#yes i made this scene pinker

[jarpadandjensens]

spn | team free will | 10.09

[age-of-play-i-say]

are you ever going to continue the middle and little series? not to pressure, just asking because i really enjoyed that first installment <3

Funny you should ask, I've been hanging onto 80% of this one for awhile, thinking it needed more editing but like here you go!

“Okay, is everyone ready for movie night? Still feeling good about the scene?” Daddy’s doing some last minute checks before headspace made that kind of thinking feel far away.

Baby nodded from her playpen and Little piped up from the couch, “yes, Daddy! Essited for watchin’ a big kid movie!” Daddy chuckled.

“Okay, well remember to double tap your watches to call me if things get too intense or you need my help, ahem, finishing up.” Daddy winked at Baby, who blushed, falling into headspace out of sheer embarrassment.

“Be good to our Baby, okay Little one? She’s still adjusting and she needs your sweetness and helping hands. Enjoy your movie nap together, I’ll be back in an hour.” Daddy flipped on the prepared DvD and strode upstairs, confident that his Little could handle this.

Onscreen appeared some of Baby and Little’s favorite characters, but they weren’t solving mysteries like usual. They were just talking so far, and pressing their faces together noisily.

Baby watched, wide-eyed, suckling her binkie and looking littler and littler in her crinkly diapey, surrounded by her plushies. One of the characters on screen took off his undies, still noisily kissing a girl onscreen. Baby’s sweet little face wrinkled, confusion passing over her pretty features. Little saw her eyes flit down to the man’s big grown-up stiffy and she went even pinker.

Little wanted to focus on the fun, grown-up playtime video on the screen, but that involved tearing his focus away from Baby, whose nipples hardened instantly when the kissing started. He wondered if Baby remembered their first kisses, around her comfort binkie, the same one she’s suckling now. He wondered how it might feel to kiss her like the girl on the screen.

Should I get nakey? Little wonders, shifting his hips closer and closer to the edge of the couch.

He looked Baby up and down, and saw her bottom lift and fall against the puppy pads lining her pen, bouncing subtly. Her eyes were glued to the screen, and Little was embarrassed to see the lollipop game he sometimes played with Daddy up there, the girl in the scene on her knees kissing and licking all over the guy’s big stiffy.

Little closed his eyes, feeling light-headed and falling deeper into headspace.

Soooo tingly, wan touchies. Big kid touchies.

Behind her paci, he heard Baby whine, just pouting. She’s so little, she barely knows about tingles, but it’s clear to Little that she’s getting all worked up and tingly. His heart aches for her, so confused, so little.

“Baby! You like da movie?” he palmed himself over his undies, making sure to grind up into it with a sweet, little moan when she tore her eyes away to look up at her Big Bubba Little.

Baby nodded, sucking her paci a little extra before spitting it out to hang on its lanyard, pressing her hand in the same spot Little did but over her big puffy diaper, “ye, like ‘im lots n lots,” Baby chirps, “but feelin all sticky in m’ diapey!” She tries to hump her hand, but just kind of air humped back and forth confusedly. She whines again, louder this time.

Bubba Little felt a curl of earnest affection burst in his heart. She needed his help.

“Bubba can help, lil Baby.” She looks up, teary-eyed, to see Little sliding off the couch. He came to the edge of Baby’s playpen and pointed at a big teddy bear in the corner.

“Grab your bear, get on your hands and knees, and tuck him ‘tween your legs under your diapey.” Little pressed his hand against the front of his pants again, watching her comply with his request.

“Put your binky back in, too, you don hafta talk at all, Bubba’ll tell you what to do.”

Baby whole face relaxed when she popped her paci back in her mouth, happy to be taken care of again. She settled in on top of her bear and looked up at the screen where the lollipop game was heating up.

She looked to her big brother for help, “what is-?” she managed before lapsing into another big-eyed silence. She bucked her hips like before, yelping when her sticky padding actually provided friction.

Her eyes returned to the screen, in awe of the feeling she could provoke with just her hips motion. She ground down again, her little face and shoulders relieved at the freedom from her own thoughts combined with being able to seek her own pleasure.

Little can't take his eyes off her. The man onscreen keeps making dirty noises, but Baby's humping and whimpering takes precedence.

“'s the tingles game, Baby, I play wit Daddy if ‘m good,” Little can't keep his hands off his winkie now, this naughty interaction searing his brain. Looking at the screen again, he suddenly wishes Baby would use her mouth to play the lollipop game on him. He can't ask their pure, pretty Baby to do anything so naughty.

His cheeks turn pink and he snatches his hand away from his stiffie, embarrassed. Daddy said to let Baby initiate play when she's ready. In fact, he’s under strict instructions not to get inside the playpen with her.

“Tin-goesth?” Baby murmurs around her binky, not tearing her eyes from the screen. She leans back on her haunches, putting more pressure on the bear and her privates, but it doesn't seem like enough for her. She ruts shamelessly into her bear, faster now, cheeks pink and eyes glassy.

Little watches for a bit before making a decision. He can't get in and help her, but he can show her what to do. Pulling down his pants, he blushes. He’s all stiff and tingly, and Baby will see it! He steels himself and pulls down his big boy undies, coming around the front of the playpen, winkie out.

What he sees makes his heart squeeze. Baby's tired herself out, humping hard and fast, getting nowhere but more tingly. She's laying on her bear, not even looking at the movie, twitching her hips while tears squeeze out of her eyes.

On seeing her Bubba come around her playpen, she jerks up, embarrassed and on edge.

“Ting-goess, hewp pwease?” She whimpers, scrambling on her knees to the bars of her playpen to grab her big Bubba's hand before seeing his stiffy poking out under his shirt.

She doesn't shy away from him, looking from his stiffy to the screen and then back to him.

“Ye, Baby, I help, I help!” She's asked, so he's finally allowed. He takes the hand she’d holding, reaches down and plunges it into her padding to find her tingly parts.

“‘S okay, Baby?” he whispers in her ear when she eeps in surprise.

“ye, ye, ye Bubba, need hewp tingoes ye” she chants, closing her eyes when he makes contact with her baby parts through all that slick, feeling her tiny winkie pulse.

“Nnnn, Bubba!” she spits her paci out, holding onto his arm. Just like Daddy showed him, he doesn't have to do much.

“Girl winkies are much smaller and more sensitive. Just make little circles, fast and soft. Let her decide the rest.” Daddy's coaching for the last week rings in Little’s ears.

She's rutting on his fingers now, hard and fast.

“Feels good, Baby? Bubba wan make you feel good.”

Baby nods without speaking, her sweet mouth open and her little nipples hard on his arm. Her hips jerk and his whole hand suddenly feels hot and wet as Baby hollers out,

“Bub-bahhh!” She puts both hands on his arm and swirls her hips one more time, shivering, sweet and happy.

He pulls his hand out, proud of his ability to help her make tingles. He stands back up and leans forward to check on her in her playpen. His stiffy jumps, slid between the bars.

Instead of slumped down, relaxing after tingles, Baby was back on her knees, so close it startles him. She looked up at him, pink lips puffy and open, eyes wide.

“tank you Bubba,” she whispers, her innocent blinking making his hand itch to do big kid touches on himself.

“Good job, Baby! Tingles feel good?” She moves in closer, her eyes slide over to the screen where different pairs of their favorite mystery gang are playing the lollipop game.

Her eyes take in his stiffy poking through the bars and she leans so close he can feel her breath on it as she murmurs

“Bubba need ting-goes?”

His hips ram into the bars as Baby sucks on him, pulling him into her mouth like a big binky. She swallows and he squeaks, trying to stay still like Daddy does, but it's hard.

He wants to touch her, hold her close, but doesn't want to scare her.

The lollipop game!

His eyes cross and he understands more why Daddy loves this game. The tingles feels so strong, he certainly won't last much– he remembers how Daddy does stickies so they aren't yucky in his mouth.

“Baby!! Bubba's gotta-ah-make stickies, ummm don-oh oh-here!”

He pulls out quickly enough that she looks shocked, and he pops her binky back in.

He can feel his tingles running up his back already and wraps his hand around his stiffy just into time to pump stickies out onto the floor. Baby's mouth felt so good, he wants to reward her.

But when he turns to her in her playpen, she's holding her bear, still on her knees, tears in her eyes again.

“Baby??”

“did bad? did bad ting-goes for Bubba? why go ‘way?”

“No!!” He climbs over her playpen easily, settling in behind her to hold her around her bare tummy.

He kisses her sweet pink cheek and pops her displaced binky back in again.

“Felt TOO good,” he murmurs in her ear, naturally rocking her back and forth, holding her distressed body under she relaxed.

“too good?” She whispers.

“Ye, felt like–” he points at the screen, where a boy character was screwing up his face and the girl pulled off to rub him hard until his stickies arced up comically high to hit the ceiling, ‘felt like dat, Baby. Felt so good, like I hadda essplode.”

Her crinkly butt bumped his softening winkie and he groaned until he realized she was looking hard at the screen. Her hips stuttered when he spoke.

“‘splode? Bubba felt-?” She points at the screen, hips thrusting

“Ye, Baby, you did so good,” Little feels naughty when he asks, “Baby need more?”

She nods and he reaches inside her padding again, tapping his watch twice before he does.

Daddy will show her bigger tingles. Baby needa essplode.

[talaok]

In another life || Spencer Reid x Unsub! reader

warnings: smut (oral sex - m receiving- , unprotected p in v sex, soft dom! reader, praising)

"We know you killed them"

"No" you smiled "you don't"

he sighed, clearly mad "this is you leaving the hotel the night Alex Diley was murdered"

A photo appeared beneath your eyes.

The curve on your lips remained "Oh yes I remember that one"

"It was a nice hotel"

"too bad it's gonna be closed for a while now" you pouted, your fingers tapping rhythmically on the metal table as if you were lost in your thoughts.

"This is you driving away from another crime scene," the other man said "just minutes after Richard Melton was shot in the chest with a 28' caliber"

Another picture, another grin

"Richard Melton" you repeated the name "no, doesn't ring a bell" you shrugged apologetically, the fire inside of you only expanding as the more muscular one passed a hand on his head, his nostrils flaring in anger, while the other one was avoiding your glare.

This was fun.

"And what about Marcus Alvin?" he asked "shot three times in the chest, head, and groin"

You winced "he must have made someone mad"

You took the crime photo in your hand, attentively examining it "that's a shame" you exhaled "he was handsome"

your eyes found his.

"much like you" your teeth caged a smirk from breaking free "Spencer Reid, is it?"

He tried not to look like it, but he was surprised.

You knew his name, of course you knew his name,

It stunned you they thought you would have ever come here without knowing everything you needed to,

but then of course, they had no real idea of who they were talking to.

"Oh I'm sorry" you laughed softly "Doctor Spencer Reid" you corrected yourself "I heard you don't like it when people forget it"

His eyes glanced at the "mirror" behind you, and you couldn't help but smile.

You noticed how it took him a moment to get back to normal, like he had gone somewhere else for a moment "This isn't a joke miss y/l/n, you're the prime suspect for a series of murders" he urged "we have photos of you in compromising situations"

"Miss y/l/n?" you cocked an eyebrow "please call me y/n, Spencer"

his cheeks got pinker

"alright y/n" the one you knew was named Morgan said like you were talking to him "where were you yesterday night?”

You smirked “I was with a friend, we were… having fun”

“And who’s this friend?” Spencer asked

“Why?” You bit your lip “are you jealous doctor?”

You swore you saw it.

His lips twitched for a moment too long into a smile before his face went back to stoic.

“I need the man’s name to verify your alibi”

“Do you?” you asked way too playfully considering the position you were in

“I do”

You took a deep breath, contemplating what to do “Simon” you said “Simon Miller”

“He’s gonna confirm your alibi?”

You raised an eyebrow, tilting your head challengingly “you think I’m easy to forget Spencer?”

“No” he admitted “I don’t”

You took him in, your eyes traveling up and down his tall figure until the table hid his body.

He was handsome

What was a man like that doing working for the FBI?

For the “good guys”?

He would have had more success on the other side, on your side, and undoubtedly, a lot more fun too.

He frowned "why are you here?"

He anticipated your own question

" What do you mean Doctor?"

You pretended not to notice the shift in his eyes every time you called him that.

"you know what I mean Y/n"

It seems two can play a game

You had to admit,

his name did sound extraordinarily good rolling off his tongue.

"Well I realized you were gonna want to talk to me sooner or later," you said "and I'm a woman who likes to be in charge"

He swallowed, his adam's apple slowly bobbing up and then down, a hint of panic in his eyes

Oh you so had him

You smiled

"What time is it?" you reached your hand out to him, expecting

He glanced at you before obliging, resting his arm on the table, as your fingers slowly grazed his skin, to show his watch.

It didn't take you that long to read it, you just liked having your hands on him.

"As much as I'd like to stay here and talk to you Spencer" you sighed "I'm expected somewhere"

Was it disappointment you saw flash behind his eyes?

You hoped so.

"Well you're free to go," he said, clearing his throat "Just keep yourself available"

You reached for the doorknob and turned "for you Doctor" you said "I'm always available"

__ __ __

"hello doctor"

"Wha-what are you doing here?" He stuttered, shocked

"I wanted to apologize about today"

"How do you know where I live?"

You just smiled, and made your way in, his gaze following you.

"I know a lot of things" you shrugged, passing a finger through his overfilled bookshelf.

The house was him, absolutely, completely him.

Even the smell seemed to resemble his being

"You-" he stopped a moment " you cannot be here," he said, more like he was reminding himself.

"why?" you asked "I'm not doing anything" you shrugged, taking off your coat to reveal the very tight red dress underneath.

You smiled as he took you in, his eyes stopping a moment too long on your cleavage.

"you have great taste" you referred to the books

"I like a man who knows his classics"

"t-thank you, but you should go"

You liked the way he was shier now, like the mask he wore at work had dropped and you had caught him just as it had fallen.

"Why?" you pouted, taking a step towards him "you don't believe in all the things they say, do you Spence?"

"I-" he gulped "This isn't right"

"Spencer" you sighed, your fingers tracing his tie "I'm just here to talk" you bit down a grin "unless you have other things in mind"

"I don't" he answered immediately, like he was convincing himself more than you.

"you're still wearing your work clothes," you noticed

"I just got home"

"you work too much Doctor" you feigned worry "you should relax more"

you undid his tie, his body stiff under your fingers "I know some great ways how"

"y/n-" his eyes danced between yours

"yes, Spencer?"

"you should go" he tried to let the ounce of common sense he still had, prevail, but even he wasn't convinced.

"And you should sit" you murmured, pushing him towards the couch

He did, staring up at you like he was terrified

"Relax" you smiled "I won't bite"

"unless you want me to" you winked, kneeling down in front of him, your hands on each of his thighs.

He was only able to whisper your name shily as you undid the zipper

You shuffled his pants down together with his boxers, and he could only watch, hypnotized.

"aw baby" you cooed, taking his painfully hard cock in your hand "you're already leaking baby" you gently stroked it " let me take care of you" you kissed the tip "let me help you relax"

He only whimpered as you took him in your mouth, gently hollowing your cheeks to please him even more.

"f-fuck" he spat out, making you grin internally.

You kept going, bobbing your head up and down, as a lewd noise filled the room.

"oh my god" he mumbled, his hand absentmindedly going to move some hair out of your face.

"shit this is-" he tried, but he was talking as if he had just ran five marathons "you are-"

"you like it?" you asked, leaning away a moment but continuing to let your hand do the working

"I do" he confessed, breathlessly "I do"

"That's good spencer" you smiled, kissing his tip "I do too" you took him in again, the head hitting the back of your throat as you forced yourself soo deep your nose was against his groin.

He groaned loudly "fuck" he murmured, gripping the cushion beneath him, as his head dropped back.

You did it again before pulling away.

"take off your shirt baby" you ordered, standing up, and he hesitated a moment before obliging.

You grinned as he looked at you expectantly.

he looked so cute there, underneath you, his hair all messed up, his chest inflating and deflating way too quickly- he was just so adorable.

"You're really pretty Doctor" you couldn't help but confess, making him blush "Do you want me to take care of you some more?"

"y-yes" he nodded shamelessly "yes"

You hid a chuckle.

Mr. "you should go" seemed to have changed his mind.

"mm" you hummed, reaching underneath your dress to take off your panties " is this what you want?" you asked straddling his lap

"mh-mh" he breathed,

"words Spencer, use them" you whispered as you kissed his neck

"yes"

You smirked "good boy," you said, taking his dick in your hand to position it at your entrance.

The mixture of both your loud moans bounced off his apartment's walls as you slowly sank down on him.

"God baby" you laughed softly, feeling ecstatic "You feel so good"

He really did.

He was stretching you out in the perfect way, and you could feel it all over your body.

"shit" he whimpered "you too y/n"

His lips were looking particularly tempting right now but you didn't wanna kiss him, you couldn't.

That would have been intimate, and this wasn't.

This was just sex.

Sex with a handsome, gifted in many ways, interesting man.

that's all.

So you went for his cheek instead, leaving a quick kiss on it, and a trace of lipstick, before you started moving, pushing yourself off and then down his dick faster and faster, until he was hitting that spongey spot inside of you each time.

His mouth was gaped open, ragged little breaths escaping it, and while your eyes were to his face, his were somewhere else,

somewhere much lower

"you wanna see them, baby?"

"I-" he gulped "can- can I?"

"of course spencer" you kept moving as your hands left his chest to move the dress's straps off of your shoulders and your dress down onto your torso, releasing your tits.

His eyes immediately fell there, a cute moan leaving his throat at the sight.

"you can touch," you said, but he didn't even give you time to process it before his mouth went to your nipple, starting to suck and kiss passionately as his hand groped your other boob.

You couldn't help but stifle a giggle at the sight, but soon, the newest pleasure he was provoking mixed with the one of his cock, caused the knot in your stomach to tighten.

"fuck spencer" you moaned, and he just whimpered against your boobs.

"Baby I'm coming" you whined

"you gonna come with me?"

"gonna be good and come deep inside of me?"

He nodded eagerly and you bit your lip as you placed a hand on his shoulder to get even more leverage to quicken your pace.

The knot was ready to break down, you could feel it.

"come, baby"

"fill me up Spencer" you moaned loudly as your orgasm burst inside of you like a fire, spreading all over in a matter of seconds.

You felt him follow just after, his head falling to your chest, one of his hands still on your tits as with a loud groan, he filled you up completely.

"god" you said breathlessly, getting off of him

"Yeah," he agreed, glancing over at you.

"Do you-"

"I need to go" you interrupted him.

"I have to go Spencer, but I really enjoyed this"

"Oh, ok" he nodded, and you felt your heart break, but it was for the best,

you had felt something, something strong, and it wasn't only that it scared you, it was that it had absolutely terrified you.

Whatever it was, it was dangerous,

and you needed to get away from it, from him, as soon as possible.

You dressed yourself quickly and he did the same, only managing to slip on his boxers.

"you were amazing doctor," you said, turning to him as you reached for the front door "I'll see you again" you smiled, reaching to stroke his cheek "either soon or in another life" you kissed it briefly, not giving yourself time to look at him before rushing out of the door.

Your heart was beating fast as you reached inside your bag.

All this, all this time in this business, all this time perfecting the art, and all it took was an FBI agent to fuck it all up.

You held your breath as you reached for your phone, and as you looked down at it, the recording still going, his face flashed before you, and as you turned back, his door closed, him on the other side, you took a decision.

One every part of you was against.

Another life it was.

[bunnyywritings]

fun firsts with the colonel and honey bunny

ROY MUSTANG x F!READER

[a/n: here is day 2 with my husband roy mustang…he just feels like such a lover of tying a pretty thing up and making her squirm and cry, no? I think so…but anyways, i very much enjoyed writing this one so I hope you enjoy ! once again, the use of the term “little” has absolutely nothing to do with body size or anything, just a degradation/condescension thing, should be proofread lol but honestly, I don’t remember ! love y’all 🫶🏼 enjoy!…ALSO I KNOW I KnOW, i completely missed my opportunity to write in his gloves…and i hate myself for it 😔]

© bunnyywritings pls don't use my headers or writing without permission

wc: 3.8k words

WARNINGS: safe word used (stoplight system), sir kink, soft bdsm themes, arm and leg restraints, light degradation, roy uses a vibrator and dildo on reader, spit kink, pussy slaps, implied edging, dacryphilia, cowgirl, spanking, doggy, prone bone, creampie, breeding kink, no use of y/n, reader is mentioned as bunny, is also called: doll, good girl, sweetheart, baby, fleshlight lol uhmm i think that’s all

You’ve only spoken with Roy a handful of times, you both had mutual friends so you’d run into each other surprisingly often. It wasn’t until you both ended up at the same brunch that he finally decided to ask about your availability to film a scene with him.

You had exchanged phone numbers and set up a date for filming, making sure to have coffee or lunch a few times before then just to get to know each other better. It wasn’t until the night before that you realized you had never seen any of his content. That led to falling down the rabbit hole and consuming the available content on his page and even having known that he was into bdsm or power dynamic play, nothing could’ve prepared you for his page. It ranged from soft to hardcore play and it was a little intimidating but exciting nonetheless, if you were being totally honest.

You’d never give him the satisfaction of admitting that you spent that time with a hand between your legs and several mind melting orgasms.

So now, as you reached his place, you couldn’t help but feel all sorts of buzzing excitement and nerves.

“Okay so, before we get started, we had discussed what you’d be comfortable with and what was off limits.” You nodded in confirmation as he opened the notes on his phone and handed it to you. “Are these still accurate or is there anything you want to change?”

You carefully read through the list, impressed by how thorough he’d been. “Yep, these are still accurate.” He smiled gently, taking his phone back.

“And have you decided on your safeword?”

“Mhmm.” You nodded, cheeks getting pinker by the second. “Would it be okay if we used the stoplight uhm…one?”

“Of course. Red to stop, green to keep going, orange to slow down.” He recited smoothly, to which you nodded. “That’s perfect. Classic.” His voice eased your nerves tenfold.

You sat at the edge of the bed as two conversed, watching as Roy finished setting up.

Seeing all the toys and such he was setting off to the side made your arousal sky rocket, your panties growing slick underneath your pants.

“Ready?” He was rolling up the sleeves of his white button up and you found it difficult to not jump him then and there.

“Yeah…” Unbeknownst to you, he had started recording.

“Answer me properly.”

Your mouth went dry. Finally catching on, you swallowed nervously, eyes wide as you looked up at him. “Yes sir.”

“Hmm…what’s your color?” He hummed, standing between your spread legs. You were still looking up at him, in awe of how quickly and smoothly he got into character. He found it quite amusing, he was gonna have fun with you.

Though, at your lack of response, he gripped your jaw and refocused your gaze. “Your color, doll?”

“G-green.”

He smirked. “Good girl.” That sent a spike of heat straight to your core. “Lay back for me.” You quickly did as you were told, swiftly scooting back and holding yourself up with your hands. “And let’s get these pesky clothes out of my way.” He unbuttoned your pants, fingers hooked in the belt loops as you lifted your hips to aid him in peeling them off, a groan leaving his lips as he did.

You were wearing a lacy set of red panties and garter belt clipped to beautiful sheer stockings of the same shade.

“All this for me?” He asked, arousal clear in his tone as he watched you remove your shirt to reveal the final piece of the set. A bustier that made your tits sit nice and pretty. “You’re spoiling me, doll.” He licked his lips as he crawled over you, one hand caressing your thigh and the other holding his weight by your head. “I can’t wait to ruin you.” The promise sent shivers down your spine, pride swelling in your chest.

His lips finally pressed against yours in a sweet, soft kiss. Unexpectedly romantic. You felt him smile against your lips before deepening the kiss. Tongues starting to explore each other heatedly.

Moans started to leave your throat once he started to grind his clothed erection into you. “You’re so warm…” He cooed. “Can feel you through your panties.” He snuck a hand between the two of you, snapping the band of your underwear against your skin.

A surprised yelp left your lips, making Roy chuckle.

“Sorry sweetheart, couldn’t help myself.” He pulls away, watching you pout as he gets off the bed and makes his way to the headboard. You watch in excited curiosity as he grabs some cuffs off his bedside table.

Gently taking your wrist, he placed a few kisses on your palm and the inside of your wrist before fitting the cuff to it. “S’that too tight?” He asked, to which you shook your head. “Use your words.” His gentle reprimand made your cheeks flush.

“No, not too tight.” He nodded, continuing to fit the cuffs around your other wrists and ankles with the same care before attaching them to the straps on the bed.

Adrenaline coarse through your veins, your body’s innate fight or flight instinct wanting to take over as you gave the restraints an experimental tug. “Color?”

“Green, sir.”

You couldn’t help the pants that obscured your tone, especially as he lowered himself between your legs. His eyes instantly catching the dark patch on your underwear. Tucking his left index and thumb underneath the fabric, he pinched the front of your panties to tug the lace in between your slick lips, a shuddered moan leaving your lip as it tugged on your clit.

He reached his free hand behind him into his back pocket, your eyes widening as he produced a vibrator from behind his back. Your thighs twitched as he turned it onto the lowest setting. The tension of the fabric against your sensitive bud was enough to make your legs weak but the second he pressed the pink bullet on you over the fabric, all bets were off.

Your jaw fell open with a drawn out moan. “Ohh my god…” Your legs tugged at the restraints, desperation coursing through your veins. “R-Roy! Need m-more…” And almost immediately, the vibration stopped and he let go of your panties.

The whine of disappointment died in your throat when you registered the glare he was giving you. “What happened to your manners, hmm?”

“N-No! No, I’m…m’sorry. Please, I’m sorry.”

He took a moment to look at you. You were already whining and begging for him and he had barely even touched you. If simply toying with you through your panties had wrecked you this much, he was thrilled to see what would happen when he’d finally get to sink inside you.

You pouted when he glanced at you in slight contempt, completely ignoring your pleading and shoving the vibe back into his rear pocket, reaching over to the table and grabbing the one thing that you had been dreading.

The thick, gummy pink, dildo. It had to be at least 7 inches and you just knew that this was gonna be absolute torture.

As he sauntered to the head of the bed, his looming presence was slightly intimidating. “Open your mouth.”

Hoping that your obedience would lighten the punishment, you spared no time in doing what you were told, your jaw hanging slack and tongue lolling out. He snickered and leaned down the slightest bit, his lips and jaw shifted a tiny bit before spitting a glob of saliva into your mouth. The subtle taste of mouthwash overtaking your tastebuds. “Uh uh, don’t close.” He instructed, sliding the tip of the toy against your slippery tongue before feeding it into your mouth. “Show me what a good girl you can be and maybe I’ll forgive you.”

A choked moan left your chest as you wrapped your lips around the toy and he started to push it back against the back of your throat.

Roy watched with a lidded gaze as you gagged around the silicone cock. Lewd, wet noises echoing through the room as he rhythmically fucked your throat. His free hand palming his painfully hard erection through his trousers. The sight made you pull against the ankle restraints, desperate for any friction against your aching core.

“Aww, are you getting all worked up?” His tone was the definition of patronizing. You nodded through the bobbing up and down of the toy. “Too bad.”

A particularly rough prod of the dildo against your throat made tears spring to your eyes. He stopped palming himself and let his hand fall to your thigh, fingertips skimming the top before cupping you through your panties. The touch makes you jolt, hips moving on their own in an attempt to grind against his hand. He scoffed, pulling his hand away but before you could even think about whining in complaint, he brought his hand back down to roughly slap your cunt.

You cried out as a pleasurable pain shot up your spine, the sound muffled as he hadn’t let up with the toy. He did it once more, your clit throbbing underneath your panties.

Roy slowed his movements to a halt, slipping the dildo from between your lips. Apparently, you hadn’t noticed the lone tear that trailed down your temple. Your breasts were heaving up and down with your panting. “Color?”

“G-” You paused, swallowing the saliva pooled in your mouth, “Green.”

Satisfied, he tossed the dildo down on the bed beside your thigh and settled in between your twitching legs. You were beyond soaked, the wet spot on your panties twice as dark as before. “Sorry, doll. I’ll buy you another pair.” His apology was followed by a loud rip! That, paired with a sudden rush of cold against your wet pussy was enough to tell you that he had torn your panties. Gripping the toy once more, he teased your clit with its tip, the bulbous head sliding easily against your heated bud. He then slid it down your slit, coating it in your slick before finally…finally pressing the toy to your entrance. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he pushed past the barrier of your entrance. The stretch was delicious, exactly what you had been craving but, of course, he wasn’t gonna hand you your pleasure on a silver platter. Disappointment replaced the initial relief as he pulled it out. Tapping the hefty toy against your slick lips. “Come on, bunny. Work for it, use your big girl words.”

“M’sorry! I’m sorry sir, please! Please, please! I’ll be good, swear…”

“What are you asking for, hmm? Come on.”

“Fuck me! Please sir, please I-ahh!” Not wanting to wait, he shoved the toy into your sopping entrance. Bullying the fat toy into your tight heat, a drawn out moan leaving your slacked jaw. The pace he set was ruthlessly tame.

It wasn’t too fast or too slow and it was driving you insane as he kept it up, he was hitting that spot inside you that made you delirious but it wasn’t quite enough. He let you attempt to rut your hips for more but it was no use, his pace was steadily pushing you to the edge.

Your high was approaching, your breathing deepening as your moans became stuttered and more frequent. And right as the coil was gonna snap, he pulled the toy from you. Your sudden emptiness made you want to cry. Frustration filling your whole body.

“N-No, no…sir, don’t stop! Please…don’t-” He stopped your complaints effectively by meanly bringing his fingers down against your clit in a firm tap.

“You’ll take what I give you, understood?”

Your weak nod wasn’t enough, his fingers coming down on you once more. A tad bit harsher than before. “Yes sir! I understand!”

That was about 15 minutes ago.

Now, there were tears streaming down your cheeks as he pressed a hitachi wand against your puffy clit, soaked dildo being fucked in an out of your squelching cunt. At least four ruined orgasms later.

If Roy had even an ounce less of the self restraint he so proudly upholds, he’d have creamed his pants a while ago.

Seeing you writhe against his bed, tears streaking down your pretty face, hearing your broken cries of desperation and pleasure leaving bitten lips and hearing the sound of the restraints as you pulled on them, the buzzing of the vibrator with the steady shlick! of the toy was making his pulse thrum wildly beneath his skin.

“You gonna cum again, hmm? If you ask me nicely, I’ll let you.”” You hadn’t even been able to really hear him, your ears tricking you into thinking that they had somehow been filled with cotton. When you hadn’t responded, he set the vibrator on the next setting. The sudden influx of vibrations had made you jolt.

“Oran-nghh!” He had pushed the dildo right into your abused g-spot, but once hearing your attempted safeword, he paused his movements. Quickly switching the hitachi off with practiced ease.

“What is it, bunny? What’s your color?” His voice was a little clearer now, a small pang of guilt swirling in your chest.

“M’sorry…it’s orange.”

He frowned slightly, slowly and carefully pulling the toy out of you. You whimpered, the feeling of being empty suddenly very foreign. “No.” He gently shushed you, “Don’t ever apologize for using your safeword. Thank you for telling me to slow down.” He leaned forward and pressed soft, almost nonexistent kisses to your inner thighs. Kissing down your calf and to your ankle. He unclipped the cuff from the strap before unbuckling the actual cuff and tossing it aside. Massaging the irritated area with so much care that it almost brought more tears to your eyes.

He repeated the actions with your other ankle and your wrists before letting you sit up. “I’ll be right back.” He kissed your nose before leaving the room.

You removed the garter belt and bustier that had been digging into your skin before sliding off your torn underwear. Roy was surprised to see you sat on his bed in just red sheer stockings but he smiled, almost lovingly, at you as he approached with a small glass of water.

“Here you go.” He rested the edge of the glass against your lips before tilting it back, satisfied when you took a few sips before he pulled the glass away and placed it on the bedside table. “D’you wanna keep going?”

“Yes sir…” You smirked playfully, before reaching forward and gripping his waistband. Slyly unbuttoning his pants, and tugging his zipper down.

He chuckled, shaking his head before swatting your hands away. Taking a step back to undress. You hadn’t even attempted to hide your ogling. Eyes devouring his nude form. His taut muscles, broad shoulders, and his hard cock was a blushed pink that made you salivate.

“Give me some room, sweetheart.” You did so and let him pull you onto his lap once he was settled against the headboard.

You pressed a hesitant kiss against his lips, giggling and pressing a few more innocent pecks to his awaiting lips. His hands caressed your sides, the comfort making you slump forward and rest your forehead against his. “We can keep going. I’m okay now.”

“You sure?”

You bit your lip and nodded, “Yes sir.”

“Ride me, bunny. Be a good baby and take what you want.” His words had ignited the heat in your belly as you eagerly reached down between the two of you and took a hold of his throbbing length and lined him up with your entrance. He continued to caress your warm skin as you slowly sank down on him, gravity aiding your movement.

“Oh shit.” You muttered breathlessly, his girth was a lot more difficult to accommodate than you thought, the toy having done almost little to nothing to prep you. “Fuck…” You pulled away from him and readjusted your grip on his shoulders, as you started the attempt to engulf all of him, he snapped his hips upward, holding you down on the entirety of his dick. Your eyes widening.

An unexpected whimper leaving his chest as you settled. He took a few moments, relishing in the way that your gummy walls pulsed around him. You took a few deep breaths, yelping when his hand came down on your right cheek.

“Go on. Ride me.” He instructed through heavy breaths.

You lifted yourself halfway before grinding forward and sinking onto him. Thighs quivering, you finally reached a steady pace without his help. His moans and grunts spurring you on.

Roy was gripping onto the globes of your ass in an attempt to hold onto his sanity. Your insides were so hot and wet, you were sucking him in with every downward thrust but he could tell that you were nearing an end once more, thrusts becoming sloppy and your walls pulsed spastically around him.

“Hmm oh! Oh my god, I’m gonna-oh!” In the blink of an eye, he had pulled you off of him and tossed you onto the bed, smirk curling his lips as a disappointed sob left your lips.

“Hands and knees, doll.” He playfully smacked your inner thigh. “Quickly, come on.”

With an eye roll and a huff, you flipped over and rested on your forearms and knees. Your back arching sinfully as you wiggled your hips. “Just for the attitude-” He pulled your arms behind your back, holding your wrists together with one hand. You yelped as you fell on your face, struggling to turn your head so you were resting your cheek against the mattress.

And in one single movement, you were pulled back onto the entirety of his cock. He first grinded up against you, still flush with your hips, the movement causing his tip to gently massage that spongy spot within you. “Color?” He grunted.

“Green, oh my god, please! Just fuck me, please!” Your desperation was painfully clear and it satisfied him to no end.

And without waiting another second, he pulled out until his tip was just barely kissing your entrance before thrusting back in and bullying his way back into you.

“Shit, doll. You feel so good wrapped around my cock.” He groaned. “Such a sloppy little cunt, and all for me. Hmm?” You clamped down even tighter on him at his words. “Oh…you like that? Fuck-” He rearranged his grip on your wrists. “Such a good girl, taking whatever I give her.”

“Yes! Yes, just wanna be good for you! Your good girl!”

“So desperate to please, just makes me want to keep you here for hours. Make you cum until you go stupid. Until you’re molded to my cock. Make you my perfect fleshlight.”

That’s all it took, your pussy pulsing around him. “Please, can I cum? P-please sir, been s’good! Please, please, plea-”

He leaned down, continuing to thrust into you. His breath hot against your ear. “Go ahead, cum.”

Your entire body convulsed in his hold, your release hitting you like a freight train. “Mmmm that’s it, did such a good job for me.” He released your arms and kissed your shoulders, “My good little bunny.” His thrusts were shallow as he helped you ride out your high.

He pulled out, reaching behind him to grab a pillow before slotting it underneath your pelvis. Gently maneuvering you into lying down on your stomach, legs pressed together. He spread your cheeks to get a good look at your pulsing entrance. “I’m gonna fill you up. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He lined himself up.

“Mhmm want your cum, please. Fill me up like you wanna give me a baby.”

At your words his mind went blank, all intentions of fucking you slowly were thrown out the window. He buried himself in you and set a brutal pace, watching as he sank into your soaked pussy.

You gripped the bed sheets tightly in your fists, for fear of being pushed off the bed by the force of his thrusts.

You had never been fucked prone before and you had asked to try it with him and good God, this new position had you drooling and babbling incoherently through moans.

“Sucha needy girl, begging me to fuck a baby into you.” He huffed, moaning lowly. “Maybe I should…your pussy’s sucking me in. Begging for every last drop- hah ffuck!” Your creamy cunt leaving a ring of white at the base of his dick, the contrast against his dark trimmed pubic hair was dizzying.

“Shit, can feel you…you’re gonna come again. Do it. Soak my cock and I’ll fill you up!” His thrusts began to turn sloppy.

Your mind became fuzzy, a cry leaving your lips as you came. A rush of release drenching him completely. “M’gonna cum!” He choked a moan, his hips stilling as he released his hot load into you, filling you up. He fucked into you a few times, your body twitching at the overstimulation.

“Ah Roy-!”

He stilled, hips flush against your slick skin. “I-I know, doll. I know.”

He pulled out with a hiss, holding you open and watching you push his cum out. He licked his lips, wanting nothing more than to dive face first into your sticky cunt and clean you up but that’d have to wait for next time. “Don’t move, okay?”

You just hummed, fatigue joining the buzz of pleasure coursing through your veins.

He pulled his drawed open and pulled out a pack of wet wipes, plucking one out before returning behind you. Carefully bending your leg upward, he pressed the wipe against your spent core and cleaned you up. A good-natured chuckle leaving him when you flinch away, whining out, “Too cold!”

“Sorry sweetheart.”

Once you were both cleaned up, he rested against the headboard, holding you as you snuggled into his chest. Your eyelids were heavy, his warmth and his tender touch was enough to lull you to sleep. “Say goodbye, bunny.” He kissed the crown of your head.

Lazily, you looked up at a camera of his. An adorably fatigued smile on your lips as you waved at the camera before diving into his embrace again.

“Are you hungry or anything?” He rested his head back, enjoying your warmth and letting his eyes fall closed.

“Mhmm, starving.”

His laugh vibrated his chest, the movement jostling you the slightest bit.

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[sanjisblackasswife]

Can i please request some headcanons for jjk men when their s!o asks to sit on their face? The one you did with one piece was too good ���‍💫😆 thank you!

I been needing some motivation to finish some JJK writing Mami i gotchu thank u. Enjoy!

Telling JJK Men “I Want to Sit On Your Pretty Face”

Black Fem Reader in Mind

Ft. Geto, Gojo, Toji, Nanami, Choso

Toji

It throws him off a second because he’s usually the one to say such things.

You asked him as he was cleaning his gun in your living room and he just looks up at you

I really wanna set the scene here imagine he looks up at you with a tooth pick in his mouth and does a small chuckle pls

“Really now?”

“….can I sit on it or not.”

As much as he would love to have you crying under his tongue he would much rather annoy you until you beg for it.

“Nope.” He gets up and kisses your forehead. “Use your fingers and imagine it’s me

Mf ACTUALLY gets offended when later that day he catches you playing with yourself

Gojo

“Well aren’t you needy…”

Here go this mf—-

“I mean I am gorgeous and good looking who wouldn’t—“

“Nevermind I’ll use my vibrator—-“

Gojo laughs dragging you back into his lap on the bed taking off his shades to eye you up and down, “Can we get some dinner after?”

“Mf i AM the dinner?!”

“Nah…” he rolls over on top of your body hovering over your lips, “You’re my dessert of course.”

Geto

You always ask him to ride his face, but you’re too pussy to go through with it when he says yes

Today Suguru was over your hesitation and pulled you towards him on the bed.

“If my face is that pretty then use it. Take em off.”

“I was kidding!”

“I’m not. I want to taste you…now strip for me.”

He tugged on your panties but made you keep on his shirt. He was already planning to fuck you later in it but he didn’t mind changing his plans for you of course.

Nanami

“I am at work.”

“Yeah that’s the problem.”

You FaceTimed him during his lunch break and though he was happy to see you he immediately regretted continuing the conversation

“We can talk about this later—“

“Nothing to talk about lemme ride it.”

“Can you—“

“You’re so pretty…I’ll even suck your dick as I do it.”

You did.

Choso

You fluster this poor baby too much :(((

“Y-you?!—-like now??”

“If you want….or not it’s okay..”

His face never been pinker, it wasn’t that he didn’t want to it’s the simple fact he LOVES when you sit on his face

He loves to be used by you sm :(((<3

He takes your hand to the couch and immediately strips to his boxers

“Please…?”

“Please what ‘oso you Gatta use your words.” You say caressing his warm cheek as he looks up at you like a dog while you’re standing in between his legs.

He’s so cute when he’s like this—-you couldn’t keep teasing him so you laughed, stripped for him, and took a seat.

[mochinek0]

Umbrella Scene

Adrien let out a sigh as the rain began to pour harder. He had brought a jacket for the cold and it was too late to turn back home. He'd be late to class if he did. As he opened the car door, he waited for the onslaught of rain to pelt him, but it never came. Adrien looked up to see Marinette standing over him, with an umbrella over his head.

"Hey." Marinette spoke.

"Hey, Mari." Adrien replied.

Marinette held out the umbrella for him to grab.

"No! I couldn't!" Adrien refused, seeing her get soaked.

"It's okay." Marinette smiled, "It's about time I returned it, anyways."

Adrien took the umbrella, confused, only for it to close down around him.

'My...umbrella! She....She kept it after all this time!'

Adrien peered out from under it and saw Marinette giggling. He felt the heat on his cheeks begin to rise.

"You okay?" she questioned.

"Ye-Yeah." he answered, "Oh, um, Mari-"

"Angel!" a voice shouted.

Marinette quickly turned away from him. Adrien followed her gaze to a guy their age, dressed in a suit. Before he could say a word, Marinette ran over to the mysterious guy and got under his umbrella.

'Who the hell is that?'

Adrien took a step forward to question how he knew one of his best friends, but that changed when Marinette grab the guy's hand.

'Oh.'

The young Agreste had no idea why it suddenly hurt to swallow as he watched Marinette walk away.

Adrien trailed slowly behind them towards the school. He couldn't keep his eyes of their locked hands. As they reached the school, the pair stopped and Adrien noticed the umbrella lower. He had no reason to stay behind them so he quickly moved ahead of them. Adrien decided to look behind to see what had caused them to stop. He wasn't expecting to see Marinette kissing the unknown guy.

As the bell rang, Adrien felt his feet give way.

'What happened?'

"Adrien, are you okay?" Marinette called.

"Ye-Yeah!" the model replied, picking himself up, "I'm okay."

"I'll see you after school?" Adrien heard Marinette question.

Adrien turned to see her kiss the guy on the cheek. Wordlessly, he held out his umbrella to her.

"No. I'll be fine. Besides, you'll be here when I get out." Mari smiled.

Adrien finally got a good look at the guy. He was taller then Marinette. He had tan complexion, jet black hair and green eyes. As Marinette pulled her hoodie over her hair, Adrien turned away, and began to walk into the school.

"You okay?" Marinette asked, catching up to him, "You fell earlier."

Adrien merely nodded, turning away.

"I'll cover for you." She smiled, "Why don't you go wash up and fix yourself?"

He quickly hurried away.

'What was that? My shoelaces are tied so they couldn't have made me trip.'

Adrien observed his pants in the mirror. Thankfully, his knees were just damp; no dirt. He didn't even want to think about what his father would have done had he ruined his pants.

'Marinette has been different lately. I wonder if that guy is the reason why. Her lips were pinker the usual. Was it because they kissed? Would it feel good to kiss like they did? Stop! I need to hurry up; Marinette said she'd cover for me!'

As Adrien washed his hand, he noticed a gash on his hand. He shrugged it off and dried it hands, hurrying to class.

Adrien slipped into class and waved at Marinette when he wasn't scolded for his late arrival.

"Your hand." Marinette spoke, as she got her bag off the floor.

"What?" Adrien questioned.

"Give me your hand." She stated, "You have a cut."

"Oh. It-It's nothing. I'm fine." the model replied.

"Hand." Mari demanded.

Adrien sighed and placed his hand on her desk. Marinette pulled out a miniature first aid kit. She pulled out disinfectant, antibiotic cream, wipes, and a bandage. Marinette quickly went to work. Adrien noticed how gentle she was as she held his hand. She disinfected his cut and put some antibiotic cream on it. She smoothed out the cream with a wipe. Mari placed his hand down. She picked up the bandage, opened it, and placed a kiss on it. Adrien could feel his cheeks warm as she placed it on him.

"Thanks, Ma-Marinette." Adrien spoke, struggling to get his words out.

Marinette giggled, "Sorry. Even Luka mentions my motherly habits."

Adrien nodded, taking the excuse for his stammering, and turned around in his seat.

"So, when are you gonna date someone?" Alya teased, hoping to give Adrien a hint.

"I've been dating someone for two years, now." Marinette replied.

"Yo-You're joking, right?" Alya faltered.

"Nope." Mari stated, "Our anniversary is this week."

"Yeah. I saw her with a guy outside." Adrien spoke, "The guy with the umbrella, right?"

"Damian, but yes." Marinette smiled.

"Umbrella?" Nino asked.

"It was raining outside." the model answered.

"I thought you were bringing yours." Alya questioned.

"No, it was Adrien's. I just hadn't returned it and luckily, I brought it because he didn't have one." Mari answered.

"Thanks, Marinette." Adrien spoke.

Marinette nodded and Alya sat back in her seat, ending the conversation.

As the bell rang, Marinette gathered belongings and headed out the door. Alya ushered the boys to hurry. She was eager to see who had stolen Marinette's heart away from Adrien.

The trio watched as a guy with olive skin, jade green eyes and slicked back, black hair held his umbrella over Marinette's head. Marinette instantly smiled and latched on to his arm. Without a word or a wave, Marinette left with her boyfriend.

"I guess....she didn't need me to help her." Alya mumbled.

"What?" Adrien questioned.

Alya sighed, "I tried to help her with her old crush, but it never worked." glancing up to watch Adrien's reaction.

"Well, maybe they weren't meant to be." the model shrugged, "Seems she realized it too."

Alya quickly rushed away, upset, at Adrien's obliviousness. She still couldn't believe her ship had sunk. She had planned so much and they never even went on one date.

"Did I say something wrong?" Adrien questioned.

"I don't think so, but I'll let you know." Nino answered, rushing after his girlfriend.

Adrien opened his umbrella and waited for his ride. He could clearly remember the first time he handed it over to Marinette, the way she hesitated to take it and the blush on her cheeks. He recalled how it closed on her and he laughed, like when his mother was still around. Adrien smiled, remembering calling her his friend.

Everyone thought that Nino and Chloe were his first friends, but to him, it was Marinette Dupain-Cheng. She never cared that his family was well off or that he was a model. Marinette had treated him like any other person.

Adrien looked in the direction Marinette had left with her boyfriend. He felt the heat on his cheeks as he recalled her giggle when the umbrella closed over his head. Marinette was a sweet, compassionate, smart, brave girl. Adrien watched as she turned the corner with her boyfriend, the smile clear on her face.

She had been so gentle and loving earlier. She had made sure he was well enough earlier after he fell. Marinette had kissed his bandage and placed it on him, after cleaning and disinfecting his cut. He could recall every moment she had tripped and she fell into his arms.

Adrien felt the heat in his cheeks rise as he looked towards the corner she had turned.

'It would have been nice if I had ever stood a chance with her.'

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[hxlyhead-harpies]

Pink is the Color of Love (G.W.)

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Cursing

To say that your week had been bad would be an understatement. On Monday you had woken up too late to go to the Great Hall for breakfast which left you in an uncharacteristically bad mood. A bad mood that landed you in a two-hour detention with Snape, causing you to miss a quidditch practice at the behest of your captain. On Tuesday you’d left your charms essay on the couch in your common room, an excuse Flitwick didn’t believe. On Wednesday you’d snapped at a poor first year who had run into you in the halls, a moment that had been witnessed by none other than Professor Snape, a man you swore had it out for you. That little incident had cost Hufflepuff five points, which only further sullied your week. And on Thursday, a thread had begun to run on your uniform. And when you attempted to pull it off, nearly half of your sweater unraveled. So when you awoke on Friday morning, you prayed that the final day of the school week would go by uneventfully. So when the sun filtered its way through the curtains and forced your eyes open, you let yourself hope that today would be a good day.

And then you looked into the mirror.

You hear your shriek escape you before you even realize that you’re screaming. You furiously rub at your skin to no avail, hoping that you could somehow fix the predicament that you found yourself in.

“(Y/n) what’s the matter- oh my Godric,” your roommate says, sidling up beside you. You turn to look at her, angry hot tears forming in your eyes.

“So it’s that bad huh,” you ask sarcastically, your voice breaking partway through the sentence.

“(Y/n)... You’re pink,” she says, clearly at a loss for words. You chuckle darkly.

“Wow thank you, Michelle, I didn’t even notice,” you bite back. Michelle flinches at your words. You turn back to look into the mirror, assessing the damage that has been done. Michelle was right, you were pink. A very hot pink to be exact. Every inch of your skin had been replaced with the flaming hot color. You found yourself furiously rubbing against your skin once again, somehow deluding yourself into believing that it would somehow get rid of the pink. After a few moments of this, you turn back to Michelle, who is looking at you with nothing but pity in her eyes. You bite down on your lip hard, attempting to keep the tears at bay. Michelle pulls you into a gentle hug, wrapping her arms around you while you lay against her limply.

“What am I going to do?” you ask her, voice thick with emotion. She pulls back from you and holds onto your shoulders.

“You stay here today. I’ll tell our professors that you’re sick. Okay (Y/n)?” She says in a nurturing tone. You sniffle and wipe your nose.

“I don’t know Michelle. We have an exam in potions today and you already know Snape hates me. What if he won’t let me take it later? I can’t afford a bad grade in his class,” you reply. Michelle shakes her head slightly.

“Well, Snape’s an ass,” she says.

“Yeah, an ass that could fail me,” you retort, beginning to become frustrated. Michelle sighs, dropping her hands from your shoulder.

“Fine. But are you really going to go to class like that?” she asks.

“I guess I have to,” you say.

“I mean it has to wear off eventually. Or maybe Madame Pomfrey has an antidote or something, though I’m not sure she’d know how to fix this,” Michelle says, gesturing to you. You groan in frustration and fling yourself back onto your bed.

“Yeah I doubt she just keeps an antidote around for pink skin,” you say bitterly, running your hands over your face.

“Do you know who did this to you,” Michelle asks from her place by the mirror. You frown to yourself. You hadn’t thought about that yet, too caught up in your anger at your condition and your ruined week.

“I have no idea,” you reply, moving to prop yourself up on your elbows. “Who’d want to do this to me?” you question.

“Maybe that first year you almost hexed the other day,” Michelle said with a laugh. She snapped her mouth shut once she caught sight of your glare.

“Sorry,” she murmured. “Well, obviously whoever did this to you got their materials from the Weasley twins. Zonkos doesn’t sell anything like this,” Michelle continues casually. You sit up with a start.

“Of course! Oh, Michelle, you’re a genius!” you practically yell, jumping up from your bed.

“Huh? I know but what did I do to deserve the title?” Michelle asks as you grab your wand from your nightstand. You smile at her mischievously.

“If the Weasley twins made whatever turned me pink, then they obviously have the cure,” you say as you quickly slip on your slippers. Michelle’s mouth forms an “O” as she realizes your plan. You shout a quick goodbye before heading out the door.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As you march down the halls towards the Gryffindor common room you find yourself lost in your thoughts and getting increasingly angry.

How dare they! Who gave them the right to mess with people’s lives for profit? You think to yourself as you near the large portrait that guards the room. Your frown deepens as the stress of your entire week envelope you. By the time you stand in front of the fat lady, you feel anger coursing through your veins like an uncontrollable wave.

“Password?” she asks, looking down on you with a wide-eyed expression.

“I don’t know the damn password just let me in!” you shout back at her, red hot anger overtaking you.

“Do you actually think I am going to let you in if you don’t know the password? Are you daft?” she responds haughtily. You feel you face flush (though considering your skin was already a deep shade of pink, you weren’t sure if anyone could tell) with rage.

“I swear to Merlin if you don’t let me in there right now I will rip down your frame with my bare hands! Do you understand me?” you yell back. You watch her expression morph into one of extreme shock before she is pushed open by a group of first years who appear to be on their way to breakfast. Your gaze snaps to them, watching as their eyes widen at the sight of your appearance. You quickly take advantage of the situation and shoulder your way into the common room. The portrait hole closes behind you with a bang, causing the students in the room to all to turn their attention to you. You glower at them all, not caring how you must’ve looked with your hot pink skin, pajamas, slippers, and extreme bed head.

“Where are they?” you growl, eyes shifting around the common room. An array of hands point to a couch on the far side of the room. You turn to look at the couch to see one twin sitting on it, his feet propped up on the coffee table in front of him. His face was twisted into an amused smirk as he took in your appearance. You began to stalk your way over to him, the other Gryffindors practically jumping out of your way. You arrive in front of him, the redhead still donning the same obnoxious expression.

“Weasley,” you say, seething.

“Speaking. How can I help you?” He replies, amusement lacing his voice.

“Give me the cure for whatever it is that you did to me,” you spit out.

“I’m sorry love but I’m not exactly sure what you’re talking about,” he says.

“Fred Weasley I swear to-”

“It’s George actually,” he says from his spot down on the couch.

“I don’t give a damn which one of you this is! Just give me the antidote,” you scream. “I have had possibly the worst week of my entire life so I need you to give me the cure right now or so help me God,” you say, anger lacing every word. George at least has the decency to look guilty for a moment, but the look is quickly replaced with another overconfident smirk.

“I really am sorry but there’s nothing I can do,” he says, holding his hands up in front of him. You huff in anger before grabbing the collar of his uniform, pulling his up out of his sitting position to be eye to eye with you.

“George Weasley I do not care if there is nothing you can do. You will find some way to fix me or I swear on my life that I will castrate you!” you say through gritted teeth. George looks shocked for a moment before a grin spreads across his face.

“Promise?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows. You frown, pulling him slightly closer to your face.

“Weasley do not test me,” you retort. George stares at you for a moment, smirking. He then looks over your shoulder at his younger brother.

“Ron? Go fetch Fred for me? And tell him to bring the antidote for the skin tinting potion,” he says with a smile. You release his uniform from your grip, stepping back slightly.

“Thank you.”

“No problem,” he says with a lopsided grin. You turn over your shoulder and see Ron scrambling up the stairs to the boy’s dormitory. You glance around the common room and realize how many eyes are on you before crossing your arms as if to shield yourself from their gaze. You steal a quick glance at George only to see him still looking at you with that dumb smirk on his face. You attempt to scowl at him, but now that you have been made aware of the audience you garnered, you can’t quite muster it up. You look back down at your feet, mentally scolding yourself for running out of your dorm before you thought to change your clothes. If the scene you had just made wasn’t embarrassing enough, you were wearing an old tshirt for a muggle boyband and slippers shaped like rabbits. You wanted the floor to swallow you whole.

After what felt like hours but was likely only a few minutes Ron returned with another red head at his side.

“What is it George,” Fred asks, clearly still half asleep. George turns his gaze away from you and turns to his twin.

“Did you bring the antidote?” He asks. Fred rolls his eyes before producing it from the pocket of his robes.

“Yes George. Why do you need it?” he asks. George gestures to you before saying, “This young lady right here threatened to castrate me if I didn’t find her a cure.” Fred turns to look at you, seemingly just noticing your presence, before beginning to laugh. If your face could turn any pinker you were sure that it would.

“Oh Merlin I can’t believe that really worked!” Fred exclaims. “I really had my doubts about this potion but clearly I was wrong,” he says proudly. You flare your nostrils in annoyance.

“Weasley,” you say. “Can you please just hand over the antidote?” Fred taps his chin for a moment, as if in deep thought.

“I’m not sure. It’s against our company policy. After all we were paid good money for you to look like that,” he answers. You feel your expression shift into a glare before turning to look at George.

“George, you told me I would be getting the antidote,” you say.

“Hey, I never promised anything,” he says with his hands held out in front of him. You scowl at him.

“Do I need to remind you of the conversation we had a few minutes ago?” you ask. With that, George turns towards his brother with a smile.

“Fred, if my balls are in this much trouble I think we ought to give her the cure,” he states, crossing his arms. Fred gives him an incredulous look.

“George what are you-” Fred begins.

“Come on mate just give her the antidote,” George says, cutting off his brother. The twins stare at eachother for a second, appearing to have a silent conversation. Fred eventually sighs and gives you the bottle.

“Congratulations, you’ve become the first exception to our ‘no antidote’ rule. I hope you enjoy your day pink free,” he says in a slightly sarcastic tone. You smile triumphantly before grabbing the bottle.

“Thank you very much,” you reply as you examine the potion in your hand. You quickly look back up at the twins. You nod at them before turning around and making your escape towards the portrait hole. The other Gryffindors avert their eyes and pretend that they hadn’t been listening in on the whole conversation while the twins stare after you. After the portrait hole closes behind you Fred turns to face his brother.

“What the hell was that?” he asks. George continues to stare at the portrait whole, almost like he was in a daze.

“Huh?”

“I can’t believe you gave her the antidote! We had an agreement and that kid payed us for the potion so you can’t just go around curing people for free! What if hat kid wants a refund now or-”

“Freddie?” George says, interrupting his brother’s rant. Fred lets out an exasperated sigh.

“Yes Geroge?”

“I think I may have just fallen in love."

[stormyoceans]

[VICE VERSA episode 2 parts 1&2]

“It’s the same as hitting on someone, keep pushing and pushing” You, stop talking right now

Ah yes the shooting arrows scene, amazing

Talay last time you two spoke he told you he hates you, what makes you think antagonising him on his archery skills is gonna make that any better

“Move, I need space.” Tun: “oh I’ll move. Very very far away”

Looove that Ohm goes back to being Sea as soon as Tun’s left

And when he talks to Tun he’s Ohm again

THE HALF-HEARTED PICTURE-TAKING

Given that the whole “Tess dated a girl Tun liked” thing isn’t even true where the hell did people get that idea, especially since marriage is equal in this universe and so I assume/hope people are more accepting

“I’m a screenwriter, I have to believe in anything” Not sure how that works

Crying at how Talay’s wearing a different outfit everytime he talks to Tun in this episode, as if it’s the fault of the clothing

YEAH SO THAT SCRIPT BELONGED TO HIM /AND/ HIS FRIENDS AND HE JUST LEFT IT ON THE FLOOR (I assume they have digital copies but still)

W h a t is the music playing as Talay puts an arm around Tun’s shoulders

The half-hearted hand tap ;;

“Take that stupidity to your grave” I’ve always loved that line, it’s so fucking good

“Can you make the light pinker?” THIS GUY GETS IT

Talay @ the pink light: >:( 

“The reason I broke up with you. The truth is…” I’m a lesbian

Also I get it now, people believe the “stealing Tun’s crush” story because Tess is a piece of shit

Ah yes the first instance of drunk!Talay blurting out universe-swapping stuff

Can’t believe I was such a dumb-dumb the first time watching and didn’t realise Tun was now Puen basically until Jimmy appeared on-screen

Gorgeous transition though

They love the on-key singing too so WHAT’S THE DEAL HERE, THIS IS MAKING ME UNREASONABLY ANGRY

“He loved that cat more than his life apparently” Tbh same and that’s not even a joke, I have three cats and I love cats to death and I’d sooner end up in the hospital than run one over

Puen: “what are you talking about?” *tries to act cool by drowning his anxiety in a drink*

Puen died in a car accident, almost hit a cat, and later in the show gets caught drunk driving, this guy should not be allowed behind the wheel

Puen I get that you won’t tell him your name now but you’ll tell him eventually right? …. RIGHT??

Talay acting so all-knowing about the situation all of a sudden, these dorks are both trying too hard to look cool

“Whom should I go to?” “Me” Puen: *d-doki*

Those cups couldn’t be any emptier if they tried

Okay but what if he HAD been naked under there Talay

Kdfjksdl the drunk kissing scene is so fecking cute, one of my fave scenes tbh

I’m glad Talay didn’t use tongue because his breath must stink like hell

TAKE THOSE SHOES OFF OR I’LL THROW THEM AT YOUR FUCKING HEAD

“Me hurting you sounds more like it” At least ASK if he’s into that, god

“Why did you mention it in the first place?” BECAUSE HE WAS WORRIED ABOUT HAVING HURT YOU WHILE HAMMERED, YOU’RE THE ONE WHO MADE IT ABOUT SEX

Those bread cone thingies look delicious ngl

So I loved this from the get-go but I still love that Talay guesses “Rose” and neither of them comments how that’s “weird” because it’s a girl’s name

“Don’t you know the quote from that movie?” Puen: hang on I gotta be as extra about my answer as possible

AI’DANG! AI’DANG, AI’DANG, AI’DANG <3

Is… is the cone in his mouth a metaphor for…….

“Tess didn’t go easy on the car” It looked fine to me when you tried to give Tun a lift

Oh my goddddd I love this girl, I don’t know if she’s a cameo but I’m in love with her energy

Also she’s you when Puen starts kissing Talay asljdfkldd

talay showing up in front of tun with a new outfit every time: that will throw him off his rhythm STREET SMARTS!!!!!!!

yeah the reason why everyone believed that tess dated a girl tun liked is because the asshole actually went around BRAGGING about stealing her from tun to all his friends. that alone already tells me everything i need to know about tess but somehow he's gonna get even worse, if you can believe it. also i know love is blind and all that but tun.... my dude....... you can do SO MUCH BETTER

[ENTER PUEN] [EXIT MY SANITY] LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

im gonna take a moment to lose my mind over the lyrics of the song puen decides to sing because "DID IT ACTUALLY HAPPEN OR AM I DREAMING/US MEETING EACH OTHER IN THIS WORLD/DON'T KNOW HOW TO PUT IT/BUT WITH ALL MY HEART I BELIEVE THIS IS/A MIRACLE THAT WE MET/IT'S A MIRACLE THAT I LOVE YOU/IT'S THE GREATEST MIRACLE I'VE EVER WITNESSED/OH YOU ARE THE MIRACLE" [FROTHING AT THE MOUTH CLAWING AT THE WALLS GOING RABID] literally the most puentalay song to ever exist they're gonna play it at their wedding and slow dance to it and puen still hums it to talay from time to time when he can't believe he actually gets to spend the rest of his life with talay

DRUNK KISS MY BELOVED!!!!!!!!!!! GOD I TRULY ADORE THAT SCENE SO MUCH. i still can't believe talay really tried true love's kiss as a way to bring them back to their universe sfjksgdj he is such an endearing and dramatic drunk!!!! i really wish we could have had at least one more scene with talay being drunk around puen because talay is usually very self-conscious and tends to keep everything to himself, but when he's drunk he's just so openly affectionate and honest!!!!!! i know he would cling to puen the entire time and tell puen all kinds of things he'd be to embarrassed to say while sober and puen would be SO FOND!!!!!! anyway, back to the kiss, i know we all laugh at puen's expressions during that scene, but i love how realistic his reaction is!!!! also episode 2 and 3 are so important to me because you can literally pinpoint every single moment that makes puen fall in love with talay and this is such an important one for both of them!!!!!

“Me hurting you sounds more like it” At least ASK if he’s into that, god <<<<< IM NOT SPEAKING I REFUSE TO SPEAK

Is… is the cone in his mouth a metaphor for……. <<<<< 😏😏😏👀👀👀🤭🤭🤭 (apparently im 12 sfjksgdksg)

Also she’s you when Puen starts kissing Talay asljdfkldd

WE'RE BOTH SQUEALING WITH DELIGHT KICKING OUR FEET COVERING OUR FACE BLUSHING SHE'S JUST LIKE ME FR (also yeah, she's sadly just a cameo but i really like her as an actress i'd love to see her in a GL)

ending this by saying that im forever mourning THIS archery scene from the mock trailer that didn't make it into the actual show:

LOOK AT THE CHEMISTRY THE FLAVOR THE SERVE BRING HER BACK

[villainship]

[& We Won't Always Be So Lucky, But We Were Once]

Young Zahied, recovering from being injured in the field, has very bad new memories but a very good husband at his side. (Follows after the scenes in these doodles)

This is possibly the longest fic I've shared here.

I. . . I told myself I'd write a cute scene of the domestic couple dynamics between him & his husband, w/ fish-kissing. In spite of that goal, it immediately veered SUPER dark before I got it turned around.

GENERAL Content Warning: very bad memories = flashback to overly realistic violence in the intro of the fic. (Specific content warning under the read-more)

- Specific content warnings - Violence: grievous facial injury from the firsthand perspective, with secondhand, traumatized-military-person perspective of other soldiers' nearby deaths (and the bad-brain time of ensuing, unmanaged survivor's guilt). It’s not that gory, but again: the mood is Dark. Shipping intimacy: yes there IS kissing & mush in the same story. Shirts are off before 'fade to black' at the end, with explicit follow-up 100% implied—but nothing more. Giving them -some- privacy. Lol

ANYWAY...!

What a life he had, barely 30 yrs old (if even. My timelines are indistinct; he might be under 30).

---

It’d been three weeks since the ambush that had him sent home from the front.

Three weeks since a separatist grenade had been lobbed into that small, grey building the Republic used as a watchpost. The spray of plasma and superheated shrapnel in an enclosed space was more than a match for the average, light-duty armor of three guards.

His colleagues who took the brunt of the blast hadn’t survived: neither the woman at the door, who tried to call for them to take cover, nor the man in the chair next to his. He, like Zahied, had removed his helmet for their meal break.

Zahied was the lucky one.

His ears still rang sometimes, and occasionally his right eye showed strobing spots in his vision. White pulses and persistent shadows. His reflex to raise his arm may have helped him keep from being blinded altogether. The body of the other soldier at the table had also sheltered him from some of the heat and debris of the blast.

At the time, he had only known the panic of liquid fire coating the side of his face. His arm was smoking—burning. The soldiers with him: both were burning. One moving along the floor, the other collapsed—barely twitching. Bleeding out. The floor was burning.

Blasters fired from the street. Body halfway out the door, the crawling soldier finally lay still. Zahied didn’t recall his own escape as clearly as he remembered her bolt-scorched helmet and the outline of that doorway. 

He knew he had staggered to the back room; he shut the door between him and the flames. Already they had faded from piercing blue to molten yellow. Every surface fuel had touched, the sizzling and sparking tested for something to feed on. The smoke had the smell of a battlefield: chemical fumes and the burning dead.

He had put out the fire on his arm with his bare hand, apparently. His palm was blistered and bloodied. He didn’t chance the back door (in his mind’s eye was a helmet, and the echo of a gunshot).

It wasn’t long—it hadn’t felt like enough time to think of what else to do—before he heard the sounds of a skirmish flowing in the other direction, replaced by voices shouting in concern. He answered. Geared-up troopers rushed inside, getting him clear of the building before they brought in fire extinguishers.

He had walked himself to medical. There was nothing wrong with his legs. Nothing badly wrong with him, overall—though the injuries had looked messy, on the... face... of it.

It didn’t feel fair to feel sorry for himself, when he’d survived. But he remembered thinking about the photos from his wedding. It was good they made time to get married before this happened.

Half his face still looked like it’d been turned inside-out; the color and texture of someone’s guts, much pinker and paler than his cheek should be. It was healing fine. The bandages were mostly gone. That was why he, and everyone else, could have a good look at the raw, ragged patches that were still too glossy and surrounded by uncomfortable swelling.

He’d started taking less painkillers. That’s why he was awake now. 

Lying on the pullout bed in the living room, reflecting on all that led here. Wondering, again, what the rest of his unit had been dealing with while he had been in the care of med droids and his anxious husband.

He smiled a little to think of Nathuur, who had heard the news ahead yet still turned weepy-eyed the instant he caught sight of him swathed in bandages at the hospital. They had both cried, of course. It was a grim cause for a reunion, and there’d been a lot of emotions to process.

Those kept him awake, too.

He was full of relief to be home: to be with his husband, to be safe, to be alive and (relatively) healthy. He was guilty to be home. To be safe. 

Alive and well—far from the dangers that had marked him.

This didn’t feel like the place he should be. He wasn’t badly injured. It was fortunate, but it made a bad excuse for three weeks of rest. 

The separatist attacks had been growing more frequent and aggressive before the one he was caught up in. What about now? No one could offer much of an update. He had a holo-call or a note here and there, wishing him well—(there was a potted plant from the Gunner girlfriends sitting on the windowsill; they’d been guests at the wedding, not so long ago)—but of course security concerns limited the details. 

Besides: no one wanted to see him preoccupied about work. Not-knowing might not do much to stop him from worrying, but they must have hoped it would help. He didn’t fault them for trying.

“You’re awake, Lover-guy?” A familiar voice, muffled-sounding, with a bit of a rasp and a distinctive squeaky pitch, spoke quietly out of the dark. 

Nathuur.

It was impressive that he hadn’t heard his selkath husband coming down the hall. His feet were huge, his legs weren’t long, and the massive, fluffy slippers he wore around the house never did much to make him quieter. 

Either being hit by an explosive did more damage to his hearing than he knew, or Zahied must have been very lost in his thoughts.

He could hardly make out the shape of his husband’s silhouette (the pattern of glow-in-the-dark spaceships and planet designs on his pyjamas gave a hint), but he knew Nath’s vision was better. He’d see the in-house patient sit up against the back of the couch, adjusting in his bedcovers. 

He might be able to see Zahied’s half-smile. “I’m awake. Why are /you/ up?”

“Snacks.” The shuffle of comfy slippers approached his bedside first, instead of carrying on to their kitchen. “I get hungry with a baby on the way.”

Zahied laughed readily, no matter how many times Nathuur made fun of stereotypes of ‘the human experience’. “You’re going to miss messing with people about that when it hatches.”

“I really am...” He sounded like he was smiling, too, as he sat himself on the edge of the mattress, then left his slippers behind to pull his feet up. “The faces people make when they’re thinking really hard about questions they know they shouldn’t ask—Ha.”

As Nathuur shifted closer to him, Zahied made space for them to be side-by-side, moving carefully into position to put an arm around his shoulders and pull him into an embrace. “You’ll find something else to short-circuit them.”

Nath, conspiratorial in his chuckling, gently bumped Zahied’s chin with the dome of his head. “Can you believe we could turn into parents any day now?”

Short, thick arms wrapped around his torso, but the pressure in Zahied’s chest felt like it was coming from something else.

He hated the idea of crying again, just now. To avoid it, he’d have to start thinking of something other than his emotions about being reunited like this: holding his favourite person in this galaxy again. Being held.

Thinking of the near arrival of their firstborn wasn’t /less/ likely to make him well-up in tears, but at least there was elation and excitement he could focus on. Some nervousness.

Instead of turning his face to Nathuur in the dark, he stared towards the window to his right, where light from the street filtered in as soft yellow lines at the edges of the frame and between the shutters. “I can’t believe it.” He patted his hand on Nath’s shoulder. “No one else will, either, when they see me taking a baby selkath on a walk.”

“That would be close-minded of them.” Nathuur laughed again.

Zahied smiled again, making his beard and mustache feel crooked while he was avoiding too much movement on the scabby, pock-marked side of his face.

They could feel each other breathing. He got the impression Nathuur might be listening to the beat of his heart. And then his husband drew away enough to look him over again.

“Zahied—”

He heard the start of a question, but it was too much to resist kissing him on the flat of his nose, amid the patches and flecks of color that became a larger, bolder pattern further up his forehead.

Nathuur’s nose wrinkled (...which was also adorable), but the twitching of his whiskers suggested he was still smiling.

“—ah. You know that tickles.”

“I’m sure it does.”

He couldn’t help but laugh longer when his husband’s reprisal was to nose under his ear, taking nibbling bites at the side of his neck. It was a successful tactic to make Zahied squirm. “What were you going to ask—?”

Nathuur set his chin to rest on his human spouse’s shoulder, stuck with a face full of his loose, long hair. Not bothered by it, apparently.

“Do you really want to go back?”

They both knew the answer. They’d been over the question many times—though he never resented that Nathuur would ask again. There had been times his dedication wavered. This was one of them.

“Yes,” he said, nonetheless.

“OK.”

Nathuur never resented the cause he’d chosen. When they met, he was already a soldier of the Senate: trying to protect the peace and the people of the Republic. 

Zahied had never needed enthusiasm or support for his career from the kind and gentle-hearted man he loved—the acknowledgement of the choice was enough. 

And his acceptance: Nathuur didn’t look for an apology when the answer hadn’t changed.

What he DID look for was a nuzzle against Zahied’s face (thankfully there was still one side safe to rub against), which was accompanied by the quiet, trilling sound of Nathuur consoling him (or himself...).

Those kind of noises always sounded not-quite-right out of water. It was usually the selkath who had to make accommodations in their inter-species partnership, favoring the one who couldn’t survive an airless environment.  Zahied just had to compromise with humid conditions in shared accommodations—which was why he had to sleep on the guest bed while his skin was healing: it was too damp in their room.

“I’ll miss you,” the soldier admitted, which was something they also knew.

“It’ll freak me out if you get hurt again.” Nathuur met his hand to hold it, looking him in the eye again. His attitude had the sadness, and the relief, of seeing him go through something bad which could’ve been much worse. “—I love you.”

“Same here.” Zahied squeezed the hand in his. For the sake of stroking the top of Nathuur’s glossy-soft head, he lifted his right arm. The motion still brought twinges of pain where he felt thin skin and new scar tissue stretched too tight—but with Nath smiling at him like that, it was easy to tune out anything else. 

Zahied mirrored the warmth in his expression, returning a softer smile.

Those were his truths: he loved him—he’d miss him—he needed to go back.

If he couldn’t always be with him, at least they had each other now.

He kissed Nathuur again lightly—this time on the ridge of his brow. One finger of his right hand followed the same line above his eye, then skimmed down to the tendril twitching again on the left side of that teal-toned face.

“Are you still hungry—?”

Nathuur raised his eyes again, which had just started to get sleepy-looking a moment ago. He caught Zahied’s slow tone, and he recognized the coaxing of the finger and thumb teasing his whisker.

“I’ll put it off.”

Nathuur palmed his chest, with Zahied laughing faintly. He made the hasty motions to unbutton his own baggy, well-worn sleep shirt, welcoming familiar hands: long-fingered and extremely strong; unfailingly gentle.

He could immediately get lost in having Nathuur’s hands move over his skin, but before he did he wanted to stroke his own fingers against the bony ridge at the back of his husband’s head, watching him slowly close his eyes. He drew the touch forward after that, running fingertips toward the front of Nathuur’s throat, then underneath his jaw while he kissed him on the mouth. “—This is the medicine I needed: cute face to kiss.”

“I’m here to help.” Nathuur struck a coy pose with a tilt of his head, then re-examined Zahied while he copied the gesture of petting at his neck. “YOUR face is a mess, but it's still sexy. Maybe more sexy. You look like you fought a huge, ferocious squid or something.”

“Hell—is that what they’re into on Manaan? I need to read more selkath romance novels.”

“Who ISN’T kinda weak for the brave warrior type?”

“Oh?”

“—haha, I got you blushing.”

Nathuur was right, whether he could actually /see/ the flush of Zahied’s face or if he was only guessing. “I’m personally more attracted to the friendly, charismatic kind of guy,” he argued, “And great Dad material, you know? The ones who take care of people.”

The subject of his flattery was probably not blushing, though he enjoyed it. Nathuur started playing with Zahied’s hair between his fingers, chuckling at his comeback—and at the way he shivered. “A homebody? Sounds boring.”

“Not when they take you to bed,” Zahied sighed, letting his eyes fall closed. “They really know how to—Mm!”

Nathuur, with another laugh—more like a giggle—had begun to drag him insistently down the bed. When he had him flat on his back again, his chosen ‘homebody’ descended to more nibbling and teasing, flicking licks of his tongue up and across Zahied’s neck and throat, then at his upper lip.

A little breathless, his next plea came as a soft moan. Wordless anticipation. The awareness of everything he had missed about being back in loving arms, and how desperate his desire was now that they finally had a chance to engage in long-delayed intimacy.

Nathuur found his left hand and nipped gently at his fingertips, then brought Zahied’s inner wrist to his mouth for kissing, cupping the human’s shorter, five-fingered hand between his palms: big and smooth.

In turn, Zahied kissed the knuckle of Nathuur’s middle finger (the only one between thumb and 'pinky'). He smiled again, flush-faced. “Lick anything except the side of my face or this other arm, along here, and I think we’re good.”

“Anything and everything?” Nathuur teased, eyes raised to his face before skimming over the rest of him.

Zahied stretched out playfully, making another breathless sound as they exchanged a grin. “Whatever you want. All yours.”

He felt Nath’s hand move to lay on the top of his head, and felt as the tip of his tongue delicately touched to the bridge of his nose. A very light, slightly clumsy kiss found approximately the same spot.

There was a bandage there, but Zahied didn’t feel the cut underneath it enough to flinch, not even with selkath mouth-shape-related awkwardness as a hazard. He was too full of warmth, preoccupied with Nathuur’s presence: his husband’s hip warm against his side, his chest over Zahied’s. Those goofy, soft-feeling pyjamas meeting his bare skin where Nath leaned close. He snuck his fingers to the edge of the shirt and started to unbutton from the bottom up.

Nathuur sat back to let him, beaming down at him. 

Zahied lowered his eyes, shyly dodging his gaze. “How’d I get lucky enough to have you,” he murmured, unavoidably aware of how close they had come to never having had this moment—to him never making it back to the family they would have together, soon.

“Haha. Yeah, the love lottery.”

He cracked a grin that did hurt the still-healing side of his face.

Nathuur stroked fingertips at his forehead, feeling through the hair at the edges of his hairline, looking proud of himself.

“That’s one way to make it sound cheesy as hell.” Zahied finished freeing the last button, petting down the loose fabric at Nathuur’s chest once more before letting him wiggle his shoulders free.

“OK—“ Holding the shirt over an arm, Nathuur climbed down from Zahied’s temporary bed. “If you’re thinking like I’m thinking, you should probably come with me.”

“But I was so warm here, and so /dry/,” he protested insincerely, teasing Nathuur while eagerly moving to follow him at the same time.

“You’re gonna need a whole shower anyway, with what I’ve got in mind.”

“Oh—the licking.”

Nath’s laughter led toward the hall, where he flicked the light switch to help them both find their way. “Well, yeah. And lube. You’ve got nothing below the waist that’s bandaged-up, so...”

Excitement hit like a buzz at the base of his neck, flooding warmth to his face. Now he was sure that Nathuur could have seen him blush, even if his complexion camouflaged it, and—as he realized in a passing thought—even if his right cheek was going to be red all over for a while, until it fully healed.

He finished taking his own shirt off carefully: the unhurt side first, then the patched one.

When they reached the door of the bedroom Nathuur turned and opened his arms to Zahied, who leaned into them and met his shorter husband for a hug that would let him rest his head against his heart again. 

Nathuur tilted his face up to bump his nose softly at Zahied’s bearded chin like a prompt.

Zahied answered with a small, fond laugh, and by running his hand along Nathuur’s shoulder to the central ridge along the back of his neck. 

In the area beneath the base of his skull and his jaw, the skin of a selkath was a texture unlike a human’s: it was finely wrinkled, loose and thin—and sensitive to being stroked gently.

While Nath relaxed, leaning his weight into the hug, Zahied’s other hand sought the button by the door, opening the hatch to the climate-controlled space of their room. “You’re right. Should be worth it.”

[baalsvision]

hello sorry if you’ve already done something like this but can you do a venti x reader platonic picnic date, he/they pronouns

hello!! don’t apologise, i haven’t actually!! tysm for requesting, i had a lot of fun with this :D i hope this is all right aaa

warnings: mentions of death, (jokingly) mentions of murder, mentions of alcohol.

genre: platonic, comfort/fluff

gender/pronouns: gender not specified (he/they pronouns used)

in which venti surprises his friend with a picnic date

“WHAT EXACTLY ARE you up to?” you questioned out loud, tripping over what you assumed was another rock. venti’s grip on your hand tightened. he giggled, “that’s a surprise! one which you will soon see with your own eyes~” you rolled your eyes at his poetic verse and continued to let venti blindly lead you. “if you aren’t more careful with leading me, i may not have eyes by the time we get there.”

currently, a blindfold masked your face. you could not see a single thing — the only thing guiding you was venti, who merrily pulled you along, often causing you to stumble or trip over your own feet. venti, of course, only laughed at your surprised responses every time you felt your feet leave the ground, however he made sure not to let you get hurt.

suddenly, you felt the terrain change. the flat surface you walked upon had became an uphill. “venti?” you called out, “yes (name)?”

“you aren’t going to throw me off a cliff, are you?” venti let out a laugh, “ehe~ nope! bold of you to assume i’d murder you in broad daylight!” your eyebrows furrowed, a teasing frown making its way onto your face. “what are you implying, john keats ripoff?” you could hear the pout making its way onto his face. “what are you implying, john keats ripoff?!” he echoed, mocking your tone. you raised your eyebrows, amused. “well that wasn’t childish at all.” venti snorted.

he continued to pull you along and up whatever hill you were on, entertaining you with his banter all along the way. “do you think diluc sleeps with the lights on?” he’d speak out, not even waiting for you to answer before he continued speaking — answering his own questions.

eventually, you felt the uphill ease into a more gentle slope. venti stopped. “are we at my pre-murder crime scene yet?” venti playfully hit your shoulder. you chuckled. “yes, we are here, my dear~!” he cheered out, reaching for your blindfold. “call me that again and i’ll tell diluc about the wine you stole.” venti paused dramatically, “maybe i will push you off the-“ “i was kidding!”

with a final chuckle, venti removed your blindfold. the sudden light caused you to wince, shutting your eyes. you slowly blinked, easing the world around you back into your vision. you gasped, surprised by the scene around you.

you were on starsnatch cliff — a picnic blanket was sprawled across the grass, a small picnic basket and some wine (which venti stole most likely) accompanying it. venti spun around before striking a small pose, “tada~! wha’dya think?” you looked over at him surprised, “this is… for me?” venti stared at you. “no. it’s for the hilichurls.” you snorted at his sarcasm. “of course it’s for you! c’mon, sit down! i spent so long getting these snacks.. don’t even get me started on the wine.”

you both sat down; overlooking the land below the cliff, staring off into the ocean. the sun was slowly dropping below the horizon — radiating a pinker shine. the both of you sat and joked, talking about how things had been. “can you pass me a sandwich?” you spoke, interrupting venti’s humorous speech of how he believes kaeya to be some secret agent from a foreign land — which of course, made zero sense. he passed you a sandwich, poured himself some wine and went right back to laughing at his own jokes, occasionally pausing to listen to you whenever you wanted to speak.

after a while, a comfortable silence engulfed the both of you as you watched the sun disappear over the horizon, the sky starting to swirl with amethysts and violets — being lit up by the stars.

“venti.. why did you do this?” you questioned, looking over at him. he continued to stare at where the sun had set, a look in his eyes you could not decipher.

“well, a certain friend of mine was seemingly overworking himself, so i only decided i’d treat them to a picnic is all!” he smiled, looking back over at you. there was a look in his eyes. you knew there was more to it than that.

“that’s all..? i mean, i’m grateful. thank you, really,” you turned to stare up at the stars. “but you know i’m here if you need to talk, right?”

a silence once again overtook the both of you. you heard venti shuffle in his space — fidgeting with the edges of his corset. you did not push him to continue and instead waited. you knew he would speak if he felt comfortable.

“..you remind me of him,” venti started.

your eyes widened. venti had spoken to you about his past friend before, but not once had he ever spoken about the two of you being similar. “maybe when i saw you stressed.. i just felt that i could help. i couldn’t help him then, but i could help you now.” a sad smile engulfed his face.

“i know you aren’t him,” he breathed, “but i find solace in knowing that you have my back the same way he did — and this time, i’m strong enough to do the same.”

you sat, processing what venti had just shared with you. you could tell he was hesitant to hear your answer — that he was afraid that he didn’t see you as a separate person from his deceased friend. “thank you for sharing with me,” you breathed out, reaching your arm out and hooking it around his shoulder. “you’re my best friend. it means a lot that you shared that with me.” venti looked at you, a bit shocked by your sudden sincerity.

“i’m not going anywhere, okay? — i’ll never leave you.” you spoke, holding a gentle gaze. venti processed, then nodded. “okay. me too.” you grinned, “plus, you still have to execute that spectacular murder plot!” you teased. venti elbowed you gently, smugly grinning. “if you keep bringing that up, maybe i will execute it.”

“i am trying to lighten the mood here, rupi kaur.” venti chuckled. “i still have no idea who these people you’re referencing are — and i’ve lived longer than hundred times your lifespan!”

“i bet you’re still a baby in archon years!” you teased, sending venti into a descriptive humorous rant about his age. he stopped though, once he saw the softened look on your face as you gazed at him. you looked back towards the sky.

“hey ven?”

“yeah?”

“thanks.”

© baalsvision — all rights reserved ; do not upload my writing anywhere else.

notes ; i loved writing this !! it was super fun.. i hope this lived up to ur expectations anon.. i’m not sure if i characterised venti okay but i hope i did !!

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Can’t wait to read more from you ♡

hey anon, thank you! so this ask came in around the time i was going to post the shotgunning scene, but i saved it until i had another snippet to post. and it took a little while, i was stuck on what to choose but this morning i remembered this little scene (not that little, but i cut it down as much as possible) and wanted to share it, just like the last one it's not really edited but i really like it so enjoy <3

David sighed and settled Matteo against his chest. He was tired, he was aching and all his muscles were hurting. He squeezed Matteo again. His horrible boyfriend was giving him no sympathy. Said he'd brought it on himself with all the dumb sports he insisted on doing. Still, he came to watch every practice, every game. David loved football, he'd been so keen to join and get back into it, but he would admit half the fun was showing off, seeing how impressed Matteo was every time. Matteo didn't give a shit about football, but he would watch David play for hours.

He shuffled now where he lay against David's chest, pulling back and leaning over him.

"Ok?"

"Bit achy, should've stretched more I suppose," he said.

He was pretty bad at that, too keen to get home and collapse in bed with Matteo. All he'd wanted to do was laze away the afternoon. It had been a long week, he wasn't just tired from football. After a lot of nagging from his mum, Laura, and yes from Matteo, he'd finally tried to knuckle down a bit, get back on track. Matteo had helped, but he sure was a pushy tutor. David was secretly impressed, he'd tagged along to watch him tutoring in German with Hanna. He was so good at it, somehow fun and yet a little stern when he needed to be, keeping everyone's focus on him as he went through grammar rules and vocabulary. Even David couldn't distract him. No, Matteo had sat him down at a table and made him practice his conversational German with the other students.

But he was back on track, his grades were up and his mum was happy and no longer threatening to send him back to his old school.

"I've been thinking," Matteo said, sitting up and yawning.

He pulled David up and started trying to stretch out his arms, trying to help ease the aches. David rolled his eyes but didn't stop him.

"Thinking what?"

"Jonas and Hanna are going away to some romantic cabin in a few weeks," Matteo told him, moving down to David's legs and repeating the stretches.

It did feel good, especially when he started kneading at the muscles. Who needed a sports massage, when he had Matteo?

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, and I thought we could tag along."

"As what third wheels?"

"No. I mean yeah technically, but we'd mostly ignore them, do our own thing, you know? Like a little holiday together. It'd be romantic," Matteo explained.

"Oh but..."

"Yeah," Matteo whispered, smiling nervously.

David blushed as he realised what Matteo meant, what he had planned. He stared up at him and returned that nervous smile. He was nervous, but he wasn't scared. Nothing about Matteo scared him, there was no need to be afraid, not with him. It was just them, everything was always good with them.

"I'll bring the condoms then," David said finally.

That broke the nervous tension and Matteo started to laugh. David joined him.

"What?" Matteo asked, letting David pull him back down for a cuddle.

That was how David knew they were ok, because they could always laugh about this stuff. It was silly, it was awkward, but if they could laugh about it they would be fine.

"My dad made me buy them, after our safe sex chat," David said, grinning.

"Why?"

"Safe sex," David said.

"No, why did he make you buy them?"

"Prove I was mature I think," David said, that was what he'd figured anyway.

"You use the self checkout?"

"Yep," David admitted, grinning and pressing a kiss to Matteo's cheek.

"I bought some online," Matteo said, giggling.

"We are winning at this mature thing," David said, high-fiving him.

"We should talk about it though, now not then," Matteo said.

David nodded. He was right, that would be the mature thing to do, so he pushed Matteo off him and they laid down next to each other. David pulled the blankets up over them.

"Ok?"

"Yeah," Matteo whispered, snuggling closer.

"So... is it awkward? This?"

"No, not really. It's just is isn't it?"

"Yeah, it's just us," David agreed.

It was them and it would be perfect, no matter how awkward it was. No matter how clumsy or bad they were at it. It was just them and it would be perfect. David pulled Matteo against his chest, running his fingers through his hair.

"So you know how I'm different?"

Matteo shrugged.

"You're allowed, you know me better than anyone, you know more about me than anyone.”

"I know, I know how you're different," Matteo admitted, blushing a little.

"And that's ok?"

"Yeah," Matteo said, nodding enthusiastically.

David knew he was sincere. Knew the differences in his body didn't temper his desire one bit. Matteo wanted him, that much was clear. It was written all over his face. He wanted him. David flushed even redder, but he held Matteo's gaze. Then he sat up and pulled off his shirt.

"Take yours off," he demanded, shuffling out of his football shorts.

Matteo frowned, but did as he said, stripping down to his boxers, then shuffling closer as he started to shiver. He stared at David, taking him in. Right now, even in his binder he felt no different from Matteo. They'd done this before, many times now, and it always made David feel so good in himself. He never felt strange or weird. He just felt comfortable. He was pretty sure being intimate with Matteo would make him feel even more comfortable.

Matteo ran his fingers over the hem of David's binder, tugging slightly and frowning.

"You ever think of mixing it up?" he asked.

"Huh?"

"It's always black with you," Matteo said fondly. "I was looking for your birthday last month, saw some cool spacey ones but I chickened out, thought you'd be annoyed."

"They're not clothes Matteo," David said patiently, he wouldn't have been annoyed, he wasn't sure how he would've reacted if he was honest.

"No I know. But... even if no one sees, isn't it nice to have something a bit cool?"

"Is that what these are?" David teased, pinging the waistband of Matteo's bright green boxers. They had a white flower print. A lot bolder than the clothes Matteo wore, reminiscent of the brightly printed shirts he kept hidden away in his wardrobe.

"I just like colours, they're fun," he said shrugging.

They were fun. David just smiled at him. He continued to rub his thumb over Matteo's waistband, making him shiver.

"I get to see them," Matteo said, reaching out to touch.

"It's not underwear," David reiterated.

"I do know that, but... you have to wear it, so why shouldn't you get to feel sexy?" Matteo reasoned.

David just smiled.

"Space is sexy?"

"Oh shut up David!"

David kissed him, loving how flustered he was getting.

"Would you think I was sexy without my binder?" he asked quietly.

"If you were comfortable, then yeah I think so, to be naked with you would be nice

"Nice?"

"Wonderful," Matteo said quietly. "It would be wonderful."

His cheeks got pinker and pinker and David blushed too.

"Ok?" David whispered, not letting go of Matteo, but not letting his hands wander any further either. Matteo was shivering but David knew it wasn't because he was cold.

Matteo just nodded.

"We don't have to do anything, at the cabin I mean. If we get there and we're not ready, we can just do this, just cuddle under the blankets.

"By the fire?"

"Yeah, that'll be nice," David said, pressing a kiss to Matteo's temple. Then he kissed him on the lips, again and again. Matteo rolled onto his back pulling David on top of him.

"I'm excited," he whispered, "nervous, but excited too."

David just kissed him, he kissed him again and again, losing himself in it, in Matteo. Matteo's hands drifted down to David's hips, holding on, and his eyes fluttered shut.

"David," he said quietly, but it wasn't a warning, it was soft and a little needy.

"Let me make you feel good," David said.

Matteo opened his eyes, they were wide, and filled with want. He stared at David and nodded. "Can I make you feel good too?"

David bit his lip and thought about it, he trusted Matteo he did. He stared down at him, at how genuinely he wanted to make him feel good. David nodded.

"Teach me," Matteo whispered.

"I will," David said, pulling Matteo close for a kiss. They would learn, together.

[guqin-and-flute]

In Your Hands--Ch. 2 [Peony to Lotus!Verse]

[Chapter 1]

[This whole fic is the second chronological installment of the Peony to Lotus!Verse]

[First Installment] [Ao3 Series]

Yanli is determined to set about evening the exchange of their gifts after she finds a little chest full of her favorite floral incense on his pillow next to her when she wakes. She would like to collect information as he does, sifting through conversation to remember errant tidbits about interests but he is as frustratingly tightlipped on the subject of himself as he ever is. Agreeable to any attempt to draw out his preferences to the point of obfuscation. “Don’t you love this color, A-Yao?” elicits a kindly, “It’s very lovely,” no matter the color in question. She thinks it might be his way of not being a bother, because he certainly isn’t doing anything intentionally. Little does he know that, in reality, it’s making things more difficult on her.

I will know you, she thinks, watching him with keen eyes as they all eat breakfast together and talk. I will give you what you want, if only I could find out what that is.

He catches her watching and tilts his head, smiling in question.

“How are your dumplings?” She asks as an excuse, gesturing. 

“Oh, very good. Would you like some more?”

This man. 

His plate holds a bit of everything on the table, including one of A-Xian’s favored spicy dishes--while it’s something, she already knows he had grown up in Yunmeng and can tolerate spice. She just doesn’t know whether he likes it or not.  

It has almost become a game, to her, if not to him--though she thinks it might be, at least a little, for she sees the flash of satisfaction in his eyes when he lets her take his arm and breathes deeply, taking in the scent of the incense she had let envelop her as she dressed that morning. “You smell wonderful,” he murmurs and she feels herself flush up her neck, even though it had been the whole point of steeping herself in it to begin with.

“Thanks to you.” When she lays her head on his shoulder--partially in thanks, partially to hide her pink cheeks--she feels him lean closer.

She wants to delight him, to see him pleased and surprised into a genuine smile. But more than anything, she truly wants to know more about him. 

There is an inkling of a clue when she buys a guan for him made of graceful silver arches that form a lotus that seems to sit upon water that is reminiscent of the hair pin he had gotten her. When she presents it to him at bedtime, he seems surprised. He lets loose a soft, “oh,” turning it this way and that in his hands. Watching him, triumphant, she slides out her own pin and twirls it next to the guan, allowing her hair to begin its tumble down. “We’ll match.”

For a moment, he simply looks between the two ornaments, one hand coming out to slide his fingertips down the beaded chain of hers. Then, he smiles at her, and it’s wide and very nearly new. “We will.” 

“You like it?”

“Of course, it’s beautiful! I will like everything that you choose to give me.”

She scrunches her nose and tweaks his cheek. “Well, that’s hardly fair! How will I know if you truly do and aren’t just pretending for my sake?”

Turning, he picks her hand up from the bed and chastely brushes his lips across her knuckles. “I will like them because you are the one who gave them, A-Li.”

And at long last, it’s something! Because she thinks it’s true. Perhaps, for him, like it is for her, it is not the usefulness, or the beauty of the thing, but the loving it was given from. She has kept the little drawings A-Xian has given her since he was young, the little carved creatures of wood and soap that A-Cheng used to whittle her (though, realistically, they are little more than blobs she was told are bears and the like. Whatever they look like, they are blobs of love.) She has them lined up on a shelf in her old room, and has brought a few over to the room shared by A-Yao. They make her smile to see because they were made for her; love in a little scene she can revisit through touch again and again. Sometimes, she simply holds them and remembers how it used to be.

This, she decides, is probably what she should focus on for A-Yao--a shelf of happy memories and the knowledge he is loved. 

So, when she is sitting in her favorite pavilion one bright and breezy morning and He Si, one of the servants, delivers a gorgeous new calligraphy set to her and informs her with a barely contained grin that her husband has sent it, Yanli sets to work. After she unpacks and marvels over shiny new things, of course. It’s all sleek and beautiful and of the highest quality.

All morning, she uses his new gift to write him notes that she spends the afternoon ferreting away into places he will find them--like in his pockets or his desk drawers or under his spare boots. Some of them are little lines of poems she cherishes, one or two are shy sketches of the butterflies that had visited and twined through the fluttering, gauzy green curtains as she wrote, and more, still, are idle little thoughts she thinks will warm him. ‘I will be pleased to see you at dinner.’ ‘Remember not to work too hard.’ ‘Have a good day.’

She even gets the joy of seeing him find one while on a walkway, tucked in between 2 delivered missives with the help of He Si’s sleight of hand. The brisk, dutiful stride to business pauses and Yanli watches his slightly bowed head as he reads, the sunlight sliding down his hair like silk. When he looks up and around, she slips behind a delicately carved pillar on impulse so that he can’t see her. Then, she peeks back around. He’s looking back down at the slip of paper in his hand, his mouth a small curl of aching fondness. This one had said, ‘thinking of you.’ Warmth spreads through her when he folds it, neatly and carefully, into his fingers and presses his knuckles to his lips, closing his eyes. It is a moment of him with no mask in sight and she would feel sheepish for intruding if it didn’t bring her such happiness just to see his own. Even after he resumes his purposeful stride and disappears indoors, she is grinning, glowing, and allows herself a moment to seek out He Si to review the heist. “Did it please him?” the girl demands, excited. “What did it say?”

“It’s a secret,” Yanli teases. “And oh yes it did.”

It continues in this manner almost daily, when his gifts allow it; he gives her a parasol and she invites him on a walk under it with her; he buys rich embroidery thread and she weaves a delicate braid for him to wear or display a pendant from. He presents her with a fine silken handkerchief that she returns only days later, embroidered and thoroughly infused with the incense he had given her, draped over his pillow. Sadly, she didn’t get to witness this discovery, but she does see him slip it from his inner pocket as he removes his outer robes, that evening. As she watches him from the bed, Yanli resists the most absurd urge to bashfully pull the covers up over her nose and asks, “You...found it, then?”

Instead of answering, he slowly sits on her side instead of his and spreads it between them on the covers with deliberate care, one side of his mouth tucked up, that dimple pressed in sweetly in the lantern-light. “A pair of mandarin ducks,” he observes, voice quiet, eyes on the handkerchief as he runs his fingertips over it.

“I stitched them myself.”

“They are masterfully done and the colors are beautiful.”

“It was the thread you gave me. I wanted....” The intentions, the symbolism gets caught on her tongue and she blushes. Husband, she has to remind herself. It’s allowed! It’s expected! A long and happy marriage is what one is supposed to want. He makes the prospect of closeness and affection all at once so mysterious and alluring, almost a forbidden thing (though the thought is a ridiculous one, she admits.) “Do you like it?”

He raises his eyes to her and they are night soft. “A-Li, may I kiss you?”

Yanli’s heart jumps to her throat in an anticipatory sort of apprehension and her hands twist in her lap. Anxious without fear; she trusts this and him. “You may.”

Though she had kissed his mouth once before, he had been still, accepting the simple press and nothing more. Now, as he leans in, his hands settle lightly on her jaw, tilting her face up to him, his lips are a sure, gentle slide over hers. It’s odd to have someone so close to her face, and it’s  warmer than she would have thought--not to mention wetter. But not bad. 

Oh no, definitely not bad. 

A-Yao kisses her with the same keen attention he gives everything else; controlled and intent. It feels as if he is slowly sampling her, sometimes the pressure feather-like and almost tickling, and other times an earnest press, inviting her along. The entirety of her skin grows hot at the realization she is being experienced and she can feel her heartbeat as if her entire chest is a drum. He makes it easy, a song that sounds vaguely familiar without completely knowing the next step. She doesn’t feel lost or stupid or silly. She feels wanted. Precious.

When he draws back, her lips are tingling--who would have thought such an ordinary part of her face could produce that much sensation? One would think she would have noticed this before!--and he is watching her carefully. His own lips are slightly pinker and without thinking, she reaches out to touch them, wonderingly. His watchfulness melts at her touch and he smiles against her fingertips--his mouth is warm, like her own when she lifts her other hand to compare. 

“That was….”

“Good?”

“Oh, it was strange but I think I liked it. I--can we try again?”

A-Yao laughs and reaches out as she eagerly shuffles forward on her knees. Yanli allows him to draw her onto his lap sideways but, this time, she reaches out and draws him down. And being the good, patient man that he is, he lets her try again and again as she wishes, moving as she does.

There is no sudden revelation or awakening as she had secretly hoped there might be with such a kiss, (how easy that would have been, if all the whispers and stories and songs had all aligned with ultimate clarity and understanding within her, if it was all at once as easy as everyone else made it seem). But it is new and oddly pleasant to simply be in his arms, closer than she has ever been before, sharing with him. He pulls away and takes her wrist, eyebrows pinched. “You’re shaking. Are you alright?”

Oh. It seems she is. It isn’t fear, but instead a sort of deep trembling that seems to originate from her core, almost like excitement or the kind of giddy terror of a friend chasing you in a game of tag. She smiles up at him. “It’s...new. I think I’m just getting used to it. You’re my first kiss.” 

Something she can’t define as positive or negative before it’s gone passes over his face and he gathers her up, burying his face in her neck, squeezing. She curls back around him, hands stroking his soft hair. “I’m so glad it’s you,” she murmurs, the ghosts of the kisses still shimmering on her lips. “You’re so sweet and kind to me. How did I get so lucky?”

Against her throat, he sucks in a deep, shaking breath before pulling back to deliver an almost perfect smile, the slight tremble in the corner of his mouth the only thing betraying whatever depth of emotion he is feeling. “Jiang-furen,” he says with playful reproach. “You simply can’t steal my lines like that. What will I be left with?”

In response, she clasps his face and leans up to rub the tips of their noses together. "Oh, you're so very clever. I'm sure you'll think of something."

[raph-and-spike]

Taking a Swim - Leo x fem!reader

request? yes/no 

I want a Story WITH LEO  It could be also nsfw. 😅🤤🤭 i'm a long friend of April and she make a Meeting between the turtles and me.Leo fall in love with me and dont know how he should tell me that.  We meet us in 4th July at first. Then its the 14.august and the turtles, April, casey and i go Swimming in a little sea... I hope you know the scenes,that i mean..  Have a good day 🤗😘 Nice wishes from germany

a/n: @tkappi I hope you don’t mind that I slightly altered it... I wanted the swimming scene to be a little more intimate ;) I’m sorry this request took so long!! Hope you like it <33 

warnings: NSFW...aka smut. Read at your own risk. For the sake of this being smut, both the reader and Leo will be 18 years old in this imagine. 

Finally, you thought to yourself with a smile of relief as you gripped the straps of your backpack on your walk home. It was summer–which meant you were free from school, free to do whatever you please for the next two and a half months. You couldn’t wait to spend everyday with your best friend, April O’Neil. The two of you had been best friends for as long as you could remember; you knew the redhead like the back of your hand. 

Though, summer didn’t end up going according to plan. Instead, you spent it calling April every morning and afternoon, asking to hang out. At first, she’d claimed that she was spending time with her aunt or hanging out with Casey. You believed her for a while, but once her excuses turned into not answering her phone, you began to get angry. It had already been the beginning of July, and the two of you had yet to hang out once! You’d had it.

Stomping on the pavement to her apartment, your mind raced with millions of different phrases you’d say to her. ‘Why haven’t you been answering my calls?’ was one. ‘Do you not like me anymore?’ was another. As you reached her apartment door, your heart raced through your chest as you brought your knuckles to the hard, painted wood. As it begun to swing open, you froze in your spot. 

“Raph, you could have just used the fire escape–”

You froze as a green figure stood in front of you, wearing an orange mask with matching nunchucks at its sides. You couldn’t move nor could you speak. You felt paralyzed.

“Uh, guys?!” It spoke. 

You looked behind it, two identical creatures standing next to April and Casey. You watched April’s eyes meet yours, her blue orbs widening in fear at your frozen figure. She wasn’t sure what to do or how to alleviate this situation. Panicking, she finally decided to pull you into her bedroom and tell you what she’d been hiding.

“We need to talk,” she stated calmly, grabbing your hand and pulling you into her apartment, leading you into her bedroom.

Once she shut her bedroom door behind you, she took a seat on her bed. You couldn’t find the ability to sit, so you stood in front of her with your arms at your sides.

“I met them at the beginning of last year. My Dad and I...” she struggled for words, “we were taken by these alien robots, called the ‘Kraang’.”

You cocked an eyebrow, obviously thinking that she was making this up.

“I know it sounds ridiculous, Y/n, but you have to listen,” she begged.

With a sigh, you sat down on the bed next to her and did as you were told. She told you everything. From when they saved her, to when her father was freed and then mutated, how she'd been trained by her turtle friends’ father–a tall rat, apparently–to be a kunoichi, to their adventures saving the city from not only mutants, but their enemy named Shredder, as well. You had no choice but to believe the redhead. After all, you’d known the girl your entire life. 

“So, that’s why you’ve been dodging my calls?” you asked, rerunning the story she’d just told you over again in your head.

She nodded sadly. “I didn’t mean to ignore you, Y/n. I’m so sorry,” she admitted guiltily. 

You put a hand on her shoulder with a small smile. “It’s okay, April...just promise me that you won’t push me away like that again? I mean, we’ve been through everything together, you can’t get rid of me now with a few mutant turtles,” you said with a laugh. 

She chuckled before pulling you into a hug.

“Actually, the turtles, Casey, and I were going to spend the rest of the summer at the farmhouse, and now since you know about them...” she trailed off before a knocking on the door interrupted her.

“Can you two, like, hurry up or somethin’? Mikey’s eatin’ all the road snacks!” a voice yelled from outside the door.

She rolled her eyes. “Coming, Raph!”

She looked at you, raising her eyebrows. 

“You wanna spend your summer with a couple of mutants at a farmhouse upstate?”

After introducing you to the turtles, and quickly bringing you to your own apartment so that you could fill a suitcase with clothes and other belongings, all seven of you sat in Mr. O’Neil’s Volkswagen bus as Casey drove to April’s farmhouse. With Mikey pestering you with questions–and a certain blue-masked turtle telling him to leave you alone–the ride went by pretty fast. 

The house was beautiful. It was incredibly secluded and quiet, which you preferred much more to the loud, packed city of New York. 

Mikey offered to cook everyday, often switching with you whenever he was busy sparring with the others, or occupied with comic books. You didn’t mind it, cooking eased your mind. You’d offer to do the dishes afterwards as well. It wasn’t until Mikey had picked up a new compelling comic series, when you’d been picking up cooking and dish-washing duty almost daily. Leo noticed this and offered to help one night. You immediately accepted his offer with a blush.

You ordered him to dry the dishes and put them away after you washed them. It was a steady, easy system between the two of you. He’d ask you questions about your interests and hobbies, and you’d ask him about his. You noticed that he didn’t seem much interested in talking about himself–he seemed rather interested in your answers instead. Talking with Leo was easy. With him, you knew he wouldn’t judge you or make you feel uncomfortable. 

He easily became closer to you than the others, always making excuses to spend time with you, and even asking you to teach him how to cook. You taught him how to make homemade pizzas, much to Mikey’s dinner request, along with some easy pasta dishes. 

One night, as you slept on the twin bed in April’s old childhood bedroom, you felt a tapping on your shoulder. You sat up, peering into the deep blue eyes that still seemed so magnetic in the darkness. 

“I want to show you something,” he whispered. 

Butterflies swarming in your stomach, you grinned.

Quietly tip-toeing down the creeky, aged wooden stairs and out the door, he gently grabbed your hand and began leading you through the grass. Once the two of you headed toward the edge of the forest, you frowned.

“Why are you taking me into the woods?” you asked, suspicion in your voice.

He stopped, a dreamy smile on his lips. “It’s going to be good, I promise.”

You chewed your lip hesitantly, causing his invisible eyebrows to knit together. 

“If I gave you one of my katanas, would you feel safer?” he asked, skillfully pulling the blade out from its sheath on his shell. 

You gladly took it, gripping the wrapped hilt as he lead you deeper into the forest. The broken twigs, rocks, and rough roots weren’t gentle on the bare soles of your feet, but your excitement and nervousness distracted you from it.

At last, a large clearing with a wide pond stared back at you, entirely lit by the large moon in the sky. Your jaw nearly dropped at the beautiful sight in front of you, tossing his katana onto the ground whilst you stared in awe. 

“I found it yesterday,” the blue-masked turtle explained briefly.

You hadn’t noticed that he was staring at you, wondering how the girl of his dreams would react to his discovery.

“Leo, it’s,” you struggled for words, “’incredible’ feels like too small of a word to describe it,” you admitted. 

He chuckled. “I know what you mean, that’s how I felt when I first saw it too... It’s–”

“Perfect,” you finished.

He gazed at you as if you were a star–no, that’s too small. He gazed at you as if you were an entire universe; he felt like a small, floating asteroid compared to you, an entire universe. How were you so perfect? How was creation able to give you such beautiful features, a personality sculpted just for him? Dissecting your mind all this time while the two of you spent so much time together made him realize just how much he’d fallen for you and how much he adored you. 

You watched him as he stared at you intently, an unreadable expression on his face.

“Leo?” you asked hesitantly.

“Can I, uhm, may I...kiss you?” he stuttered, attempting to raise his shoulders back confidently as he waited for your response.

You felt your cheeks turn crimson. With a slow nod, you moved to fill the space between the two of you, watching as he stared at you in awe. Within seconds, he pressed his lips against yours. Surprised, you nearly pulled away before melting against him, wrapping your arms around his neck and closing your eyes. He didn’t attempt to move his lips, after all, he had no experience with kissing whatsoever. You took the initiative to begin moving your lips slowly, knowing not to introduce your tongue just yet. Your lips moved gently against each other’s, and you’d never felt closer to Leo. 

Pulling away to catch your breath, you turned your head toward the pond, and back at Leo. Getting your drift, he grinned, shrugging his other katana off before jumping into the pond. You looked down at your pajamas. Deciding not to get them wet, you slowly pulled your pajama top off, revealing your bra to Leonardo. He watched from the water, cheeks pinker than you’d ever seen them before, as you began to pull down your pajama bottoms. You stood in the cool, summer night air, nearly naked, before jumping into the water with him. With a shriek at the cold temperature of the pond, you attempted to swim toward him before he moved away.

“I have sort of an...issue; we should probably keep our distance,” he admitted, his cheeks still blushing profusely. 

You cocked a brow in confusion. “What?”

He made a downward motion with his head, before it hit you. Your own cheeks flushed once more.

“Well,” you began, slowing making your way toward him, despite his warning, “we can...fix that, if you want.”

You watched as his blue orbs widened, Adam’s apple bobbing as he gulped.

“A-are you sure?” he asked, looking bewildered, shocked that someone as beautiful as you would ever want to do something like that with him. 

You nodded, closing the space between the two of you and forcing his lips against your own. This kiss was incredibly different than the first; it was needy, it was desperate, as if you couldn’t breathe without him in between your legs.

You didn’t waste time introducing your tongue, feeling him do the same as your lips danced sloppily against each other’s, begging for a release of tension. He leant down, grabbing your legs to wrap them around his waist. You easily leant into him, the water helping hold you up, as you felt his hardened length brush against your clothed core. You moaned against his lips, grinding your heat against it. Growling, he brought his hands to your bum, ripping the fabric of your panties off. You gasped, feeling his hands squeeze your bare ass and push you further against him.

With ease, due to how wet you were, he was able to slide his length into you. You groaned, feeling him fill you up.

“Is this okay? A-am I doing this right?” he asked, his voice breathy and raspy.

“Yes, Leo, move,” you begged, resting your forehead against his. 

He thrusted hard, causing you to nearly scream. He continued to thrust, every stroke going deeper and deeper until he developed a steady rhythm. His thrusts quickened as your walls began to clench, grasping onto his plastron as you felt your climax nearing.

“Leo, please,” you groaned, shoving your head into the crook of his neck, trying to muffle your moans into his skin.

He thrusted even faster, squeezing your ass against him as your hips met his movements. Your eyes squeezed shut as your climax hit you, body spasming against him as you felt his own hips still, his cock spurting inside of you. Your body fell weak against him as you felt him gently pull out. He moved his hands to your back, stroking the soft skin whilst he held you against his chest.

The two of you rested there, basking in the moonlight, warm skin pressed against each other. It was then, that Leo knew he was in love. 

[fullmetalscullyy]

Royai prompt: Are you flirting with me, Colonel?

thank u sm for the prompt!! it was so fun to delve into this even if i can’t flirt to save my life lmaooo hope u enjoy some royai banter and roy just trying to make riza smile uwu

rated: t | words: 1991 | tags: wedding, alcohol, romance, flirting

read on: ao3 | ffnet

The atmosphere in the room was electric as Roy made his way through it. The party was in full swing and the dancefloor was filled with people, dancing their cares away and having a good time.

Roy watched as Edward danced with Winry in the centre of the dancefloor. Alphonse and Mei were beside them, all four laughing together as they moved in time to the music. Havoc was trying to impress Catalina with his “moves” but they weren’t very impressive. He looked quite hopeless, unable to find the beat properly, but he was still having a good time and that was all that mattered. Catalina laughed with him though and the way she hung onto his arm told Roy that it didn’t really matter. She was impressed by him despite his awful timing with music. Fuery and Breda were deep in conversation with Falman and his wife, talking animatedly with red rosy cheeks, flushed from the alcohol and their amusement.

It was a wonderful scene to witness. It made Roy smile widely as he wandered over to where his companion was waiting for him, a glass in each hand.

Riza was sitting at the table they’d been allocated for the meal, opting to remain there and watch, pleased, as everyone had fun and celebrated Edward and Winry’s wedding.

The dress she was wearing was high backed and formed a collar around her throat. It was a pale pink colour and fell down to her ankles, swishing mesmerizingly every time she walked. It also revealed her shoes which matched the colour of the dress perfectly. The heel on them was small but it was still enough to give her an extra inch in height. On her wrist there was a silver bracelet she’d received as a gift “a long time ago”. Roy had bought her it for her birthday once. He’d been surprised to see her wearing it and Riza had just smiled warmly at him once he noticed and recognised the piece of jewellery, saying nothing more on the matter.

Taking a deep breath, Roy tried to collect himself as he approached her. She was the epitome of beauty and grace today and it was extremely distracting. But in the most wonderful of ways.

“Excuse me, Ma’am?” Roy grinned and dropped his voice as deep as he could, changing it completely.

The effect worked because Riza turned around at the surprised interruption. It was clear she didn’t recognise who it was who’d approached her. Once she realised though her shoulders fell, and she shook her head fondly at his antics.

“Is this seat taken?” He continued his charade, pleased to have gotten such a surprised reaction from her from his joke.

She rolled her eyes and said nothing. Roy did manage to catch the smile she tried to hide though once she looked away.

“A pretty lady like you shouldn’t be left sitting alone at a party such as this,” he added, speaking lowly as he handed her the wine glass in his left. “You should shoot the bastard who left you all alone. How rude of him.”

“Are you flirting with me, Colonel?” The Lieutenant lifted a disapproving eyebrow that strongly hinted that he better not be. “Well,” she smirked, “are you trying to?”

“You wound me, Hawkeye.” He clutched at his chest for dramatic effect. “So what if I am?” His reply was nonchalant as he settled into his chair and took a sip of his whisky. It went down smooth, settling inside his chest and spreading warmth across it.

“I would have to disapprove, of course.” Her tone gave nothing away so Roy tilted his head so he could get a better read on her out the corner of his eye.

“You would ‘have to’, huh?”

“Of course, sir,” she replied evenly. Her wine glass lifted to her perfectly painted lips and Roy was distracted for a moment as he watched her move. “It would be highly unprofessional, wouldn’t it?”

Roy hummed noncommittally, pulling himself out of his distracted thoughts.

“In response to your violent proposal,” she added, “lucky for you, my weapon is concealed, and I don’t intend to remove it at a friend’s wedding, sir.”

That interested Roy. He hadn’t seen a weapon anywhere on her person. But then, Roy thought dumbly, that was the whole point.

Damn this alcohol and your ability to be so easily distracted by her. Not that he really minded that last part though.

“Like you said, it’s a wedding. It’s where people show their love for one another,” he shrugged.

“By trying poor pickup lines on me? Now you’re begging me to shoot you,” she deadpanned, and Roy laughed to himself as he watched the rest of the room. “At least if I do it will keep you quiet.”

“Well, I can turn it on more if you’d like me too?” He flashed an excited smile at her.

Riza groaned in response. She pressed a hand to her face. “Please don’t.”

“So, do you come here often, Ma’am?” His voice dropped to the same deep one he’d used before as he joked with her. It resulted in a sideways glare from Riza.

“That’s another poor effort. Even from you.”

“So, it’s not working?”

She scoffed. Loudly. “Not one bit.”

He sighed dramatically. “Darn.”

“I would’ve expected better than that from the likes of you.”

“Well, I thought it was funny,” he snickered, thoroughly enjoying their banter.

“You would.” There was no real ire in her eyes, nor irritation. Just fondness as she shook her head at him.

“All right,” he relented, lifting his hands in surrender, “I’ll stop.”

“I think that would be best, sir.”

Looking over, he was worried she really was annoyed at him now, but her expression was neutral. However, there was a hint of a smile on her face and she shook her head minutely as she placed her glass back on the table.

“Your flirting is so terrible that I cannot bear to listen to it any longer,” Riza added after a beat. One corner of her mouth quirked up into a smirk as she laughed at his surprised expression. “I can’t believe you actually use those on your dates.” She was enjoying teasing him.

His jaw had gone slack and he huffed in mock indignation. “It wasn’t that bad,” he joked, pretending to be sullen.

“It was torture.”

“Hush, you,” he glared at her.

“Is that an order, sir?”

The mood of the conversation shifted. Roy refocussed his attention on Riza as he picked up her husky tone. She looked at him over the rim of her glass. Her smile was playful and her eyes were sparkling with amusement. However there was something else in there too. Something that wasn’t completely innocent.

Roy swallowed. “Do you want it to be?” He was dumbstruck suddenly, left reeling by the wanting look in her eyes.

Her expression broke down and she started to laugh. Roy blinked and was snapped out of the spell she’d cast upon him with just a single look and one suggestive question.

“What?” He recovered quickly then frowned at her laughter.

“That’s how you do it, sir.” She’d leaned in close to speak to him softly and Roy was caught off guard by the wonderful smell of her perfume that wafted his way.

“You played me,” he cried as loudly as he dared. No one was around but it still wouldn’t do to draw attention to them both loudly.

She giggled. Riza actually giggled. Once more, Roy was rendered mute. All he could do is stare at her as she winked at him playfully and nudged his knee with her own underneath the table.

“I’m simply better at it than you. Clearly,” she snorted.

Roy huffed and crossed his arms over his chest with a scowl.

“Don’t feel bad, sir.” Her neutral tone was back however she still looked far too pleased with herself. “We all have our strength and weaknesses.”

He muttered to himself underneath his breath.

“But,” she sighed, “I suppose we should stop. I wouldn’t want to ruin your reputation any more than I already have.”

“You are relentless today, Lieutenant,” he muttered.

“You said it yourself. Call it payback for leaving a lady alone by herself at a party.”

He uncrossed his arms and sat up straighter in his chair. “I didn’t say that.”

She narrowed her eyes at him with a smile. “Yes you did.”

“No,” he shook his head. “I said a pretty lady.”

The skin of her nose and cheeks turned a shade pinker after his compliment. Riza coughed and looked away from him but Roy could see her hiding her smile behind the rim of her glass.

“And that was the truth,” Roy added, tilting his body over towards her and dropping his voice low. “I wasn’t joking when I said that.”

“Sir,” she scolded lightly.

He lifted his hands in surrender. “Just telling the truth,” he defended.

Her mouth snapped closed and she was silent for a moment. “Hush, you,” she muttered finally, cheeks still pink.

“Are you telling me to lie, Riza?” He acted scandalised, opening his mouth in shock at her suggestion.

“Fine,” she relented, looking around their vicinity to see if anyone could overhear, but there was no one to be found. “I’ll admit, it is nice to hear.” She mumbled it so quietly that Roy had to lean forwards to hear her.

“I’ll just have to tell you at every opportunity I can then.”

A warning look was shot his way.

“And I’ll do it, too,” he grinned brightly. “You know I will.”

“Maybe I will extract my weapon.” She lifted a hand to her chin and tapped it with one finger as she pondered the thought.

The two fell silent, laughing quietly together as all joking was dropped for the moment. Her eyes lingered on his for a moment longer and Roy couldn’t look away no matter how hard he tried.

“Thank you, Roy,” she murmured.

“For what?”

“For being so good to me.”

“It’s what you deserve,” he replied simply. “If I could show you it every day then I would.”

“I know,” she reassured him with an appreciative look. “I would do the same.”

“You already know you own this,” he added quietly. He stretched above his head but as his hands lowered he tapped the left side of his chest above his heart, feigning that it was just a tic of his. “That will never change.”

Riza’s hand slowly moved underneath the tablecloth, as if she was moving to fix her dress. She tapped his knee with the back of her hand and Roy slid his own hand underneath it too. Riza latched onto it tightly, giving it a hard squeeze of gratitude. Roy smiled at her, lost in her eyes, and stroked his thumb over the skin on the back of her hand. Suddenly, everything else just fell away. The party, the noise, the music, it was all gone. It was just the two of them.

Subtly looking around one final time, Riza deemed it was safe to speak what was on her mind. Still, her glass was lifted to her lips so her mouth was hidden from the rest of the room, but Roy could still see it moving. She paused before she took a drink.

“I love you,” she breathed.

Roy squeezed her hand tightly in his. Then, he extracted it from her hold but didn’t let Riza move far. He guided her hand to rest flat atop his knee. The warmth from her palm seeped into his trousers, making him smile to himself. Maintaining eye contact, he drew a love heart on the back of her hand and placed his own atop hers, covering it completely.

“That’s a new one,” she commented softly.

He grinned at her. “I like to keep things fresh, Lieutenant. And I return your sentiment. Wholeheartedly.”

[weebiewrites]

Are You Sure We’re Talking About The Same Person? Chapter 6

Read on AO3 here.

Adrien slumped deep into his seat. He felt stares coming at him from all corners of the room. Even Ms. Bustier seemed to occasionally linger on him while she spoke to the class. A concerningly large part of him wanted to make a run for it out the window to escape it all. While gazing longingly at said window, a purple butterfly phased through it into the classroom.

As if his day couldn’t get any worse.

“Look out!” He shouted to the class. He jumped out of his seat, scanning the room. Who was it targeting? By the time he realized it’s trajectory, it was too late.

Rose was suddenly enveloped in an explosion of dark energy, as she transformed into an Akuma.

Akumatized Rose sported a pink skin tone, with even pinker heart-shaped blush on her cheeks. She wore a teal outfit resembling that of a police uniform. A pair of pink, glowing handcuffs hung off her wrist and… she had a gun.

“Stop in the name of Love!” the Akuma said, striking a cute pose and holding up a peace sign. “I am Militia, the Love Police!” She raised her hand to her mouth with a giggle. “Mwah!” She said with a wink. She blew a kiss that materialized into multiple pairs of glowing pink lips, all headed towards-

Adrien’s body moved on it’s own. He tackled Nino out of his seat. A pair of lips made a pink stain on the desk where Nino was sitting, having just missed him. The floating pink kisses hit their other targets with ease. Ivan, Mylene, and Juleka suddenly transformed into their own versions of a pink-skinned police officer.

“My Love Army, go and right the love wrongs of the world and bring together those destined for each other!” Militia shouted. “Starting with…” Militia pulled out her gun and took aim towards the front of the class.

“Chloe! You have rejected the advances of Sabrina for long enough!” A stream of pink smoke flew out the gun and enveloped Chloe and Sabrina. When the smoke cleared, the two emerged, handcuffed to each other with glowing pink handcuffs.

The classroom erupted into chaos, and Adrien suddenly decided it probably wasn’t a good idea to stick around any longer. He hastily sprung to his feet. As he helped Nino up, a Militia-tized Mylene took aim at the two of them. “Adrien and Nino? What a rare pair! Face your destiny and be joined by love!” Adrien yanked Nino, dragging him by the wrist, and made a run for the door. Pink smoke puffed behind them as they burst into the hallway. Marinette and Alya stood in the hall, gaping at the scene. “It’s an Akuma,” Adrien shouted at them. “Run!”

***

Marinette, Adrien, Alya, and Nino all skidded through the halls as pink streams of smoke flew above their heads. Various shouts echoed behind them, both of those victimized by the Akuma and of the Akuma army itself.

“Alya and Marinette?” mused one. “What a wonderful pair!”

“No! Marinette belongs with Adrien, remember?” yelled another.

“Don’t forget about Alya and Nino! They are destined to change the world with their love!”

“The Akuma handcuffs couples together! We need to split up!” Adrien said to the group as they neared a fork in the hallway.  

The group split into opposite directions at the end of the hallway, with Marinette pulling Alya behind her just before a puff of smoke intended for Alya and Nino exploded into the wall. Adrien had the same idea, it seemed, and pulled Nino the opposite way.

“They won’t come after us now that we separated from the boys, right?” Marinette said, slightly out of breath from running. “ We just need to find a place to hide!”

“I’m not so sure about that,” Alya replied, gesturing behind them. Marinette looked over her shoulder to see a single figure that looked uncannily like Juleka if she had been dunked in a vat of sickeningly pink paint running after them.

“Love between girls is the sweetest of all!” She shouted after them. “Face your destiny!” Clouds of smoke suddenly flew all around them, obscuring the view ahead of them. Marinette gritted her teeth as she pushed through the smoke, still pulling Alya behind her. Suddenly she was jerked backwards, and Alya’s hand broke away from hers. Marinette skidded to a stop as she turned to see Alya had tripped.

“Alya!” Marinette gasped, rushing back to her side.

“It’s fine, just go!” Alya said. Marinette hesitated for just a second too long, and Alya shoved her away right as a puff of smoke crashed and exploded into her. “Go!” She said.The Akuma laughed behind them, not realizing the smoke had hit only Alya, who now sported a pair of glowing handcuffs. Alya didn’t seem particularly phased. There were certainly worse things an Akuma could do to a civilian, though it would still be disastrous for Marinette.  Marinette nodded in gratitude at Alya, and crawled away, covered by the smoke.

Marinette turned a corner and rushed into an empty classroom just as she heard shouts of confusion from pink Juleka. She took a deep breath to collect herself for a moment. She transformed into Ladybug, then dashed back into the action.

***

Adrien needed a place to transform. Unfortunately, Militia had spread, and there were pink faux police officers everywhere he turned. On top of that, it seemed like everyone was going after Adrien, specifically. Nino still followed closely behind him still, so he would need to find a safe place to leave him.

Adrien made a sharp turn away from 3 new clones. Ahead of him was a door to the courtyard. It wasn’t ideal, he would have much preferred to end up closer to the restroom or maybe the locker room, but he figured the open space would give him some room to breathe and come up with a plan.

He was wrong.

Adrien crashed through the door only to find dozens of Akuma victims, handcuffed together, gathered on the lower level of the courtyard. A video was being played on a projector in front of them… a romantic movie. Adrien stifled a shiver. He didn’t have time to be creeped out. Militia’s copies were coming in from behind him and Nino and he had of course caught the attention of the other ones in the courtyard, one of which was the original, Rose.

“Capture Adrien!” She shouted from the lower level. “He must be joined with his true love, Marinette!” Adrien felt a headache coming on. It may have been his lack of sleep, the emotional rollercoaster earlier that morning, or perhaps the absolute absurdity of what was in front of him - but whatever it was, it caused him to sway. His eyes unfocused for a moment, and he wanted nothing more in that moment than to disappear.

“Dude, watch out!”

Adrien was suddenly on the ground. Nino had returned the favor from earlier, tackling him just before a stream of smoke hit him. Adrien mentally cursed at himself for getting distracted. He needed to become Chat as soon as possible.

Militia huffed in anger.

“Don’t get in my way!” She yelled.

In one sweeping movement, she leaped high into the air, flying a good distance above them, and blew a glowing pink kiss downwards. Adrien thought to roll out of the way, but Nino was still on top of him and, unfortunately, still in a daze. Suddenly, Nino was towering over Adrien, transformed into another clone of Militia. Pink did NOT look good on him. Adrien scrambled backwards, but found himself backed up against the railing.

“You must pay for your love crimes, Adrien Agreste!” Pink Nino said, pointing his brightly colored smoke gun squarely at Adrien’s face. Adrien gulped. Despite knowing Nino was under the influence of an Akuma, Adrien couldn’t help but feel like there was a truth to that. Adrien raised his hands in surrender, though he still desperately scanned for a way to escape.

Militia laughed from behind him.

“Yes!” She beamed, “Capture him, so he may know true love!” Militia-ized Nino nodded his head in agreement and moved closer to Adrien. Adrien frantically looked for a way out. At this rate, he wouldn’t be able to help defeat the Akuma. Then, Ladybug would hate him even more than she already did. He couldn’t let her down! He had to -

Zzzzzr.

Adrien’s ears perked at an all too familiar zipping. Ladybug’s yo-yo wrapped itself around Militia-ized Nino’s leg. He yelped as he hit the floor.

“Sorry, but true love can’t be forced!” Ladybug shouted to Militia, who growled in response. Adrien scrambled to his feet, now free from the immediate threat of being handcuffed. He turned to Ladybug, who regarded him with a wink. He blushed.

“Love Police,” Militia shouted from below. The clones around them robotically saluted in a frighteningly quick collective motion. Ladybug jumped, then fell into a defensive stance.  “Capture Adrien and capture Ladybug! In the name of love!” Militia shouted from below.

Ladybug was running before Adrien was able to process what was going on. Thankfully, his body moved on it’s own, as it had a tendency to do, and he found himself at Ladybug’s side seconds later. Pink smoke puffed around them, and frankly, Adrien was frankly getting tired of the sight. They ran along the upper level of the courtyard, ducking and dodging streams of pink meant for them. As they rounded the corner, a wall of Love Police formed, having rushed up the stairs from the lower level. Ladybug’s first instinct, it seems, was to run back into the school building, as she headed for a classroom door to her left. Of course, the door burst open seconds before she got there, with more abhorrently pink figures spilling out.

Ladybug suddenly pulled Adrien by the waist, and he nearly died. Well, not really. But he felt like it, as his heart-rate skyrocketed and he became quite dizzy.

“Hold on,” she said. “I’ll get you to a safe hiding place!”

Zzzzzr.

In a blink, the two of them were swinging through the courtyard. In two blinks, Adrien was suddenly blinded by pink. In three blinks, he was tumbling on the ground. Ladybug had not, in fact, gotten him to a safe hiding place. Instead, they landed in the middle of the courtyard, handcuffed together. And Ladybug was on top of him.

It was possible that his day had gotten at least a little better.

[vivilove-jonsa]

Just drabbling tonight and thought I’d share this thing which is probably going nowhere for WIP Wednesday.  A little modern political marriage AU, I guess.  

**

“Those other women, the man hiding behind the other women.  Oh, I know, Jon.  You think I’m stupid?  That I wouldn’t figure it out?”

Her tone is sharp, her eyes accusing but Jon knows this is misdirected anger.  He wasn’t the one who cheated.  He wouldn’t cheat on his wife if he had one.  He would never cheat on her.  

“Only an idiot would call you stupid, Sansa.”

“Well then, I guess you can turn around and tell Idiot that I’m leaving.”

He has to suppress a grin as he rakes his hand through his hair.  He props himself against the dresser and watches her haphazardly tossing things into her suitcase.  

He had been told to come up here and ‘talk some sense into her.’  He’d rather help her pack.  He’d rather drive her wherever it is she wants to go.  They all treat him like a damn errand boy anyway.  He wouldn’t mind being her errand boy.  

But she’s already called for a car and he’ll be running interference so she can actually make it into that car.

She lowers her voice as her chin drops to her chest.  “Five years, Jon.  Five years I’ve played this game.”

“I know, Sansa.”

Her head snaps back up. “I’m done.”

“I can’t blame you.”

Anger flares.  “Does he think he’d have ever made it here without me?  Without my family’s backing?”

“If he does, he’s an even bigger idiot than I already thought.”

A half-hearted smile. She won’t break down and cry here. She’s too well-schooled in this life and the performances it forces on you.  

She’d not set out to be a politician’s wife.  Even with her own father heavily involved in politics, she’d not sought a life in the limelight.  But Aegon could be charming when he saw something he wanted.  And he’d wanted Sansa back then.

Jon sometimes wonders what might’ve happened if he’d seen her first though, if he’d been the one to walk up to her at the café and ask if he could buy her a coffee in exchange for letting him borrow her phone charger for a few minutes.    

Never would’ve happened. I always have a spare charger on hand…and I was never the sort who could walk up and talk to women like Sansa without an introduction.  

She closes her suitcase, tugging on a dress jacket and toeing on a pair of Louboutin heels before sweeping her gorgeous red hair over one shoulder.  “I thought you’d be stopping me.”

That’s what they want. Not what I want.  “I’m not here to stop you.  I’m here to say I’m sorry…sorry my brother’s such a shit.”

Another faint smile.  It breaks his heart.  

She steps into his space. His Adam’s apple bobs when he’s pinned between her and the dresser.  He stares the light dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose, her red lips and blue eyes and back to her lips.

“Do you have a crush on my wife, Jon?” Aegon had chortled not too long ago.

He’d scoffed and denied it. Yes, would’ve been the honest answer.

“Goodbye, Jon.  I’ll miss you anyway,” she says, leaning forward before his brain can compute the whole scene.  

Her lips catch the corner of his mouth instead of his cheek.  He was supposed to stay still but he hadn’t been able to.

“Sansa…” he croaks, not able to formulate a real response.  

I’ll miss you, too. Don’t go.  Or go but only let me come with you.  I love you.  He can’t say any of it.  He’s a fucking coward and she deserves better than this family.  

Her cheeks are a little bit pinker as she steps back. Then, she grasps her suitcase and heads for the bedroom door.

He rushes ahead to open it for her.  

She’s leaving and Aegon won’t stop her.  

She pauses on the threshold, looking back at Jon once more even as Aegon’s shouting how she’s ruining his career.  

He gives her a nod as he steps in front of his half-brother, daring him to do anything.  

One last glance and she’d gone out the door and into the night.  

He won’t see her again for two years.