Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: F/M
Fandom: RWBY
Relationship: Blake Belladonna/Yang Xiao Long
Characters: Yang Xiao Long, Blake Belladonna
Additional Tags: Beach Sex, Honeymoon, Trans Character, Transmasc Yang Xiao Long, Fluff and Smut, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, They are so in love it's gross, It's what they deserve really
Summary:
Yang couldn't be more thankful Blake grew up in Menagerie, it meant she knew every secret cove, every spot hidden away from any prying eyes.
Definitely something that came in handy for their honeymoon.
"Yang, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but you look like your dad." Blake smirks from her spot relaxing on a lounge chair in a bikini that has to be meant to torture him.
"Excuse you, the hawaiian shirt is a classic." He huffs, though a grin slowly stretches across his lips, "Besides, why would I want to hide all this?"
The unbuttoned shirt slips off broad shoulders, down strong arms, showing off muscular chest and abs, leaving him in nothing but his bright yellow trunks. Blake's eyes roam unabashedly, a certain hunger growing behind amber eyes. Yang can't help the way blood rushes south, especially not when Blake looks like that.
Blake hums sitting up, "You make an excellent point, come here." She beckons, and like a moth to a flame, Yang follows.
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Request: transmasc yang for the bees on their honeymoon? An excuse for yang to wear a hawaiian shirt or walk around shirtless
Happy birthday @morglien! Hope you enjoy some Yang gender™
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*Peeks head through window* Asks are open!?
Since we keep talking about it, maybe some greaser Ingo and Emmet taking turns making out with their darling in the back seat of their car while the other drives around? Pretty please? 👉👈🥺
-Silver Anon
ABSOLUTELY!!! The greaser au has me in a choke hold.
🔞18+Only! For adult situations!🔞
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You were thankful for Elesa being your cover for tonight.
You simply wanted to spend the weekend with your boyfriends in peace, and that’s exactly what you’re getting.
No one would ever believe that someone as wholesome as you is with the terror twins.
‘They are awful!’
‘They’d ruin your good nature!’
‘Such bad influences, let’s hope you stay pure.’
Are just some of the things you’ve been told.
It doesn’t matter though, not when you’re with them.
They wanted to take you for a ride, take you somewhere private for a little date. With an intense game of rock paper scissors the verdict was in!
Emmet sat in the drivers seat, silently fuming. He wanted to be in the backseat with you, he wanted to be the one holding you right now.
But he focuses on the road, pouting.
While Ingo has you pressed against him, your legs thrown over his lap, one arm around your hips, the other around your waist.
You giggle softly at the tickling feeling of Ingo’s lips against your neck, so light and soft, almost like they were phantom kisses.
Yet the older twin couldn’t help himself, how could he when you’re holding his leather jacket so tight? Practically sat across his lap so cutely?
“Ingo, that tickles.” You whisper, just enough so he could hear you over the radio.
He just hums in acknowledgment. Nuzzling his face into your neck.
“You’re just too cute, doll.”
It starts with one soft kiss.
His lips gently brushed against yours before pressing together. Your heart is hammering against your chest, your grip on his jacket tightens.
When you two pull away, the older twin can’t help but mesmerized but your smile, your laughter, how bashful you’re getting.
Oh he wants more.
Before you knew it Ingo’s leaning back in, his right hand moving to cup the back of your neck, before pressing his lips against yours.
You tilt your head slightly, pressing yourself against him.
You softly hum as his tongue brushes against your bottom lip. You shakily part your lips, moaning into the heated kiss.
His tongue lapping and twisting around yours, sucking yours into his mouth.
You move your arms around his neck, running your fingers through his silver hair.
Ingo’s left hand starts slowly caressing it’s way up your side, under your shirt, oh so slowly. Your tremble at the feeling, your body sensitive to his tender touch.
Suddenly the car lurches, causing you two to part as you two get jostled. The back of Ingo’s head taps his side of the window.
The older twin glares to the front.
“The hell was that!?”
Emmet’s grin turns smug, he looks at his twin in the mirror.
“What? Did you expect me to let you have all the fun?”
The two glare at each other a moment more before Emmet looks back to the road.
Slowly pulling the car over before flinging the car door open.
You are confused for a moment. The younger twin flings the back door open with a wide grin.
“You’ve had your fun, now move! You’ve had our sweet angel long enough!”
The twins sneer at each other, neither of the budging on their stances.
“You’ve been in the backseat for an hour and a half. It’s my turn with our darling!”
“You can drive a while longer, I’m not finished with them yet.”
Not a moment passes before Ingo is grabbed and practically tossed out of the backseat, with Emmet quickly taking his place and slamming the door closed.
“Have fun driving!”
The older twin huffs. Hopping into the drivers seat and carrying onto their intended destination.
You barely have time to react to the new seating arrangement.
Emmet quickly pulls you onto his lap, both your legs on either side of his, his hands on your hips pulling you close.
“W-wait isn’t this dangerous?”
It’s not safe to seated like this, but he doesn’t seem to care.
The smiling man nuzzles his face into your neck, cooing at you.
“Did you forget who you’re dating, doll?”
You squeak as you’re body is pulled flush against his. You can feel your face burning, your eyes dart between his stunning silver eyes and his lips.
But Emmet catches on.
You shudder when his hand clasps the back of your neck, pulling your face to his, his lips lock against yours. His tongue quickly darting into your parted lips.
Your tongues twists around the other, drool dripping down your chin. You whimper, your head feels fuzzy, these kisses are leaving you breathless.
Each time you pull away for air, Emmet is right back on your lips, desperate for another taste.
Almost like he’s getting addicted to the taste of you, to the feeling of your lips against his, his tongue mingling with yours.
His grip on your hips grows tighter, like he wants to keep you on him.
To keep you as close as possible to him.
His right hand lowers to your ass. He doesn’t get very far with a sudden swing of the car, causing you to tumble partially off his lap.
“Hey!”
Emmet’s voice quickly fills the car.
Ingo however doesn’t even look back, but that twinkle in his eyes tells another story.
“Are you alright, dear?” The older twin asked, completely ignoring his fuming twin.
“I’m okay, just be careful next time.”
They adore you.
“Why are you pulling over? It’s only been twenty minutes!” Emmet leers, holding your close to his chest.
“And? You’re the one trying to get frisky, and that’s not happening while I’m here. So switch.”
You silently sigh as their bickering continues.
“You had them longer! It’s my turn for a taste!”
“Why, So you can try and fuck them in the backseat? I think the fuck not!”
Emmet glares, while Ingo scowls.
They argue who gets to be in the back with you, and who’s turn it is to do so.
Something tells you this is going to a very common occurrence.
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Best Of All - Rick Flag
TITLE: “Best Of All” || Rick Flag
FANDOM: “Suicide Squad” Film Universe
CHARACTER: Colonel Richard “Rick” Flag
PAIRING: Rick Flag + Female Reader
MAIN STORYLINE: No matter what, Rick will always love you.
Author’s Note: Hey, ya’ll! I’m back for now and this short drabble is dedicated to @lacontroller1991. Happy Birthday, Sweetheart! We love you so much. Stay safe and have fun. - V. 💜
Main Masterlist 💜
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2021
It’s nearly freezing outside one morning. You struggle to warm up underneath the covers. You don’t want to wake up Rick, who usually sleeps beside you every time.
And yet, you feel around the bed and find yourself alone, puzzled because Rick never leaves this place without telling you first.
Not long after you sit up against the pillows, sizzling reaches your eardrums.
Breakfast. Your heart settles down because he’s only cooking breakfast. There’s no need to panic.
You carefully move from these covers and pad your feet to leave this bedroom, hiding past one slight corner to see him in the kitchen.
He’s shirtless. Both tattoo ink and faded harsh scars run up or down his muscular arms.
You subconsciously bite your lip, watching his back slightly flex. Rick Flag always concentrates while cooking, rivaling an attention span on the battlefield.
He’s finally able to turn down the stovetop and glance over one shoulder. The view of him takes your breath away.
That blondish hair almost covers his forehead and he smiles towards you, showing off these pretty hazel eyes. It’s so unfair to you.
“Good morning. Happy birthday, Darlin.’” Rick says, winking towards you before plating the meal twice and pouring coffee for himself.
“Thank you, Handsome.” You kiss his lips right before sitting down at the kitchen table, forever grateful to still have him around.
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