#and i was like no i don’t have one and i’m 14 and so disinterested and in fact terrified of the idea of sex

[autoneurotic]

something poetic and hilarious about my mom, who, when i was growing up, was soooo homophobic and now we’re supporting each other’s art which means she’s liking all of my gayass agnes and zoe art.

[foreverisntenough]

-YOU’RE MINE -

Summary: While you daydreamed about his face an ocean apart, he had no idea what yours was about to do to him. With a twist of fate and the heat of summer, a new relationship would completely ransack his heart - Everyday heavy with the thought of one another, neither of you were going to let the unexpected love of your life go. You were going to be his, you were his, and you were going to stay his.

Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestive, smut love bombing, little sad, and kind of angst- not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: I hope you like it! There will definitely be more parts (don’t know how many just yet though.)

INDEX

Chapter 14 - ‘You’re Mine’

Weeks had passed and you had gotten more comfortable and accustomed to life in Liverpool. You knew you had to go back to New York eventually but at the moment you two were really happy. You had a routine, you fit in well with Trent’s life, his family liked having you around, it was all good.

Things had quieted down a little after plenty of ‘Alexander-Arnold leaves Anfield with mystery girl in car’ stories surfaced all over social media and one crass bull shit filled Daily Mail article. You were thankful you’d been able to have that conversation early and navigate how you were going to handle eyes on your relationship. You had settled into a more calm, normal as possible life with him. Although life would never truly be dating him and you knew that but this was now your ‘normal.’ Constant camera flashes and Instagram comments desperate for more information on your lives; but you left nothing, barely crumbs. People’s interest faded but fans of his kept a close watch for your appearances. You weren’t hiding but you also weren’t handing out any details.

You and Trent had fallen asleep on the den’s couch one night watching a movie. You were laying totally on top of his body, your head nestled on his chest, his hands wrapped around you. You woke up when you heard rustling somewhere else in the house. You squinted your eyes at the brightness of the room before placing ‘good morning’ kisses onto Trents bare skin. He didn’t move though.

“T” you called quietly. No response. “T…” you whispered again, placing a heavier kiss on him. “Trent..” you said at a normal volume. He could only hum. “We fell asleep on the couch, baby.” You explained trying to get him to move from being in the middle of the families home.

“Okay,” he didn’t care, he was exhausted and wanted to stay put. You tried to peel your body up off his. “Nah nah, please baby,” he moaned, squeezing you tighter to him.

“T..” you giggled. “Let me get up. I’m thirsty.” You managed to sit up, straddling his lap. Your eyes were fixed on his sleepy beautiful face. You failed to notice a friend of Marcel’s who had slept over came down from upstairs, passing the living room seeing you atop of Trent dressed in a tight, thin shirt and little shorts with a ruffled hem. You were putting your hair up causing your shirt to lift revealing more and more of your body. His mouth gaped open. He ran away before you could catch him staring. Marcel sat in the kitchen eating breakfast when his friend came rushing in flushed.

“Erm… who is the bird on your couch right now?” He eagerly asked, picturing your figure again, sliding onto a seat.

“I’m assuming the one on top of Trent?” Marcel didn’t even need to pick his head up. He knew his friend was talking about you.

“Yeah… who the fuck is that? She’s so hot.” It was early enough in the morning that the younger boy couldn’t keep his hormones in check. He was foaming at the mouth seeing a girl like you on the couch first thing.

“It’s his girlfriend bro… relax.” Marcel was unphased and disinterested.

“When was anyone going to tell me Trent had a girlfriend??” He was left annoyed being left out of the loop.

“What? Did you want a text from him… ‘hey bro, got me self a girlfriend. We keep Marcel up every night fucking. ?” Marcel quipped, making fun of what an exaggerated version of the possible message his friend wanted to receive.

Trent was half asleep. Awake enough for his hands to be kneading your ass, able to pull you further down to him, kissing your chest, nuzzling his face in your boobs, working his way to your nipples.

“T! Please” you said giggling, not exactly upset with the affection but you were so thirsty you needed water. “Baby, please I need to go get something to drink.” Trent just shook his head ‘no.’ Meanwhile back in the kitchen the two boys were continuing to discuss their juxtaposed opinions of you.

“You hear them! She’s sexy, brother. Do you listen?” He’s friend leaned closer awaiting the response to the ridiculously juvenile question. .

“I can’t really not hear it.” Marcel was annoyed, not at his friend, but being reminded that his sleep schedule had been destroyed by you and Trent going at it every night… loudly.

“I’d be waking up hard no question if I heard that girl moan.” He friend shut his eyes imaging your body straddling his not Trent’s.

“Mate…” Marcel made a grosssed out face.

“Why do you not care abo....” Marcel’s friend's sentence came to a crashing halt when you silently walked into the kitchen. You had managed to pry yourself from Trent’s arms in search of a drink and made your way to the kitchen.

“Morning Marc..” your hand glided across his back from one shoulder to the other sleepily.

“Yeah. All good?” He asked, suppressing a laugh seeing his friend's eyes now falling out of his head scanning over your body.

“Really good” you said too chipper for his liking though.

“Ugh… Did you fuck on the couch?” Marcel moaned in disgust.

“Excuse me!” You whipped around quickly at the crude comment. “Erm and what would that have to do with you anyway?” You probed.

“Because it’s OUR couch… did you?” He pushed, putting his fork down. His friend leaning onto the table now invested eager to know if the hot girl in front of him got fucked last night, putting the fact that this was his best friend’s older brother’s girlfriend aside.

“No,” you smiled simply. You weren’t lying exactly. You didn’t have sex last night. You didn’t… you had before, on other days… a few times on it. Trent had also eaten you out last night on the couch giving you one of the best orgasms of your life but they didn’t need to know that.

“I know you’re fucking lying.” Marcel didn’t really care deep down he was just sticking to his little brother cast but ultimately you two had gotten really close and got on well, the banter was just a part of your bond. You spent a lot of time together. You walked towards him again gripping in between his shoulders and neck squeezing the muscles.

“You need to relaxxxxx” you said giggling. “Can I grab a water?” You asked, letting go and already opening the refrigerator.

“Why are you even asking if it's in your hand...” Marcel hit back quick before diving back into his food. You opened your water and finally acknowledged the ogling boy who was also in the room.

“Sorry to be so impolite, I was caught off guard by someone being so rude so early… I’m Y/N.” Taking a big sip, some spilled and rolled down your chin continuing to drip down your neck. There was a big pause. You wiped at the water on your skin. The words wouldn’t come out of his mouth, his eyes had now fixated on your nipples hard against your shirt. You took note so you crossed your arms over your chest embarrassed. You hadn’t clocked that he had been undressing you with his eyes since you first walked in. He got his name out eventually and you just giggled smug.

“Nice to meet you.” You grabbed at his arm squeezing it before starting to walk out of the room. “I’m going upstairs, I didn’t get to charge my phone last night I was too busy not fucking on the couch.” You joked, not turning back. The boy's eyes glued to your ass cheeks peeking out of your shorts, marcel’s stuck on his food shaking his head at your departing comment.

“That was embarrassing bro..” Marcel spoke to his friend.

“She’s American! That’s so fucking hot.” He groaned after hearing you speak.

“Mate, I’m aware.. I know her. Drop it.” Marcel snidely said getting a little less agitated and a little more protective over you.

The two boys made their way to the living room where Trent was still passed out. Marcel hopped onto the other end of the couch, turning on the upcoming F1 race not before throwing a pillow at his brother to wake him up.

“Get up bro!”

“Yo!” Marcel’s friend said throwing another one at him. Trent started to speak before he opened his eyes.

“Bab..” stopping mid word as he quickly became more conscious, you were no longer around, it was just too annoying younger boys.

“No, not baby you melt.” Marcel joked throwing one more at him for good measure.

“What the fuck! Stop!” Trent ran his hands over his face, rubbing his eyes trying to wake up. “Where’s Y/N?” Marcel told him you had gone upstairs but he was too tired to move, just able to shift his body upwards against the back cushion to settle in to watch the race.

“I don’t mean any disrespect mate but I gotta say it before I get drunk and you beat the shit out of me one night for it but Trent, mate…your girl is a fucking smoke.”

“Embarrassing..” Marcel muttered.

“Alright..” Trent rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress his laugh at the boy's clear attraction.

“You fuck on this couch?” Marcel cut his brother’s response off.

“We have... why?” Trent was confused by the inquisition and didn’t see any point in lying about your antics to his brother, he was proud to fuck you. “Also…” Trent turned his head to face his brother’s friend, “yeah, but reel it in, that’s my girl. I know she’s beautiful.”

“Whose beautiful?” You cooed rentering the living space now changed into a tank top, a pair of Trent’s joggers, and a big smile.

“You, baby” Trent said sitting up, extending his arms out for you to come to him. You sat on his lap and he purred nuzzling into your neck, lips pressing into your skin, completely unbothered the boys were still in the room.

“Morning” you said giggling trying to pull him off after kissing his shoulder.

“You’re such a fucking liar, Y/N.” Marcel said to you not taking his eyes off the tv. You questioned what he was talking about only for him to restate that Trent had said you did in fact fuck on the couch.

“We didn’t!” You yelled to Marcel, you then turned to remind Trent. ”We didn’t!”

“Last night? We.. well or I” Trent started to talk but you stopped him placing your hand over his mouth.

“Stop! T…” you looked at him with an intense glare. “T.. don’t” you gripped his shoulder. “To be clear, we did not have sex on this couch last night.” You said eyes now fixed on Marcel trying to convince him. What you hadn’t realized was Dianne had come into the room.

“Okay! ….Good to know sweetie” she cooed smiling. Your head fell onto Trent’s shoulder in embarrassment. All three boys in the room burst into laughter. Very funny to them, absolutely mortifying for you. You tried to say sorry but she just poked a little more fun and hushed your apology.

“I’m going to die” you murmured into Trent’s neck.

“No you’re not” he kissed your cheek still laughing a little. If his smile wasn’t so god damn pretty you’d be more annoyed. “It’s fine, baby.”

“It’s fine, baby” Marcel quipped, mocking Trent and your tender moment.

Trent had an away game and you wanted to go but it was kind of a wash of a game. It was all the way in Brighton, no one else in his family was going, and Liverpool was destined to win. Had you asked, Trent would’ve easily gotten you there, made sure you could see him. You’d gone to a few away games so far but you didn’t want to be needy so you stayed at home opting to watch from there with everyone else. Away games had Trent gone for essentially two days. It was tough to be without him. Neither of you liked being apart. He’d FaceTime as much as he could, he’d text his brothers to make sure you were actually okay when you said you were ‘fine.’

You, Tyler, Marcel, and two of their close friends sat around in the cinema room watching the game, the pundits' commentary filled the room only to be corrected or jeered at by the boys. It was late and you were tired. It was 3 nil in about the 70th minute when Tyler looked over to see your eyes fluttering closed only for you to attempt to keep them open. He nudged your leg with his.

“Go to sleep. Games won… seriously. He’ll probably get subbed off soon with this one.” He said with another nudge. You didn’t want to but you could barely keep your eyes open. You also wanted to be in his bed not down here when Trent came home so you sleepily slumped off the chair to drag your body upstairs. All the boys said ‘night’ politely but unable to turn their attention away from the game to actually look at you.

You tucked into his bed, your bed, and snuggled a pillow wishing he was with you. It felt like he had been gone forever. Trent finally got home absolutely exhausted around 3:00 am. Seeing you in his bed after coming home from a game was his favorite thing in the world. He quietly snuck around the room getting ready for sleep. Turning off any remaining lights before slipping under the covers next to you. His warm hands came around your waist. You only wore a t-shirt of his and a tiny thong. His hands sprawled over your stomach caressing your skin. He pulled your body back into his, pressing a wet kiss to your neck.

“M’ home, baby,” his facial hair tickled your skin when he whispered. You were so tired and only got more comfortable in his arms but Trent had been missing you and your body. His hands trailed up you before cupping your boobs under the shirt. He squeezed them slowly, sensually, placing more kisses on your neck, humming in pleasure. He rolled your nipples between his fingers, pulling on them a little. “Missed you so much, baby. You're so fucking sexy.” You instinctively pushed your ass into him to get closer, you could feel his incredibly hard cock through the thin material of his boxers. “Fuck, baby” he moaned so turned on, he was leaking pre cum already but you we’re practically asleep.

“T…” you quietly moaned feeling one of his hands slip away from boobs, sliding down over your body squeezing your ass before slipping his fingers under you and through your folds. You were already dripping subconsciously from his touch.

“C’mere baby. Let me make you feel good. Missed my girl.” You hummed in pleasure but couldn’t seem to shake your tiredness.

“Baby… I’m sleepy.” You whispered guilty.

“Okay, okay” he accepted disappointedly but remained kissing on your neck just to show affection. He needed to keep his lips on you. He never pushed if you said no so he removed his hands and wrapped them around your waist pulling you closer to him instead, humming feeling your body against his. You were half asleep but you could still feel his hard cock.

“T… did you win, baby?” You were also half awake so you asked about the game quietly, facing away from him tucked in his arms.

“Of course, beautiful” he confirmed, placing a kiss behind your ear purring. You turned in his arms to face him. Sleepily you crawled to lay completely on top of him, laying your head on his chest and tangling your legs with his. He grunted a little sore from the match now with your body weight on his but he wanted you close, his arms wrapped instinctively around you pulling you even closer.

“Baby..” you whispered again.

“Yeah, beautiful?” he whispered back unsuspectingly. You pulled your head off his chest nuzzling into his neck placing your lips near his ear.

“Can I keep your cock warm in my pussy” you moaned quietly while your teeth pulled his ear lobe. He released a groan, you could feel his cock twitch beneath you. “Please baby.” You begged despite your tiredness essentially being asleep on top of him.

“Yeah, we can do that.” He said like he was doing you a favor but he was relishing that you offered given how needy he was for you right now. “You’re fucking perfect, baby.” He whispered close to your ear, slipping his cock into you. You were wet but so tight so he moved every inch of him in bit by bit making sure you could adjust. Once in, his whole length repeatedly hit your g spot slow every. single. time. You were barely moving but every little shift was orgasmic. You couldn’t hold in a soft whiny cry. Your lips parted, biting the skin of his neck. Your pussy was sopping wet now, the languid movements had you gushing all over him. The sex was so tender and sweet. You held onto him, rubbing your clit on him as he moved you up and down.

“Your pussy’s made for me” he groaned, his finger running across your bottom lip. He slipped his finger into your mouth and you sucked on it desperately. “Such a good girl, baby.” His spit coated finger reached down between you to rub your clit circling it moaning your name in your ear. You were so tired you couldn’t even process how close you were to unraveling, he felt so good, your mind wasn’t working, you couldn’t warn him before your pussy spasmed, squirting all over his cock. Covering his abs and leaking down your thighs. Your pussy gripped so tight and intensely around his cock as you came Trent couldn’t hold back his own release. He pumped you full of his warm cum, spurting into you while your pussy throbbed, milking him of everything he had. You stayed in that position. Refusing to pull his cock out, preventing any of his cum from spilling out. He rolled his hips a few more times into you.

“Too much, baby” you whimpered, muffled into his skin, overstimulated and exhausted. You could fall asleep with him inside you but he pulled out of you slowly.

“C’mere” he said, half asleep now, completely drained. Clinging to each other tightly before you both dozed off. Cuddling even closer, neither of you having the strength to go clean up or peel apart.

The next day you sat out in Trent’s back garden cuddled up on the couch with hot tea. It was a sunny winter day. You were bundled in one of his jumpers with his hands tucked underneath it around you caressing your skin. You weren’t talking, not at all really, just the rustle of the wind could be heard and the sound of Trent’s lips occasionally pressing and pulling off your skin, kissing you. It was moments like this when you found pockets of peace to be alone that you felt incredibly connected. No football, no fans, no family, no distractions, just you two.

“Baby..” he said into your ear and you hummed in response leaning further back into him.

“I need to tell you something.” You just hummed again but he seemed to hesitate.

“Go ahead, pretty boy. What’s up?” You pushed nonchalantly thinking nothing of it.

“Nah, it’s serious, baby.” Your body stiffened at his words not sure if this ‘something’ was going to tear your current peace to shreds. “I’ve felt this way for a long time, but I’ve been scared. I can’t hold it any longer because I feel it every second of every day. I don't want it to slip out at the wrong time and… “ he took a deep breath. He moved his lips closer to your ear. “I don’t think I’ve ever meant these words, or if I ever felt this truly until I met you.” He placed a kiss behind your ear. Your eyes softly closed, the warmth of his body and the vibrations of his voice against your skin had you purring.

“What’s that, T?” you quietly, softly whispered facing ahead trying to encourage him to get his words out. He placed another soft kiss behind your ear again but you could feel more passion behind this one. It felt like the sun got a little brighter, your body warmer, the world quieter.

“I love you.” He said in a sure confident tone. You felt your body go into shock for a moment. His hand grabbed for your chin to turn your head to him. “Look at me baby… Y/N, I’m in love with you.” You could hear a slight tremble in his voice. “Hopelessly. You deserve a love that feels like summer, the way my heart felt on 78th street when I first met you, year round. I told you so many times I want to give you everything you deserve, baby. Let me love you forever.” His words came flooding out.

You blinked your eyes to hold back tears trying to composure yourself at his heartfelt words. His eyes pooled deep like a puppy dog that had you melting. It was obvious both of you had been skirting around the overwhelming ever present feeling but it was scary, like Trent had said, that emotion had never felt so real until now. You turned your body fully to him cuddling into his chest more, nestling into your favorite place. You looked up at him, your hand sliding to wrap behind his neck to scratch your nails gently against his skin to get his attention, assure him you were present.

“T… Trent, I love you so much.” You could barely get the words out because you were trying to focus on not crying looking into his big brown eyes weakening you more every second. You sniffled with a soft smile. He let out a sigh of relief his feelings were reciprocated. You leaned up to press your noses together needing to be closer. With a small smile tugging at his lips, he pulled your waist.

“Yeah, baby… you love me?” Trent needing reassurance broke your heart in the softest way. As much as he held a lot of power and confidence he wanted desperately to be truly loved by you and you definitely did.

“I didn’t know it was possible to be this in love with someone” you cooed completely lost in the all consuming feeling that filled your chest, how much you loved him made your heart ache. The hold he had over you was intense and you wanted to be under it forever but in this moment he seemed so timid.

“You are the love of my life, Y/N. I want everything with you.” He said it so meekly. His eyes looking needier, filled to the brim with love.

“You have it, my perfect pretty boy.” Your pet name sent shivers down his spine. He loved when you called him things like that. He was softer and more sensitive around you then he led on, you made him vulnerable. He held you tighter. His hands caressing your skin under his jumper and nuzzling into your neck again. Placing light kisses anywhere he could. His legs coming to lay on top of yours. You were intertwined.

“I love when you're touchy like this, T. I like when you need me. I always need you so it’s nice to know I can do somethings for you.” He only responded with a hum, letting his eyes close for a little as you continued to scratch his skin softly tracing patterns. He was so comfortable with you in his arms. Being with you was like heaven. No big house or fancy hotel could ever be enough if there was no you in it. You felt the same. As he held you, you felt the world drift away, unimportant. In his arms, his embrace, was home, it was safe, it was comfortable, it was your T.

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Next part - Chapter 15 xx

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Aita for leaving a friend hangout?

So me (14 genderfluid) and a friend (15 ?) were supposed to hang out in town today (it’s 30th August at the moment of writing this). I was going to take the bus into town to go to an event sort of thing and had a couple of hours to spare before this, so we decided that we would take the bus directly after school to go hang out. We had had a hangout planned a few weeks earlier but I couldn’t get a ride to the place in question on Saturday and they couldn’t do it on Sunday so we decided to try another time.

The whole school day today was really bad. I’m currently getting bullied quite a lot and this has caused intense discomfort and anxiety around being in school as well as meeting other people from my school outside of it. While this day in particular wasn’t too bad (little to no mocking, harassment, barking at etc) I still had a lot of anxiety throughout the whole day, probably amplified by sleeping badly and not eating much for lunch. I felt like shit the whole day. The bus ride also made me anxious. The thought that I could meet my bullies on the bus and have nowhere to go and no teacher to help me terrified me.

So, school ends and I go to wait for the bus. I meet my friend there, but they are with some other people, one whom I know from before and a few I don’t know, that I don’t even know the names of. This was a bit concerning to me. I can be pretty social if I put my mind to it, but school and the bullying has really made me nervous about interacting with people my age. On top of that, the unknown people seem to be the kind of people giving me dirty looks. Not outright bullying, but clear distaste. Oh well, I thought, maybe they won’t even hang out with us? And they seemed to be disinterested in me and my existence. Not a hello, just a quick glance and that’s it.

That also put me a bit on edge. I’ve had experiences with hanging out with friends who bring their other friends and said other friends just completely ignore me. They don’t speak to me, don’t acknowledge anything I say, they don’t introduce themselves, nothing. This isn’t really fun, and it usually kinda ruins everything for me. It reminds me of parts of the bullying, when people just pretend I don’t exist.

So I was a bit worried, but managed to board the bus with little to no issues. I didn’t sit with any of my friends because the bus was too full, but I heard them talking to each other behind me.

We get off the bus and yeah it is very clear that we’re hanging out together. And it’s maybe like two people I don’t know, and a few I do know but I wasn’t told would be coming. Personally, I really don’t like when I’m not informed of everyone who’s coming along. This is especially bad with people I don’t know.

I decided to try to push through my unwillingness and tiredness and rampant anxiety. But first I had to text my mom. We made a deal that I would text her when I got to town to make sure it was ok. I had no mobile data, so I had to go to the library to try and get some internet. The friend told me that we should split up and meet up later, so that’s what they did. They went somewhere and I would just quickly run in to send a text to my mom.

But due to various issues I couldn’t send a message. Something with the internet connection idk. I got really worried that she would get worried and have no way of contacting me. After trying for a while I gave up and decided to go find my friends, maybe they could share their internet with me or something.

I couldn’t find them. Our town is very small but I couldn’t find them at any of the regular spots and I had no way of contacting them. I eventually gave up. I was sad, tired, hungry and very very anxious, and the day was going to shit. At that moment I really just wanted to go home.

I decided to call my mom and get her to pick me up. I felt bad for leaving my friends but there was no way I could handle staying in town for another 4-5 hours. I did lie to her and said I was having a stomach ache and that I was feeling ill. Mom agreed to pick me up.

Right when me and my mom were heading to the car I spotted my friends. I went to them and told them that I was feeling sick and I was going home. They just walked right past me with little to acknowledge of what I said.

I went home and I’m feeling better emotionally, sort of. I feel bad for lying and saying I was feeling sick, but I don’t know if I would have been taken seriously if I just said “I’m aggressively anxious and tired and starving and every other sound that reminds me of my bullies makes me lightheaded with fear”. I feel bad for leaving them but at that moment I felt like I was gonna cry if I didn’t get to go home. I don’t know if what I did was right.

Aita?

What are these acronyms?

[revenantlore]

OC in 15

tagged by @illarian-rambling to share fifteen quotes from one of my characters that shows their personality. This time I am going with Dakota from Devil in the Details which I still need to edit down the size of the wip banner so I can actually post it on my intro

1. “Why so interested in what gets me off, McCoy?”

2. “You sure? I’m pretty convincing with my mouth.”

3. “I’m not a whore, McCoy ... but nor am I disinterested.”

4. “What’ve I got to be nervous about, darling?” Dakota flashes him a lazy grin, pats a hand to his chest. “Big strong man like you by my side, I can take on anything.”

5. “Aw,” he drags a finger down Ronan’s arm as he pouts, “here I was looking forward to another date with Mr. McCoy.”

6. “You grow up on the streets, live with a drug dealing uncle up to a point … kinda have to know your way around a knife, a man’s throat, his weak spots.”

7. “It’s fucking murder and it’s fucked up—you’re fucked up.”

8. “These fries taste like ass,” he says around a mouthful of cold, soggy fries. Watches for Ronan’s reaction but the guy gives none, expression blank as he focuses on the road. “Wanna compare?”

“What?”

“Fries to ass, you wanna compare? I’ll hold onto a handful for when we get to the hotel room, just in case.”

“I’m not going anywhere near your ass.”

“Mm. Your loss, darling.”

9. “Darling, if you wanted me out of my clothes so bad, all you had to do was ask.”

10. “Unless you wanna turn me on,” Dakota says through a wince, “I’d get your damn hand off my throat.”

11. “I’m scared, that if I don’t die on the job, I’m gonna do myself the favor of—“

12. “First you’re gonna take my drugs, now my coffee? What next, McCoy?”

13. “I don’t deserve to be here.” [said in a heartbroken crack post-near-suicide attempt]

14. “Could vent it out on me,” Dakota says, a familiar spark in his eyes. He hesitates before adding, “Two birds, one stone. Know the quickest way to shutting me up is with your dick, darling.”

15. “Frankie highly recommends it,” Dakota says, pausing before he adds, “says the bumps and ridges are especially … pleasurable.” [when gifting his best friend a glass dildo]

tagging @wintherlywords @winterandwords @andyswritings @thatndginger and @writinginslowmotion

[duskspring]

A Holiday and Teasing - Young Nihil/Young Sister Imperator

Domestic December - Day 26

Summary: Nihil’s ghoul Water recounts the story of how the old man and Sister Imperator got together

Content (do let me know if I forgot anything!): Storytelling, young Nihil and Imperator, stress, yelling, making up

Word count: ~2.2k

“I will never understand those two.” Rain thought out loud as he observed the scene from afar.

Old man Nihil had been running around all day trying to get Sister Imperator’s attention. She’d mostly avoided him, too busy trying to get the ministry sorted for Yule. The one second he had her attention, his frail, shaking arm had halfway raised a mistletoe, his eyebrows moving up in suggestion.

Sister had scoffed and immediately walked off. Of course, that didn’t stop the him in the slightest, simply continuing his pursuit of the disinterested woman.

“I don’t know why he even bothers trying.” Cirrus responded.

“Because it worked…” Oh, that was a rare voice to hear, “Once upon a time.”

The two ghouls whipped their heads around to find… no one standing there. Rain slowly turned in a circle, trying to locate the source of the voice, until Cirrus softly slapped his shoulder and pointed upwards to the wall.

Sitting on a ledge, very close to the ceiling, sat Water. The original Water that is, part of Nihil’s old band. He still wore his silver baby mask from all those decades ago, taken care of to remain in pristine condition.

He jumped down, gracefully landing before the others, “This Yule it will be 46 years.”

“46 years since what?” Rain asked for clarification.

“Since those two got together. Kind of.”

“Those two dated?!” Cirrus exclaimed, although somehow this context made certain interactions seem a lot more logical.

“Sister doesn’t like dwelling on it.” The old ghoul swiped a hand through his hair, “But they really were something…”

December 14, 1967

Sister walked through the halls in hurried steps, desperately trying to see everything go as planned.

“Why aren’t the candles up yet, Angela? How far along are you?!” She stressed.

“I’m just a little bit behind.” Sister Angela cringed at herself, knowing it was in fact more than just a little bit.

Sister sighed, unsure of how much more she could take. Her very first real leadership position and stuff was already going wrong left and right.

“Why the long face, bella?” The arms around her waist didn’t help ground her the way Nihil had probably intended.

She shoved them off of her, “Please, Papa. I don’t have time for this.” Her steps already continued further down the hall.

Nihil speedwalked around her, walking backwards in the same direction so he could keep facing her, “You never have time for me.” He pouted.

“I’m a busy woman. And you’re much too demanding.” She snapped. It was that, and the fact that his reputation preceded him. For Lucifer’s sake, he had three children with three different women already, she didn’t need to become number four.

“Suora,” He stopped her in her tracks with his hands on her shoulders. She knew he was serious when he didn’t call her some pet name, “You deserve a break as well. Sit down, have a glass of wine with me.”

She considered it, if only for a moment. She had been running herself very thin. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, maybe a break would be for the be-

She startled, turning around in a flash at the loud crashing sound coming from one of the rooms in the hall. She hurried inside, Nihil already forgotten behind her.

“Gerald, are you alright?” She hurried to the brother’s side, laid out on the floor next to a toppled over ladder and various, luckily plastic and not glass, decorations spread along the floor.

“I’ll be fine.” He tried to argue, but his wrist quickly gave out underneath him when he tried pushing himself up.

“Absolutely not. You’re going to the infirmary.” She helped pull Gerald up, supporting him as the went on their way, “Excuse me.” She shooed Nihil when he stood near frozen in the way.

“This sounds exactly like them nowadays.” Cirrus interrupted the story.

“Yeah, no, she’s right.” Rain agreed.

“I’m trying to build up to something here.” Water argued, displeased at the distraction.

“Build up, schmuild up. Can we at least get something to drink if you’re gonna take so long?” She asked.

Water looked at her quite the same way an old man would look at a little girl; completely appalled by what he perceived as a lack of manners, “Fine.” He relented, desperate to finish the story now that he’d started.

December 20, 1967

With brother Gerald unable to continue decorating with a broken wrist, Sister had assigned herself to pick up the slack. It wasn’t an easy task, considering she still had to run around the entire abbey to check up on everything and everyone else in the meantime, Yule drawing ever closer.

Every time one of the knots she was tying didn’t work out properly made her want to burst out into tears. She’d give anything for it all to just be done already.

The sudden sound of a wolf whistle nearly made her fall off the ladder Gerald style, “It’s looking great from down here.” Nihil kept the ladder steady between his hands, content with the view he got up Sister’s skirt.

She was about to thank him, before looking down and realizing just where his attention was at, quickly scampering down to smack him over the back of the head.

“Have some Satan forsaken manners. I’m a lady.” She scolded him.

“You are? I almost didn’t notice under all those layers of stress.” He kept a hand above his eyes, as if trying to spot something in the far distance.

She wasn’t in the mood to put up with him, grabbing her clipboard with various checklists and wordlessly starting her rounds through the abbey. Anything to get away from him.

“Come on now, cara. Don't be like that,” He jogged after her again, “I’m just teasing a bit.”

“Nihil!” She turned around in a hurry, screaming louder than she probably ever had before. The other people in the hall all froze and gasped, unable to comprehend the disrespect of her calling him by his name, “I am trying my very fucking best to get everything done in time! All you have ever done is be a distraction to me and get in my way! Please, please for the love of all that is unholy, fuck off! I’m not going to sleep with you, I don’t want anything to do with you! Do your job and let me do mine!”

Had she not fully reached her limit, Sister may have noticed the genuine shock sculpted into his features. Nihil didn’t dare to move, let alone let out so much as a whisper. Never in his life had he been yelled at like this by anyone other than his father.

His voice was barely audible when he finally did gather the strength to say something, “Suora… I’m sor-“ But she was already off again, still trying to pour some semblance of focus into her tasks.

People stared. First at her, but soon, afraid to meet her gaze and wrath, they only looked at him. They wondered if he would retaliate. As Papa, he had every right to excommunicate her on the spot. But he did nothing. He stayed in place and watched after her even as she rounded the corner.

“This still just sounds negative.” Rain was the one who interjected this time, blowing cool air over his cup of tea, “I thought you said the old man’s tricks worked at some point.”

“I’m getting there!” Water banged his fists on the table frustratedly, causing some of his and Cirrus’ drinks to spill onto the table.

“Well, get to it.” Cirrus complained again.

December 21, 1967

Sister’s self loathing was at an all time high as she looked into the mirror. Her makeup was streaked and blurry from tears.

If everything was not done before tonight, surely she’d lose all credibility before she even fully had it. Any hope for a promotion or higher function in the clergy could surely be kissed goodbye.

She took a deep breath, telling herself empty motivational words before reapplying her makeup and getting ready to step out.

Her priority was now to make sure everyone under her leadership got everything done first. If push came to shove she could blame Gerald’s unfinished room on his injury. It was the last thing on her long list of worries for now.

Getting around to everyone, she had to say she was pleasantly surprised by the progress. Some teams had already been on, or even ahead of schedule, but nearly all areas seemed to be in order at that point.

Not only that, but everyone seemed in much higher spirits. They looked less stressed themselves, less exhausted and overworked. Perhaps it was just the Yule spirit getting to everyone.

“Angela, you did a stellar job with this.” Sister complimented, eyes gleaming with the reflection of the candles that decorated every hallway.

“I couldn’t possibly take all the credit. The ghouls were a great help.” She smiled gratefully.

“Ghouls?” Sister asked. She didn’t know the ghouls would get involved, they never did.

“Yeah, didn’t you send them?” Angela’s voice slowed down over the course of the sentence, clearly just as confused.

Without another word, Sister made her way through all the impeccably decorated halls and rooms, trying desperately to find the one she knew would be responsible. Just about the only person with any power over the ghouls.

“Nihil…” It was her voice’s turn to be soft. As she rounded the corner into the room that had been Gerald’s, then her responsibility, she met the sight of the whole band.

Air was floating up to finally complete decorations on the chandelier, no ladder needed. Fire went around to light every candle that illuminated the room. Water was on the floor, tinkering with the aforementioned ladder to make sure it wouldn’t as easily topple down in the future. Earth was using a broom to clear up the floor. And finally, Nihil, who sat on the floor next to Water, unable to help other than holding onto the removed screws and handing the ghoul any tools from the toolbox he asked for.

“Sister.” He stood up in a hurry as soon as he heard her, quickly glancing around for a place he could put the screws. Without looking up, Water offered his own hand for storage, which Nihil immediately accepted.

He quickly walked to Sister, steps slowing down the closer he got to leave some distance between them.

They looked at each other for a moment. Although Sister had meant some parts of her speech yesterday, she hadn’t wanted to berate Nihil quite like she did. A lot of it had come from a place of stress.

Nihil, meanwhile, had felt terrible. He knew he could be a bit of an asshole sometimes, and he usually didn’t care. But seeing just how deep underneath her skin he’d gotten was like a wake up call. He clearly took things too far.

“I’m sorry.” They said simultaneously. Nihil smiled softly at that, while Sister was still stuck in place.

“I shouldn’t have yelle-“ She started.

“No, no, suora. That was my own fault. I, uhm…” He wanted to go into it further, apologize with his whole chest, fall to the floor and beg forgiveness, maybe. But alas, his ego prevented him from any further admissions of guilt, “I tried to make it up to you.” He gestured towards the work being done in the room, stepping a little closer in the hope that she’d let him.

“Thank you for that.” Finally Sister didn’t back away, allowing herself to smile as well. That was until she saw Nihil’s eyes dart up, quickly trying to snatch something away.

“Stupid,” She caught a glimpse of the mistletoe between his fingers, “The ghouls put that there.” He spoke fast, trying to defend himself, before promptly throwing the plant away behind him.

She shut him up quickly with a simple peck on his cheek.

“Thanks again,” Her smile widened ever so slightly, “I take it you’ll finish up in here, I still need to run past the kitchens.” Without waiting for a response she was already off.

Whether she realized it at the time or not, that simple gesture was enough for Nihil to latch onto her. Although he tried being more helpful along the way, this event was ultimately the start of what brought them together.

“And that’s the story of why to this day we’re always stuck doing the hard and tedious jobs.” Water finally got to end his own story.

The other two sat with all the new information for a second, letting it all sink in.

“So why are they back at square one now?” Rain wondered.

Water sighed, though not at the question but the memories, “Papa has always been an immovable object. He does not change, no matter how much effort he puts into fooling people he has. It took less than two years for her to find out the hard way.”

“But he still wants her, specifically?” Cirrus questioned further.

“Hey, I’m not inside his brain. I can’t explain everything he does. I always just assumed there was something different about her. Perhaps it's more of a hard-to-get game for him.”

Silence overtook the table again, the younger ghouls unsure of what to do with their newfound knowledge.

[My Main Masterlist | Domestic December Masterlist]

[sallertiafabrica]

1, 7, and 14?

1. the character everyone gets wrong

More than one honestly, but the one that gets most on my nerves is Marinette. And the worst part is that I can’t even blame fanonfication on it, as canon is the main culprit of this hellhole I live in 🙃

I friggin’ hate that meek girl that can’t fuction around her crush characterization and that needs other characters to constantly preach to her. It’s annoying, demeaning, disrespectful, and URGH. No kiddin’ so many folks end up disliking Marinette (there’s alsp the stalking and jealousy plots, but those are the writers thinking these things are “cute” and “romantic”, so I wouldn’t pin those on Marinette).

And on the other side of the coin, there’s what I call the Characterization to Overcompensate..... and like. I get the appeal of portrayin a usually disrespected character as stronger and “sassy”, but when doing this, I feel like people strip Marinette of what makes her her, y’know? Taking off all the fun parts of her characters for the sake of an angry powerhouse that comes off with a “holier than thou” attitude more often than not. And after a while, it gets tiring.

I’ll admit to using the skin of this Overcompensating writing trope during Trickster’s earlier half, but it was for the sake of a character exploration and to see what an angry/tired/depressed Marinette that didn’t lose her marinette-ness could look like.

(shout out to Classic!Félix, though, for also being incredibly misunderstood by the fandom at large, hahahahahah.. ha... 🥲)

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

Most characters that aren’t Marinette and Félix I stay in a state of disinterest to annoyance unless some particular characterization pushes me to either hate or enjoy the characterization of that specific work. With ONE exception–

Chloé. I know. I know. The redemption’s seeds were planted on canon, and I agree that they should’ve gone through with it if they setted it up in the first place, but– I just. don’t. care. for Chloé and she’s everywhere.

Ngl. Low-key regret making her slightly sympathetic in Trickster, cuz it gave folks the impression I like her and want her redeemed when. I fucking don’t. I couldn’t care less what happens to Chloé, I just needed someone to fulfill a specific role in Trickster and she happened to fit the bill. I have no strong feelings for her. But then she keeps getting shoved on my face at every single turn, and now every time I see her in fics I have the urge to crush something between my hands.

She’s being the villain/antagonist will keep me in the “couldn’t care less” to “kinda amused” side of the reaction board, but to me, the best use of Chloé is “so disconnected from the main plot, it’s HILARIOUS”. Anyway, Flora and Amber ftw

14. that one thing you see in fics all the time

Several things, but right now, I’m particularly peeved with the “There’s a New Villain!” plot, but it’s just Hawkmoth rehashed. Actually, making Hawkmoth-esque villains in general. It gets tiresome after a while. Like– pick a new storyline!!!

[rwbyremnants]

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

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

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

=Chapter BONUS

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Huh? Oh, um, shoot. I’m all ears!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What… do you mean?”

“Are we… going out?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ooh, kinky, milady!”

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

“Better, Your Majesty?”

“Haah… hi… highness.”

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Huh?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

But it was fantastic.

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

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

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

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

“YES! NNHHH!”

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

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

“Fuck me.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Ready? And just what does that meeeAAAH!”

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

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

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

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

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

"Nnnhhh… well… okay, touché!"

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

"Okay, I'm going in!"

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

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

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

"I am if you are."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?"

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

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

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

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

“So… we, um… we did that.”

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

“Weiss?”

“Yes?”

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

“Thanks for making this so magical.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Guess that’s true. Um… about that…”

“Yeah?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Me, either.” A brief pause. “Well…”

“Well?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh yeah? You touched them?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, go for it.” 

“Huh? I mean, really?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ohhhh… holy fucking shit, Blake."

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

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

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

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

"What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    DEFINITELY Not The End

[bubbleslimesoda]

Sharing My Story

Trigger Warning for mentions of: Eating disorders, abuse, emotional blackmail, self harm, threats of  suicide, sexual assault, physical assault, racism, homophobia/bigotry ideals and manipulation

^Please only read if you have read the warning!^

I’ve been wanting to talk about this for some times as it has been so many years and yet I still get PTSD from this.

When I was 15-16 I was in a relationship with someone I’ll just call ‘that guy’/‘guy’ (I don’t even want to give him a creative name). I will also specify that he is the same age as me although when I started dating him I was told by a doctor that my mental age was apparently “half my actual age”.

Now I can’t even remember how this relationship started because to me it felt like “Oh we’ve been hanging out for a long time, I guess we’re going out now” also just to make it clear I had only been in one other relationship before this one and I’d felt the same way, I currently identify as grey aro/ace although I still question myself on it.

And a small detail about before this relationship, I had actually witnessed ‘that guy’ grab a half full bottle of water and hold a student while repeatedly hitting them really really hard with it, idk why at the time I didn’t see this as a red flag but then again I was about 14-15.

In this relationship at first I was told to be quiet about it unless I’d expressed how it made me feel sad as I was to feel like ‘that guy’ was ashamed of me for some reason.

I don’t want to go into full detail of every single thing that happened as it was very traumatic so the less I think about it the better. I’m going to make a list of things that happened instead.

• Kicked me in the head

• Hit me on my lower back

• Pulled my arm so hard my shoulder was in pain for a few weeks

• Bullied my ex and tried to convince me that my ex assaulted me

• Told me that I was “practically a boy” because I was bi (I wasn’t at the time) and that he was a girl because he was bi (Just pointing out how he seems to associate someone’s sexually with their gender identity)

• Would start an argument if I show little discomfort/felt upset by something he did or said

• Said he would kill my favourite tv show characters if he got the chance (I’m autistic and I think you can see why telling an autistic teen this is pretty fucked up)

• Made fun of and got angry at me for my autistic traits such as not liking loud sounds, bright lights and repetitive sounds and motion

• Referred to my eating disorder, ARFID as “being a picky eater” and when I expressed it upset me he showed no remorse and said he was “just joking”

• Putting words in my mouth. For example if he asked “Why would someone suddenly be acting different?” And I would reply “Idk. A big change in their life, loss of someone close, drugs, alcohol, into something new, money?” He would turn around say I was accusing him of doing drugs (I really don’t know how he would make those stretches)

• Manipulated me into acting in a way that was more sexual than what I was comfortable with

• Would then tell me off for said behaviour but then would make remarks or show disinterest in me when I stopped

• Touched me without permission or while I was asleep even though I had expressed discomfort or even said no (I would wake up from it or have noticeable signs of it when I woke up)

• Made jokes about Asian people’s eyes

• Isolated me from friends and made it so I could only be friends with his friends

• Threats of self harm and taking his own life when he wouldn’t get his way

I know that was long and thank you if you’ve read this far. This is very hard for me to write as I keep needing to take breaks to calm myself down.

When I was 15-16 I was very into Rick and Morty and I suggested it to ‘that guy’ since I genuinely thought he would like it. He said we’d watched it before but I pointed out that he was never paying attention to which he just seemed to flip out about. I told him it wasn’t going to work to which he threatened self harm and worse so I agreed to stay with him. The next day he then “broke up with me” as far as I was concerned it had already ended when I said it wasn’t going to work but we still tried to be friends.

After that I had so many nice and kind people come back into my life which I was a very emotional thing for me because it felt like I was asleep or cut off from reality before hand. It seemed that the rest of the school knew about ‘guy’s’ behaviour as no one wanted to talk to him or be friends with him after everything, we could just stand in this corner staring at me and my friends while texting as we spent our breaks talking and such.

A few days after it happened I was sat with my friends and suddenly got a call from my mum saying that ‘guy’s’ parents had called her saying that I had been bullying him to which I had to point out that no, I wasn’t bullying him. I was just sitting with my friends and talking while ‘that guy’ was staring at us in a corner.

After that I did my exams and went to college only to find out that ‘guy’ had copied me on what course I was taking, I had actual helped him get into a different course to me but he still decided to take the course I was taking.

Now I did try to be civil, I didn’t acknowledge him or talk about him/to him until he asked if we could be friends(I was 16 at the time btw, I’m the UK you go to college at about 16 and then uni after about 3 years). I foolishly said yes.

One day my friend who I’d met in that course who had ME was going to be late and was worried about being seated near someone who kept messaging them about drinking and made them uncomfortable. I had a different class before our one so I asked ‘that guy’ if he could save them a seat and he said no which I was fine with but then he went on to say that I was “bullying him by asking him to save them a seat” and after I told him that’s not how it worked he said “I wouldn’t let him be bi while we were dating”, I was actually very supportive and happy for him during that time. I told him repeatedly to leave me alone and blocked him.

Now for this last bit I’m going to go back about it. Before we started dating he was dating another girl who had left our school due to depression and I was actually close with her and I was very sad and worried when she left. Idk how they broke up but the girl was at my college and I was so relieved and happy that she was okay I went to say hello to her. She screamed at me and I went home that day because someone had told me that ‘guy’ had “told everyone I abused him”(I also found out that she started dating ‘guy’), this was so overwhelming and upsetting that it is actually what started my PTSD.

Despite what I had managed to survive, doing the right thing by not talking to him or about him (apart from to two close friends at the time) and worrying about someone for years who I had no contact with I was now being accused of this horrible horrible thing that I had to live through. I even struggled to stand properly that day because of how scared, breathless and distraught I felt. I had even become terrified of saying his name because that’s how much hearing or saying it would fill me with fear.

They were reported and felt with for what had happened but for the rest of the year ‘guy’ and his girlfriend harassed and bullied me and they even harassed my mother at certain points. It was the worst first year of college I think anyone could’ve had and I would never wish it on anyone.

After that I went into the next year being in a different group to him(it’s also where I met my current best friend)and then the following year the groups merged but it seemed he didn’t have any friends again and I had actually made friends with some of the people he told I was abusive. One even said while I was helping them at their house “I’m sorry that I believed him, you’re actually really sweet and nice” which felt amazing to hear after all that trauma.

Today I still suffer with really bad PTSD attacks related to what happened before and during that first year of college. I guess I get paranoid that maybe the same thing will happen again somehow in the future so making this post is my way of venting about this, and bringing awareness to it as I know I’m not the only one who has been abused only to have that person tell you “it’s your fault” or “you’re actually the abusive one” despite having had to deal with similar or even the same thing as me. And people like ‘that guy’ will always be around trying to snake their way back into your life just to hurt you or make themselves a victim just so they don’t have to feel bad about what they did to you.

To finish this off I want to sort of say what I would to my younger self, dealing with what happened.

I’m sorry I wasn’t able to protect you and I’m sorry that you suffered. From the bottom of my heart and everything I am, I am sorry. You deserve better than what happened to you and don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise. I know you put yourself down a lot but you are going to make some amazing things and meet amazing people who love you and care for you. Don’t let this hold you back, you are more than this horrible thing that happened to you so don’t let it consume you. You are loved and capable of so much. Don’t ever stop being your happy silly and imaginative self, I love that side of you and I will not stop loving you. Please take care of yourself.

[rosethornewrites]

Just saw something about how some generations can now say “this friend I’ve had on the internet for 20+ years” in terms of Internet 1.0.

I remember my parents being paranoid about who I was talking to on the internet, something I started doing around 1995-6 at school and a bit later at home, and it was like, dude…

First of all, anyone who starts in with a/s/l isn’t someone I talk to. If later in the conversation, yeah, maybe.

But here’s the second bit: if they start talking anything sexual, I’m blocking them because I’m so disinterested and also kind of starting to wonder what that disinterest means (het -> bi -> lesbian -> demi? -> asexual -> Sapphic asexual -> what is gender? pipeline here). I’ve got better things to do than talk to some weirdo on the internet.

Third? Those things involve fanfiction in the early days of anime translation in the US before FFN existed, something so incredibly niche that no predator is going to get far enough to get me, because they will get bored af.

Basically, I was only in danger if I went looking for it, and I had no interest whatsoever.

So I have friends from the late 90s I keep up with, back from the days of personal message boards for web users and this one Yu Yu Hakusho fic repository I was active on that died when Geocities did but had amazing fanworks that likely only exist in the Archive or possibly on some old floppy discs I need to get old files from.

It really fascinates me, the differences between old internet and new, on a variety of levels.

One is the obvious, kind of the purity culture shit, sanitizing the internet “for the children” that happens now.

But also there’s an entire generation that will have had online friends nearly their entire lives because the internet has been accessible-ish their entire lives.

I was 14 when I was first introduced to the internet. At school only. We had a PC (rare back then) but it wasn’t internet-compatible, and it ran on MS-DOS and had Windows 3.1 as a loadable program, and Word Perfect as an entirely different loadable program.

I fell into fandom at about 16, and am still friends with several. I’m 40 now, and I’ve just kept gathering them. I don’t even know where I picked some of them up. Memory fails me.

Weirdly, some folks think it’s weird or even “cringe” that I still exist in fandom and have all these friends from forever ago, and I kind of want to ask them when they’ll leave it all behind and become some sort of adult with no hobbies because the capitalist machine demands no fun only work.

Even when I worked, I didn’t leave it behind. And I don’t have to or want to. Even when I wasn’t active in the fandom aspect of my internet existence, I was still online attending to other special interests, specifically engaging about political and social issues, and also being an activist.

I still do some of that, too, but I leaned too far into it, as in anything not productive in some way (helping organize, engaging intellectually, reading focused on achieving my reading goal for the year), I didn’t do.

Yeah, I tried to be an adult and leave my “childish” stuff behind entirely. And you know what? It sucked.

It was like the joy in anything was sucked out because it had to have a purpose. I had to focus on what adults were supposed to focus on (according to… society? corporations?) to the exclusion of all else.

And it messed me up in other ways.

So I’ve been trying to balance more, but the world’s on fire, I’ve become temporarily (?) disabled, and I’m trying to keep from sliding into a depression.

Don’t lock away or discard your childish things. It isn’t worth the price to your mental health. Literally no one worth your time is going to give a fuck if you have anime wallscrolls on your walls because you enjoy them.

But I’m so glad to have the internet friends I do, the ones I’ve gathered and still kept in touch with, or who grew apart and came back, or who will come back in the future. It just really hit me how much of my life they’ve been in.

Like, they know this whole other world and how we’ve grown with it, in a way my IRL friends never will. And vice versa. And I wouldn’t trade one for the other, ever.

High rambling. If you got this far, sorry.

[stellaluna33]

Ya know what’s funny, is that we’ve basically gotten to see Jess and Rory in almost every stage of their lives (through fanfic in regards to younger them specifically) but something I never noticed is that I’ve never read or heard about their pre-teen years like 12-14 and now I can’t stop thinking about it. Like in some alternate universe out there where they met where they were younger, what was pre-teen them like together?? Separately?? I’m too curious now. 😭😂

Hmmm! I think a lot might depend on whether they'd met when they were younger or not. What I remember from my own childhood (and observing other kids) is that younger kids are more open-minded and willing to make friends with just about anybody, but I definitely went through a period (roughly from age 10 to about 14) where it felt like people were more insular and I didn't want to associate with boys because they were "annoying" (to be fair, they totally were at that age. 😂). I don't know how common that is, but my mom (a psychologist) says it's a pretty common stage of "child development" or whatever, so apparently it's common enough for that... And then in highschool I became more open to making friends with a wider variety of people again.

So... I guess what I'm saying is that I could see Rory and Lane (because they're inseparable!) being friends with Jess at that age if they'd already been friends for a while, but if Jess was only just moving to Stars Hollow? I could totally see them maybe having a bit of a vague crush on each other from a distance, but they'd probably never talk to each other and attempt to seem disinterested and aloof if they ever had to interact at school (but secretly find each other fascinating and/or terrifying). 😂 I have a definite headcanon that Jess went through a "skater boy" phase around this time, so I can picture him doing skateboard tricks to "show off," but then be completely incapable of stringing two words together if Rory ever tries to speak to him and just stares awkwardly, haha. She probably thinks he doesn't like her. 😂 He would definitely punch Chuck Presby in the nose if he made fun of Rory, though! Let's see... I read a fic once (I forget which one!) where Jess and Dave Rygalski were on the same Little League team and became best friends while sitting on the bench together because neither of them have any athletic ability. 😂. Isn't that ADORABLE?! I immediately adopted it as my official headcanon (for a universe in which Jess moved to SH as a kid), so Jess and Dave are definitely best friends. They're probably JUST starting to really get into music at this point, and it's a mutual obsession. But they also both used to listen to a lot of Weird Al and They Might Be Giants when they were younger, because they're NERDS!

Rory and Lane are an inseparable unit at this point. They don't need anyone but each other. 😌. They are ALSO just starting to really get into music now (aided and abetted by Lorelai, of course), but that doesn’t mean they talk to Jess about it, or are even aware that it’s something they have in common, because he’s a stupid BOY and they don’t talk to him. (And also they don’t talk to anyone but each other...) They turn up their noses at his stupid skateboard tricks and clownery, because they are much too dignified and mature to pay attention to such antics.  As if!  (Rory was the only person in their 5th grade class who knew that Clueless was an Emma adaptation, and she rants indignantly to Lane about it.) Ok, maybe he’s a little cute, but we don’t talk about that (except maybe as a slumber party confession, hyped up on too much sugar and too little sleep. There is much giggling.), and this is all the more reason why we must give every indication that he is Beneath Us.

ETA. Because I forgot about school! Rory is Not Amused by Jess's class disruptions and lack of participation. She thinks it's annoying, and is also confused and frustrated by it, because she sees him reading all the time! But whatever. She just glares at him sternly from time to time, and studiously ignores him the rest of the time. Jess just stares at her shiny hair over the top of his book from the back of the class and hopes no one notices.

[archer12xx]

Perfect Pair

Tobias x Fem Reader

-frienemies au/high school friends au

-Not proofread

-Inspired by the song Maybe This Time by Michael Martin Murphey

-Word Count: 2730

Synopsis: You and Tobias meet again after 4 years at a common friend's wedding. Ever since you first met you've always been at each other's throats, if not ignoring one another. But there are hidden meaning in every words and hidden feelings behind every action, you'll soon find out.

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The best man began his speech while you sat comfortably on your chair. He started off with an anecdote of how he and the groom met and he lost your interest from then on. Your gaze settled on the bride, your friend, and her groom looking like the happiest people alive. It wasn’t really them you were looking at, but the intangible feeling they fill the surrounding air. Love, is what people call it. You, on the other hand, call it The Jackpot. Because you believe it’s something that only the luckiest ones can get in the Russian Roulette of Fate. Especially since you have a losing streak when it comes to dating. Although, after the third guy, you just decided not to bother. When people ask you why you don’t date anymore, the line “I’m waiting for the right one” is your go-to answer. It was the easiest way out of that conversation, after all. And you just had to bear the people’s notion of you being a hopeless romantic. You can live with that. For as long as they don’t nag you in going to a blind date or something, just to be in a relationship again. It sometimes weird you out how people insist on other people to date when they start dating, or worse they themselves aren’t even dating.

The applause from the crowd popped your thought bubble and you saw the best man walking back to his seat. You were so lost in your own head that you didn’t notice the speech ended and that a man is now sitting on the chair across from you.

Leaning back, his right arm is on top of the empty chair beside him, while his other hand resting on his lap, looking annoyingly cool. But you will never admit to that. It’s probably just the celebrity air oozing out of him. His orange hair’s pushed back, though a bunch of stubborn strands falls on his forehead. His fox-like blue eyes that peeks from behind his sunglasses met yours. And the amused smile on his face made you raise one brow slightly. You unconsciously sat up straight. “Hey, Tobias. I didn’t see you there.” You said emotionlessly, sighing, and not even trying to hide your disinterest.

You and Tobias have been frienemies since you were 14. Ever since then you never really liked one another. Every time both of you are in the same room, it’s either you ignore one another or bicker to no end. It was the classic cat-dog relationship. You even had that high school experience where your classmates insisted that you two like each other, which made you roll your eyes most of the time.

“How can ya? When you’re too busy gawking at the bride and groom. Don’t tell me you have the hots for Scotty?!” he dramatically gasps putting his hand over his mouth. You scoffed at his assumption but then you realized something which made you smirk. You leaned in on the table, your right elbow lands on a vacant space and you rest your chin on your closed fist. “Knowing that means you, yourself, are gawking at me,” you proudly said, teasing him out of spite. It’s his turn to scoff and mimicked your actions. “So… what if I am?” he smirked. You clenched your teeth in annoyance. “What do you want?” you asked, slumping back on the chair with your arms crossed looking to the side. “I was bored then I spotted you here, all sad and lonely. So I thought maybe I could entertain you!” he said and laughed. “Or much better, you could entertain me.” You looked at him, annoyance never left your face, and you caught him wriggling his eyebrows, pleased with himself. You groaned, stood up, and then walked away.

That’s it. The day’s ruined. You can’t stand his presence. Not one bit. You wonder why that is but you’ve forgotten. Or maybe you never even knew the reason of your deep-seated, hate is such a strong word, but you need something stronger so… loathing. “Hey wait!” he chased after you. He’s not done ruining your mood. “Come on. We haven’t caught up. It’s been, what, 4 years? Tell me, how was your life without me in it?” You stopped in your tracks and faced him. You wanted to wipe that boastful grin on his face with a right hook but you held back. You smiled at him ever so sweetly, note the sarcasm, before you responded. “It’s blissful, thank you very much!” you said and turned your back at him once again. “Impossible! I bet you cried yourself to sleep for the first few months,” he said and tried to catch up with you.

Your aimless walking brought you to a gazebo in the middle of a garden. It was beautiful there only that you couldn’t appreciate it because of a certain man. Tobias was still behind you like a foxtail, surprisingly quiet. You sat on the two-step stairs on the entrance of the gazebo and without asking for permission, he sat beside you. You scooted as far away from him as possible. He chuckled. “That’s right, save me from yourself. Your uncoolness might rub off on me,” he said proudly. “Uncoolness?? Is that even a real word? Is that the best that you can do?” You rolled your eyes but he ignored your attempt to burn him. You both fell silent. You rest your head on the column, side-eyeing Tobias. He’s looking in front, lost in thought. This gave you a moment to study his face.

When you were in high school, you remembered Tobias being quiet and kind of shy. Sure, he’s popular with girls but he never really paid attention to them. There’s also that… rumor with the student council president but you never really asked him about it. Now you kinda wished you did. As your curiosity grows, Tobias broke the silence with a question, not once nor ever, did you expect him to ask.

“Why do you hate me?” he glanced at you. You knew from his serious face that he’s not joking around. But it didn’t stop you from knitting your brows in suspicion. What’s his deal? You asked yourself before pondering over the question. You were just thinking about this earlier. And just like then, you still don’t have an answer to it. A bit of panic arouse in you. You glanced back at him, with furrowed brows. “Why do you wanna know?” You smirked internally, proud of yourself for avoiding the question by answering it with another one. You want to pat yourself in the back, good going self!

Tobias sighed. “Forget it. I guess you don’t know how to have a normal conversation, with me at least,” he said and stood up. What was that? For a second, he looked... hurt. Your reflexes kicked in and you grabbed a fabric of his pants, stopping him. You caught yourself doing the unthinkable and retracted your hand. “I… I don’t know, okay?!” you admitted. He took a good look at you before deciding to sit back down. “What do you want me to do? Worship you? When all you did was annoy me and tease me like there’s no tomorrow?” you said matter-of-factly. He chuckled. “Why didn’t you? Worship me, I mean. It could’ve had a different result,” he said and you rolled your eyes. “You’re too full of yourself,” you mumbled. Tobias’s hand on the floor twitched as if he wanted to do something with it while looking at your hair, but he didn’t do it. He cleared his throat and looked away. You let out a sigh. A memory from the past, that you buried deep and swore to never remember, resurfaced.

You never really hated him, or not always at least. There was a time when you… actually liked him, as in like him like him. But given the nature of your relationship, you never had the guts to tell him nor even with enough courage will you tell him this. You could already see the endless bragging and teasing just by imagining telling him.

A poke on your cheek cut your journey to memory lane short. “What are you so lost in thought about? Thinking about Scotty?” he said as his index finger stayed on your cheek. You brushed it off. “I don’t like Scott! Why do you keep on insisting this?! If I didn’t know any better I’d think you’re projecting,” you said and laughed. “What? You think I like him?” he asked, in theatrical disbelief. “He’s not even close on what my type is. Ew,” he said and you laughed. For some reason, Tobias stopped and stared at you. He’s got that look that you don’t recognize but it didn’t last long. It was replaced by a smirk. “Having fun?” He leaned back, his both hands supporting him, crossing his long legs in the process. “You know you look much better when you smile or laugh. Makes me wanna reconsider my attitude towards you.” And he’s at it again. You ignored him which made him turn his head to you. “Are you speechless? It’s alright! Take the compliment. You never know when the next one will come around,” he smirked. You thought of strangling him just to shut him up but again, you’re too nice to put that plan into action (not too nice to not think about it, though). “God, when are you going to stop? Aren’t you tired? This is getting old, Tobias,” you said exasperatedly. He turned to you and drew closer, his face a few inches away.

“Make me,” he said.

On gritted teeth and utter annoyance (and a moment of insanity), you grab a hold of his tie and kissed him. You feel his body stiffened by the sudden attack but being himself, he recovered fast. Snaking his arm on your waist, he pulled you in close. Bad idea. You tried pulling away but too late. You’re trapped between the column and his body, with his arm still holding onto your waist. He started moving, inclining his neck to the side. You saw his eyes were closed which made you shut yours, too. You tried so hard not to succumb to it but the way he kisses you, made you forget of everything. You forgot that you wanted to pull away. You forgot about the nature of your relationship. You forgot that only seconds ago, you were annoyed by him and wanted to strangle him. And you remembered what you felt back in high school… Back when his blue eyes looked prettier than the sea and the color of his hair reminded you of sunset not making you wanna rip your eyes out. Your heart goes crazy, mind going hazy. You were brought back from before when things fell apart… before you saw him and the student council president inside the student council office… Your heart ached. Oh how fast emotions fleet. You pulled away from him, struggled to do so, and broke the kiss. Your mind’s clouded, couldn’t think of anything to say. You felt Tobias’s huge hand cupping your face. “I am tired. Tired of pretending to enjoy annoying you just so I can hide my heart from you,” he confessed in between panting. Your eyes searched his. The setting sun brought a mesmerizing glow in them and you feel yourself falling for them once again. “What?” he said with a soft chuckle. “Um, I just don’t understand what’s happening here, to me, and what this means for the both of us?” you said, feeling of uncertainty growing inside you. “Everything happened so fast…” your voice trailed off. “Hmm…” he hummed, thinking. He let you go and went back to his original place, but a bit closer to you now. “Let me tell you a story then,” he leaned back on his hands again. You remained quiet as you listened to him.

Tobias told you the story of how he first met you, the real one. The one you never knew occurred back then. It was in middle school gym. “I knew you didn’t choose to partner up with me back then. You had no choice. We were stuck with each other, but the way you smiled at me made me feel like you wanted to,” he chuckled masking the nostalgia and the melancholy he felt. “That was the first time I felt like… I’m not alone, ya know? Like really not alone,” he said and you nodded. He’s always been surrounded by people. In high school, by girls who wanted to take him to the prom, and now, girls who wanted to score a date with The Prince of Vegas, but he never really felt the way he felt and feels when he’s with you.

You both watched the sun retire for the day. Things started to make sense. And as they do, they start to change too. One more confession sealed the deal. “What will you do if I tell you that I, too, had some sort of a crush on you? Like a teensy tiny bit,” you said, putting emphasis on the teensy tiny bit. Didn’t you just say you won’t ever tell him? Things really did change. He looked at you, leaning a little. “Really? How about now?” he asked. “Because I still feel the same as I did 11 years ago,” he said and shook his head slightly as he continued. “Nothing changed. Not even a little bit. If anything, those feelings only grew over time.” Then he looked away, fixing his eyes on the now darkening sky. You followed suit. That line is such a cliché in romantic films but you know Tobias never watch those, which made him using one seems... kinda sweet. You smiled. “I’d be lying if I tell you that I spent a day without thinking about you,” you said. Side-eyeing him, your smile grew wider when you caught him already looking. He let out a long sigh like he’s been holding his breath his whole life. “At last!” he exclaimed. You smiled at him as he take your hand and kissed the back of it, not letting it go after. “I’ve waited more than a decade for this, so it’s only fair if you’re my girlfriend now, right?” You laughed as you nod. He shouted YES with a fist pump which made you laugh even harder. He then pulled you into a hug. You happily wrapped your arms around him.

“At last!” you both jumped and pulled away as you looked around searching for the owner of the voice. And on the entrance of the garden, the bride stood watching you. “I’ve been looking all over for you guys. But that’s not why I said ‘at last’,” she smiled teasingly at the two of you. One of the many living witnesses of your cat-dog relationship. “I’m so happy for you, guys! Oh my god! I knew you’re the perfect pair! I’m the one who just got married, right? But…” she squealed and wrapped the both of you into a hug. She then dragged you back at the reception.

Soon, it’s time for the dance. You and Tobias sat beside each other, holding hands, as you watched the newlyweds dance in the middle of dance floor with some of the other guests. Another song ended, followed by a familiar one. You turned to look at Tobias and he’s already smirking at you, offering his hand for a dance. You smile widely and took it without hesitation. Once you reached the dance floor, Tobias put his hands on the small of your back and you snaked your arms around his neck. You giggled, surprised at how smooth his moves are and at how good he is at this. You smiled as you hear the words of the song. “This song should be Surely This Time, because I know for sure, this time love won’t end,” Tobias joked, whispering to your ear. You chuckled, wrapping your arms around him tighter, and ignoring the sensation brought by his warm breath on your skin.

You swayed cheek to cheek, without a care in the world. If someone sees you, they’d think the occasion was meant for the two of you. The song ended and you danced more till it’s time to go.

-end.

***

Songs inspire me a lot these days. I had fun writing, the word count went up to 2k7 which makes this the longest fic I wrote now. 😅 I hope you enjoyed reading! 🧡😎

[holyguardian]

𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐑

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NAME: Muddy.

PRONOUNS: She/her.

NAME OF MUSE(S): Aerith, Genesis (firxga), Ariadne (rebelichor), Rika (rikavirkow), Jason/Miller/Millie (returnedtoashes), plus many more through worldbuilding.

RP EXPERIENCE/HOW LONG: I have arguably been roleplaying since childhood where tabletop games are concerned, but keeping the answer strictly bound to the computer and internet, I have been writing since I was 14.

PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: … nnnh. MSN messenger, teen chat, IMVU forums, AIM, Skype, Tumblr, Line and Discord.

BEST EXPERIENCE: Fingerguns with both hands to Skit and Vers. I never expected to find friendships in this hobby, let alone ones that would flourish and mean so much? Which is perhaps a weird thing, but I am an incredibly quiet and private kind of person, so letting others into my life isn’t something I do easily or often. I have a very small group. And I will forever be grateful that Tumblr of all places could help me discover these friend shaped people.

RP PET PEEVES/DEALBREAKERS: I once had a roleplay partner who constantly forgot the same things about my OC, and it wasn’t small things I’m talking obvious basics like hair colour after already being corrected, so that level of disrespect and blatant disinterest is a huge turn-off. Problematic behaviours OOC are another ‘no thanks’, I can forgive a character for being difficult to write with but the person behind them has to be decent.

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT?: ... depends on the mood. I can and have written all, though if I’m honest most of the time I lean into fluff. I don’t know why that gets such a bad reputation though. It feels like an accomplishment to see my characters grow into a healthy and stable life alongside others, angst still has its time but if I write CONSTANTLY in a place of hurt it feels forced. As for writing not safe for work, hi, hello, I will imply the lifestyle my blorbos have and discuss what the bedroom is like (Aerith is the actual worst offender), but I’m not going to constantly thread it because writing ONLY bedroom scenes isn’t me. If I could add my own category it’s ‘adventure’ which I very much love.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: Yes. I think I’m best in some kind of middle ground, 4 paragraphs is a general sweet place for me.

TIME TO WRITE: 😭🙏 me praying to my brain for the permission slip to write.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): Not even a little. That is, I have no interest in roleplaying ‘me’. The characters I choose have qualities that I don’t, which is... pretty standard for most writers on this platform. This is a place for fantasy, not a real life simulator.

Tagged by: Stole it.

Tagging: Be crimes, do gay, steal.

[imagineslashers]

HELLO HELLO

i love you?? and your writing???? so much??? youre so talented 💞

but uhhh i was just wondering if i could have platonic headcanons for Michael Myers, Chucky + Tiffany, and Beetlejuice?? like uh,,, maybe they just claim this frickinnn KID NSNSJ, or reluctantly becoming a parental/maternal figure towards a teenager (like 14-16 years old)

why they dont kill them or kick them to the curb is beyond me

sorry if this is a weird request??NSNS everything has gone to shit and it happened right when i got back into slashers so my emotional attachment issues made me latch onto the man, the myth, michael myers GABDNAJA its cringe, i know BUT UHHH YEAH THANK YOU FEEL FREE TO IGNORW THIS MWAH

HI HI

thank you, that makes me so happy as an anxious, self-critical writer; you’re so sweet and it made my day to read that!!!

haha i love your request, i adore cool platonic ideas! i hope you’re doing okay, i absolutely feel the same at times, but know you’ve got me as your friend if you need anything! judgement free zone! anyhow, onto the fic below!

Platonic Slashers Begrudgingly (or not) Take in a Teen

(warnings for mentions of violence, blood, abuse, swearing, etc.!)

Michael Myers

He’s not very happy.

You’re an anomaly, a stranger, a potential victim.

But then why do you make his cold heart clench when you cry?

He is literally straddling a victim in a dark alleyway with his knife in hand and suddenly he sees you in the corner of his eye, frozen to the spot, rocking on the heels of your feet.

Michael whips his head around now that his victim is long-dead and turns his attention to you, the witness. You don’t run, staring at him with narrowed eyes.

“That guy was an asshole.” The words stun him, and that’s not easy to do. Your calm, disinterested demeanour causes him to hesitate, gripping the handle of his knife. Blood drips from his mask where the victim clawed at his face, smearing the white with bright crimson.

Michael starts towards you again, assessing you, head tilted. You’re young, but not a child. Somewhere in between, and you still aren’t running. It almost irritates him.

“I’m not endorsing killing or anything, and maybe you’re going to do me in next, but that guy had it coming.” You continue quietly. Michael keeps approaching, his movements barely making noise despite his huge frame towering over yours. “Foster dad. Drank a lot.”

Michael curses under his breath because you make him hesitate again, as he feels a pang of - what? Curiosity? Sympathy? Nonsense.

A siren wails nearby and Michael stops, inches from you, close enough that you can feel the heat of his sigh as he turns away and heads off.

- from then on, you have several more encounters and ask many annoying questions, but Michael treats you more like a street cat than anything else, ignoring you other than the occasional grunt or nod

- he finds he actually might kinda like having someone want to spend time with him, even if he’s literally crushing someone in his hands, you’re hanging out at a respectable distance waiting for him

- Michael does some healthy stalking and learns that you’re now living from house to house with friends or on the street, unwilling to return to the foster system, and he doesn’t like that

- eventually, he softens just enough that when you’re going to head off one night, he grabs your wrist and all but drags you to his home

- from then on, you’re his

- he teaches you everything he knows, you’re like his little apprentice, or his shadow

- Michael is super protective, he won’t show how much he has begun to care about you but the second you’re upset by someone, they disappear mysteriously

- matching costumes for Halloween??? i stan

- he sometimes treats you a bit more like a puppy, other times he is eager to show you the tricks of the trade to using a knife and being stealthy, or he will want to be left alone, it depends on his mood

- either way, you’re his kid now, and everyone knows not to mess with you

Chucky & Tiffany (pre-doll & post)

Chucky and Tiffany are in completely different mindsets when they find you.

You’re sat hunched in a booth alone in a diner they’re both eating at, Tiffany continually glancing your way. Chucky doesn’t notice until she kicks him under the table.

He curses and hits his hand on the table, shaking the glasses. Before he can lose his temper even further, Tiffany is jerking her head not-so-subtly to one side to tell him to turn around.

He does, and he sees you in a hoodie nursing a glass of flat soda. Chucky scoffs, resuming his meal by shovelling fries into his mouth. “And?” He drawls around the mouthful, making Tiffany scowl.

“They’re all alone! No food, poor babe, they’ve been sat there since we arrived! Lost little lamb.” She croons, her elbows on the table and head rested in her hands as she watches you over her lover’s shoulder. Chucky sours, jealous at the loss of attention.

A scuffle distracts them both and they shift their attention to the masked man who just walked in. He’s brandishing a knife in one shaky hand, jerking, whipping his knife around and demanding money.

Chucky rolls his eyes, unflinching. “Amateur.” He laughs. Tiffany shoots him a look, reaching for the cutlery knife on the table, just in case.

When the stranger, however, confronts you, it’s a different matter. Tiffany goes rigid when the man grabs your collar, shaking you and demanding cash. She stands up at once, heels squeaking on the linoleum floor.

Chucky, for all his bravado and pretending to ignore you, can’t help the sudden spike in protectiveness. Tiffany’s influence, no doubt.

Just as Tiffany has crossed half the distance to you, you surprise her. Your knee shoots out between the man’s legs and hits him square in the groin, followed by a right hook that sends him collapsing to the floor in a wheezing pile.

Nobody moves, except you. You pick up your bag and sigh, stepping over the man. Before you can leave, Tiffany places a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Hey kiddo, wait a minute okay? You ain’t got no place to stay, huh?” Her voice is honeyed and like that of a mother hen soothing her young.

You nod in agreement, head low. Tiffany makes a noise of distress, pulling this sweet, spunky, surprising teen to her chest and holds you there.

Chucky appears and kicks the man in the chest for good measure, then looks at the two of you together. After a moment of Tiffany’s puppy eyes and your steely gaze, he cracks. “Fine! Get in the truck.”

- you’re their absolute prize

- after a few shorts weeks and demonstrating how much you know about life on the street, you impress Chucky enough that he allows you to stay

- Tiffany was won over from the beginning but she’s thrilled that he allows it

- you’re not going anywhere without one of them, they are so protective it’s crazy, and they will always make sure if you have to go somewhere alone that you’re prepared

- “Got your knife?” “What about the mace?” “Tell me again what you’re meant to do if a stranger approaches!”

- of course, they teach you their way of life too, and soon you’re a highly chaotic, perfectly functional family!

- post-doll, they rely on you a fair bit more for doing things they can’t do, and you’re good at pretending they’re just dolls so you can sneak them into places

- either way, doll or not, you guys are a surprisingly powerful trio!

Beetlejuice

Okay, this was never going to be an issue for him.

Beetlejuice finds you in one of the decrepit houses he enjoys frequenting to scare the goth kids who hang out there.

You’re all alone, reading a book with a school bag by your feet, sat on the dilapidated porch. He wants to scare you so bad, creeping up behind you, his combat boots falling soundlessly with careful steps. He’s so close to you when he notices you’re sniffling.

Not only that, but there are wet droplets on the book pages he can see from over your shoulder, drops from where you’ve been crying.

Beetlejuice isn’t particularly mushy, especially not for strangers, but something about you makes him pause. Maybe it’s because you remind him of himself when he was alive, and young, and lonely.

Instead of spooking you, he sits down heavily next to you and causes several of the wooden boards to groan in protest. You jump, moving away from him until you see the very-much-dead face smiling back at you.

“So, uh, what’s up kid? You drop your candy or something? Boy troubles? Girl troubles? Both?” He’s leaning forward like a schoolgirl awaiting gossip, eyes eager and curious. You can’t help but feel pulled into his attentiveness.

Wiping your eyes, you drop your gaze to your book, shaking your head. “Nothing, just some issues at home. This is the only place I can get some peace and quiet.”

BJ huffs, knocking the book from your hands so you’re forced to look at him. “Listen to me, sport, you’re just radiating mischief potential, and you’re wasting your creative little mind sat here crying over some losers who don’t deserve you anyhow!”

His pep talk takes you by surprise, and he uses the moment to haul you to your feet, a snake falling from his sleeve as he does so. He seems unperturbed by this, his eyes still locked excitedly to yours.

“I need a partner in crime, things been real stale lately, ya know? Need a fresh perspective!” He holds both of your hands in his, the cool skin soothing yours, a firm grip keeping you grounded and out of your own head.

“So, whaddya say? You come scare the shit out of some folks who deserve it, and I keep the assholes off your back - it’s a win-win!”

- you’re the most terrifying and perfectly suited pairing ever

- he has so many ideas and gets so excited, but you’re the one who keeps him calm, picking the best idea, astounding him with your own suggestions

- he takes you all over the place, but of course returns you back so you can continue with your schooling

- dessert nights and late night snacking are his favourite, especially when talking shit at the same time or watching some terrible television dramas

- BJ gets a tiny whiff of someone upsetting you and he’s there, haunting them for a solid week until they tremble at the sight of you

- unlike the others, he won’t reveal his terrifying, nightmare-inducing looks in front of you because he doesn’t want you to see him that way

- he loves you so much, he gets a whole bunch of stuff for your birthdays and Halloween with him is so wild because he can walk among the living without anyone looking twice at him

- well, at least your life will never be boring again!

[rcksmith]

Mine — Kaz Brekker

(photo not mine)

Requests: “9 from the fluff prompts with Kaz brekker please? It could be where they're keeping it a secret and it slips out? Thanks”

“Could you possibly do a kaz brekker and reader imagine where they are both like in their mid twenties. Number 9 from the fluff prompts “So you're saying that girl is your girlfriend?" "No, that girl is my wife”, I could just imagine him with the smuggest grin saying it. Your a very good writer and thank you if you decide to write this.”

“Could I get a kaz brekker x reader secret relationship with fluff prompts 5, 7, 12, and 14 please?”

Fluff prompts:

5. ”Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.”

7. “I feel like i cant breathe when i’m around you.”

9. “So you're saying that girl is your girlfriend?!" "No, that girl is my wife!”

12. “I’m not jealous! Its just...you’re mine!”

14. “I don’t like to pretend we’re not together.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, mention of fights, mention of post-traumatic stress, fluff too.

Word count: 2k.

A/N: Thank you💖 I hope you guys like. I changed some details a little, hope you don't mind

Normal Rules. Smut Rules.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you❤️

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Fissure. That's what mercenaries, thieves, assassins and his enemies were looking for. A fissure to drive Kaz Brekker to ruin. Burn his empire, wood for wood, until there is nothing left but funeral ashes swept away by the winter wind. Even the most infinitesimal fissure would ensure that his enemies infiltrate, like hungry parasites, into the heart of the dungeon of his deepest secrets. Swallowing, absorbing, any hint of what could do the infamous the Bastard of the Barrel down to his own knees.

And Kaz Brekker feared that if they looked into the most secluded corner of his dungeons, where it was reserved to hide the greatest truths of his soul, they would find the one only thing to beg on his knees for would be something he would do without hesitation.

You.

You were like the last summer solstice in a world ruled by darkness, cold and empty. Which he kept in a chest locked with seven chains.

If he had to describe you with the five senses, Brekker would remind that, when he was in the bitter cold of the ocean, clutching the stiffness of dead and putrefying flesh like a lifeboat, a ray of sunshine, warm as the summer, it opened up through the thunderclouds and came down to his face, warming that spot of skin like a kiss from the sun.

And it would be with that memory that he would describe you.

Kaz Brekker shouldn't have fallen in love with you. He was the person who most understood the disastrous consequences if he let himself get carried away by the way his heart sped up whenever he saw you. If he allowed herself to taste the way all of your heat radiated into his body and made him feel alive. But he fell in love.

Everything was all too much. The feeling of life every time you said his name, like a devotion, something religious, lyrical. The sweetness in your eyes, the warm voice. Everything had been too much.

And what should he do? Tell you he missed you every time you went on a mission? Saying that he were jealous and envy of Jesper because the man managed to make you laugh with a silly joke and hug you tight, something Kaz still hadn't been able to do? Tell you it was almost religious the way he venerated your smile? Of course not. Because all these things would have been sensible, and Kaz couldn't do anything sensible around you.

Because when he saw life offering him, with such joy, the one thing that had been denied him all his life, and that he swore never to crave, his first impulse was anger. Stupid, irrational anger.

So, for the first few moments, his entire reaction to you had been cold, distant, almost avoidant. Because the way his whole body shook in hot spasms when, in that summery tone, you called his name, it was too much for Kaz to handle.

“Kaz!” You call, one night.

He heard your voice from across the crow club, and had to close his eyes tightly at the way his heart leapt in his chest.

"Hey, hey." You appeared beside him, your cheeks chased away by coral red, the happy smile and the sparkle in your eyes as someone who have the path to true happiness. "Jessy said you were wanting to find a new way to invade that bank."

Oh perfect. In the same way his body exalted when he heard the sound of your name and your lips, hearing you call Jesper by that infernal nickname had a much more destabilizing effect. And fierce.

Kaz raised an eyebrow at you, in a nonchalant gesture but inviting you to keep talking.

“I happen to know of an underground path.” For an instant, the pride in your smile made Kaz want to smile too. “You and I can put together a map today and we'll be right tomorrow to go.”

That was one of the times Kaz should have made some dry, disinterested, trivial comment, something that made you not want to spend time with him, something that made you turn around and walk away. He should have turned around and left. He had done this over a thousand times with other people and knew it to be one of the best outings.

Still, the acid comment didn't come and he couldn't turn his back on you.

So, like the idiot he became whenever it came to you, Kaz couldn't help but spend an hour in your company. Even if it resulted in him lying in bed at the end of the day, alone and feeling the guilt gnawing at him more and more.

So, before he even knew it, Kaz was already in his office with you, listening to you chatter about things he knew he should have been paying attention to. But the way the crackling of the fire flames in the fireplace flashed across your face was a distraction of unimaginable proportions.

“Jessy and I…”

“You want to stop.” He found himself saying before he even realized it. “That nickname is already exasperating me.”

“Why? Jealousy?” You joked, oblivious to the truth.

Kaz looked at you like your comment was the most pathetic thing he'd ever heard. He wanted to screaming: ‘I’m not jealous! Its just...you’re mine!.’ But he didn't. Instead, the words that came out were:

“No. It's childish and immature, and it doesn't fit with...”

"What if I call you ‘Darling’?” You rested your chin on both palms of your hand, your elbows resting on his desk in his office.

Kaz's heart skipped a beat.

“That way you won't be jealous of Jessy's nickname and…”

“It's not jealousy!” He countered, and too late realized that he didn't disagree in the first instance about the nickname, but about the green color that emanated from his body.

And you didn't let that go either.

Your eyes took on a caustic gleam that you quickly hid, turning to the map on the table and going back to drawing the paths. “Okay, Darling.”

After that night, Kaz's self-control began to crumble.

He gave you death glares whenever you called him that nickname, but he never dared contradict or scold you. Much less deny it. The truth was, the core of his soul wanted this. He wanted every part of your caress warm as summer. He wanted to appreciate how perfect you looked when you called him that way. As if that nickname was born just to be used between you.

Something unique.

Over time, his body's physical reactions began to be stronger, coercive and overwhelming. Kaz felt dry, burning, and you soothed and inflamed him at the same time. You were the breath of peace, and also a glass of hot brandy.

And everything that he once felt dead, frozen or putrefying, slowly began to blossom, reborn and shine.

"Darling." You said, going behind the chair Kaz was sitting in, submerged in the Krisha security system sheets in front of he. “You've been there for hours.”

He ignored you, though his body was all too aware of yours behind him, the way your breath hit the top of his ear, how your heat hit his back like a high summer breeze. Kaz swallowed hard, ordering his eyes to stay on the pages.

“What are you reading?”

Your voice rang out from the top of his head, and Kaz felt his heart race into a cardiac arrhythmia the second your hands went to the back of the chair and your face tilted, chin hovering millimeters from his shoulder, your nose almost brushing his cheek.

Fucking Saints! You were hot! It was as if you had sun bathed, swam in the flames of fire, and been born into the summer.

Kaz lost his breath. His sanity. His soul.

“Do not do this.” His voice was no more than a whisper.

You looked at him, the furs not touching but breath hitting each other's cheeks. Kaz followed your gaze, and suddenly the world subtly turned hot. Pulsing and muffled.

“What?” You whispered, your heart so fast.

This was the time for Kaz to use the touche in a very valid argument. To make you move away as fast as you approached. To nip in the bud any path this interaction between you could take. He should have said about the touch. But he didn't remember. Kaz didn't remember his limitation, his traumas, his demons.

In that second, of insanity and magic, you couldn't do that just because…

"I feel like I cant breathe when I'm around you." He said.

After that day, Kaz realized that life no longer made sense without having you by his side to share it. Money didn't have the same value anymore if you weren't there, the robberies didn't make sense anymore if he couldn't tell you how it was at the end of the day, or have you by his side to fight.

Very quickly, Kaz Brekker realized that he had lost the battle against his own feelings. Loving you was inevitable. And having you close to him was made as essential as breathing. That's when things between the two of you developed faster, more solid, more right. The weeks turned to months, the months to years, and your relationship fortified as gloriously as the hilt of a sword.

Kaz still had very difficult moments with touching, days when a single brush of fur was unbearable and the mention of a kiss was impossible. But you stayed there. Firm and unshakable. Giving your summer smiles,your warm winks, and his nickname that had the power to soothe every nerve in Kaz's body.

However, the more Kaz understand that he was need you to he still live, the deeper he hid any trace of public affection for you. Any clue that could sparked the theory in someone that you were the reason, for Brekker, for the sun rose every morning. He couldn't bear the thought of losing you. Never.

Kaz Brekker became very aware that his soul was harnessed to yours. And there was nothing in the world that would take you away from he. Not while he lived, and even seven feet from land, Kaz would still find a way to fight for you.

It was a logical decision when he said you two should get married. Kaz was still trying to maintain his serene posture as his soul burned in a fire too eager and excited to make official anything that said you were his. That he had finally managed to have that ray of sunshine in the midst of the atrocious ocean. You, unlike him, exhaled your happiness in excited squeals, little jumps of joy and a passionate, quick kiss on the man in front of you.

And Kaz understood, as perfectly as the sky are blue, that he would do anything, for the rest of his life, to be worthy of that overwhelming happiness that sparkled in yours smiles.

“Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.” He said, feeling himself smile because your happiness for the wedding was exorbitant.

And you, like the little tease you were who loved to make him piss off, smiled even more and hugged him. He love you. Unconditionally.

But, just like the ocean waves, Kaz and you have had your ups and downs. He wasn't a man who had a lot of patience, and you weren't the most obedient, calm woman in the world. You found him exasperating and he found you as stubborn as a door.

"I already said you can't do that!" And there he was, once again, lecturing you because you showed too much affection, in his mind, for him in a public situation.

And, as Kaz fucking Brekker liked to point out, ‘all walls have eyes and ears’.

"We've been together for six years, Kaz!" You tried to keep your blood calm, but you weren't a person to put up with sermons. “Is this going to be our life? Living as if we have the same connection as a boss and an employee?!”

“And what do you want, Y/n?!” He placed both hands on his office desk, looking at you from the other side “Want us to have a party and tell everyone?! Or do you prefer to hang a red target on your chest?!”

"I did not say that!" You were starting to get really angry. “I'm not asking for a billboard saying we're married and you know it! The only thing I'm saying is that you let me choose to sit next to you, take your hand, or tell you I love you when any of us go off on a dangerous mission!"

Kaz shook his head, impassable, his gaze flashing with anger. How did you not realize he was trying to save you?! Save everything you two built, your lives! And all this for what? Walking hand in hand on the street? It was ridiculous!

“This is indisputable!”

“Kaz…”

“I said no!” He slapped his hands on the table.

A less brave woman would have cringed. But not you.

“I don’t like to pretend we’re not together!”

“And I don't like a fucking girl who complains all the fucking time about something I do to save her! But it feels like I've been put up with it for six years, doesn't it?!”

The words hit you like a slap. Crackling, burning and electrifying. You felt yourself holding your breath and your shoulders instinctively tightening back. The room was silent. Loaded with tension, as if lightning had just hit the ground.

You looked at Kaz in amazement. And he pursed his lips when he realized what he'd said.

“Put up with? And you call me ‘fucking girl’ ?” You repeated, your voice low, serious and in a mixture of hurt and outrage. “Good to know.”

You turned your back, walking out of the office and slamming the door behind you hard, making the thud reverberate through the corridors of Kaz's soul.

"Y/n!" He called you, striding to the door "Y/n!"

But when Kaz pulled the doorknob and took a few steps down the hall, it wasn't you he bumped into. It was Nina, trying to hide, in a very terrible way, her curious and shocked expression. In female hands she carried a small stack of documents, probably something important that Kaz needed to check.

He had to check that out. But his eyes, restless and quick, wandered the great hall of the crow club below, watching your figure pass between the bodies, advancing towards the exit.

"Sooo…" Nina started, even though the attention wasn't on her. "Couple fights, right?"

But Kaz didn't think before nodding, trying to get past Nina to catch up with you. But of course the girl wasn't going to let Brekker get away with it that quickly. She was betting with Inej how long you two would pretend to have nothing. And now she was going to get the truth!

"So you're saying that girl is your girlfriend?" The smile of shock and excitement was wide open on her face.

Kaz muttered a curse, gently pushing the girl aside and moving towards the stairs, aiming to catch up with you. But not before answering:

"No, that girl is my wife!"

[theshelbyclan]

Horse Thieves

Summary: The Shelby siblings are still building their imperium, and they need a horse to do it.

(Gif by @madshelby​)

A/N: I asked around a bit and people wanted to read a lot more about Teddy, so I decided to use this request by one lovely anon: Hello! I've never done a request for a fic before so please excuse me if this isn't the right way to do it 🙈 But I noticed your requests were open and read the prompts list you linked to for Shelby sister prompts - so can I request something that incorporates 7.“car. Now”, 8.“what story do you want tonight” and 14.“your heading the right way for a smacked backside”. Thank you! I decided to base this on this idea I had in the longer Teddy series, where she refers to a time when she stole a horse with Tommy. So see this as a prequel if you will, set before the series. Words: 2773

*** “Whatever you do, you’re not using Finn.” “I won’t…” “I mean it, Thomas,” Aunt Polly warned, “You’ve only been back for five minutes from France and I will not have you endangering my nephew, after I’ve kept him safe for fucking four years.” 

Tommy sighed, “Yes, I understand.” Polly looked at her nephew with a distrustful gaze, “Why do we need the horse?” “Betting’s down,” he slowly lit a cigarette, “We need our own. A horse that looks good. Convinces people to lay a bet.” She had to agree with that, “Where will you go?” “To the place where people most expect a horse to be stolen.” “Why?” “Hide in plain sight,” he pointed, “you taught me that.” “I thought I taught you everything…” Polly mused sternly. Tommy nodded slowly, “Maybe. And now I’m acting on it…” After a short pause, he said, “I’m gonna do it, Pol. I’ll make this family rich. Trust me.” “What about the little ones?” “I’m doing this for them, alright, so that they won’t have to grow up like we did!” Fire was burning in his eyes when he spoke, but Polly had never seen him quite like this. He was different these days. After pondering for a while, she said, “So tell me where.” Tommy took a deep breath, knowing she’d disapprove, “The fair.” “For fuck’s sake, Thomas!” *** “WELCOME TO THE FAIR!” Arthur bellowed, which scared most people in his vicinity away, but it made Teddy, who was used to it, literally jump for joy. Arthur grinned broadly and lifted his little sister up onto his shoulders, shouting, “Now look here, sweet girl, this is where we bloody come from and don’t you forget it!” “Arthur, can I have a candied apple?” Teddy asked him, knowing he wouldn’t refuse her anything when he was in a mood like this. “You can have all the apples, Teddy!” he replied with a grand gesture. John came walking besides them and quietly said to his brother, “They’re here.” “Good,” Arthur said uncharacteristically gently, and he lifted Teddy off his shoulders again, “Tommy’s in place.” “What about Finn, Arthur?” he said, playing with his toothpick. Arthur winked at his suddenly much younger brother, “Don’t worry, brother. He’s off playing with the Boswell kids. He’ll be no bloody trouble.” John grinned down at Teddy, “Unlike this one!” “You know why, John?” Teddy asked cheekily, “Because Finn is like Arthur, but I am like you!” John laughed manically out loud and Arthur bellowed, “She’s fucking right!” “How about that apple, Arthur?” Teddy asked innocently, quickly adding a, “Please?” “Wait here, princess.” As they continued walking, John took Teddy’s hand in his and said to her, “Look at all the horses, Teddy. Maybe one day you could have one of your own.” “But I already have the pony you gave me when you came back,” she looked up with adoring eyes. It was no secret that Teddy had four heroes in life, and those were her brothers. He looked down, “Yeah, but one day you’ll have a horse. Promise.” “John?” she asked, suddenly serious, “You won’t go away again, will you?” “Go where? Why would I leave my favourite little girl!” “You did before…” John stopped and turned to her, “Listen, that was the war… You know I don’t like talking about that…” “I know…” “But the war’s over. No more fucking mud for us, alright?” he said earnestly. He tried desperately to hide the pain he felt. Teddy nodded. “I’m sorry,” John blurted out all of a sudden, “I’m sorry we left you. We didn’t know… what it’d be… we thought it would be…” he simply couldn’t find the words. “I know,” she interrupted him in a high voice, “It’s okay. Just don’t do it again, alright?” “Alright,” he smiled. Then he changed his tone again, happy to switch subjects, “Now, what story do you want tonight?” “One about a horse!” “How about we get you a real one?” John suggested light-heartedly.

Teddy giggled because she thought he was joking, slipped her hand into his again and started skipping. Then she looked over at Arthur, who was just in the process of stealing an apple for her. It was good to have her brothers back again. 

“Teddy?” John asked, “think you could do something for me?” “Like what?” “Tommy needs our help.” “With what?” her eyebrows shot up. John coughed once and waited for Arthur to join them, “Eat your apple. And listen, Tommy needs us to help him with something.” Mouth full of candied apple, “whaff kinf of somefingff?” “Just do as we tell you to,” John explained, “and then Tommy’ll tell you what to do.” Arthur nodded, “He’s already instructed us.” “Arthur,” John became unsure, “Are we really involving our eight-year-old sister in this?” “She’ll be fine, John-boy! She’s fucking smart, she is.” “I am,” Teddy replied proudly. The candied apple was nearly gone already.

“Alright, Teddy-girl, you listen to me, yeah?” John bend down to her level, “I need you to pretend you got lost, or maybe ask for help, or cry! Can you cry?” Teddy sniffled a little, “I’m not sure,” she then said in her normal voice. “Don’t worry if you can’t! Just scream a lot, alright?” “Wait!” she said, “Give me a second….” And she pouted her lips again, scrunched up her nose and suddenly tears were falling down her cheeks. “Bloody hell…” Arthur mumbled, as he turned to John, “you fucking created a monster.” “I’m crying!” Teddy said triumphantly through her tears, “Now what?” John shook her head to banish the emotions he felt over seeing his baby sister cry, “Go to Tommy.” Teddy quickly darted off and went in search of her other brother. When she found him, she announced herself with, “Look, Tommy, real tears!” “What the fuck?” Tommy replied in shock, “What happened, tell me now!” “Nothing!” she quipped, “John made me.”   “I’ll fucking kill him,” her brother said automatically, “Did he throw you up in the air again?” Teddy grinned, “No, and besides that doesn’t make me cry…” “It did when you broke your arm.” She waved a disinterested hand, “Fine. But I mean he told me to cry because you needed a disattraction! “Distraction.” “Yes!” Tommy knelt down and said in a hushed voice, “Alright, first things first, you can never, ever tell Aunt Polly about this, do you hear me?” Teddy nodded obediently. “I mean it Teddy. She’ll have my fucking balls…” A high voice replied, “Which balls?” He sighed deeply again, regretting his words intensely, “Listen to me, eh? Don’t tell Aunt Pol.” “I will,” but a vague twinkle had come into Teddy’s eyes the second she realised her big tough brother was scared of Aunt Polly too.

Tommy lifted up Teddy and she rested on his hip, hugged close by his arm. She could vaguely smell his hair, his cigarette and a whiff of horse on him. This was her brother, who’d been gone for two whole years. She was only little when he’d gone, but Teddy remembered she cried a lot. All she ever wanted at night was for John to play with her and for Arthur to sit with her and for Tommy to tell her stories. She and Finn used to curl up together and cry. But now he was home, not the same, but still home.

“See them?” Tommy pointed, with a smile playing about his lips like he used to have all the time before the war, “See that family?” Teddy followed his hand with her eyes, “Yeah, the ones with the man with the blue scarf?” “That’s the one,” he nodded, “I need you to distract them.” “Why?” “So I can take their horse.” Teddy turned to face Tommy, and as she grinned, his face lit up as well, “Are we going to steal the horse, Tommy?” Teddy whispered excitedly. “Yes.” She lowered her voice even more, “just you and me?” Softly, he planted a kiss on her head, “Can’t do it without you…” Couldn’t do any of this without you here, he thought, but didn’t say it. “Alright,” he continued, “I’m going to talk to the man with the scarf. Meanwhile, John and Arthur are going to pick a fight with some other men, over by the candied apples, you see?” “That’s why I got an apple…” Teddy mused, slightly disappointed. Tommy quickly got her attention back, “I’ll be talking to him about this other family I know,” he waved a hand, “it’ll be something useless, but I’ll get him to walk away. John-boy is itching to punch someone, so he will, don’t get scared, alright?” Teddy frowned, “I’m not scared of John.” “Now, you see that horse, the black one, by the water?” She peered through the crowd of people and finally caught a glimpse of the beauty. Her eyes lit up in a way that only the Shelby’s eyes light up when looking at a horse. “There’s two boys with him. I need you to go to them. Make sure they walk away from the horse.” “Tommy…” Teddy thought out loud, “Won’t they know it was us?” He smirked at his sister’s intellect, “No. They don’t know us. Besides, they’re feuding with another family here. There’s a war coming, but we won’t be involved this time. Don’t worry about it, eh?” “Why are they fighting, Tommy?” she was not letting it go so easily. “Because I made it happen.” Then he walked a few feet so that they were both hidden from sight, “Now, I need you to distract the boys, and maybe some of the women as well. Cry, if you can, and if anything goes wrong, scream. I know you’re good at that…” “Who will take the horse?” “Johnny Dogs will. He’s close by,” Tommy leaned his forehead onto Teddy’s, “Think you can do it?” “Yes!” “Not too scared?” “Never!” Teddy replied enthusiastically, which slightly worried Tommy, but instead he said, “Go on.” So Teddy walked out behind the tent on her own and started thinking sad thoughts, just to make the tears come easily later on. There wasn’t much need for them though, because as soon as she approached the boys who were washing the horse, one called out, “Piss off!” “Fuck you!” Teddy replied in a flash, “This is free land and I’m a free woman!” she heard Aunt Polly say that once, “I’ll go where I fucking please!” One of the boys pushed her and angrily Teddy shoved him back. Then the second one came for her, and Teddy suddenly remembered her mission. So against all of her instincts, she let herself be pushed to the ground and started howling as soon as she landed. Immediately heads turned and Teddy cried like she hadn’t done in two years, “They pushed me!” But somewhere from out the corner of her eye, she saw Arthur arguing with someone and John landing a punch, almost in slow-motion, and she knew everything went according to plan. “Did not!” the boy protested nervously, “she started it!” Teddy curled up a little and held onto her leg like it was hurting, while trying to make herself as small as possible, “It hurts…” “What have you done!” a strange woman called out to one of the boys, who shrunk visibly as soon as he heard her voice, “fighting little girls now, are you?!” “I didn’t, ma! She started it!” but before he could finish his sentence, he’d gotten the first smack around the head. One down, one more to go. So Teddy upped the tears and it worked beautifully: the second boy didn’t wait for his mother to hear, but decided to run instead. Slowly, Teddy started to calm down, because if she just stood up now and showed it was all fake, everything would’ve been for nothing. She made that mistake once with Finn, and she wouldn’t be doing so again. After about a minute, chaos had descended on the fair. Men were fighting, Tommy was making an already nervous man simply anxious and this side of the camp was almost deserted. But where was Johnny? Teddy got up and hid near the beautiful horse. And then she saw him: somehow Johnny had ended up in the middle of the fight as well. This could ruin everything! “Come,” Teddy beckoned, “Come here! I promise I won’t hurt you…” and much to her own surprise, the horse obeyed. She untied the reigns and like he’d always been hers, he followed her down into the river. Teddy swam a little, wondered for only a second what Aunt Polly would say, and then climbed up onto the horse’s back in the water. From there on, she made a quick decision and urged the horse on. The river was low and couldn’t be seen all the way from the camp, so she kept the route of invisibility. After a while, she spurred the horse on and he climbed the riverside, with the tiny load still on his back. From this distance, Teddy could still see the fair, but because of the trees she was certain they couldn’t see her. “Now what?” she asked the horse, because she hadn’t really thought this through. In reply it neighed. “Shh!” Teddy scolded, “you want me to get caught?” So she steered the horse by its manes and made her way to where the family car was parked. With some luck, everyone else would still be too busy fighting. *** “Teddy!” Teddy turned her head and saw her brothers running, with sheer panic in their eyes. “Where the fuck were you?” Tommy demanded. Teddy shrunk a little at the anger in his voice, “I didn’t know where to go so I went here…” “Car. Now!” Tommy fumed. “That was actually smart, Tom,” Arthur defended her. Tommy ran a hand through his hair and sighed, “I thought something happened to you… That’s why I tell you not to leave my fucking side!” “I’m sorry…” she whimpered and tears started forming in her eyes again. “Don’t even try that,” John joked, “We know you can pretend now.” Looking caught, Teddy tried to hide the smile she shared with John. “That’s it, Tom,” Arthur walked back and forth to get rid of the adrenaline still coursing through his body, after they found there little sister was missing, “We’re not using our bloody sister again, for anything!” “Agreed,” Tommy said at once. “I thought you wanted the horse?” Teddy questioned. Again Tommy sighed and he lit another cigarette, “No fucking horse is worth losing you over, Teddy.” And that’s when she realised he wasn’t angry, just worried. “No fucking horse,” Arthur agreed. “But…” she started. John interrupted, “Forget about the horse, Teddy, we’re just glad you’re okay.” “But…” “Besides, we can get a horse some other way, eh?” Tommy continued, “Might even pay for it…” “But…” Tommy held up a hand, “Stop interrupting me, Teddy.” Instead Teddy interrupted him, “But the fucking horse is fucking here!” she pointed beyond the car at the woods, “Look! I rode him here after Johnny didn’t show up!” “I’ll be fucking damned,” Arthur blurted out, “she rode the fucking horse here.” John burst out laughing and simply high-fived Teddy, but Tommy looked as stunned as Arthur did. Anxiously, Teddy waited for Tommy’s reply, occasionally saying things like, “Johnny wasn’t coming,” and “my tears were almost dried up,” and “it wasn’t really my fault, the horse just followed me!” “Teddy Shelby,” Tommy said finally, “you little horse thief…” “You told me to,” Teddy said pointedly, but couldn’t quite hide the pride in her voice. “Oh, so this is our fault, eh?” Teddy shrugged and put on an angelic face, “Well, Arthur taught me how to steal, John taught me how to cry and you told me what to do…”

He pointed at her, “You’re heading the right way for a smacked backside...” Again Tommy looked at the horse and then he coughed a short laugh, “Alright, you win. We’re all horse thieves. Go get your horse.” “Mine?” “Yours.” As Teddy got the horse, the brothers still couldn’t get over the fact that she just did all of that. “Before we go home, there’s just one more thing, Teddy,” Tommy said, “Tell me again what I made you promise.” “Don’t tell Aunt Polly about this.” “Or?” he said menacingly, hoping he still had some authority over her by usually being the one who punished her, when he wasn’t teaching her how to steal that is… “She’ll have your balls.” Tommy eyed his two brothers who doubled over in laugher, but decided to ignore that. “Good girl.”

*** Masterlist

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actually? nvm. ignore this post. i’m just gonna let this out.