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[honesttaffy]

These two, I can't

[tupiichees]

When you realize your new comfort character is just your old one in a different skin

[8bitchoco]

yoimiya and zhongli !!

[streepytime]

Just Charlene being hilarious and adorable. Hands down my favorite line from the show so far… maybe even my favorite line ever.

[the-l0ser-st4rr]

the cure ‼️

[sleepysoapy]

Post a half-baked smut post to achieve my one fic a week goal or to put it off several days to make something with more plot?

[chaosfairy18]

As always, it was Swifty that started it. Bumlets should have expected it as his boyfriend had been especially giddy just shortly before Halloween. He thought that Swifty was just giggling because he’d been working on sewing something way too elaborate for a normal Halloween and Bumlets would love him for it even more, but no. Well, technically it still was possible that Swifty was hiding his actual costume somewhere, only waiting for Bumlets to sigh in annoyance about this one, to reveal it after he’d gotten him to hate this one so much that anything would be an improvement. He hoped for that option.

“What do you think?”, Swifty asked, grinning, twirling in his skimpy police dress uniform abomination that he must have sewn to fit himself better because there was no way it had this physique beforehand. “Looks just like yours!”

Bumlets’ eyes twitched to where he knew his uniform hung in the wardrobe and wondered if Swifty had replaced every single one he had with something equally skimpy or if he really thought it looked the same. “I don’t see much of a resemblance.”

Swifty came closer, leaning over, hands resting on the armrests of Bumlets’ chair, giving him a thorough look at his cleavage. Either he’d been padding or whatever push up bra he fit under that unholy creation was working exceptionally well.

“See?”, he pointed at the pocket on his chest that would usually read the officer’s name. “It even says ‘Officer Sexy’. I’d say that’s pretty in line with you.”

He sighed and grabbed the hand Swifty still had on the armrest. As much as he hated the theme, the shape itself looked perfect on Swifty. And it at least got his boyfriend into stockings – he wasn’t sure where they were fastened as the dress didn’t look long enough to cover anything, but he was eager to find out.

As he often did, Swifty saw that he’d wormed himself through Bumlets’ defences and gotten him to be more endeared than anything else and sat down in his lap, crossing his arms behind his head. “You could call me officer today. And for the Halloween party. Bet that’d be fun.”

“As if you’d last five minutes if I started doing that, officer.”

Swifty proved him right immediately, blushing and writhing in his lap. “Okay, maybe – hrm – not that. But I can still be your pretty armcandy.”

“If anyone else wore it, I’m sure Hotshot would start a rant about how costumes like this throw back the respect people have for women in the workforce by decades. Why a dress anyways? Not that it doesn’t look great on you.” He rested his free hand on Swifty’s hip who was all too smug about it.

“The male ones weren’t sexy enough. I have a reputation to uphold!”

Kissing his boyfriend’s cheek, he leaned forward so they were close to pressed against each other. “Of course you do. And I’m sure this has nothing to do with you begging to sneak you into the precinct after hours to do things we’d definitely get arrested for.”

Swifty had the audacity to gasp and pretend that wasn’t exactly what he’d been begging ever since the days he’d had to arrest him at least once a week. “Never! I’m just a very new policewoman who definitely could use a raise and better hours. From her supervisor.”

Bumlets gripped his waist tighter and whispered against his lips: “You’re impossible.”

“Always, for you.”