Do what makes you happy as long as it ins't hurtin

Once it was official that Dionysia was going to be reinstated and that their general students were welcome to return, you scrambled to be one of the first ones back. You also eagerly volunteered to be one of the acts in the first show back.

And, after being away from the silks for too long, the first rehearsal was a cold, hard reminder of just how difficult performing was.

Jo couldn’t help but laugh softly as she collapsed on the bed beside you, lying on her side to get the best view of you. “You were probably working the hardest out of all of us,” she commented, her hand reaching forward and stroking your cheek. “You looked amazing on the silks, though. It was like no time passed at all. I just spent the whole rehearsal trying to lead all of the returners and measure them for costumes. It makes me wish we had a lot more fox robes.”

As you let out another deep sigh, you reached for Jo’s arm and pulled it toward you, cuddling her arm as if it were a pillow. “Hey, Jo,” you began, turning to your side to meet her bright eyes. “Do you think I can stay the night in your room? I just…”

She didn’t leave you struggling for the right words, immediately nodding. “You don’t have to explain yourself, cutie. You’re free to stay the night in my room whenever you like. It’s been a long time though, hasn’t it?”

Too long, you thought, letting out a sigh of relief. Even when you failed to reach for the right words, Jo always knew what you meant. She understood your needs almost better than you understood your own, honestly. “It has been a while,” you whispered, closing your eyes. “The last time I stayed the night in your room was… last year? Now I just want to stay here forever. Forget all about our classes.”

“If only,” Jo responded, her free arm raising until she could card her fingers through your hair in a soothing motion. “Are you about to fall asleep already? At least change into something more comfortable. I think I still have a pair of your pajamas somewhere around here.”

“You have a pair of my pajamas lying around? Why?”

A light laugh filled the air. “Because the last time you spent the night here, you left them on my floor. Remember? You made a whole point of bringing them, only to strip them off for me anyway and leave the next morning in a rush. I don’t even think you wore underwear with your uniform that day-”

“Stop, stop!” You interrupted her, face heating up. The moment she started describing it, you remembered that night well - and you remembered waking up naked in bed the next day, realizing you had class in less than ten minutes. You got yourself dressed so quickly that many details were forgotten along the way. “Any - anyway, I’m really not that tired, just my body is.”

Jo hummed for a moment, considering. “How about I help you wind down?” Jo suggested, standing up and reaching a hand out to you. “My bath is big enough for the two of us, you know. Let me pamper you, cutie.”

After a long day, nothing sounded better than Jo’s pampering. No one knew how to spoil quite like they did - and that close attention was something that you missed the most. “Please,” you reached up, taking their hand in yours.

Effortlessly, Jo pulled you to your feet. “Leave it all to me,” she told you with a smile. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed doing this for you.”

Her hand was warm and soft in yours as she led you to the bathroom, turning on the faucet and running her hand beneath it to test the temperature. “You like it hot, don’t you?”

You nodded before reaching for the hem of your shirt, something that Jo came over and interrupted by grabbing your wrists. “What do you think you’re doing?” Jo asked, a playful look in her eyes. “I told you that I’d be the one to take care of you, didn’t I? That means you have to let me.”

Although it seemed like a joke, Jo’s face was somewhat serious, making you laugh and tilt your head. “Taking off my clothes counts as taking care of me?”

“The way I do it, yes,” Jo reached for the buttons of your uniform, slowly undoing them. “Or has it been so long that you forgot how much I enjoy this part? When I’m the one stripping you, touching you… all of your attention is on me. Do you know how intoxicating it is to have the attention of someone so beautiful?”

“As a matter of fact, I do,” you smiled as you met her eyes. “Or are you clueless about your own beauty? Whether you’re a man or a woman - both versions of you… they’re breathtaking.”

A slight flush rose to Jo’s cheeks as she finally pulled your shirt over your head. “You really know how to flatter me, don’t you?” Jo asked, her fingers now at your skirt, urging it down. “Really, though… you don’t know how much it means to me to know you’re attracted to both sides of me. I used to worry that one side of myself would be more loved than the other, but… it’s not like that with you.”

The look in Jo’s eyes was one you weren’t familiar with when it came to her - not exactly insecurity, but uncertainty. You reached forward, taking a lock of her blonde hair and tucking it behind her ear. “When I told you that I wanted you, I meant all of you. How could I love you any other way?”

There was that word - love. It made Jo’s heart skip a beat, and suddenly, she was that much more eager to get you undressed. It wasn’t long before your uniform was on the bathroom floor, and she reached over to turn off the water. “Go ahead, get in. I’ll join you.”

For a moment, you considered offering to strip her too, but you knew she’d push your hands away and insist on doing it herself. So, instead, you lowered yourself into the warm water of the tub and kept your eyes on Jo as she started to strip.

And if there was one thing you absolutely knew to be true about Jo, it was that they loved to put on a show.

Jo’s cardigan came off first, falling to the floor in a heap as she met your eyes in the tub. “Look away and I’ll stop,” she whispered, her fingers going to the buttons on her uniform, each one coming undone at an agonizingly slow pace.

Something you discovered quickly: apparently, Jo hadn’t been wearing a bra that whole day. If it were winter, you figure that this fact would’ve been discovered quicker - but the sweltering temperature in Dionysia had kept her secret longer. Your eyes were glued to her hands, though, as they slid down her front and to her skirt, pulling it over her thighs just slow enough to make you desperate, this display making you rub your own thighs together. “Are you going to stand there and torture me this whole time or are you going to join me?”

“Are you getting impatient already?” Jo asked, their voice teasing as the last of their clothing was tossed aside. “Scoot forward. I want to be behind you.”

You followed the instruction obediently, Jo slipping behind you. Her legs immediately went around your waist, and she pulled you against her chest, her hands going to your shoulders and starting to rub them. “Now relax,” she told you, her voice soft. “I’ve got you from here.”

A groan left your lips as you relaxed against her hands, melting into Jo’s touch. Her hands were better than magic - skillfully finding every tense muscle and working it. She couldn’t help but let out a laugh at your noises as she worked. “You sound so lovely already. I can’t wait to hear what you sound like once we get back into bed.”

Right as you were about to say that you couldn’t help yourself, her hands pulled away, and an involuntary whine revealed your disappointment. “Wait - don’t stop already.”

She smiled, reaching for a small stand beside her bath and pulling the drawer open. “I’m not stopping yet. I just remembered that I have some massage oils. Do you need my hands on you that much, cutie?”

Your face burned at the tease, but before you could form a proper retort, her hands were back on you and all you could do was sink back against her chest. “I could stay here all night,” you whispered, the massage oil working into your skin and seeming to take away all remaining tension.

“You’ll turn into a raisin,” Jo teased, their voice right beside your ear, breath tickling the shell of your ear. The sensation suddenly made you realize just how close Jo was in every aspect - bare chest against your back, thighs around your waist…

Before you could stop yourself, your unfiltered thoughts came spilling out.

“I want more,” you whispered, your head turning just enough to look back and meet Jo’s eyes. “Please.”

Jo smiled back at you, her eyes glittering. “Didn’t I say I’d take care of you? You don’t have to look so needy. All you have to do is ask. But you have to be patient first, and then you’ll earn more. Does that sound fair to you, beautiful?”

Beautiful. With words as sweet as that, you knew that you’d bend to any of Jo’s whims.

She removed her hands again to reach for a bottle on the side of the bath, squeezing a small amount of shampoo into her hands before working it against your scalp. Her nails against your scalp were rubbing calming circles, and Jo began to hum behind you as she worked. “Are you already feeling better?” Jo asked after a moment, grabbing a cup on the side of the bath and filling it with water, beginning to rinse the shampoo out. “I know I already told you this, but you really did work hard today. It made me really proud to see you up there. I could only think about how lucky I am.”

“I’m the lucky one,” you whispered back to them, feeling them start to work conditioner into the ends of your hair. “I mean, I’m the one who’s getting pampered right now. And I’m the one who’s dating the most beautiful ringleader Dionysia has ever had. And I’m the one who’s lucky enough to call you mine.”

“Oh? I’m yours, am I?” Jo asked teasingly, their breath against your ear again. “I think I can live with that.”

Jo rinsed the conditioner from your hair minutes later, and drained the bath once the water started to cool down, getting out before you and wrapping a thin and short red bathrobe around herself before extending a hand to you once again. “Come on.”

Your hand wrapped around hers easily, and once you were pulled from the bath, she wrapped a towel around your body before ushering you back into the bedroom. “Lie back. Don’t get dressed quite yet.”

Lie back? “What did you have in mind?” You asked, following their directions anyway and lying back onto their bed, body still slightly wet from the bath despite the towel.

A smirk crossed Jo’s face as she gave you a wink. “You’ve been patient with me already. Can I ask you to be patient for a little longer?”

She turned to her bedside stand, opening it and pulling out a bottle of lotion. The scent was sweet and fruity as she opened the bottle, and she squeezed a generous amount onto her hand before looking back at you. “You wanted me to touch you more, right? Now close your eyes.”

You didn’t waste a moment asking Jo what their plan was, your eyes immediately fluttering shut as you fully relaxed against the mattress. As soon as your eyes were closed, their hands were on your calves, rubbing the muscles in circles as Jo worked the lotion into your skin. They knew exactly what areas seemed to be the most exhausted from your performance, and Jo slowly gave each one attention as they crawled closer to you.

As you felt Jo’s hands go to your sides, another sensation suddenly entered - her lips on the inside of your thighs. You opened your eyes in surprise, looking down only to see Jo smiling up at you from her position between your thighs. “Is this okay, cutie? If you don’t want -”

“No,” you immediately cut her off, one of your hands reaching down to run through her still-damp blonde hair. “Please, keep going.”

She smiled and hummed. “I had a feeling you’d say that. I just wanted to hear you say it out loud.”

Her lips went back to your thighs, leaving soft kisses and lovebites as she worked her way up to your heat. Your hand, still in her hair, eagerly tugged. Jo didn’t miss this, looking up and meeting your eyes. “Am I testing your patience a little too much?”

“Yes,” you told her, not missing a beat. “You make me want you too much.”

“You’ll get what you want,” Jo whispered, placing a soft kiss on your mound, teasing by keeping her mouth anywhere but where you wanted her the most. “But you’ll have to follow just one instruction for me. Can you do that, cutie?”

“What rule?”

“Don’t look away from me,” Jo’s voice was serious. “Avert your eyes and I’ll stop right away.”

Right as she said that, her head went between your legs in earnest, her soft wet tongue licking your slit from top to bottom. A shudder immediately went through your body, and your hand tightened in her hair as you looked down at her.

It had been so long since you felt this. Her tongue working you, eating you out as if you were dripping pure ambrosia. Her eyes constantly flicked up, making sure that you were watching, that your eyes never left her as she kept her pace.

One of her hands stayed wrapped around your thigh to keep you grounded to her, but she freed another hand, two fingers inserting into your dripping entrance. That is the moment that your head almost rolled back, but the idea of Jo stopping once she realized you looked away. Instead, you just whined as she worked you with her tongue and fingers at the same time.

You began to slip right as her fingers curled, finding a sensitive spot, right as her tongue swirled and teased your clit. Your hand left her hair to cover your mouth, stifling an otherwise loud moan that you feared would’ve started drawing the attention of others in the dorm. Jo took it as a sign that she was doing something right, adding another finger and sticking her face as close to your heat as possible.

That ended up being the final straw you could take, and with a loud moan you came undone around her fingers, your thighs clenching hard around her head. Jo kept up her stimulation all the while, making sure you could ride out your orgasm to completion. It was only when it started becoming overstimulating did you push her head away, panting. “Jo - I - I can’t -”

Without hesitation, Jo pulled her head back, sitting up to look down at you as one arm of hers raised to wipe off the proof of your pleasure from her chin. “Too much?” Jo asked, reaching down and tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. “I may have gotten carried away.”

You shook her head. “Just for now. But trust me, I want to return the favor -”

She shook her head, crashing beside you as she curled her body close to yours. God, she was soft - her skin dewy and sweet-smelling after the bath. “Not tonight. This was all about you, cutie. But tomorrow morning? I might take you up on it then.”

Frostheim!Ritsu who introduces himself to all of the ghouls in Frostheim but takes particular interest in Luca.

Frostheim!Ritsu who does his due diligence and researches each of the ghouls’ backgrounds and finds out about Luca’s missing twin brother. Though interesting, he dismisses it since at this time he is not aware of Lucas’ motivation. The more research he does on Luca, the more intrigued he becomes; eventually coming to the conclusion that he must form some sort of relationship with him. Even if it’s strictly professional. After all, one can never have too many connections.

Frostheim!Ritsu who finds Luca with Kaito the next day in the library (as per their behavioral model) and introduces himself once more. He befriends Luca and by extension Kaito (though Kaito’s not particularly of interest to him). Growing up, Ritsu did not have many friends so the concept of “hanging out” was fairly foreign to him and due to his schedule, he could not attend many of them. Nonetheless, he made it a priority to get closer to Luca.

Frostheim!Ritsu who finds out that Luca can also speak French and German and is elated to have someone that he can talk to in those languages. Oftentimes during missions or at Darkwick, he initiates conversations in either tongue so that their conversations remain private (much to Kaito’s chagrin).

Frostheim!Ritsu who gets asked by Luca if he would like to study with him and Kaito. Initially, he is reluctant to do so because of Kaito’s presence (he contemplated charging Kaito his consultation fee but decided against it since it is a time meant to be productive). His study schedule perfectly aligns with Luca’s so he has no problem setting a time and place. According to his own behavioural model (yes, he has one for himself) his productivity slightly increased when studying with them  than when he studies on his own. He hypothesized that it could be better had it not been for a certain blonde’s distractions and constant breaks. Ritsu takes note of this and schedules dates when Kaito has his remedial classes so that it’s just him and Luca studying.