#yes romeo is covered in zippers

[theghostparty]

Roméo et Juliette: de la Haine à l'Amour - Redesign

This redesign is nowhere near finished (currently inking a Le Bal as we speak), but just wanted to drop a preview of what is to come.

...I said it was maximalist and bonkers, didn't I?

...did I also mention that everyone casted is being pulled from a different iteration of the musical?

[13tinysocks]

Hello Spill Your Guts enjoyers. May I offer you a cut scene from chapter 48 of SYG where Brian and (Y/n) have sex on a motorcycle? Too bad because here it is. Context: This is right after Brian and Yn crash the car at the end of their date in but instead of being a good person Yn goes apeshit. 3291K words. 

“Yes, sugar?" A low drawl spoken right into your ear as he pressed a kiss into your neck. A chill crawling it's way up your spine. Fear gripping you, not of him but of what you could so easily become. Tensing in his hold, being basically dangled off a cliffs edge. Usually you were grossly into this sort of thing, the knowledge that he was thinking the same thing made your insides twist. He knew you too well. 

        A kiss would be nice. Accepting disgusting loving, his hands slathered in blood, right after the wave of unnatural thoughts bombarded your brain. You wanted comfort, your body practically shaking with adrenaline.

        "Put me down." Tone low and unconvincing, eyes on the raging fire below, the fire stirring in your gut, the feeling of his arms distracting you from the people burning to death below you. 

        He seemed to get it, that you were accepting the outcome, becoming like him, that you had enjoyed that just as much as he had. Taking note of the weak tremor in your voice and the way you seemed to melt into his arms.

        "Are you sure?" He jested, "It's a long way down." Arms around you teasingly loosening, your body just barley slipping before his grip tightened once more, catching you as you felt a gasp leave your lips. The fear of being dropped mixing with the dopamine that ran through your body when he kissed your neck again, a low chuckle sending vibrations through your skin. 

“Ya’know what Brian?” You snapped, reaching behind yourself and sliding your hand round til you found a semi-hard mass. “Stop playin’ games with me.” Playfully firm, you squeezed his clothed shaft. 

“Soooo,” His breath was wonderfully warm on your neck, you could feel his lips growing closer to your ear, “You don’t want me to drop you?”

“No Brian,” You deadpanned, “I don’t wanna die. I wanna fuck.” God, you sounded like an emo porn actress. 

“You’re awfully forward.” He hummed into your skin, pressing a tender kiss into you before teasinly nipping at you.

At that you quietly moaned, melting further into his back. Reciprocating by gently rubbing your hand along the tent in his jeans. He was only getting harder and your panties were only getting wetter. 

“Maybe because I want you to rail me or something. Food for thought, Bee.” 

Brian chuckled, pulling you away from the cliff's edge, insisting on carrying you all the way to his bike. You didn’t even bat an eye when you passed the still bleeding corpse. In fact your heart only raced faster. He was dangerous, you were dangerous, you were both on a high that left you disgustingly aroused. Might as well ride it out.

He set you on the bike seat and you had to admit a bit of disappointment when you could no longer paw at his pants. You expected him to kiss you but instead he bent down and started to pat your legs. Pressing the balls of his hands around your legs and knitting his brow as if he were looking for something.

“What the actual fuck are you doing?” You asked, impatience heavy in your lowered tone.

Then he settled himself on the ground, warm hands guiding your thighs apart. “Oh you know,” He began, pressing a kiss onto your inner thigh, “Checking to see if you’re hurt.”

Scoffing, you barked, “You little slut. If you wanted something you could have just asked.” You tried to keep up a huffy attitude with him, to not instantly submit to his antics but he just kept on pressing his lips further and further up your thighs. Even though it was through your pants, it was electrifying, each one making your legs shake with anticipation. 

“Oh, I know.” Half-lidded hazel met with (e/c) when he lowly delivered a deliciously spine chilling message, “I just like to watch you squirm. Also, I’m a romantic.”

Without thinking about your pride or dignity or whatever the fuck, you told him, “Alright then Romeo, take my pants off if you really wanna see somethin’.”

And that he did without hesitation. Only bringing himself up to crash his lips into yours. It was a welcomed pressure that you moaned into, feeling his fingers undoing the button of your jeans while he slid his tongue over yours. The zipper was next but you hardly paid attention, head in a whirl when he teasingly bit your lip. When you gasped he throatily chuckled, getting quickly back to grinding his tongue against yours. 

Taking your pants off was an awkward effort that the both of you didn’t break the kiss for. You weren’t going to make any comments about it but the sweaty leather of the motorcycle seat was on the uncomfortable side. A gentle breeze cooled your heated skin, leaves mutedly rustled, the smell of blood and burning flesh hung heavy in the air.

It was only until your jeans were around your ankles and his hand was warmly resting between your thighs did he pull away. Breathless and blushing, Brian still found the energy to purr out a request, “You mind if I make you cum for me a couple times?”

“Holy shit, do whatever you want to me. I don’t care.” You said, shifting to press your wet panties into his hand eagerly.

“Mh-hmm.” Tongues were sliding back together by the time he’d slid the pads of his fingers over your clothed pussy. Being so worked up you readily moaned into his mouth when he torturously circled your clit with his middle finger.

Filled with need you pulled away to make a bold demand, “Get on your knees, bee boy.”

Ever the giver, his head was positioned between your thighs in a matter of seconds without argument. He wanted this as much as you did. Panties yanked down and your knees hooked over his broad shoulders in an instant. 

Brian took in the sight of your ridiculously wet and swollen pussy with his trademark lopsided grin, “Someone’s worked up. I wonder why.” 

“Gee, real mystery we got on our hands.”

He just laughed before carefully approaching your bare flesh. Keeping up eye contact as he kiss, kiss, kissed his way closer. Only a few mere inches away from where you really wanted his lips to be, he stopped. Eyes twinkling deviously before he took in some of your sensitive supple flesh and sucked. You ground yourself into nothing needily, the feeling of him licking at your inner thigh sending more waves of pure arousal to your head than you thought someone biting your thigh would.

Cheered on by your clear approval, he worked his way hardly closer, picking a new spot to suck till it bruised. 

“For fuck’s sake Brian, get to it already.” You growled, one hand gripping onto the bike handle for stability while the other found the back of his head, curling in his light hair.

The man in question cheekily grinned up at you, finally bringing himself closer to your slick warmth. He pressed a thumb into the developing bruise just to see you gasp before he flicked his tongue lightly over your clit. Being more than ready, you whined a lot louder than was cause for.

Brain didn’t need any more motivation than that. He dove right in, tongue pressing wetly into the bottom of the swollen mass. Keeping up the erotic eye contact that told you he was in charge as he dragged the muscle up and over every bump and curve.

 Stopping when you pulled on his hair and ground into his mouth. He’d stumbled across the most sensitive part of your throbbing clit. Armed with that knowledge he chuckled and started to circle just around the spot's edges. Your fingers twisted in his hair, thighs squeezing either side of his head. Back and forth, teasingly fast he passed the tip of his tongue over the area with a merciless soft pressure.

“Brian- Fuck- Harder.” You needily whined, pussy desperately throbbing. All it wanted was for him to fill you up and make you cum so hard you couldn’t think anymore. But Brian had other plans for the moment. He quirked his brows as if to tell you to fucking beg and wihtout any shame you did, “Please. I need it.”

Intrigued, he pulled himself back to ask, “Need what (Y/n)?”

“I just want you to make me cum and rail me, okay?” You breathily snapped.

Snickering, he replied, “Be patient.” He quickly lapped at the swollen tip, watching you buck your hips and contort your face into one of needy pleasure. “You’re cute.”

“No you.”

Instead of replying, he sealed his lips around your clit and gently sucked. Isolating the sensitive spot before running his slick tongue over it in overwhelmingly wonderful circles. You never thought you’d moan that loud so close to a dead body, but that was the furthest thing from your mind. As seconds passed and he mercilessly kept going, only providing more pressure and teasingly sucking harder; you started to feel all of it coming to a building tingly climax much faster than you expected.

“Brian,” You wailed, nails digging into the back of his head, “I’m gonna fucking cum.”

He smiled against your sensitive flesh, only zeroing in harder. Eyes closing sweetly, lapping almost desperately at your clit. The thought of how hard he must be and how much he wanted you to cum on his tongue alone made your body hotter. It only made you closer and closer til your eyes were rolling to the back of your head and your back was arching.

All at once it hit you, the sudden throbbing burst of pleasurable heat. You bucked yourself into him, riding out your pounding orgasm as much as you could. Not without screaming his name of course.

As the rolling waves of intensity started to weaken, Brian rose. You were going to thank him, crack a joke, maybe try to flip the situation around and ride him like the motorcycle he was fucking you on; But he didn’t give you a chance. Lips on yours in an instant, you willingly opened up and he slipped his slick covered tongue into your mouth. He chuckled against you, at how desperate you were to taste yourself mixed with his spit. Hands spreading your legs further so he could rock his clothed hard-on against your bare groin. A wanton moan passed your lips, jeans wonderfully grinding against your sensitive heat. You could feel how much harder he was than before.

Craving his length buried inside of you, you pulled your tingling lips away. Twitching and grinding into the coarse clothing, his fingers had slid up your shirt, under your bra, teasingly rolling your nipples between his thumb and pointer. God, that lopsided smirk he had on his face made you want to ride him for hours.

You pawed at his erection, stroking along his long shaft, feeling a developing spot of wetness at his swollen head even through boxers and denim. 

“Fuck me, right now.” You lowly purred, fingers crawling to the button.

“You don’t think I was already planning on it?” He snarked, forehead sweetly pressed against your own.

“Don’t be an ass.” Button open, now for the fly.

“Since when am I not?”

You snorted out a double entendre,  “Yeah, you suck but like in a good way.”

“I love you.” Wow, that got real cute out of nowhere right when you’d sent your hand into his open pants.

“Aww, I love you to, ya big sap. Anyway, nice dick.” You said, pulling it through his boxers. 

“Thanks.” 

His smirk faltered when you ran your hand along his bare shaft, what a sight to see him moan and blush. You felt tortuously empty holding his hardness, tip and upper shaft slathered in precum. 

“Aww, look at you.” The words came out domineering, teasing, “You must be so desperate to fuck me, huh Brian?” You purred, slowly and gently jerking him off. 

He huffed out a laugh, pulling his hands out of your shirt, “You really think you’re in charge here, huh?”

“Well I’m literally holding your dick so- OPE!”

Just like that you were lifted up, flipped around and bent over the bike. Stomach slapping down where you’d just been sitting, ass up for his viewing pleasure. He jammed his knee between your upper thighs, kicking them apart with ease. You playfully huffed at him but didn’t protest. In fact you settled down as comfortably as you could while he positioned himself as well.

“Look who’s holding who now.” He snickered, one hand firmly gripping your hip the other rested on the curve of your ass. Wouldn’t be sex with Brian without him being fucking annoying in a really hot and fun way. 

Wouldn’t be sex with you if you weren’t also a pain right back, “Wow real nice come ba-ACK!” It wasn’t that hard of a smack, but to your sensitive skin a slap delivered to your lower asscheek hurt more than it should have. Had to admit, it was a total turn on, the shocked scream ending on a wonton note.

“Are you alright?” He asked, obviously picking up on the trill in your voice and the way your legs were shaking.

“More than,” You purred shakily, “Do it again.”

So he did. Harder. The sound resounded in the open air. Your ass harshly stung, spot where his hand struck warmly pounding in its wake. You didn’t think you could get horniner but you found yourself mildlessly growling, “Fuck me.”

Smack. 

You whined at the intoxicating pain. Every hit having your pussy twitch with need. Brian telling you from above, “Beg.”

As much as you wanted to get railed, as hot as your face was, as painfully unfilled you were. You were still a stubborn brat when it came to instructions. “No.”

Smack.

Fingers harshly dug into the leather seat at the hit. Surely you’d be hurting on the ride back, but you didn’t care. In fact each hit brought a sultry moan out of you. “That all you got?”

Smack.

“Fuck.” You whimpered, shaking under his palm smoothing over the stinging flesh.

“Come on honey, just ask nicely and I’ll give you exactly what you want.” Brian cooed.

For a few seconds you resisted the urge before your resolve crumbled. You couldn’t take the agonizing wait anymore. It was getting hard to tell if you were on the verge of tears from the pain or the lack of getting railed.

“Please give me your fucking cock, Brian. I need it.” 

He darkly chuckled at your desperate plea, “Good girl.”

A firm pressure pressed itself into your slick. A whine rose from your throat as he easily slid his thick length into you inch by inch. Filling you up with his satisfying hardness. 

“It’s cute how wet you are for me, Honey.” He shuddered and sighed, feeling you throb around him just at the dirty talk.

You had nothing snarky to say, mind clouded by the fact that he wasn’t pounding you yet. All you could do was press into his hips and whimper.

Smack.

A squeal ripped up from your throat, the sting nearly drawing your attention away from his shaft pulling itself halfway out of you. In an instant his hips slapped into your skin, dick buried back inside of you. Both of you letting out varying degrees of breathy moans. Then he slid himself nearly out of you. Before you could whine he slammed the entirety of his length into you. Pussy wonderfully stretching around him much to your pleasure, your fingers curling into the leather of the seat.

“Yes!” You squealed, mimicking his actions, pulling away before throwing yourself back into him. Thick fingers dug harshly into your skin, his dick slamming in and out of you at a pace that only got faster.

 Another smack was laid onto your bare skin. All you could do was roll back your eyes and incoherent babble his name, “Brian.”

Warm fingers slid around the front of your throat, squeezing and pulling you up. Back forced to arch while he mercilessly thrusted into your throbbing pussy. His sultry voice right in your ear, “What’s that?” 

“I-” His hand squeezing around your neck only reminded you how in control he was. Confident, assured, domineering. It was really hot.

“You like being at my mercy don’t you?” Even hotter.

You shuddered, feeling yourself getting closer and closer with every roll of his hips. “I’m so fucking close.” 

“Already?” Brian chuckled. Not taking any mercy on you, slamming his hardness into you faster than before. Repeatedly grinding himself against your g-spot. “Such a needy mess.”

You got the cue to tell him how pathetic you were, but you could hardly say anything other than babbling out, “Fuck, I- Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

The building sensation came to fruition as his hand slid from your hip to your clit. Zeroing it out with his pointer finger and rubbing it in quick circles. 

“Cum for me.” His command was what really sent you over the edge, body seeming to obey him without question. Twitching to a stop, pussy squeezing around him. Hot throbbing waves completely overtaking your mind. Brian slowed only a little, moaning and continuing to thrust into you. Fulling riding out the orgasm and still going after that. You weren’t complaining at all. Everything felt so much more sensitive, everytime he rammed his dick into you, you were overcome with such an overwhelming sensation it took everything in you not to cry. 

Shaking and melting into his touch, letting him rail you as long as he wanted to. Clit still being teasingly circled, sending electric shocks of bliss through your body.

Skin slapped onto skin, Brian didn’t stop for a break at all and neither did you. Doing your damndest to grind into him, feeling his length grind and roll against all your more sensitive spots. 

Upon looking over your shoulder you saw Brian, red faced and breathily sighing. Hazel met with (e/c) and he sweetly smiled before intentionally slamming himself right into your g-spot. Your vision blurred, eyes rolling back while your body tremored.

 “Fuck,” He murmured, “You feel so good.”

Brian started to slow, moans growing louder, grip on your neck getting harder. You were aware of what was coming and you didn’t care. Through your breathlessness, you pushed out a message, “Please don’t pull out. I want you.”

“You’re so fucking dirty, baby.” Brian growled, suddenly picking up his pace. Slamming his dick into you over and over at breakneck speed, mercilessly rubbing your clit.

Whimper, writhe, and whine were all you could do at this point. Body shaking and taking in everything that he was giving you. Again, the sensations built up to you being on an edge high out of your fucking mind.

 “I- I’m gonna- Brian!” No time to properly announce it because that familiar heat was back with a vengeance.

  Feeling you cum around him finally pushed him to rock his hips into you one last time. He shuddered, groaning, “(Y/n), honey, fuck.” Dick pulsating as you continued to cum around him. A sudden warmth filled your insides, filling you up even more than he already was.

Breathless and exhausted you both stood there, muscles starting to relax. It was then, in a slight wave of non-horny clarity, when you realized exactly where you were. Why your clothes were so wet and warm. Why it smelled like burned plastic and beef. You were filled with shame and cum. Worst part was that you’d probably have to ride all the way back home like that. Aw shit.

[lycorogue]

So I FINALLY watched Oblivio... and I have thoughts....

First of all.... just... EEEEEEEEEEEE! I mean, I know that the whole episode was basically voided out by the end because of the Miraculous Ladybugs, but still.... EEEEEEEE

Also... this ended up getting pretty long, and I don’t like flooding people’s dashes with long posts if I can help it. The TL;DR version is that I love the caliber of writing used in this episode, and I hope the writers keep up with this standard. Yes, people may be salty because it’s a tease, and the events basically null out at the end, and the reason for Oblivio to be akumatized is kind of lame, especially considering it’s DJWifi, but all-in-all, this was by far one of my favorite episodes of the series.

For all of my thoughts and reasons why I loved this episode, check below the break.

Marinette is so badass in this episode, and I love how much it showcases her strategic mind. Adrien was determined to kill me before the episode was through. Plagg is a bit of a self-centered coward, but he’s also further proving why he’s my favorite. Tikki has some of the most agency showcased all series. DJWifi is terrifyingly adorable. The comradery of the class is so heart-warming. Finally, amnesia episodes are fun “what if” scenarios if done well, and I think this one was.

“Looks like you and I were at the same costume party.” “We must shop at the same jewelry store!” Adrien, sweety, honey, darling, you are just too precious! XD

Marinette again calling Tikki a “bug mouse” and Adrien again calling Plagg a “genie” was beautiful! <3 I love the call-back! I also love how Marinette again cowered with a very “WTF” mindset, while Adrien once more cupped Plagg in his hands; perfectly calm and excited to see the kwamis. <3 <3 <3

So, I get it that the “phone -> turtle” drawing was supposed to mean “Call Fu”, but did anyone else get that it was also a nod to who Oblivio was? Alya being the phone and Nino also being the turtle.

I LOOOOVE the unity of DJWifi, even if it was a joint-akuma. It just shows how in sync they are. Plus, even their banter was equally true regardless of who said it, such as “You remember your BFF, Oblivio, don’t you?” I mean, I know they don’t realize how true that statement is, because they don’t know who LB and CN are, but... still... perfect.

“I’m not convinced this monster is really our best friend.”  XD Adrien... Adrien stop. Please stop. Holy crap, stop! XDDDD

The fact that Adrien, without any memories, is still an instinctive protector... I <3 this kid so much!

Adrien bowing when he “meets” Marinette, and her return curtsy was just too cute. I love these dorks! And I love how we get to see how they would actually be around each other if they just got out of their own way. I mean, that blush when their hands touch as they both try to lock the bathroom stall? Precious. The way Adrien was BEAMING as he complimented Marinette as being “someone who always has the right idea at the right time.” Adorable. How Adrien moved to help Marinette out of the air duct just as she leaps out, and she topples him, and they both jump back in mild embarrassment after snuggling on the floor for a second or two? Magical!

Plagg justifying everything he does around the Camembert! XD He likes to make sure he’s my favorite character, doesn’t he?

Marinette, sweety, how is it NOW is when you come up with the idea of breathing on Adrien’s phone to figure out how to unlock it? Where was that ingenuity back during Copycat? XDDD

Can we talk about the fact that Adrien has his bodyguard listed in his phone as simply “G.” ???? XDDDD Holy crap, you guys! Also... going back to the episode Copycat, we know Adrien had Gabriel listed as “Father” (technically, it was “Pere”)... sooooo, did Adrien downgrade his father? Did he become so disconnected that he changed the listing to “Gabriel Agreste”? Also.... no one else has their last name listed, so why is he using his FATHER’S last name in the listing? To be fair, Marinette doesn’t have her parents listed as “Mom” and “Dad/Papa” either. So maybe they learned to put their parents’ names into their phone in case someone else has to call them during an emergency? I know that’s why my own mother is listed by her name with ICE after it (In Case of Emergency).

While it was strongly implied with episodes like Anansi, I love that this episode confirmed that Adrien and Marinette did indeed exchange phone numbers since Copycat. <3

The call-back to the ML anime PV being a canonical feature-length film about the duo was fantastic, and the fact that Marinette recognized the costumes and was able to piece together instantly that it’s her and Adrien was brilliant! 

The fact that Marinette having a glamour shot of Adrien as her phone backdrop, and Adrien having dozens of pictures of Ladybug in his phone gallery had them believe they’re dating is hilarious! Like, seriously, kiddos! Also.... why didn’t they find it weird that Adrien ONLY had pictures of Ladybug and NOT Marinette? A bit odd if they’re dating, no? (Alternatively, you could argue the same about Marinette not having CN photos, but you could write that off as her not wanting to accidentally reveal that her boyfriend is a superhero...)

“Then we must have told each other everything. I couldn’t hide my identity from the girl I love.” Adrien, you are going to kill me. You are attempting to murder me. Why? WHYYYYYYYY!?!??!?! Also, it’s adorable that you already figured out again that you love her. I mean... <3 <3 <3 Also also.... coming on a BIT strong there, Romeo! You JUST figured out “you’re dating” and you drop the L-word on poor Marinette? If she could remember that moment she would also die.

Just.... just Adrien’s beaming pride that he gets to be around Marinette this whole episode, and all of his soft looks. The kid may lay it on a bit thick, but holy crow, if she didn’t realize her love for him like Adrien did for her, HOW COULD SHE NOT FALL FOR HIM AGAIN DURING THIS EPISODE!? Like, geeeeeeez!

I love how Marinette had her normal “Ladybug Vision” shots to figure out the phone decoy, but the items just didn’t light up in the traditional red and black spots since she was out of costume. Instead, they were gray with pink dots, to match her coat! Beautiful! Brilliant! This further confirms that this is just Marinette being brilliant instead of a side-effect of the super powers. (Yes, she used the “LB Vision” when her powers were nullified in Sandboy, but still... further and definitive proof)

Also... the jackass picture drawn on the post-it note! Savage!

GUYS! ADRIEN HAD “LB Vision” TOO! He had “Adrien Vision”! AND IT WAS AMAZING!!!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Okay... Adrien’s cardboard box Chat Noir costume!? How friggen precious was that!? And the fact that he EVEN MADE A FRIGGEN TAIL AND BELL!? How extra can this boy be!? If/when I have a child, I hope to god they’re just like Adrien! <3 You precious, over-the-top, nerd of a child! 

Speaking of his cardboard costume.... HOW QUICKLY DID HE THROW THAT COSTUME TOGETHER!? LIKE, WHAT!?!?!?! Granted, no one actually adheres to proper 5-minute countdown timing in this show, considering LB zipped away from the building nearly SEVEN minutes after accidentally triggering her Lucky Charm, and she HAD to have taken at least a minute to run up to the roof in the first place, but still.... HOW THE HELL DID HE COVER HIMSELF IN TAPE, CUT OUT CAT EARS, DRAW ON THE FRIGGEN POCKETS AND CENTER ZIPPER TO DECORATE THE DAMN THING, MAKE A FRIGGEN TAIL AND PAPER-BALL BELL, PUT THE COSTUME ON, AND MAKE IT TO THE ROOF IN TIME TO SAVE LB? That was like... 15 seconds of screen time!

Backtracking to the “Marinette Vision” solution to avoid Oblivio until they figured out how to transform again, how brilliant was Marinette to give Tikki the mug? First of all, she could create that coffee trail, secondly, since Tikki was holding something she’d have to remain tangible while opening the door to the floor below. This, in particular, seemed quite a brilliant move, since Tikki accidentally phased through the elevator doors before. It is quite possible that either (a) Tikki doesn’t remember how to remain solid when pushing against something, (b) Marinette doesn’t realize Tikki can control it, or (c) a happy combination of both. Regardless of WHY Marinette did it, the fact that she trusted that Tikki holding an object would HAVE to keep her tangible, and therefore could press the lever to open the door, was so clever! A+

“Thanks, but I don’t feel like a superhero at all.” “You’ve already proven that you are one, with or without costume.” Adrien, you precious, darling child! <3

THERE ARE FRIGGEN EMERGENCY USERS GUIDES!? LIKE, WHAT!? Okay, that was a bit Deus ex Machina, but it works...

Marinette’s freak-out over the accidental activation of her Lucky Charm was fantastic!

MARINETTE, YOU IDIOT, YOU MISSED HIS LIPS AGAIN! WHAT IS IT WITH YOU KISSING HIS LEFT CHEEK INSTEAD!?!?!?! (Also, how great would it have been if that somehow jogged his memory by reminding him of Mari kissing him at the end of Mayura?)

I LOVE THAT SHE’S HAVING FUN BEING A SUPERHERO THIS TIME! She was so timid and unsure of herself in Origins, it’s fantastic to see this confident girl (thanks in part to Adrien) trying out her powers for “the first time” and having fun with them! 

Plagg being utterly confused as to what’s happening to him as Adrien calls out “Plagg, Claws Out!” is amazing and beautiful and makes me love Plagg even more! Poor dear! <3

Adrien still calling Marinette “M’lady” simply because he was trying to cover up accidentally calling her by her actual name. So great!

“Okay, I’ve got no idea what the Hakuna Matata is, but I trust you.” Adrien! Stooooooop! I’m dying!!!!!!

Guys! Guys! Guys! People can be merged together to create an akumatized villain!!!! I know I touched upon this above when I mentioned how in sync DJWifi were, but this is amazing! I wouldn’t have thought as much, especially since Alya’s twin sisters, arguing over ONE item, were EACH turned into a Sapotis, and they couldn’t have been more unified. Alya’s twin sisters basically have Hive Mind. So the fact that they were EACH a copy of the akumatized supervillain sharing the same akumatized object, and yet DJWifi MERGED.... like... I could write a whole post just talking about THAT!

THE KISSSSSSSSS! THE FRIGGEN LADYNOIR KISS! AND THERE WAS NO “BREAKING A SPELL” ELEMENT, AND IT WAS BEAUTIFUL. AND THEIR HANDS SLOWLY TIGHTENING AS THEY KISSED; NOT WANTING TO LET GO OF THE OTHER. AND THE KISS WAS LIKE 15 SECONDS LONG! IT WAS BEAUTIFUL AND PERFECT AND WONDERFUL AND THE FACT THAT ALYA IMMORTALIZED IT MADE THIS WHOLE EPISODE WORTH WHILE, AND EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

Alya: “Uh, Ladybug? Cat Noir?” CN (unblinking that DJWifi are alone with them on the roof): “Guys! You haven’t seen a supervillain named Oblivio, have you?” Nino: “You’ve defeated it already, dude.” Alya: “Actually, he was... us.” LB & CN (in unison and completely accepting of that fact): “Oh. Okay. Pound it? Pound it!” These dorks!

THE LOOK ON LADYNOIR’S FACES WHEN THEY SAW ALYA’S PICTURE!!!!!! <3 <3 <3

Alya: “Remember when we visited Montparnasse Tower?” Oh.... you mean the tower YOU GUYS ARE STILL VISITING!? Nooooo.... >_> They don’t remember it at all. Thanks, Oblivio.... -_-

Okay, can we talk about the reason DJWifi became Oblivio? Because... WHAT!? First of all, they are on a field trip and decided to sneak off to a walk-in closet to.... play a game on one of their tablets? Seriously? And they were caught just before they kissed.... I mean, I know it’s a children’s show, and we saw a flashback still of them playing the game, but are we SUUUUUURE they weren’t about to play “Seven Minutes in Heaven” in there????? Secondly, Nino says “You guys make fun of us for playing that game, saying it wasn’t our age and all.” But then a bunch of kids in their class confess to either playing it or wanting to start playing it. Including Mylene, who tells them “everyone loves that game.” Sooooooo.... two things here: (1) were they REALLY being made fun of for playing that game like Nino claimed, and (2) why was Gentle Giant Ivan part of the flashback shot of classmates laughing at the discovered couple? He doesn’t seem to be the one to tease and bully, plus his girlfriend likes the game. Since it’s established as a great game for couples because you have to find “the right partner” (and Rose backs this idea up by saying she plays with Juleka), it’s a decent guess that Ivan plays with Mylene. So.... what is going on with Nino’s recollection of what happened???? Third, it doesn’t seem like them to sneak off from the class simply to play a game... again, I’m thinking more was going on there (get on that, other fanfic writers). Finally, they got jointly akumatized because they were embarrassed that their classmates found out they play a “kid’s game”? Really? REALLY!? Nino and Alya were each akumatized for much more devastating reasons originally. Do they really care THAT MUCH!? I call foul on this akumatization, as much as I love the rest of the episode.

Adrien finally showcases more of his EQUAL FOOTING with Marinette (ya know, as a partner; not a sidekick), by leading her to the bathroom in the first place, coming up with them trying to signal for help from an empty office suite, coming up with the plan of creating the diversion so they could sneak out using the emergency stairs, helping LB figure out that her Lucky Charms are just HINTS at how to stop the akuma, and making sure his identity is hidden via his cardboard box costume so Ladybug wasn’t fighting alone. Basically, if he stopped using his time to either try to woo ML or protect her like a shield, he could prove himself as more than just a “sidekick-like” superhero. He could truly be more of a partner. He has potential he hasn’t tapped into, or potential Marinette hasn’t allowed him to utilize due to CN “screwing around” a lot of the time. Heck, even in the footage of them getting hit, he clearly joked about them being a couple again.

Marinette: “I can’t believe it! I. Actually. Kissed. Cat. Noir! How could this have happened?” Tikki: “Who knows? Maybe you still have some things to learn about him.” Tikki, you sly bitch! XD You know full well that CN and Adrien are the same guy! I love you, even when you infuriate me. XDDDD

Adrien moping for all of 3seconds about LB “finally falling in love” with him, only for him to forget the experience, and her forgetting her feelings. Plagg’s mocking about how unlucky he is (because I love snarky Plagg). And finally, Adrien, the silver-lining sunshine boy that he is, noting that he now has hope. If she could fall for him once, she could possibly do so again. These kids are going to kill me.

I love this episode sooooooooo much! We got to see so much potential in this episode. We got hints of so many new factors to this universe. And there is a sort of souvenir of the episode, so it isn’t ENTIRELY for nothing. (I can’t wait for some sort of call-back to that kiss!) For me, a fanfic writer, this episode is GREAT for fodder. I can use it as a reference point of how these two morons would act if they just got over their nerves and acted as a true couple. <3

9/10!

[crossbows-and-moonshine]

Anam Cara (Chapter 12)

(Chapter 1)

(Chapter 2)

(Chapter 3)

(Chapter 4)

(Chapter 5)

(Chapter 6)

(Chapter 7)

(Chapter 8)

(Chapter 9)

(Chapter 10)

(Chapter 11)

“Are you sure you’re okay with this? You’ll be okay?” Luna asked Murphy for the billionth time as she had her arms wrapped around his middle and he placed a kiss to her head.

“Aye m’love, I told ye I’ll be fine. We’ll be back at 11pm and I’ll just be downstairs aye?” He soothed as he rubbed her back. Luna had decided to take matters into her own hands, if Connor wanted things to be special and Murphy to be scarce from their apartment then that's exactly what she would do. But now she was feeling bad as her darker-haired twin was ready to leave. Murphy had managed to drag the plan out of her after she bought candles and roses home from the store, she thought he would rib her a little and take the piss out of her, but instead, he smiled and made himself as helpful as possible to anything she needed. He offered to go down to the bar, Doc closing it for the night and only letting some regulars in so Murphy would be safe from prying eyes. She felt a little bad that it seemed like she was putting a lot of effort into this with Connor whereas Murphy didn’t get anything like that, but he assured her that sharing her first time with her was enough and his brother needed this. It warmed her heart how much the brothers cared and looked out for each other, always having each others back. Sure there had been jealousy on both parts already but for the most part, they were always looking out for each others best interests.

“I’ll miss you.” She whispered as she took a deep breath and inhaled his scent, calming her nerves instantly.

“I’ll miss ye too m’girl. And don’t worry, it’ll be perfect.” He smiled before cupping her face and kissing her lips softly. He didn’t want to leave her, he never did, but he knew that his brother needed this to happen so they could just move forward from all the trauma that happened from when he got shot. It was also one step closer to the three of them together, something that he and Connor had spoke about a lot and couldn’t wait to happen. They had never shared a girl before and they were excited about it, especially with their beautiful angel. He squeezed her before letting her go completely and smiling at her as he left the apartment.

Connor would be home in anytime soon, Romeo had taken him shopping to get him out of the apartment at Murphy's request and Luna was trying to get everything ready. She felt a little silly, all of it was so cheesy, but if he wanted special, he was fucking getting it. She lit the last candle in their room, rose petals were scattered from the front door of the apartment to the bedroom and even on the bed. She had some music playing quietly in the background to set the mood and she was stood there in some sexy lingerie that she had promised Murphy he would get to experience after his twin. And of course she had to try it on for him, just so he could make sure his brother would approve, and it certainly got Murphy’s approval. It was black and stood out in stark contrast against the pale porcelain skin she had, Murphy told her she looked like a fallen angel before he nearly stole her breath away with a kiss. She smiled at the thought and then she heard the door open, butterflies going crazy in her stomach as she wondered how her lighter haired twin would react.

Connor walked into the apartment and noticed how nice it smelt right away, like vanilla. As he shut the door he noticed the petals on the floor and looked at them confused for a moment, his eyes following the trail until his eyes laid upon his lass stood in the doorway of their room wearing the sexiest underwear he had ever seen. Or maybe it was just the fact it was Luna stood before him that made it the sexiest thing ever, he didn’t know but he didn’t really care as his eyes drank her in greedily. His mouth went dry and his pants got tighter as he stood there, actually unable to move or come out with a smart ass remark like he usually would. The lack of response made her furrow her brow and she dropped her hands to her sides disappointed, making Connor stalk over to her right away.

“I’m just lost for words mo chroi (my heart), ye look absolutely incredible.” He whispered before kissing her deeply, his hand threading through her long hair. Her small hands fisted his shirt and she moaned into his mouth as he pulled a little on her hair. The brothers both kissed amazingly but they kissed so differently. Murphy’s kisses were always hungry and needy, almost desperate, like he needed them to breathe. He was the impulsive one of the twins and it was easy for him to get swept away in the moment. It was fast and hard with him, whereas Connors kisses were sensual and slow. Each move was calculated and planned meticulously. Even when things got heated he always remained in some control of himself, unlike his twin who seemed to lack the same self-control. He broke away with a dazzling smile and she smiled back up at him.

“So what's all this then?” He asked curiously as he looked around.

“You wanted special so...” She smirked as she slowly started to undo his belt, making him swallow hard as he watched her. He has waited so fucking long for this, putting it off for ages and now he was finally going to be with her.

His heart was beating out of his chest and his hands were trembling slightly as they rested on her hips. His belt hit the floor with a clink and she looked up at him slightly nervous. She had only had sex that one time with Murphy and as much as she was trying to be in control and take charge, she was a little anxious and it was all still so new for her. As if reading her thoughts Connor took charge as he peeled off his shirt and threw it across the room, his eyes never leaving her. He watched as her small hands rubbed along his toned chest and torso, her fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake and he shuddered at her touch. She fumbled a little with his button and zipper on his jeans before pulling them down a little and letting him step out of them, leaving him in his tight boxers with his erection straining against them. She glanced up at him, her big eyes shining at him, she loved the effect she was having on him, it empowered her. She rubbed him from outside of his boxers, palming him in her hand and he moaned as his eyes fell shut. She could make him cum just by doing this, he was ready to take her and he was afraid he would just go off without warning at this rate. He gripped her wrist stilling her motions and grinned at her.

“Feels too good love.” He smiled, his voice low and deep and making her tingle a little. He reached around and unclasped her bra, slowly pulling it from her small frame and letting it drop to the floor. His eyes took her in, admiring her as his hands softly came to her breasts and kneaded them, making her moan. The noises she made were like music to his ears and he wanted to hear more. Dropping his head a little he captured her nipple in his mouth and he swirled his tongue around it before sucking on it. She gasped and gripped his hair, making him groan and be more enthusiastic with his ministrations. He started kissing her breasts and moved up her chest to her neck and then to her ear.

“Bed. Now.” He commanded, making her swallow hard as her heart beat rapidly in her chest. There was something with how dominant he sounded that made her body shiver. She bit her bottom lip and smiled at him, his dick twitching in response, and she crawled onto the bed, making sure he had a good view of her ass in her lacy underwear as she did. He watched her carefully with lust filled eyes as he took in her ass as she situated herself on the bed, the normal composure he could keep, waning away. He rid himself of his boxers, watching as her eyes were drawn to his cock as it stood to attention proudly, he noticed how she licked her lower lip a little and he couldn’t just stand there and watch her anymore. He crawled onto the bed after her, hovering over her as his lips captured hers in a slow but deep kiss. She returned the kiss as she fisted his hair again and his hand drifted to her panties, slipping in his fingers and feeling how wet she was.

“Fuckin’ Christ.” He muttered to himself before he started rubbing her clit, making a delicious moan leave Luna’s mouth. He growled and removed his hand, his fingers hooking into her panties and yanking them off desperately. He placed himself between her legs once more and kissed her hard as he slowly entered her, making her back arch and gasp as he filled her up. He stayed still, just kissing her deeply as she adjusted, he needed some time himself so he didn’t just spill himself inside of her right away, feeling how warm and tight she was around his cock. As she brought her legs to wrap around him he started to thrust slow and deep, groaning into her neck as he tried his hardest not to cum. Luna felt like sparks were shooting through her body, she almost forgot how good it felt to be filled completely with MacManus and she moaned freely as his thrusts increased in pace. She smirked a little, wanting to try something, and she pushed him off, making him unsheath himself in the process. He looked at her with a furrowed brow thinking she had changed her mind but he was quickly rolled onto his back, watching her smirking down at him. He couldn’t help but smirk back finding it incredibly sexy how she was being but he wasn’t expecting her to suddenly sink down onto his cock, making him throw his head back as he cried out in pure bliss.

“Fuckin’ hell!” He gasped. He had to grip her hips tightly to stop her from moving for a second before he just came instantly. She stayed still watching him, loving how his face looked when he was right on the brink of tipping over the edge, how dark his eyes went as he furrowed his brow in concentration, a sheen of sweat covering his head. He ran his hands up the smooth skin of her sides, dipping into the curve of her small waist. She was a vision to behold as she sat there with him filling her up, her long dark hair flowing down around her as her skin shone in the light. His hips jerked up and she took her cue to start rolling her hips to his, finding a rhythm that felt good. Connor couldn’t hold in his noises as he moaned and growled, cursing in various languages she didn’t know, his grip tightening on her waist as she inflicted this pleasure onto him. He had never felt this good in his entire life and he knew it was more than just standard sex that made it feel this good. She was moaning wantonly, loving how good the position felt, how deep he was. She couldn’t help how she started to ride him, hard and fast, the pleasure just consuming her and it was the sexiest thing he had ever seen.

“Oh fuck!” Connor moaned, struggling to keep hold of the last tiny bit of composure he had left. He didn’t want to cum just yet but she was riding him and he wasn’t in control at all, he had no choice as her warm tight walls started tightening around him, letting him know she was close too. He pulled her down to him, kissing her deeply, both of them moaning into each other's mouths as they got closer to the edge. One hand gripped the back of her neck keeping her face over his as the other went to her ass, pushing her faster and harder as he desperately sought out his release.

“Cum wit’ me mo chuisle (my pulse).” He moaned, nipping her lower lip. That was all she needed to hear and she clamped down on him, both of them crying out loudly as Connor's hips bucked wildly and they both found their bliss together, him spilling himself inside of her. After they rode it out she practically collapsed onto his chest, where he held her close, kissing her head. They were both sweating and panting as they came down from their highs. She lifted her head and smiled lazily at him, her cheeks flushed and lips swollen from their kisses, his heart constricted a little at the sight of her as he smiled back. He pulled her in for a slow kiss.

“Táim i ngrá leat, mo aingeal álainn. (I am in love with you, my beautiful angel.)” He whispered against her lips, making her sit up a little and look at him questionably.

“What does that mean? Murphy said the exact same thing to me after we had sex for the first time.” She asked curiously. Connor looked at her torn as he let his large hands softly trail up and down her sides, debating if he should tell her or not. They may have told each other they love each other but it was once, and this was a step beyond that. No, he couldn’t scare away their angel, she wasn’t ready yet. It also shocked him a little that Murphy had already said this to her, although he should have known the fucker wouldn’t have waited, he was just grateful she hadn’t asked him what it meant because he had no doubt his brother would have told her.

“Doesn’t matter mo chroi (my heart), c’mere?” He asked as he pulled her down, too tired to argue she complied and lay back on his chest with a smile on her face.

“Worth the wait?” She asked jokingly as his hands rubbed her back in a soothing manner, making her sleepy.

“More than worth it love.” He smiled, emotion clear in his voice as he held her a little tighter. It may have been a little faster paced than he wanted for their first time but he enjoyed every second of it. He heard her breathing start to even out and he knew she was falling asleep, so he pulled out and rolled her onto her side and spooned her, his hand around her waist as she laced their fingers together.

“I love you Connor.” She whispered sleepily as sleep started to take hold of her. Those words made his heart feel like it stopped beating, he thought he would never get tired of her saying them.

“I love ye too my angel.” He whispered back and kissed the nape of her neck before they both fell into a deep slumber.

She wasn’t sure what time it was when she felt the bed dip in front of her, Connor still behind her holding her tight. She opened her eyes and saw a drunk Murphy sat at the edge of the bed taking his shoes off swaying a little, already shirtless. She watched him from where she lay as he shucked off his pants and climbed into bed in just his boxers. She closed her eyes as he rolled to face her and as his hand came to wrap around her, he smirked at the fact she was completely naked. He palmed her breast and her blue eyes opened and met his, watching her intently as he pinched her nipple gently, making her moan. His smirk just grew at her noises and he let his hand slide down her small body and he started rubbing her clit, making her squirm a little and bite her lip.

“So wet m’love, ye just can’t get enough can ye?” He smirked, his speech slightly slurred. He started to kiss her neck, sucking a little as he rubbed her slowly. She was getting into it when his hand stilled, making her frown and glance down at Murphy. She was about to say something when she heard a soft snore escape his lips and he instinctively nuzzled her neck, and she realised he had passed out on her, he had fucking passed out in the middle of getting her off. She didn’t know whether to be amused or be angry, so she shoved his hand away from her as she chuckled and shook her head.

“Little shit.” She mumbled before closing her eyes and going back to sleep, feeling Murphys arm wrap around her waist under Connors in its usual place.

[butch-chastity]

For @ajspammin because they looked like they needed it.

The mission was quick, short, and simple. Shiro had never recalled saving any planet that fast.

Maybe they were getting better.

He landed Black smoothly and easily. Everyday, their bond was getting stronger, he could feel it. Lance claimed he had the strongest bond with his lion (and let’s be honest, he probably did), Shiro would have put himself in third, easily, after Keith, because flying in between two black holes and into a Marmora base was a pretty sure sign of love.

He patted her control panel before leaving, getting a purr for a response. Shiro had never thought of Black as a purr-y type of Lion, but she was happy. They all were.

He could hear the rest of the team before he could see them.

“Did you see that?”

“It’s not a competition.”

“Oh, hell fucking yeah it was.”

Shiro chuckled quietly to himself when he entered the room. That was Lance for you.

Said boy was standing in the middle of the room, for once not next to Keith, but Allura. Odd. What was going on here?

“Lance.” Allura sighed. “I get that you were trying to draw attention to yourself-,”

“Hey, hey, hey.” Lance held a finger up. “You know that’s not what we agreed on.”

Neither one of them was facing him. They couldn’t see him.

“We agreed the first to-,”

“No, we agreed to a bet on who could get his attention fast enough.”

What.

“And you broke the rules. The money goes to Keith.”

Lance scoffed. “Fight me, Lady.”

“I think I already am.”

“Fuck you, this guy is my-,”

“Oh, don’t bring that up again.”

“What? You only met him three months ago!”

“And so did you.”

“That’s not-“

“You were hero worshiping him. That is all.”

Lance's mouth opened, like he was going to say something, but Shiro interrupted him. “What’s going on here?”

Both jumped. Allura had changed back into her dress, which was nice, but hell, Lance was dressed only in his flight suit from the waist up.

Lance looked horrified.

Allura, did not. “Oh!” Pause. “Eh, uh, Shiro!” Just flustered.

“Is it appropriate for me to ask what’s going on here?” He took his helmet off.

Lance gave A Look® to Allura. “I mean,” Lance scoffed, but he was blushing, throwing the whole look off. "Maybe, I, I, hmng, um, Allura?" He gestured to the Altean next to him.

Allura didn't say anything.

Lance looked angry for a second, but got over it quickly. "I don't know, I mean, do you want to be here? I mean, um, so-" He was blabbering.

Shiro's eyes travelled down, all his thoughts crashing as he realized how Lance was standing.

Holy Fuck.

His suit was halfway undone.

It was obvious that Lance had been trying to undress, but something had distracted him.

Lance’s lips were moving, Shiro could tell. But he wasn’t listening. His attention was focused solely on the streak of skin that was exposed by a zipper on his chest.

He was fairly sure Lance asked him a question, so he gave a quick “mh, hm,” before (sadly) turning his eyes away from Lance.

Shiro’s eyes darted to Allura. The princess was flushed, arm extended and finger pointing accusingly at Lance as she nearly yelled, “Cheater!”

Lance grinned at her, shrugging, and attempting to run away.

Normally, Shiro would have watched him go, ‘I hate watching you leave, but I love watching you go,’ kind of thing running through his head, but this time he wouldn't take it.

Hyped on adrenaline, endorphins, and some other body hormone he could blame later, Shiro ran. He dropped his newly-retrieved bayard and helmet somewhere along the way, before grabbing Lance from behind and chucking him over his shoulder, uncannily like the position they had been in when the Castle’s crystal had exploded.

He wouldn’t think too much about it.

Lance made a high-pitched noise when Shiro moved him around, only later did he realize it was because he had a hand on Lance’s ass, which would definitely be addressed later.

He didn’t know where he was going, honestly, most of him was screaming at him to stop because this wasn’t appropriate, this was going too far, this was uncalled fair. This was too sudden, he’d only just come to terms with this thing a week ago, he needed to think, rationalize.

But, another part of him was telling that, loud, rational part of him to shut up. Because this was way better.

It took him a minute to realize that he was taking Lance to his room. It took him another couple of minutes to realize that holy fuck, he’d grabbed Lance and run out of the room. Before he could stop himself, Shiro was pushing his door open, and Lance was thrown into his bed.

Lance landed actually pretty gracefully, for being thrown. He landed on his side, but quickly sat up and covered his eyes when he saw Shiro struggle to pull his chest plate off.

Shiro smiled gently. He would’ve moved Lance’s hands away from his eyes, but most of his focus was on his armour.

It took ages. There were all sorts of clasps, and even some sort of silent alien velcro, but he managed.

Getting rid of his shoulder pads, And arm guards were a thousand times easier, and soon Shiro was on the bed, facing Lance.

Lance’s palms had nearly succeeded in shoving his eyeballs back into his brain, by the time Shiro was able to wrap hands around his wrists.

“Hey,” he said softly. “What’s wrong?”

Lance let his arms be pulled away, until he saw Shiro’s face, and then Shiro could practically hear the air whistling around his hands as Lance shoved his hands back onto his face.

Shiro let a stream of air out from between his lips. His forelock fluttered. “Lance.”

The younger paladin made an embarrassed noise.

“Hey,” Shiro laughed, but then stiffened. “Am I scaring you?”

Lance peeked out from his fingers. “No.”

Shiro gave him a raised eyebrow. “You could fool me.”

Lance’s hands left his face, but his fingers stayed in his hair, which was still unfairly blocking most of his face. “I just, hmngh, you picked me up.”

Shiro moved to sit in a more comfortable position. “Yes?”

“And…” Lance made an uncomfortable noise. “My face…” Oh no. “My face was in your ass.”

Shiro couldn’t help it. He snorted. “Oh, Jesus.”

Lance kicked him. “What the fuck, man?”

Shiro looked away. He was probably flushed, or blushing, or some crap like that. “Look, I don’t know why I did that either, I’m front of Allura too-,”

Lance snorted. “No, I mean, why are you… Suddenly,” Lance slugged his arm. It was half hearted, and made him look back. “Why so chill?” He didn’t meet Shiro’s eyes, but was smiling.

He could see right through that. It was fake. “Lance?”

Lance shook his head. “I mean, Keith kind guessed that… You had something for me, and ohmygod is that why you brought me here? Cause if it’s not, don’t tell Keith I said that-,”

Shiro’s brows furrowed. “Yeah, it is, but what do you mean, ‘Why so-,”

“You, you, just-!” Lance’s hands flew to back his face. “You don’t really talk to me? Um, you, ignore me?” There was a shy glance from under his fingers.

“I make you feel that way?” Oh, fuck.

Lance’s hands fell. “Um, y-ye-yeah.”

Shiro’s eyebrows probably went to his hairline.

Oh.

“I, I mean, it’s okay, you have other stuff to do, and I know you probably want to spend more time with Keith or someone-,”

Shiro grabbed Lance’s wrist, stopping him in the middle of a hand motion.

Lance swallowed. He wouldn’t meet Shiro’s eyes.

Shiro leaned forward. The other hand was grabbed by his, and he was tempted to pull Lance to him (more importantly, his lap), But found he couldn’t Lance looked like he was about to start crying. Completely on impulse, Shiro leaned forward, his sole intention to make that awful face go away, but Lance flinched away, and pulled hands out of Shiro’s.

“I’m sorry,” Lance said. He seemed to have found a spot on the floor that was interesting. “I, um,” There was a sad laugh. “I’ve never been kissed before.”

That was it. Arms looped around Lance’s waist, and with a single tug, Lance was in his lap. Shiro tried to get his attention. Lance wouldn’t look at him.

Shiro moved his hand to Lance’s jaw. “Lance.” His thumb stroked Lance’s cheek. “Look at me.”

Lance obeyed. Shiro offered him a smile, but it wasn’t returned.

Shiro pressed his forehead to Lance’s. “May I be your first kiss?” Shiro asked, quietly.

Lance laughed and pulled away. It wasn’t the kind, addicting, trying to make you laugh too laugh that always made his heart flutter.

It was cruel, sarcastic, made Shiro cringe. “Oh, wouldn’t that be great?”

Shiro’s heart sank, just a little.

“I spend years, trying to get some girl to notice me, because ‘Come home with a pretty one, mijo! Don’t let us down, you-!’” His nose wrinkled.

Shiro’s head moved forward. Lance looked stressed.

Lance slumped, his eyes finding a spot on Shiro’s knee to stare at. “And, and then…” Shiro took his hand. “The guy I’ve had a crush on for forever suddenly picks me up in the middle of a bet, that he might have known about?” He fell back, his back hitting the pillows and making the bed shaking. “And I think this is crazy, but I do drive a giant mechanical blue cat, huh?” He looked at Shiro.

Shiro’s eyebrows twitched. “Yes?”

Lance groaned and slung an arm over his eyes. “I need to, like, start believing in Jesus, er something, cause there’s no way on Earth that this happened on its own.”

Shiro placed a hand on Lance’s stomach. Lance’s dialogue replaying in his head. “What bet?”

“Hunk bet that you like me, and Keith bet that you had a thing for Allura.” He waved his hand. “Basically, now Keith and Allura have to kiss.”

Shiro jaw dropped. “What?”

“Yeah, and if they flake out, we get PDA rights on the couch for a month.” Lance looked at him. “Unless Pidge is there. They said no to that.”

We? “What would have happened if I had a thing for Allura?”

Lance laughed. “Oh, Dude. I would’ve had to eat Coran’s cooking for a month. And Hunk would lose rights to the kitchen. And then,” he smirked. “And then I would’ve poisoned you, me, Allura. Romeo and Juliet style.”

Shiro shook his head. “I’m scared to call you a Paladin.”

Lance kicked his leg up into the air. It was still in Shiro’s lap. “I might just kill her anyway. She was telling me I cheated.”

“Did you?”

“You remember this morning?”

Shiro’s face flushed. “Oh.”

Lance laughed. “Yeah. Apparently, neither of us were supposed to walk around naked near you.” He shrugged. “I don’t know.” Lance winked. “I think she was just jealous, babe.”

“Babe?”

“You kidnapped me so you could confess, right?”

Shiro looked away. “Maybe I just wanted to tell you to not try and play soccer while we’re forming Voltron.”

Lance sat back up, closer than he had been. “Oh?”

Shiro smirked. “Hell yeah.”

Lance threw his arms up in the air. “I got my boyfriend to cuss! The almighty, responsible man, falls.” He grinned, and Shiro was sure he had just seen the sun.

“Boyfriend?”

Lance’s hands snaked around his shoulders. “Um, yeah. If you want?” He smiled coyly.

“I would be honored.” Shiro smiled. Lance brought their foreheads together, smiling.

“As would I.” He gave an action that had semblance to a bow.

Shiro laughed, but it was quiet.

They both sat there, Lance’s forehead touching his, and bodies pressed together.

Shiro stared at Lance, and sighed. “Lance?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I be your first kiss?”

Lance took pause at that, and blew a stream of air out between his lips. He laughed after a moment. "I guess I called you babe, babe."

Shiro rolled his eyes.

"And my boyfriend."

A Look™.

Lance looked at him through his hair. "Maybe?"

Shiro huffed. "I guess I'll just leave then, if you don't want-."

"Hey!" Lance pushed at his chest. "What if I told you I'm asexual, huh?"

Shiro's face paled. "Oh. Lance, I didn't mean-,"

Lance realized what he had said, and immediately held his hands up to stop Shiro. "Wait! Wait. I'm not. I promise." He started to grin, but it fell into something that looked sad. "Just... Bi."

Shiro blinked. "Oh."

"Is that bad?"

"No!" Shiro put his hands on Lance's shoulders. "No, Lance, it's great!"

Lance sighed and looked at him. "So," He bit his lip. "Does that mean that you want to kiss me?"

"You're the one that's been refusing."

Lance's lips twitched into a frown. "Oh." He looked down. "Well, then, will you kiss me?"

"Do you want to be kissed? I'm sure-,"

Lance put his hands on Shiro's shoulders. "Go for it."

Shiro blinked, looked down to Lance's chest where his suit was still unzipped, and back up to his face. His hands carefully fell off Lance's shoulders, to his hips, and leant in just far enough for their lips to touch-

Before Lance squeaked and fell away from him.

Shiro looked down at him, as Lance covered his mouth with his hands. "Are you-,"

Lance sprang back up, thighs coming back to rest on either side of his. "YES! Let's just-!" He let his head fall onto Shiro's shoulder, with muffled shriek.

Shiro quietly placed his hands on Lance's back. "Is everything alright?"

Lance pulled back. "Yes. Just." He bit his lip. "Close your eyes?"

Shiro gave a questioning look, but complied.

Lance worried his lip with his teeth, fidgeting.

Why was he making such a big deal out of this? It wasn't a big deal.

It wasn't. He told himself.

Don't make it into one.

His hands are shaking when he places them back on Shiro's shoulder, trembling when he leans forward, to capture Shiro's lips with his.

He doesn't move, but does press a little firmer when Shiro's hands pull him closer so he doesn't have to lean so far.

They part after a moment, and Lance squeezes his eyes closed when Shiro presses their foreheads together.

"Lance." It's almost phrased as a question. "What's wrong?"

Lance sighs. He's exasperated with himself. "I don't know..." He looks down at Shiro's chest. "I guess I just thought my first kiss would be with a girl."

Shiro's silence makes Lance jump.

"I mean! Look, I, I-" He shakes his head. "My parents had expectations, okay? And I just broke all of them." He slumps against Shiro. "And now, now," his voice hitches. "I miss them so much, but I guess... A part of me's glad they aren't here, because," He bits his lip, and looks Shiro in the eye. The joy expressed in them makes his breath hitch. "I don't care! I mean, yeah," He looks away. "I don't think I'll ever be able to take you home to my parents, and," There's a sigh. "My abuela is gonna go loco let me tell you." He winks. "But, you know," There's another sigh, and a pleasant smile. "I think I'm okay with that."

Shiro doesn't have words. For a moment he stares, kind the middle of blinking rapidly because, holy shit, but at the same time isn't blinking at all.

Lance stares back. Part of him expects Shiro to leave. Just, walk away, and pretend none of this happened, but there's another part of him, hoping, chanting, begging for Shiro to smile and laugh, and maybe let him go brag.

But he doesn't do either of those.

Instead, there's a quick kiss to his mouth. When Lance looks at him again, Shiro's smiling. Another kiss to his cheek and then his eyelid, and then a third kiss to his lips.

Lance smiles with him, and then tugs him down, falling with Shiro into the mattress (while trying to to get squished).

And then they hug.

Lance laughs, and Shiro smiles, and they pull each other closer, until Lance is suffocating. (Not really).

They stay there for a moment, lazily exchanging kisses without words, until Shiro asks, "Is Allura really going to have to kiss Keith?"

Lance smirks. "Oh, yeah." He huffs. "I am not taking PDA rights in exchange for missing that."