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slvtforyumi · 2 months

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“just nervous”

yumi x female reader smut.

contents - it's blake and y/ns first time and y/n is very nervous about not performing good enough for him.

warnings~ smut, swearing, use of pet names, lower caps intended!!! enjoy!!

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y/n and blake had never had sex before, they had kissed, cuddled but had never done anything intimate with each other, apart from one hot make out sesh that lasted 10 seconds at most, blake has had sex before so he wasn’t nervous about his performance but y/n had never done anything because she had never found the right person to give her virginity to, until she found blake.

blake knew that y/n wasn't ready and had always promised her that he'll wait as long as it will take until she's ready, it would sometimes end up with him getting a bit carried away by starting to kiss down her neck and let his hands wander between her thighs until she'd tell him she's still not ready, and he'd understand which she always admired about him, how he would always listen and manage to control himself for her.

today things were feeling a bit different for y/n, she walked into her and blake's shared bedroom, which had unfortunately been decorated by blake with rugs on the wall since moving into the new house, and she found him sitting at his desk working on something at his computer, he turned around when he heard the noise of the door closing behind her.

"oh hey baby" he said to her while tapping his thigh hinting for her to come over, she sat on his lap, legs dangling either side of the chair and putting her face into his neck "hey" she said with her voice being muffled, blake started to stoke up and down her back which made her moan softly into his neck. the little noise she let out took blake by surprise considering it was only a small touch.

she looked up at him as they stared into each other's eyes for a couple of seconds until blake decided to break the silence "can i kiss you, please?” he asked her as his hand went up to cup her cheek, his thumb stroking it, "of course" y/n whispered out, as soon as she replied blake pulled her into a deep kiss letting his hands travel down towards her hips holding her in place on his lap, as they continued kissing, y/n unknowingly began to grind down onto blake's thighs moaning while she did so, blake took the hint and began to slowly kiss down her neck, leaving some love marks behind for her to find in the morning, "blake....? think i'm ready" she breathed out while he pulled away from her neck looking back into her eyes, "are you sure?" he asked her cautiously "because baby i'll wait however lon-." he managed to spit out before he was cut off by y/n pulling him back into a deep and passionate kiss, her arms wrapped around the back of his neck “i'm sure, i promise" she whispered in his ear.

blake took this opportunity and ran with it and picked her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist whiles he walked them both over to their shared bed, his grip still tight on her waist. He then placed her gently on the double bed and began to kiss down her neck again, y/n's hands find their way to the bottom of blake's shirt and attempted to lift it off, he got the hint she was throwing his way and removed his shirt as y/n removes hers own as well, blake makes his way down to her hips pulling down the black shorts that she had been wearing leaving her only in her underwear, he then focuses on removing his sweatpants leaving him also very exposed to the girl infront of him. He then begins to wrap his hands around y/n's back attempting to undo the clasp of her bra, which suddenly comes undone, she lets out a small gasp as her boyfriend begins to attack her breast with his mouth, he starts to lick and softly bite at her nipple and flicking the other with his hands, "fuck.. blake" y/n let out with a breathy moan, she had never felt anything like this before, this was a new found feeling for her causing her hands to grab onto his brown locks for support, one of his hands travel down to the inside of her thighs slowly going up towards her now soaking wet core, he looked up at her "can i?" he asked for her permission before touching her "mhmm" she managed to let out, "i'm going to need to hear your words princess" he said to her, lust filling his voice, "yes blake" she managed to get out and as soon as she did he pulled her black lace panties down and threw them somewhere across the room, his face went back up to meet hers as he entered a finger into her, a loud moan escaped y/n's lips and in a state of embarrassment she covers her mouth with her hands and shut her eyes until she felt blake's free hand remove hers from her mouth "no baby, i wanna hear how good i make you feel" he demanded causing y/n to feel even more shy, pulling her into another passionate kiss blake then inserted another finger into her making y/n moan into the kiss, she could feel an unfamiliar but pleasurable knot growing in her stomach, she started to draw her nails up blake's back leaving many red, burning scratch marks, lewd moans kept escaping her mouth as blake was now attacking her neck again, "b.. blake i think i'm gonna cum" she moaned out and as she felt the knot growing even bigger, blake pulled out his fingers giving her a smug smirk as she pouted her lips confused as to why he would stop all of a sudden "be patient princess" he said to her as he began to lower his boxers, his hard dick sprung out of his boxers, red and leaking with precum clearly aching for some sort of relief, he aligned himself up with her dripping hole and asked her "are you sure your ready?" while looking her in the eyes

"i'm sure" she replied to him. he started entering himself slowly to make sure he didn't hurt the smaller girl infront of him, y/n winced at the pain that her boyfriend was unintentionally causing her "are you okay? do you want me to stop?" blake asked her softly “n.. no i'm okay" she said to him in a hushed tone, he began to enter himself even further until he eventually managed to fully insert himself.

"f-fu-ckk" was all blake could let out as he started to adjust to the tightness, he started to thrust into her slowly and gentle, y/n gripped his shoulders and started letting out loud breathy moans, "f.. fast.. faster please" she begged him in which he listened and began to pick up his pace, the room was filled with the noise of skin slapping and lewd moans, blake's attention went back to y/n's neck once again as he started leavings love bites on the other side of her neck that was not for long unmarked, y/n's nails scratching down blake's back and her other hand was grabbing onto his hair,

"b.. blake i.. think i'm close" she almost yelled out to him and she felt the now familiar knot from earlier form in her stomach again "just hold on baby" he whispered into her ear as he sped up the pace and went a little more rough than he was before, making the pleasure more intense for the both of them, as both of them come close to their climaxes y/n pulls blake back in for one more deep kiss as they both come to the end of their high, moaning into each other mouths blake's pace becomes slower and sloppier as they both finish. as they come down from the high blake places his forehead on y/n's and whispers "i love you" sweetly into her ear “i love you more" she whispers back,

"let's go get cleaned up hm?" he says as he gets up off the bed and picks up her as she wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to the shower.

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zevred · 22 days

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I've Got You Under My Skin

john brady x gn!reader

john brady the man that you are... also this turned out a little more angsty than i thought it would be

wc: 1.5k

John Brady’s already annoyed before the band goes on for their set. He snapped a reed during practice, cut his chin while shaving, and now you’ve shown up for drinks with an irksome smile on your face. Dougie’s chatting you up and Hambone’s already bought your drink, and you’re laughing at something Blakely’s just said.

It’s always like this when you come to the bar and Brady can’t help but roll his eyes. When you come for drinks, you take the time to press your hair into curls and scrub the grime out from under your nails. You look sort of pretty, but Brady knows it’s a guise to cover up how venomous you really are.

The guys usually see you on the hardstand working on the forts with Kenny in your coveralls with grease smudged across your face. Sometimes you wear a white ribbon in your hair and it’s the most ridiculous thing John Brady’s ever seen. Even as his plane is in taxi, he sees that stupid silk tied into your hair. You’re the first and last thing he sees before and after each mission. When he lands and is forced to give his fort into your care, you always have some snide comment waiting and a forced smile on your face.

He gives you a sarcastic smile, and when his crew isn’t looking and Kenny’s inspecting the plane both of you drop the façade and glare openly at each other. You looked exhausted this morning, dark shadows stamped under your eyes, and you didn’t give him nearly as much energy as he’d expected.

“I hope your face gets stuck like that, Brady.”

That’s all you have to say and he’s still frowning at you, dark brows pinched close together. “You think about my face often?”

“I try not to think of you at all.” You look more deflated than usual, and Brady’s throat closes up. He’s still standing there like an idiot when you sigh. “Go away, Captain. There’s a lot of work to be done.”

He thinks about it all day. The tiredness in your eyes. The way your shoulders slumped as you walked away. Usually, you’re annoyingly springy. He hates the way your hips move as you walk away from him, the way his eyes can’t look away, but this—your sullen retreat—it makes him sick to his stomach. You don’t call him Captain and you’ve never told him to go away. You’re on his mind during rehearsal when his jaw clenches, cracking the reed between his teeth. He’s remembering the purple of your eyebags when his razor slips. And now Brady’s watching you laugh with his friends like nothing’s wrong.

So, he’s already pissed when the band starts up and you peel away to dance with Hambone. He knows you’re just friends. Hambone laughed in his face when Brady tried to lecture him about the irresponsibility of relationships on base. Still, the way he’s swinging you around makes something nasty coil in the pit of his stomach. He hears your laugh over his sax and struggles to keep playing.

You dance like that for the first several songs of the set, twisting between Blakely and Hambone. Brady can see the flush on your skin and, just for a moment, he wonders what the feel of you would be like under his hands. He’s dreamt about it—and they’re terrible dreams—but they leave him with a nervous twitch in his hands and a bounce in his leg. He’s taping his foot now, to keep in time with the beat of the song, and he tells himself the tremor in his arms is from holding his instrument.

As the song reaches its crescendo, the music loud and consuming and overpowering, your eyes flick to his and they don’t move. Your eyes, big and searching, bore into him and Brady thinks you must be crazy to be looking at him like that while dancing with another man.

Maybe you’ve learned to read his signs of irritation—the tops of his ears have turned a fiery red, his nostrils flaring of their own accord—because you certainly know how to push him over the edge. Hambone spins you, and from your place tangled in his arms, you grin at Brady.

That does it for him.

Your smile is a taunt, a trap, and he knows it. But when the band finishes their last song and the vinyl takes over, he’s rushing for you, searching for you in the crowd. Brady finds you, crowded against the wall as Colonel Harding laughs at some terrible joke you must have made. It makes his eye twitch, seeing his CO lean close to whisper in your ear.

Brady reaches you as you give the Colonel an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, Sir. I promised Captain Brady that I’d save him a dance.”

And then you’re looping your arm through his, smiling up at Brady’s flushed face, tugging him onto the dancefloor.

Brady nearly stumbles, his mind going blank at the feeling of your skin on his. He has no idea where your jacket has gone, and your sleeves are rolled up. Your bare forearm brushes against his wrist as you guide him through the crowd. His senses have narrowed to that point of contact and Brady wonders if you have freckles or birthmarks under the rest of your clothes. For just a moment, he imagines mapping all the lines and marks of your body—imagines knowing you beyond a brush of skin.

You stop, twisting to stand in front of him with that petulant, expecting look on your pretty face. “Are we going to dance, or are you going to keep staring at me?”

“I’m not staring,” he says, and his traitorous body clenches up as you inch closer to him.

You hum under your breath. “Could feel you watching me all night, Brady.”

His body feels like it’s on fire as you wrap his arm around your waist, clasping his other hand in yours. He shudders under your hands and says, “It’s cause you’re a horrible dancer.”

“Look who’s talking,” you scoff. “You’re stiff as a board. If you weren’t in the band, I’d think you didn’t know a thing about music.”

He pulls you closer by the waist, your chest brushing against his. Your cheeks are turning a lovely shade of pink and when he hears your breathing hitch, Brady knows—with no small amount of quilt—that little noise will linger with him far longer than it should.

He’s looking at you through that heavy-lidded gaze you detest so dearly and it’s not enough to be swaying in his arms “I’m sorry for being sore with you this morning.”

Your whisper hits the shell of his ear, your nose dragging up the line of his neck. It’s instinct, the way his hand flexes on your hip and Brady prays to God for patience, because he’s not sure how much longer he can dance with you like this.

“Cold is what you were this morning. Worried all day about you, and then you show up— flouncing around—,”

“I don’t flounce.”

He pulls back to glare at you. “I saw no shortage of flouncing between Blakely and Hambone.”

“You jealous, Brady?” Your hand slides up his shoulder to the back of his neck, dragging your nails over his nape.

It’s too easy to fall back into your arms, to curl his body against yours. His heart is pounding in his chest and he’s certain you can feel it where he’s pressed against you. He wants to scoff, to make fun of you for insinuating something so ridiculous, but the words catch in his throat.

You don’t give him the mercy of silence. “Can’t dance with you while the band’s playing, can I? Would if I could, Captain.”

You look up at him with a nervous smile—small and timid—so at odds with your usual daring grin, Brady’s desperate to reassure you. “I know,” he says, pulling you impossibly closer. “I know.”

With your face pressed into his chest, it’s hard to hear your next words. Brady strains to hear you over the slow music, the way his body muffles your voice. He catches the sentence, and it breaks his heart.

“I’m tired of cleaning blood out of B-17s.”

The music is quiet and the vinyl creaks as the needle skips.

“I’m worried one day it’ll be yours.”

Brady doesn’t know what to say. He’s a pragmatist and a Catholic; there’s no comfort he can offer you, no promise he can make. For now, the only thing he can do is hold you close and let the music wash over your bodies as the dancefloor empties. At the end of the night, when the record has stopped spinning and the stars have climbed into the sky, the only audible sound is the disquiet of your shared breath and the rhythmic pounding of your hearts.

#mota #mota fanfic #ladies who brady #masters of the air fanfic #john brady #john brady x reader

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collar-shocked · 3 months

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Axe'ing the hard questions. (THE SINDAY SPECIAL)

Authors note: So. My history on this website, from like.. Age 15 'til now, I've been SFW and lurk-friendly to all audiences. (Only for the most part, in my later years.) This is my first time publishing content with sexual tones, and actively participating in Sinday! Rejoice!! Crossing my fingers I make a good first impression😅

TLDR: Strade can't control his aggression upon finding his fox in distress, threatened by his dime-a-dozen prisoner. Not only is he quick to remind them of that, but Ren is quick to remember who holds his leash.

He's so weak.

Ren, hiding away in his room, stayed curled up with his arms around his stomach in bed, completely under the covers. He hasn't been allowed to eat for the past two days after mindlessly ruining some of Strade's furniture, and then resisting upon a rightful punishment- something he terribly regrets. He was just scared. He doesn't blame him at all. A man does what a man has to do, even if it's hard- the bad must be punished.

And boy, has he gone from bad to terrible.

Filthy guilt plagues him as he begins to think. His stomach pinches in distress, it's too much to bear any longer! He has to find something to eat! Crawling from his bed, he stumbled his light feet to the door, peeking out with his ears pinned against his head. Strade should be busy... He knows his schedule by now.

And also knows he made quick work of someone new.

He tip-toed downstairs, ears flicking against the distant noises picked up in the other room. A bead of sweat rests against his temples knowing the risk he's taking. Quietly, he slipped away into the under-door, creeping down the dark steps. This is something he has become adjusted to when Strade decides to withhold food- and he is none the wiser. The bodies usually have enough damage to be able to scrape from and have it go completely unnoticed. Something to sustain himself until mercy is given..

The silence invites him in. Holding his hands nervously, he began to sniff the air, the scent of blood drawing him in like a cartoonish hand made out of aroma. Before him lies the body of a person, horribly mutilated, with many of Strade's signatures littered throughout their beaten form. It hurt his heart. At least, wherever they've gone, they know that something good has come from their early-parting. He is thankful, and very grateful for their sacrific-

"Eee-!!"

He jumped back in a panic- they're still alive!! Ren felt his joints begin to shake all at once, watching them groggily sit up and moan hopelessly. He shook and shuddered as his eyes began to sting, becoming wet. They stared at each other in mutual confusion.

"...Wh-.. What.. Who are you? What are those?.." They asked, voice coarse and worn.

Ren wasn't sure if he should even respond. However... "..My.. My ears? A-And my tail? ..Yeah, they are real." This was.. Nice. A normal conversation. "I- um.. I can put them away, too. But I'm not really.. Allowed to do that.."

The stranger scanned him curiously. It made him nervous, but they were calm. Quiet. A very nice change of pace. The moment their eyes ran over his legs, it seems like their features had softened, spotting his decorated legs. "..I see. So, what?.. You're like.. An animal?"

"..Kind of. I'm a beastkin.." Ren turned his eyes downward, picking at his cuticles.

"Well.. It's.. Nice to meet you. I'm Bl-" Suddenly, a coughing fit. It made Ren jump and step back, looking on with sympathy. Blood left their lips. "..I'm Blake."

"I-I'm Ren.."

"Hi, Ren.." From this point on, the two carried a very brief, quiet conversation. Ren declined help, but had offered a glass of water. Anything to soothe them in a way that wouldn't get him skinned. He thought it was going well. They were pretty polite, and they talked to him like a friend. Someone who understands.

Suddenly, once it was made aware that Ren can do no more than he's already done, the stranger flicked a finger at him, gesturing to come closer. "I wanna talk to you about something... But you need to come close." The fox followed. In fact, he came close, but was then beckoned even closer. He leaned in to hear- hoping for.. I don't know. An escape plan? A way out?

But then he saw a flash of silver, and felt a hard tear to his skin.

He yelped loudly and jumped back, holding his arm as blood dripped to the floor faster than his tears did. He sniffled and cried, observing his wound, then the captive, then the wound, and back again. His crying only intensified, now stuttering. He's scared. He's so scared. He's so hurt, and betrayed, and scared.

"S-Strade.." He mumbled.

"N-No! Don't you dare!"

"Strade-! STRADE!! STRADE!!" He didn't know what else to do. He's so very frightened! All he wants, all he needs right now is protection- someone to hide behind, to save him. He began howling for his white knight, to Blake's dismay. The louder he yelled, the more he cried.

"No no no! You little shit! Shut up! SHUT UP!!" They shouted back, lunging forward- being stopped only by the restraints.

The sudden launch made Ren stumble back and sob loudly. He would have ran to the stairs if not for the door swinging open, quick-paced and heavy steps coming down. His savior.. "Str- Strade! Help me-!" The bigger man got to the bottom of the stairs, immediately pulling Ren aside to look him over.

"What's-?" He saw the tears. He saw the blood. The air in the room darkened. "You touched my fox?!" He was seeing red. Blinded by possessive rage. Strade stormed across the room, grabbing an axe from the wall.

Seeing his fast approach and look of pure, unfiltered hatred in his eyes made the captive squirm in their place. They panicked, attempting to hide behind the pole they've gotten to know so well- to no avail. They couldn't even get a scream out before the thick metal was lodged into their face, blood working like a fountain as their body slumps over, leaving Ren and Strade alone to take in the soft sound of spewing, and crying. They looked at each other, urging Ren to step away- far away. Making about six feet between them.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry- I'm really sorry!" He immediately went into defensive-mode. Apologizing with the water-works, hoping the other will, for some reason, hold no malice against his bad behavior due to pity. But he knows better than that.

"Stop it!" Strade shouted, the other silencing himself to the best of his abilities. He was going to go into it. Just rip into him about being down here at all, remind him of where he stands in this relationship- but something felt wrong, watching Ren sniffle and whimper while tending to his bloodied wound. He groans. "..Come on. Come here.. I'll fix you.."

His tone seemed safe enough. Ren approached slowly and carefully, allowing Strade to take his hand and lead him upstairs. They went to the bathroom, where Ren took a seat on the toilet, Strade retrieving a clean first aid from the medicine cabinet before finding a spot next to the other. Ren sniffled and offered his arm up to be looked at.

He was washed, sewn up and sanitized, all by the gentle hand of his caretaker. To calm his foxes nerves, he brought a hand over, beginning to pet his ear. "That's it.." Strade cooed, tilting his head as he watched Ren begin to settle. It's so calm in this room. A traumatic experience, a savior and his savee, treating Ren well and taking care of him. He could tell Ren liked it too, the way he leaned into his touch.

But he still misbehaved.

That gentle rub on the beasts ear became a tight grip. Ren yelped, being pulled from the toilet into the corner. He whimpered in fear and squirmed to sit up, raising his hands in defense- not that it helped. Strade gave a swift, hard kick to his ribs, earning a loud, pathetic cry of pain. "What the fuck were you doing down there?!"

"I-I'm-!"

Another kick. Ren has been winded.

"What? You're sorry? No you're not! Not yet!"

Tears stream from his eyes as he coughs out a cry, still using his arms to guard his head and face, curling further in the corner to find some kind of solace. He can't even begin to imagine what Strade has in mind for a wrongdoing such as that. Strade then got down and grabbed him, forcibly dragging him over despite his cries and begs. A stitch or two off his arm were snagged and broken in the struggle, causing him to bleed. A sight that was.. Very interesting.

He lifted the smaller up- his feet left the floor for only a moment. Soon after, Ren felt the cold, hard impact of the bathtub, being dropped down into it. He was dazed, and his weakness persists- A hand finding his head to rub away the ringing. Sorrowful, desperate eyes plead into Strade's own, whimpering in his new enclosure. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm s-sorry, I didn't mean to upse-et you-"

"Sit up! Now!" He didn't have to say it twice. He watched the fox, wobbly and shaking weak as he sat up in the tub, looking up at him with the same sad, pathetic face he always does. He once again reached, but not with cuddly or violent intent- instead running his thumb along the others chin, then bottom lip- then finally, into his mouth. "You've been so bad lately. What's going on, huh? Why such'a naughty boy?.."

A way out. Ren shuddered beneath the others new mood. Self-perseverance is important. He sadly hummed and, hoping to lead the other along, began to lightly suckle on his finger, a blush of sheer humiliation bridging his features. Strade's eyes lit up with potential.

"..Is that it?" There was a chuckle in his voice. "You just want attention?" His suggestion was met with a shy nod. Strade took his finger back, snickering as he began toying with Ren's ears instead. He almost shied away from his touch, but- they're sensitive. It's so easy to fall for. "Maybe it's my fault.. Maybe I wasn't as present as I should have been.. Is that right?" Ren was hesitant to answer, but even so, he nodded. He's enjoying the attention.

He feels special. Like he's the worlds idol. Examining his keeper, he can hear Strade taking deep, slow breaths, and can see his pants have tightened. His bottom lip slipped under his teeth. "That's.. Right.." Spoken barely above a whisper, scooting up to hover the others hips, his eyes asking. Strade understood, a sharp smiling finding his face.

The hand Strade used to rub Ren's ear moved, gripping his hair instead and pulling his face in- cheek resting against his pants, Ren releasing a brief grunt. It isn't very often he gets to indulge in regular, common, arguably vanilla sex, so it's an occurrence cherished. "Mmmm..." A low hum, watching Ren's hand come up, resting gripped on his belt. "You're hungry, aren't you?" A pleading nod. But that's not good enough. His hair was gripped tighter, head lightly shook. "Aren't you?"

"Y-Yes.."

"Mm, sure you are~.." He began to grind against his face, making the foxes mouth drop open- hearty breathing coming from his throat.

"P-Please, please-" The longer Strade is distracted, the longer he is safe. And yet... He can't help but play his own game. This man, with his pretty honey eyes and rough, vile hands has a way of capturing him whole. His thighs are pinched together and rotating, grinding the air as warm, romantic feelings tickle his special-spots. He did this to avoid Strade putting his hands on him- but now, it's all he wants.

"Ooh.. I would love too. But you've been bad, haven't you?" He pulled the beasts face off of him.

He whines loudly. "I'll be good, I'll be good from now on I promise-! Just- Please, Strade, please, please-" Though he says he'll behave, Ren finds himself pulling against Strade's hand in favor of nuzzling back into his trousers, feeling the shapes underneath twitch upon contact. Strade hissed and began unbuckling his belt, making Ren smile wider than he had the whole week. "Th-Thank you-"

---SMUT WARNING !!!---

(Will be safe at next red barrier!!!)

"-Don't start that yet, tod." He spoke in malice. He knows Ren can't control himself, mouth practically watering at the idea of being presented with his shaft. But as he pulled his pants and briefs down- member bobbing- he leaned away from the beastkin. Hearts formed in Ren's eyes, Strade lightly hissed at the cold air. And... Torment. Ren reached and grabbed hold, only to receive a loud slap in response. "I said don't start any of that! You still don't have permission."

Ren began to nod, rubbing his thighs together with short, quiet whimpers slipping from his lips. "Wh-What do I have to do?"

Strade leaned down and removed the others glasses, setting them aside before resting his heavy, warm shaft on his face, lightly dragging it up and down. Ren gasped in delight, squeezing hold on the bathtub. "I want you to admit what you've done wrong. Tell me.. Why were you downstairs?"

"I-I-" Oh god. If he says anything, he could get punished twice as hard later on. But he can't lie! ...He swallowed his fear. "I we-went down to pick at the body, I-I'm so hungry, Strade.."

"You're hungry?"

"I'm hungry.."

He felt Strade continue to rub. He pulled his member lower, bringing a hand to help guide his tip to Ren's mouth. "Then eat.."

Permission. Almost immediately, Ren opened his mouth wide and closed it around his 'caretakers' cock, suckling and whimpering with pleasure. He transitioned between sucking, to pumping, to licking- anything he could think of to consume this delicious, generous treat he's been given. Above, Strade couldn't keep his mouth shut, softly groaning into the air- feeling Ren's soft hands bury into his clothes to cup and massage his testicles. Leaning his hips forward while resting his hands on his hips, he simply stood and enjoyed as Ren worked. "Aahh... Tighter.." His voice was so gentle. Ren began to squeeze down on his balls, rolling his thumbs into them while bobbing his head, humming with nothing but delight.

Ren's mind-fog was quickly cleared after feeling Strade's brute hands find the back of his head. He could hardly get a thought in before his throat was forced open, immediately gagging against the others skin. His full length was dragging in and out of Ren's mouth, uncontrollably moaning and whining in both distress and pleasure. His claws gripped his keepers hips to cope, listening closely to Strade's rough husky grunts and gasps- he's close.

And yet, deprived him of climax.

He pulled out before he could blow, leaving Ren's mouth with a pop. Both of them panting, one much harder than the other, made way for Strade to continue. "Stand up." He ordered, watching Ren and his shaky legs lift himself up. "Turn around." He gestured a spinning motion with his hand, stepping into the tub with him. He shoved the fox against the wall and held him there by the nape of his neck, forcing his shorts down- leaving Ren to sigh lovingly, poking his butt out for attention- attention he got quick. Strade stepped close and forced himself inside, Ren gripping the tiles on the wall, burying a yell into his arm at the rough, burning sensation. It hurt like a bitch, but it also felt so good to be filled.

"Arm down!" An order that didn't have to be spat twice. Ren moved his arm and rolled his neck, beginning to moan and cry into the open air, coating over the sound of skin smacking skin. He was bleeding, but it made for excellent lubricant- only making Strade faster, slamming into him stronger, forcing him still with a hand gripping Ren's hip, his other pulling tight on his tail.

He loved the sound of his helpless howls. The pain mixed with the pleasure- his punishment for misbehaving, and his reward for being honest. They stayed like this for several minutes. The pain had eventually melted away into overwhelming, vibrant enjoyment, Ren grabbing at the wall for some kind of support. Strade, feeling himself about to pop, came closer and dug his nails into Ren's hips, lifting his feet off the ground for a closer position, slamming and railing into his entrance while dry heaving under the others loud moans and pleasure-sobs. Strade let out a deep, coarse growl as he came, filling Ren up enough to leak once he pulled out.

His knees shivered. About to lean for his shorts to finish up, Ren was interrupted- Strade forcibly turning him around- now facing each other. "Take a seat." He gestured to the toilet. Back to square one. Shuffling weakly out of the tub, he plopped down on the toilet lid, looking to the older man for further instructions. He was told to stay. Strade fixed his clothing and exited the room, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

He is still hungry. And now his body hurts- still shaking off the after-jitters. In a way, he feels disappointed in himself. How easily he caved, welcoming with open arms another way for this man to hurt him. It was almost sad. Almost.

Soon enough, Strade rejoined him, a handheld camera in hand. Ren knows the differences between his personal and "professional" filming equipment- solace coming from knowing this little thing is personal. it was filming, and it was on him. "Touch yourself.. Finish for me.." His breath was laced throughout his words.

Happily.

Ren shuddered and lightly grabbed his own member, still hard and undone. He whined upon stroking himself, panting softly- wearing the best suitable expression for Strade's pretty movie. His voice became light and pampered, spreading his knees and holding his hips out for the best view, releasing short moans, one for every tight pump. Strade wore a devious grin, hardly watching the camera screen, keeping his eyes locked directly onto Ren instead, infatuated with the ridges along his cock, the pretty, shiny bead of precum resting off his tip. His sounds became more desperate, a hopeless buck of his hips- rolling his head back to rest. Soon enough, his body began to jerk and flinch, voice sounding strained and whiny- and finally, a pop, releasing thick strings of semen onto the floor. Strade breathed deeply as a result. The camera, after getting a shot of the mess on the tiles and Ren's blushing face, was shut off and tucked away.

---SMUT OVER. SAFETY ZONE !!!---

Strade took extra care in cleaning each of them up, resewing some plucked stitches during the excitement for his fox. Dressed, tired, entirely worn out, and emotionally exhausted, Ren clung to his keeper, being carried to the master bedroom. This is a rare moment of calm. Stillness. He was set down upon the bed, Strade moving back for him to get cozy on his own. It's always such a privilege laying in this specific bed. It smells like him.. He can find loose hair on the pillows, discarded, not-yet-washed laundry in the hamper- despite the crimes that have been committed on this mattress, it still brings him comfort.

Ren was then left alone. Just.. Allowed to sleep in the big bed. Allowed to rest up and recover after such violence, and the trauma of betrayal. Looking at the patched wound on his arm, he can't help but feel his eyes sting, snuggling into the pillow to soothe himself.

Ren was not a person right now. Not to Strade. He was something to enjoy. Like taking your favorite stuffed animal to bed with you, this is exactly what he did- arriving back to the room with a bowl of snacks, making the foxes ears perk up. He nestled into bed next to him, inviting a cuddle- and a pick at the bowl. "Don't be greedy, now. Eat something.."

Snuggling in bed. Watching TV. Running by a 'one for you, two for me' policy on the treats- not that Ren minded, he got to have something in his belly. It was... Nice. It won't last long, he knows it won't- but for the time he has it, a nice Strade, he's going to enjoy it.

#Sinday #boyfriend to death rp #boyfriend to death #btd #btd fic #boyfriend to death fic #sinday fic #//AAH HOPE I DID A GOOD JOB #//HAPPY SINDAY

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sevens-evan · 2 years

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8 for bees <3

i've been reading a LOT of beacon bees lately so here's beacon bees. somewhere in between v1 and v2 i think???? not my most original work here but it's good. also it got a little out of hand i did not mean for it to be this long

Yang pushes open the door to the team RWBY dorm room, whistling idly as she does so. She and Blake have the evening to themselves tonight, and Yang has plans for it. Plans that involve an action movie that had come out last month that Yang had been meaning to see, as well as Blake’s bed, both of their pajamas, and maybe some cuddling if Yang can swing it. That’s been happening occasionally since Blake told them all about her past and revealed what hides under that bow of hers. Yang isn’t sure what to make of it—cute girl in her arms is obviously a plus, and said cute girl being her incredibly beautiful and mysterious partner doesn’t hurt either. It’s just that it’s all…a little complicated. Yang is a little afraid of her own feelings when it comes to Blake. She’s never had a crush this big before, this prominent and impossible to ignore. Yang just doesn’t know how Blake feels, or if it would work out, or how their team dynamic would handle it if it didn’t—or did, for that matter.

So. Complicated.

But Yang is simply not going to worry about that right now. She is going to take advantage of their night alone to watch a silly movie and spend time with her partner, and maybe look up on her scroll if it’s offensive to ask to touch a Faunus’ trait, because she really wants to touch Blake’s ears.

(She has the feeling that it probably is offensive.)

Plans for the evening firmly in mind, Yang closes the door behind her and flicks on the room light.

Immediately, there’s movement in the corner. Yang’s gaze flicks to it, and her heart jolts when she spots the source. Blake is tucked into the corner of the room, between the end of her bed and the desk. She’s sitting on the floor, her knees drawn up to her chest and one arm wrapped around them. In response to the sudden illumination of the room, her other hand has drawn the blade of Gambol Shroud and pointed it at Yang.

“Blake,” Yang says hesitantly. “Uh…hi?” Blake says nothing. Her eyes are wide as she stares up at Yang. Yang doesn’t see a whole lot of recognition in them. Whatever Blake thinks she’s looking at, it isn’t Yang. “Okay,” Yang says. “Uh…I’m gonna turn the light off again. Is that okay?” Blake says nothing. She does not lower the sword. Yang takes a risk and assumes that means yes. Blake had the lights off before; maybe it was comforting or something. Come to think of it, Blake can probably see just fine in the dark.

Yang cannot. She’s halfway through flicking the light switch off when she realizes that she’s put herself in a closed room, with the lights off, with a highly trained Huntress-slash-White-Fang-ex-terrorist with a sword.

Well. If I die it’s not the worst way I could go out.

“Is that better?” Yang says into the dark room. Blake does not respond. Yang hears the sound of metal rasping against metal, and hopes it’s the sound of Gambol Shroud being sheathed, and not the sound of Yang’s incoming doom.

After a long few seconds, Yang is pretty sure Blake isn’t coming to kill her, and she says, “Do you mind if I sit with you?”

Finally, Blake breaks her silence.

“Not too close.”

“Okay,” Yang says. “I’ll just sit down by the bed, okay?” Blake says nothing, and as slowly and obviously as she can, Yang begins to move. It’s not completely dark in the room; some light is coming through the window, even with the shades drawn. Yang can make out the shape of the bunk beds, the outline of the desks. Blake is a shadow in the corner, her gold eyes reflecting the light as she watches Yang move.

Yang finds the end of the bunk beds and slowly sits down on the floor, putting her back against the bedpost. Blake is still several feet away, but Yang is close enough now to hear her breathing: quiet, labored, short gasps that don’t sound relaxing in the slightest. Yang bites down the urge to tell her to take deep breaths. She doesn’t think it would be helpful at the moment.

Yang doesn’t watch Blake, though she can feel Blake’s eyes on her. She doesn’t speak. She just sits, staring across the room at Ruby and Weiss’s beds, and waits for Blake.

Eventually, it pays off. Blake crawls slowly, hesitantly, out of her corner and to Yang’s side. She curls up against her, head resting on Yang’s shoulder. Yang hesitates. She doesn’t want to assume, doesn’t want to make things worse or scare Blake off. But it really seems like Blake wants this, so Yang takes a risk and puts her arm around Blake’s shoulders.

Immediately, Blake collapses into her like a deflating balloon. Despite the situation, Yang has to suppress a laugh. Her dignified, suave, mysterious partner, who Yang still finds intimidating, going utterly limp in her arms. It’s ridiculous.

Blake’s breathing begins to even out, and eventually, she raises her head and says, “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Yang says. “What happened?” Blake sighs.

“Nothing important.”

“I mean, that’s not true, obviously.”

“It is.” Blake shakes her head. “It wasn’t…I was just reminded of something. That’s all.” Yang wonders what Blake might’ve been reminded of to terrify her so completely, and so specifically. Yang has seen Blake scared before. She’s never seen her pressed into a corner and unable to speak. It’s a unique kind of terror that could make someone want to hide like that. “We were going to watch a movie tonight, right? I’ll turn the lights back on—“

“Blake.” Yang catches her partner by the wrist as Blake starts to rise to her feet. Blake turns, looking down at her. Yang can’t make out the details of her face, only the shadowed outline of her jaw and the reflective glint of her eyes in the darkness. “Would you feel safer with the lights off?” Yang is genuinely asking. Blake had looked so gone in the few moments Yang had the room light on. She doesn’t want to risk triggering that again.

“It’s fine,” Blake says. “You can’t see like this.”

“I can see a movie just fine,” Yang says with a shrug. “Blake, I—“ She can’t think of a way to pull this conversation back into the familiar land of banter, so honesty it is. “You’re upset,” Yang says, even though upset doesn’t really cover it. “We don’t have to talk about it, and I still want to hang out tonight if you do, but I don’t want you to pretend like this didn’t happen. Okay? You don’t have to pretend to be alright around me.”

Blake looks down at her for a long moment. Yang wishes she could see Blake’s expression. Not that it would be readable anyways; Blake is so damn inscrutable all the time. It must be exhausting.

“Okay,” Blake finally says. “I’ll set up the movie on my scroll. Just…get in bed and wait for me?” Yang’s brain tries to run away with that sentence, but she stops it before it can get anywhere too interesting. Not the time. Very much not the time.

“I’ll be right here,” Yang says, getting to her feet only to immediately flop into Blake’s bed behind her. She lies there with her arms open, waiting for Blake to join her.

Later, the movie playing quietly in the background, Blake says, "Thank you." Yang glances over at her. They're half-sitting against the wall on Blake's bed, legs tucked up in front of them, not quite cuddling but not too far from it.

"For what?" Yang says, even though she has a pretty good idea what Blake is talking about.

"For earlier," Blake says. "I...have to face it myself. I always have to face it myself. But...you help. You're safe, and I know that, and it helps." She shuts her mouth firmly and returns her eyes to the scroll in their laps, where some ridiculous explosion is occurring. Yang tries to process Blake's words—probably the most emotion Blake has expressed since the fight with Weiss that drove her away in the first place, and certainly more than she tended to express before that—and fails. Yang can't think of anything to say in response. She only wishes she could somehow share the rising tide of warmth in her chest, let Blake understand how Yang feels about the thought of getting to help her.

But Yang can't do that, so she settles for saying, "You're welcome."

#bumbleby #rwby #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #my fics #fic: bumbleby #professorspork #answered

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a-fantastic-time · 5 months

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From out of no-where, Ruby felt something sting and stab into her, causing her to drop to the floor as whatever it was numbed her entire body, she couldn't move or speak, only move her eyes and barely blink.

It left her perfectly open to be used by what appeared to be a naked, big cocked Yang, and Weiss & Blake, also naked, but with no cocks, something about the three seemed possessed, like something was making them act this way, but thanks to the lack of struggle, it meant Weiss and Blake could place Ruby onto one of the beds with her legs open for Yang to start fucking her.

[It's Grimm possession in regards to Yang, Weiss, and Blake.]

Each of the older members of team RWBY had black eyes, with red irises. A smile on each of their faces as they giggled and pinned the young teen down. Weiss suddenly shoved her lips against Ruby's own and kissed her passionately. Blake leaned down and began liking her cute pussy, flicking her tongue across her clit and spread lips. Yang watched in glee as she stroked her ten inch bitch breaker. Which she never showed off to her precious little sister.

After getting her all lubes up, Blake pulled away to suck on Yang's cock, the lewd sounds of her gagging and slurping all over it easily filled Ruby's ears. Only for a loud pop to be heard as the faunus girl popped her cock out from her lips. Yang then slapped her dick against her sister's folds and began forcing her self in down to the base.

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pervy-king-taijitu · 2 years

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Yang has always been an overly protective big sister and kept the boys away from Ruby. She forgot to also keep the girls away.

Jaune walked up to the door to team RWBY's dorm, where Yang was standing in front of and blocked access. "Hello, Yang. Is Ruby in?" he smiled. He held up a bouquet of red roses. "I have something for her."

"Nope." Yang snatched the flowers and dropped them next to Blake, who was reading a book while she sat on the floor. Next to the flowers and Blake was a pile of other gifts such as boxes of chocolates, more flowers, love poems, and cards. Blake continued to silently read as her girlfriend collected the 'contraband.'

"But-"

"Nope." Yang cut Jaune off. She jerked her thumb as a silent way of telling him to leave. Jaune sighed and walked off.

A few minutes later, Sun walked up to the door. "Hey! Is Ruby in there?" he smiled. He held up a banana wrapped with a red ribbon.

"Don't even think about it," Yang said and grabbed the banana.

Deciding not to test the wrath of Yang today, Sun backed away slowly.

"'Sup ladies?" Neptune grinned at the pair outside the dorm room as he walked over to them. "Mind if I go in and say 'Hi' to Ruby?"

"Not on my watch." Yang crossed her arms. "Hit the road."

"Come on, just a quick word with her?" Neptune flashed the blonde a smile, but Yang was unimpressed. She pulled out a spray bottle and dosed him with water. "Ahh!" Neptune ran down the hall in terror.

/////

In the dorm, pressed up against the shower wall, Ruby loudly moaned and kept her arms and legs wrapped around her lover. "Ah, ah, ah! Weiss~!" she held Weiss close as she rode out another orgasm.

Weiss turned Ruby's head so she could deeply kiss her. "Quiet, you dolt!" she huffed. "We don't want Yang to hear us!"

"But Weiss..." Ruby moaned and shifted her hips, enjoying the feeling of the strap-on buried inside her. "You make me feel so good." she kissed Weiss again.

"Hmph, dolt." Weiss couldn't help but smile after the kiss. She let the scythe-wielder down. As Weiss began to take the toy off, Ruby moved behind Weiss and rubbed her hands down the heiress' back and down her slender legs. With the strap-on out of the way, Weiss turned around to face Ruby.

The younger girl gave her a soft kiss before kneeling before her lover. Ruby gently ran her fingers across Weiss' pussy. Then she slowly placed kisses along Weiss' inner thigh until she reached Weiss' opening. The heiress moaned as she felt Ruby's tongue slide past her folds.

"Ah~ Ruby..." Weiss moaned and tangled her hands in the hair on top of Ruby's head. Spurred on by hearing the moans, Ruby moved her tongue deeper into Weiss. "Mmm!" Weiss tilted her head back. Next, Ruby slid her hands up her partner's legs; one hand moved around to Weiss' rear, and the other hand began to play and tease Weiss' clit. Weiss wiggled her hips as Ruby pleasured her and moaned some more.

"Now, who needs to be quiet?" Ruby paused her antics to tease her.

"Shush!" Weiss pulled Ruby's head back into her crotch. Ruby moaned and was happy to return to her work. She flicked her tongue against Weiss' clit and slid a couple of fingers inside her. She moved her fingers in and out of Weiss before adding additional fingers. "Ruby, I-" the heiress moaned and bucked her hips, wanting to feel more from her lover. "I'm close!" she warned. Ruby didn't stop her treatment, even after Weiss nearly screamed out Ruby's name. "Okay! Okay, enough..." Weiss panted and lightly pushed Ruby away.

"Aw..." Ruby giggled. She stood up and wrapped her arms around Weiss to hold her close. "Should we actually shower before Yang gets suspicious?"

"Yes. And remember to clean and pick up your toy." Weiss said, nudging the strap-on with her foot.

"Maybe I'll hide it in you later," Ruby spoke softly into Weiss' ear, causing her to blush.

#Not SFW #Smut #PKT Smut

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thebookreader12345 · 3 years

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Foster Parents

Pairing: Blake Gallo x reader

Summary: Y/N and Blake, who are both firefighters at Firehouse 51, save a little girl from a fire, and later that day, they discover that the girl’s parents didn’t make it, so both of them agree to foster her

Requested: Yes, by anonymous

Warnings: mentions of death by fire

Word Count: 1,849 Words

“Whoa whoa whoa. What is this?” Mouch asked as he entered the common room, only to find Blake and I taking up the whole couch, including his seat.

“Leave us be, Mouch. We’re tired.” My words were muffled because my face was pressed against Blake’s chest, but I’m assuming Mouch heard me well enough because he didn’t let up.

“Okay, there is one rule in this firehouse, and it’s that the one seat on the couch is mine. You guys have never broken that rule, so why are you doing it now?” Mouch questioned.

I groaned and sat up, pushing a few stray hairs out of my face. “The reason we’re trying to rest, Mouch, is because there’s a new construction project happening on the same block as our apartment, so on some nights, there’s so much noise that we can hardly sleep.” Just then, the alarm went off throughout the building, and the dispatcher announced that there was a house fire. I groaned again and stood up, stretching my arms and legs before running to the apparatus floor with Blake following close behind me. Everyone put on their gear, and we climbed into the truck ready to go. Stella turned on the engine, flicked on the lights and siren, and then we were off. A few blocks away from the fire, I could see smoke accumulating in the air, which meant this was a big one. As we pulled up to the address, I got to take in the full amount of damage. Bright orange flames were protruding from the windows on the second story, and the once white outside of the house was stained black from being burnt. As soon as we exited the truck, Matt was shouting orders.

“Kidd, you and I will take the top floor, L/N, you and Gallo take the bottom. Mouch, stay here and get the aerial ready just in case we need it,” Matt ordered. Once Blake and I put on our masks and had our gear all situated, we entered the house and started looking around the bottom floor. The first floor was barely touched by the fire, and there was only a bit of smoke that trailed down the stairs filling the rooms. After checking the kitchen, living room, dining room and bathroom and finding no bodies, Blake and I exited the house.

“Captain, the bottom floor is clear,” Blake spoke into his radio. For a few seconds, the radio was silent, but Matt finally said something back.

“Kidd and I have two victims up here. We’re bringing them out now,” Matt replied. About a minute or two later, Stella and Matt exited the house. Matt was carrying a woman in his arms, and Stella was dragging a man behind her. Both looked to be in their early 30s, but because of the severe burns on their bodies, it was hard to tell. As the paramedics went to help them out, a woman approached me.

“Did you guys get the kid out?” the woman asked me.

“I’m sorry?” I question.

“The family that lives here, the Jeffersons, they foster a daughter. She’s about 6 years old,” the woman told me. I scanned the scene, hoping to spot a little girl by the ambulances or near a firefighter, but she was nowhere to be found.

“Blake, there’s a kid in there,” I inform my boyfriend.

“All right. I’ll tell Casey,” Blake said.

“No. I’ll go get her. I’ll be right back,” I exclaim and run into the house, slipping on my mask as I ran up the stairs. I could feel the heat from the flames through my gear, but I pushed that away and continued moving. “Fire department! Call out!” I strained my ears to listen if someone responded, but I didn’t hear anyone. I poked my head through a few doors, and at the end of the hallway, I came across a child’s bedroom. If there was still a little girl in here, she had to be hiding in her room. “Fire department! If anyone is here, please call out.” That’s when I heard a whimper coming from under the bed, so I got down on my knees and peaked to see what was there. In front of me was a little girl with blonde hair, which was partially black from the soot, and she was holding a stuffed rabbit tightly to her chest. I pulled off my mask so that she could see my face, and I knew that wasn’t the best idea considering there was smoke everywhere, but if I was going to get her out of here, then this was the best plan. “Hi. I’m Y/N. Can you tell me your name?”

“Sarah,” the girl responded softly.

“Hey, Sarah. I’m a firefighter,” I tell her. “I need you to climb out from under the bed for me.”

Sarah shook her head and clutched her plushie even tighter. “It’s too scary out there.”

“I know how scared you are right now, but you and I have to get out of here. It’s too dangerous. You’ll be with me the whole time, and I promise I won’t let you get hurt. I just need you to come with me,” I explain. Sarah hesitated for a moment, but soon nodded and crawled out from under the bed. I lifted her into my arms and wrapped my coat around her to keep her face safe from the smoke, and once I grabbed my mask from the floor, I began making my way out of the house. It didn’t take long for us to get out of the house, and as soon as I did, I brought Sarah over to Sylvie and Emily. “Sarah, this is Sylvie and Emily. They’re going to take good care of you.” I set Sarah down and went to go back to my job, but Sarah reached out and grabbed ahold of my hand.

“Can you stay with me? Please,” Sarah begged. Sarah was practically shaking, and the way she was looking at me broke me.

“Of course I’ll stay with you,” I answer. As Sylvie and Brett loaded the stretcher into the back of the ambulance, I turned to my radio. “Captain, I’m heading with the little girl to Med.”

“Copy that. We’ll meet you there later,” Matt responded. I then climbed into the back of the ambulance, and we sped off towards the hospital.

......................................

“Hey. We got here as fast as we could. How’s the little girl doing?” Blake asked and pecked my lips, the rest of Truck 81 right behind him.

“Uh, good. Miraculously, she just had some minor smoke inhalation. Dr. Manning said she would be fine. I haven’t heard about the parents though,” I disclose. At that moment, Dr. Halstead walked into the lobby and made his way over to us. Maybe he had news about the parents.

“Hey, everyone. The parents both had severe 3rd degree burns on more than 50% of their bodies, and major smoke inhalation. I’m sorry, but there was nothing we could do,” Will informed us.

“Wait a minute. You’re saying they’re dead?” I question. Will nodded. “What about Sarah? Where’s she going to go?”

“Well, she’s in the foster system, so we’ve got to call social services down to take her,” Will answered.

I sighed. “Okay. Mind if I sit with her while we wait for them to get here?”

Will shook his head. “Not at all.”

“I’ll come with,” Blake spoke and took ahold of my hand, intertwining our fingers. I smiled at the action, and together, Blake and I walked to the conference room Sarah was waiting in. Her stuffed rabbit was sitting on the table in front of her as she colored on a piece of paper.

“Hey, Sarah. Have you heard about your parents?” I quiz.

She nodded. “I was only with them for a few weeks,” Sarah whispered and traded her blue crayon for a purple one.

“I’m sorry. This is Blake, my boyfriend. We’re just going to sit with you while the hospital calls over some people to help find you a new home,” I tell her.

“Okay,” Sarah said. After about a half an hour, social services arrived to take Sarah. It was hard seeing her go. Even if I had just known her for a little bit, I felt a connection with her. Blake had also seemed to take a liking to her, and while we had been sitting in the conference room, he made her laugh and helped her figure out what to draw next. Just as Sarah and the agent, Mrs. Delores, were about to leave the room, Blake and I shared a look. Blake had lost his family to a fire, and I was no stranger to death. My father had just died last year. We knew what it was like losing parents, and we didn’t want Sarah to end up jumping from home to home.

“Wait!” I call out, stopping Mrs. Delores from exiting the room. “What if we take her.”

“I’m sorry?” Mrs. Delores questioned.

“Blake and I, we could take her. We’ve got stable jobs, and when we’re on shift, my mother could watch Sarah. I know we’re not certified or anything, but Sarah knows and trusts us. If there is any way for this to work, Blake and I would like to foster her,” I state.

Mrs. Delores looked over to Blake. “You’re okay with this?”

“I am,” Blake replied.

“Well, it’ll take about 3-4 months before you can get approved,” Mrs. Delores pointed out.

“I have a friend who can take care of that. Please, Mrs. Delores,” I plead.

“This is unethical, but I see that you really want to take care of Sarah. And we’ll have to schedule a house check sometime this week,” Mrs. Delores added.

“Done,” I say.

“All right then. You guys can take Sarah home,” Mrs. Delores declared.

One Week Later...

It had been one week since we had started fostering Sarah. Because Matt had been an alderman, he knew people that could speed up the foster parent process for us, so, as of now, Blake and I were official foster parents. Currently, Blake, Sarah and I were all relaxing on the couch watching a movie before bed. I was snuggled up against Blake’s left side, and Sarah was laying on his right, her head resting on his lap. She had been asleep for about 10 minutes and was snoring softly.

“I’m glad we did this,” I tell Blake.

“Me too,” Blake agreed and leaned over to press a chaste kiss to my lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I reply. “Now, which one of us is going to be the bad guy and wake her up?”

“I guess I will, but if we’re going to make this work, we’ve got to take turns. I will not be forever known as the bad guy,” Blake confessed.

I smiled. “Deal.” I know that Blake and I were pretty young to be parenting a child, but in my mind, we were already amazing at it. Sure, we had a lot to learn, but as long as we work together to make sure Sarah is happy, everything will be all right.

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zackcrazyvalentine · 2 years

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☕ Coffee date, dinner date, or movie date?

*puts a reverse uno card down*

...

I'm so sorry... You have so many OCs BUT I WANNA KNOW ;;;;

IEJRHGTRGFO VERY WELL THEN!!!

Let's see~

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🐐 Thais Adamante 🌼

Thais hummed as she pondered her answer. As seconds passed by, you could see her brows furrowing and lips forming a pout. "Museum dates? Botanical garden dates? Picnics? Hello, where are they?!" She wasn't too pleased with the selection to choose from, it seems.

At last, the goat sighed and was ready to answer.

"I suppose coffee dates are my pick. Dinner is a close one, though." She looked to the side and fidgeted with her fingers. "Coffee over dinner because I'm a little embarrassed to eat in front of someone I'm interested in..." Thais whispered.

"Anyways," She continued with a polite smile, "A talk over a warm drink is a wonderful way to spend time with someone. It's just you two, with the sounds of the world as background music~"

🐇 Blake O'Hare-Hill ❤

"I'm afraid I'm also split into two options." The bunny confessed while scratching the back of his head.

"If there's a horror movie or book adaptation currently showing, then a movie date is my go-to!" Blake nodded. "It gets even more interesting if my date is also interested in books or horror." He giggled, ears flicking cutely.

"But if there's nothing interesting in the theater, a coffee date it is." He exposed his second option. "It's a great way to know a person, ask all sort of things to decide if it goes or you should say goodbye."

"I do think I prefer movie dates, though, so let's say that's my definitive pick." The dark haired smiled sweetly.

💜 Onaga Sei 🌫

You could see he was deep in thought at the three options. Eyes squinted, back slouched, hand rubbing his chin.

"Movies... Good: the room is dark. Bad: the screen is sometimes too bright, and volume can sometimes be too high." Sei hummed while thinking. "I don't like coffee, too bitter."

"Then, it's settled..."

Sei answered: "Dinner date."

He looked around for a moment before realizing he should probably back up the decision. "Uhm... I know the movies would be the best pick for someone like me, who dwells in the dark, but that is not my case." He shook his head.

"Dinner date... food... calm atmosphere. Less people tend to flock into restaurants than to cafés, right? At least I think so." Sei shrugged. "The quieter surroundings will make it easier for them to hear me.... and food! There will be food, I like food... and its textures."

With a cute silly smile, the eel reiterated: "Dinner date!"

💥 Xeron Bhatt 🌺

He looked composed, but in reality there were booting up sounds going through his head.

"A date?" He muttered after a while. "What... exactly do you... do in one?" Oh... He was completely lost.

His hands were shaking from how nervous and ashamed he felt. "Should I just, ehm, pick what I like to do? Can-Can I take what I like to do with friends as reference?"

Bhatt took another couple of minutes to decide.

"Yeah, I think I've decided."

One hand messed with his hair while the other played with the hem of his sweater vest. "Dinner date. Sharing food is... some-... something lovely to do, y'know? A talk over dinner is nice, too." He felt his face burn up at his answer.

Let's leave it here before the boy actually combusts~

🌑 Koron Admante 🔥

"No concert or festival going? Ah, what a shame~" The 3rd year said in mock disappointment.

Koron listed every option:

"Coffee date? Nah, cafés are a little boring."

"Dinner date? Oof, no, I'd have to dress a little more formally and that's uncomfortable. Plus, it's never guaranteed the food will be good."

A smile painted his lips. "The movies, huh? Now we're talking~"

He crossed his arms and nodded. "A movie date is good enough for me. It's definitely the most exciting of the three we have." The boy tilted his head to the side a little and smirked handsomely. "You know me, I like to have fun and be active~. Regardless of the genre, movies capture my attention and hit with emotion riiight when it's needed. Soundtracks are also what I look forward to!"

"A movie date it is. Let me treat you to one, why don't you~? Popcorn, nachos, and drink included~" He finished off with a wink and chuckle.

🎮 Jet Fletcher 👥

"No dates." He simply answered. "It's a waste of time."

The question was asked once more

"NO. Dates." Jet was annoyed now. "Don't you know how to take 'no' for an answer?"

The question was asked once more

"NO stupid dates!!"

The question wa-

"ALRIGHT, FINE!!" He threw his hands up in defeat.

"What idiotic date I choose? The stupid movies! There we go! Now, stop pestering me!"

Why is that your cho-

"You need a why?!" He was fuming. "Because Koron picked it and I want to be like him! Because I can sleep on my date in the dark! Because I can sneak out whenever I want! There you have it, happy?!

Jet pushed past the asker in a fury. "Ugh, romance is so annoying!"

🖤 Xion Oum 🖋

The dark haired looked at the fuming blond stomping away. A finger pointed at Jet's retreating form. "He picked it because he enjoys stories and likes to discuss them."

The same finger he used to point at his friend was redirected to point at himself. "And me? I like coffee dates. They're peaceful and allow conversations much easier than movies or dinner."

Zion shrugged. "Simple question, simple answer."

🌟 Tzuriel 🔮

A playful smile painted the boy's lips. "Why the sudden question, dear? Are you, perchance, interested in yours truly~?" He twirled a strand of platinum hair between his fingers.

With a wave of his free hand, he said, "Oh, I jest, I jest~ Don't worry!" Tzuriel chuckled. "I have my answer ready for you."

"I like dinner dates, specially if they are in fancy restaurants." Lilac eyes fluttered shut. "Good food, a light talk, maybe even splurge a bit on a couple of drinks?" Opening a single eye, he noticed your confused face. "Why, of course I have a 100% legit fake ID for some tipsy fun! But not a word about it, yes?"

He clapped of his hands once. "There you have it, the type of date I like. I hope this answer satisfies your curiosity."

"Now... what did everyone else say? I know some people that would kill for this information~" He said behind an angelic smile.

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AAAAAAA THANK YOU FOR YOUR ASK!!!

Hope it was enjoyable to read jfdkdlk

It was fun to think about!

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Inspired by prompts submitted to @unsteadyshade on tumblr (here), that I reblogged earlier, or AO3 (here). Also, yes, I'm very much American but I decided to use the non-American lingo in regards to soccer here. Don't look at me expecting logic, my friends, I just do what the winds of whimsy tell me.

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Blake pulled the hotel door shut behind her, following after her teammate and best friend who was further down the hall and carrying their tote bags. While she didn’t hold the same superstitious beliefs, Yang swore up and down they’d lose unless they brought along their ‘lucky’ practice ball; after going back to retrieve it, the woman seemed satisfied and started walking towards the elevator while Blake caught up. “This is ridiculous, you know that right?”

“Hey, don’t sass me; we’ve never lost a road game when we’ve had the ball,” Yang said, already wearing her keeper jersey, the material stretched a bit thin over her muscled frame. It had seen better days but, much like the ball, the woman refused to replace it, especially during their run up to the championship. “A little extra luck can’t hurt anyone. Except the other team, I guess.”

“It can make us late, though,” she said, one of her ears flicking back as one of the doors they passed opened and closed- had to be other patrons of the hotel, seeing as the rest of their team was already downstairs by the bus. “Which would mean we forfeit.”

“We’re not running that late,” Yang replied, throwing a grin her way. Then, lilac eyes were drawn behind them and lingered a moment before her lips pulled into a very specific smirk. Blake knew that smirk- it was the ‘oh, I’ve got an idea, you might not like it but you’re gonna do it’ expression, because aside from being one of the best keepers in the region, Yang Xiao Long was also ridiculously persuasive. Dangerously so, in fact. “Hey. Toss me the ball.”

“Your hands are full.”

“Wasn’t going to use my hands.”

Blake narrowed her eyes, vividly remembering the last time someone tried doing agility drills down a hotel hallway, and picked up on the subtle look behind them. After a few more steps, she turned to say something about the game to Yang as an excuse to glance behind them. And then, it all made sense.

A bit further down the hallway were two women, both of whom were dressed in sharp business attire, and the moment Blake returned her attention to Yang, she pointed at herself and mouthed the word ‘tall’ with a wink.

“C’mon, toss me the ball,” Yang said, coming to a stop.

Blake glanced at her watch and, although a touch reluctant, decided they had enough time for a little demonstration. Tossing the ball towards Yang, she stepped back to lean against the wall while the woman started juggling while still carrying both totes. With her best friend as a distraction, Blake could take a longer look at the women Yang was trying to impress, and realized a few things, chiefly: they weren’t just any business women following behind them.

They were the Schnee sisters.

Atlesian elites, borderline nobility, some of the richest and most powerful people in the world; the Schnee sisters were in the news for one reason or another practically every day. Blake was more familiar with the attitude and mentality of the younger sister, Weiss Schnee, because it was her actions that Blake, as a faunus, found most… interesting. All the way up until she assumed control of her family’s company, the woman didn’t seem much at odds with the stuffy, bigoted, narrow minded people found in her social circle. After, though, she not only did an unapologetic one-eighty in the other direction, she became so aggressively progressive that it created a wide schism in the highest echelons of Atlesian society. More than once, she’d deployed the surprisingly well equipped private SDC security forces to protect protestors from Atlesian police and military personnel, and paid an exorbitant amount of money to keep those protestors out of jail, either by paying off bonds or hiring attorneys. In a relatively short amount of time, she’d become a juggernaut for social changes, and the careful monopoly her scheming father had built became the ultimate tool for exacting those changes.

Blake could admire the woman’s sense of justice as well as her commitment to it.

The elder, though, she only knew by name. Winter Schnee stood on her sister’s side when it came to social issues and did something tangentially related to the SDC but, beyond that, the details were a blur. She’d never heard Yang mention either sister in anything more than a passing comment while they pursued the news together waiting for flights, certainly nothing she could recall that would explain why the woman wanted Winter’s attention specifically. However, it also wasn’t out of the ordinary for Yang to show off a bit for pretty ladies when presented the opportunity.

By the time Blake had made a decision herself, Yang had run through every trick she knew and had popped the ball up to balance on her chest. She motioned for the woman to pass the ball, which earned her a raised brow at first before lilac eyes twinkled and she popped her shoulders back to set the ball in motion.

Blake caught it before it hit the ground with her foot, stalling the ball’s momentum entirely for a moment before she began juggling herself. For her, it was less a skill she’d developed for showing off as one of honing control of her body and the ball, but she knew a few tricks, moving slightly away from the wall so she could juggle the ball in a circle around her while still facing Yang. It meant juggling with her heel behind her back briefly but she managed it without losing control and that prompted a low murmur from their audience. Impressively, she couldn’t make out the words, which made her think the speaker specifically didn’t want her to hear.

After transitioning between using her feet and knees, the faunus popped the ball up high enough for her head to get under it, her feline ears laying flat against her skull to prove she wasn’t using them to help her balance the ball in place, which earned a brief chuckle from Yang. Then, she began bouncing it atop her head while moving her head just so to get the ball rotating before allowing it to roll off her head so she could catch it with her foot.

With a glance to confirm Yang was prepared, Blake passed her the ball, and the two of them traded it for a while, trying to catch the other off guard to make the eventual save and pass even more impressive. It was a show of control and dexterity and, had they planned it, would’ve had a better end to the display. Unfortunately, a short pass from Yang resulted in both of them trying to save it, which sent the ball bouncing harmlessly down the hall until it came to a stop at Winter’s feet.

Then again, given the glint in Yang’s eye, perhaps that was her intention. “Oh, sorry about that. We’re just… warming up.”

With a jerk of her head, the faunus realized her friend was requesting some back-up. “Yes, we, uh… are on our way to a game. The semi-finals, actually.”

“We can probably get ya seats, if you want.” A nonchalant shrug. “You should come watch us play.”

The sisters exchanged a look then. The elder, questioning, and the younger… Blake couldn’t put a word to that look. It was equal parts goading and secretive, and perhaps something else dancing in blue eyes. She would need a lot more time to decipher that look.

And she found herself wanting it.

Then, without a word, Winter put her foot on top of the ball and rolled it back, popped it up, and… began juggling with just as much precision as they’d displayed. Except, unlike them- bedecked in jerseys, loose shorts, and tennis shoes- she was doing it in a form fitting pants suit and dress shoes, hampering her mobility somewhat though it hardly impacted her performance, executing all the tricks Yang had done. Then, she passed it to her sister, who, in high heels and a skirt, proceeded to do the same, keeping many of the tricks low so her skirt wouldn’t ride up. Which, of course, meant she had less room to manipulate the ball, had to move faster to get into position to execute each trick, and when she did a version of Blake’s around the world one, the faunus felt her mouth pop open in astonishment.

Once satisfied, Weiss passed the ball back to her sister, who caught it one handed.

“We appreciate the invitation. However...” Winter tossed the ball, hard enough that it hit Yang’s chest before the keeper thought to catch it. “We unfortunately have a prior engagement that requires our attention.”

The sisters began walking past the gobsmacked footballers and Blake didn’t miss the look Weiss directed her way as she spoke. “After you’ve won your game, perhaps you’ll join us in the hotel’s hot tub?”

Blake didn’t notice how close they were to their floor’s elevator until Winter reached over and pushed the button to call a car. “Unless, of course, you have your own post victory traditions that take precedence.”

Yang just shook her head while Blake managed to find her voice. “No. We don’t. Have traditions, I mean.”

“Excellent,” Weiss said, stepping into the car the moment the doors twanged open and hitting a button inside, smiling in a way that… well… Blake would call it seductive in another setting and found herself hard pressed not to call it that now. “We’ll see you there. Don’t be late.”

When the doors closed, both Blake and Yang were left standing in the hallway, both just… recovering from how mentally unprepared they were for their tricks to be used against them to great effect. After another moment, Yang turned to look at her, holding up the ball.

“Lucky. Ball.”

Blake resolved to not argue that point and instead focus on winning the game, ushering her teammate towards the stairs rather than waiting for the next car.

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Weiss leaned back against the wall of the elevator. While they’d chosen to book this particular hotel for their business trip specifically because their favorite football team would be staying there, and they’d opted to not use the penthouse suite because they wanted a chance to catch glimpses of the team while going to and from meetings, neither expected to meet their personal favorite players in the hallway like that. Weiss had followed Blake’s career since college and, while responsibilities had prevented her from attending as many games as she would’ve liked, she always recorded them and watched them later. Up until the encounter in the hallway, that was how she and Winter had planned to spend their evening.

Now, though…

“Would it be inappropriate for me to bring her jersey to the hot tub in the hopes she’ll sign it?”

Winter made a considering noise. “Bring the jersey, leave a suitable pen in the room.”

“How would that accomplish her signing it?”

“Invite her back to the room.” Her elder sister smiled, and a twinkle in her eyes spoke to the crude humor of a former soldier. “I’ll be… elsewhere tonight.”

“Spare me the details,” she replied as they reached the ground floor. “... but thank you for the idea.”

As a general rule, Weiss was never overly fond of business meetings, but she found herself looking forward to the end of this one more than usual, if only to see where the night led.

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Blake pushed out a nervous breath as she and Yang made their way towards the hotel’s pool area. The game itself ended in a shootout and while Blake had made the final goal that secured them a berth to the finals, she couldn’t relax quite yet. Post game celebrations usually involved Blake joining the rest of the team for a glass of champagne or a toast of some sort before the others prepared for a night on the town to celebrate the win. Most of the time, Yang went with them, leaving the faunus plenty of time to wind down with a book of her choice and a peacefully quiet hotel room. Even on the odd occurrence when Yang didn’t join the others, the blonde still found other ways of occupying herself that preserved Blake’s quiet.

So, rushing back to the hotel room to change into their swimwear before the hotel shut down their pool was a major break from their normal routine, and knowing they’d be going to meet two very beautiful and apparently incredibly talented women… well, she was just a touch nervous.

Unfortunately, her best friend didn’t share that anxiety.

“One piece or bikini?”

“What?”

“Which do you think they’re wearing?” The blonde shrugged, the tips of her hair brushing the back of her neck. Normally, Yang wore her hair down or in a thick braid for games, but seeing as she didn’t have the energy to deal with drying her hair again after the quick post game shower they’d rushed through. “I’m hoping Winter’s wearing a bikini or a two piece. She’s gotta have some abs, right?”

“You have an eight pack; what does it matter to you if she has abs?”

“It’s about the commitment.” With a smirk, she gestured towards her own abs, prominently on display thanks to her yellow bikini top. Along with a darkening bruise around her left eye, there were bruises along her ribs from a few sliding tackles that had almost sidelined the keeper entirely, but Yang was a bit tougher than their opponents expected. “It takes work to get these and keep ‘em.”

“And what’s the point of wearing a bikini top if you’re just going to wear swim trunks for bottoms?” She arched a brow, more comfortable poking holes in her best friend’s thought process than confronting reality as they neared their destination. While she, too, opted for bikini style swimwear, Blake had chosen a black top with matching bottoms and a light purple sarong around her hips. She might claim to be somewhat modest in comparison, but she was showing a bit more skin- which, rationally, she could justify because they were getting in a hot tub, not attending a gala, showing a bit of skin should be expected-

Blake shook her head, trying to calm her anxiety again.

“Gotta make her work for the goods,” Yang replied, either oblivious to or pointedly ignoring her nerves. Then again, perhaps she had a few of her own that she was hiding, considering the way she reached up to fiddle with her hair. “Besides, my bottoms always ride up. Trunks are more comfortable. Not all of us have an ass that won’t quit.”

“Not judging, I just think it’s… silly. To focus on what they’ll be wearing.”

“What else is there to think about?”

“How hard we’re going to flirt.” She pointed out, tilting her head thoughtfully. “What to say, how to say it… what result we’re hoping for.”

“Don’t overthink it, Blakey.” A laugh. “Let’s just have some fun.”

They came to a set of glass double doors that granted entry to the pool area of the hotel… at which point they realized the pool officially closed half an hour ago. Yang cursed under her breath as Blake’s shoulders slumped. They’d missed their chance, it seemed.

“Oh, Miss Belladonna? Miss Xiao Long?”

“That’s us,” Yang replied as a hotel employee approached them, already grabbing a key card attached to his lanyard and holding it up to a sensor beside the doors.

“Here. Both Miss Schnees are waiting for you.”

The footballers exchanged a look, surprised by the special treatment. True, they were quasi celebrities themselves, but this hotel handled all teams from the league, which meant they weren’t any more famous than the average patron. Then again, the Schnee sisters had quite a bit more clout than they did and could probably swing something like being given unfettered access to the pool area.

With a shrug and a smirk, Yang opened one door and they entered, spotting the sisters sitting in chairs beside the hot tub. Both were reading magazines, with fresh drinks on a table between them, and were… well… Blake found she couldn’t immediately discern their taste in swimwear because both sisters were wearing football jerseys. And not just any jerseys.

“I see you took us up on our offer,” Weiss said, getting to her feet and motioning towards the hot tub before reaching for the hem of the jersey to pull it off. At a glance, Blake could tell it was the special limited edition run from a few years ago, and her number no less. And while she would be sorely tempted to assume the woman had found one last minute, the careful way Weiss placed the jersey on the chair- not dropped or thrown carelessly- made her think otherwise. Only then did she notice the woman had opted for a light blue one piece with a single strap, leaving her upper back mostly exposed. “Splendid.”

“Congratulations on your win.” Winter also set aside her magazine and stood up, revealing she was wearing Yang’s limited edition jersey, and she took the same amount of care in removing it and setting it aside. Much to her friend’s delight, the elder of the sisters did wear a bikini of a darker blue and also sported some abs, though they lacked the definition of Yang’s. “A hard fought victory like that certainly deserves a celebration.”

As the sisters entered the hot tub, Blake looked over to Yang, who seemed equal parts excited and… intimidated- and that second one was hard. But what intimidated her ultimately evolved into a challenge and Yang never backed down from a challenge. For her part, the faunus just found herself wondering if, perhaps, they had a different idea of who needed to impress who than the sisters did.

Removing her sarong, Blake tossed it onto the chair Weiss had used and went to the hot tub, noting how the sisters had chosen to sit across from each other. She hesitated in entering, if only because she didn’t want to be too forward. Yang, of course, took the seating as a goading taunt of sorts, and settled herself in the tub hardly an arm’s length away from Winter. Probably closer than would be considered polite but neither seemed uncomfortable or surprised by the decision, so Blake opted to test the waters herself, sitting approximately the same distance away from Weiss but also across from Yang.

Almost instantly, she let out a sigh of relief; while focusing on getting to the hot tub, she’d done her best to ignore the lingering aches and pains from the game. Now, though, she could feel herself relaxing as the warmth began sinking into her muscles. Usually, she just focused on stretches before bed and had a tub of balm if that failed.

“Should probably do this more often,” Yang said, obviously relaxing herself. “Forgot how good hot tubs feel after a rough game.”

“Speaking of that, did you get checked out?” Winter gestured towards her eye. “You took a few nasty hits. I’m surprised seventeen didn’t get thrown out of the game.”

“The Vipers always play hard.” The blonde tried to shrug off the concern. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

“You took a few shots, too.” Weiss pointed out. “How’s your knee?”

“I’ve taken worse falls.” She gave a wry smile. “But I’m beginning to suspect you know that.”

“I’ll admit I’ve been a fan of yours since your college days.” The woman shrugged one shoulder, feigning nonchalance- and Blake only suspected it was a show because blue eyes didn’t meet hers as she spoke. “I hardly think that is remarkable. You’re one of the best strikers the league has ever seen.”

“Did you ever consider playing?” At the curious look she received, Blake inclined her head. “It took me years to develop those tricks, and you did them better. That speaks to a remarkable amount of skill.”

“Well, I’ll admit I entertained the idea a time or two. Ultimately, I chose my path, and it didn’t leave enough room to become a superstar footballer.” She shook her head. “I don’t regret it but, I suppose, part of the reason I practice those little tricks to keep the dream alive.”

Her ears perked up, catching something between the lines. “Part of the reason? What’s the other part?”

“Why, to catch your eye, of course.”

“My eye?” She couldn’t help the surprised chuckle that bubbled up from her chest. “You’re Weiss Schnee; you don’t really need to try to catch anyone’s attention.”

The woman’s expression faltered then. “Yes, well… unfortunately, the sort of attention I garner on my own is markedly less… impressive, by some standards.”

“I’d think those people have poor standards, then,” she said, opting to tip her hand as well. “You’ve managed to galvanize social changes that have taken some kingdoms entire decades in a matter of years. Comparatively, bouncing a ball’s hardly anything. Don’t you think?”

At that Weiss laughed, a bright, high, unrestrained sound that Blake rather liked hearing. “If I thought that, I wouldn’t be trying so hard to impress you, now would I? And you shouldn’t discount your own efforts outside the pitch.”

The faunus felt her lips quirk up in amusement. They’d been watching each other from afar all this time; the only thing she didn’t account for was the magnetic attraction that being in the woman’s presence seemed to engender. And, as she made an excuse of stretching to cover her moving slightly closer to Weiss, it seemed she wasn’t the only one feeling it. The woman, mysteriously, decided to move and dip her shoulders beneath the water’s surface long enough to bring out a lovely light pink blush to her skin, and when she sat back against the tub’s wall, she was a bit closer to Blake.

Surreptitiously, she snuck a glance towards Yang, if only to gauge how much teasing she would be in for on the flight back home the following day. She quickly realized her best friend wouldn’t have a leg to stand on when it came to teasing; somehow, Winter had coaxed Yang into her lap and was apparently giving the footballer a message. For her part, Yang seemed to be in a luxurious sort of heaven, eyes half lidded and with a silly sort of smile on her lips.

“Forgive my sister,” Weiss said, a sardonic smile on her lips. “I’m impressed she’s shown this much restraint.”

“I can hear you,” the woman replied, blue eyes flashing towards her younger sister. “But that can be remedied. Yang?”

“Hmmm?”

“I think this would work better if you were lying down.”

Lilac eyes widened as the woman tilted her head, glancing over towards Blake. With a small nod, the faunus made the silent agreement to avoid their hotel room for a few hours. Frankly, Yang had slept in a few lobbies over the years, when she’d returned too drunk to be quiet and not wanting to risk waking the faunus. She could spend a night elsewhere to return the favor.

“Yeah… I think you’re right.”

As the two got out of the hot tub and retrieved towels, Blake returned her attention to the woman beside her. “You don’t have to try, you know.”

“Pardon?”

“Impressing me. You don’t have to try.” Blake tilted her head, leaning back to brace her arms against the rim of the hot tub. “I think that’s the part I don’t like about being with the league. The mandatory press conferences and the rules- sometimes, I just want to get straight on the bus after a game and go back to reading my book, not sit and play twenty questions for an hour. It’s like… wearing an ill fitting mask.”

“You handle them remarkably well.” Weiss smirked. “But I suppose I say that because I speak my mind a bit too bluntly during press conferences. I admire your restraint.”

“I admire your candor,” she replied, very carefully laying one arm along the tub’s rim behind the woman. “I really liked the interview you did with the Atlas Economist. It looked like you were going to give that guy an aneurysm.”

“That would’ve been impossible.” A light chuckle as she moved closer, lowering her voice ever so slightly to coax Blake into leaning closer. “He would need a brain first.”

They both laughed, using their amusement to hide their shifting movements until Weiss was pressed into her side ever so slightly. They continued talking and laughing quietly until sitting in the hot tub started becoming uncomfortable. However, the faunus did her best to ignore it simply because she didn’t want to part ways quite yet. Weiss was… a lot of things- emphatic, sharp tongued, witty- but above all good company that Blake wasn’t keen on losing quite yet. However, she couldn’t ignore that the heat of the tub was taking a toll on them both.

“Your skin’s turning red,” she said, running a thumb over the ball of Weiss’ shoulder. “We should probably get out.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

They both stood and exited the hot tub, grabbing towels to start drying themselves off. While doing that, she wracked her brain for some excuse to continue their conversation but found herself coming up woefully empty. Every suggestion she could come up with either sounded ridiculous or… risque. It wasn’t like she could simply invite the woman back to her hotel room for some tea.

“Thank you for the invite, by the way,” she said, trying to buy herself some time. “A good soak after a tough game feels… fantastic. I don’t often indulge.”

Blue eyes lit up as the woman wrapped a towel around her hips. “I’m more than glad you accepted. However, if you wish to… pay me back… I’ve been meaning to ask for your autograph.”

Blake raised a brow. The request seemed… deceptively innocent, especially with the way Weiss was looking at her. “I can do that. You want me to sign your jersey?”

“If it isn’t too much trouble.” The barest moment of silence, and then she tilted her head. “Unfortunately, the only pen I have is in my room.”

Blake took a step closer, pleased to see she actually stood a few inches taller than the woman when she wasn’t wearing heels, and lowered her voice. “Well… I suppose we’ll have to go to your room, then.” A pause. “And, maybe, we’ll think of something else I can sign along the way.”

Weiss smiled and donned the jersey, setting her hand in the crook of the faunus’ elbow. “Perhaps. Do you have any ideas?”

“I do.” As they started walking, she chuckled. “But I wouldn’t want to use a pen to sign something so… delicate.”

The woman hummed, pointedly looking at her mouth. “I believe I know of something else you can use.”

While outwardly Blake merely smiled a bit wider, internally she asked herself a question: just how far was she willing to go?

Before they reached the elevator, she’d decided that if she wasn’t officially dating Weiss Schnee by the time she boarded the plane tomorrow, she’d be disappointed in herself.

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Weiss stretched luxuriously in her bed as the morning rays streamed in through the window. She was sore in places she’d forgotten existed- but the pleasant type of sore, the kind that eventually turned into an itch for more, and it took conscious effort not to reach for her scroll just then. It would probably do her well to show some restraint.

That mentality lasted all of thirty seconds before her scroll was in hand and she was admiring her new background picture, taken just before Blake put on her swimwear from the night before and left to return to her room. Nothing terribly suggestive or revealing, of course, just the faunus resting her chin on Weiss shoulder. An ordinary selfie. With her new girlfriend.

She couldn’t help the smile curling her lips.

The door opened and she looked over her shoulder, watching her sister strut into the room wearing her bikini with her usual air of complete and total confidence. Her jersey was held in one hand. Probably because she wanted to… show off. “You walked down the hallway like that?”

“Of course,” Winter replied, not even batting an eye at the words ‘Property of Yang Xiao Long’ written in marker across her chest and abdomen. “I’m pleased with the outcome.”

Then, a smirk.

“Please, don’t elaborate.”

“I won’t but I do hope you were as successful as I was.”

She glanced at her scroll as a message came through from Blake, a smile coming to her lips. “Indeed I was.”

Who knew giving in to her impulse to show off would have such wonderful results.

#Monochrome #Elderburn

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zozee122-2 · 3 years

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The War Ends at Dusk: Chapter 1

It has been six years since the prologue. Blake and Yang moved into a home Taiyang and Yang built on Patch. Blake and Yang traveled Remnant after defeating Salem and got married two years after the war ended. After their marriage they decided to settle down and start a family. Blake works as a part time huntress and has worked to reform the white fang that she and Sun are a part of. Yang is also a part time huntress and in her free time helps people in the community (doing odd jobs and such) and has a garden. Dusk goes to school and loves his mothers very much and has a great relationship with his Aunts Ruby and Weiss. Ruby is still working to end the experimentation on silver eyed people. This is where the story begins.WC: 5,019

She ran until her lungs were screaming in pain, not like she was able to run before. Her red cat tail flicked anxiously as she slowed to a walk. She took several deep breaths and turned in the direction she came from. She closed her eyes and strained to listen; she could not hear any running footsteps. Perhaps they gave up. There were probably 50 more people who were more important than her, they could stand to lose one, she thought. The young girl decided to rest, a bit further from her, the girl could see tall blades of grass she decided that it would be a perfect spot to hide from any trackers that may have been following her. Her feet ached and her growling stomach pushed her to find some area to rest in. But then again, she thought, anywhere would be better than a cage.

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“My, oh my, don’t you look lovely today!” Yang whispered, “Nice and plump. Ready to eat!” Yang smiled happily and got down on her knees. Nothing wrong with getting a little dirty, she thought as she reached to grab fresh cucumbers. “That should do nicely for lunch.” She said standing back up. Yang stood and wiped some sweat off her brow, she looked across her garden to the thick forestry area that surrounded her and Blake’s house. Blake had feared that predators would come to try to come to raid their garden or at the worst come and hurt Dusk. Yang had reassured her that no predator would come so close to a house, and thanks to a huntsman academy being nearby, Grimm would not be in so heavily populous. Though, Yang and Blake kept it in the back of their mind that perhaps one day they would have to protect their son and their home, but that day has yet to come. Though with that last thought Yang turned quickly at the sound of rustling.

“Seriously?” she whispered, “Is anyone there?” Yang put the cucumbers in her gardening basket and made her way through their lush garden, she cursed herself for not leaving a weapon feature on her prosthetic, but Blake encouraged that she had one without it for home life.

“Hello?” she said once she got to an area with tall grass, a part of land she and Blake did not own. Suddenly a long crimson cat tail peaked out of the grass and more sounds of scurrying.

Yang gasped, “Hey, wait where are you going?” she took longer steps with more confidence knowing that it wasn’t an animal. The scurrying stopped and Yang lowered down to a crouch. She moved some grass out of the way and her eyes widened as to what she saw. A little girl with hair red as the rising sun, a horribly thin body, clothed in dirty rags, scratches, but the most defining feature was the girls large round silver eyes. The girl stood quickly and turned to run but tripped over her own feet. Yang quickly rushed to the girl’s side.

“Are you alright, sweetie?” Yang asked reaching her hand out. Yang couldn’t help but notice the girl’s cuts on her face and arms as the girl reached a protective hand out in front of her. “It’s okay. My name is Yang, would you like some help? I promise I will never hurt you.” The girl flicked her cat tail in contemplation.

“Are you hungry? My wife just made lunch back at our house,” she said pointing towards the house. The girl followed her finger and made a thoughtful face. Yang turned back to face the girl, smiling sweetly. The girl studied Yang’s face, noticing a small scar across her lip, plenty of freckles, laugh lines, and the kindest eyes the girl has ever seen. The girl decided that this woman was speaking true, so she reached out her hand to Yang’s. Yang took the small girl’s hand and made their way back to the house. After passing the grassy field, Yang took a second look at the girl. She couldn’t be any older than Dusk, but she was probably half his size, her small body was covered in bruises and dirt, and her hair reached her low back in tendrils. Yang did not want to think about where this girl could have come from, her mind feared the worse. She needed to call Ruby.

…

“Mommy, when is Momma coming back with the cucumbers? I am hungry” Dusk pleaded swinging his legs from his chair, patiently as much as a six-year-old could for his lunch. Blake turned from her place at the counter where she was mixing tuna salad to look out the kitchen window.

“I am not sure, cub. Maybe she is having trouble finding the perfect cucumbers for us.” Blake responded reassuringly. Dusk huffed at her response, even though he was more patient than any other kid she met, he was still a kid. She came over to him and rubbed a spot between his cat ears. “Sorry, love. Want to go and check on her with me?” she asked planting a kiss between his ears. Dusk’s ears flicked in excitement.

“Yeah!”

Before Dusk could get out of his chair, Yang opened the front door. Blake and Dusk’s ears perked at the sudden noise and turned, “Momma! Did you pick good cucumbers for us?” Dusk stood on his chair, but quickly turned to Blake upon seeing the unfamiliar person next to his mother. “Mommy, who is that girl?” Dusk asked grabbing hold of Blake’s t-shirt. Blake took his hand and stood before her son.

“Yang?” Blake asked giving her wife a questioning look.

The girl hid behind Yang’s leg. “Um, I found her in the grass field, just pass the cucumbers, and yes, dragon cub I picked some cucumbers. Though, I’ll have to retrieve the basket, I dropped it on our way here.”

Dusk nodded, happy with his mother’s answer, while Blake stood idly by still staring questioningly at her wife.

“Do you want a tuna fish sandwich? Mommy makes the best tuna fish sandwiches, and Momma puts in the secret ingredient in! Cucumbers!” Dusk jumped down from his seat to get a better look at the girl, his cheeks turning red from heat. The girl came out from behind Yang’s leg and nodded to Dusk.

Dusk laughed and ran a hand through his long, wavy hair. “Come on you can sit by me!” quickly he ducked around Yang’s legs and took the girl’s hand. Dusk pulled the girl to the seat next to his. He clambered up to his seat and watched her climb into hers. Blake and Yang stared at their son and the peculiar little girl who smiled at Dusk warmly. Satisfied that her son was not going to be hurt by the mysterious little girl, Blake shot Yang an alarmingly stern look. Yang got the message and quickly made her way to Blake’s side. The pair walked closer to the kitchen counter tops and whispered in each other’s ears.

“Yang, who is she?” Blake asked first.

Yang rubbed her arm and sighed, “I’m not sure, Sunflower.” Yang looked behind her shoulder to look at the two children. Dusk was regaling the girl with probably some fantastical story of his own creation. Yang smiled and turned back to Blake. Blake peered into Yang’s eyes, “You noticed her eyes though, right?”

Blake bit her lower lip and ran a hand through her inky, black hair. “They are not easy to miss.” Blake sighed, “And look at how beat up she is, did you notice the wound on her ankle?”

Yang turned again to face the kids, the table opposite the counter tops. The kids were still entertaining each other, well mostly Dusk was entertaining her. Yang looked the girl up and down again. Seeing the girl’s ankle, a circular wound made its mark on the small girl. Yang let out an audible gasp. Her mind ran rampant, fearing the worse was true; the girl had escaped a silver eyed experimentation laboratory. Dusk turned to look at Yang, his ears flicked with surprise at his mother’s gasp.

“Are you okay, Momma? Are you hungry?” Dusk asked sweetly.

Yang smiled at her son; he was so kind. “I’m okay, my sweet dragon cub. I am hungry. Let me finish talking to Mommy, and we can finish making lunch.”

Blake kissed Yang’s cheek, and whispered in her ear “After lunch, I’ll call Weiss, you call Ruby.”

Yang glanced at her and nodded, “Alright, kiddos let me grab those cucumbers and we can have lunch.”

Yang walked out of the front door and Blake turned to fill up some glasses with lemonade. Blake sighed, a part of her did not want to meddle in the girl’s affairs, but Blake couldn’t bear to send the poor girl away. She couldn’t imagine what the poor thing went through, and she was a faunas. Blake felt conflicted as she sat down across from the girl, her little body shuddering, her cheeks hollow from hunger. The girl looked up at Blake, her large silver eyes looking up at Blake’s tall cat ears.

“Mommy, we are all cat faunaes. Isn’t that neat?” Dusk chuckled his cheeks glowing red

Blake nodded, “Fauna, and that is a coincidence isn’t it Dusk?” Blake leaned forward on her arm. Dusk nodded and took sip from his cup. The girl watched him gulp and she looked at her own cup pensively. Dusk looked at her.

“Have you ever had lemonade before? It’s my favorite drink, and it’s yellow my favorite color!” Dusk asked licking his lips from the tart liquid.

The girl shook her head which made Dusk frown, “That’s not right,” he said shaking his head his floppy hair flowing with it, “Go ahead, take a drink. I promise it is delicious. That’s a Xiao Long-Belladonna promise” he crossed his pointer finger over his heart. Blake smiled thinking he must have seen it on a movie, or something he saw Yang do. The girl smiled and took the cup in both of her hands. She brought the glass to her lips and took a small sip. Blake did not think her eyes could get any wider, she took a bigger sip and soon the drink was gone.

Dusk smiled and did the same thing.

Yang walked back in through the front door, “Alrighty who is hungry?” she gallantly walked in eyeing the trio at the table. “Drinking all of my lemonade, are we?”

Dusk laughed, “No, we saved you some. Right, Mommy?”

Yang passed by Dusk and tussled his hair as he giggled, “Well, I appreciate that, Dusk.”

Blake got up from her seat and took the basket of cucumbers from Yang. Blake kissed Yang, then bent down to smooth Dusk’s hair and kiss him atop his head.

“Thank you, Sunshine, these look lovely.” Blake moved from the pair to the sink to wash the vegetables to cut and put in their tuna fish lunch.

Yang blushed and sat at her seat across from Dusk. “Ahh, I have been thinking about these sandwiches all day. Perfect lunch for summer, right guys?” she asked taking a slow sip from her glass.

Blake hummed and began chopping up the vegetables and finished making the sandwiches. She plated them and put them in front of each person.

“Thank you, Momma and Mommy! Camille and I are super hungry.”

Yang and Blake stopped midbite to look at their son as the kids began eating their sandwiches quickly.

“Camille?” Yang asked looking to Blake then to Dusk.

Dusk looked at his mothers like they were the ones who were not in the know, his eyebrow raised out of sight. “Uh, yeah. That is her name she told me.”

Blake and Yang glanced at each other as if to say, ‘I haven’t heard her speak at all, have you?’

“Cub, when did,” Blake took a slight pause and looked at the girl who was staring at her feet, “Camille tell you this?”

Dusk took another bite of his sandwich and swallowed quickly, “She didn’t tell me, like talking. Camille told me in my mind.”

Blake and Yang raised their eyebrows and looked at each other again in shock.

Dusk looked between his mothers and became flustered. “I am telling the truth, Mommy, Momma. I swear.” He pleaded, his ears lowering to his head.

Blake turned to him, “Of course we believe you, Dusk.” Blake reassured him reaching for his hand. Dusk’s ear perked up again and took Blake’s hand in his. Blake gave it a small squeeze.

“Camille, can you talk to people in your mind?” Yang asked looking towards the girl.

Camille raised her eyes to Yang’s and nodded so hard Yang thought her head would pop off.

‘I can, Mrs. Xiao-Long Belladonna’ Camille shot to Yang.

Yang gasped and stood up.

“Yang?” Blake took her wife’s hand.

‘She’s okay, Mrs. Blake’ Camille shot to Blake.

Blake pulled Yang down back to her seat and quickly whispered, “We need to call them now.”

Yang nodded in agreement, “Dusk, Camille, can you finish your sandwiches here? Dusk when you both are finished, take your plate and Camille’s to the sink, please.”

Dusk took a bite and gave Yang a thumbs up.

Yang and Blake went to the living room and picked up both of their scrolls.

“Would she unlock her semblance at that young of an age? She is probably Dusk’s age.” Blake asked Yang dialing Weiss’ number.

Yang breathed in, “I don’t know, Blake. I didn’t unlock my semblance until I was eleven, but I was a late bloomer. Ruby unlocked hers early, but she was like eight.” Yang hit Ruby’s name in her contacts.

Blake nodded, “I unlocked my aura early, but I didn’t use my semblance until I was 14 or so.”

Weiss answered first. “Blake? Hi! How are you? How’s Yang and Dusk?”

Blake ran a hand through her hair, “Weiss, we are fine. Yang found a little girl today. She has silver eyes and a wound on her ankle. It looks like it’s from a chain.” Blake heard Weiss curse silently. Blake knew she had a lot on her plate already and she can see Weiss clutch her eyebrows.

“Hmm, well Ruby or I haven’t heard anything about a lab being in Patch, but she might have come from a group of escapees.” Weiss sighed again and Blake heard her tapping on her computer quickly. “I can come tomorrow, since it is Saturday, and I am free. Ruby and Jaune are still on a mission in Northern Vale. I am not sure when they can come and investigate. However, I will come tomorrow. Does she need clothes, do you need anything for her?”

Blake looked toward the table, they had both finished their sandwiches and Dusk was showing her his missing front tooth.

“Yes, some clothes please. She is not quite Dusk’s size, but is close enough, or will hopefully grow into them.” She heard Weiss mutter something to herself, “Weiss, there is one more thing. She has already unlocked her semblance and she can’t be older than Dusk.”

“What? Really?” Weiss sounded shocked, but in fairness they all were. “It’s not uncommon, but that is incredibly rare. There must have been some type of trauma that allowed her to unlock it so early, but that would make sense if we are right if she came from a lab.”

Blake sighed, she couldn’t imagine what Camille had gone through. “Yes, I wondered that. Thank you, Weiss we really appreciate it.”

“Well, you’re welcome, it is my job after all, and I don’t need an excuse to see my favorite boy.”

Want to talk to him?” Blake turned to Dusk and gestured for him to come.

“Is that even a question? Put my nephew on the phone!”

Dusk climbed out of his seat and Camille followed him.

“Is that Aunty Weiss, Mommy?” Dusk asked coming up to Blake’s leg.

Blake nodded and handed him the scroll. He took it in his little hands and his cheeks glowed with excitement.

“Camille, talk to Aunty Weiss with me!” he turned to her, his smile beaming. “Hi, Aunty Weiss! Me and Camille are here.”

Blake could here Weiss coddle him through the call as she walked over to Yang.

…

“Hey, Yang doing alright? You’re lucky you called now, Jaune and I are taking a break.” Ruby said through the scroll.

“Heya, sis. Yes, we are doing fine. Though, I need to tell you something important.”

Ruby could hear the urgency in Yang’s voice, “What is it, Yang?”

Yang took a deep breath. “Ruby, I found a girl with silver eyes in the forest today. She looks like she escaped from a lab. She has a mark from a chain.”

Ruby stayed quiet on the other line for a minute, then sighed “Shit, I thought Patch was free. I didn’t think there would be enough silver eyed people to form a lab there. For all I knew Mom and I were the only ones there. But I can come and investigate later this month. Probably in a couple of weeks. I can’t leave this mission on Jaune’s hands. Is there anything else about her?”

Yang bit her lip, “Well, she told Dusk her name is Camille by telling him through her semblance, telekinesis like Fox’s.”

“Semblance? Already? I mean, some people unlock their semblance through trauma. I would say for now not to discuss it with her. Focus on making her comfortable with you all. It might have been a way to communicate with the other captives, a traumatic thing.” Ruby concluded, and Yang heard the wisdom in her sister’s voice, “Sounds good, Ruby. Blake, Dusk, and I will take good care of her.”

Ruby laughed, “I am sure you will. Dusk is an excellent host. Sorry, Yang, I must go now. I love you all and will talk to you again as soon as I am able.”

“Love you too, sis. Stay safe. Tell Jaune, hi for us.”

“Course, Yang. Talk soon.”

Yang sighed as she put her phone back in her pocket. She rubbed her eyes and looked back to Blake who was motioning for Dusk.

…

“Hmm, well at least Weiss can come tomorrow. For now, let’s just make sure she’s comfortable. Maybe a bath and bandage for her ankle.” Blake sighed leaning into Yang’s arms. Yang kissed her forehead and hugged her tightly. Yang looked past Blake’s shoulder to see Dusk still on the phone with Weiss. He and Camille were both sitting on the couch, Dusk’s legs kicking above the floor while Camille leaned sleepily on the cushions.

Yang squeezed Blake’s arm lovingly, “Sunflower, we should discuss sometime what we should do for her.”

Blake nodded and looked up to Yang, “I know, though I think we should wait to hear what Weiss says. For now, let’s just let her stay in the guest room. Dusk seems to be quite taken to her as well.”

“I agree, at least for now,” Yang said, though Blake could tell what her wife was thinking. They have been talking about having a second child.

“Can you clean up lunch? I’ll draw a bath for Camille and ready the guest room for her.”

“Yes, of course. I bought new bubble bath soap for Dusk the other day. I think it’s lemon scented.” Yang said and kissed Blake lovingly.

“His favorite.” Blake smiled.

Yang chuckled and turned to the living room, “Kids, I think it’s time to say goodbye to Aunty Weiss. She will be here tomorrow for a visit.”

Dusk shot up from his seat making Camille flinch, “Really? Aunty Weiss you did not tell me.” He said and stomped his foot angrily.

“Dusk, is that anyway to talk to somebody? And apologize to Camille, please you scared her.”

Dusk’s ears lowered, “I’m sorry for scaring you, Camille, and I’m sorry for yelling at you Aunty.”

Yang came up to Dusk and patted his back, “Good job apologizing, Dusk thank you.”

Dusk smiled up to her, “Okay, Aunty Weiss, I have to go now, but I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I can’t wait, Dusky boy. I love you. Can you hand the phone back to your Mommy?”

Blake came to Dusk’s side, and he handed her back the scroll. Yang passed them to work on cleaning up.

“So, I can be there tomorrow around 10:30. Is that okay with you, Blake?” Weiss asked.

Blake sat on the couch next to Dusk, “Yes, that should work. We will see you tomorrow, Weiss. Bye-bye.”

“Bye, Blake.” Weiss ended.

Blake looked to Camille, who seemed to have calmed down from her scare. “Camille, how does a bubble bath sound?”

Dusk looked at Camille waiting for her answer.

A soft voice answered, “What is that?”

Dusk was quick to answer while Blake was still contemplating on how Camille has probably never been cleaned with a bath before.

“Well, you’re in a tub of warm water, and bubbly bubbles that make you smell really good. You take a bath because you need to get clean.” Dusk rambled on quickly, “I take a bubble bath almost every night. Mommy and Momma help me get clean and Momma tells me huntress stories. Then you get in your pajamas and go to sleep. It is the best feeling ever.” Dusk finished and began to run up the stairs.

“Cub, where are you going?” Blake called.

“I’m picking out pajamas for Camille! A bath is not complete without pajamas!”

Blake smiled at her son’s generosity then turned back to Camille.

“Well? Camille, would you like a bath?” Blake asked.

Camille looked to where Dusk had gone and to Blake. Blake could almost see the girls thought process.

“Yes. Sounds good.” She replied taking Blake’s hand.

Camille and Blake walked up the stairs and Blake checked quickly in Dusk’s room. He was rifling through his drawers.

“You will put all of those things away, right, Dusk?” she asked, motherly tone activated.

Dusk turned sheepishly around, “Yes, Mommy.”

Blake smiled, “Thank you, Cub.”

Blake led Camille to the bathroom, “May I pick you up?” Blake asked the small girl.

Camille looked to Blake with her big, silver eyes. “Yes.”

Blake lifted Camille and took note as to how much of a difference Dusk and Camille weighed. Blake set her down on the bathroom countertop. “Let’s see here. I am going to clean your wounds first, okay?”

Camille nodded.

Blake bent down to take the first aid kit out from the bathroom cabinet. She disinfected the harsh wound on Camille’s ankle which earned a couple of hisses. Blake calmly soothed her, “It is okay, little one, I know it stings.” Blake then moved up to her arms and face quickly working. After she was done, she heard a small knock. “Mommy, Camille? May I come in?”

“Yes, Dusk come in.” Blake replied putting the first aid kit back.

Dusk opened the door and presented pajamas to Camille.

“Here, Camille. I got too big for these ones, so you can have them. Aunty Weiss gave them to me, and they are super soft.” Dusk handed Camille the light blue set of pajamas with little snowflakes adorning them. Camille smiled at him shaking her tail happily as she took them.

“Thank you, Dusk.” Camille said clutching the gift to her chest. Dusk beamed from ear to ear, his cheeks turning red.

“You are very welcome,” he said balancing on the balls of his feet, “Can I go watch TV now, Mommy?”

Blake kissed his cheek, “Yes, sweetheart.”

Dusk clapped his hands together, “Camille when you are done come watch TV with me! We can watch HuntsMan and Super Zwei!”

Camille nodded and smiled.

After Dusk left the room, Blake filled the bath with warm water and made sure to add plenty of soap. She took out a fresh towel and a washcloth from the cupboard and helped Camille get into the tub. Camille squirmed around at first, her body getting used to the new sensation, but eventually succumbed to the warm water and the gentle scent of lemons. Blake was gentle to scrub her small body and to mind all of the scratches on Camille’s body.

“Camille,” Blake eventually asked, “Where did you come from?”

Camille’s body tensed and she huddled her knees close to her small frame, her body instinctively turning away from Blake’s gentle touch.

“Bad place. Scary place.” She whispered.

Blake reached out her hand and touched Camille’s head. Camille flinched at first but calmed as she felt Blake’s hand stroke her hair.

“Camille, Yang and I promise that nothing bad will ever happen to you again. We will do everything we can to protect you.” Blake said defiantly, surprised at her own words for a moment but her motherly, protective instinct got the better of her.

Camille turned, eyes moist with tears, “Thank you.” She replied.

Blake finished giving Camille a thorough bath and helped her change into her new pajamas which were a tad bit big for her, but Camille did not seem to mind. Blake towel dried Camille’s hair and grabbed a brush.

“Let’s go downstairs. You can watch TV with Dusk while I brush your hair.”

Camille nodded and followed Blake downstairs.

Dusk and Yang were sitting on the couch both sets of eyes glued to the screen as HuntsMan was facing off with his toughest emissary.

“Make some room, you, guys.” Blake said leading Camille to the couch.

Yang scooted over and brought Dusk with her to sit in her lap.

“Wow, those pajamas look great on you, kiddo.” Yang said.

Dusk turned his head from the TV, “Yeah! I knew they would look good on Camille!”

Blake sat down next to Yang and motioned for Camille to sit in between her legs.

Camille looked curiously at Blake for a moment but sat.

Blake began to brush through knots as gently as she could, but Camille’s hair had probably never seen a brush.

“This might hurt a bit, sorry.” Blake said gently combing through Camille’s hair.

“It’s okay.” Camille replied.

Yang looked at Blake, she hadn’t heard her speak yet. Blake shrugged and gave Yang a knowing look.

After Blake finished brushing her hair, Camille joined the three of them on the couch perching herself next to a throw pillow, her eyes heavy.

Blake saw this and asked, “Would you like to go to bed, Camille? I bet you have had a long day.”

Camille nodded sleepily. “Okay, I’ll go set up the guest room for you. Yang, I’ll call when it is ready for her.”

Blake walked up the stairs but was stopped by Dusk pulling her shirt. “Wait, Mommy. I’ll help too.”

Blake smiled, “Of course, Cub.”

Dusk passed her on the stairs and went to his room, “I have something for Camille to help her sleep.”

Blake followed him, and to her surprise Dusk had put away all of the clothes he had previously tossed out. “Oh, yeah? What is it?”

Dusk rummaged around his toy bin for a moment and pulled something out. It was a crimson-colored stuffed cat. “This! I don’t play with it anymore, and Camille does not have any stuffed animals. I have my dragon, so Camille can have this one to sleep with.” He said showing off the toy like a trophy.

“Oh, Dusk. Have I ever told you that you are the world’s sweetest boy?” Blake asked bending down to give him a hug.

Dusk giggled as he reached his hand up to her bobbed hair, something he has done since a baby, “Hmm, maybe once or twice.”

Blake scooped him up as she stood, “Hah, and I see you inherited all of my charm and sass too.” She said lovingly bumping her head with his. Dusk smiled again and hugged her tighter pressing the side of his face on hers.

“Okay, my Cub, let’s set up the room for Camille.”

“Yang? We are ready!” Blake called from upstairs.

Yang stood up and stretched, her prosthetic humming slightly, “Okay, love we will be up shortly.”

Camille had a hard time trying to stay awake but perked up at Blake’s call.

“Would you like me to carry you?” Yang asked turning towards her.

Camille looked at the kind lilac eyes, “Yes.” She replied raising her arms up. Yang smiled and took her up to her body. ‘So light’ she thought and walked up the stairs to the guest room. Blake was sitting on the bed and Dusk was holding something behind his back. Blake stood to pull back the covers as Yang placed the small girl in. Yang pulled the covers up to Camille’s chin and the small girl settled deep within the soft bed.

“Wait,” Dusk appeared between Blake and Yang, “I have something for you, Camille. To help you sleep and it will protect you from bad dreams.” Blake picked him up and placed him on the high bed. He pulled his hands from behind his back and presented Camille with the stuffed cat. “See? She looks just like you.” Dusk said handing the present to Camille. Blake rubbed the small of Yang’s back as the mothers looked proudly on at the sight.

Camille took the toy from Dusk and hugged it to her chest. Dusk smiled and slinked off the bed.

“I knew you would like it,” Dusk said raising his arms proudly.

Camille smiled at him, “I love her. Thank you Dusk.”

Dusk smiled and giggled.

“Okay, Dusk. I think it is time to let Camille rest, she is very tired.” Yang said placing a hand on his shoulder.

Dusk looked up at Yang and then to Blake, “Okay, Momma. I’m going to go play on my tire swing outside.”

Blake nodded and let Dusk slip pass them.

“Camille,” Blake said quietly, “Yang and I will be downstairs if you need anything, alright?”

Camille nodded her eyes finally giving away to exhaustion.

“Sleep well, Camille.” Yang said as she and the love of her life left Camille’s room.

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[Smut! Also I’m aware of the canon, and? Read my tags]

Nice guys finish last, a common phrase tossed around to any dude with dipshit friends that clearly fumble their way into relationships. At least that’s what Ilia thought. She also wondered why it was just guys? It’s not like they’re the only ones striking out or being told to act rude. She should know. Unfortunately, she’s been both the worry wart, and the dipshit. You would think romance had clear instructions by now. After all, love comes for everyone given enough time. Even her, but there lies the problem. Ilia couldn’t admit it. Not to the only person that it matters to. Ilia could fight grimm, be a terrorist, a good person, and stand outside a hotel room an entire kingdom away with luggage held tight like she is now, but for the love of everything not annoying, Ilia couldn’t tell one nice guy that he makes her feel like she’s walking on air.

It had been several months since her and Sun got a little more serious. The emotional soul searching definitely took time, and every choice felt like do or die for her, but Ilia was finally in a place emotionally that truly felt good. Most of that was thanks to Kali. The woman was always there to lend an ear. All that searching though put several things temporarily on a back burner. One of those things was visiting Sun. Expenses to Vacou was one thing, but Ilia didn’t want to visit him while feeling completely out of sorts. It wouldn’t be fair to him. That didn’t stop Sun from blowing up her scroll with facetime messages. That dork worked out a time zone schedule and everything. It was sweet; the kind Ilia wasn’t used to but definitely wanted more of. It had been far too long since she saw that cheeky monkey boy in person.

Ilia stared down the door as she psyched herself up. “Don’t be nervous. Dooooon’t be nervous.” She muttered to herself. She finally knocked on the door and waited in brief suspense as the door swung open aggressively. Ilia was effortlessly pulled into the room and more importantly, into a hug. It took her a moment to realize she was less than an inch away from pecks and wrapped in warm arms. She tilted her head up to see shiny white teeth smiling at her.

“Hey Ilia. Have a safe trip?”

Her freckles turned a little pink and she pouted. “We’re skipping over the fact that you just surprised me? How’d you know it was at the door?”

“Ummm you were mumbling out there for a few minutes.”

“Oh…” Ilia lost the nerve to look at him and choose to hide her face in his chest. How much did he possibly hear!? It was too embarrassing to think about. “How’ve ya been?”

“Oh ya know, missions. Scarlet had a party yesterday, obviously things got out of hand.”

“Fire?”

“No it was actually bandits. He didn’t help fight. Him and Neptune song Toxic while Sage and I handled everything.”

Ilia looked back up at Sun. “That sounds awesome! Man, I should’ve booked an overnight flight!”

“Yeah we could’ve used another fighter.”

“We both know I would’ve been drunk onstage with them.”

“Listen, you could’ve let me dream.” Sun said, laughing gently. It was criminal to be this endearing. Ilia wasn’t sure how Neptune or anybody could deal with this brightness so easily. However, Ilia would love to learn.

“Uhh, Sun? You’re still hugging me.” Ilia stammered.

The boy's face turned a little red and he quickly let go. “Whoops! Hehe, my bad. Got a little carried away.”

“That’s nothing new.” She jabbed at him. “Wearing your heart on your sleeve is what you do best.” Ilia stepped further into the room. “Or maybe it’s picking rooms…”

The hotel room had a glass door on the other side that led to a balcony to look out at Vacou’s desert beauty. A huge couch was smack dab in the middle of the room that faced a wide screen. Sun clearly brought his own things. Wires from the bottom went down the wall and connected to a game system with tons of things to play and watch. Ilia walked to the back of the room to a door that led to another big room. This one had dressers, a door that most likely led to the bathroom, and a massive bed that looked softer than a cloud and covered in pillows.

The thought of sleeping in it was both heavenly l, and a little too much to deal with. It was a big bed, and the only bed. Ilia jumped a little as she felt Sun poke her back to get her attention.

“You alright?”

“How much did this all cost!? This is Atlas grade stuff right here.”

Sun folded his arms and smiled with confidence. “Funny you say that. This is the room Weiss gets when she’s here. I asked very nicely for her to let me use it. The missions I went on for the company definitely helped with a discount.”

“Discount?”

“Yeah Weiss said she isn’t paying for room service.” Sun let out a sad sigh. “Weiss said it’s the only way we wouldn’t order nothing but lobster.”

Ilia was soul crushed. Weiss was right but that didn’t make it better. Lobster is great. “I don’t blame her, but I’m offended. I was gonna go all out.”

“Well now you can do that, but on a budget.” Sun walked back to grab Ilia’s bags. “Feel free to take a shower. I still have things I wanna set up.”

“Alright, thanks.” She grabbed her things from him and went to the bathroom. It was much bigger than she expected. Ilia was used to a bathroom the size of a closet. Not another room! It was half the size of the bedroom and magnificent. The entire thing was tile and the tub was deep. With a removal shower head and other things Ilia couldn’t begin to know what they were for.

“Really glad he didn’t pay full price for anything.” A heat rose to her cheeks. Sun totally would’ve paid full price if it came down to it. Nobody is worth this much effort. Then again, Kali would beg to differ. She would think going all out would be just enough. How Ghira surpassed all expectations is beyond her.

xxxx

Sun finally finished his set up of movies and games and was ready for the hard part. Not screwing things up. Hanging out came naturally to him but it was much harder when he could tell Ilia had a lot on her mind. Maybe he was trying too hard. Should he ask her about it, or give her space. Months to think about this and he let it slip through his fingers. “I wonder if she’s reading me as much as I am her? Huh, maybe I should stick to being straight forward?”

“How’s the set up going?” Ilia called from behind him.

Sun started to turn around. “I’m finish-fin...umm.” He had lost his train of thought. Ilia had derailed it completely by walking around in a white bathrobe with her hair down. Sun’s eyes drifted to her toned legs and didn’t leave them.

Ilia noticed the distraction and blushed. “Ahem!” Sun snapped out of the daze, embarrassed and rubbing his head in embarrassment.

“Sorry, caught me by surprise.” Not that he was complaining. By any means, and his tone made that very clear to her.

Ilia sat down on the couch and carefully kept her legs crossed. “Don’t get used to this. My hair always ruins my clothes when it’s wet so I’m letting it dry is all.

“You know I never noticed, but your hair and size is kinda like Weiss. It’s kinda fortunate. Don’t think that bathrobe would work for me.

“You’re shirtless all the time. All you need is a towel.” She looked passed him to see his setup. “Games or movies first?”

“Choice is all yours. I’m perfectly fine owning you in all of these games.” He boasted. Ilia wasn’t gonna take that at all.

“Famous last words, banana breath. I’m about to be eating lobster and kicking you but for the rest of the evening! Pass me a controller.”

Sun laughed confidently and tossed her one. She seemed to be in a better mood than before. Deep conversation can wait. Now was the time to enjoy each other’s reunion. “Winner decides the movie.”

Ilia grinned. “You’re on!”

xxxx

“Rematch!” Ilia declared, for the tenth time. She was not about to admit defeat and watch Speed Racer. Though at this point the amount of food she ate would probably knock her out before the halfway point.

“I think you gotta accept the loss here. I don’t know why you thought you’d beat me in a fighting game finally. Should’ve chosen racing.”

“Whatever. It’s no fun if a bet is one sided. I totally would have won though.” Ilia let out a sigh and handed her controller over, shooting him an evil look at his victory. Sun could only smile. “That’s a weird response to a glare.”

“Can’t help it. I’m just really glad you’re having a good time with me.”

That was sudden. Ilia blinked twice then began to play with her hands. “Why wouldn’t I…?”

He shrugged. “Earlier you looked a bit spaced out. Like your mind was somewhere else. Couldn’t tell why. I almost asked why but you know, trying to be better at letting things go at their own pace. Being a leader doesn’t mean I have the most tact hehe.”

That was an understatement. It never mattered what was happening, if Sun was a part of it then he was all in. Helping, fighting, everything. True, it made things feel a little overwhelming at times; but it was a pleasant change for people like Ilia. Having a person that was always in your corner was a stark contrast from her time before the White Fang and during it. Blake wasn’t even always around. Not that it was a problem. But Ilia would be lying if she said she didn’t used to wish that would be the case between her and Blake. Oh well. Life goes on.

Ilia leaned closely to Sun, then flicked his forehead hard.

“Ow!” He flinched.

“Blame yourself. Your brain needed a jumpstart apparently. I could’ve sworn I told you not to hold back around me once upon a time. Be greedy, stay outspoken. Even if I seem sensitive about it.” Ilia knew she had a bad habit of putting up walls. That’s why she was thankful for her friends. The only tactful person was Blake. Everybody else would just try crashing right through any wall. A crude approach, but Ilia knew herself well enough to admit she doesn’t leave people many other options. “What did you wanna ask me?” Being caught up in lecturing Sun, Ilia had legitimately forgotten her little crisis outside the door. Knots in her stomach hit hard the moment she remembered. “Me and my big mouth!” Ilia screamed, internally.

“You were outside my door for a good while. Then it took you some time to process the hug. I wasn’t sure if you were worried about seeing me or if there’s something in general that had you distracted. Heh, I guess you can say I got worried about you worrying. So, what was on your mind.”

“Oh you know, things…” her voice trailed off and it was hard to look at him again. Why was this so hard! Ilia hated this. Confessions weren’t anything new to her, and yet Ilia genuinely felt scared to even work up to it. Her skin changed between gray and pink constantly as the room went painfully silent. Sun was waiting for an answer and Ilia was left with her throat feeling dry. She came all the way here to get this off her chest in earnest and now it felt like she was being crushed flat by it.

Ilia continued to be mad at herself for saying nothing as she felt Sun take her hand and rub his thumb across it. Amazing how simple touches like this could change the atmosphere. Against his, Ilia hadn’t realized she had been shaking. She looked up to see Sun staring at her, concerned while remaining patient. It wasn’t fair, those eyes. The way they built her up and disarmed her all at once. Ilia never wanted them off her.

“Take your time with it.” Sun said with reassurance. It was easy to see he was anxious as well from the way his tail couldn’t keep still behind him.

“I...it’s….” she gripped his hand tighter. “I’m scared.”

“Of what?”

“Of this. Us. I’m scared that if I tell you exactly what this means to me, it’ll end. I don’t know how or why but I know no matter how badly I wanna say the words I want you to hear…” she holds her head down and clenches her robe. “I probably sound so stupid right now huh?”

“I wouldn’t say so. Listen, I know that no matter what I say you’re gonna beat yourself up about this. Me being understanding or not, wasn’t gonna change that fact; and you know that I was going to understand.”

Ilia let out a small pity chuckle. Sun tilted her head up gently. Even with misty eyes, Ilia remained completely beautiful. “I don’t hear the words, but I’m smart enough to know they’re there. I haven’t said them, but do you think for a second you don’t know how you make me feel?” He placed her hand on his heart. Even he couldn’t escape the uneasiness of this situation. Sun could feel the heat go to his face and could do nothing but gently place his forehead against Ilia’s. “You know how I feel, right?”

The gray from her skin went away inch by inch, only leaving pink and red freckles. “Of course I do.” Her voice trembled. Their eyes didn’t remain sad, but switched to something equally intense. Pleading. Ilia’s expression softened. Her hand let go of her robe and found its way to Sun’s face. His own hands rested on her hips and he began leaning forward because of Ilia until she was on her back. The trembling didn’t stop from earlier but it was okay. She was okay.

“How many times have we’ve found ourselves like this?” She asked, rubbing his face.

“Not enough.” Sun whispered. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, so much. You...are beyond word to me.” Ilia couldn’t wait a moment longer. She closed her eyes and was met with Sun’s lips, tenderly pressing on her own. Ilia carefully bit his bottom lip as he pulled away, aiming for her exposed neck. Ilia let out a gasp at the contact. Her hands began rubbing up and down his back from the inside of his shirt. Her own legs instinctively parted in order to draw him in closer. Each nip and kiss was brutally slowly and methodical. As if he was letting her know the depth of his feelings.

Ilia kept exploring his back torso. Every groove felt like magic. Muscles were never something she was into on anybody. What really had her was the honest fact the body on top of hers belonged to the person that had completely captured her feelings. His hands slipped into her robe and made her body shiver. He never stopped being gentle but somehow was firm enough to let Ilia know how badly he wanted her. She was absolutely defenseless against the way his left hand groped her chest. As for the right, it wasted no time drifting to her wet folds, continuing the trend of slowly rubbing Ilia’s body; before she felt his middle finger open her up.

“Mmmph~” her nails dug into him a little. She could feel him curl his finger as he pumped in and out.

Sun could feel Ilia squeeze tightly around the digit. Her chest started to rise higher, her breath becoming sharper by sucking in air through her teeth. Sun finally let her neck free and kissed her, adding another finger in the process. His movements became faster and hid her face the crook of his neck the moment the kiss ended. She couldn’t stop her legs from fidgeting and the girl tried her best to repress her whimpers by any means. She even bit down on his neck briefly. All the while, Sun kissed and breathed on her very red ear.

“Let me hear your voice Ilia…”

He made it sound so easy. Ilia couldn’t stand sounding so needy, even with him. It just wasn’t her to give in and he knew that. “You’re the worst.” She whined. Her eyes shut themselves and her body clung to him as if she was falling. His fingers split from each other. Ilia could feel them press down as they went in, before sliding up to the top and pulling out to the entrance, connecting and splitting apart to touch everywhere.

“Mmmmm aaaahhaaa~ Sun!” Ilia couldn’t hold that one back at all. The first of many, until she had no will left but moan as her face turned beat red. He really was the worst. “Suuuun~ aaha!”

“I knew you could do it.” He managed to make her free himself enough to be able to kiss her face and neck again. His labor bore the fruit he wanted as Ilia kept moaning freely. Her body finally caved from his touch when she arched her back and Sun felt both fingers being squeezed tightly. Ilia’s entire body was tense and she couldn’t even make a noise until her body went limp on the couch. The breath hit heavily against his body as she tried catching it.

It didn’t take too long because she quickly went back to kissing him passionately, even moaning into it. If there was anything she loved most, it was kissing. It didn’t matter how skilled a person could be in anything else, a kiss had a way of showing exactly how much the other person really cared. There was no dying a spark when it was there. She learned that the hard way.

Sun could feel Ilia’s tongue all but dominate his own as he tried to do the same. He couldn’t help but groan from the pleasure. Ilia’s leg presses against his erection, stoking the flames further, but it was still only second compared to their lip locking. A subtle warmth hit his cheeks. Sun reluctantly pulled back to see why and witnessed Ilia panting,tears falling down her face. Sun put his hand against her face and Ilia pressed into it. He traced over the tear track and kissed the path of the other one away. “You okay?” He said quietly, earning a nod.

“Yeah. I’m just...you’re so warm, safe. I can’t remember feeling this...happy.” Her own words threatened to make herself shed more tears. He was looking at her again. That same gaze that never failed to make her heart jump and want to continue growing if it meant being even closer to him. “Please,touch me deeper.”

Sun’s face went redder. He sat up briefly and officially took off his shirt. His pants came next. Ilia tried removing her bathrobe but Sun quickly took her hand. “Wait, I uhh really like you in it.” He confessed, embarrassed. “It suits you.”

Ilia felt her heart flutter again. Sun’s infatuation with her legs and hips was flattering for sure, but Ilia never imagined how much. “Well, if we’re doing things that excite us.” She reached for his red boxers and slipped her hand between the seams, fishing out Sun’s hard six inch shaft. A simple grab had him throbbing and breathing deeper. “Having you like this is more my style.” Keeping underwear one while having sex just felt more intense and made Ilia ache. “Need me to get you slick enough.

“You tell me?” Sun pressed the tip of cock past her entrance and was welcomed with Ilia’s body dripping at the touch. He pressed further in to be guided with ease. She more than wet enough on her own. He was already halfway in and still felt no real resistance. Only Ilia spreading around him before clamping down. “Gods, your pussy is so wet.”

He really knew how to push her buttons just right. Her body betrayed her mind by gripping him even tighter for his choice of words. “I hate that word so much. It’s-mmmmph! Ahhh! S-Sun!?” He couldn’t wait any longer and hilted himself inside her completely. His hips began thrusting on their own and Sun found his way into Ilia’s arms yet again. Unlike her, Sun had no shame in letting her hear just how good she made him feel. His groans and grunts invaded her ear willingly, and passionately.

“Mmmmgh ahhh~ fuck. Ilia…” Sun couldn’t keep his thoughts straight anymore. All he wanted was to feel her and let Ilia feel him. He panted roughly and did his best to satisfy the woman beneath him.

Ilia was more than being satisfied. There wasn’t a moment she wasn’t feeling full by how wide his cock spread her apart. Her moans came back in full force to sing with his own. Ilia’s legs felt their strength drain from them and could only react to Sun’s hips. They once again kissed deeply and Ilia’s right hand was pressed against the sofa by Sun’s left, interlocking tightly with each finger around one another. It wasn’t long before Sun held the other one as well. The stimulation made Ilia feel alive with energy that was dead set at reaching its peak. They hadn't been going any longer than nine minutes by her guess, but yet they were near their limits already. Neither could help it. Today, it was nothing short of what they wanted. There wasn’t one touch or look that didn’t shout “ I love you with everything I have.”

“Ilia! I’m-“ he couldn’t contain himself long enough to speak. Ilia wrapped a leg around him as he came inside her. The feeling of it all knocked her past the point of no return and Ilia came as well; her body squeezed all it could as she cried out in pleasure. Sun’s hips rocked slowly to draw out the ecstasy of it all until they were left tired. Both found themselves staring yet again, smiles plain to see.

“Am I still the worst?” Sun chuckled.

“Without a doubt.” Ilia jabbed. “Kiss me again already will ya?”

Sun playfully rolled his eyes. “So needy.” He gave her what they both wanted and more. After all, he had a lot of love to give.

xxxx

They must’ve gone at it at least three times. The sun had set, food was ordered once again, and Speed Racer played for Sun’s viewing pleasure while Ilia slept peacefully. The boy was on his side while his girlfriend’s arms remained around him, her head resting on his chest. Sun couldn’t help but brush her hair out of her dreaming face and remain connected to her. Every so often she’d laugh quietly in her sleep.

“Always up to something. Even in your sleep.” Sun was only proven right by her body holding him closer.

“Mmmmmm love you.” Those words stopped Sun in his tracks. He had no choice but to look down at her once again and kiss her head. “I love you too.” A confession neither of them would officially remember, unburdened by the fear or memory. When it was right, they’d both say it. And what a day that would be. Until then, there was no rush.

#rwby #rwby sunshower #sun wukong #ilia amitola #sun x ilia #rwby ships #no i did not make her straight or bi. I like the idea of demi Ilia #you won’t change my mind on that.

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buzzybeesinlove · 3 years

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I have! A bumbleby dialogue prompt! “Take it easy, you’re still hurt.” I have simply been eating up your hurt Yang fics so I thought I’d keep the trend going

and i ! will write this prompt ! thank you so much for sending it in, so sorry it took me a while to get to :(

so im gonna make this a sort of sequel to one of my other one shots, but dont feel like you need to go out of your way to also read that one. this will work just fine on its own, ill make it make sense but basically it’s where team JOYR have gotten away from the monstra, are back at schnee manor and are finally reunited with everyone.

that fic is right here but again it can make sense on its own so no worries if you dont want to read that! it’s just for more clarity i suppose. anyways i hope you enjoy it <3 it’s not SUPER long but i hope that’s okay :(

Yang still couldn’t believe they had made it.

The Hound had gotten them all pretty good in that beast - blood and bruises littering all of their faces and bodies, and Yang’s clothes were ripped and shredded all over. Ren had a gash in his side, and Oscar was still passed out.

Things were bad, she knew that. They were tired, hungry, very close to losing their minds and their lives.

But then their trek had stopped, and they were at Schnee Manor, and then Blake was there in front of her on her knees, holding her face delicately as if she would splinter into a million pieces. Blake was there - her eyes looking into hers with so much relief and adoration, and her arm had wrapped around her when she stood up, Ruby on her other side to limp her along towards the Manor.

“I’ll get you two to my room.” Weiss said as they all stood in the main foyer of the manor, gesturing to Ren and Jaune, who were practically falling asleep and losing themselves each second that passed. But Jaune slightly nodded, and with aid from Ruby, who carried Oscar on her back as well, they held onto Ren and Jaune and escorted them upstairs towards Weiss’ room.

Yang’s eyes followed them as they went, fluttering ever so slightly as the fatigue from earlier seeped into her bones, and she groaned a little, wobbling on her feet and Blake’s grip tightened around her. Concerned amber orbs met hers and Yang cracked a grin, half-shrugging.

“Haven’t felt this out of it since I drank that... What was it called?” Yang mumbled, blinking her eyes open when they threatened to close again. “Fire something... At the club, with FNKI.” Yang flicked her eyes back to Blake’s, and her partner still looked concerned and her ears pressed down to her head.

“Let me help you up the stairs.” Was what Blake said in response, and Yang felt a frown tug at her lips when Blake looked away from her to bring her closer to the stairs.

In the less foggy parts of her brain, a few of her brain cells connected together to get her to realise that Blake was only worried - was only making sure she was okay, and wanted to take care of her and get her to a place to rest. And it made sense why she would, considering the state of her.

But her wounds didn’t matter to her when Blake was pressing against her side and her warmth spread through her, the soft scent that was just Blake floating around them and enveloping them in a tight hug. Her touch was soft and Gods, Yang had missed her so much and she just wanted a minute with her, after everything they had been through.

“Wait.” Yang said, practically a whisper, and she stumbled out of Blake’s hold as they started ascending the stairs. A noise of protest escaped Blake’s throat and she reached out to steady Yang on the steps, saving her from face planting and adding a cracked head into the mix.

“Yang.” Blake said, tone laced with worry and Yang grunted as she held her back up, leaning her against her and looking up at her. She gazed imploringly into her eyes and Yang winced a shot of pain up her side.

“Take it easy, you’re still hurt.” Blake said pleadingly.

Yang blinked herself awake yet again, trying to focus on Blake’s eyes and her melodic voice travelling through her ears. Yang took a breath and leaned more heavily against Blake, her partner blinking in surprise and colour flooding her cheeks when Yang buried her face into the crook of her neck, shoulders relaxing when her arms wrapped around her gently.

“Just... A minute.” Yang muttered into her skin. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, reaching her tired arms out to lay them around Blake’s shoulders, encouraging her to hold onto her even more tightly so she didn’t fall over. She hummed in content, a spark of pride filling her when she felt Blake’s pulse quicken under the light brush of her lips on her neck as she shifted closer to her.

“Yang.” Blake said, shaky and unsure and Yang just made a noncommittal noise into her neck, squeezing around her shoulders briefly.

“Blake.” Yang said in a breathy tone, and she heard Blake’s hitch in her throat.

“You need to rest.” Blake replied, and Yang whined childishly when she tried to pull away from her to continue their battle with the stairs. She tightened her hold and shook her head ever so slightly.

“Please.”

Blake stopped her movements, and whether it was Yang’s hold on her that did it, or the broken crack in her voice when she uttered that word, Yang was thankful for whatever caused her to still.

“I just...” Yang started, before exhaling shakily and shifting her hand to cup the back of Blake’s head, threading her fingers into her raven locks. “Let me... Hold you... for a bit longer.”

Her voice was slurring as the cold embrace of unconsciousness tried desperately to overtake her in that moment but she battered it away, narrowing her focus on Blake again as the faunus swallowed, letting out a shaky laugh and beginning to rub her hand up and down Yang’s back.

“Okay.” Blake whispered back to her and her heart leapt in her chest, a little happy smile adorning her lips as she hummed again, snuggling closer to her partner. Blake huffed a laugh, and Yang could imagine she was rolling her eyes, but she made no move to pull away from her, which Yang considered a success.

A giddy feeling filled up her chest as she squeezed around Blake, a small giggle filling her ear from her partner, the sound sending her heart even further into bliss. Blake raised her hand and began carding her fingers through Yang’s golden mane and Yang couldn’t help but let out a sigh of pleasure, her breath ghosting over Blake’s skin. Her partner shivered from the contact, and Yang felt herself becoming more and more sluggish by the minute, bruises aching on her face and cuts and gashes all over her upper body and legs, but all she wanted to do was stay there with Blake on those stairs - stay there in her comforting embrace and forget all the shit outside, all the things going wrong and all the enemies they’ve made and just live inside Blake’s arms.

But, life wasn’t so simple, and she knew Blake was going to start fussing over her wounds very soon.

So, Yang breathed out another sigh and reluctantly pulled herself away, blinking her eyes open once again to meet Blake’s gaze. Her cheeks were a light pink, and her ears flicked happily on her head when Yang’s eyes caught hers, an adorable smile on her face.

Yang smiled back at her and nodded a little towards the top of the stairs, sighing lightly when Blake wrapped her arm around her back to start their ascent again, each step more and more excruciating than the last.

“You’re doing great.” Blake encouraged in her ear.

“I’m sure you... Ah... Say that to all the injured girls.” Yang teased back, and was delighted when she was awarded another giggle from her partner, feeling her fingers dig ever so slightly into her side at the lighthearted joke - enough to feel pressure, but not enough to hurt.

“If you can’t see how special you are by now, Yang Xiao Long, I clearly need to try harder.” Blake shot back, and Yang’s cheeks flushed a deep red, her partner smirking at her at the reaction.

Yang averted her eyes and shook her head, but a lopsided grin made its way to her lips as she allowed Blake to lead her up the last bit of stairs, beginning their trek down the hallway to Weiss’ bedroom.

It was a long journey from that monster to Schnee Manor - and an even longer one to get up those stairs, if she were being honest. But Blake was by her side again, helping her along and being the anchor she needed. And when they entered the bedroom to see everyone all together again, with Ruby and Weiss smiling at her and Blake forcing her to sit and rest so she could help tend to her wounds with Klein, Yang knew this was where they were all meant to be.

Together.

And they weren’t going to separate again.

#rwby #bumbleby #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #rwby8 #rwby8 spoilers #ask #answered #anon #anonymous #otp: we're protecting each other #my fics

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sevens-evan · 2 years

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I don’t have an actual prompt I just love the way you write tactile bees so take that and run. They should get to Touch I don’t care when I don’t care how. Bonus points for Yang Is Warm

this is kind of mid and nonsensical but i'm also sleepy sooooo. also remnant uses fahrenheit now did you know. set in v7 somewhere pre everything falling apart

Blake rips open the door to the dorm room with a degree of violence that she hasn’t subjected a piece of her home to in a very long time. Specifically, since those few weeks at Beacon after they had discovered the White Fang’s presence and before her conversation with Yang. Blake had slammed a lot of doors in that time, mostly out of frustration with herself for not doing better than she was.

This is not about that. This is about the fact that is thirty degrees below zero outside, and Blake’s ears feel like they’re about to fall off.

She kicks off her boots in a haze and hurries over to her bunk without pause, falling face first into it and pulling the nearest blanket over her head.

“Hey,” an amused voice says from the bunk above her. “You doing okay?” Normally Blake would lift her head to look up at Yang—well, normally she would’ve looked for her the moment she entered the room, as she does in most rooms, and found her immediately. But nothing about this is normal. Blake is dying. Blake is actually going to die.

“Hhmmmmhhhg,” Blake groans into the mattress. Above her, Yang laughs, and Blake picks up the sound of her hopping from her bunk down onto the floor.

“Cold, huh?” she says, stepping up beside Blake. Blake twists her head to one side, keeping both her cat ears carefully beneath the blanket, and meets Yang’s gaze out of the corner of her eye.

“You have no idea,” she says. “I fucking hate Atlas.” Yang laughs again.

“Anything I can do to help?” she asks. “Rub your ears or something?” Blake shakes her head.

“Ticklish,” she mutters. Yang knows that.

“I could sit with you?” Yang offers. “Body heat is the best heat, you know.” Blake twists her head a little farther, eyes narrowing in Yang’s direction. Yang just smiles at her innocently, a contrast to her vaguely suggestive tone.

“…Fine,” Blake says, because even if Yang is teasing her, her statement is true—at least so far as it applies to Yang herself. She’s like a space heater, a fireplace against Blake’s skin in the best way possible.

Yang sits down on the edge of the bed and scoots back, pressing her back against the wall, her feet dangling off the edge. Blake reluctantly unwraps her ears from the blanket and lifts her head, scooting across the mattress to lay it on Yang’s lap, facing away from Yang. She lifts her feet off the ground, curling her legs up near her chest. Yang sets her non-metal hand on Blake’s shoulder, immediately seeping heat into Blake’s skin through her coat.

“We really should get you a hat or something,” Yang says after a moment. Blake burrows her head further into Yang’s lap, trying to press her frozen ears as close to her body heat as possible.

“Hats don’t really fit me,” Blake says. “I’m just not made for this climate. No one is. Nothing should live here. Except moose.” Yang laughs, making Blake pout—though she can’t get too annoyed with Yang laughing at her pain, not when Yang is rubbing circles on Blake’s shoulder and chasing the cold away.

“Still, there’s gotta be, like, Faunus earmuffs or something,” Yang says. Blake shakes her head. Even if something like that did exist, she wouldn’t want it. She relies on her hearing in combat; she can’t afford to have something muffling it.

After a moment, Yang leans down. Her weight shifts, her legs moving beneath Blake’s head, and Blake is about to protest when Yang exhales heavily, sending hot breath cascading over Blake’s ear. It flicks violently—against Blake’s will—trying to escape the sudden irritation.

“Yang,” Blake hisses, twisting onto her back to glare up at her partner. Yang cackles, straightening back up.

“Sorry,” she says, not sounding a bit sincere. “I couldn’t resist.”

“I hope you’re happy with yourself.” Blake can’t find any real venom to put behind the words.

“Yeah.” Yang hums, looking down at her. “I’m happy.” Blake rolls her eyes, ears flicking again. One of them is pressed lightly against Yang’s stomach now, which is actually quite nice. It’s warming up a lot faster than the other one.

“I guess you can touch them,” Blake says after a moment, still too cold to think before she says it. Yang’s eyes widen slightly, and Blake realizes she hadn’t ever expected a yes.

“Really?” Yang says. Blake shrugs one shoulder.

“Really,” she says. “Not too high up, though. They’re ticklish.” Which Yang knows, clearly, and is willing to take advantage of. Maybe Blake shouldn't be agreeing to this.

“If you’re sure,” Yang says softly. She reaches down with her flesh-and-blood hand, rubbing gently at the base of Blake’s ear. The sensation is muted, and Blake realizes with horror that her ears are numb.

She hates this kingdom. She hates this kingdom so goddamn much.

She also kind of hates being awake right now. Yang is so warm, and her touch is bringing feeling back into Blake’s skin, so Blake pushes herself even closer to her partner, curling up into a ball and sliding one hand beneath Yang’s thigh. Yang hisses.

“Blake, your hands are so fucking cold,” she says. Blake groans wordlessly in response. Yang, with a sigh, seems to accept her fate, and continues her gentle massaging of Blake’s ears.

That’s the last straw for Blake. She falls asleep right there, still shivering a bit from the outside air, pressed as close to Yang as she can get.

#bumbleby #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #my fics #fic: bumbleby #not my best work but i'm sleepy and it included the things you asked for askjdg #also i love writing from blake's perspective #it's because i'm also in love with yang y'all know how it is #professorspork #answered

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unsteadyshade · 3 years

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Hmm 52 and or 62 monochrome for the prompts

from this prompt list. a friend sent me a video, and that is what this was inspired by. i remembered your prompt, anon, and i just rolled with it. i should start mentioning that prompts might take a while, but better late than never. i hope you enjoy!

"Come on, show off those glutes!"

Blake glares at her best friend and teammate currently recording her from her phone. Unfortunately, Yang is unfazed and continues grinning. They're both sweaty and covered in grime from their soccer game, and all Blake wants to do is take a shower.

"That's the last thing I want to do."

"It's for a good cause, promise!" Blake narrows her eyes. She's too tired to overthink things, but she does notice Yang occasionally glancing behind her at something. It makes her curious enough to do the same, albeit in a much more subtle way. What she sees is a white-haired woman who looks strangely familiar despite Blake not associating with anyone with hair like that. It's only when Nora, another teammate, passes by after snatching a magazine from her boyfriend's hands that Blake remembers who that stranger is and smirks.

How can Weiss Schnee escape her mind? The woman was featured everywhere, especially in recent times with her delightfully controversial decisions as CEO of the SDC. Blake thinks that it was a long time coming, however more could be done. She knows progress for Faunus and other marginalized people takes time though, a lesson ingrained ever since she was a child. That any progress was made at all after Weiss somehow managed to convince the board to agree with her is a point in her favor.

Of course, that isn't the only reason the CEO catches Blake's attention. The press had been speculating for a while that Weiss had been seeing suitors, and not all of them were men. Granted, that could just be the tabloids looking to spin a story, but Blake's bisexual heart couldn't help but hope. She may never get a chance to meet the woman, but it's a nice thought.

Well, maybe things can change. Blake isn't sure if it's a good thing that they happen to be in the same hotel at the same time so close to each other, but the inner romantic in her can't help but think about fate. She shakes her head, clearing her thoughts. If nothing else, she can verify one thing. And even if she embarrasses herself, at least it'd be a fun video to watch back later.

Blake gives the blonde a look only able to be deciphered by years of friendship, and Yang only grins back. It'd usually be her that would suggest something chaotic, so the rare reversal is nice. Yang tosses her the soccer ball she's been carrying like a trophy, and Blake easily starts juggling it.

In her peripheral vision and with the way Yang's grin widens, Blake can tell that the woman behind her has stopped walking. What she's doing, Blake isn't sure, but she does hear fabric rustling. She guesses that Weiss has decided to lean against the wall either to watch her since they're blocking the hallway anyway. It's been a while since Blake has used her soccer skills to impress anyone, so she hopes Yang won't tease her too badly if this is a bust.

Following several minutes of juggling the soccer ball, Blake deliberately kicks it over to where she suspects Weiss is still standing. After picking it up slowly--Blake won't admit that she might have been distracted by the CEO's legs and that pretty skirt--she stands and flashes an apologetic smile. There's a pretty pink in her cheeks, so Blake thinks that she has to be at least a little impressed with her earlier show. She takes a chance and winks.

Oh, that blush is gorgeous. Blake smirks--that roguish one Yang had been caught by when they first met--and speaks, lowering her voice in a way that she'll blame on exhaustion if asked. "Sorry about that. I didn't mean to block the hallway." She ignores the snort of laughter from her best friend and leans against the wall directly in front of Weiss, pleased to learn that she is taller.

"Isn't that what you're doing right now?" The CEO crosses her arms and raises a brow, and somehow Blake is the one who feels small for a moment before blinking away her surprise. Blake feels foolish for feeling this way but supposes she should've expected some level of intimidation from a successful businesswoman. Still, she's going to continue to try and impress her until there's absolutely no chance left for her.

"You could say that...but now I have a reason to keep you here."

"And that would be...?"

Well, here she goes. The moment that'll decide whether she'll get teased mercilessly or a slap on the back from her best friend. "To invite you to watch me practice."

There's an agonizing moment of silence as Weiss takes that in broken only by another snort from behind her. Then, the businesswoman takes out a card, elegantly writes a set of numbers on it, and hands it to Blake with a small smirk. "Don't text me the wrong time or location or else I'll be sorely disappointed. I'll see you there, beautiful." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Yang is still laughing by the time they make it to the park. Honestly, Blake is just glad that she wasn't laughing more than she did earlier and sighs. At least they've showered. She hopes they won't be sweating too much. "Yang, come on. I need moral support, not any more of your jokes."

"Okay okay...just one more time! She called you beautiful, and you stood there gaping like a red-faced fish for five minutes!"

"It couldn't have been that long..." Blake mumbles, trying very hard not to think about Weiss's smirk after seeing her reaction and how much she wanted to kiss it away. A slap on the back abruptly takes her out of her thoughts, and she stumbles a bit before righting herself with a glare aimed at the grinning blonde.

"Maybe not, but I'm still proud of you! Got a number and demonstration?"

"Don't say it like that."

"But that's exactly what this is. You wanna show off for her even more than you did earlier, and I'm here to help with that." Yang's voice drops solemnly. "This is the only time I'll let you embarrass me on the field."

Blake rolls her eyes. "Just help me warm up."

"Looks like you'll have to do without that. She's here."

"What?!" Blake whirls around, and sure enough, Weiss is making her way over to them. Yang gives her two thumbs up before jogging a ways away. Of course the CEO would arrive early. "Hey." Blake greets with a nervous smile.

Surprisingly, it also seems that the seemingly composed woman is also nervous when she smiles back. "Hi."

They stare at each other for a moment too long to be considered friendly until Yang wraps her arms around them and winks at the shortest woman. "You ready to watch your girl pummel me?"

"She's not--"

"I'm not--"

"Great! Let's have some fun." Yang jogs off, and Blake isn't sure if she should be mad or glad that they're now sporting matching blushes. She clears her throat, Faunus ears flicking awkwardly due to her nerves.

"I hope you enjoy what I have to offer--not that I'm offering anything like--" Weiss's tiny giggle stops her, and Blake swears her heart skips a beat at the sound. She wants to hear more, especially when it's accompanied by that radiant smile. It gives enough confidence to wink. "Enjoy the show, princess." Blake says, the nickname slipping easily from her lips. She doesn't stick around long enough to see Weiss's reaction, psyching herself up for playing.

As she plays, Blake is focused on the game, though she does catch the occasional glimpse of Weiss watching her. The knowledge that those sharp eyes are observing her as closely as she likely scans everything and everyone else gives Blake a surge of confidence. It's not recklessness that drives her as she moves around, but freedom to fall into something--someone new.

And when Yang finally calls for an end, Blake is smiling wide. Her friend is conversing with a teammate. Meanwhile, she's sweaty but still feeling adrenaline coursing through her for a different reason as she turns to the approaching woman. Blake is just energized enough to blurt out the first thing on her mind.

"I've seen the way you look at me when you think I don't notice."

A brilliant blush quickly spreads across Weiss's face at that, though she does an admirable job of acting like it isn't obviously there. She huffs then rolls her eyes while crossing her arms for extra effect. "Where else was I supposed to look?"

"Well..." Blake gestures to her best friend. "What about my teammate?"

Weiss purses her lips, as if considering that, and Blake hates how her attention is immediately drawn there. "She is...certainly an option, but you've managed to capture my attention more." Blake's heart skips a beat at that, and she swallows before speaking again.

"Have I captured enough to earn a date?"

Weiss stares for a few moments, and Blake can feel her heartbeat rise with the subtle upward curve of her lips. "You have. How does dinner sound?" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Blake would've complained about having to shower for a second time if she wasn't doing it for a second date. What she definitely doesn't complain about is her date opening her hotel room door and rendering her momentarily speechless with a backless silver dress. If this is what she can look forward to by taking chances, then she figures she should take more in the future. When she is able to talk again, Blake supposes honesty is the best policy.

"You look amazing tonight."

Weiss's smile is just as amazing, and Blake is fortunate enough to confirm that their lips fit together quite well hours later.

a/n: this was so ridiculously fun. thank you for the prompt, and i hope you enjoyed!

#anonymous #rwby monochrome #monochrome rwby #checkmating #asks #monochrome #weiss schnee #blake belladonna

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hello, my dear moosh~ may i ask you some v x m!reader spicy headcanons? i'm so thirsty on this little poetry man, sorry. :')

Hello! I'm very glad to get a request from you! Writing this request in particular made me really remember how comfortable I am writing at mlm smut because yours truly is a mlm himself 😌 but anyway I hope this came out okay for your liking! Also don't be I'm a little bit of a simp for him as well 👉👈

(NSFW under the cut as always!)

V is a total switch, he gets from Vergil. (But unlike Vergil, our lovely poet here isn't ashamed to admit it to himself) He always varies on either side of the spectrum depending on the mood you catch him in. It's really hard to tell which one you'll get from him with him being hard to read most times so it's always good to be prepared for whatever he may throw your way.

Sometimes you'll get the full out incoherent whimpering whining mess; the one that's teary eyed with his raven locks tousled in every which way into the bed sheets below him, his face entirely flushed contrasting with his pearly white skin, begging you to go harder and faster until you full him up to the brim.

Then there'll be the other times you'll get his long slender fingers in your hair as his other hand smooths ever so antagonizing slow down your back side, skimming over the flesh of your ass to lightly rub around your hole, your thighs shaking as they straddle his fragile hips as his full lips graze your ear and in that deep sex appeal voice of his asks you to tell him why you've been such a good boy to deserve the reward to have him grant your pleasure followed by light nibbles and bites to your earlobe that travel down your neck to your chest.

V actually doesn't have a preference when it comes to giving head, he'll go one way or another all depending on your preferences, either way he likes both giving and receiving.

Because of him being fragile and prone to get tired easily when it comes to giving, always make sure he's in a spot nice and comfortable, give him a pillow for his knees or let him blow you in bed so that the mattress can give him comfortable support.

His throat is nice and warmly wet around you, he always has a little bit of trouble with gagging and breathing at first but after a little while he gets used to it and slowly hums around you sending vibrations up your spine. His tongue flicks at the head of your cock as his hand travels off of your thigh and down to your balls, gently palming them and rubbing them around to earn a throaty shutter from you.

Grab a thick handful of his hair when you come, he'll let out a loud choked back moan as he swallows you down. After you've come down from your high and you let go of his hair and struggle to catch your breath will he let your cock out of his mouth will a loud audible pop followed by a shit eating grin showing you he's drank down all of your come down with only a trace of it still trailing down the corner of his lips. He he speaks his voice hoarse, but still dripping in that deep sexy voice of his;

"You taste delectable, my darling."

There've been many lazy afternoons alone in the van he's had your mouth around his cock, either spread on the couch or tucked in the cramped space of the bathroom. Especially during these times when you suck him off, he does his best to keep his voice down. He bites at his lip and has a supportive hold on the back of your head as you bob him in your mouth.

V likes a challenge so there's times he'll try to recite Blake's words by memory as you're going down on him. It's really pleasing to hear how his voice cracks and pronunciation fail, how he'll accidentally skip lines when he's extremely close to get frustrated when you pull back up and tell him of his mistake and cutting his potential orgasm short.

V, depending on his mood, can also deep into his inner Vergil and bring out the most poetic of dirty talk. In these moments he makes it known whose in charge and with a grip on your hair will he tell how divine your mouth feels and how he doesn't want you to waste a drop he spills down your velvet throat.

When V comes it always takes a lot out of him, so when he fills your mouth he'll try his best to look you in the eyes and tell you how you felt he'll either flop back for a breather before continuing or conk out right on the spot so it's a good idea to have him near somewhere he can lie down after ✨activities✨

On the hardest of nights that Nelo Angelo haunts his dreams, V has trouble falling asleep. He usually wakes up with a chest rupturing gasp that has a good chance waking you up next to him. He likes when you comfort him in these times, he won't talk about exactly what's troubling him but he really appreciates it. So on the nights it gets really bad he likes making love to you as a distraction.

When he does this his kisses are always more needy and frequent. He'll kiss every inch of your body and with a deep throaty moan he tells you he'll worship you like a god.

With his lips onto yours kissing you like his life depends on it he'll reach down and press his cock to yours, grinding his hips to get that nerve prickling feeling between them and drink in every moan you make against his mouth through his ears.

Once he enters you his tattooed hands entangle tightly with yours. His thrusts hit deep and hard as he calls you every single pet name he can think off. His eyes don't leave your gasping face for a second as he then sputters out the first work of Blake's that can come to his mind. Harder and harder you whine and sob out from your incoming release as the sound of your cock slapping your stomach and V against your ass have a light echo throughout the walls of your shared room.

When the deed is over do the two of you entangle, sweaty, in each other's embrace. V presses several meaningful kisses to you lips as he thanks you for getting his mind off of plagued nightmares that are not his own. He says one last thing before he finally feels himself ease into slumber (you following closely behind)

"I thank you for everything you've given me this time I've been alive. I love you, (Name)."

#devil may cry #devil may cry x reader #mine #v dmc #v x reader #sin content #male reader

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