you said.

“These?” Roger marched over to the wall and stuck one of his legs into the air – not very far, he was hideously inflexible – and propped it against the wall. “These legs are thick. With two Cs.”

“Get your foot off the wall,” you said, and Roger let his foot drop. “And they are not thick. They’re twigs.”

“Brian’s are twiggier.”

“Sure, okay,” you said with a shrug. “What’s your point?”

“My point is, I am not unmanly. I am manly as fuck.” Roger gestured to himself, as if that was supposed to support his argument. “And Brian and I started arguing about it, and started listing everything that makes someone manly, and long story short, you need to do up me the arse.”

You opened your mouth, then closed it again, then opened it for a second time. “I’m sorry?”

Roger crossed his arms resolutely. “We need to go shopping and buy you a strap-on so you can fuck me. Just really go to town.”

“How on Earth,” you said, “did you come to this conclusion?”

“It takes the fuckin’…” Roger searched for the right word. “The fuckin’ manliest of men to get railed, and particularly if you’re a straight guy, like me, getting railed by a woman. Because I’ve heard that that isn’t easy. There’s a lot of– of preparation involved, and stuff. So. If you fuck me, then I can tell Brian that I’m manlier than him. And I know you still haven’t fucked him yet, because he would’ve brought it up when we were arguing. Am I wrong?”

You needed a strong drink. “You’re… not wrong about me and Brian not… doing that yet, no,” you conceded. “But I am… struggling to follow.”

“What’s there not to follow?” Roger said. “So when are you free? This weekend? We can go shopping. Brian mentioned once you two had been to a sex shop just out of town, so it’s nearby. We can get lunch or something afterwards.”

“Brian mentioned…” You held up your hands like stop signs. “Wait, wait. Can we just hold up for a second?”

“What?”

You stared at Roger, slightly disbelieving. He stared at you, disbelieving your disbelief. You took a beat, and then spoke. “First of all…” You immediately aborted, shaking your head. “You know what? I’m not even going to ask you to further explain the reasoning behind this. I don’t understand, and, frankly, I don’t know if it’s worth my time trying to understand.”

“I already explained–”

You shushed him. “I’m still talking.” You placed your hands firmly on your hips. “So, new ‘first of all’: do I get a say in this? Did you consider that perhaps I wouldn’t be at all interested in spending money on a strap-on and fucking you?”

Roger just stared at you, blank-faced.

You sighed, your hands dropping. “Yeah, okay, fine, you got me there, of course I’d want to do that,” you muttered in defeat. You shook your head. “Rog, do you even actually understand the – mechanics behind all of it? Have you thought about the fact that you may not like it?”

“It’ll be fine,” Roger said. “We’ve managed everything else we’ve done so far just fine, haven’t we? If I don’t like it, I’ll just say so. But don’t tell Brian I didn’t like it.”

“When the hell would that come up in conversation?”

“Oh, he’ll want to know,” Roger said seriously.

“Then he can ask you,” you said. “I don’t want to get involved in this stupid dick measuring.”

Roger’s eyes went wide, a lightbulb springing to life. “Good thinking,” he said. “Dick measuring.”

“What?”

Roger’s face fell. “Actually, no, I’m pretty sure his dick’s bigger than mine,” he muttered in thought. He cocked his head to one side. “But is my dick prettier than his?”

He looked to you.

“I’m not even going to try answering that,” you said, deadpanned.

Roger waved a hand. “Whatever. We can decide for ourselves next time we have a threesome.”

You were a little taken aback by the nonchalance of the comment, as if having threesomes was now just a casual Friday night, which it certainly wasn’t. Your first threesome (closely followed by your second, a few days later), had been a few weeks ago now. You’d been talking about getting together again soon, but it was difficult to coordinate such a thing, and, as much fun as it was, it wasn’t high on your priority list. But apparently, according to Roger, it was right around the corner. You couldn’t help but wonder what sort of conversations he and Brian had been having about it behind your back.

You rolled your eyes, heaving a sigh. “Men.” You started shooing Roger out the door. “Yes, we’ll go shopping on the weekend. Please actually do some research into anal sex, though, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Roger said, and you knew that there was no way he’d remember to do that.

You opened the front door, and he hovered. “So when do you wanna… do it?” he said, giving you a cheeky smile that he knew you loved.

You scowled, trying to smother your own smile, and his smile widened. He could tell. You were terrible at hiding.

“We’ll figure it out later,” you said. “Can you get out of my house now? I want to sleep.”

“Can it be soon, though? I want to rub it in Brian’s face as soon as possible.”

“Fine,” you said. “Next week, whatever. Just text me.”

“Yes,” Roger hissed in victory. “Thank you! Don’t tell Brian!”

“Fine, whatever, goodbye,” you said, and he finally left, strutting away.

The weekend shopping trip didn’t pan out. You were asked to head into work last-minute, so instead, after work, Roger came over, and the two of you browsed for options online. You were a little wary that Roger’s eagerness seemed to stem not from actually wanting to be fucked, but wanting to be able to brag about being fucked, but you went along with it. You found a strap-on that seemed fairly basic – you’d never done this before either, so you didn’t want anything overly complicated – relatively cheap, and the reviews seemed promising.

You and Roger split the payment. Then, while you had him there, you looked up instructional information on anal sex, and forced him to read it. Although, to be fair, you were reading to learn as well. You could see it slowly starting to dawn on Roger the fact that, yes, there would be a large object going into his asshole, and that it would take some work to get it in there. He chewed on his lip.

You hoped he wasn’t going to back out. If he did, then he did, and that was fine, but then you’d have an entire strap-on that would be going to waste. Maybe you could just use it on Brian instead.

Then, of course, somehow, thanks to Roger, you ended up watching guy-getting-fucked-by-girl porn, and you took note of the way Roger’s cheeks flushed and his breathing sped up, the way he watched with rapture, his pupils blown. He kept up commentary as well, pointing out things he liked the look of and things he didn’t.

So it seemed he was genuinely interested in it, after all. Good. You were, too, and watching porn of it only made you more eager for the real thing.

You noticed Roger having to shift himself every few seconds, adjusting his jeans, so you reached over and began palming him, feeling him harden beneath your hand. The high-heeled woman on screen called the man she was fucking a little bitch and rammed her silicon dick into him, and the man moaned. Roger hissed, “Fuck,” and batted your hand away to undo his jeans, unzipping the fly, so you could wiggle your hand into his underwear. Barely even looking at what he was doing, he pushed your dress up your thighs and returned the favour, massaging your clit.

Jacking each other off, side by side, while watching porn, wasn’t something you thought you’d ever done before. Roger came first, and as soon as he did, he reached forward and snapped your laptop shut as you reached for a tissue from your bedside table to wipe your hand clean.

“I’ve heard plenty of those guys,” he said, tucking himself back into his jeans and sliding the laptop out of the way across the bed. He rolled onto his stomach, settling between your thighs. He was still breathing heavily, pink-cheeked and a little sweaty from his orgasm, and he looked gorgeous. “I wanna hear you now.”

He didn’t even bother taking your underwear off – he just pulled it aside to make room for his mouth.

The strap-on arrived about five days later, and you sent Roger a snap of the box. can u put it on for me? he asked.

So you did. It took some figuring out, and you were still fully dressed underneath it, which looked a little silly. It felt odd, to have weight at the front of your pelvis where you were used to having none. You sent Roger a snap, pulling a dumb facing and making a peace sign in the mirror, jutting your hips forward.

not really what I was expecting ngl, he replied, and you snorted. do u like it? feels ok?

yeah, you said. so when do u wanna meet?

send me a photo of u wearing nothing but that and I can make time to come over rn

You laughed. I’m free saturday night

I got work sat night :((

till when?

10-3. AM.

ikr

come over before then, you said. come over at like 7

u want me to come over to urs and get fucked in the ass then do a 6 hour shift at work

was that not clear? You bit your lip, then went for the jugular, smiling to yourself as you did so. or are u not manly enough to handle that?

fuck u, Roger replied immediately. see u at 7 on saturday. DONT TELL BRIAN.

You were half-tempted to tell Brian, just for the hell of it. But you didn’t, even when you and Brian ran into each other at the library the next day, and ended up sitting next to each other, flirting with each other over text underneath the table as your books sat, untouched.

You and Brian also sat untouched. He had a lecture to get to, and, as tempting as it was to let him fuck you in the library toilets, your ‘no fucking at uni’ rule still stood.

So by the time seven PM Saturday rolled around, you were feeling a little pent-up. But you swallowed it down as best you could – you didn’t want to push Roger into anything he wasn’t comfortable with just because you were horny.

When he turned up, he had a glint of excitement in his eye. You knew that glint well – Roger had been fairly vanilla before he’d started sleeping with you, and nothing was more enticing to him than the prospect of trying anything new and a bit left of field.

“Show me, show me, show me,” he said as soon as he stepped in the door, and he followed you, a spring in his step, to your bedroom, where the strap-on lay on your bed, next to a heavy supply of lubricant.

“Oh, man,” he said, his eyes wide. He picked it up by the dildo, and turned to you, looking almost amazed. “This is gonna go in my bum.”

You spluttered out a laugh, and then Roger was laughing too, and both of you were struggling to breathe.

“Way to ruin the fucking mood,” you said, wiping tears from your eyes.

“Well, it’s true!” Roger said. A few bubbles of laughter escaped from him, and then he took a big breath and finally let the strap-on drop back onto the bed. “And I have thoroughly washed every nook, cranny, crack, and crevice of my entire body, so I hope it does go in my bum, otherwise that would have been a bloody waste of my time.”

“Hygiene would have been a waste of your time?” you said, quirking an eyebrow.

“This was ridiculous,” Roger said. “It was, like, pandemic-national-state-of-emergency-everyone-cleanse-yourselves level of hygiene. I haven’t been this clean since before I was born. And,” he added, swaggering over to you, far too proud for someone who’d just said the word ‘bum’ twice in about five minutes, “I’ve been practicing. So you’re welcome.”

“Practicing?”

Roger’s hands came to rest on your hips, and he bit his bottom lip, waggling his eyebrows at you. “Oh, yeah. With my fingers.”

“Oh,” you said, pleasantly surprised. “How many times have you fingered yourself, then?”

“Like, three times since last Saturday?”

“And?”

“It is… weird and uncomfortable.” Roger shrugged a shoulder dismissively. “But I haven’t been able to find my G-spot, so I imagine when you find it, it’ll make everything way better.”

“Oh, so it’s up to me now, is it?” you said.

“You’re the one fucking me,” Roger said.

You supposed he was right. “And how many fingers have you managed?”

Roger glanced away. “Uh, two,” he said, a little embarrassed. “It’s kinda hard when you’re doing it yourself.”

“Wow,” you said, your voice lilting suggestively. “So hot. You’re turning me on so much.”

“Hey, you asked,” Roger said indignantly.

“Yes, that’s true. I’m sorry.” You leant forward and gave Roger a soft kiss. “I’ll make sure you’re nice and stretched out for me, okay?”

Roger nodded, and grinned. “Okay.” His grin brightened. “Brian’s gonna be so jealous when he finds out.”

You rolled your eyes. “Enough about Brian, Jesus.”

“All right, all right.” Roger kissed you, and you both quickly fell into the familiar routine of it, the push-and-pull, give-and-take of it. You expected the gentleness of Roger’s kisses now, and it was all too easy to lose yourself in them, undressing each other with ease. You knew to tug on Roger’s hair every now and again; he knew you liked the feeling of his hand pressing on your lower back.

You found yourself on the bed, wearing only your bra and underwear. Hands were roaming further downwards, kissing were growing longer, needier.

You paused before things got carried away, rolling on top of Roger and straddling his waist, leaning down to kiss his neck. “How do you wanna do this?” you murmured, ghosting your lips along his skin.

Roger sighed, languidly rolling his hips up against yours. “The stuff we read said doggy style is easiest for your first time, right?”

You could feel his throat vibrating against your lips, and you kissed his pulse point, humming in agreement.

He moaned softly. “But… just doing this is really good too,” he murmured.

You smiled, and captured his lips in yours again. You ground against him, just a little bit, loving how he kissed you harder in response.

So you kissed like that for even longer, until your mouth was swollen. You almost forgot entirely why Roger was here, just enjoying the intimacy, but then you noticed you had to piss, and when you sat up you spotted the neglected strap-on at the foot of the bed.

“Oh, wait, hold up,” you said with a chuckle.

“What?” Roger said, sitting up beside you. “Oh, yeah, that.”

You both laughed, and you gave his thigh a light slap. “I’m gonna pee. I want you on all fours when I get back, all right?”

“Bossy,” Roger muttered, and gave your butt a light pat in return when you climbed off the bed.

When you returned, Roger wasn’t on all fours – he was inspecting the strap-on, his bottom lip jutting out slightly in concentration, a line between his brows.

“Nervous?” you asked, and he looked up sharply, surprised at your entrance.

“A little,” he admitted. He ran his fingers along the dildo, and gave you an anxious smile. “I hope I like it.”

You shrugged, and fetched one of the bottles of lube. “If you don’t, it’s nothing to worry about. I think it’s great that you’re trying.” You gave him a quick kiss. “All right, hands and knees.”

He got into position, and you ducked around him to kiss him again, stroking along his side soothingly. You drew back, and settled behind him with a determined sigh.

“Okay,” you said.

Roger peered around himself to look at you. “Do you know what you’re doing?”

“I’ve never done anal, so not really, in all honesty,” you said. “But I have plenty of experience stretching out myself, so I’m gonna go with a similar method. It’s tried and true, after all.” You patted Roger’s arse, and he jumped a little, then laughed.

“You have such a cute butt,” you remarked, giving one cheek a squeeze. “It’s all round and perky.”

“Oh my God, stop,” Roger groaned in embarrassment.

“I mean it!” you said with a laugh.

“I know you do, that’s why I’m saying stop. And, for the record, I know I have a cute bum, you’re not the first person to tell me that. But I don’t need to hear it when you’re about to – y’know.”

You grinned. “Sorry, sorry. I was trying to make you feel more comfortable.”

“Just please get started.”

“All right, all right.” You pressed a kiss to the base of his spine, then poured lube on your fingers. “Ready?”

“Yes,” he huffed. “Go.”

Fingers dripping, you circled his entrance, massaging it. You could feel his whole body seize up immediately, like you’d electrocuted him. You squeezed his hip, and just kept working him open until you could push a finger in.

“Relax for me, Rog,” you said, rubbing his thigh soothingly. “You’re so tight.”

“I’m trying.”

“Stop trying,” you said. “Stop thinking about it. Hey, why don’t I just…” You reached around and ghosted your hand over his dick. He was soft, so you worked to get him interested, lightly jerking him off when he nodded his head.

“Okay, yeah, that’s better,” he breathed, and already he was relaxing more around your finger.

“Can you do it?” you said. “Sorry, it’s just a bit hard for me to do both.”

Roger hummed, and leant down onto one elbow, getting his balance. His fingers brushed yours as he wrapped them around his cock, and you gave him one final squeeze before you let go.

You could wiggle your finger around now, and you worked a second in, twisting and scissoring, dropping little words of praise and encouragement when Roger began to open up. It made your wrist and fingers ache, but you didn’t care.

You pushed your fingers in a little deeper, and Roger twitched in discomfort.

“How you going, you need a break?” you said.

Roger grunted. “I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

“Can we just… switch positions?”

“Sure.” You eased your fingers out of him, and he fell onto his side, rolling onto his back. He was pink and sweating.

You patted his knee, and grabbed a pillow, and he lifted his hips so you could slide it underneath him. “We can stop whenever.”

“I know,” he said. “I don’t want to. I want you to fuck me.”

You shuddered. “Yeah, okay. How about I suck you off for a bit, take your mind off it?”

“All right,” Roger said, and you settled between his legs, slipping his half-hard cock into your mouth.

You were careful not to get him too excited, but he moaned softly, his hand twisting into your hair. “Fuck, your mouth,” he breathed.

You got an idea. You pulled off with a wet sound, wiping your mouth on the back of your hand. “Rog, curl your legs up to your chest a bit for me.”

Roger did. “Why?”

“I’m gonna try like this, okay?”

He nodded. “Yeah, go for it.”

You poured more lube onto your fingers, and then went back to blowing him, feeling him swell in your mouth, and made sure to take him deep as you pushed two fingers back into him.

Roger made a strangled sound, and you paused, glancing up at him, but he blurted out, “Keep going, keep going, it’s good.”

So you did. You were able to work your fingers even deeper, and then you began searching for his prostate. You knew it was hardly the best blowjob you’d ever given – you kept getting distracted by what your hand was doing – but it seemed to keep Roger’s mind occupied enough to stretch him out.

Then the pads of your fingers brushed over what must have been his prostate, because Roger stiffened, crying out. “Oh, Jesus, fuck,” he exclaimed. “What the f– Oh, that was my G-spot, wasn’t it?”

You nodded, mouth still full of dick, drool dripping over your lips, and Roger chuckled at the sight. “Okay, I can see why people like this now.”

You focused back on your task. You began sucking him off properly, swallowing around him, and he moaned appreciatively. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he said.

Then you did a bit more prodding, and pressed against his prostate again, and he gasped. “Mm, fuck,” he groaned. “Christ, that feels so good.”

So you did it again, just massaging the area, and Roger’s dick twitched in your mouth. “Oh, oh, God, fuck, oh,” he blurted, his voice climbing in pitch with each oh. “Ah, fuck, no, I can’t, you gotta st– ah, mm– stop stop stop.”

You did, pulling off him with a slurp. You kept your fingers inside him, but moved them away from his prostate.

He was panting, and he scraped his hair away from his face. “Ah, God,” he said weakly. “God, I need to come. Can you fuck me now? Is this what it feels like when I get you all worked up and you start demanding that I fuck you?”

“I imagine so, probably,” you said. “You just really want to have something inside you?”

“Inside me, yeah,” Roger agreed. He laughed. “Which is… an unfamiliar need.”

“I don’t think you’re stretched out enough,” you said. “Another finger at least.”

“All right, yeah,” Roger said. “Go ahead.”

“You want me to keep sucking you off?”

“Not… right now. I need time to cool down a bit.”

You chuckled. “Okay.” You pressed a kiss to the inside of his knee, and then slid a third finger in. It went far more easily than the first two, and Roger just sighed at the intrusion, his eyes closing.

There was still some scissoring and wriggling to do, but the only sign of discomfort that Roger signalled was the occasional shift. For the most part, he just let it happen, until you were able to fuck him with all three of your fingers.

You found Roger’s prostate again, and he hissed. “Mm, God, fuck me,” he moaned, almost obscenely, and you stopped in surprise, laughing slightly.

“What?” he said, looking down at you.

“No, nothing,” you said quickly. “Just… wasn’t expecting that.”

“What?”

You took half a second to register that he really didn’t seem to know what you were referring to. You didn’t want to make him feel embarrassed, so you said, “Nothing. How do you feel?”

“Good. Really good.”

“Good.” You eased your fingers out, and Roger moaned again. “I think you’re ready.”

Roger sat up on his elbows. “Fucking finally. Get that thing on.”

You snorted. “All right, all right. You’re welcome.”

“Sorry. Thank you for fingering me, I know it took forever.”

You gave him a smile as you climbed off the bed. “That’s okay, I was happy to do it.”

You put on the strap-on. You were just fiddling with the buckles when Roger crawled over to you, and sat back on his haunches on the edge of the bed.

“You look really good with that on,” he said, his eyes roaming your body.

“You think so? Doesn’t look too silly?”

“Knowing that you’re about to fuck me? No. Not silly.”

You grinned. “I’m glad you’re so eager.”

Roger nodded, licking his lips, his eyes wide.

You went to the lube, and slicked up the dildo. You had to admit, there was something really hot about watching your hand slide up and down your dick, even if the dick was fake. Just the action of jacking yourself off was enough to turn you on. You felt powerful.

“How do you wanna do this?” you said, turning to Roger.

“I– I wanna ride you,” Roger said, his cheeks turning redder. “Can I do that?”

“Yeah, we can try that,” you said. You settled down on your back in the middle of the bed. “I’m ready when you are.”

Roger took a steadying breath, and then crawled over you, straddling your hips. “I can’t believe I’m about to do this,” he muttered.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” you said.

“Oh, no, I want to,” Roger said. “I just never imagined I’d want to. Funny how life turns out.”

He positioned himself above the strap-on, and you held it steady for him. “Easy does it, yeah?” you said, and he nodded, then started lowering himself down.

His eyes went wide, and he stopped almost immediately. “Ah, shit,” he panted.

You rubbed his thigh. “You’re all right, you’ve got this.”

He nodded. “I know, it just…”

He took a moment, and then kept going.

By the time he was fully seated, he was trembling from the effort, his skin glistening with sweat.

“How does it feel?” you asked gingerly, smoothing your hands up and down his thighs. It felt different to feel the weight of someone seated in your lap. Different, but definitely something you’d be happy getting used to. “You all right? Doesn’t hurt?”

“I feel… really full,” he said weakly.

“In a bad way?”

“N–No. Good way.”

You beamed. “Good!”

Roger gave you a wobbly smile back. “I…” He laughed. “There’s just so much of it. I don’t even know what to do right now.”

“Just start moving,” you said. “Move your hips. Just find out what feels good. Take your time, I’m in no hurry. We’ve got plenty of lube.”

Roger nodded, and then gave his hips a gentle rock forward. He made a small sound.

“Yeah, like that,” you said. “Just like that. You’re doing so well.”

Roger started rocking a little more, and his eyes slid closed, his brow furrowing.

“You can lean on me,” you said.

Roger did, bracing himself against your shoulders. “Is this okay?” he said.

“Perfect,” you said. You wanted to press forward to give him a kiss, but you didn’t want to jostle him too much, so you instead turned your head to press your lips to his wrist, and just kept running your hands over his thighs.

He started moving with more purpose now, and the look on his face and the sound that fell from his open lips made your core throb.

“F–fuck,” he whispered, and you felt his thighs clench has he lifted himself up off the dildo and back down again.

“God, Rog,” you breathed. You moved your hands to his hips, and started gently rolling your hips up to meet his.

“Oh,” he moaned.

You fumbled for the lube and drizzled some onto your hand, then started lightly dragging your fist over his cock in time with his thrusts.

Roger swore, his hips jerking forward into your hand. He sat back and started dragging himself up and down the dildo, experimenting and exploring, and then slowly picked up speed, beginning to bounce in your lap, just shallow bounces, and you pumped his cock, and he started letting out little ah, ah, ah sounds that were somehow both stupidly hot and stupidly cute at the same time. The natural rasp of his voice sounded fucking phenomenal.

You were in awe. “Shit, you look incredible,” you said.

Roger smiled down at you, and then he must have hit some spot inside him, because his smile disappeared from his face, replaced by what you could only describe as an O-face, and he stilled in your lap, shuddering. “Oh, fuck,” he whimpered. He leant forward again, on your shoulders, and slowly circled his hips, fucking himself slow and deep, his head hanging down between his shoulders, gasping moans dripping from his lips like honey. You slowed down your fist, swiping your thumb over the head and twisting leisurely, rolling your hips up to his nice and slowly.

“You’re so vocal for me,” you murmured appraisingly. “Sound so perfect.”

Roger moaned again.

“Yeah, like that,” you said. “Feels so good to be so full, doesn’t it? Can’t help making all those pretty sounds.”

“Yeah,” Roger ground out.

You could see the tension in his arms, and you used your other hand to card his hair from his face. It didn’t matter, though – his hair fell right back into place.

He went very still very suddenly. “Ah, fuck, fuck, more lube,” he grunted.

“On it,” you said. “Wanna hop off?”

Roger nodded, and you helped him up. He collapsed beside you on the bed, and you poured so much lube onto the strap that it dripped onto the bed.

“Do you want to keep going?” you said, and Roger nodded.

“Yeah.”

“Can I try fucking you like this?” you asked, settling in between his thighs.

Roger moaned, covering his face with his hands. “That’s so hot.”

You playfully threw his legs open wide, and he just about squeaked, and then you drizzled some lube onto your fingers and said, “Just gonna put my fingers in you, okay? Get you nice and wet for me.”

“That sounds gross,” Roger said with a giggle, but he let his arms fall beside him, and his legs more open still.

You eased a finger into him, then a second, massaging his opening, and he hummed. “It feels so much nicer when I’m not so clenched up,” he said.

“We got there in the end, didn’t we?” you said. You withdrew your fingers, and Roger sighed.

“Okay, you ready?”

“Yeah. You better fuck me good.”

“You may have to help me,” you said with a slightly nervous grin. “I’ve never done this before.”

“It’s okay,” Roger said. “I’ve never been fucked before, so we’re both in the dark here.”

You took one of his knees, bringing it over your hip, and then braced yourself on the bed and took hold of the strap-on again, sliding the tip into Roger.

“Slower, ah, slower,” he blurted, and you froze.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Roger said tightly. “Keep going. Not too slow, just a little slower.”

So you did, and Roger didn’t stop you again. You stopped about halfway, and then, feeling a bit silly but hoping you were guessing right, pulled out a touch and thrust shallowly back in.

Roger’s mouth fell open. “Ah, Christ.”

“Good?”

“Yes. Good.”

You kept it up, going in just a little more each time until you were all the way in. Your thighs burned. You never realised how strenuous this was. You’d have to give the boys more credit.

Roger looked almost in another dimension, like he didn’t know what to do with himself, his eyes wide and his mouth still open.

You leant over to kiss his jaw. “You all right?”

“Yeah,” he said. His eyes flicked to you, and his pupils were huge. “Yeah, I’m– I’m great.”

“I’m gonna keep going, gonna do a bit more, okay? Tell me if it hurts.”

Roger nodded.

You leant back a little, and then started thrusting, trying to copy what you liked on yourself, hoping it translated.

Roger let out a stuttering moan, and gripped the sheets beside him. “Oh, yes, fuck.”

So you kept going, hitting him deep. The sounds he was making were unlike anything you’d heard from him before – moans, but loud, punching out of him, and whining sobs. His fists twisted in the sheets.

Then you shifted, changing your angle, and he very nearly howled. “Right there, right there, please, fuck, don’t stop!”

Thank God no one else was home.

“Rog, touch yourself,” you said in a rush. “Come on, I wanna see you come all over yourself.”

Roger’s hand went to his cock, and he started fisting himself in time to your thrusts. His eyelids fluttered. “Not gonna – last long,” he gasped.

“Doesn’t matter,” you said. “God, Roger, it’s so hot how much you love this. You look fucking perfect, getting fucked like this.”

Roger moaned, and he begged you to go faster, so you did, and his hand sped up, matching you. He squirmed.

An idea sprung into your head, and, biting your lip to try to hide your smug smile – unsuccessfully – you said, “You gonna come on my cock, sweetheart?”

Roger let out a sound that was half a moan and half a laugh, and managed to get out, “God, I fuckin’ am.”

“You’re so close, aren’t you?”

Roger nodded frantically, his face flushed.

“How close?”

“S-so close,” Roger whined. “Fuck, ah.”

You had to pause to shift, and then you started fucking him again, and you must have done something right because Roger’s back was arching and he was begging you to fuck him right there, yes, so you did, and then two strokes of his hand later he came, white splattering all over his chest and stomach, and his chest was heaving as you slowed down, easing him through it, same as his hand.

You were sweaty and exhausted and unbelievably horny, but it was worth it to see Roger’s face when he’d come. It seemed to take forever for him to come back to Earth, and you just rubbed his thigh soothingly as you waited.

Then he looked down at you, blinking those big blue eyes, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “You with me?” you said.

Roger nodded wordlessly, breaking out into a dazzling smile that was equal parts delighted and bewildered, and you laughed again.

“Holy fuck,” he said. He moved a bit, and then his face screwed up. “Ah, sensitive.”

“Sorry, it’s– I’m, um, still inside you,” you said.

Roger shuddered. “Why does that sound so hot? It shouldn’t, but it does.��

“I’m going to pull out,” you said. “Sorry if it’s uncomfortable.”

You slowly pulled the strap-on out of Roger, and he didn’t say anything, but his nose was scrunched.

You climbed off the bed and fiddled with the strap-on, unfastening all the clips and buckles, and letting it pool at your feet, while Roger reached for a tissue to wipe himself down. “I’ll clean this later,” you said, and joined Roger on the bed.

Roger pulled you in for a kiss. “I think my mind just exploded.”

You grinned. “Oh, really? I couldn’t tell.”

“Shut up.” Roger kissed you again. “We need to do that again some time.”

“We will,” you said. “I own that thing, you know. We can do this any time. Maybe next time we can have a go at me being in charge. Y’know, really in charge, like that time at my place.”

Roger breathed out shakily. “You have no idea what the thought of that does to me,” he said, his voice rough.

You wiggled your eyebrows, grinning salaciously, curling into him, smoothing your hand over his chest. “Maybe we can try tying your hands up, really drag it out, edging you for, like, an hour.” Roger’s breathing grew shallow, his eyes darkening. “See if I can make you come just from fucking and fingering you, not even touching your dick.”

“Fuck,” Roger hissed, and kissed you hungrily.

You tried to suppress your grin, but it was difficult, and you made a pleased noise against Roger’s lips, coming your fingers through his hair.

By the time you broke apart, you were aching. “Who would’ve thought you liked being dominated and pegged, huh?” you said, tapping his cheek with the palm of your hand.

“I’m so glad we started hooking up,” Roger said earnestly. “No other girl I’ve been with has suggested it. Who knows how long I would’ve gone without trying it? Could’ve been years.”

You chuckled. “What a tragedy that would’ve been.”

“You’re telling me. Dodged a fucking bullet.”

You both laughed, and you gave him a soft kiss. “Well, now we’ve done this once, should be easier next time. We can try out whatever you like.” You paused. “Given that we have the time to stretch you out properly, and when no one else is home…”

“I can prep myself,” Roger said. “Make life a bit easier. But why do we have to be alone?”

You gave him a look. “Uh, did you hear yourself? You were like a porn star. Uh, yeah, fuck, right there, uh, harder, fuck me, uh.”

Roger blushed profusely. “I did fucking not sound like that.”

“You most certainly did,” you said. You squeezed his hip. “It was hot as hell, don’t be embarrassed about it. But unless you want Lucy or the guys to know without a doubt that you’re being fucked in the arse, I’d suggest we wait until we’re alone.”

Roger grunted, and then yawned. “Ah, God, I could fall asleep right now.”

“You can’t, you’ve got work,” you said. “In…” You checked the time. “An hour and a half.”

Roger’s eyes closed, and he nodded sleepily. “I do,” he murmured. “But I’m also so tired.”

“You’re covered in almost every substance known to man right now,” you said. “You need to shower.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Roger said. “Can you carry me?”

You snorted. “In your dreams. You big baby.”

Roger smiled. “Worth a shot.”

“Come on.” You rolled off the bed, staggering slightly as your thighs protested. “Man, I’m gonna have to do some stretches or something,” you said. “I swear a pulled a muscle.”

Roger’s eyes cracked open. “Did you hurt yourself?”

“No, just my thighs ache like a bitch. Doesn’t that happen to you?”

Roger hummed, his eyes closing again. “A bit. Guess I’m not as focused on it when I’m trying to get off. You don’t really notice it as much.”

“Hey.” You picked up the bottle of lube on the bed and threw it at him. “Don’t fall asleep.” It bounced off his ribs, and he recoiled.

“Ow!”

“Get up.”

He moaned in protest.

“You’re disgusting.” You gathered up your clothes. “I’ll see you in the morning, I guess! Have fun getting fired!”

“No, no, I’ll shower, I’m coming,” Roger said. He took a deep breath in, and then hauled himself into sitting position, then rolled off the bed. He held out his arms, trying to hide his wincing. “Ta-da.”

“Well done, you stood up,” you said.

“Thank you.”

You couldn’t help but smile as you shook your head. “Stop being cute. Go on.”

Roger grinned, and headed towards the door. “You think I’m cute?” He tossed his hair over his shoulder. “Someone told me today they think I have a cute arse; would you agree?” He gave it a little slap.

You raised an eyebrow. “‘Someone’, huh?”

“Yeah, no one important.” Roger disappeared out the door before you could respond. “Come join me and my cute arse in the shower,” he called.

“Yeah, all right,” you called back. You dumped your clothes on the floor again, and hurried after him.

As a thank-you for this evening, he kissed you until you couldn’t breathe and fingered you in the shower until you’d come twice, completely shaking apart, having to lean against him for support, your knees weak. When you eventually climbed out of the shower – both of you now well and truly satisfied – you took one look at the mirror and said absentmindedly, “What if next time I fucked you from behind, facing a mirror?”

Roger made a sound that was almost a word but not quite, his towel dropping from his hands.

You turned to him, laughing, as you wrapped your towel around yourself. “What?”

“Are you serious?”

“Why, does that sound like something you’d be interested in?”

Roger nodded eagerly.

You shrugged a shoulder. “Yeah, we can do that.”

Roger surged towards you, kissing you heatedly, gasping into your mouth about how hot you were, about how you’d fucked him so well. You had to slow him down eventually – you could feel that both of you were getting too riled up, and one of you had to be the responsible one.

But it was only when Roger realised that he was running late that he actually finished getting ready. You were sitting on the edge of your bed, and he gave you a firm kiss on your lips and a quick you’re literally perfect you’re the best friend ever. He had just ducked out of your bedroom door when you called, “Wait, Roger?”

He popped his head back in. “What, what, what is it?”

You opened your mouth, and then closed it again. “Nothing. Sorry.”

“No, c’mon, what?”

“How would you feel about, uh, me fucking you while Brian fucks me?”

Roger groaned, lightly banging his head on your doorframe. “Jesus Christ.”

“Sorry!” you said, holding up your hands in defence. “Sorry, bad idea, I just thought of it and I just–”

“No, I meant, like, Jesus Christ, I am about to leave for work and you’re giving me a fucking…” He sighed. “I have to go before anything more comes out of that mouth that will wind up with me pouring beer everywhere or smashing a glass because I’ll be too distracted thinking about it. That’s not a solid yes, I don’t know if I’m all that on board for Brian seeing me – like that, but I will still be thinking it over until my brain fries in my skull, so cheers for that. I’m going now, goodbye.”

“Bye!” you called after him. “Sorry!”

“Fuck you!” he called back cheerily, and you heard the front door open and close again.

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10 question fic writing

Tagged by @ladyaj-13 thank u <3

1) What’s your favourite genre to write?

Honestly not sure? Judging by my previous stuff it’s just fluff with no particular plot, generally the pining>first kiss>beginning of relationship sort of time. I don’t tend to write case fics because that requires, you know, Thinking, but then saying that I’m actually trying to write one at the moment (it also has magic in it!) but the case aspect is the biggest obstacle as I only have a beginning and ending.

2) Do you pull inspiration from real-life or do you pull things from other books/fanfiction you’ve read?

I have absolutely no idea they just appear in my head and I write them.

Actually, saying that I do sometimes get inspiration from other fics I read but it’s often more the writing style or a general overall vibe. Occasionally I’ll read a bit of dialogue and suddenly have either a few ideas or an overwhelming need to write something Like That even though I have no plot to put around it.

3) Do you tend to write one-shots, short stories or longer things?

Generally one-shots or short stories (up to 20k ish) because that’s the form most of my ideas come in, but I do love the idea of longer things. I’m working on a longer fic (the magic one I mentioned above) but I have no idea how long it’ll be.

4) Do you prefer writing descriptions or dialogue?

It really depends on my mood. Often writing dialogue feels like getting blood from a stone unless the dialogue is what first sprung into my mind to inspire the fic. Description comes a lot more naturally to me but I struggle to fit it in amongst the rest of what I’m writing. What I find hardest and often leave til last is the transitions between scenes/locations.

5) Favourite fic/book of all the time?

My favourite book is probably I’ll give you the sun by Jandy Nelson. And also based on how many times I’ve read them and the fact that I almost never read things more than once, the history boys (which I’ve read 5 times) and parsnips, buttered by joe Lycett (which I read something like 9 times in one year, often back to back).

I have so many favourite fics I can’t even start. Basically, all my bookmarks on a03 are my fav things I’ve read that I would read again, so that should give an indication. I have to say soft like summer rain by @fitzrove though that makes me Feel Things. Also Easy As Anything by komodobits (idk the tumblr) which is 80% of the reason I started watching red dwarf and I genuinely read all 140k words in 1 night like an INSANE PERSON and have since read it twice more, both times in one go. It lives rent free in my brain.

6) Favourite trope?

ENEMIES TO LOVERS PINING SLOW BURN

Also, every single character being really dumb and bisexual pls.

7) Are you the kind of person to work on more than one wip?

I tried not to be when I started regularly writing fic but now it’s descended into chaos. Well, not chaos, like 8 or so, and maybe 5 of which I’m actively writing, but for me that’s a lot of things to be juggling in my head at once.

8) How long have you been writing for?

The first story I remember writing I think I was about 7 and it was about some barbie dolls on a day out. All through primary school I wrote little stories and when I was about 12 I got wattpad and started posting original stuff on there, then started a couple sort of gen fanfics, though I was never very involved in online fandom. I did nanowrimo in 2017, and attempted it again in 2018 except I abandoned the book and have never looked at it since. Don’t think I want to tbh.

That’s basically a very wordy way of saying I’ve been writing as long as I can remember, but I’ve only been actively properly writing fic for like 2 years or so now.

9) Do you tend to write more during the morning, afternoon or evening?

Generally, just whenever the inspiration strikes, which isn’t much at all lately I’ve barely written anything for about a month now. I do most of my writing in the evening (11-2 ish) but then again I do most of everything at 11-2 ish.

10) Do you ever prefer to post and update your wip chapter by chapter, or do you prefer to wait until your wip is 100% finished before sharing it?

I’m not really sure. I like the idea of the satisfaction of posting something all in one go, which I’m trying to do with my current multi-chapter wips, because if nothing else it’s just a test of my self control, but also……. Comments and validation pls, so I’m not really sure if I have a preference either way. My ideal setup would be to write it all, then post chapter by chapter on a regular schedule as I edit each chapter.

My brain has just switched off so no tags but if u want to do this then I’ve tagged you!

#tag thing #me rambling for longer than i need to!#the unable to shut up gene #ok goodnight

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longinglook · 5 years ago

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semi hiatus announcement

hi everyone, I think it’s finally time for me to make a post about this. I am switching from smart working back to regualr office working for my internship, so I’ll have even less time for my blog. I will be done on july 24th, so it’s only a matter of weeks! This is what my hiatus will mean:

reblogs: I have a queue running during daytime but I won’t always have the time to find stuff to put in it. Keep in mind that if I reblog something, I might not actually be online. If you don’t see me post for days it doesn’t mean I’m not active though! I lurk a lot so rest assured that I am almost always up to date with news and announcements.

new gifsets: I might make some in my free time/during weekends if there is something that I really really want to gif, but other than that I don’t think I’ll be very productive. Once I am done with my internship I will start the why r u rewatch I have been talking about and that will bring lots of new gifs

fic updates: I will still be updating our last page regularly (about once a week), so no changes there. If I am very inspired I might write a few one shots as well.

inbox: I will be reading and replying to all asks and direct messages, so don’t worry about bothering me and feel free to come and talk!

requests: I still have a few in my inbox that I haven’t gotten around to completing (I’ve been feeling a bit off about certain shows and actors lately) but I will still be accepting requests! It might take me a long time to get to them though, so if it’s something that you’d like to see done quickly, please consider asking another gifmaker.

tags/comments: just like messages, I will be reading and replying to them as usual. If you tag me in challenges that require me to make gifs, it might take me a while to get to them but I will!!!

This is about it I think! You can also find me at my main kpop blog which is also running on a queue, or on twitter where I mostly lurk and RT things.

#text #psa #have a nice summer guys!!#i will be back soon #you won't even realize i was gone

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 5 years ago

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so,,,idk if ur the person to talk to BUT i admire ur writing and u as a writer so here we go. i like writing and enjoy it very much, but i lose motivation a lot and feel so much pressure to put out writing. i wanna be successful like u and have a lil blog community and genuinely enjoy writing but i keep going back n forth between making a writing blog or just deleting tumblr. ive made fic blogs in the past but never stayed consistent. should i make another and actually commit? is it worth it???

Hi! I understand what you’re feeling. I think it’s part of being a writer honestly. I’ve struggled with motivation recently and something different I’ve tried this time is to change something up. I’ve changed up my writing playlist and try to figure out why I wanted to write that story in the first place and write that part of it, even if it’s far out in the storyline. Then I can build towards it and it switches things up enough to make me want to get that point in the story I wrote.

The putting out writing thing is something I’ve struggled with. I’ve tried to cut back to 3 fic/week which is still a lot. I understand that feeling I have to put something out or all of these people are suddenly going to disappear and never leave a comment or anything again. Which is frankly ridiculous and I have no idea where I got that in my head in the first place. People are not meant to constantly be working and producing things, even if they are creative outlets. Sometimes you need to just take some self-care time and zone out. Figure out what works for you and if you like only doing 1 fic once a month, that’s your right.

With the blog stuff, I wouldn’t delete your blog, even if you do make a new one. I do like to have a separate writing blog like this one. It’s easier for me as the writer and it’s probably easier for followers too. Maybe you’d like a separate one just for your writing and you keep your other one for all your other stuff.

One thing I will say about writing on here is try not to compare to others. It’s not good for you. I’ve been there too. Some days, I consider this little writing space successful. Others I think I’m absolute crap and it makes sense that notes have gone down and feedback and that I have very few people I even semi-regularly interact with. The tumblr algorithms are different now. I think it’s very hard to start from scratch even moreso. If you write well and are kind though, eventually people will come and find you, I promise. ❤️

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psicygni · 7 years ago

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commenting is hard and scary: general trends in the reasoning of fic readers

an incredibly academic review of answers, asks, and replies by me, 2017, tumblrdotcom

Introduction

This post concerns the super scientific survey from yesterday. A couple of you asked, so: the reason I wanted to know why folks don’t regularly comment is a combination of things. The first is writing for spones, which is a rather new experience, and the comparatively tiny number of comments on what I think is a pretty darn good story, compared with the overwhelming enthusiasm for the s/u piece I posted the other week- it got me thinking, needless to say. Second is the ever present discrepancy between number of comments and read-counts on new chapters when I post them. Third is receiving comments that start ‘I never comment, but’ and finally giving into the curiosity of what that’s like, to read all this fic and not comment on it. Fourth is the always circling posts of ‘comment on the fics you read!’ with explanations of why and how - it seems like those don’t totally get through to people? I don’t know, maybe they do, but it’s not like I reblog one and wake up the next morning to a bevy of comments.

Methods

Participants included the metric butt-ton of anon commenters, plus those who replied to the original post which you can read here. Too many to respond to without clogging everyone’s dashes, so we’re doing this instead.

Results

There were five main categories that responses fell into: not having much to say (and the temptation of the kudos button), RL issues, finding commenting stressful, perceptions of the author, and other.

The Profundity of Comments

The most reoccurring reason for not commenting (or not commenting regularly) was a feeling of not having much to say other than ‘I liked it. As one anon wrote, “i just honestly never know what to say and other comments are so well-constructed that i feel like my random "aww theyre so cute" would be inadequate.” This pressure to feel profound was reiterated by others, such as another anon who suggested “I think not all readers are former lit majors who may get intimidated to leave a "thoughtful" comment and are reading to de-stress or something.”

Beyond this lack of profound and interesting statements on fics, there was a general feeling that leaving a kudos, favoriting a fic, or creating a bookmark was akin to leaving a short comment saying ‘that was great’. One anon put it this way: “if I'm just saying 'great fic', it feels interchangeable with giving them a kudos”.

RL Issues

There was a reoccurring sentiment related to feeling like one has to be profound: not having enough time to sit down and leave the type of comment the reader wanted to. Also included in this was not having the energy to do so, either because readers were enjoying fic as a way to relax and de-stress, or because they were reading in bed and were tired. Another issue raised was the fact that mobile reading doesn’t lend itself to commenting, and it’s awkward to have to switch to a desktop to comment. Finally, there was the simple problem of forgetting, despite all best intentions. Life, as we all know, gets entirely too busy sometimes. @samttuummaa ties this all together nicely and puts words to what a number of other folks said in their own replies: “Here's the recipe: start with I read on my cell, where typing is a moth#£$&#@! of an experience. Combine that with the fact that I always had a million things to say so the reviews were rarely short. Toss that with a toddler wanting my attention. Let it all simmer in the fact that I only got to read in spurts of just a few minutes at a time… modify this recipe by adding a 2nd baby”.

Commenting as a stressful activity

This section of results fell into two main categories. First was readers who struggle with social anxiety. Second was readers for whom English is a non-native language, and either the difficulty of writing in english was prohibitive, or they were too self-conscious of their writing to enjoy the process of leaving a comment.

Author as a roadblock

Interestingly, many folks wrote about ways in which authors themselves were an impediment. There was a general sense among respondents that if authors don’t respond to comments, it’s not worth leaving them a comment on their story. One anon raises an interesting question, writing: “if the author then doesn't engage with the comments… why is a comment better than a kudos?” Additionally, readers felt that writers who don’t respond to comments might ignore the comments they leave, or commenting might be bothersome or irritating to these authors.

Some readers had negative interactions with authors which turned them off from commenting. One anon wrote: “Actually I left a good comment to a fic arthor and she didn't reply back to my comment but replied back to everyone's else and felt so horrible.” Another recounted a story of an ongoing correspondence with an author that went south for no discernible reason, which made them wary of engaging with writers in the future.

Another aspect of the way in which readers’ perspective of the author interfered with commenting was a perception that fic authors don’t like short comments. A second was that authors - myself included - are annoyed by pleas for updates, but that is what the reader really wants to write. (footnote 1: there is a difference between ‘update please!’ and ‘can’t wait to find out what happens next!!’ For me at least, the latter is more than welcome, while the former does tend to feel quite rude)

Finally, @what-if-im-a-mermaid and @mizjesbelle offered insight into the feeling that authors have their friends in fandom and that fics have an ‘insider/outsider’ culture, which the reader can be very much on the outside of, or that as an unknown reader, that feedback wasn’t pertinent compared to the author’s friends comments. As @what-if-im-a-mermaid wrote “I also remember having this vague impression of fandoms as these groups of people who all know each other and comment on each other’s work and are friends and feeling, idk, ‘excluded’ is not the right term because i wasn't sad about it, but like it was something I wasn’t part of? Like it didn’t concern me?” @mizjesbelle follows up this comment by writing, “@what-if-im-a-mermaid I know what you mean about a comment section sometimes feeling like a club you're not part of. I follow a lot of webcomics, and there are some I don't comment on because everyone clearly knows each other. I know they don't mean to be unwelcoming, but it can feel awkward.” (footnote 2: I have made all of my fandom friends through discussions started in comments on stories and trust me, if you comment on a story of mine, I remember you and I love you)

Other

There were a number of reasons that fell outside the above mentioned themes. These are that a fic is bad and the reader doesn’t want to leave criticism, being overwhelmed with feels after finishing reading a fic, the story is old, as a writer themselves they don’t care to receive comments and therefore don’t leave them as readers, and not realizing how it feels to put yourself out there and publish creative work. @what-if-im-a-mermaid writes, “I think part of it is that if you’re a casual fic reader and you’ve never put yourself out there by posting stuff you created to The Interweb it can be hard understand how incredibly rewarding receiving any feedback at all is. For the longest time I thought of fic writers as a bunch of people who find writing so easy and intrinsically rewarding that they post billions of words on line for free, because it makes them happy. They’re obviously Real Writers, very good at what they do, so why should feedback from a random girl who knows nothing about lit and writing affect them in any way? ‘ (footnote 3: it does make me happy, it’s so asldkfjasldkjf not easy, and if you enjoyed my story, you’re not random, see footnote 2 about how much I love you)

Discussion

Overall, a number of reasons stated here have made the rounds in fandom before: old stories tend to get few comments, folks don’t want to be rude and leave criticism, English is a ridiculous language, talking to authors can be scary, commenting is just plain hard when we all have work/school/kids/whatever, and the kudos button is right there for the clicking.

One aspect of these responses that surprised me was the variability. A lot of people have very different reasons for not commenting, which I hadn’t ever really considered before. As a writer, I interpret a lack of comments to mean that my writing is bad or boring, and even if folks are reading it, it’s more so out of not being able to find better fic than any true enjoyment.

Another thing I hadn’t thought about was the fact that for readers, the kudos button can feel the same as leaving a short comment - I don’t know about other writers, but those two feel entirely and hugely different to me. However, having read through all your responses I think I can change a bit and take kudos more to heart and hear what you’re all saying: you enjoyed the story and had you commented, that’s likely exactly what the comment would read. At the same time, I’d encourage all of you to consider how it feels to see a list of names of folks who have left kudos and know full well that only a handful of them stopped to tell you that they liked your story.

I was also surprised by the way in which a writer responding to comments made such an impact. I had no idea anyone responded until one day I left a comment and got a response back and then I started doing it myself. I mcfreaking love talking to readers through comments, especially on chaptered fic as I get to see their reactions as the story develops. It’s like getting to read my own story through someone else’s eyes and experience it as if I’m the reader who doesn’t know what’s coming up in the next chapter, with all of that thrill and fun. The same goes for one shots, though I don’t get to build that rapport over the course of the story.

Further Research

One question I’m left with is: for those of you who do comment, what is the draw for you? And for those of you who don’t, is there a way for authors to engage you so that you would comment? An anon wrote, ““FFN has this culture of the idea of asking for reviews being tacky, probably from the occasional 'I'll post the next chapter after 100 reviews' fics” which I’m not suggesting or anything of the sort. I don’t think that begging for comments is exactly the way through this. I’m more curious as to whether there is anything that might change your commenting behavior - because trust me, I’ll do it.

Conclusion

Fandom is the best and continues to be one of the great joys of my life, and I imagine many of yours. I wish I could convince everyone to comment, but I also respect all the reasons all y’all have furnished as to why that’s not realistic to ask.

#at the same time...#it's the holidays #leave a fic author you love a note #commenting #fic comments #long post #writing is fun!

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rwbyremnants · 7 years ago

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THIS CHAPTER: Blake/Yang/Carmine: Striptease, roleplay, costumes, consent play, grinding, clothes-ripping, fingering, sixty-nine, anal fingering, perineum play, analingus, catnip, strap-on sex, double-penetration, cuddling.

NOTE: By the end... of the year... this will be done, damn it! Even though I have a cold right now, I'm editing! And I'm writing a new fic! And going to ask someone to beta an old fic!! AAAAH!

==Chapter 29

================== BONUS 04: Blake Versus The Grimm

A weekend at last. After a week of exams, Blake was more than happy for the two days ahead with no studying, no homework, no stress. So much so that it gave her an idea to bring a significant stress relief.

So far, all her fellow teammates had been in various situations that definitely were not typical. Multiple teammates sating different urges, submitting themselves completely. It was the ultimate form of trust. Blake hadn't been the subject of such acts. At least, not yet. That was all about to change, thanks to a plan she had formed the past few days. A plan to not only make it up to Yang for having the choke-chain pulled on so hard that many times, but to satisfy the Faunus’s own desires to be roughly handled, to be subjected to such different forms of pleasure. Yang was not yet aware that she was curious about being ‘put in her place’ in the bedroom, even if only there; it had been something she was starting to become aware of through a few of the most recent interactions.

But Weiss was still exhausted when Blake asked her about joining in. She didn't fancy going for yet another round so soon after her past three ventures, and seemed even more leery about doing anything like that with Yang so soon after their argument. That was understandable; they all needed a brief break from each other. And Ruby was off the table, for obvious reasons.

That left another alternative, which worked out in her favour, since it meant leaving the dorm room and heading into Vale proper.

Carmine had remained in contact with the two since their last venture in the bedroom. There was the odd night out, messaging constantly, some even rather naughty messages being sent back and forth between the three of them. Mostly, she had moved on with Velvet, and things were going well in that department, but they had all remained a very unusual kind of friends. Of course, when Blake messaged her about having one last fling, for the sake of helping Yang and Blake try something new, she jumped at the chance. She even invited Blake to use the apartment at her leisure.

Which they did. Even if Yang wasn't due to arrive for another hour, Carmine and Blake had been idly chatting as they set the apartment up. The majority of the room was cleared so there was plenty of space to move. That was intentional, of course. But next was another thing that Carm had suggested: fancy dress. Having prepared a number of outfits on the bed for Blake to choose from, Carm was sitting on the bed nearby while she viewed the various outfits, commenting on each one. But there was one conversation she wanted to have.

"So… this whole Dust thing… Yang isn't pulling my leg, right? Can she genuinely make herself have a dick at will?"

"It's not quite that simple," Blake laughed as her shorts hit the floor. Normally, she'd have a bit more modesty than this, but Carmine had already seen her in all her glory on multiple occasions. "When she uses it, there's still a time period in which she has to adjust. And she still has to take the antidote to reverse the process - it's not like saying a magic word."

"Oooohhh, right. So it takes a while to kick in." Unable to help herself, Carm did raise her eyebrows at the display before her, glancing Blake's figure up and down with a small smirk. She had indeed seen Blake naked numerous times, and had one or two photos saved of it as well; but the sight was irresistible every time.

But her curiosity was also powerful. A girl with a penis was something entirely new to her, and she couldn’t pretend she didn’t want to at least have a look. "...You… think she'll have it tonight?"

"It's pretty likely. Yang asked me if I cared if she took it again a couple days ago, since we’re supposed to be going camping soon and I think she’s planning to get me alone, but we haven't hooked up since then, so I don't know for sure." Once stepping out of her boots, she began to roll her usual tights down and off. "Why?"

Shrugging her shoulders, Carmine offered a small smirk. "Kinda curious. I mean, I've been with guys before and I'm not attracted to them at all. But this sounds interesting. Like a ‘best of both worlds’ situation."

The smirk that played around Blake's mouth was a knowing one. As she reached up and began to unravel the bow that kept her ears hidden from the world at large, she needled her, "You seem to have a lot of… interests."

Straight away, Carmine was nervously biting her lip. Yet again, that uncontrollable desire for them was worming its way back. Although she adored Blake, and would even if they weren't present, the ears did something more for her. But snapping back when she realised what Blake had said, she spoke to cover the fact that her cheeks were heating up. "I guess so. Hey, a shy girl's allowed to use the internet regularly, right?"

"Who said anything about the internet?" Blake laughed as she finally finished with the rest of her clothes, and reached for the far-from-modern undergarments she had laid out on Carmine's bed. "But hey, I'm not judging."

As Blake pulled the clothes on, Carm found herself watching the actions rather dreamily. She couldn't deny it was a treat. "Oh! By the way," she began, pointing to the rest of the clothes laid out. "Don’t worry if they get ripped. If you're into that, of course."

At that comment, Blake straightened up halfway through clasping her bra. "Oh… I, um, yeah. I was gonna pay you if any of them are. If not, you can keep them if you want - or I could just buy them all from you. Whatever."

"Hey, don't sweat it. They were just old Halloween costumes, and were cheap as hell." But as Blake reached over for the rather revealing top, one made to deliberately impersonate some form of damsel, she got up off the bed herself, pacing over to the wardrobe. "Right then, what kind of thing shall I go for?"

"Well, I've been thinking about that. You could wear another one like mine... or another one like Yang's." Pulling up the billowy skirt that reached almost to the floor once it graced her hips, she glanced over her shoulder at the redhead. "I mean, or whatever. Your choice, really."

"Hmm…" Looking through her wardrobe, she flicked between each of the different hung up outfits. Nothing really stuck out, at least not to these interests. "What if I went for... some kind of Mad Queen or something before you and Yang start, to throw her off the scent, and then while you two are getting started…" She deliberately looked back to Blake for a moment, just to see the look on her face. "I can get changed into the same thing as Yang, then join you?"

"Interesting. I like it." Then she began to lace up the corset that went over her loosely-hanging tunic - with its plunging neckline. "Are you going to use any... special equipment? Besides just the costume."

It backfired. Now Carm was the one turning completely red as she thought of that possibility. Deciding to distract herself with the task at hand, she pulled out a rather long white coat. One that certainly gave an heir of royalty. It was one of her normal clothes, but it would do if she was to do a quickchange later.

"U-Um... Well that's..." She was mumbling, obviously flustered. "Up to you, I mean, I won't... mind either way."

As she began to don a few assorted bits of costume jewellery, Blake's smile grew slightly more mischievous.

A little less than an hour later, Yang had arrived on her trusted Bumblebee, mainly for Blake's benefit when they headed home tomorrow. She knew the feline Faunus adored the thrill of being a passenger. As she checked her scroll's message yet again, she made her way through the apartment complex toward Carm's home, rereading the message she'd received earlier to make sure she hasn't missed anything. It was just a simple invite over for a drink - so Yang thought, anyway. Yet the request to not wear heels seemed to stick out. But she didn't even have to knock on the door before Carmine opened it, straight away gesturing for her to come in. Not even a single word was spoken when Yang obeyed.

"Dude, what's up with the silent treatment? It's like you're some kind of evil genius or something inviting me to your secret layer." "You could say that." Carmine smirked. As Yang took her boots off in the foyer, she was handed a set of clothes by Carmine. A black, rather furry appearing jacket, one which was littered with small white markings on its back. Some rather small black shorts to match it, and most unusually, a White Fang mask.

"So, Yang... How do you fancy a bit of roleplay?"

There were sounds of shifting in the main room. From her vantage point, Yang could see nothing, but there was the distinct sound of glass clinking against glass, then being muted entirely; perhaps something breakable being put away.

"From the way you're handing me a change of clothes, seems like I have no choice," Yang commented with a snort, nodding as she took the set right away. She had suspected fun was in order when Carm messaged, but not what kind of fun. This was entirely a surprise. Finding herself staring at the mask while she slid her jacket and shirt off, she had to ask, "White Fang member? Ain't that in poor taste?"

"Oh, no no. The mask is just because it works with the costume. You're gonna be a Grimm." Carm had stepped back to admire the view, leaning against the wall as she eyed Yang's form while her clothes were being removed. Though from the way Yang was turned, she couldn’t tell if there was “a little extra something” or not. Deliberately speaking up so the woman on the other side of the door could hear, she continued to explain, "Here's the scenario. I'm a wickedly Mad Queen, who's asked the fair maiden to marry me, but alas! She refused. So me, being furious with the rejection, have vanished her out to the forests. Although… she doesn't suspect there would be rather… needy and hungry monsters out there."

"Sure hope none of them are close!" said a high-pitched voice. There were a limited number of possibilities of who it could be, even though the person in the other room was affecting a very slight accent - and going into the falsetto range.

Tilting her head again at the costume, Yang began to smirk. This certainly was going to get rough if she was going to pretend to be the very monsters they fought. She could only hope Blake was prepared. But Carm had already slid her coat on, opening the door slightly to leave, but not before facing Yang one more time.

"Oh... If she ever says 'I will marry the mad queen', then that's the safety phrase. We'll get started, you come in when you're more… ferocious."

And finally, she entered the room with Blake again. Now things had been assumed, Carm looked to the feline with a wicked smirk, pacing around the room and toward her. "Aha, I've found you yet again, my lady."

Blake turned to look at them, one hand pressed against her stomach - perhaps because of the tightly-laced bodice. The white peasant top with its short sleeves showed a generous glimpse of cleavage, smooth globes of flesh catching the flickering candlelight. Below the tight leather, a violet skirt reached just above Blake's bare feet. Silver bangles adorned her wrists, ankles, and fingers. Even the bow on top of her head had been replaced with a simple scarf, though the telltale peaks easily displayed where her ears were hiding.

"Oh - oh, what might this beast be which you have brought?!" she demanded of the 'mad queen'.

"He's my pet." Thanks to her knowledge of the Dust from Blake, she decided to humour her in that sense, just in case the tale wasn't true at all. But as her mad queen paced around the room, making her way to her 'throne' - being the singular sofa - she took a comfortable seat straight away, tilting her head as she stared back at her prisoner. "And he's very hungry. And unfortunately for you, disobedient wenches are his favourite thing to eat. Isn't that right?"

When she looked back to Yang again, she had only just put on the mask, quickly flailing to try and neaten her hair to make room for the fake ears on the top. She was clearly not in character yet from the sounds of muttering 'this again?' under her breath. All that took was for Carm to clear her throat, and make her look straight back up.

"O-oh! I mean... Grrrr..."

There was some effort in suppressing a chuckle, but Blake managed it. Then she clutched at her neckline again, backing up a step. "You... plan to eat me, foul beast? But I can't be very appetizing..."

"I sure am-"

"No, he's not hungry in that sense." Carm interrupted Yang. It just didn't make a good Grimm role if she was going to stand there talking. Not only that, but Carm wished to build up the suspense into their play. "Grimm don't necessarily eat. They hunger for… other desires."

Blake's hand played across her throat in a manner that was almost as seductive as it was "frightened". "Then... you would feed me to this monster? My body?"

"Exactly." Now she had crossed her legs gracefully, placing her hands on her knees to make herself appear more sinister, more like a Queen in fact. "And I want to watch these events, of course. I have to have some entertainment, don't I?"

Yang had taken that as her sign to move forward, arching her back and standing on her toes to give herself more of a creature-like appearance. The mask meant Blake was unable to see her eyes, but her mouth was only showing a sinister grin. And another sign that played into the role was obvious below. Carm didn't notice it, but there was a slight bulge beginning to form in the shorts Yang was made to wear. That easily, she was getting turned on.

Nor did Blake notice it - at first. Not when her entire focus was on the game they were about to play. Yes, her own sex had been heating up ever since she donned the elaborate costume, but that was because she knew the eventual result would be playing into her desires. But Yang? There was no reason to believe she would already be aroused, not when she had literally just arrived.

But the game was afoot. Widening her stance, Yang braced to move at a moment's notice, hands out to either side to help her maintain balance. Maybe it was just imagining how the scene would play out that was turning Yang on. Or maybe... Maybe she had been prepared for such events. Perhaps it was because of their last encounter that she had taken the Dust mixture; her vulnerable sex had made her all too easy to subdue. At least, to her own way of thinking, it had. The Dust took a while to kick in, so would explain why it was only showing now.

But as soon as Carm clicked her fingers, the game had began. Yang made a dash toward her, trusting in Blake's instincts as a fighter for her to be able to avoid her straight away. Carm of course was clueless to their huntress training, so it would prove to be quite the display for a non-huntress. And seconds later, Blake was dashing just past Yang with the speed borne of years of training, though careful to suppress her instincts to turn and fight. That was not her role today; she was to be prey, nothing more. To make the game interesting for her lover.

And interesting it was. With each dodge and turn, Carm found herself even clapping with excitement, laughing at the two's antics as they leapt and ran across her apartment. She really was in for a treat it seemed!

Crouching toward the floor for a moment, Yang kept her eye contact on Blake's. Even if she was unable to see her eyes, Yang was smirking throughout. A clear way to show she was enjoying this. Small gestures such as these were acceptable through their play, and were essential in making sure each were comfortable.

From the crouching position, she leapt forward again, aiming to either land on Blake, or on her hands to a roll. And indeed, Blake darted to the side, leaping over the corner of the bed to bounce off the wall and run towards the kitchen. Though she was getting quite worked up - in more ways than one - it would not do to simply give in. That wouldn't be satisfying. Maybe she would if things went on too long, but not right away, for sure.

"Come on, pet! Don't you want to sate your hunger? Catch her!" Carm cheered, continuing to clap her hands.

Yang of course did roll from where she landed, flinging herself back to her feet to chase Blake once again, making a quick dash for the kitchen. Thankfully, Blake and Carm had put all items away so she didn't have to worry about damage. But their chase wouldn't be much longer, as she noticed Blake was in the corner. She couldn't run much longer. The “Grimm” filled the doorway of the kitchen. Blake was braced against the back wall, hands upon it and chest heaving. She hadn't broken into a sweat - and wouldn't ordinarily, as this light warmup was nothing for her. But she did look energized.

"Please, I... I beg you, see reason!" she asked again breathlessly, still with a slightly affected accent that made her sound as if she was straight out of some stage production. As best she could, Yang only attempted to imitate a growl, 'circling' her pray as she stalked from side to side, trying to prevent her escape. But thankfully, she was saved by a different command.

"Aww come on, pet. If you're going to have your way at least bring her in here so I can see it!"

Which provided the perfect distraction. The moment Yang's focus wavered, Blake crouched and sprang off from the wall, running at the "Grimm" full tilt. Her violet eyes gleamed with determination. Which of course made Yang fall back against the opposite wall. Her 'prey' had gotten away, even when she had her cornered! She wasn't going to let Blake get away with that. When Blake was back in the living room, she quickly dashed straight toward her, leaping yet again as Blake's back was turned, aiming to take her to the ground with her and pin her down.

This proved to be the end. Though Blake did her best to throw herself to one side, one of Yang's arms still caught and dragged her to the floorboards.

"AH!" she gasped out as they landed, turning her head aside to prevent injury to her face. "You... get off, let me go, you fiend!"

And they were of course, right in Carm's view point. Right there for yet display. To which she could only clap about again. "Bravo! Bravo! Now then, pet. I think you've waited long enough..."

"Grr..." Yang only growled in response, positioning Blake's hands to pin them down above her head, her other beginning to stroke over her body, and all over her clothes. As she shuffled herself upward over Blake's body, she leant in toward her face. Both to add the intimidating factor, but also so she could whisper, "Kay, so, monsters like to tear things... you cool with me ripping this?"

Blake nodded very briefly, not wanting to break character. If Yang had more questions about the clothes, they could discuss it later. Then she more loudly howled, "Mad Queen, you are without mercy! Call your beast off!"

"Oh absolutely not! Things are just getting started…" Carm was content with watching Yang's display for her.

Now that Blake had given the command, she could act as a true monster without any delay, digging her nails and fingers into the fabric of the skirt and pulling as hard as she could. The material certainly was cheap, considering how easily it ripped in her hands. Because of it, she 'clawed' more and more of it, until she was left with scraps.

Next was the shirt. But as Blake lay on her stomach, there was no way to get it. So instead, she leant in toward her again, lips ghosting just over her ear letting Blake feel each breath, and hear her whisper. "Roll over..."

"NNnhhah!" Blake let out loudly, struggling - and not just pretend-struggling. She hoped her actions would make it clear what type of play they would be doing; it wasn't all over but the consummation. She intended to present her battle partner with a legitimate challenge.

Of course, Yang didn't give up. If seductive persuasion didn't work, then continuing her role as a monster would have to do. Positioning her legs either side Blake's body, she released her hands, grasping her shoulders instead to pull her around to the position she wanted. The instant Blake was in such a compromised position, facing her 'attacker', she lowered herself onto her, pressing her full bodyweight down on top of her. And once again, she pinned her hands down either side her head, growling lowly.

Now Blake could feel the huge throbbing length through Yang's shorts, and she shuddered. It was going to be one of their more rough sessions - and she still was less comfortable being taken by it than she was playing around or jerking it off. All of that was about to go out the window, it seemed.

And it was her own damn fault, after all. She and Carmine had set this up - perhaps partly because she wanted to give Yang something to make up for their last session, but also partly to overcome her own misgivings. By now, sweat had broken out across her chest and at her temples, and she was still breathing hard with the weight pressing down upon her. But she would not give in, she would not end their play.

"Stop," the Faunus growled herself, maybe with a slight tinge of honesty into that word while jerking from side to side. It only made her feel the heat through their shorts yet more. "You... you can't do this, you monster!"

"Oh, but he can!" From her distance, Carm couldn't notice the worry on Blake's face. Not the genuine worry, anyhow. She could see only the characters getting into their roles completely, and could only grin at it.

But Yang could. She knew her and Blake had only done this once before when she had taken the Dust. And now they were repeating it under rougher circumstances, when Blake would have to accept her at full force from the off to keep the character. She couldn't let that happen.

"M-mad Queen?" Even though she was keeping eye contact with Blake, she was asking her 'master' a question; "Am I allowed to play with my food first?"

Bracing for impact, Blake merely waited out their situation. She didn't want to tip things one way or another by speaking up to Carmine; if she ended up being taken roughly, and finding herself ill-prepared, it would be on her own head.

"I didn't think pets were meant to talk, Grimmy?" she reprimanded from her comfortable seat. Not that she meant it; this was all good fun for her. But when Yang's gaze met hers, she could somehow tell she was serious about this. "Hmm... Very well then, you can 'play' with her."

"Thank you, master." Turning back to Blake again, the smirk was returning to her face. She released her hands, moving on to prepare her. One hand took off the scarf that was covering her feline ears, and the other was ghosting herself over the shirt, grasping at times to try and find the perfect place to tear it.

But the 'play' part had began, as well. Even with Blake's underwear remaining intact, just as Yang's shorts were, she began to push her hips forward against Blake's, her own crotch area rubbing up against hers each time with only a few layers of clothing to stop them. It was a slow, gradual pace, but in her current position, her current character, dry humping was the only way she could possibly think of getting Blake ready.

"NNNhhh!" Blake growled, grasping at the wrist that was taking off her scarf. It was true, she normally hated her ears being exposed, but in this case it was mostly showmanship; Yang was more than allowed. Meanwhile...

Heat was building between their twin sets of hips as Yang ground down onto her. It was beyond ready, and she herself was coming around to the idea of taking it inside, no thanks to the gentle, continual grinding. Still, she could not go easily, and dug her nails very slightly into Yang's forearm. Yang only growled even more in response, baring her teeth down at the woman below her. Once both hands were free, she grasped a hand full of the shirt's material in each hand, pulling roughly to rip it clear apart from her chest.

Now that she lay on scraps of clothes and underwear, Yang could drink in the sight even more, purring in delight to herself. She only wished she could speak to Blake more to ask about their play, about what she was comfortable with. Suspecting it still wouldn't quite be being taken roughly, one hand drew away from the shirt, quickly diving down and pressing itself firmly against the building heat between Blake's legs, beginning to rub firmly.

Immediately, Blake's back began to arch and a moan forced itself through her gritted teeth. Now that her chest and ears were exposed, she felt even more urgency to fight against Yang's - the Grimm's - advances. Both hands came up and pressed into her shoulders, trying to force the brute backwards even as the warmth built exponentially from the blonde's attentions.

But Yang didn't move. She only continued to ravage her lover, rubbing even faster against the wet layer of fabric between her fingers and her heat. How she did want to just lower her shorts and force herself in. But not yet. That wouldn't be acceptable. Leaning her head in toward her, she began to nibble at her 'prey's' neck, licking and sucking wherever she could, claiming her as her own. Even if in the end Blake belonged to her 'master', there was no reason her current role wouldn't have this factor.

The teeth and lips on her neck only made her grunts louder, made her strain to escape. Not that she expected to be able to, but she wanted to put up a good fight. Wanted her lover to feel satisfied with their struggle. And the struggle was certainly preparing her for what would come next. How long had it been since she felt quite this wet? Even during their previous play, she had mostly just felt amused at the situation their "pet" was in, despite how good Yang was at giving head. Now, it was all about both of them finding pleasure.

Both of them, plus one more that was. One who was beginning to grow impatient it seemed, as she called up to them both, "Come on now, what's the hold up, pet? I thought you were hungry, not in a playful mood!"

Hungry. For their play, they were using that word in a different sense to eating. But what if it meant that, as well...? At least, that thought was crossing Yang's mind as she continued to bite and nibble her neck, starting to head down her collarbone. The hand began to come away from her sex once satisfied it was wet enough, moving to hold onto her legs as she made her decent down her body, it was just a matter of how to keep Blake down.

Which, of course, would not be easy. The minute Blake could sit up, she did, and began to crawl away to one side. Privately, she sort of wanted to keep lying there and let Yang continue with her "project", but staying true to their game was also important. How Yang would pursue her following held a lot of interest for her.

But able to feel Blake's attempts at escape, she growled even lower. She needed to keep her pinned somehow. But if she was to be eating, how would she do that?

And then it clicked. She could keep Blake pinned just as she had before, with her body. Holding her legs down firmly, she shifted her body out from between Blake's legs, quickly turning herself around to straddle her from the other angle instead, sitting herself on Blake's chest instead. It wasn't as satisfying as she thought, considering she was still wearing her shorts so couldn't force Blake to deliver the same treatment just yet, but it did well to keep her in her place.

"Oh..." Carm commented as she watched the situation unfold, where Yang was moving Blake's underwear to one side to expose her completely, and seeming to stare down at it. "S-So you are that kind of hungry after all..."

Feeling herself pressed down against the floor by two strong knees, Blake let out a loud wail of pure frustration; they had tested the sound levels before initiating this game so they would know precisely how loud they could be without making the neighbours uncomfortable.

And then there was the cock hovering over her, dangling down toward her face. It was hidden by fabric, of course, but the arousal made it impossible to mistake for anything else. Images of another cock in such a position swam into her memory, and she had to suppress a little giggle thinking about how cute Ruby could be sometimes. Her head tossed back and forth, trying to escape the looming “threat”. She knew she couldn't avoid it forever... but she also wished Yang had taken off the shorts. There was no reason that, playing the role she was playing, she would remove them herself.

Yang also knew this. But in her haste to keep Blake pinned down, she had forgotten entirely. If she was to receive in this encounter, she'd need a hand.

Which thankfully came in the form of her master, who got up from her seat at last and paced over to them. At first, she was having too much fun simply standing above Blake, smirking down at her from above; it was pretty interesting watching something like that play out. But soon enough, she knelt down, tapping one of Yang's legs to make her move from Blake's shoulder.

"Honestly, Pet. How could you get your meal ready and not do the same for yourself?" But as she grasped Yang's black shorts, and began to shuffle them downward as best she could, exposing her rear, and then the sight of which she couldn't believe. In the place of a vagina, which Carm had seen before, Yang had a cock. A hardened, fully-functioning cock. One which seemed as if she had it since birth.

"Holy shit, it's real," she couldn't help but say, looking in closer.

Blake did break character long enough to smirk up at Carm's expression. Seems explaining things wasn't quite enough to prepare her. Then she shifted back and forth a bit, feigning attempts to get free. "You... you won't touch me with that!" she said theatrically. "I'm not here for your pleasure!"

Shaking her head, she tried to force herself back into character, still unable to help herself as she glanced between Blake and the cock so close to her hand. She debated whether or not to try touching it, but in the end only kept pulling the shorts downward, tapping the other leg so she could take them off her completely.

"O-oh. But you are. And you are going to satisfy my beastie here, just as he is for you."

And with that, Yang was getting back to her character, pressing her fingers against the heat yet again. She still didn't want to rush into things just yet, not until Blake was ready to take her cock into her mouth by her own means. At least from this angle, she could do that when ready without breaking the character all too much.

Secretly, Blake wanted Yang to take the initiative. It was so wonderful to know that her battle partner cared for her this deeply, but the waiting was making her nervous. What if she tried this, and was no good? What if Yang hated her trying it, and went back to Weiss instead? The thoughts were silly, but she couldn't keep them at bay entirely. And then there was Carm, gazing lustily at the cock. Partly disgusted, partly intrigued. Part of her wanted Carm to test the waters... wanted to watch that happen. But that wasn't why they were there, and it wasn't her place to bring it up, anyway.

Taking the first move instead, thanks to her impatience, Yang leant in between her legs, pressing her tongue into the wetness below to sample. Even if she managed to lower her cock toward Blake's face again, she was still making the first move to try and put her at ease. If she was honest with herself, this intense level of play wasn't the best thing to get Blake used to this. But things could be discussed later.

"AH!" Blake gasped when the tongue came into contact with her soft sex, back arching slightly. As her lips fell closed... they found something trapped between them.

Entirely by accident, she had Yang's arousal in her mouth. Just the barest bit of the end, yes, but it was more than she had been expecting moments before. It was quite warm, and salty; she didn't mind it terribly. Now she was definitely glad she had practised with her lover’s sister, as uncomfortable as the thought might have been before. Still she held perfectly still for a few seconds, testing the sensation and how she felt about it.

"Hmm..." Unable to help herself, Yang sighed at the sensation she felt. Blake had taken the bait, or she assumed so at least. Continuing to lap up the juices of her lover below, she lowered her other end slightly more, having assumed Blake meant to take it in her mouth.

Much to Carm's pleasure, shown as she sighed, "Oh Blake..." She gently started stroking the Faunus's hair, petting over her ears. "You look... So brilliant as prey."

A deep sigh issued from Blake as she felt the length sliding past her lips. In a moment, it might begin to get harder to take, despite her practice. But Carm watching her made her feel a compulsion to do well - to perform.

So perform she did. Hands raising up, she drew Yang's hips down very slightly more, forcing yet more of the hot arousal into her throat. It protested, but she ignored the feelings, merely focusing on breathing through her nose as she welcomed its presence. However, she also took the occasion to dig her nails into Yang's flanks. She would not be getting off unmarked.

And with each dig of her nails, there was a clear groaning of pain against her sex. But she didn't let it slow her down. In fact, it only made her want to speed things up, to give Blake more 'punishments' for her wrong-doing. Pressing her head in further, she began to lick the length of her lips even harder then last time, focusing on the clit at the bottom of her stroke, then the entrance at the top.

The Faunus squirmed under such ministrations, finding it harder and harder to keep from groaning out against the intrusion in her throat. She knew that would lead to a very unfortunate scene if she allowed it to interrupt her efforts. So she redoubled them. Doing what she could to loosen her throat and take as much of the Grimm's cock as she could, she began to slide up and down it, bobbing her head up to take “him” in. Mostly it would have to be up to Yang to do the thrusting, as it was not easy from her angle, but she hoped setting the pace would help.

And it did. Fairly confident Blake was going to stay put, she moved her knees off Blake's body and to the ground, just above her shoulders. More than enough to lower herself significantly so she could begin to thrust into her mouth. Slowly, in and out, keeping the pace Blake had set for herself. She dared not go any faster.

Above, she was adding more to the mix. This time, she lapped mainly at her clit this time, two of her fingers had parted the lips around her entrance, making it fairly visible for her to then push two fingers inside of it.

Again, the nails dug deep into flesh and muscle as Blake braced herself against the onslaught of sensations. The tongue on her clit, the fingers entering her... it was so much! She would be climaxing before too long if things kept up at this pace! But she wasn't to be outdone. Her lips created suction around the member as it found its way deeper and then dragged back out, glistening in the low light.

Yet more moans against her clit were made by her Grimm attacker. She was enjoying this, and each sensation against her cock was bringing her closer to that point. And so soon, too! But Blake was to come first. In more ways than one. The fingers began to pump in and out of her body, each time she entered, she tried to curl them against one sensitive spot in particular. One place she knew she could always drive Blake wild. They had experimented with it before, but this was the first time she'd use it while also keeping the attention on her clit.

One thing she hadn't noticed in that time, Carmine had ventured off into the back room. As agreed with Blake earlier, she was off to assume another role, going to change her clothing just for it.

But Blake herself had become too docile, and for too long. She was allowing herself to be devoured by the "beast", letting the actions drive her closer and closer to orgasm, and needed to take her revenge - at least to some lesser extent. Therefore, she rubbed one of her fingertips along the wet length as it slid out of her mouth, just for a moment... before drifting it up to press against the tightly puckered hole above.

Right away, Blake would be able to feel an instant clenching. Once again Blake was attacking that area of her, one that she had grown to love getting attention. Blake knew her weakness like the back of her hand, and that could prove deadly. Her role wasn't going to let her get away with that. And so she ramped the speed of her fingers right up, diving in and out of her quickly while she continued to circle her clit over and over. Not only that, but she began to thrust faster into her mouth, giving little amount of time for her to build up. That's what a true monster would do, after all.

That truly and completely defeated Blake. Not only did her orgasm begin to build to a crescendo that she could never hold at bay, but she also could no longer think, could not make herself try to further antagonize Yang's body as she was dominated. She simply gave in, letting Yang do all the work to bring them both to their end.

Except for her finger. That stayed exactly where it was, pressed up against Yang's forbidden opening - not advancing, not retreating. It was the only consolation.

"Mmmm.... Mmmm!" The more Yang was being teased on her forbidden opening again, the more she continued to moan against Blake's clit. She wasn't going to let her get away with it tonight. There would be ways of getting revenge, very easy ways. Especially if Blake was to be taken by two of them.

But she wanted to finish this activity first, so ramped up the pace of her fingers and her thrusting again. Finally letting her lips leave Blake's clit, she concentrated more and more on the curling of her fingers, trying to speak between her obvious moans.

"You're mine... A-All... M-Mine!"

And Blake was all hers. Her moans began to fill the air, even around Yang's girth, as she orgasmed against the relentless fingers that kept prodding up against her most sensitive insides. Her toes clenched and back arched, her eyes screwed shut. This was what they had both been waiting for, and it had arrived in a splash of brilliant colour.

And the tightness of Blake's lips had also increased, right on her girth as she thrusted in and out a few more times. Then she too had reached her end. After one more firm thrust, she felt her length throbbing into Blake's mouth, releasing the first helping of seed for the evening straight into her throat. Thankfully not too much, despite being the first. Seemed her body was preparing itself for later.

But once the flood of endorphins had stopped, she drew her length out of her mouth, resting to her side instead as she flopped over, panting for breath again. Her thighs dragged Blake onto her side as well, and she lay with the meaty sections of leg on either side of her head, content that way for the time being. It took some fighting, but she managed to swallow most of Yang's essence, just a bit dribbling down her cheek and onto the leg below.

"Oh god..." A few swallows and she managed to speak again. "We... I mean, time out, right? From... the game."

Taking a few more deep breathes, Yang nodded in agreement. But upon realising Blake would be unable to see such a nod, she moved her legs away from Blake's head, rolling only her back so she could sit up properly.

"D-definitely," Yang sighed, taking a moment to remove the mask and place it by her side. A few moments later, Blake's hand drifted up to the indents in her partner's haunches, ghosting over them gently.

"I didn't really hurt you, did I? I'm... everything was so intense!"

Unable to help but laugh lightly, Yang looked down with a tired-looking smile. Even if they were up for more soon, that had taken a lot out of her. "Are you kidding? That was great! And... Well, I can see you kinda enjoyed it, too..." She pointed up at her own lip, mirroring where the remains of Yang's juices were dribbling out her mouth.

"Did you, now?" Just barely able to see Yang's actions from between their bodies, she giggled quietly - and a little bashfully.

"Sorry... I didn't mean for there to be so much." Which was true; that was an awful lot of essence to have wound up in Yang's mouth. Just how turned on had she become from their nigh-dangerous foreplay?

"Not as though you can help it." In fact, to tease Blake all the more, she could be heard smacking her lips together quite loudly, running her tongue around her mouth in an attempt to muster up the taste again. "Hmm... Tangy, a li’l salty maybe, and sweet..."

Flushing scarlet, Blake pressed her face against Yang's nether regions to hide. "Yang, stop!"

"Mmm... And kinda like tuna, but I'm not surprised. Blake-taste..." All the while she was grinning smugly, unable to help herself as she began to gently stroke over Blake's back, drinking in the partial nudity of her. "But I find Blakes look even better then they taste."

Now she was becoming truly embarrassed. Due to her race, she wasn't used to being lavished with such praise - and as Yang was essentially her first bed partner, she was even less used to it in this regard. It was an odd feeling, burning shame accompanied by more love than she had ever felt. It humbled her.

"Then... you can have as much as you want, whenever you want," she told Yang's perineum. "Forever, if you're okay with it."

She was more than okay with it. The more time was passing, the more Yang was starting to question their entire situation. She liked Weiss, and deeply cared for her. No matter what, that fact would never change. But Blake… she loved Blake. Whether or not she was 'the one' was still debatable, but the fact she was considering Blake in that way meant a lot, since she hadn't considered anyone as such before.

But Yang being Yang couldn't admit that. At least, not yet. So she could only smirk. "You know, unlike men, my dick doesn't have a mind of its own so can't answer that question."

Grinning, she pressed her lips even harder against the stretch of skin, feeling the rigid muscles that connected Yang's erection to her body. "Doesn't it? You seem to think with it a lot - even when you technically don't have one."

Biting her lip slightly as she felt the sensation of Blake teasing her skin, Yang couldn't help but continue to grin, resting her head against Blake's inner leg. "Just because I somehow managed to get laid a few times before all this doesn't mean I'm obsessed."

"Fair enough." But she felt the slight shiver running through Yang's body at her touch. Though it took some effort from her angle, she managed to move one of her hands down to grip Yang's anatomy - which, as it turned out, was still hard as a rock. "Wow, this is... I can't believe you want more after all I just swallowed."

"And there's still some dribbling down your lip, if you haven't noticed yet." She chuckled again. Even with Blake's crotch so close to her face, she simply didn't care. If anything, she more thought of it as cuddling. That was obvious when she wrapped one of her arms around her lower back and stroked delicately. "And I had a little... medicinal help."

Humming quietly at the gentle touch, Blake again kissed the smooth skin below her lips. This was paradise. Even the knowledge that Yang had taken another Dust mixture to maintain her current state of "awakening" only made it better; it was an artificial state of arousal, but it was one Yang had entered into voluntarily. She wanted to be with Blake twice in one evening.

However, there was something else she felt a curiosity about: Yang seemed to really enjoy her gentle kisses along that region between butt and balls. As she just barely began to stroke the wet cock again, she ran her tongue along the skin, pressing in slightly as she did so.

"Blake? What are you doi-iiiiiaaaaahhhh…" As soon as she felt the tongue touching her skin, lapping the length of skin up and down, she felt herself beginning to melt away in Blake's arms. Or more, her legs. It was such a strange sensation! Not her crotch, but not her rear end either. Why did that feel so good?

"You sure- mmm... sure Carm is okay with this bit while she's not here?"

"She'd better be," Blake said into the soft tissue. "I mean, you're mine - and she has Velvet now, I hear." Then she raked her teeth over it very briefly, just to see what sort of reaction she might get.

"Mmm! Y-You..." She couldn't help but tense even more, shuddering in pleasure that was being given. She had no choice but to completely submit, forgetting the game entirely. "Are... Insatiable..."

"Look who's talking," she chuckled as she gave the arousal another squeeze. With each nip of her teeth, she could see the skin above flexing - the tiny hole pinching itself shut.

What would that be like? Yang had taken the tail-plug there already, and hadn't expressed any hatred for the sneaky finger earlier. And they had both performed orally on each other's sexes already. Was this much different?

No. That was far too dirty, far too unpleasant of a notion... even though the scent wasn't turning her stomach the way it ought to have. Perhaps it was solely because it was Yang rather than any other being on the planet. She licked a little bit closer to it than before, testing the waters - testing her own resolve. There was still time, still plenty of room to turn back.

"HGG!" Between the odd gasps and sighs, Yang found herself tensing up yet again. Blake was so close to her rear with her tongue, did she even realise?! But then again, this was the same place she admitted to both Blake and Carm that she enjoyed attentions to that area, right in the middle of a drunken drinking game. Even Weiss knew about it after the ‘Fluffykins” incident. Now that was coming to bite her on the backside - or more, to lick it.

Which happened almost immediately afterward. Testing the waters, trying not to go too far too fast, Blake’s lips pressed gently against the bunched skin, feeling it slick and firm beneath them. Just as quickly, she withdrew and waited to see what Yang might do.

"B-Blake!!" she called up, finding her skin tensing again out of sheer surprise. How did the nervous quiet girl which she was destined to be battle partners with turn into someone so open for trying these various kinks and movements? And yet, judging from the moans of pleasure that were following, she didn't mind at all.

But as she was beginning, the door to the back room had began to open again. Carm was on the move again. But this time, she had a surprise ready...

As Blake's tongue flitted out to brush against the entrance for the first time, testing the flavor and sensation, she heard the footsteps... and sensed something foreign on the air. Something intense that she couldn't quite place yet. Oh well; that wasn't her focus.

Yang's other opening was delicious. That was the very last thought she expected to have; at best, she had been hoping for "this is tolerable enough to keep trying." Instead, she found herself legitimately looking forward to trying it again. What was this sorcery?!

But as Carm made her way back into the room, now dressed in identical attire to Yang, she was to pay witness to the sight before her. Blake and Yang in a tangle of limbs, Yang moaning gradually at the sensations of pleasure through her. Sensations caused by Blake licking her rear end.

But there was another change to Carm: her scent. A specific perfume that had a mint-like fragrance. To Yang, it barely smelled like anything at all. But to Blake, it would be extremely strong.

As Blake lapped at the opening, the scent began to overtake her, and she felt her head spinning. Was that coming from the opening in front of her? Surely not - but then again, she had never spent any real time tonguing someone's ass before. It wasn't at all bad. In fact...

"Mmhh," Blake moaned into the skin as she finally started worming her tongue deeper, no longer content with just the outside skin. She wanted more. More, right away, before anything else could happen.

"Well well well..."

As soon as Yang heard Carmine's voice, she immediately put her mask back on, attempting to get back to her role again now that her master was back. But when Blake was continuing to lick and prod her ass, that was becoming impossible.

And Carm could only smirk, leaning down by Blake's side. She knew exactly what was happening to Blake. And it was her doing. While out and about, she had picked up a special type of perfume to use on her. Catnip. Though it would smell minty to anyone else, it was stated the product could have a variety of effects on feline Faunus. Particularly, giving them extra arousal and pleasure. It played into the role well.

"So we broke you at last... Now you only want more, don't you, prey?"

By now, her tongue was already deep inside Yang's rump, flicking back and forth. She couldn't answer, she couldn't stop to form the words needed. She had to act. Her legs were flailing back and forth now, even though she herself wasn't being pleasured - and she didn't notice. She only knew she was enjoying herself despite the unusual act, and that she had no real wish to stop anytime soon.

"Pet, how about you set our prey up so she can please us both?"

With a faint nod, Yang tried as best she could to push at Blake's legs, trying to adjust her position so she could continue to lick, but also to free her up for Carmine's helping. Once free from the tangle of limbs, it allowed more than enough space for Carmine to crawl over, unzipping her shorts to reveal a phallus of her own. A red one, to match her colour. Fake, of course, but it did the job of matching into the Grimm outfit.

"Now then, Prey... How much more pleasure do you want? Tell me."

Not that Blake could see the costume change - but she could hear the lewd intent in Carm's voice. Sense her nearness. The only way she could make her desire clear was to moan into Yang's hindquarters and wriggle her body back and forth.

Why was she behaving that way? It might have to do with the minty scent that was beginning to mingle with the dark, rich one coming from where her mouth was currently located. Or perhaps not. Blake neither knew nor cared at that precise moment.

Yang had no idea what was happening anymore. Blake seemed beyond reason, beyond any control. She wasn't talking, not in words at least. Only moaning and trying to get more and more. It was like she had become the animal instead. What had gotten into her? She couldn't deny though, each lap at her ass was bringing her closer already yet again.

Nodding to herself, Carm placed her hands on one of Blake's rear cheeks, pulling it apart to expose the sodden sex yet again. She expected her new trick to work, but not this well. She was completely drenched, even after Yang had just finished her. Unable to resist, she pressed two fingers against the opening, running them around teasingly.

Another moan sounded, one higher-pitched than was common from the Faunus. She was eager - chomping at the bit. Her thighs fell open as if they had been merely waiting for that to happen, hips raising up into the fingers as her tongue went deeper still, gouging at Yang's inner walls. Hungry. She was so hungry for some reason, and only the skin beneath her tongue could satisfy the craving.

And the fingers. Those were satisfying an entirely different type of hunger.

"You want this, don't you?" Carm smirked, drawing her fingers away to put the head of the fake phallus up against her wetness instead. Slowly, she began to push forward, beginning to guide it between the sodden lips. Her body was accepting it so easily. "Maybe you want us both to take you, huh? Imagine it... Both of us taking these openings here, pounding away... I bet you'd be so happy, huh?"

But that thought was beginning to make Yang think also. For reasons she couldn't fathom, Blake was going completely wild for all this. And yet, she was supposed to be the one in the middle. Maybe Blake would enjoy the attentions Carm described. When she thought about it, it certainly seemed appealing to be doing that.

But the deeper Blake's tongue headed, the louder she was calling out, the more she was grasping at the carpet to try and keep herself from finishing. Not again, yet.

However, the Faunus would not relent. The thick length forcing its way deep into her body elicited a strong reaction, true, but it also made her stroke Yang faster, caused her tongue to whiplash back and forth in the sensitive inner sanctum as she moaned in pleasure. Even though she was confused about why she kept trying to shift her own hips from side to side, it simply didn't seem important. Not while there was Yang's ass to devour, and her cock to milk a second time.

"H-Hold on! I-I'm gonna... Nyaaaa!"

Yang had to keep a hold of herself again as she eased one of her hands onto Blake's, particularly the one that was pumping her cock faster and faster. If she had any hope of lasting, she had to stop Blake's actions. As much as she hated to do so. Prying the fingers off her, she held her hand in hers instead as she slowly shuffled forward, away from Blake's lips.

But when she did so, Carm tilted her head. Stopping her entry into Blake's body, she drew back instead, keeping a hand on her rear cheek to keep her down. "What? What's the matter?"

"Nothing, just... Whoa, holy..." She had just caught Blake's dazed expression. Each time she blinked, something was becoming more and more visible. Her pupils. Blake's were usually human like, unless she was in seriously bright light, then they turned to slit. But this time, they were huge. So huge in fact she could barely see the whites in her eyes, only yellow around them. "Carm, what did you do?!"

But the woman in red could only giggle. "Catnip perfume! Don't worry, she's not hallucinating or gone completely. They said at the store it just makes cat Faunus' into complete horn dogs."

Which was partly true. However, it was a bit more extreme than their redheaded friend was letting on. As the tip of the implement just barely stimulated Blake's sex, her back squirmed back and forth, mouth hanging open as her hand shot out for the cock that had suddenly been denied her. She still wasn't talking, too focused on actions rather than words.

Jumping back in sheer surprise, Yang narrowly avoided the hand that was coming in to grasp her again. She couldn't deny, she was somewhat worried about her, especially because of the squirming. Was she really still with them mentally?

"Hey, don't worry!" Carm encouraged, placing her fingers close to Blake's opening again, rubbing teasingly to give her something to focus on. "Think of it as a... premature Heat. It's only temporary. Isn't that right, Blake?"

Blake's eyes flicked to Carmine for the first time at hearing her own name, drinking in the sight before her. The furry jacket and cock hanging out of the shorts, smooth stomach between. Blake reached up to grip her own chest as she licked her lips, still relishing the lingering taste of her partner. Her hands weren't busy enough. They needed toys - even if those toys were attached to her person.

"Mmmmhh," she sighed as her thumbs and forefingers applied light pressure. "I'm... mm, this... nnnhhh..."

"Good girl." She grinned, continuing to stroke her as she looked back to Yang. She seemed to enjoy teasing Blake in this way, and using this chance to talk to Yang about their plans was making it all the better. "So what do you think she'll like then? Dee-pee? Or should we spitroast her or something?"

But Yang could only continue to think on what Carm first described. Both of them, both of them tag teaming on Blake's openings. Would that even be possible? Sure, she had seen it done in porn, but reality was a different story. That didn't mean they couldn't try.

"What if we did both take her?" She began, having to run her hand through her hair to try and calm herself down. The lingering pleasure from Blake's actions added to these thoughts wasn't helping at all. "Like... If we held her up between us? You could take the front, I could give her a lil' payback for licking my ass."

All of it would have sounded fantastic to Blake - who wasn't really listening. She was enjoying the four hands upon her body, the feeling of the phallus just teasing her entrance without doing its job. Squeezing her chest in frustration, she began to scoot downward a little at a time, hoping her body would come into more solid contact with the shaft.

"Ah ah aaaahhhh." Right away Carm backed off, taking the shaft away from her completely. She was having far too much fun winding Blake up, teasing her more and more while she was in her pleasure filled state. It felt evil, but she couldn't deny, the look on Blake's face was a wonderful sight. Backing onto her knees, she began to stroke the fake phallus teasingly.

"Here's what's going to happen," she instructed, looking to Yang as well so she could inform them both. "The prey here is going to lay down, and let me have my turn with her for the evening. While my pet here..." She looked toward Yang. "Will go fetch the lubricant from the top drawer and get herself ready, and when she's done that she can watch for a little while. How's that?"

Blake nodded vigorously, forced into thinking and listening instead of just acting on blind instincts. "Yeah... yeah, have your turn... Mmmmmhhh, I need it!" Her leg whipped out to one side, toes stretching to touch Yang's cock. It was almost near enough that she could, and after a moment of straining she felt one toe brush her thigh before the leg fell limp.

"Oooh, someone is a very eager one," Carm continued to tease. At long last, she was crawling forward, taking her turn to nestle herself between Blake's legs, to lay on top of her body. She could already feel the fake phallus pressing against Blake's crotch, considering the other end was pressing into her as well. What she didn't tell either of them, was this strap-on had two ends, meaning both herself and the other would get satisfaction. A must-have if she was to be taking Blake this way. "So, kitty cat, you ready?"

And seeing Blake in this way made Yang filled with both arousal, and jealousy. Everything in her inner being was screaming that it should be her in Carm's place, should be her taking Blake again until she was satisfied. But that sensation she could vent out when it was her chance to act. For now, she simply got to her feet again, making her way to the back bedroom to get the lube as instructed, leaving the two to their devices.

Blake's eyes were wild as she stared up into Carmine's, as she leaned in to lick her cheek. Then she drew back and grinned up at her as the phallus began to line up with her opening, as it grazed her lips. "Hnnhhhh," she moaned up at her, arching her back. She was so ready that it seemed as if she couldn't wait any longer.

"Good then." Guiding the head to the entrance she could feel down there, she began to push forward almost immediately. The pace was slow, at first, but Blake seemed so eager she simply couldn't wait! So she didn't. Within a few seconds she had already pushed herself inside, and began to thrust at a moderate pace.

But what to do with her other hand? Of course, it returned to her favourite spot of Blake. Her ears. Where straight away she began to scratch at them lightly, gauging her reaction below.

"MMMhhhhh!" Blake moaned out - not at Carmine's entrance, but at her attention to her ears. The light scratching caused her spine to whiplash and her limbs to flail gently. When the hands met the fur on the back of the costume jacket, she gripped it tightly for stability, then leaned up and sank her teeth into the neck of the woman above her.

"AAAAH!" It was sheer surprise that made Carm yell so loudly. Especially from how hard the bite was. Perhaps the ears plus the catnip was too much for her to handle this time around. But she was enjoying it at least. So she continued, scratching all over the top of her head as she continued the pace. "Ooooh, someone is such an eager kitty."

"Mmhmm," she replied in the affirmative, tongue licking all over her neck as she rolled her hips up into the ones above her, even as one of her heels came rocketing back to slam into the back of her thigh. The actions almost seemed at odds with each other, but they weren't - not for someone operating on pure instinct.

It was like she was trying to take it into her own hands. Each movement of her hips back up against her, she felt the strap on shifting deeper into her, and deeper into her own body. Blake really did need this, even after her most recent finish. So she began to ramp up the pace a little more, rolling her hips right back against Blake's in each thrust.

"Mmmfff!" she moaned out, the scratching being reduced to simply petting. "G-Good... girl..."

The other heel came back to strike Carmine's thigh now, but with the absence of scratching Blake did not bite her again, instead merely kneading her lips against the skin of her neck and up to her jawline. The repeated action of the artificial phallus filling her and withdrawing was creating a storm of emotions within her, and all she wanted was for it to continue.

"Yes," she breathed against her ear eventually. "You... you f-feel... nnmmmhhh, and SMELL so good!"

"I do, don't I?" She smirked, placing more of her body weight into Blake's chest to keep her pinned to the ground. Not only that, but it helped her apply more power to each thrust, give her more of what she needed. Attempting to hold her moans in, she moved her head close to Blake's ear, whispering. "Breathe it in... Let it take you away..."

"Is already... nNNYAAAOOWW!"

The sound was so close to that of a cat that it might as well have been. Ankles rubbing up and down Carm's haunches, she squealed and arched her back into the thrusts, welcomed them readily as her teeth grazed either side of her earlobe. One of her hands trailed up from the currently-furry back and gripped the actual hair of her current partner, clutching tightly.

This felt so good to her. Below, Blake was submitting completely, allowing her to pound harder and harder into her. In fact, she was grasping at her to try and get more of it! They may as well have both been animals considering how desperate the whole act seemed. Each time it pushed into Blake, it pushed straight back into her, causing her to let out her own series of moans and squeals of pleasure. She wouldn't be all too long till she'd reach her own limit either.

As the Faunus's end grew close for the second time, her fingers tightened and jerked hard on the hair, drawing the scalp attached backwards. Again, her teeth sank into a new spot, digging in yet more than the previous time - and she growled, deep and hard. Her hips began to come up to meet Carmine's so hard and fast that they made slapping sounds each and every time. The wetness trapped there only amplified the noise. This climax was going to be an explosion when it arrived.

"Whoa... I came back at the good part."

Yang had just returned from her journey to fetch the lube, watching as her girlfriend was grasping at another woman so tightly, biting firmly into her flesh and letting herself get drilled by a fake phallus. Not just that, but she was helping to make each thrust more intense. It was making her arousal twitch even more, desperate to have more attention this evening.

But Carm was to have her turn first. And while Blake had been biting her, she had let out some even louder moans into the air, having to grit her teeth to prevent herself screaming to the high heavens. But she could feel it, she was close, just as Blake was.

"D-Don't hold back, Prey," she purred, pounding as quickly and hard as she could into the woman below. "C-Come for us!"

"NNHHHhhhhhH!!!" The orgasm rolled over her almost in the same instant that it had been asked of her. Keening into the rafters, she let it bowl her over like a freight train, legs shooting out straight as she was pounded into, fingernails still gouging into the scalp of the "beast" atop her. It was glorious, even moreso than it had been under the ministrations of Yang's agile tongue.

"Aaah! Y-YYYEAH!" Finally Carmine yelled out just as loudly, delivering one more firm thrust that she felt being mirrored inside herself, feeling the waves of pleasure searing through her body. All while Yang was watching no less!

Finally, once the shockwaves had settled, she slowed to a halt, taking that moment to roll over as she stated. But first, she slowly drew herself back out of Blake again, giving her a second chance to calm down.

However, it seemed Blake had no interest in calming down. She made a small noise of disappointment at being exited, reaching down to grasp the slippery length. In fact, she rolled fully on top of the redhead, pinning her to the floor and grinning darkly down at her.

"Mmm, more. I want more... do you want more?"

Blinking in surprise, Carmine began to grin back up at her as she stared into the still dilated pupils, wrapping her arms around Blake to keep her in position. "More, huh? Wow, this is working way better than I thought."

"I can cover the 'more' part, babe." The pet name was something Yang couldn't help. From watching the two's display together, the slight jealousy still remained. Blake was her girlfriend, hers. Even if Blake was in no state to bicker or think about it, she hoped that it would help her know she was closeby for support. After all, this was to be something far more extreme than what that had done before.

Kneeling down behind Blake's backside, she took the tube of lubricant into her hands, resting it against her backside as used her other hand to pull the cheeks apart, exposing the tight ring of muscle. At first, she pressed a finger against it, trying to see how Blake would react.

"WHA?!" Instantly, she whipped around to stare backward at Yang, all else forgotten. "I- what are you doing? That's not... I d-didn't think we would be trying that on ME tonight!"

Not moving her finger, she looked around to Blake's gaze. Seemed before she really didn't hear what they were planning. That made her worry all the more. "W-We thought… you'd like to have us both… y-you know."

"But that's m-my..." A moment later, she fell silent as her every slight quiver brought more sensation from the single fingertip that was pressing in at her. Even though she had helped Weiss toy with Yang back there before, done it to Yang herself a moment ago... and watched video footage of an entire cock slamming into Weiss even while she had male anatomy, somehow, she had never truly contemplated this happening to HER.

How did she feel about it? Scared, more than anything. But it felt good so far. Intense, and something she hadn't been expecting, but "bad" would not have been the word she used to describe the sensation. Far from it. Her curiosity was getting the best of her, even as she continued to mistrust the idea.

"Will... it hurt?" she asked in a whisper, still shifting her hips back and forth, testing the sensation of the sole finger.

"Only a little, maybe, but if I get you ready enough… probably not at all." She punctuated that by taking her finger away for a moment, only for when it was placed there again, it to be covered in lubricant. This time, she ran it around the muscle itself, hoping to loosen it as much as she could with this first helping.

It was an instant reaction - her entire spine kinked and her head threw back to stare up at the ceiling, eyes even wider than her dilated pupils. This was so foreign to all the types of pleasure she had experienced so far... and then she caught herself thinking it. Pleasure. This was not an awful, unwelcome experience.

"Ooh," she managed to breathe. "That's... is it always like this?"

"To me it is." Yang began to smile, slowly working the finger into the tight ring itself. Seeing how Blake was coming undone with each of the movements she made, she could only pull the cheek apart even more, keeping her exposed to the air. "We can still call it off and do something else if you're not up to it. We don't mind."

At first, she was all set to protest. Her lips even started to form the words asking Yang to stop. It would have been easy. But she couldn't; her body had a taste of this newfound path, and wanted to finish exploring it. So instead, she merely backed very, very slightly into the hand that was so busy teasing her virgin orifice.

"Oh..." She looked down to Blake, who was showing her initiative to get more. The catnip really was doing the trick, considering all it took to convince Blake was a finger poking at her there. But she delivered, pushing more inside with ease, beginning to ease it in and out to get her lube it even more.

"UNNHHH!! Oh, that's so awful!" Blake growled, bracing against the floor with her fists. Was she going to be able to stand this? Hopefully so, or else they were both in for a world of remorse afterward.

Meanwhile, she could still feel the artificial cock below her sex, rubbing gently. True, Carm was doing nothing with it at the moment, but the phrase "You'd like to have us both" came back to her. Both. At the same time. Was that in her immediate future?! That seemed to be what was implied. Certainly when Carm only continued to rub it against the sex above her, still able to feel how truly wet she was. There was still time for Blake to call things off, and no matter what, the safety word remained unchanged. She was safe, and the two women would never force this upon her if she didn't want it.

Pushing even more of her finger inside, Yang felt the first knuckle slide in with ease, and she only continued to delve even more within, loosening the muscles and pushing lube inside. As her first time, she couldn't rush. It needed plenty of liquid.

There was not a hint of displeasure from the willing Faunus as the finger slid past the defenses, deep within her body. It was beyond her imagining that she could be allowing such a thing to happen, yet there she was, practically begging to have such an awful part of herself penetrated. After a few seconds, she pushed back again, forcing the finger all the way to the second knuckle.

"AH!" she gasped out weakly. "So... so much!"

"W-whoa!" That surprised Yang even more. From how much she was trying to back herself up onto her, she could tell Blake was ready. And so she finally began to draw out again, knowing she would soon be accepting her cock into that area.

But first, that needed lubricating. Squeezing a small amount onto her cock with the tube, she waited till she had her finger back before running the length of it, rubbing it against her skin to make it wet and slippery. Mixed with the pre-fluid from when Blake was licking her rear end, that didn't serve any problem at all. In fact, it was very quick.

"You ready then, babe?" Yang asked. "Because I'm gonna go in first, okay?"

"Wha?" Still panting from having nothing in her ass at the moment, she wasn't sure she quite understood the implication. "With your finger again? Or..."

No, that couldn't be it. Yang definitely meant she would be going all in. Her cheeks clenched involuntarily when she thought about it - the very idea! However, her arousal was pulsing so hotly and her head was spinning from the concoction that Carm had sprayed on herself. Refusal was not an option; she needed to get off, and she needed to do it now without stopping for a lot of bellyaching about "too soon" and "doesn't go there."

"Okay... Here we go."

Leaning in, she began to press up the sopping wet head with an equally sopping wet entrance. Just as she suspected, she was sliding in with little protest from the muscles, only the occasional twitching. But she knew her partner trusted her, trusted as she pushed forward more and more...

Then the head slipped in.

"OH GOD!" It was an involuntary shout as she felt so much in such an odd place. Why did it feel so strange? So ... the word "good" didn't really apply, but perhaps "pleasurable" did. Beyond all reasoning, this thick length penetrating her most closely-guarded defenses was something she didn't mind nearly as much as she thought she would.

From below, Carm could just see the dilated eyes, still barely seeing. She could tell Blake was still in a state of immense pleasure as she was experiencing this new feeling. And perhaps she could help. She began rubbing her phallus against Blake's heat to keep the pleasure high, all while Yang continued to push herself forward.

But she wasn't doing that very fast at all, mainly for her own benefit even! "G-god! You're so... T-tight here!"

"Nnhh," Blake groaned in disbelief at the dual sensations. They were so different, and yet they both sent her into the realm of passions via different avenues. Did she really have Yang's cock in her ass? That was so much less believable than the other. Even crazier, she felt her skin stretching to admit her, almost welcoming her into the depths of her body.

Holding onto Blake's hips, she slowly sank herself further and further into her lover, unable to help but shudder at how good it felt around her. So warm, so tight. Weiss was tight before, yes. But this was different somehow. "H-How is it?" she asked, having to stop herself from moaning again as she pushed deeper.

The only reply was another growl of mingling outrage and satisfaction. Blake couldn't answer - it was too much. However, her thighs did drift even further apart, to give both women an easier time of penetrating her.

Sighing contently, Yang continued to make progress, pushing her wet arousal into the prepared opening more and more. Until after a few moments, her hips met Blake's backside. And there she let it sit for a moment, occasionally wriggling her hips side to side just to adjust to the tightness.

Below, Carm continued to stroke her sex with the phallus, still debating whether or not to do more just yet. So she simply began to pet over her ears. "Good girl... Gooood girl."

Immediately, Blake's arms trembled. The ears were going to be the death of her - or they were as long as Carm was involved! In her arousal-clouded mind, it was necessary for her to do something about this. Shifting her weight slightly, she reached down and grasped Carmine's chest as much as she was able through the furry jacket.

"Nnnfff!" Now it was Carmine who was shuddering. Attentions to her chest were the last thing she expected, even if Blake was on top. But it wasn't unwelcome. In fact, she even left Blake's ears alone a moment to unzip it completely, and expose her lace bra to her. If it was to give her something to focus on, she was all for it.

And no doubt she'd need it, considering Yang was gradually moving her hips backward again, beginning to draw herself out. But she couldn't help but worry... Would Blake really be able to handle this? She barely could when it was the plug and Weiss, and she'd had fingers there prior. Would Blake really be able to handle two phalluses drilling into her from either side?

So far, there had been no indication that Blake couldn't - even if she was twitching and shivering all over, groaning with each new and bizarre movement she had to weather. But there had not been a single utterance of the safety words, no other indicator that she truly wished them to stop. Her fingertips began to poke at the bottom of the bra, moving much slower and clumsier than usual. They were enjoying the creamy skin of her stomach, but they wanted more. And they would have it. Soon.

Seeing the nod Yang gave from above, Carm reached down to grasp her strap-on again, positioning it right against Blake's entrance. It was time to see if she really could handle it after all. But first thing's first, she needed to let Blake know it was happening. "Okay, this is it." She looked into the wide eyes again, asking softly, "Are you sure you're ready?"

"Huh?" was all that came from her lips as they hung open, panting and sweating, entirely out of her mind. The words sounded important, but she couldn't focus on them - not with two phalluses trying to fight their way into her body. Maybe it was because it was Carmine saying it. Although of course Carmine was involved, ready to enter her wet sex; she didn't mean as much to Blake as Yang did. At least, that's what the blonde bruiser assumed.

So before she pushed forward any more, Yang leant up against Blake's body instead, supporting herself with one hand, and hugging Blake's chest with the other. Pressing a soft kiss against her neck, she repeated Carm's words. "You sure you're ready, Blake?"

A low moan and a shiver accompanied the hand gliding across her chest, but she smiled vaguely. "Mm... yeah. Blake is ready." Hearing her refer to herself in the third person was strange, and did give her pause. But she brushed it aside. Somewhere deep down, she knew it was due to the perfume Carmine was wearing - it addled her mind, turned everything on its ear. After they finished and the scent was gone, she would go back to normal. She hoped.

Keeping her held closely, she began to push back into Blake's rear end again, slightly faster then last time to prepare her for that sensation. But that wasn't all the pleasure to come in these few seconds. There was far more to come from the phallus below that was pushing its way into her. Thanks to Blake's own wetness and arousal, Carmine's movements to push inside her were completely flawless. Blake accepted her with ease and little to no resistance. Only difference was, she felt a lot tighter this time around, thanks to Yang taking up her backside.

And even though she had began to draw back out again on the first thrust, Yang let herself remain still a moment when she next met Blake's hips, wanting to make sure completely that her girlfriend was okay before she began thrusting.

Which was hard to say. Blake had entirely collapsed atop Carmine, half-screaming out in mingling surprise and uncertainty. However, clearly she was wetter than she'd ever been, and her body was begging to be ravaged. She just couldn't move, couldn't do anything more useful than lie there and try not to lose her mind entirely.

Now Yang was supporting both herself and her partner, trying her best to keep her arm around her as she slowly thrust in and out of Blake. Compared to the speed Carm was taking things below, it was far slower. And it had to be. Blake was so tight, and from the pleasure that still mingled from earlier, she was worried she'd finish too soon if she went any faster!

But Carmine continued at the moderate pace, still looking up at the girl's reactions, still occasionally moaning out as she felt the phallus push straight back into her. These were definitely things she'd have to try again. Maybe if Velvet were to invite Coco back some time...

Meanwhile, Blake was quickly dissolving into a mess of sweat and wails. The fight she had been able to put up before when it was just she and Carm was gone without trace. How could her body even handle this abuse?! It threatened to make her lose consciousness, and she had never been so overstimulated that it even came close to that reaction before!

However, she knew she loved it. Even though she wasn't sure she could ever handle it again after tonight, it was an incredible, all-consuming amount of pleasure that couldn't easily be reached through other means. And she would never forget it.

Yang was finding it hard to hold on already. Every time Carm thrust in and out of her, she could feel it against her own cock, against Blake's inner walls. Surely this was hurting if she could feel it as well? But Blake was only wailing with pleasure more and more, drenched in sweat. She must have been enjoying it. And after tonight, she was sure there wouldn't be much that Blake would be unable to handle in the bedroom.

Also wrapping her arms around Blake was Carmine. Both of Blake's partners were holding her tight, embracing her against themselves. Both taking either of her entrances, one slowly and gently, one with a quicker, harder pace. And she could feel it pushing into herself still.

"B-Blake! Yang! I think… t-think I'm gonna...!"

"HMMMAH!" Blake wailed out as her hands gripped Carmine's chest from under the bra. She couldn't even focus enough to remove it properly, merely wormed her hands underneath. But her own end was coming at lightening speed. If Yang finished inside her... it would be a horrifying thought, but also an arousing one. All she wanted was to feel that now, to feel both of them spasming on either side of her while she came harder than ever before. She needed it.

"F-fuck me!" she managed to grind out harshly. "Fuck m-me harder!"

"H-Harder?!" Both of them asked in unison, quickly glancing toward one another questioningly. Should they? Carmine was already thrusting in and out rather hard in the first place, but if Yang were to do so as well, surely it would cause her harm? But Blake wasn't saying anything else. She was still accepting the two phalluses thrusting into her easily, still enjoying each pound either of them delivered. Maybe the last would be what she needed to be truly satisfied.

With either of them nodding to one another, they agreed. Carmine gripped at Blake's back tightly, giving her the leverage to thrust up into her harder, faster. Just as Blake had asked. And Yang only mirrored the actions, using the hand that was caressing Blake's chest to hold her tightly as she ramped up her speed. Time and time again, she could feel Carmine's phallus pushing up against the skin, feel it making her tighter. But this was what Blake asked for. What she needed.

The sound of reaction that came from the Faunus was a terrible one that spoke of pain and hatred, but there were no accompanying words, no request to halt their activities. Blake was into it. The cock pounding her ass felt so foreign and unacceptable, but the one giving her more traditional pleasure somehow balanced things - even as both of them together were too much, it was too much of something she was beginning to understand.

Not long after that, Blake felt her orgasm welling up like a tidal wave. There would be no holding it back, so she didn't even try, and merely threw her head back to wail at the top of her lungs as the dam burst.

Just as Yang's was. With a few more firm, hard thrusts into Blake's rear, in addition to the thrusting the other side she felt, Yang was done for. Though she tried to bite her lip to keep herself moaning to the high heavens, she found herself moaning out against it almost as loudly. Her cock throbbing rather harshly inside Blake's body as it let loose a second helping of seed for the evening, straight into her darkest opening. Though the thought made her shudder in horror, it was also a main factor that added into her pleasure. The taboo of it all.

And below, Carmine was faring no better. Although she was still gripping Blake tightly, still thrusting harder and faster into her to try and push herself over the limit, no doubt Blake would probably reach hers first.

Which she did - the instant she felt Yang pouring into her depths, in fact. There could be no more holding back after that, and she had no power within her to try. Wave after wave of pleasure rocked her body as the two cocks continued to pump in and out of her, as the one in her hindquarters pulsed angrily... as wetness deposited itself in there.

What kind of sick person did this make her? Surely ordinary people didn't enjoy that sensation, didn't welcome it or derive more pleasure from it. But there she was, sobbing brokenly and growling as the world's largest orgasm destroyed her body... and all because she was being filled by two phalluses at the same time. Her fingers involuntarily pinched Carmine's nipples as she tried to ride it out.

And finally Carm was also at hers. The thrusting stopped when she pushed it in as hard as she could, keeping it deep inside her to ride out the waves of her own pleasure. The small amount of pain was interesting, and for some reason, it seemed to really help her. Shuddering yet again, she felt herself finally beginning to come down from it all, enough to draw herself out of Blake's body yet again, releasing her to lay on the floor, completely exhausted.

Yang, however, didn't want to withdraw yet. She still kept ahold of Blake, cock remained firmly inside that opening. As she held her so tightly to her, she caught her own breath by breathing in and out, and would do nothing more until Blake told her to.

After a few seconds, Blake began to push herself back against Yang's unyielding rod. In a way, it did still feel good to have it in there, but she also wanted some relief from the constant assault on her senses. That didn't mean her body was listening, though. "So... so big," she panted.

With a few more deep breaths, Yang held onto her tightly, finally drawing her hips backwards and away from her rump. It did feel nice to be in there the time she was, but now they were exhausted, there was no reason for it to remain. It slid out of her body with a wet sounding pop, falling slightly limper than it was before they had begun. The effects of a certain pill were still remaining, but that didn't mean she wanted more. Twice in quick succession was more than enough.

"Ohhhhhhh," Blake groaned when it exited. "Oh wow, that's... I've never felt..." There wasn't much more to say. "How... how do I look back there?"

"Lemme jus' put'cha down and I'll tell ya." Easing her grip off of her, she allowed for Blake to fall into Carmine's arms instead, where she was embraced straight away by the redhead. Of whom, despite breathing deeply, was now looking toward her eyes, trying to check if the effects had worn off or not. At least that way she could learn if to use it again or not. Yang was doing as she was asked, sitting back onto her knees again to gaze at the rear of her beloved. And pulling a cheek to one side, she instantly began to blush.

"W-Whoa..." She could barely believe how wet Blake still was. Both on her sex, and in her backside. It didn't help that Yang was to blame for the latter, but it was still a sight not to be taken lightly. In fact, she debated whether or not to take a photo herself. "Wet, Blake," she answered truthfully.

"Really?" she half-laughed dazedly. "I... you really opened me up, part of me d-didn't think you would, but... wow..." A few breaths later, she managed to ask, "You... okay down there, Carm?"

"More concerned about you, but from the looks of things, you seem to be back with us again." She was speaking mainly about the sight of her eyes. By the time Carm got a good look, she could see the whites again. Blake was well and truly coming down from the effects at long last. "But wow, that was amazing! H-How did you stand all that?"

But the more Yang stared at the state of Blake's backside, the harder it was to resist. And she couldn't. She needed to remember this moment, after all, it may not arise again for a long time. So, taking her scroll from her pocket, she tried to keep the cheeks apart as best she could, taking a couple of photos of the area. "Heck, you can look at the state of this yourself in a mo, Blake."

"Huh?" Then she heard the telltale sound effects of photos being snapped, and her head ticked up slightly. "H-hey! We didn't discuss you being allowed to..."

Then again, this was almost fair compensation for her lesser role in Weiss's "picture vengeance". It was a bit disturbing for her personally that she had used Ruby's photos in that way, even if Ruby had already given consent, but that was between the three of them. None of her business. However, she hadn't warned Yang, so having her own gaping asshole caught in images was a punishment that fit her mild offense.

"Hey, the way I see it, I gotta have something for when I'm home alone over the Dustmas break." Finally shuffling away from the two however, she could still feel her heart beating faster than normal. She was yet to catch her breath properly yet, and she suspected the other two weren't yet rested either. After all that, they had probably earned it. As she nipped into the bathroom to wash up, she asked, "So, who's ready for bed?"

Blake raised a weary hand that immediately flopped back down. Her power of speech was nearly gone by now, and she was dry as a bone. But she was also enjoying Carmine's ample warmth beneath her - and the lingering scent of the perfume, which was no longer overpowering her every thought.

"I take that as... everyone." When there was no further response, Yang finally made her way back to the two. Obviously her girlfriend was in no state to walk, still exhausted and dazed from three orgasms in one sitting. So she managed to lift her up off Carmine's body, and then into her arms. It wasn't a problem at all for the blonde bruiser.

Following close behind of course was the redhead. She knew from the beginning that despite the three of them all engaging together, it would be Yang and Blake to share the most attention. In fact, it was agreed on; especially since she had her own lover now. She would enjoy cuddling them, perhaps sleeping in the same bed with the two, but knew deep down when things came to it, it would be those two who would be sharing the most romance together.

And in fact, she smiled at the thought. "You know, you two really are a cute pair."

"Thanks," the Faunus sighed as she was draped across the bed linens. "I'm... wearing nothing but a bodice, so I should look... pretty cute..."

"I meant you and Yang." She laughed. A half-dazed Blake was simply too funny to her. Even if she was trying to be sincere to them. "Like, I know when we met it was before you two were a thing but, I'm really glad you have each other. Because you really suit one another."

"You're one of those people that gets super sappy after sex, aren't you, Carm?" Yang smirked, hopping onto the bed on Blake's right, allowing for Carm to do so on her left hand side. But as she began to undo the small laces over Blake's corset to get her ready for bed, she began to smile dozily. "Yeah... I guess we are a cute couple. But I bet you and Velvet are, too."

"Carm and Velvet, sitting in a tree," Blake snickered as she was completely undressed. Then she reached down and grasped the still-hard length of her partner. "Really? All that fun you had with my ass, and it still won't go down?"

"Aaa-hah! Careful that's sore!" But Yang was in no state to stop her, only enough to sit still by her side until Blake got the idea.

Carm couldn't help but keep staring from the other side however, looking right down at Yang's part now that she could. "It really is real… sheeze, the Dust thing really is real. Do you know what kinda things this can do for the world? And you guys are using it to bang like rabbits?"

"Hey, you're the one banging a rabbit."

"HEY!"

Chuckling, Blake continued to stroke it gently, playfully, but not gripping it tighter than was strictly necessary. "She has a point. Hey... do you want to try it out?"

"Try what out?" But when she looked between the cheeky glances of both Blake and Yang, it clicked and she gasped, "NO! I am happy with my hoohah, thank you very much!"

"No, no!" But now Blake was laughing in earnest as she twitched it back and forth. "I just meant touching it! Gosh, I'm not a drug pusher - unlike SOMEBODY with some pretty unique perfume!"

"Oh..." Turning red yet again, she hunched up her shoulders in embarrassment. But seeing as Yang wasn't moving, she shuffled a little closer, reaching a hand over to brush one of her fingers across the head of it.

Which made Yang wince. "S-sore… just… don’t go crazy, okay, you two?"

Grinning darkly, Blake teased her very gently. "Aww, you use your dick too much? Poor baby." But she withdrew until her fingertips were on either side, just barely holding it still, so that the underside of the shaft was fully exposed for Carm to explore.

"Hmm… so weird." Carm then did as expected, running a couple of fingers along the underside of Yang's cock, testing at different firmness with her pleasure to see how it felt. Hard. Harder then quite a few of her toys in fact. Testing the waters even more, she wrapped her hand around it, giving a cheeky stroke...

Until Yang winced yet again. "O-okay, okay! Yeah I admit it, I used it too much! Ouch..."

"Spoilsport." Blake withdrew her hand entirely, glancing up at Carm. "You can keep torturing this blonde if you want to, though. I think she secretly still loves it."

"N-no, I really… Nnnn...." That was up for debate. Considering Carm was stroking rather firmly. It didn't help that she was still hardened thanks to the mingling effects of the Dust she'd taken. But it was when Carm brushed the head yet again she finally drew back. "N-nope, too much, all done."

"Aww, such a shame." Carm giggled, taking her hand away from Yang at last as she snuggled up by Blake. "I don't think dick is for me, though, unfortunately. But it was nice to have a test."

Nodding, Blake rolled over slightly to curl around Yang's form, making sure her limbs were draped over her far away from the still-erect member. "This beats trying it out with an actual guy though, I bet..."

"Well duh, let's be real here. If I just did that on a guy he'd be asking me to finish him off with my mouth or owe him something later." She rolled her eyes. Even though she was at Blake's side, she was sticking to her own side, giving the two their fair share of cuddling space with one another.

Which Yang seemed grateful for as she hugged back into Blake, kissing her forehead. But not before adding, "Don't tell Blake, but I think she prefers me with it, really."

"Hey!" Blake reached over to gently flick the head. "You take that back, I don't honestly care which way your anatomy is arranged!"

"OW! No fair!" She was about to reach back and grab the pillow to hit her, but seeing how exhausted she was, she decided against it. And instead just nuzzled by her side that bit more. "You're lucky you're one of my girlfriends."

"One of?" Carmine asked, smirking as she looked to the two of them. "I knew you guys, or Yang at least, were poly, but just how many girlfriends do you have?"

"J-just two. Blake and Weiss. In fact, it was more Weiss who started this whole thing when she was dating me and-" Yang stopped short. Was she really about to admit she was in a polyamorous relationship that included her own sister?

For her part, Blake glanced between the two of them - and seemed to decide to cover Yang's story. "And me. I mean, not that I'm really dating Weiss! We just have all three fooled around once or twice. Like you have with us, Carm."

"Damn... How the other half live! Maybe I can sort something out with Velvet's special friend; some time for us. I mean, I get this feeling from Velvet that I’m not quite doing everything she needs yet, but… it’s early days."

"Go ahead. I heard Coco can be pretty frisky." Though listening, and facing Carmine to talk to her, Yang’s hands were continually petting Blake's hair as she lay in her arms. She expected her to be absolutely exhausted after the events that took place, so she humbly accepted her role as a body pillow and heat source. "I don't think, from the looks of things, we'll be doing all too many three-ways for a while though. Think this kitty needs her rest."

All that came from the Faunus was a quiet sigh of contentment. She was already drifting off, eyes closed and face nuzzled against Yang's currently-hairy chest. The look on her face wasn't particularly happy or sad, but she did look quite sated. Peaceful.

After a few minutes of silence from them both, Carmine had been watching the two in their loving embrace. Yang never stopped stroking and petting Blake, nor did she stop occasionally nuzzling her head down to kiss her forehead. She could only wonder... "So, do you and Weiss cuddle like this, too?"

"Nah. This is defiantly a recent thing, with Blake as the only victim."

"I see..." Looking down at Blake again, Carm couldn't even tell if the Faunus was awake or not anymore. She hadn't moved, hadn't said a word. As far as she knew, she was asleep. And that meant it was alright to speak up. "Look, I'm trying, I really am… but I don't get it. From how you've described Weiss to be at times in messages, it just seems like it's fooling around all the time. But you and Blake have something special. You cuddle, kiss, I can actually see you two being your perfect pair. Why risk a good thing just so you can bang two girls?"

Yang sighed. "That's actually been coming up a lot lately." It was the truth, for far more reasons she could explain to Carm in a single sitting. The relationship was becoming strained, Weiss clearly sought after her sister, and Yang... Yang sought after Blake alone. That's why she was always jealous whenever Blake was 'active' with Weiss alone, or even Ruby on that single occasion. Because of how she cared for Blake. "Weiss is great, I can't fault that. She's hilarious, and incredible in the sack, but she's no cuddler. Not with me, anyway. I want someone who is. Someone like-"

"A certain Blake in your arms?"

Despite Carm's smirk, Yang rolled her eyes at that comment, soon nodding. "Yeah. Someone like her. Calm, sweet, affectionate, and someone I just feel... happy with." Turning to face Blake again while she stroked her, she asked, somewhat rhetorically, "Is it stupid to wanna say I'm in love with her?"

That made her glow with happiness for her friends. “Not stupid at all. I’ll miss these little romps, sure, but… I could feel the same way about Velvet, maybe. Just need to go on more than a few dates to really be sure.”

“Yeah,” Yang laughed, and they both shared a grin. After a brief moment, she whispered, “Can you keep a secret?”

“Of course.”

“We got this camping trip coming up. And, um, I really wanna tell her then. It’ll be hard to say goodbye to banging you and Weiss, I guess, but this is more important. And then we’ll see if Blake wants to make this monogamous or not. I just want her to know she’s the one.

Carmine’s eyes grew as round as dinner plates. “Oh my GOD!”

“But you can’t tell anybody – especially Blake. Promise, okay? But maybe now with telling you, I won’t chicken out.”

“You better not,” she said with a pretend-scolding voice. “A sweet kitten like her deserves to be treated right. If you won’t do it, I will.”

“Thanks.”

Yang knew Carmine meant it, too. Some people were multiple pet-owners, and some weren’t. So she resolved that she and Blake really would be girlfriends by the end of their night in the Emerald Forest – or at least, they would if it was what Blake wanted, too. And there was only one way to find out.

#she wants the dust #rwby smut #bumbleby smut #rwbyremnants #nsfw-Text

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