“Tony,” she called, forcing the word out through clenched teeth.
The microphone hidden beneath the brooch pinned to her dress caught the sound of her breath. Every instinct told her to reach for her ear, to check whether the connection was still working, but that was exactly the sort of movement that got people noticed. So she kept her hand wrapped around her card and stayed perfectly still.
The reception hall buzzed with conversation. Crystal chandeliers reflected soft gold light across polished floors, diplomats drifting from group to group with practiced smiles and carefully measured laughter. A waiter passed beside her carrying a silver tray filled with champagne flutes. Without looking away from her target, Ziva plucked one from the tray. The glass touched her lips, but she barely drank.
Across the room, Dessen stood at the center of a cluster of diplomats. He was good. Every gesture appeared effortless. Every smile arrived at exactly the right moment. He listened attentively, laughed easily, touched shoulders and shook hands with the confidence of someone who belonged wherever he stood. For a moment, she understood why people trusted him. Ziva forced the thought away.
“Tony,” she pressed.
“What?” His voice arrived a second later, distant and distorted through the connection.
“You missed the last update.”
“Sorry.” A burst of static crackled through her earpiece. “Say again?”
Ziva winced. The noise sharpened suddenly as he shifted somewhere on the other end, a grainy screech that stabbed into her ear. She fought the urge to pull the device out.
“You were not listening,” she said in a hiss.
“I was multitasking.”
“With what?”
There was a pause, then a breath. “Regret, mostly,” he said.
from my next big fic 💙 if I ever manage to pull it off?? tagging loves @sheistheweapon @hundan @silvertonedwords + whoever wants to do this
Eyyyy im backkk! Sorry for the late shitpost, My schoolworks keeping me busy :'). I wrote this while suffering in online class so if theres been any mystakes i apologize 😭🥲
Just The Two Of Us (Fluff) [Mysta Rias X Reader]
Summary: Mysta can't sleep, so you take him outside and danced together with the rain
"ngghhh..." You mumbled as you slowly started getting your counsciousness back... You blinked your eyes few times and then process everything around you, now fully awake.
It was dark, but the radiant moon is helping you see. You turned to your left and see mysta with his brown-greyish soft hair with the moon's light while looking at the window. Ah... It was raining heavily
"...Mysta?..." You whispered under your breath, calling out for your lover's name
"Huh- Oh... Y/N sorry, Did i wake you up?..." Mysta asked with a soft and careful voice
"Nah, You didnt.." You blinked while rubbing your eyes gently
"...Cant sleep?" You asked, Remembering that mysta usually gets nightmares and have trouble sleeping. Seeing mysta's eye, it looks like he woke up earlier and cant go back to sleep.
"Yeah...." Mysta answered with a low voice
"..." The silence was comfortable, the two of you sat on the bed, watching the heavy rain outside the window and listening to the rain sounds
"ah!" You thought of something after a while
"Hm?" Mysta hummed, Curiously
"I have an idea... Wanna try it?" You stated, Mysta looked at you suspiciously
"..You and your ideas are not trustable-" Mysta got interuppted by you grabbing his hands
"C'mon!" You chuckled and then grabbed him outside the house, Without umbrella or anything to cover yourself from the rain
"W-why are we outside?-" Mysta questioned, furrowing his eyebrows.
"Hehe, Let's go!" You responded happily. Grabbing his arms and then getting on the spot where theres no roof to cover you up
After stepping out, You and mysta both got wet because of the heavy rain
"...now we are both wet" Mysta looked at you wondering what are you thinking (Ok but the sentence are kinda sussy-)
"Mysta... My dear boyfriend... Wanna dance?" You smirked, looking at him
"Y/N... Alright" Mysta sighed, smiling back at you
You grabbed his hands, While he grabbed your waist. The two of you danced with the rain, Syncing the steps, smiling to each other like crazy in love.
The rain poured heavily, But that didnt stopped you both from dancing. The moon and stars seems to be brighter than before, As if watching the two of you dance in the rain.
"I love you... Today, Tomorrow, the day after... And Forever..." Mysta said, Meaning every words. For you, That is very special. Mysta is never the type to be so affectionate and say these kind of words... But you know he'll say it only for you...
"I love you more.." You responded, smiling like crazy the whole time.
The two of you spended the night dancing together, Free from all the troubles in life.
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Next Morning
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"Haha" You giggles as ike stared at both mysta and you.
"*Sigh* what happened again? Why are the both of you sick?" Ike asked with a voice that is quite worried.
"We just spend the night together, Nothing more" Mysta reassured. Looking at you while smiling warmly
You smiled softly back at him. Ike looked at the both of you and sighed, Letting you both have your time together.
'These two are both crazy in love. Well, Love is really troublesome' Ike thought
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OK BUT DAMNNNN, I HAVE NEVER WROTE ANYTHING ROMANTIC LIKE THISSSSS AHHHHH THIS IS SO CHEESY IM CRINGING WHILE WRITING THIS 😭😭😭.
Inspiration: The damn rain in here. Thanks for giving me ideas and motivation to write this shit. I am definitely not gonna do this again 🗿
for a writing prompt, any canon era thoughts abt ralbert? also love ur ralbert fanart its so cute!
thank you so much !! they’re pretty much all i draw anymore lmao
oh oh oh ok i have so many cause i never talk canon era
TW: lil vague mention of period typical homophobia, but it is not at all a part of the story and is ONLY MENTIONED
hcs under the cut cause i never shut up
pretty much just like modern ralbert but. more secretive cause. yk. it’s illegal
CEOs of knowing glances n coded flirting
seriously they have full conversations in the middle of a crowded lodging house with just a look. jack hates it So Much cause half the time their silent conversations are about his shenanigans
albert is the only one allowed anywhere near race’s cigar without suffering the consequences
to add to that, race isn’t the one that smokes, albert is. if you see smoke and hear voices coming from the fire escape in the middle of the night, know albert’s the one with a cigar in his hand
race just likes having something in his hands, and he’s a better pickpocket than albert is
they also lead the “i sold all my papers let’s go make out in an alley” brigade cause they’re impulsive and chaotic
their favorite - for anything other than selling purposes - is days where the sky opens up and pours down rain. actually yk what-
have a scene:
“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon! It’ll stop before we get out there if you don’t hurry, Al!” Race bounces up and down on his toes, excited.
“M’comin’, hold your horses, Toni.”
Albert reaches the landing of the stairs, grinning when Race launches himself at him before pushing him out the doors into the torrential downpour coming down on Manhattan.
Race doesn’t hesitate, grabbing his hand and dragging him beyond the overhang and giggling brightly at the way he’s soaked to the bone within seconds. Albert scrunches up his face, hating the way his wet clothes cling to him, but then a pretty boy tugs him close and starts them spinning in place and he’s forgetting all about it.
Race stops them spinning, jumping in place and sending a puddle fanning out beneath his feet before placing a hand on Albert’s shoulder and grabbing his other hand in his own. His finds his waist, and Race half sings something pretty in Italian for the two of them to hear, interrupting it to laugh when Albert spins him.
There’s never anyone out, when it’s pouring. It’s only them.
Albert glances in every direction, seeing nothing but rain soaked buildings and silent streets. He releases Race’s hand, moving it to his cheek, eyes lingering on the flattened curls and the clumped lashes that frame a pair of dizzyingly blue eyes.
“Attento ora, rosso.” Race says with a teasing smile. “Someone might think you’re in love with me or somethin’, you keep lookin’ at me like that.”
“What a crying shame that would be, huh?” It would be. It was easier to joke, though, than face the idea of losing each other just because of who they love.
Race bites his lip, snarky reply on the tip of his tongue, but Albert just shakes his head and leans in, putting all the soft, mushy feelings he can’t voice into a kiss that can’t last very long, due to setting.
“Now, c’mon, let’s go see how flooded Bottle Alley is.” He lingers a moment, keeping Race pressed against him for a beat before stepping back and turning on his heel down the street.
“Beat you there!” Race says, already sprinting down the street ahead of his. Albert shakes his head and takes off after him, letting out a laugh that makes Race’s heart flip.
yeah. them. n e way
they’re just really in love
share a bunk
not like. like.
listen.
jojo sleeps on the bottom bunk. they sleep on the top bunk when albert’s at the lodging. which is often tbh. race doesn’t really sleep unless he’s there, so he stays
sometimes race doesn’t sleep anyway and they go and hang out on the fire escape. make out or bicker about headlines or talk about what they’d do if they could be together for the rest of forever like they want
they’re just. yeah. always getting into shit. bein chaotic n in love. the usual behavior
thank u sm for the ask !!! they’re the sweetest and i never get to talk about them in canon era cause all my aus are modern. mwah !!!!
Hi @enter-plot-holes-here !!!! I’m filling a request for a blush scene in the rain. Anyway you said modern OR canon era, so why not a bit of both in the form of a reincarnation au? This should be fun. @newsiesgiftexchange
I’m sorry this is so late!!! I had one idea and it wasn’t work so I had to rewrite it as something else and that’s why it took so long!
Tw: past death, references to WW1
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Well, this was a weird morning.
The whole friend group had slept over at the theatre to celebrate the start of the new school year for the drama club, and accidentally stumbled on memories of a past life where they lived and died together along the way.
Y’know, as you do.
They’d spent most of the remainder of the night after they woke up from a shared dream talking everything through. Reassuring each other that they were all here and safe now and reminiscing about the good times like right after the 1899 strike to make things like the fact that they’d all died in World War I feel less scary.
They had stopped talking around 3:00 AM, because Jack and Davey were ever the mom friends and they insisted that everyone needed it.
Mush doubted anyone had actually gotten more than a few minutes of sleep. Old habits died hard, after all. A life of being newsies and then soldiers and nurses meant most of them usually woke up around 5:00. That, and a good half of them were having existential crises.
Mush was sure the other half would have their own crises later on their own time, but he’d personally spent like an hour staring at the ceiling and internally freaking out.
And holding Blink, because he was the one constant in all of this. Loving him was something from both lifetimes.
Anyway, once everyone woke up for the morning and they all ordered Taco Bell breakfast burritos on Ubereats as planned, it was time for everybody to go home.
As if by some telepathic signal of reluctance, they were all kind of hovering in the general area just inside the door, none of them wanting to leave the others just yet.
Besides just the trauma factor, there was also that it wasn’t really cold on a morning this early in the fall, but it was chilly enough that Mush wasn’t too excited about walking home even though he only lived a few blocks away. Most of the others lived farther. Only a few of them had cars.
And some of the clouds overhead had decided it was a good time for some rain, so there was that.
It looked pretty, since patches of the horizon were visible and rays of the early morning sun were shining through the sheets of rain, but that didn’t mean anyone was eager to get out and walk in it.
“No,” Davey said suddenly.
When Mush looked over, he and Jack were having one of those telepathic conversations they always used to have. Looked like they were fully back in their old rhythm.
“No. Don’t even—“
But he laughed and didn’t fight it when Jack kicked the door open and dragged him into the rain. That was all the signal the rest of them needed to run out and start kicking up puddles, splashing friends and partners they now remembered their full history with.
Riding the chaotic energy of the friend group together again, Mush grabbed the little Bluetooth speaker he’d bought at Walmart out of his backpack and put on the High School Musical 3 soundtrack.
High School Musical didn’t exist, and wouldn’t for a good ninety years, the last time they’d all been together like this, but the vibes worked for right now, as everybody ditched their backpacks and sleeping bags on the benches in front of the school.
Blink laughed loudly when Mush grabbed him and spun him into some kind of disjointed swing dance that didn’t work quite right because the music’s tempo wasn’t like what they’d danced to before, but—
But the moment was still perfect. They were alive, they were here, and they were surrounded by their chosen family, though it felt almost as if there was nothing in the world but the rain, and the two of them dancing, and the euphoric happiness between them.
Mush yelped when Blink suddenly switched things up to take the lead, and spun him into a dip.
Not that he was complaining. Blink being an amazing dancer in this lifetime worked great for him. Not that he’d been a bad dancer in the last one, but… well, a couple of the dance styles they used in their shows now hadn’t really existed back then, so…
Blink didn’t smile like this often in any lifetime, open and carefree with joy. Not when other people could see them, especially.
“I missed you,” he said sweetly, everything else in the world just background noise.
Mush stepped back with his right leg for more stability as he reached for his boyfriend’s face.
“I’m right here.”
The morning rain was chilly, but Mush felt warm all over when they kissed.
They kept it short and sweet, of course, so they could get back to living out everybody’s teen romcom fantasy of dancing in the rain.
Mush didn’t want to look away from Blink’s eyes, but he wanted to think there was a rainbow somewhere above their heads right now.
This situation was more complicated than anyone was currently thinking about, and they all still had a lot to talk about some other day.
But right now, there was only the rain, the dancing, and the joy of being together.
…
Why yes, the title is from a High School Musical 3 song. What about it? :)
wrote a 'short' HPA Au fanfic; i was just kinda bored and in the mood to write something rainy
Story below the cut
Soft rain drops soaked the town below the grey blanketed sky, cooling down the mid spring afternoon; shops closed up for the day, workers scampering off to get home before their clothes soak, cars disturbing the resting puddles they ride through as they pass half empty buildings and narrowly miss splashing pedestrians. The day cooled with each drop that fell, and the sun started to give up fighting the clouds, falling towards the horizon to call it a night. Out of all the people who scampered about, keeping the city's heart pulsing a few more minutes as they made their ways to warm homes and dry shelters, only one soul was there to stay a while.
Rain seeped slowly into the red cotton hoodie that was worn to temporarily protect a beige school uniform, the shoulders and hood heavy with the collected raindrops, successfully rendering the item useless as the beige overcoat beneath soaked up the water. The owner didn't mind the feeling, no he quite liked it; he loved the rain, how it feels, smells, sounds, it was like a comfort item in the form of weather. The drops soaked the ends of purple-blue locks that stuck up every-which-way; collecting then dripping from the tips of some, while pressing others to paper pale skin, skin with an extra pale dusting to hide the flicks of freckles that paraded across the fair boy's small body.
He knew he'd have to catch a train soon, but didn't really want to go home yet, not when he knew the rain wouldn't follow him towns away, it was making its journey the opposite direction and had probably already given his home a visit. Alas, he knew if he missed another train to linger in the city a while longer, he'd be stuck there, towns away from his comfy bed for the night, he had already overstayed his usual time amongst the tall towers. He took a deep breath as he lingered on the curb edge, a puddle of resting water collecting in the dip just beyond the tips of his shoes; lavender eyes scanned the black strip of asphalt back and forth till he forced his body to move forward in a sprint, careful to not to disturb the puddle. he stopped on the other side, face to face with a lush park, the train station only the other side of it; he stepped through the threshold of the park's intricate black metal archway hesitantly. The boy lingered just past it to look up at the under appreciated art, smiling softly at the raindrops that collected on it's woven bars and dripped down in drops big enough to soak his palm had he reached out to catch one.
He shook his head as a reminder to himself of his task to get home, putting one foot in front of the other as he trudged on through the park, taking one of the many winding paths that lead to the old station. He left his body on autopilot, trusting it to carry him in the right direction, his mind wandering to the beautiful gardens and trees of the park; beautiful flowers bloomed in beds and on bushes, ivy wove itself through parts of the metal fencing that framed the little slice of nature, trees arched over the paths and reached up at the sky. The rain sparkled against the fragile velvet petals of the sweet scented flowers, and dripped off the waxy surface of leaves. Lampposts flickered to life on their usual timer, signalling to the boy truly how late it had been, their light becoming dominant over the deep gold that seeped through the clouds at the horizon. he muffled a swear under heavy breath and picked up his pace, bringing his saunter to a jog and narrowly missing puddles in the uneven sidewalk.
He managed to make his way through the park in time to rest a while at the station before having to board the train and ride to the end of the line; he sighed and leaned against the outside of the shelter closing lavender eyes and breathing in the sweet smell of the rain. Peacefully he stayed there, simply passing his time by enjoying the weather he loved so. His peace was slightly disrupted by the sound of dress shoes scuffing the concrete towards him in a slightly panicked fashion; at first he assumed it had just been another person wanting to catch the train, frantically scampering for cover from what himself thought of as damp bliss, but that assumption rang wrong as the person's familiar voice called his name
"Ouma-kun!" the voice made his heart leap, not just in surprise, but in another, more saccharine emotion he kept buried away.
Ouma opened an eye as the steps stopped in front of him, he was greeted by the sight of A taller boy, blue locks of hair hidden beneath a cap worn with love and age; a big black pea-coat covered a skin tight turtleneck sweater. The boy sported a worried expression, glints of confusion in moonlit eyes that were perfectly framed by black mascara as he gripped tightly to the handle of the yellow umbrella he held to shield himself from the rain.
A soft sigh slipped from Ouma's lips as he opened the other eye, both lavender meeting the moonlight "hello Saihara-chan"
"what are you doing out here this late? and in the rain?" he worried "you're soaked"
Ouma let out one of his signature giggles, bringing a sleeve covered hand to his lips "i could ask you the same, what are you doing out here?"
"i was heading home from work, then i saw you" Saihara paused a second "i've never seen you outside of school, it was really weird to see you running through the park, still in uniform no less"
Ouma pushed himself off the side of the shelter and adjusted his clothes, pulling the soft red cloth over the tips of his fingers "i decided to hang around a while before heading home, what's the harm in it!"
"you could have gotten a cold, why didn't you head home and change into something more fitting for the weather at least?" Ouma stifled a flinch at the almost motherly tone the taller boy used; of course he never told a soul in this town he lived far off in a small humble town, it was his little secrete to keep in fear of judgement for where he was raised clouding his peer's views on him. He couldn't blame Saihara for thinking he could pull off such a feat. Instead of saying anything Ouma only shrugged, earning a huff from Saihara. "Ouma that isn't an answer"
Ouma glanced down the train track, hoping the train would come soon and rescue him from the unwanted situation "i just didn't want to"
"that's a lie, isn't it" Saihara claimed, nearly certain in tone. Ouma glanced up at him before looking back down the track, pulling the checkered scarf he hid beneath the hoodie over his mouth, he knew Saihara was a good detective when he wanted to be, but now was not the time he should bother actually trying. "please don't ignore me, i'm just worried about you"
Ouma snorted in amusement "why? you never are at school, when Harukawa tries to strangle me to death, when your supposed best friend lashes out and tries to punch me- Why be worried now, when i'm not in danger?" the other fell silent, Ouma looked up at him and cocked a brow, seeing the guilt written in his classmate's eyes.
"Ouma i don't mean to be that way i just can-"
"Can't ruin your friendship with Momota just because you want to learn about me?" no response rang back, Ouma sighed and shook his head, spotting the train's headlights in the distance "you know, he may be a total douche to me, and rightfully so, but he won't stop being friends with you for hanging out with me. Hell, the guy is dating my best friend"
Saihara's shoulders relaxed a bit "I guess.... Hey wait-!" Ouma giggled at the sudden outburst, the 'great' detective realizing what the smaller boy did "How did this end up being about me? i came over here to ask you why you're out here like this"
"i'm just that good at throwing you off track!" Ouma laughed, hearing a slight chuckle slip from the other's lips, the sound making his heart flip, a light blush hidden beneath pale makeup "if you must know Saihara-chan, it's because i live in another city, it would have taken too long if i went home to change"
Saihara smiled softly, seemingly satisfied enough by the only proper answer he was going to get "alright, just, next time you do this, make sure you have something better to change into on hand"
"yeah yeah, don't mother me. you aren't Tojo-san, you don't have mom friend power over me!" the sound of the train softly screeching to a halt at the station silenced the duo, and the trains door's opened up, some passengers stepping out and fleeing from the rain "that's my ride, farewell my beloved"
Ouma bid the taller adue with a dramatic bow and scampered towards the train, "see you tomorrow Ouma-kun" was the last thing Ouma heard before the train's doors closed behind him. He took a seat by a station-side window and waved through it at Saihara, who gave a quick wave back before starting to walk back the way he came.
Ouma slipped his messenger bag bookbag off his shoulder and tugged the soaked hoodie off, folding it up and leaving it atop his bag in the seat next to him. He let out a sigh and leaned back against the worn cushions of the train's chairs, shutting his eyes a few moments as the train lurched forward. He listened to the soft rain hitting the window and the rhythmic chugging on the train's engine, letting it lull him into a peaceful rest as the train carried him homeward.
a/n: omg they got papa emeritus v in house of 1000 corpses when Otis paints up his face
pic from pinterest
Rain had been completely missing from anyplace I usually saw him in for the second day now.
He wasn’t one to skip out on things, he didn’t seem sick the day before he vanished, and I know he hadn’t left the Ministry. With some – probably disproportionate – concern, I went to ask whichever of his bandmates I saw first about what was going on with Rain. Ironically, one of them had come to find me at the same time.
Aether pulled me aside and explained the whole situation, how Rain was safe but he was dealing with a fairly intense heat that was making him nearly incoherent. On occasion, he would beg for you and whine about being left alone but then refuse to have you brought in or have anyone else come near him.
Being somewhat of a guardian figure in the pack, Aether decided it would help Rain if I was brought over to him – even just to talk through what was going on. I couldn’t stop to think of respecting Rain’s wishes once I heard he was struggling through something, even if it was as natural as his heat.
Aether led me to him and promised me that he would be right outside the door if I needed anything. My steps rushed quietly over the floor as I found Rain curled up over his bed, his hands shaking while he clutched over himself and whined softly into his pillow.
“Rain? Water-lily? I’m here, I just wanted to check on you.” I called to him gently.
He sighed, a faint whimper muffling into the pillow under his face.
“Should I get you some water? Maybe something to eat?”
“Mm-mm. I don’t need that stuff.”
“What do you need, Rainy?”
He sighed again and his watery eyes peeked over to me pitifully, “I… Something different is happening this time. I don’t wanna scare you. You should go.”
“Scare me?” I asked incredulously, taking a seat at his bedside. “Never, Rainy, I’m here for you.”
“It’s not… human.”
“What is it, Rain?”
He gave me a worried look and shut his eyes before giving an answer: “It’s a tentacle.”
“Huh? What is?”
He let out a more embarrassed sigh that time, “You know my bottom growth? This time around, it turned into a tentacle and it’s so sensitive… I feel, I feel everything so much harder during this heat.”
“Aww, Rain, that’s okay. I’ll help you however I can.”
“How?” He whined. “It’s a fucking tentacle! It moves on its own, what are you going to do with it?”
I set a hand pointedly over his back, “I’ll help you. Just tell me what feels good or what you want me to try and I’ll do it. Any time you get heats, you know it never helps to ignore it – that just makes it worse.”
He turned away, facing the wall and making a noise of exasperation, “I know you want to help, but what if it grosses you out or something? I don’t think I can face you again if y- ah!”
His body lurched and curled into itself more, Rain’s hand flying to settle over his low abdomen like it would help the simmering ache there. I came closer, running my fingers through his hair and shushing him as he let out soft whimpers until the wave of tension eased.
Rain’s body relaxed slightly but he remained facing the wall, not wanting to face me yet as he slowly began to speak again.
“Maybe… maybe you could… I dunno, touch it without looking? I- I can’t take care of it myself, I’m so sorr- ”
“No, it’s okay. Rain, just lay down and let me help you. I promise I won’t be weirded out. I might be surprised but that’s all, okay?”
Slowly, he nodded and turned to lay on his back.
His eyes shone with vulnerability as he looked at me, making himself trust me with this. I was careful with all my movements and in giving light touches to Rain all through the process of getting his loose clothes off. As the final layer came off, I saw Rain brace himself and even my pulse picked up just before I looked down.
Silence was thick in the air and weighed on each second, making it feel like every single one stretched on for far too long. I had enough experience with ghouls to know that they didn’t always look very human and could have very different features. My expectation was that the tentacle Rain described would be small – about the same size as his growth – which seemed to make sense to me.
Instead, the tentacle grew from that familiar size up to the length of my hand and proportionately wider too. It was a grey-blue color that matched his ghoulish skin tone, the deeper blue tip leaking black ink. Rain looked at me helplessly, tormented by waiting for me to say anything.
Setting a hand along his bared hip bone and watching the way the limb moved on its own, I observed it sway or curl slightly as it rested up along his navel.
I cleared my throat, “You got worried over nothing, Rainy, this isn’t so bad, is it?”
“Uhh… I guess not. If you say so.”
“Did you try… getting off yourself? Just to see what it reacts to?”
“It’s… it’s like- well, you can touch it how you… normally would. You don’t have to fuck me like this though, I get that it’s weird an- ”
“But what do you want, water-lily?” I asked, cutting him off with words and with the circling of my fingers around the base of the smooth tentacle.
A trembling breath came out of his nostrils and his gills fluttered, “ A-Anything, just please d-do something.”
So, I did. It was as much a new experience for me as it was for Rain, experimenting with how the tentacle reacted to different kinds of touches. It didn’t like anything too fast or rough, the skin of it was unbelievably smooth, and the suckers at the underside felt kind of funny on my hand.
Pulling away from the grip of the suckers would make Rain start whining more. That was only with my hands. I tried using my mouth on it, only able to engulf the very tip since it only continued to get wider down towards the base. The suckers liked being flicked at with my tongue, sucking in my cheeks around it made more of the ink drip into my mouth.
I started to just use my tongue to trail along the underside, trying to give each of the suckers some attention. That got Rain very wound up, a puddle of pitch-black ink forming below.
“Can I go further?” I asked him, waiting for Rain to seem a little less hazy.
“Hm? Uh, like how?”
“You can use it on me later, but I wanna feel it… inside.”
His eyes went wide and he blinked, some kind of rush going through his frame as he laid there, “I- ah, are you sure?”
“Yes, Rain. I’m asking you if you’re okay with it.”
“Mhm.” He mumbled, nodding to me as a pale blue flush came over his cheeks.
I moved up to straddle his lap, using a hand to help position the tip into place.
Rain seemed to be exerting some kind of force, trying to keep the limb rigid and bring his hips up to meet me when he already felt so wound-up that he was practically shaking already. As he just barely slipped it inside, his eyes shut tightly and he let out a broken groan.
His plush lips stayed parted and he whimpered at the feeling of me gradually going lower. My hands were splayed over his torso, reaching up to cradle his face or rake through his dark hair. Rain tossed his head, growing louder than I’ve ever heard him and hissing in breaths through gritted teeth.
His whole frame was trembling as he struggled to control himself and I loved the sight of him feeling things so intensely. His fingers were digging into my sides, luckily after he retracted his claws. His breaths rushed from between his gritted teeth.
As I managed to seat myself at the widest part of the base, I could feel the limb moving through my walls like it was feeling out exactly where to add pressure. The tip brushed just over the right spot and I felt every muscle in my body clench. Rain groaned, his chest heaving and eyes still shut tight.
Then, the suckers on the underside kicked in. Never had I felt something so strange yet good, the gentle suction at my inner walls seemed to bring me to the edge unbelievably fast. What I assumed was the ink was gushing within me – Rain apparently being as close as I was.
From one little motion of coming up and re-seating myself over his hips, the dam burst. The suction tugged perfectly and the tip of the tentacle grazed into just the right place to make my whole body shake as I leaned over Rain’s frame at the wash of pleasure soaking through my low abdomen.
Rain was whimpering, tears glistening along his cheeks as they rolled down from his shut eyes and his hips stuttering to attempt an instinctive thrusting motion.
Everything seemed utterly silent for a few moments aside from us catching our rushing breaths. I was laying over Rain’s body, his skin feeling far warmer than it usually did. Beads of sweat dripped down from my temples. The tentacle went limp inside me and I felt the slick rush of its ink seeping out. I slowly propped myself up on my forearms, using my hand to brush away stray waves from Rain’s blue-flushed face.
“You feel any better?” I asked softly.
“Mhm.” He hummed, his eyes shut lightly in bliss. “Jus’ sensitive.”
“I’d get up if I could. You already made a mess, your bed is gonna look flooded if I move.”
“It’ll look like that anyways by the time I’m done with you.” Rain spoke, his voice sounding gruffer.
“Oh?”
“Not stopping now.”
“You sure? You seemed so nervous before…” I teased as he opened his eyes, the pupils covering almost the entirety of his irises.
“I n-need more. It’s better. If we go again, it’ll be better too.”
I chuckled and traced a finger over the elongated fangs that had come out of his gums, “You look like you’re ready to take the lead now.”
Rain didn’t seem to think an answer was necessary, not when he used his grip on my hips to shove me down where he was laying before and hover over me instead.
a/n: I started it off wrong with "dew" instead of "sodo" so instead of sorting through it, I just changed the name & im sorry if that wasn't what you wanted!! I'll have requests open soon if you'd like to ask for sodo
pic from pinterest
Dew was still a little pissy after he’d shorn all his borrowed winter clothes to a puddle on the ground. Skating wasn’t really his forte in the first place, then he wasn’t too happy about having to be caught by Rain and me as he slipped. His claws had torn through the leather of the skates and the claws on his hands had gotten trapped in the ice from trying to steady himself over it. That act of clumsiness was a bit of a blow and he was curling up on the ground away from us. His tail curled protectively around himself and he had a narrow-eyed gaze subtly focused on us; he didn’t want to be bothered but he didn’t want to be entirely left out.
As Rain and I looked to one another with a knowing glance, we took separate ways out of the room then returned with arms full of blankets or pillows. Dew stayed quiet and watched. Some movie was on in the background while we rearranged the room to set up a fort all across the floor. We moved chairs into the room, flipping them around to act as supports for the blanket ceilings. As much as Dew could act like this was silly, he secretly enjoyed it and made it plain every time someone constructed a blanket nest or fort. It might’ve been childish and simple but it was comforting, especially since it only worked if someone else was around for him to curl up to.
“Looks about ready.” Rain remarked, a kind smile on his face as he looked across the constructed fort over to me.
“Yeah, I think so too. I’ll bring some snacks and something warm to drink for all three of us. What do you guys want?”
“Tea. Whatever kind there is.” Rain answering nonchalantly, dipping down to get under the blanket ceiling and curling up to one of the pillows.
“Dew?”
He raised his head in confusion, “Me?”
I nodded, seeing his demeanor shift from wanting to be left alone to wanting to join us. He sat up and scratched at the base of one of his horns, “Um, the same, I guess. Better if it has some cinnamon.”
I smiled and reached to scratch at his head, holding back a laugh at the stuttered purr of approval he let out, “I’ll be right back.”
When I did get back, with arms full and very very careful movements, the boys were slotted beside one another. Dew seemed in a much better mood than before, eased by Rain’s generally laid-back nature and distracted from the incident earlier. As I made my way in, they coaxed me in between them and we laid back against the pillows, staring up at the star-printed blanket ceiling as we talked comfortably about how the plans for the next tour were looking. Any stresses of the week before seemed to just fade from memory.
Dew even brought up the incident on the ice, despite his initial embarrassment. Though, granted, he was expressing that he never wanted to try skating again and that his fingers hurt from the way the claws had dug into the layer of ice. His ears were pricked back up and his tail relaxed against the ground. Rain, as expected, easily fell asleep curled into my side while I tried to smooth away any pain around Dew’s claws, grateful hums or relaxed purrs starting to sound from his throat.
Only when we woke up in the middle of the night did we realize we slept most of the day away in the blanket fort.
