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unearthlyfromage · 1 year
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Une's Nonsensical Ramblings Episode 2: Reverse Falls
This one is a weird one. I enjoy some of the concepts, the general idea is great, however I find I don't like the whole 'Dipper and Mabel are mean and kill people' thing (and also just, a whole lot of the AUs general elements. Murder is cool but lets not with the niblings). So, I'm deciding to remake the whole thing because. I dunno. I can. My general idea is this; What if the talisman Gideon uses and becomes corrupted by in show, was found by Stan and Ford in their kid years? They found two of them in the wreckage of what would eventually become the Stan O' War, locked away in a rusty old chest. Just like Gideon, using it taints the user and whitens the hair (another gripe I have with typical Reverse Falls content - Gideon's hair was not always white, that's a side effect of the pendants influence, so therefore his hair should be brown in that AU). Stanley and Stanford, become thick as thieves as they grow up with the talismans influence. As they grow into teens they set their sights on power and money. Why be a scholar when you could be a King? Why be a ruffian when you could be a Lord? That sort of mindset. The worst parts of the personality become heightened with the talisman, so Stan's questionable morals dips ever lower and Fords light apathy to society greatly worsens. Stan's kleptomania is damn near impossible to control and his impulsivity is greatened, his loyalty to Ford becoming almost toxic in nature. He'd do anything for him, even murder if he was asked. Ford stops caring about the general populace. But he does care about Stan, they're a dynamic duo, and Stan's the only person he really trusts. His ego is bigger than ever and he's got one hell of a mean bone in him. The science fair project is never broken in this AU, because Stan believes wholeheartedly that Ford would never abandon him. I imagine they depend on each other a lot. Perhaps the talisman Ford wears is telepathic in nature, while Stans is telekinetic. Ford can manipulate the astral plane, but Stan can manipulate the physical plane. Thus they need each other. Ford goes off to West Coast Tech, and Stan follows suit, starting shady practices to get rich. Unlike canon, Stan is successful in his endeavors. Once they've both become partially satisfied with themselves, Ford insists on moving to Gravity Falls because of the natural weirdness. Having a mansion built on rural soil, Ford becomes a researcher while Stan does what he does best; starts swindling idiots. Finding the cave paintings, Ford initiates contact with Bill. Bill thinks he's the naive idiot he is in canon, but that isn't the case anymore. This Ford knows how to lie. How to tell when someones lying. A shady deal when he sees one. Seeing the potential for personal power gain, Ford actually ruses Bill. Not the other way around. Bill would do anything Ford wanted, if he gave Bill a corporeal form (Bill was trying to swindle his way around). Finding the perfect excuse in that, Ford convinced Bill to merge their souls together, that Stanford will give him 'access to the physical plane' if the demon aided him until he no longer needed it. It was a ruse. And now Bill is an indentured servant till the end of Fords days. Which wouldn't end anytime soon. Stanford, stricken with this power, craved more. And so, he demanded the construction of a portal. Using Bill as a 'little helper', and the money they'd accrued, a magnificent creation was made. He began to dimension hop, in search of more, trusting Stan to be well on his own. For decades he roamed the multiverse, challenging and defeating powerful demons for their souls, learning secrets, acquiring knowledge he shouldn't have. By the time he grew bored and wished to return home to his brother, he had challenged millions on countless moons. He was no longer human, not anymore.
When he returned he realized his brother would die of age and leave him behind, so, he offered a deal. That if Stan's loyalty to him never wavered, never lessened, Stan would be immortal by his side til the end of time. He took it. Why wouldn't he? By the time Mabel and Dipper come along, they're direct rivals with the Northwests in regards to social power in Gravity Falls. And at their birth, Ford passes down the talismans to them, making it a sort of tradition amongst twin generations. Which, by the time their 12, has already done significant damage. Thus, summer starts.
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monster-noises · 15 days
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I love second hand book shops, I got to them frequently and always leave with Something and have a good time just peakin around
But i gotta say
It's one of the Worst spots for me in terms of imposter syndrome
I feel like everyone's uneasey with my presence as though i'm a stranger who just stumbled into their inner sanctum and they're.. they're gunna let me stay but they're gunna be weirded out the whole time and breath a sigh of relief when the Strange Unwelcome Freak Leaves
It also happens at record shops and sometimes at small antique shops or cons+festivals
Just this immediate foreboding of being Angrily Tolerated in a Space I Don't Belong
#monster noises#it's Incalculably stupid because 1) it's a store. anyone can go in there.#and 2) in all those locations... I do beling there!!!!!!!! not even in the sense of point 1 where it's a retail location but like!!!!#Book shops Record shops Antique malls Cons... are all like super 100% right up my alley nerd shit these Should be like '''''my people'''''''#which is i think a strong contributing factor to this pervasive feeling like#there's an underlying current of not just being in there to Shop but that i want the other people there to Like Me? I guess?#in our limited interaction?#i want them to see that i'm One Of Them and it makes me nervous#because whenever i am trying to be a Part of something i Immediately feel like some kind of isolated hollow fraud#like i'm worried that i not only Look like a poser#but that i Am#secretly#a Poser#so secretly that I don't even relaiE i'm a poser#it probably doesn't help that i also always have The most off-kilter interactions with the staff in these scenerios#it's never anything truly embarassing#but it's always like i try to be as nice as possible but their reaction is never what i expect#and it throws me off#it's a hard thing to pin down in words but like.. it feels like they are more than anything just Waiting for me to leave#if not from the get-go then from the moment i open my mouth to answer a question#and like idk !!! i'm trying so hard to be open and friendly and not just use canned response but also not be Too weird or too loud#and be engaged in conversation but it never works!#it's like i ooze some deeply unpleasant vibe and it turns everyone off me immediately when i enter their space#i'll see other customers having lovely conversations with staff and stuff and then when it's me it's like Cold#truly it does nothing for my self esteem#not everyone has yo or is going to like me but i really don't think it's too big an ask to not be scrutinized by store staff Constantly ;<;
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bejeweledmp3 · 1 year
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EVERYTIME. i go to twitter for fandom stuff. i remember why one should never go to twitter for fandom stuff lmao
#the things you will see there. people blatantly missing the point and being loud and annoying#and talking about discourse and getting into discourse and showing some of the most base level lack of empathy or comprehension opinions#shit is bad here but oh god. that site brings out the worst in people#talking tag;#also on another note the more i think about it the less genuine it feels for the tv versions of joel and ellie#to not speak for a full two years lmao#it doesn't i mean it probably didn't in the game but it DEFINITELY doesn't in the show those two are Attached they are everything they care#about in the world#i can absolutely see ellie getting pissed etc etc#but two years of silence???? shut up#literally They Would Not Fucking Do That#i still think that REDACTED is happening and it will hurt just as much#also i already feel bad for whoever is cast as abby like!!!! it's going to get uhhh not good#i do think they'll try to keep pedro around for longer if anything for emotional attachment also that's pedro pascal you can't do REDACTED#to him just like that ep 1 or 2 and expect people to just. take it#i'm curious about how they'll adapt part two because you KNOW hbo is aware about it being divisive#which is Bad for your big money making audience growing show#there's just so much at stake with a big hbo profuction i'm curious how that will change things (if it does)#just. i dunno i still don't think i'll be able to watch that shit happen#and people in twitter definitely don't help!!!! lol lol#i'm tagging this just in case. but yeah#the last of us spoilers#tlou spoilers
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onepiexe · 1 year
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i havent done anything manual labor in so long
#logbook#woke up to my body aching like crazy#. .i miss this feeling. idk when i'll have time bc of work but man. i should exercise.#couldnt pull some plant carts right away in my first week 😭 also yesterday i couldnt lift a box.#i was too short to put it on the shelf is what i said but i was also tired at that point in the day. augh.#i loaded up 2 ladies cars. . .also moved and lifted pots.#plastic but big stacks and some bigger sizes.#today we have a fl+werw++d delivery. wonder what all it is. probably just more perennials.#i figured the ache would go away but i miss my old coworkers so much. . .#and then i remember how long it took for me to stop aching and missing ml while at nnl. . .so yeah. just on top of new work lol#ive had several emps say i look like a kid. which. thanks guys. sorry but when i was 15 i didnt look 25. .#i feel sorry to ppl who look at old when that young tbh. also it makes me go insane bc im p sure most of the younger emps#ARE in fact. younger than me. based on conversations. but nobody believes me 😭#tbf l+wes had a 18+ policy but this nursery is a gen family owned so they hire teens looking for work and work experience.#i dont personally see how anybody can think im -18 bc im working FULL not part time and i'm mon-fri but still.#regardless ive had a guy joke abt child labor laws bc i get in early. and some dude yesterday asked if i was doing hmwk. jesus christ guys.#ok i have to get ready for work 😭 gaia give me patience and reward me plsssssss
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welcometogrouchland · 2 years
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local girl did work for three minutes straight without stopping to listen to music for 45 minutes. 15 dead 11 injure d
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medicinemane · 22 hours
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The problem with people who are "right" because they insist they're right, and the only way to be right is to simply perfectly follow their every dictation on the subject unquestioningly is this...
Ok, let's just take it as a given that you're right... the problem here is that if that's what's right I'm afraid I have to dig my heels into being wrong. If you are as righteous and just as you insist you are then I've got no choice but to be the villain because I can't stand what you're saying I'd have to do to be good
Shockingly I even think it's wrong, which is odd because we've already defined it that you're inherently and unassailably right... yet here we are
Worst part is there's a lot of these things where I'm not even full stop against it, I actually might be on their side if they could stop and address a couple of issues I consider kind of important... but they won't, because they're morally right and don't have time for addressing nonexistent issues I'm clearly just dreaming up
Undoubtedly right they are, the defect must surely be my own... and yet here we are. Vile and wicked as it might make me, I still can't just go along with you
#mm tag so i can find things later#and whatever you think this is about and however you've already decided it agrees with you#I'll say this is about like... minimum 2 topics at very different points in the political spectrum... and probably like 20 easy#so like... it may well be talking about your own behavior on certain subjects#I'm talking about not even being willing to entertain good faith questions#and especially about labeling anyone who doesn't tow your exact party line a horrible person#...the amount of shit where it's like 'you know I actually agree with you... except for this one major sticking point'#'just tell me how we deal with this one pretty big thing and I'm fully on board' and... well actually you're terrible for that#or the amount of places where it's like I agree with your goals; but not your methods but... I don't think arguing would do a damn thing#you've already dug your heels in so deep and maybe you're even right to do it.. but I'll never go along with it no matter what that makes m#and the number of overall good people I know who this post is honestly about#they may well be far better than I am; I've never claimed to be good; quite the opposite#and yet I'm afraid I have to say that... to me you're wrong; wrong in concrete ways#maybe you could even address my concerns and help me see with my stupid brain why these aren't issues... but you won't#because you're right; and you know you're right; and so you'll never be wrong#and this isn't just some idle whataboutism... or maybe it is; I'll never say I'm the moral arbiter; again I could be wickedly wrong#and there's a variety of reasons someone believes what they believe; but... there's often blind dogma at the end#I may be stupid; but I can usually draw a line from my stance to something in the world#maybe it's a stupid nonsense line and I don't see my mental gymnastics... very well could be#but I can draw a line... it's not just circular logic; it's not just bouncing between two points#and I often can actually point to places I'm not happy with how things are or will be... we live in the real world and that sucks#example that... man it's more politically charged than I like getting; but ok#I really want this Ukrainian aid to pass even though I don't like the Israeli aid attached... but I get that's the only way it's passing#I want the Ukraine aid because I see residential houses getting stuck by missiles; but I don't want the Israeli aid for the same reason#and it comes down to that I think that the aid amount is sufficiently higher to Ukraine to make it enough of a net positive#I could be wrong... but you can at least see my work; I'm coming at it from a perspective of bombing civilians is wrong#I could be stupid; I could point to two people I know on here who would tell me I'm stupid for at least one part of this... probably all#yet there it is... and... it'll be hard to convince me otherwise
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So Daddy - LN
Request from @rbmv33 - I saw that someone gave lando a daddy bracelet. I was wondering if you could do where the reader see the bracelet and jokes around with him and calls him daddy but he doesn’t realize it’s a joke 🩷🩷
I'm sorry, I think you wanted smut. For some reason I just have no inspiration/motivation for smut rn. Idk, Idk when it'll come back to me. I'm really sorry.
Themes: Suggestions of a daddy kink
No part 2 request please
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With Lando being so much busier than usual since there's so many more fan events in Melbourne compared to the average race weekend. Y/n has been just enjoying herself wondering around getting to move around the paddock and track on her own.
But when she does finally catch him with him, he's very much latched onto her though he's caught in conversation with some other people while hugging her back against him.
She's actually just fidgeting with his hand and tidying his bracelets a little when she notices one and while there's a chance he noticed what it said, he also puts bracelets on blindly.
"Sorry, baby. I gotta go." Lando states after the conversation apparently ends.
"It's alright, daddy." Y/n shrugs meaning to sound more teasing but she figures he'll figure it out.
"I-Ok." Lando nods frowning slightly but just sort of accepting it before he kisses her then takes off since he does actually really need to go.
It's not till later that Lando sees her again and this time she's lying on a sofa in the McLaren unit that, he sits down managing to pull her so she's lying with her head on his lap.
"Hey, beautiful." Lando smiles still having thoughts about the earlier name.
"Hi, daddy." Y/n mumbles still focused on something on her phone with her brows furrowed, again it was meant to come out more teasing but her mum is texting her in a conversation about plans for Silverstone despite it being ages away. "Ah, why is she like this? I swear, the woman is 11 hours behind us, it's like the middle of the night there and she's on the phone hassling me."
Lando smiles pinching her phone from her hands and tossing it off to the side.
"Problem fixed." Lando smiles making her look at him and smile a little before she grins at him. "You coming to the garage with me?"
"Uhhh...yeah, I just need to run to the bathroom. I'll be right back, daddy."
As soon as she's gone Lando leans back, trying to contain himself. Is it seriously turning him on? She's being so casual about it, is she testing the waters with something?
"Alright, ready to go?" Y/n smiles brightly reappearing making him uncover his hands from his face. "Are you ok you look a little...flush?"
"I'm good. Let's go." Lando nods standing up and taking her hand.
"Ok daddy."
Finally got the tone right to tease him. But Lando still doesn't react like she expects. Which she knows can only mean one thing...he's not mad about it nor does he want her to stop.
Lando looks almost stressed by the time they get to the garage and she can't lie that it's pretty amusing to see him so stressed out about it.
"We are leaving as soon as I've debriefed. So be ready to leave." Lando states as she moves to stand in the team guest spectator area in the garage.
"Yes, daddy."
Max's head whips around at that but he can't get a word out before Lando has disappeared from next to them.
"Did you just call him daddy?" Max questions not even thinking to leave the whole thing alone.
"He has a bracelet from a fan that says daddy, and I noticed started calling him it but he's not said anything yet." Y/n smiles crossing her arms while Max makes a noise of disgust.
"He's probably enjoying it."
"Well..." Y/n shrugs not actually caring about Max knowing far too much. She knows he's got secrets with Lando so there's no point in trying to cover for him.
"I'm traumatised." Max shudders while she just smiles and pats his shoulder.
"Just think of the stuff I'm not telling you about."
"Y/n, please." Max groans while she just grins, living for any way to torment her boyfriend's best friend. "I don't need to know."
"But I trust you enough to tell you anyway." Y/n grins then patting his shoulder. "You should be happy I like you so much, a lot of girlfriends and best friend have beef."
"I wish we had beef if I meant I didn't have to hear this."
"Max, that's so mean." Y/n pouts before grinning at him. "But I forgive you."
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"Hey, daddy." Y/n greets as soon as she sees Lando, leaning back on the sofa and smiling as his hand comes to her throat, gently squeezing it as he leans down to kiss her.
"Hey, baby." Lando smiles rubbing his thumb on her pulse. "We're going out for dinner."
"We are?" Y/n hums earning a short nod. Honestly the way he's looking at her is beginning to make her feel hot.
"Yeah, we'll go back to the hotel. You can get dressed in something nice and I'm taking you out for dinner." Lando states making her look at him for a moment. "Come on, baby."
Y/n seems to wait a couple beats before she stands up and moves with him.
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It's not till they're sitting across from each other that y/n decides to comment on Lando's reaction to her calling him daddy.
"So you like the whole daddy thing?" She asks not feeling bad for asking.
"Maybe I do. But you started it...so you mustn't hate it."
She doesn't in fact, it's something she really thought she'd hate but with Lando it feels annoyingly good.
"I don't hate calling you daddy...but it was that because of that bracelet."
He's just so happened to take off his bracelets before they came out for dinner when he got changed into a suit and shirt. Fuck.
"Bracelet?" Lando frowns in confusion. "What bracelet?"
"I knew you didn't notice. The bracelet from your fans. One of them said daddy...but for the record you are definitely giving me sugar daddy vibes right now." Y/n admits almost feeling shy when she says it.
It's as if she just unlocked a different side to her boyfriend and she didn't realise this side existed till now. But it might just be her new favourite.
Lando smirks a little as y/n bites her lip a little as their peace is disturbed by the arrival of the food.
"So...daddy...how often should I be calling you that?" Y/n asks as she pokes her fork into her pasta.
"As often as possible would be preferable." Lando shrugs making her clear her throat a little and shift. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah...I'm just thinking." Y/n mumbles making him raise his eyebrows in question. "I may have traumatised Max earlier with this..."
Lando seems to almost choke on the bite of food in his mouth.
"You traumatised him?" Lando laughs making her sigh.
"I didn't think you might genuinely turned on by being called daddy, but I was joking about it with him earlier when he heard me say it in the garage and he definitely didn't want to know." Y/n smiles making Lando grin. "He'll just have to get over it."
"I'm sure he appreciates that."
"Not my fault your fans has forced me to acknowledge you're daddy material." Y/n states then pausing while Lando gets a mouthful of food. "You'll have to make sure you wear that bracelet again so they all know."
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elliezato · 1 month
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𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙴𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎₊˚⊹♡
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Pairing: ellie x reader
Summary: You're not a huge fan of valentines day but your girlfriend has other ideas.
Warnings: MDNI!! NSFW!! edging, sex, strap-on, fingering, eating out, cussing
a/n: Sorry this is a little lateeee. I've been so busy today but I just HAD to write a fic for valentines day!! It's a bit rushed but I wanted to get something out before the day ended. I'll probably put out some loser!ellie valentines headcanons later tonight as well<3 I hope you all had a good day and enjoy this little date fic with ellie!!
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Valentine's Day has never been something you cared about. It's tacky with all the cheap chocolate and stupid cards. You told your girlfriend you didn't want to do anything for Valentine's this year. All you really wanted was to snuggle up with her on the couch after work and maybe have a drink to celebrate.
You open the door to your shared apartment and set your shoes to the side. All the lights are off and everything is quiet. You call for Ellie but there's no answer. As you set your bag down on the counter you see a white envelope closed with a red heart. You pick it up to look at it and slowly open it. Inside is a letter and it reads...
"Meet me at ______ restaurant tonight at 9. There's a little something for you in the bedroom." - Love els ᥫ᭡
You close the letter and place it on the table. As you walk into the bedroom you see a red gift bag. You pick it up and pull out a black lacy dress with a small heart cutout in the chest. You have been eyeing this dress for a while and were surprised that Ellie even remembered. The dress isn't anything super sexy but it's something you've been wanting for a while. Ellie was never the type to buy you lingerie or anything like that but sometimes you'd surprise her with a little something every now and then.
You have about 2 hours until you have to be at the restaurant so you decide to take your time to get ready. Your hair is wet from the shower as you wash your face and throw it up in a towel to do your makeup. The sun is setting and you finish getting ready. Your hair is curled and your makeup is done. You grab the dress from the bed and put it on.
As you walk out the door to meet your girlfriend, you decide to call her to let her know you leaving, but to your surprise, she doesn't answer. You call her again but no answer. At this point, you're just ready to get to the date so you can see her.
You arrive at the restaurant and walk up to the host stand. Before you can even speak you see Ellie walking up to you. She's dressed in a large white button-up and some dress pants. You've never really seen her dressed up like this before. She walks up to you and hands you a rose before taking your hand.
"Hi baby" She smiles at you. "You look very pretty" She pushes a strand of hair behind your ear.
"This is so stupid els" You laugh and squeeze her hand as you walk to your table.
The table is set with candles and roses and there are already two glasses of champagne waiting for you. The restaurant is quiet with other people enjoying their evening. Soft music is playing as you take a seat. Ellie reserved a table in an isolated part of the restaurant, in front of two large windows that look out to a view of the city.
"Ellie, why did you do all this?" You look up at her as you take a sip of your drink.
"Because you deserve a day. You've refused to let me do anything special for you on valentines day every year and this year I wanted to do something nice." She smiles at you from across the table.
As the evening goes on you two laugh and talk while enjoying a nice dinner. The minutes pass fast and the restaurant slowly empties. Eventually, you two get up to head back to your apartment. The air is cold as you step outside waiting for a taxi. You look up at Ellie's face which is now lit up by the city lights.
"I really enjoyed this. thank you Ellie." You give her a sappy smile
She wraps her arm around your waist "Just wait until we get back home" She looks at you with a grin smeared across her face.
The ride home is quiet. It's late and you rest your head on Ellie's shoulder. Her hand on your thigh, waiting to get back to the apartment.
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Ellie holds your hand as you walk into your apartment, rubbing her thumb on the back of your hand. Walking into your room, you sigh out of tiredness as you fall onto your bed. The cool sheets feel good on your skin.
"Stay here baby, I'll be right back" Ellie grabs something and walks out of the room.
You get undressed as you wait and throw on one of Ellie's oversized tees. The room is dark but the lights of the city gently add a soft lighting to the small room. As you lay down on your back right as Ellie walks into the room with a lighter. She places a candle on each nightstand and lights them, setting the mood. She's dressed in nothing but her boxers and a white tank top.
"Lay on your back" Ellie walks over and places kisses up your neck, leading to your lips.
As she meets your mouth, her hands hold your face and she presses her lips against yours. Fingers crawling up your shirt, reaching your chest. She grabs your breast and draws circles around your nipple.
"Ellie-" You softly moan into the kiss.
"Shhhh, baby I got you." She lets her tongue slip into your mouth as her hands help lift up your shirt.
She adjusts her body so her legs are now straddling your thighs. Her lips move back from yours, down to your neck. Your arms slide under her tank as you pull her closer to your body. She gently sucks on your neck, working her way down to your chest.
Her tongue reaches your nipples, slowly circling around them. Her hands move down your waist, finding your lace underwear. A finger slips past the waistband, pressing against your wet folds as she sucks your boob. You grab Ellie's shirt as you throw your head back. She moves her tongue to your other nipples while she starts to pull off your underwear, throwing it across the room. She kisses down your waist, meeting your clit.
"mmph- els" You squirm at her touch, looking down at her taking you in.
Her eyes meet yours while her tongue slides down your folds. Her fingers slowly slipping into you. Your fingers run through her hair, pulling as she pleasures you. She moans as she begins to suck at your clit. The vibrations against your skin cause a loud whimper to escape your lips. Her fingers slipping deeper into you as she moves faster.
You can feel the knot in your stomach start to unfold. She holds your waist down with her hand as her fingers cause your body to squirm under her body. Suddenly, she releases her mouth from your throbbing clit and removes her fingers from the inside of you.
"Ellie! please, I'm so close, don't stop" You're practically begging at this point, squeezing your thighs together.
"I know" She lifts from your waist and sits up. "Turn over for me"
You listen and lay on your stomach. She grabs your waist pulling it up as she slips a pillow under you. Her fingers are cold against your bare skin, causing shivers to run down your body. She pulls her strap out of her boxers, keeping them on. You feel yourself becoming antsy as your fingers find your clit.
"Be patient for me pretty girl" She grabs your wrist and pulls it away, pinning it above your head.
Her fingers slip between your folds, preparing you for her length. You grasp the pillow above you as she slowly pushes into you. She finds your waist, pulling your body towards her. Her pace fastens, causing your body to slam against her. Your arms shake from holding up your upper body. You fall into the bed as she fucks you.
"mmm- you feel so good, doing so well for me baby" She moans as her strap slams into you.
Your body now taking in the full length. Her fingers find your clit again, rubbing circles around it. The familiar warmth returns to your stomach. A tear falls from your eyes as you whimper her name"
"Fuck Ellie, s'close, I'm gonna cum-" Your voice is muted by the pillow your face is smashed into.
She doesn't stop. You can feel her hitting all the right spots. Your body is trembling beneath her. She grunts and cusses under her breath, you know she's close too. Finally, you feel yourself become undone as she thrusts harder into you.
"Almost there baby" She pants, not slowing down. Her movements are becoming sloppy as she tries to cum.
"Fuck!" She reaches her climax shortly after you, causing her to fall onto the bed next to you.
You turn over and lay on your back. She's trying to catch her breath as her arm falls across her face. She looks over and smiles at you, placing a kiss on your swollen lips. She pulls your body close to you, wrapping her arms around your bare skin. The kiss is sloppy but passionate. Both of you breathing heavily between the kisses trying to catch your breath.
After a few minutes resting in the comfort of each other, she gets up to get a damp cloth. She lifts your waist, cleaning you up before getting up to blow out the candles. She lays back down next to you and pulls the covers over your bodies. You wrap your legs around her as you head rests on her chest.
"Happy valentines day my girl, I love you" She places a soft kiss on your forehead.
"I love you too els" You close your eyes and feel yourself falling asleep in the arms of your girlfriend.
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letjungcoook7 · 2 months
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teasing temptations || jjk || +18 || request
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request: can i ask a jk smut wheres hes readers best friends brother and theyre like kinda hate each other but have loads of sexual tension? plus point if jk always finds a way to tease her
☾ w.c: 6k
☾ pairing: jungkook x fem!reader
☾ rating: 18+ minors do not interact.
☾ genre: smut, enemies x lovers
☾ warnings: clit play, unprotected sex, cowgirl, dick riding, cum play, mentions of sex.
☾ author's note: hey, hey, hey, everyone! <3 i’ve missed writing requests, and im excited to let you know that I'll be responding to all of you who sent them. so, if you've sent one, don't worry— im working on it.
some requests tend to captivate me, and that's why i end up writing a lot and making them so fucking long. maybe i should learn to write less and focus more on the smut part than the context, but hey, i love the contexts.
thanks to everyone for being patient with me, and sorry for taking too long. i missed the ask with the request, but i still have the asked saved. sorry <3
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"Could you guys shout the fuck up?" you exclaim, rushing downstairs. "It's 2 am, for goodness' sake."
Jungkook turns his head towards you, lowering the TV volume. He smirks from the couch.
"Why do we have to be quiet?" He teases, "No one's in need of sleep here."
"I need to sleep, asshole," you retort, irritation evident. "Taehyung, can your friend leave, please?" you implore, giving your brother pleading eyes. Taehyung glances at you briefly, rolls his eyes, and shrugs.
"Nah, he can stay! My house, my rules," he laughs with Jungkook, but your annoyance remains unamused. Jungkook grins mischievously, lounging on the sofa and casually putting his feet up on the coffee table.
"I don't care whose house it is; it's still 2 am, and I need to sleep," you persist, crossing your arms.
Your brother chuckles, seemingly unfazed. "Come on, it's just a bit of fun. Loosen up!"
"Fun for you, maybe," you snap back. "I have work tomorrow, unlike some people."
Taehyung's frown deepens, and Jungkook shoots you a look of feigned sincerity.
"Poor little you… maybe work won't be too demanding tomorrow, and you can catch up on sleep," Jungkook teases, still comfortably sprawled on the sofa. Taehyung joins in laughter, and you notice a wink exchanged between the two before Jungkook turns his attention back to you. 
"If you guys don't keep it down, I swear..." you threaten, your patience wearing thin.
Jungkook, seemingly unfazed, leans in to whisper to Taehyung, and their scheming captures your curiosity.
"What's going on over there?" you inquire, raising an eyebrow.
Jungkook grins and whispers to Taehyung, who nods in agreement. Jungkook stands up, approaching you with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
"What are you guys up to?" you ask, a bit wary.
"Nothing," Jungkook replies excitedly, his grin widening. Taehyung laughs, thoroughly entertained. As Jungkook steps closer, his face inches from yours, he playfully questions, "Why so angry?"
You push him away, frustrated. "Go to your house, Jungkook."
Unfazed, Jungkook grins mischievously. "I don't want to go home. I want to stay here with you."
Taehyung laughs, teasing, "What a simp."
 Ignoring Taehyung, Jungkook looks at you, his eyes sparkling. "Come on, let's stay up together. It'll be fun!"
You chuckle, rolling your eyes. "Fun? With you?" Another laugh escapes you. "Alright, spill it. What's your idea of fun, guys? Playing video games?" You tilt your head, awaiting their response with a hint of skepticism.
Jungkook gives you a subtle nod. "Exactly. Maybe I'll even teach you how to play."
Taehyung laughs, and Jungkook shoots him a scowl. He takes your hand, gently tugging you closer to him and leading you toward the living room. "I'll show you how to play," he grins. "Then, I'll beat you every time."
You drop his hand abruptly.
 "That's probably why you don't have a girlfriend, Jungkook," you tease.
He smirks, unfazed. 
"Oh, but it's not like I'm trying to get a girlfriend," Jungkook retorts, walking past you and settling onto the sofa. "What's your excuse?" he adds, winking at you. "No one wants you?"
You scoff at Jungkook's remark, not letting him off the hook. "Excuse me, I have plenty of offers, thank you very much."
Taehyung joins in, still chuckling. 
"Smooth, Jungkook. Real smooth."
“I very much doubt that,” Jungkook says, his smirk deepening.
Taehyung, sensing an opportunity, chimes in with a hint of jealousy. 
“What offers are you talking about? I haven't seen you with anyone recently.”
You raise an eyebrow, challenging Jungkook's skepticism.
"Just because I don't parade my personal life like a reality show doesn't mean it doesn't exist."
Jungkook smirks playfully. 
"Alright, prove it. Bring one of these mysterious suitors over sometime."
You shoot back, "Maybe I will, just to show you."
"I'd pay to see that." Jungkook leans back on the sofa, still grinning. "I'll believe it when I see it."
"Fine!" you said. 
"Good, I can't wait."
The next morning, you groggily make your way to the bathroom, only to be surprised as the door opens, and Jungkook steps out, wearing nothing but a towel slung low on his hips.
You pause, caught off guard, and Jungkook glances at you, a playful smirk on his face. 
"Good morning. Need something?"
Trying to conceal your surprise, you manage a half-smile. 
"Uh, just trying to use the bathroom."
Jungkook maintains his grin, utterly unfazed by his semi-clothed state as he stands before you.
"You can use the other bathroom," he suggests, casting a playful glance your way. "Unless you're enjoying the view of my abs." He turns to the mirror, flexing a few times with a self-satisfied smile.
Rolling your eyes at Jungkook's unabashed confidence, you manage a playful retort. 
"I've seen better."
He laughs, seemingly undeterred. 
"Sure, sure, keep telling yourself that."
As Jungkook heads towards Taehyungs room, still clad in just a towel, you can't help but shake your head. 
Heading off to work, you can't shake off the lingering amusement from the morning encounter with Jungkook. The day passes in a whirlwind of tasks, but as you finally return home, however, to your surprise, as you enter your living room, there he is—Jungkook, lounging on the sofa as if he owns the place.
"Doesn't Jungkook have his own place to be?" you whisper to your brother, raising an eyebrow.
Taehyung glances at Jungkook, then back at you, with a mischievous grin. 
"Well, apparently, our house is more entertaining."
You shoot a disapproving look at Taehyung before turning your attention back to Jungkook, who is now engrossed in something on his phone.
"Hey, don't let him get under your skin, Y/N" Taehyung says in a lower tone.
You nod at Taehyung's advice, attempting to shake off your irritation. 
"Easy for you to say."
Taehyung chuckles, then pats your shoulder reassuringly. 
"Look, he won't stay forever. Just let him have his fun for a bit."
Having Jungkook at your home during the summer had become a familiar routine, a tradition of sorts. Yet, beneath the surface of shared laughter and casual camaraderie, a subtle tension had persisted for as long as you could remember. The unspoken truth was that both you and Jungkook had a history of competing for your brother's attention.
Each summer brought a silent challenge, a subtle contest to secure Taehyung's focus and approval. Your home, once a peaceful, had turned into a battleground of unspoken competition. And most of the time, Jungkook wins. 
Over the next few days, Jungkook's presence becomes a regular feature in your home. Your routine begins to adjust to the unexpected intrusion, and Jungkook's playful antics somehow manage to carve a space in the familiar surroundings.
One evening, as you return home, the sound of music and laughter greets you at the door. Entering the living room, you find Jungkook and Taehyung engaged in a heated video game battle, their competitive banter filling the air.
"Welcome to the party!" Jungkook grins, pausing the game briefly.
You sigh, a mix of annoyance and amusement. 
"This is getting out of hand, you know."
Taehyung nudges you playfully. 
"Come on, it's not so bad."
"Fine, whatever. I'm going out today, you can have the house all for yourselves," you declare, gesturing with a dismissive flair.
Taehyung raises his eyebrows in surprise, but Jungkook stays quiet for a moment before turning his attention to you. 
"Where are you going?" he finally asks.
Taehyung shoots you a smug smile. "See? He's curious."
Jungkook gives Taehyung a look before refocusing on you. 
"Well? What are you doing today?" His voice takes on a low, soft tone, almost enough to make you blush.
"For your information, Mr. Jeon, I have a date," you retort with a smirk.
Jungkook leans in, a curious tilt to his head. 
"Well, what's the plan for your date?" Taehyung snickers at your response, but Jungkook remains fixated on you, his expression thoughtful and curious.
"Why? Are you my dad? Last time I checked, my parents were doing pretty well in the Bahamas," you reply with a playful edge.
"I'm just wondering..." Jungkook's tone softens, somewhat apologetic. Taehyung chuckles at your response, and Jungkook briefly looks at him before turning back to you. He offers a slight smile. "Sorry, never mind then."
You roll your eyes at Jungkook's lingering curiosity. 
"It's just a date, no need for an interrogation."
As you head towards the door, Jungkook raises an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes. 
"Alright, have fun."
"I will, don't worry about it."
You go upstairs to your room, the anticipation of the upcoming date heightening your senses. The soft hum of your favorite music fills the air as you take a shower, the warm water cascading over you,  washing away any lingering tension.
Afterward, you stand before the mirror, fixing your hair with deliberate care and adding subtle touches to your makeup. As you slip into a tight-fitting dress that accentuates your features, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. The doorbell's ring interrupts your moment, signaling the arrival of your date. Descending the stairs, you find Taehyung and Jungkook engaged in a conversation with Thomas, your date.  
"Hello, Y/N," Thomas greets you with surprise evident in his eyes.
Taehyung and Jungkook exchange a subtle glance, their silent communication adding a layer of intrigue to the atmosphere. Thomas, tall and handsome, radiates a preppy charm, his outfit reflecting a polished style.
You smile back, a bit irritated by the presence of your brother and Jungkook. You link arms with Thomas and pull him outside, murmuring a goodbye to the two. Thomas looks confused and stops accompanying you as soon as you pass through the door, silently asking for an explanation.
You release a sigh, attempting to mask your frustration. 
"It's just my brother and his friend, Jungkook. They have a unique way of being annoying. They're two brats"
Thomas smiles, understanding. 
"Ah, got it. Don't worry, I'm here to make the night much better."
You both distance yourselves from the residence, leaving the tense atmosphere behind. As you walk side by side, Thomas's presence brings a welcome relief.
The evening unfolds with Thomas proving to be a charming companion, effortlessly steering the conversation away from the earlier tensions. Laughter and shared moments gradually replace the lingering frustration from the beginning of the night.
Thomas brings you back home, and you find yourselves seated comfortably in his car, parked near your front door. 
"Thanks for tonight," you say, breaking the silence. 
Thomas smiles, his eyes reflecting genuine warmth. 
"The pleasure was mine. I enjoyed every moment."
You stared at each other for several seconds that seemed too long, your faces come closer and your breath mixes. Your lips collided and you started kissing. You didn't notice in the midst of making out that, at some point, Thomas had his hand under the skirt of your dress, grabbing your ass cheek. His tongue slid so well against yours that you felt the need to have his hands on you. The two of you were interrupted by a few knocks on the closed window of Thomas' car. It was Jungkook. 
What the hell.
"It's late!" he practically shouts, his voice piercing the calm air. You exchange an exasperated look with Thomas before he rolls down the window on the passenger side – your side.
"What do you want, Jungkook?" you snort, your irritation evident.
"I want you to come in; it's late, don't you think?" he says, arching an eyebrow.
"And who are you to demand anything?" you retort, crossing your arms. Jungkook sighs, seemingly unbothered by your defiance.
"Can you come in? Your brother is inside, worried."
"I'll come in when I want—"
"Come in, Y/N," Thomas interjects, his voice calm as he gently holds your wrist. "Let's not make your brother worry, and besides, we'll see you tomorrow." He smiles at you while Jungkook outside rolls his eyes, clearly unimpressed, rolls his eyes.
"Alright," you grumbled. "So, see you tomorrow?" you said to Thomas, who gave you a gentle peck on the lips.
"Until tomorrow, beautiful"
"Let's get moving!" Jungkook huffed, rapping on the car's frame.
"I'm coming!" you retorted and stepped out of the car.
You strode purposefully, heading for the front door. Jungkook caught up, and as soon as he did, you confronted him without turning around.
"Why did you do that?"
"Because you two were making out in the car in the middle of the night," he replied, quickening his pace to match yours.
"It was just a kiss!" you defended, passing through the front door.
"A kiss?" Jungkook scoffed ironically, closing the door behind him. "His hand was under your fucking dress!"
"Argh!" 
"You're lucky it was me who came to check on you. Imagine if it had been Taehyung, and he found you in that sorry state," Jungkook teased. "I'd be embarrassed if I were you."
You turned to him, angry and utterly irritated.
"Shut the fuck up, Jungkook."
Jungkook smirked, enjoying your frustration. 
"Honestly, you should thank me. Taehyung would've flipped if he saw you two"
You scoffed, crossing your arms. 
"You're just jealous because you wish it was you kissing me in that car!"
Jungkook laughed, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Please."
"Admit it, you've always had a crush on me, Jungkook."
You weren't sure where the courage to say that came from. Taehyung had told you about Jungkook's crush on you two summers ago. You knew that by now, that crush had probably faded away, but you didn't want to miss the chance to throw it in his face. Even though you had promised your brother never to reveal it, Jungkook had pushed you too far, and you wanted to make a point.
Jungkook's laughter faltered for a moment, his teasing demeanor replaced by surprise. He glanced at you, searching for any sign that you might be joking.
"You're delusional if you think—"
"Come on, Jungkook. Taehyung spilled the tea about your little summer crush. It's not delusional if it's true."
He sighed, a mixture of frustration and embarrassment crossing his face. "That happened a long time ago. It doesn't mean anything now."
You chuckled, enjoying the shift in the dynamic. "Oh, but it's entertaining to think about, isn't it? Mr. Cool and Confident, secretly harboring a crush."
Jungkook scowled, attempting to regain his composure. 
"That's not the point."
You glanced back at him, a sly smile playing on your lips. 
"Isn't it, though? You love poking into everyone's business, but when the tables turn, suddenly it's not the point?"
He crossed his arms, still clearly irritated. 
"I just don't see why you had to bring it up."
"Maybe I wanted to remind you that we all have our little secrets," you replied, your tone teasing. "Even the mighty Jungkook."
"Fuck you, Y/N."
With that, you left Jungkook standing there, a mix of frustration and contemplation on his face.
You couldn't deny feeling a sense of guilt. Despite Jungkook's irritating nature, and he was undoubtedly that, you couldn't shake the constant questioning of whether you had handled things right with him. Even though he was annoying, perhaps you had gone a bit too far with your words and actions. Bringing up his past crush on you might have been too much. 
The guilt consumed you, and you tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. No matter how much you shifted and turned, sleep eluded you. 
All you could think about was Jungkook.
His embarrassed reaction to your revelation, the way his jaw clenched, and the fact that he was wearing a tank top that showcased the results of a year's worth of intense workouts, his biceps noticeably more defined. And those tattoos and piercings...
You sighed in frustration, irritated that you were thinking about Jungkook in such a way. That annoying guy who seemed to take pleasure in getting on your nerves. You turned to the side, attempting to clear your mind, but it was futile. Thoughts of Jungkook persisted.
Alright, time for a change of strategy. Yes, that could work. 
You tried redirecting your thoughts to Thomas, your date. His kindness, his tenderness, the way he kissed skillfully. But... it wasn't Thomas you imagined kissing you.
It was Jungkook.
That fucking brat.
Goodness, how you despised Jeon Jungkook.
in your mind's eye, it was Jungkook's face inches away from yours. His mischievous smile and those intense eyes capturing your attention. The image shifted to a scenario where his lips met yours, the familiarity and comfort of the imaginary kiss surprising you. You couldn't believe your own mind was playing tricks on you.
In an attempt to push the intrusive thoughts away, you scolded yourself internally. "Get a grip, Y/N. This is ridiculous."
But the vivid images lingered. The mental image of Jungkook's touch, his lips, and the conflicting emotions within you created a tumultuous storm in your mind. 
His body was tempting, even mouth-watering. You knew and had already admitted to yourself before. He was indeed hot, but he was an annoying little boy and worse: your brother's best friend.
You vividly remembered the other day at the pool, Jungkook showing off his toned abs as he sat on the edge of the pool. The water drops ran down his body and you found yourself watching him. He noticed because he laughed softly and you soon went back to your room, but you couldn't take the image of his skin shining in the sun and his hair dripping out of your mind.
Before you knew it, you had two fingers stroking the cotton fabric of your panties. You hesitated, as soon as you understood what you were about to do, but then, the image wouldn't leave your head.
It was instinctive.
You caressed your clitoris through your panties, generating a pleasant friction while you thought about Jungkook and bit your lower lip, trying to keep your moans inside your mouth. Your fingers rotated in a circular motion and you crossed your legs, a little desperate and needing more contact. It was then that you removed your panties and touched directly over your clitoris, swollen by the stimulation and your thoughts. You pressed your fingers on your sensitive spot and rubbed your phalanges up and down while letting out a low moan, almost a sigh. 
Your movements became accelerated and you leaned your body forward, you were almost reaching orgasm, you could feel the walls of your pussy clenching around nothing while you didn't know whether to stick your fingers in your pussy or continue to caress your clitoris. You chose to continue. Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook, that's all you thought. 
His hands marked with veins, his body, his smell. What would his skin texture be like up close? And then, a few seconds later, you came. You came for a long time thinking about Jungkook.
The next day unfolded with an awkward tension between you and Jungkook. Unwilling to confront the embarrassment of your thoughts from the previous night, you made a conscious effort to avoid any interaction with him. As you entered the living room, Jungkook was engrossed in his phone, seemingly equally intent on avoiding you.
Taehyung couldn't help but notice the palpable awkwardness.
 "What's going on with you two? Did I miss something?"
You hesitated, trying to downplay the situation. 
"Nothing, just not in the mood for small talk today."
Taehyung raised an eyebrow, eyeing both you and Jungkook. "Hmm, seems like there's more to it than that."
Jungkook, still engrossed in his phone, mumbled, "Just not feeling it today, Tae."
Taehyung leaned back, a smirk playing on his lips. "Uh-huh, sure. Something tells me there's a lot more beneath the surface."
You shot Jungkook a sideways glance, realizing he was purposefully avoiding eye contact. "Can we drop it, please? Just not in the mood.”
When you returned to your room, you scrolled through your phone and canceled the plans with Thomas scheduled for later. It wasn't because you found it dull; on the contrary, you enjoyed his company. However, you were no longer in the mood to go out with Thomas, tired of your brother's interrogations, and somewhat apprehensive about Jungkook bringing up the previous night. Honestly, the events of last night left you a bit rattled.
You didn't want to stand Thomas up; you were still quite interested in him, but you thought maybe you'd save it for another night. Over three hours passed, and you knew Taehyung would be in his English summer reinforcement class during that time. So, in the quiet of the house with just you and Jungkook, you decided to approach him.
You found him in the living room, engrossed in his phone, barely glancing up as you approached. Clearly aware that with only the two of you at home, it could only be you coming, he made it evident that he had no intention of greeting you or even looking in your direction.
"Hey, Jungkook," you began, hesitating. He lifted his eyes, meeting yours, arching his eyebrows in a silent request for you to continue. "I'm sorry about yesterday."
"Exactly what are you apologizing for?" he said disdainfully, not putting down his phone.
"For bringing up that conversation about you having a crush on me," you barely finished speaking when he scoffed.
"Forget about it," Jungkook rolled his eyes.
You sighed, a hint of frustration in your voice. 
"Can't you at least pretend to accept an apology?"
Jungkook glanced up from his phone, a smirk playing on his lips. "Fine, I pretend. Apology accepted, happy now?"
You shot him a sarcastic smile. 
"Ecstatic. Now, can we move on without the attitude?"
Jungkook leaned back, still smirking. 
"Attitude my ass, Y/N."
"Come on, Jungkook, do you really have to be like this?" Your frustration echoed in your raised voice.
"Y/N, spare me, okay?" He rose from the couch, a tad disheveled, the oversized shirt perfectly complementing his frame. You sighed, the events of the previous night replaying in your mind. "And let's drop this crush nonsense. Yes, I had a brief crush on you because suddenly you looked stunning and your brother had no business spilling the beans. Satisfied? Now, let's just pretend it never happened, alright?"
You crossed your arms, a teasing smile playing on your lips. "Oh, so Mr. Jeon really had a little crush on me? Should I feel honored?"
Jungkook rolled his eyes, but there was a playful glint in them. "Honored? More like mildly entertained. And don't get too ahead of yourself. It was just a passing phase."
You feigned offense. 
"A passing phase? I'm hurt, Jungkook. I thought I was unforgettable."
He leaned in, a mischievous grin on his face. "Oh, you're unforgettable, just not in the way you think."
You couldn't help but laugh. 
"Alright, Jeon, let's call a truce. No more past crushes and no more annoying comments. Deal?"
Jungkook extended his hand, a playful glimmer in his eyes. 
"Deal.”
“Now, can we go back to tolerating each other in peace?"
Jungkook smirked. "Peace it is, Y/N.”
Jungkook's eyes held a depth you hadn't noticed before, and you found yourself drawn to them. The room fell into a brief silence, only broken by the soft hum of the air conditioning.
Jungkook, breaking the silence, leaned in ever so slightly, his gaze lingering on your lips. 
"You know, for a passing phase, you're still on my mind more than I'd like to admit."
You swallowed nervously, feeling the magnetic pull between you two. 
"Maybe it's not just a passing phase then."
In that moment, the distance closed, and your lips met in a soft, unexpected kiss. It was a culmination of tension, teasing, and something unspoken that had lingered for too long.
When you pulled away, both of you wore surprised expressions, realizing the shift in dynamics. Jungkook's usual smirk was replaced by a genuine warmth. 
"Well, that was unexpected."
You chuckled, still processing the moment. 
"Unexpected, but not entirely unwelcome."
Jungkook chuckled. It was a genuine smile that you hadn't seen often because, usually, your interactions were always accompanied by teasing.
"So, I guess the one who got more interested in this crush story was you, huh?" he joked, but still carried a soft tone in his voice.
"Hey, quiet down or I might regret that kiss," you said in a tone similar to Jungkook's, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, really?" he grinned, lightly biting his lower lip.
You couldn't help but smirk at Jungkook's playful demeanor. 
"Maybe," you replied, meeting his gaze with a hint of mischief.
Once again, his smile made you shiver. He tilted his head to the side and with a step closer to you, grabbed your waist, pulling you close and you breathed deeply, feeling his body press against yours. Jungkook was hot, in the literal sense of the word. His heat could be felt even through the clothes he was wearing and you wasted no time and immediately grabbed the back of his head, while the boy pressed his lips to yours once again.
This time, the kiss was intense – his tongue slid over yours and his lips fit perfectly. Jungkook's hands were firmly on your waist and his fingers pressed against your skin through the thin fabric of the dress you were wearing. Your fingers were intertwined at the back of his neck as Jungkook turned his face to give even more intensity to the kiss and, every time his lower lip touched your tongue, you could feel the cold sensation of the piercing that adorned his lip.
Everything was extremely exciting, the way he kissed you with so much desire, the way he slid his hand along the lower part of your back, and how he sighed in the middle of the kiss and you knew it was a thousand times better than your imagination.
Jungkook then slid his lips to your neck. Fuck. Right at your most sensitive point.
Your skin crawled all over and you could feel him pulling you even closer, as if he wanted you to merge and maybe he really did. You felt your hips close enough to feel your body begging for friction, while you moaned softly with the kisses from your brother's best friend.
“Jungkook” you whispered, “Tae will probably be here soon” you swallowed.
“He still takes a while,” Jungkook replied between one kiss and another, running his tongue along your neck.
“I-I don’t know,” you replied.
Jungkook pulled away and looked at you.
"I did something wrong?" he looked confused and you sighed a little frustrated.
"No of course not."
"So?"
"You know what? Screw it” you say, placing your hands on his chest and making him sit awkwardly on the couch. “Make it worth it, Jungkook.”
It was the last thing you said before lifting your dress a little and placing your thighs on either side of Jungkook's body, sitting on his lap and he moaned softly when he felt your hips meeting and his clear bulge beneath his mesh shorts. You smiled satisfied, rolling on his lap and as he grabbed both sides of your ass. He cursed something you couldn’t really hear and you smiled, moving more intensely on top of him.
His tongue caressed the curve of your neck, it was like velvet, taking away every ounce of sanity. It was wrong, you knew it and so did he. Taehyung would freak out if he saw you in that situation with him, you knew that too, but then why did Jungkook's mouth fit so perfectly on your neck? Why was his smell so addictive? Why did his touch drive you completely insane?
His fingerprints touched the skin of your thigh and you caressed the relief of his tattoos that covered Jungkook's arm, the goosebumps were instantaneous and he closed his eyes, tilting his head back. Your nail scratched his arm and, suddenly, his eyes opened, staring at you intensely for long seconds until they kissed again.
The friction between your bodies was constant and you needed more.
You took your hands to the white shirt he was wearing and took it off, leaving his torso bare and you could see up close what you imagined so much the night before. You fingered his chest and Jungkook's abs, as he grabbed your ass again, in desperation. He sighed and you moved slowly, teasing him.
He couldn't help it and a growl came out of his mouth at the same time he kissed every part of your bust exposed by your dress. Jungkook grabbed the straps of your dress and pulled it down, revealing your tits that he immediately cupped; an audible moan left your lips as he tasted your skin, your nipple became hard in his mouth.
You felt his cock getting harder and harder beneath you and you were burning with desire. You needed him. And you knew it was reciprocated because his hands lifted your dress even higher, leaving it bunched up around your belly. You smiled in approval. What else could you do?
Your lips collided once again, in a kiss even more brutal, urgent, carnal and filled with lust.
“Jungkook” you said, between kisses. You honestly didn't want to stop, but you were scared of your brother. You two were in the living room and you had your dress up, wiggling your hips against his best friend lap.
“I don’t want to stop, please don’t ask me to stop” he begged, in a tone of voice you had never heard before. “I need to go all the way, I need to fuck you.”
You shivered at the last part of the sentence. You needed him to fuck you too, you needed him completely. And you were convinced, he had won. Your eyes rolled back as you declared him a silent victory at the way you kissed him again. This time, raising your hips and blindly unbuttoning his clothes, pulling down the shorts and underwear he was wearing in desperation.
Your hands held his fully hard cock. You couldn't see him, but you had already felt it and knew that Jungkook was above average, but you had to break the kiss to admire his cock in your hand, glistening with pre-cum.
Jungkook sighed as you slid your hand, balled into a fist, to the base of his cock, pumping slowly. You could feel the relief that the veins made and it pulsing between your fingers. He moaned your name and that was definitely the sexiest sound you've ever heard.
With his index finger, he pushed your panties to the side and whispered:
“Put my dick in.”
It was a request, but it sounded like an order. You gave a mischievous laugh and slid his cockhead down your entire length until you reached your entrance, which was completely wet. You fit him in and felt the walls of your pussy stretch so his cock could enter. So big, so fuking delicious.
You slowly lowered your hips, grinding on his cock until you felt him all inside. You moaned and he grunted, placing both hands on your ass and slapping it on each side. The crack echoed through the room and you began to move your hips up and down, using your thighs as leverage. You moan loudly as you feel Jungkook still, his cock filling you completely.
Your movements are slow and precise and you bring your face closer to his ear to moan Jungkook's name quietly, just for him to hear.
It was better than he had ever imagined, because he had imagined it too.
And fucking him was much better than touching herself thinking about him.
Your moans again, drawn out and whispered in Jungkook's ear, driving him crazy. He held your hips firmly, leaving you still and began thrusting his hips against yours, so fucking hard. Jungkook completely lost control, it was clear.
You tilt your head back and let him fuck your pussy however he wants, without opposing anything. Your tits were pressed against his pecs while his balls made audible noises as they hit your ass and you felt your heart racing.
Jungkook made strong thrusts as if he were going to pierce you, he hit you deep, being able to feel your cervix and your insides giving in to him more and more.
He felt his balls tighten and you felt his cock pulsing inside you without stopping, while you contracted your muscles to increase even more the friction between the walls of your pussy and his dick moving in and out almost completely inside you.
Your hips collided with force and moans mixed and echoed throughout the living room and neither of you even seemed to remember that, at any moment, your brother could return. But the two of you were too caught up in your own pleasure to remember anything other than this crazy, animalistic instinct to possess each other.
Jungkook's hands, which previously held you so you wouldn't move, became softer so you were able to help him, by moving too. The pace became slower, as the sweat began to drip, but it was still intense.
You lean on the back of the sofa and he looks at you and, feeling his cock throbbing inside you, you realize that both he and you were close to cumming.
“Fuck, the fucking condom” you said and he looked at you a little confused. “I’m not going to let you cum inside, Jungkook. I don’t want to have a mini Jungkook running around my house.”
He laughs, pulling your waist closer and fucking you deeper.
“I bet you’re dying for me to fill you with cum.”
“Shut up” you say in a firm tone, but then you feel his dick hit you deeper and you moan. Jungkook laughs contentedly.
A few more thrusts and Jungkook holds your hips and makes you get off of him. In a quick and desperate movement, he makes you lie down, with your legs open and he positions himself in the middle, kneeling on the sofa, while, with one hand he starts to pump his own cock and with the other, he stimulates your clitoris.
You smile, seeing that he really wanted to cum but was also worried about you cumming too. What a gentleman.
“Focus on me and I’ll focus on you” you say and he nods, while you make him take his hand off his dick and just focus on stroking your clit.
He does it with dexterity, now using his middle and index fingers, making very precise circular movements on your most sensitive point. While you jerk off for him, trying to maintain the same rhythm he did inside you.
You didn't think it through, you just needed to cum. He needed it too.
His dick was towards your belly, and, due to your haste, your dress was in the same direction.
Fuck, he was going to get your dress mess up. You didn't even have time to think of a strategy because he started cumming. The long, white jets of cum covered your skin and dress, making Jungkook weaken and almost stop his movements on your clit.
Jungkook didn't stop, however.
He continued.
And you let go because you were so fucking close.
“Don’t stop, please” you whimpered, as he forced his fingers up and down, looking at you with sharp eyes and an open mouth, moaning your name.
It didn't take long for you to cum either. Intensely in his fingers.
You were screwed, that's all you could think.
How would you stop this?
You hated Jungkook and he was your brother's best friend and he had just fucked you so fucking good.
Oh, Lord.
You looked at each other once more and you both sighed together.
“My brother can’t even dream of what just happened here.” 
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His Shadow Azriel x Reader
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a/n: quick little idea/drabble i had (that could honestly get turned into another series) idk if this has been done before, if it has let me know please, I'll probably delete this. I hope you enjoy :)) <333
synopsis: azriel takes you for granted
Warnings: angst
pt.2
He thought it was poetic, the way the shadows disappeared around Mor. She brightened up his life, literally.  
Never did he think he’d find someone else capable of doing such a thing. Until he met Elaine. 
The change was gradual, so gradual he hadn’t even noticed. 
They stayed with him, at first, treating the once-human girl like any other person. But then she was turned fae, and Azriel’s visits with her began. With each visit, less, and less, shadows joined him. 
He was completely unaware, she stole his focus. 
He felt protective of her, like a precious flower he had to keep from wilting. That protectiveness slowly became something more, a yearning. Even more so when Cassian discovered he was mated to the eldest Acheron.
Though the night Elaine kissed him, everything changed.
They’d sat outside, in her garden, and even though the sky was already dark they’d stayed. Getting lost in conversation. She told him about things she cared about, and he listened. She asked him about himself, and he answered.
 At some point she ended up in front of him, gazing up at his lips. 
She looked so beautiful, illuminated by the stars, surrounded by her lovely garden. A sight he felt lucky to witness. 
When she leaned forward he couldn’t stop himself. He met her halfway, so softly, so gently. But as soon as his lips touched hers, all those feelings for her died. He felt nothing.
The switch in emotions almost gave him whiplash. It was dizzying. 
Underwhelming didn’t feel like the best word for it, but it was the only thing he could come up with. Nothing was exciting about the kiss, nothing revolutionary. It wasn’t like it felt wrong, but it didn’t feel right either. 
Disappointment was what Azriel felt. A little part of him was hoping that maybe the Acheron sister would be his mate. 
It seemed fitting, right? Three brothers, three sisters. But now that her lips were against his, he knew it wasn’t right.  
The spymaster pulls back, taking a step away. Looking at the beautiful woman. Any feelings beyond protectiveness had vanished from his body. Not even a tickle of butterflies when she smiled at him, so obviously delighted with the kiss they shared.
It wasn’t her fault, any male would be lucky to have Elaine. But it was clear to him, that male couldn’t be him.
“It’s getting late, we should head in.” Her face drops at his words, he doesn’t even look at her as he begins leading her inside and back to her room.  
He should say more, apologize, and tell her how he feels so she at least has a reason. Not just silence. But his brain was still reeling from the drastic change in emotions—or lack thereof. No words leave his mouth.
He walks Elaine up to her room. Bidding her a short goodnight before leaving the frowning woman to her own devices.
He kicked himself for hurting her, for allowing it to get that far. Elaine was just so tempting, and he was so hopeful. He kicked himself for that too. 
Of course he wouldn’t have a mate. 
He couldn't even give the poor woman an apology.
It wasn’t until he made it to his room, all the way up in the House of Wind, that he realized no shadows were with him. Not even a whisper reached his ears.  
They’d been with him as long as he could remember, and now they were just gone. 
He couldn’t place the feeling they left in their absence. But he knew he didn’t like it. 
*****
You knew it was unfair of you to be jealous. He didn’t know how deep your devotion ran.  He didn’t see life the way you had, you didn’t even think he saw you as anything other than a servant. 
It wasn’t unfair of you to feel sad about that. 
You’re nothing but shadows to him. When he’s always been everything to you. From the moment he first called to you, when you were barely a flicker of darkness.
But he would never see that. 
Azriel is sound asleep when you slip through the cracks of his door and into his room. 
He hadn’t even called to you. Did he even care you were gone? 
You find yourself taking form, a form of something he could relate to. A beautiful woman, someone like Elaine, or Mor. But you knew you looked nothing like them. Your darkness couldn't captivate beauty like that. Bold and enchanting, like the Morrigan. Pure and innocent, like Miss Elaine.
A sigh leaves your mouth as you curl up in your designated corner, looking at the hands that felt alien to you. Even if you showed him this form, saw him face to face, would he see you any differently?
You doubt it. You’d always be shadows to him.
You were so busy wallowing to yourself in the corner you didn’t see the shadowsinger stir at your sigh. Didn’t see him blink awake, or sit up and look around. 
But you felt it when his eyes settled on you for what felt like the first time. Heard the gasp that left his mouth. 
Your heart stops, frozen in fear for half a second, before it starts again, and you collapse into clouds of darkness.
*****
It was the middle of the night when Azriel woke Rhys up, shouting at him from outside his mental barriers. The worry in his voice was what had the High Lord jumping out of his mate's arms, waking Cassian, and heading to the abode carved into the top of the mountain. 
Azriel paces around the office room, running a hand through his hair. If he wasn’t so stressed he would’ve noticed that his shadows don’t try to comfort him like usual.
“What’s going on?” Rhys asks as he and Cassian walk into the room. Both are in different states of undress with looks of concern on each of their faces.
Cassian immediately notes Azriel’s distressed state, a rare sight considering the spymaster had long ago mastered staying calm and stoic in the face of trouble.
Cassian almost doesn't want to know what has the male so bothered.
“There was something in my room.” 
“What?!” The reactions are simultaneous. Any sign of sleep was immediately gone from both of their faces.
“I think it was a woman… I don’t know I didn’t get a good enough look. It disappeared right after I woke up.”  His fingers grip his hair. Heart still beating fast from the interaction. No one has ever snuck up on him like that. 
He's usually the one doing the sneaking.
His shadows, which had returned sometime after he’d fallen asleep, hadn’t even noticed the stranger, if they had they certainly didn’t warn him. He tries not to feel the nerves that fact struck in him.
“What do you mean, ‘disappeared’?” Cassian asks.
“Exactly what it sounds like, Cass. One second it was sitting in the corner of my room, the next it was gone.” Which made absolutely no sense, the wards surrounding House of Wind forbid winnowing of any kind. 
This was obviously a serious issue, the wards could either be faulty or someone could have found a way around them. 
“Are you sure you it wasn’t just a vivid dream?” Cassian asks, just trying to come with any better explanation.
“Was your encounter with Bryaxis just a vivid dream?” Azriel snaps. There was no way he imagined it. No way.
Rhys diffuses, stepping in with hands raised in surrender. Silently telling Azriel that they were on his side. “What did it look like when it disappeared? Did it look like it was winnowing?” 
The spymaster thinks about it. No. No, it didn’t. 
It was like its body blended with the darkness. Became the darkness. Almost like… Azriel’s eyes widen.
A shadow. 
“What? What is it, Az?” Rhys asks, probably noticing the revelation he was having from the look on his face. 
The shadowsinger's face becomes neutral, as calm as a person with his features was capable of looking. He shakes his head. “Maybe it was nothing. Sorry for waking you guys up. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” Then he left without another word.
Rhys and Cassian share a look. A mix of bewilderment, concern, and exhaustion filled their features.
Azriel waits till he reaches his room to say anything, making sure to close the door behind him before a single word can leave his mouth. “Are you jealous? Is that it? Is that why you always leave around Elaine and Mor? Why you thought it would be fun to scare me and my family? Because I don't give you enough attention?” 
His shadows scatter, detaching from his body, hiding under his bed and in the darker nooks of his room. 
“Don’t hide now. I know it was you, that’s why you didn’t warn me.” He gazes into the dark corners of his room, glaring. How could they keep something like this from him? Hide the fact that they could take form? “Show yourself.”
There was an eerie pause, Azriel’s heart began beating faster. Then the fae lights started to flicker.
With each flash more and more shadows gathered before him. Building on each other. The lights went out completely.
When he turned them back on you stood before him.
The most beautiful creature he’d ever seen.
Pure darkness rose from your body, looking like black smoke. It encapsulates you, different from the way it encapsulates him. The darkness wasn't an extension of your body, it was a part of you, was you, moved with you like it was just another limb.
“My intention was not to scare.” You spoke in a whisper he’d heard many times. A whisper that was most loyal to him. That fulfilled his every beck and call.
Azriel was at a loss for words. You were stunning, a word he'd not known the true meaning of until he laid eyes on you.
“For years, centuries, I’ve followed you. I chose you as my singer. I answered your call.” Tears fill your eyes, but when they fall they dissipate into smoke. Blowing away with a wave of your hand. “I have shown you nothing but loyalty, and care. I’ve sat back while watching you love others and I’ve made peace with it, I’ve accepted our differences.” You suck in a deep breath and steady yourself. “But when I leave, you don’t care, don't even notice.” Your lips tremble, voice breaking as you ask him a question he couldn’t even think to answer. “After everything I’ve done, how can I mean so little to you?” 
Azriel’s mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water. He has so much to say but his vocal cords are tied. He did care, though it was clear he hadn’t shown it enough. He found himself thinking about all the little times the shadows had been there for him, comforting him, caring for him. And now he could put a face to those moments, it wasn’t just shadows, it was you that’d been there for him over the years.  
“So yes, I was sad and mad, and maybe a little jealous... But I wasn’t trying to scare you. I was just- I don’t know! Imagining? Yearning for a life I can’t have?” 
 The fae lights began blinking again making his heart jump with every flicker. He doesn't want you to disappear yet. He opens his mouth to say something but you beat him to it. 
“You don’t have to say anything, I don’t want an apology.” You lift a shadowy hand, wiping your face and steeling yourself. “Don’t fret, shadowsinger, I’m still your faithful servant. I couldn’t refuse your calls even if I wanted to. And I’m okay with that, it’s what I chose. Just don’t expect me to be there for you in moments where you can't even acknowledge my existence.” 
The lights flicker again and you're gone. 
Leaving Azriel to wonder if he’s lost you. Although, he never really had you in the first place.
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GB Patch Games: 2024 Intentions
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[Adorable guest art by @dreamtydraw]
Welcome to 2024, everybody 🥳️
This is the year of Our Life: Now & Forever (and 2025 will be too, but let's not get ahead of ourselves that much). After a good five odd years of making Our Life: Beginnings & Always content, it's amazing to look ahead and see only the progress that will be done on this new game. Qiu and Tamarack are the center of the GB Patch Games universe now. But even though I'm not creating any new OL1 scenes, there may still be some exciting developments for the existing stuff. Cove hasn't been forgotten.
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If you want to know about what will be accomplished specifically in January, you can read that HERE. Now here's the entire year's goals-
Honestly, 2024 is gonna be the most basic year in a very long time, haha. There's not gonna be major launches of new DLCs, or a full game going live, or any bonus Moments. It's simply making progress on OL: N&F. That's pretty normal for game development. It's just not something we've had to go through since 2019. But we're hunkering down for the long haul on this one.
Specifically, Step 1 will be fully completed in 2024 and I'll make as much headway into Step 2 as possible. There will be two updates to the public demo, one probably in May and another sometime in Fall/Third Quarter 2024. Those will focus on Step 1 scenes still. I can't guarantee we'll be able to rework the Step 2 part of the demo with new content this year. As it is, the content was made to be a demo preview. A lot is gonna change for the complete version.
And that's about it for our main game. I appreciate all of you who decide to follow along with the process.
Beyond that, the Our Life: Beginnings & Always digital artbook is going to become available through Steam and Itch.io in early 2024! Maybe not January, but ideally no later than February.
Finger's crossed, we will also launch Our Life: Beginnings & Always for Mac on Steam and make it available for Androids through the Google Playstore. I can't state it with confidence, since there's constantly been roadblocks/issues with those, aha.
My final little note for this coming year is that, potentially, there could be more information coming out about the game that's going into production after OL2, "Project W".
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And that's what you can look forward to. Every year I'm amazed I can continue to do this as my fulltime job. I'm always wondering when that will end, but I'd be lying if I said I could see that point. The support GB Patch Games has gotten, and still gets each day, is more than enough to for it to continue for the rest of OL2's development.
I'm pretty confident in assuming that when that game does launch it's going to be successful enough for Project W to go into full production. It's a truly wonderful thing. Thank you so much for being here. We'll do our best with the time and attention you've given us.
Happy New Year 🥰️
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Some thoughts on why and how I believe Crowley and Aziraphale's relationship would incorporate sex/why I do not read them as wholly asexual:
This is something I've seen the most discourse about in this fandom, and I've had a few thoughts of my own that I really wanted to expand upon in a full meta/character analysis post. I do understand that this can be a contentious topic, so first, let me clarify a few things:
First of all, this is going to be long. Tbh it probably won't be that organized either. I ramble and I'm not very good at editing, so just... you know. Be warned. (*Hi, it's me from 2 days after writing this; I'm really not kidding, it's LONG)
These are all my own thoughts. They might not be hot takes, because recently I've seen more than a few people come to the same conclusions on a lot of these points as I have. But I've also had these notes in my drafts for about a week and a half now, and have been continuously adding to it as things have occurred to me. This post is essentially just somewhere for me to collect the separate but related meta I've been kicking around in my head.
I fully respect anyone who does see and prefer an asexual reading of this relationship. These are my own thoughts and interpretations as someone who is not asexual. I am in the LGBT+ community, so while I do know a few things about the asexuality spectrum, I am by no means an expert.
This is NOT something I expect, need, or even necessarily want the show (or, God forbid, Neil's tumblr ask box) to address. Tonally, it's just not that kind of show. Newt and Anathema's sex scene was very much played for laughs, and it worked for that reason. If the show found a way to address it in a way that was both appropriate for the tone of the show and ultimately satisfying, then great! But there is so much more to this relationship than sex, and I didn't need a kiss to confirm their love, so I certainly don't need a sex scene. As immortal beings (as I assume they'll stay) there is so much of the rest of their lives we'll never get to see. You can headcanon them as asexual and potentially be right. I can headcanon them as not and be equally potentially right. Again, these are just a collection of my own thoughts, because I think the question of sexuality (or lack thereof) is just as interesting a facet of these characters as any other.
Note: Tbh I've been second-guessing this whole post and debated deleting the whole thing several times for being silly or unnecessary, bc I don't want anyone to think that this is the only thing I care about when it comes to this story/characters. But if nothing else, it's inspired me to write in a way that nothing has in a very long time, so I've decided it's worth continuing, if for no other reason than that.
This is going to be a mixed bag of textual reading, subtextual reading, and a full-on reach or two. It's been a while since I've been in an English class, but if my teachers expected me to find a deeper meaning behind blue curtains, you can expect me to read too deeply into the symbolism of a loaded rifle or an ox rib. (This is probably not what my professors had in mind when grading my literary analysis papers but oh well) My point is, if it feels like a reach, I'm as aware of it as you are. I am in no way saying that all (or even any) of my points made were deliberate on the part of Neil or the actors or the writers or the directors. I am no longer the delulu Apple Tree Yard child of my youth, I promise.
If anything said here is in any way offensive or hurtful to anyone in the asexual community, please do not hesitate to message me or comment and let me know exactly what it was. I promise you it is not my intention to do so, and am happy to clarify or outright edit anything that reads that way.
With all that being said, let's talk about why I think Crowley and Aziraphale would absolutely fuck nasty incorporate sex into their relationship.
Note: I am out of practice with essay writing, so I think I'll just go down the bullet points of notes I have been making, and expand on each as best I can
Food
Where better to start than with Aziraphale's introduction to Pleasures Of The Flesh? (Just a heads up, this entire post may feel very Aziraphale-heavy, and with good reason).
This might be the least hot take here. We've all seen the Job minisode. We've all seen That Scene.
Whether this was intentional or not, the symbolism here is off the charts. Eve was tempted by an apple. So why not go a similar route and tempt Aziraphale with another fruit, or cheese, or bread, or literally anything else for his first experience with food? Instead, we go with a huge, glistening slab of fresh meat that he proceeds to absolutely go feral upon, moaning and gasping into his meal while Crowley watches with what definitely doesn't look to be disgust or even satisfaction with a good temptation. There's surprise at the ferocity of Aziraphale's appetite, certainly. But ultimately he looks to be intensely fascinated by it, while the thunder crashes, the music crescendos, and the earth literally shakes around them.
(It's also interesting to note how very little it takes for Crowley to tempt him with the ox rib. One murmured suggestion, a bit of unwavering eye contact, and vavoom Aziraphale immediately meets him in the middle.)
Cut to Aziraphale devouring the rest of the meat with Crowley splayed back on a makeshift bed, drinking wine and continuing to watch him indulge through half-lidded eyes. Outside a thunderstorm rages while they're learning secrets about each other in warm flickering firelight. It's cosy, it's intimate, and if they'd thrown in a bearskin throw blanket, it might as well be a post-coital scene straight out of Game of Thrones.
The next time (chronologically) we see them discuss food is when Aziraphale "tempts" Crowley with oysters in Rome. So Crowley first tempts Aziraphale with meat and then Aziraphale tempts Crowley with what is widely regarded to be an aphrodisiac. Interesting.
And then chronologically after that, the Arrangement begins to form, which has always reeked of a friends with benefits situation. Just to throw that in there.
It's What Humans Do
In the very first episode, we're shown Gabriel's obvious disgust and bewilderment towards Aziraphale eating sushi, calling it "gross matter" and being proud of the fact that he does not sully his body with it. Aziraphale initially tries to defend his own enjoyment in it, before passing it off as something that humans do, as something he simply has to do in order to blend in (which we know very well is not the case).
He does this again in season 2, passing off Nina and Maggie being in love as "something humans do". But it isn't, is it? Angels are beings of love, and can sense it, and understand very well what it is... up to a point. Even romantic love is obviously within their wheelhouse, given what we now know happened between Gabriel and Beelzebub (we'll come back to them).
What the "humans do" that angels wouldn't understand is messy, physical forms of love.
But here's the thing: Aziraphale and Crowley love doing what the humans do. They love drinking, they (or at least Aziraphale) love eating. They love music. Crowley loves driving and sleeping and watching rom-coms and sitcoms. Aziraphale loves reading and doing magic and earning little licenses and certificates for achievement in his various hobbies. They love to playact at being human so much that they've stopped playacting and started building a genuinely human lifestyle for themselves and with each other.
Once together in an unambiguously romantic sense, why do we think they wouldn't also want to explore one of the most prominent, intimate, powerful human expressions of love and desire with each other?
Angels, Demons, & Asexuality
Here's where I really want to clarify that in no way do I mean that sex is necessary for a healthy, fulfilling, and loving romantic relationship, or that the lack of desire for sex makes you any less human. Asexuality is a sexuality as valid and human as any. What I would say is that it is definitely in the human minority compared to allosexuality.
Angels and demons, on the other hand, are predominately asexual. Sexless/genderless unless Making An Effort. (Which, btw, is a concept introduced as early as the original book; why even bring it up as a possibility? Why not keep angels/demons being sexless/asexual as a hard and fast rule, if not to open up the potential for later use? Chekhov's Effort, if you will. And isn't that something that Aziraphale in particular is shown to do time and time again? He makes an effort in French and driving and magic, doesn't he?)
And this is why I don't believe Aziraphale and Crowley necessarily need to be asexual, narratively. There is already a huge amount of ace rep within the angels and demons (and no, not just the horrible ones. Muriel also doesn't "drink the tea" and has no reason or desire thus far to Make An Effort, and there are certainly other angels and demons who aren't horrible like the archangels seem to be who likely wouldn't Make An Effort either).
The central conflict for Aziraphale and Crowley is that they are on their own side, the ones who went native, the ones who are so different in so many ways from their respective hives. It would make sense for them to also break away from traditional angel/demon asexuality.
I say "traditional angel/demon asexuality", because I would also like to note that I would absolutely not rule out demisexuality for either of them. This post is being written to as a response to people who specifically believe that they (like the rest of the angels/demons seem to be) would be sex-averse in a relationship, and that it wouldn't be a factor in their relationship. I could easily read them as demisexual, but I do think there would be no real way of verifying this, because they've never been able to form as close an emotional relationship with anyone else but each other. Certainly not in heaven, and I can't imagine they would be able to form that kind of attachment with any of the humans, who they love and emulate but ultimately regard as the separate species they are. So yes, they could either be allosexual or demisexual, in my opinion.
Then again, now that I think about it, Making An Effort itself could be a great metaphor for demisexuality, since they would be entirely sexless/asexual until they have enough of an emotional connection with someone to consciously manifest otherwise. Since the other angels and demons don't generally form those types of emotional connections with anyone, there hasn't been a precedent for it.
Except...
Brielzebub
We do have a precedent for it now, don't we? Gabriel and Beelzebub fell in love. They are a direct foil for Crowley and Aziraphale's relationship, speedrunning right through their courtship and finding their happily ever after on the other side of things.
For being such a 1 to 1 comparison, it feels deliberate that they did not kiss. They held hands, they were gooey with each other, but they did not kiss. That feels like such a deliberate thing to omit when you know what's to come at the end of the episode between Crowley and Aziraphale.
And going back to the food = sex metaphor for a moment, let's notice how even as they fell in love over the years, even when pints and crisps were there on the table in front of them, they never felt the desire to reach out for them. They didn't need to. It's a date (love story) even if you aren't eating dinner (sleeping together).
Yes, I know Jim liked hot chocolate. No, I am not counting it because I don't consider Jim and Gabriel to be the same person with the same proclivities, and Jim was highly suggestible at the time anyway.
Gabriel and Brielzebub's big happily ever after moment (as of now) was one between two asexual supernatural beings. They did not need to kiss to drive the point home. They showed what Crowley and Aziraphale could have, if they would only acknowledge it.
Crowley & Aziraphale's Dissatisfaction
But they do have that already, don't they? If you really think about it, what do Gabriel and Beelzebub do with each other that Crowley and Aziraphale don't already? They hold hands, they spend time together, they create little rituals, they give gifts, they're visibly and verbally affectionate with each other, etc. They are more or less already in a romantic asexual marriage relationship with each other, aren't they?
And it doesn't seem to be enough for either of them.
At the beginning of the season, Crowley is immediately shown to be unsatisfied with the way things are. Obviously part of it comes from living in his car, but it seems to be more than that (especially since Aziraphale makes it clear that the bookshop is just as much Crowley's as his, implying that he could have been living there the whole time and is choosing not to, for some reason?). You could argue he's feeling unmoored without Hell telling him what to do, but isn't that what he wanted? Isn't that what he still wants, by the end of the season? All season long, he's never indicated the desire for a new job, or a new project. He stopped the apocalypse because he wanted the freedom to openly spend time with Aziraphale, to spend his time on Earth however he sees fit. Until Gabriel arrives, he has exactly that (minus a flat).
So where does the dissatisfaction come from? And if it represents anything to do with his relationship, what does he want out of it that he isn't getting already?
I think Crowley only really comes to the realisation of what he's missing when Nina names it for him, not only putting them in the category of romantic, but physical (outright asking if they are sleeping together). These two posts [1], [2] go into more detail about what I mean, but I think it really pushes him into acknowledging that their relationship is more human than either of them have stopped to consider, and what that might mean as far as everything a human relationship can entail.
After all, Nina and Maggie only advised that he should talk to Aziraphale, make clear his feelings. The decision to kiss him, to tip them over the edge from nonphysical to physical, that was all him. And no, kissing isn't sex, but I wonder how taboo even that might be in the kind of all-encompassing asexuality most angels seem to identify with. (If they're disgusted by food and drink, I can only imagine what they think of snogging, much less sex.)
Aziraphale doesn't have this moment of someone observing their relationship from the outside. He loves Crowley, and as of 1941 probably even knows he's in love with him in a way that Crowley doesn't understand yet. Which makes sense, since love is technically his job, he'd be more likely to recognise it for what it is.
However, Aziraphale's reference for romance and relationships is Jane Austen. It's chaste. It's dancing and dinner and doing sweet things for each other and roses and candles and handholding. He contextualises his love for Crowley in that soft fantasy sort of way, where it's there, it's obviously there, but it's neat and easy and unspoken. Not to quote Glee in this, the year of our lord 2023, but it's all very "the touch of the fingertips is as sexy as it gets".
Someone should tell that to Aziraphale's face, then.
I'm not going to pretend I know what Michael Sheen's script notes were, but there were definitely some Choices™ made. Because yes, there were plenty of moments in both seasons with Aziraphale looking at Crowley in a sweet, loving, smitten way. And then there were moments that were yearning.
But yearning for what, exactly? All of those sappy Jane Austen tropes already apply to the two of them. So why are there moments where Aziraphale is looking Crowley up and down like the last eclair in the window and licking his lips and visibly exhaling like he's trying to get in control of himself (see: Bastille scene + Crowley telling Muriel to ask him if they have any other questions about love)? Why is Aziraphale not only unconcerned when Crowley shoves him bodily up against a wall in s1, but staring at his lips and a beat too late in noticing Sister Mary's arrival? Why are some of his lines so suggestive? I'm sorry, but the car ride after the church explosion might as well have been the beginning of a Pizza Man porn with a really weird Blitz theme. If even my mother picked up on that vibe, I can't imagine it wasn't intentional on part of both the dialogue and the delivery.
(This section may feel like more of a reach/joke, but I'm really only 20% joking. These are writers and actors who are EXTREMELY good at their jobs; they know what they were doing here.)
More importantly, I don't think Aziraphale is even aware that there is more to what he wants. He lives in the Jane Austen fantasy and it never even occurs to him that he might be interested in anything further. It never even occurs to him that, as an angel, there is anything further to be interested in in the first place. Until Crowley forces it to occur to him. Just like I believe Nina forced Crowley to confront the idea that romantic love is what he's been feeling all along, I believe Crowley forced Aziraphale to confront the idea that physical intimacy is something he's been wanting, without even realising.
Aziraphale's Hedonism
Expanding on Aziraphale for a moment. We talked about his relationship with food, but we all know that Aziraphale is defined by his love of things that Feel Good.
It isn't just that he and Crowley love human things. Aziraphale loves the best of the best, or at least his version of it. He doesn't just love food, he loves going to fancy restaurants. He doesn't just love clothes, he loves soft, cosy, warm, plush clothes, or shiny, flashy, bougie fashion. He loves the warmth of tea and cocoa, loves getting drunk, and sitting in a comfy chair in the sunlight. He doesn't just experience, he indulges.
Given the emphasis put on things that Aziraphale loves just because they Feel Good, it feels narratively strange to assume that he wouldn't enjoy the feeling of being touched, or that he wouldn't be willing to try it, at least once, with someone he cared very deeply for. And just like the ox rib, I think that once he gets the first taste of things, he would absolutely tip over into complete and utter self-indulgence.
Dancing
I also think that dancing could be construed as a huge metaphor here. After all, we're told flat-out that angels don't Dance. Except one.
I would argue that Aziraphale, in fact, Made An Effort to learn how to Dance. He threw himself into the gavotte with delight (at a Victorian gay club; noted) and worked hard to be good at it. He's chomping at the bit to Dance with Crowley, working up the nerve to ask him with undeniably romantic intent and eagerness. So, angels don't Dance... unless they Make An Effort to do so.
We are told that demons, on the other hand, do Dance, but not well. Makes sense, since they're the ones who would want to encourage a deadly sin like lust, but have as little understanding of human love and physical intimacy as the angels. Crowley, however, is shown to be an excellent dancer at the ball, especially in his compatibility with Aziraphale.
(But Aziraphale WandaVisioned the ball so everyone knew how to dance! Yes, he did. However, the rest of the brainwashing doesn't seem to affect Crowley in any way, and they did actually live through the time period where this sort of dancing was a social norm; I'd be surprised if he never needed to learn. After all, the demons can't spell either, and Crowley is at least functionally literate, as far as we know.)
As of today, it's also been confirmed that when Aziraphale asked Crowley to dance, Crowley replied with "you don't dance." Not "WE don't dance". So going along with the metaphor, Crowley is just now discovering that Dancing is something Aziraphale is interested in at all, much less with him, and not denying that he himself is interested in Dancing. In his defense, I believe he was asleep for a few years while Aziraphale was learning the gavotte, so he wasn't exactly aware of Aziraphale's hot girl summer.
Love Languages
I want to expand on that; Crowley and Aziraphale's compatibility. Specifically in regards to their individual love languages.
We all know Crowley's love language is Acts of Service. I don't think there's any debate there. He loves it, Aziraphale loves it, they're both aware of it, we're all aware of it, God and Satan are aware of it, no surprise there.
You may disagree with me, but I believe Aziraphale's love language is Physical Touch, for a number of reasons. One of which being his aforementioned hedonism. Aziraphale likes things that Feel Good, remember? He likes soft clothes, and well-worn books. Neil himself has said that they like holding hands. And any time he is taken by surprise (Brielzebub getting together, the wave of love in Tadfield, etc.) what is the first thing he does? Reaches out for Crowley. He stops him with a hand to the chest in the pub. He leads him by the hand to the dance floor. He guides him by the waist in the graveyard. He reaches out during the entire Brielzebub scene, whether he can reach Crowley or not. Despite his own turmoil, he grasps at Crowley's back during the kiss.
The one time Crowley reaches out for him (not counting the kiss yet; we'll get there), he is aggressively pushed against a wall (by someone he loves and trusts) with a complete and utter lack of concern (and perhaps some interest, depending on how you read it).
And when he isn't reaching out for anyone, or there isn't anyone to reach out to? Well, he's wringing his own hands together, squeezing his own fingers, as if to find that physical comfort in himself.
So. With that theory in mind, we have Aziraphale (Physical Touch) + Crowley (Acts of Service). Throw in 6000+ years of deep love, cherished companionship, and forcibly repressed longing, and there is a very real potential of this combination resulting in fierce sexual compatibility. Where Aziraphale would want to touch and be touched, to indulge in physical pleasure with someone he adores, in the same the way he indulges in every other fine thing in his life. And where Crowley would want to indulge him in return, to give him everything he wants, and to take pleasure in Aziraphale's pleasure, in the same way he enjoys watching him take joy in food everything else.
So Aziraphale is an angel who is insecure about his own less-than-holy desires, who would want to treat Crowley like a luxury to be touched and cherished and adored. And Crowley is a demon who has, over the millennia, been unhappy about how they've been forced to deny even their friendship with each other, who would want Aziraphale to feel comfortable and safe and encouraged to indulge in earthly delights. That sounds like a stunning recipe for sexual compatibility to me.
"You said 'trust me'" / "And you did"
Just like the Job minisode, the Blitz is RIFE with symbolism (intentional or otherwise). This one will be quick, but I did want to touch on it because I thought it was interesting. Maybe I'm reaching at this point, but I'm assuming you read the tin.
First of all, Crowley not wanting to admit to never firing a gun before; comes off as someone who very much does not want to admit to their crush that they're a virgin ("You must have done this lots of times!" / "Umm.... yyyyyeah.")
(You could make the argument that Aziraphale having a firearms license and a Derringer in a hollowed-out book is symbolic of him not being a virgin while Crowley is. I disagree, for reasons I'll go into later, but it's a valid reading. However, I see it more like keeping a condom in your wallet; it's there in case you need it, but the opportunity has not yet risen no pun intended.)
More importantly, the theme of this entire minisode is trust. We already know they trust each other with their lives against the rest of Heaven, Hell, and the world. But specifically, this is about the importance of having complete trust in your partner in a charged, physically vulnerable, intimate moment, where the only danger is between the two of you.
Aziraphale needs to believe Crowley would never hurt him if he can help it. Crowley needs to trust Aziraphale's unwavering blind faith in him. Frankly, it all feels very symbolic of two people deeply in love losing their respective virginities with each other.
The trick is a success, and they share an intimate candlelit dinner in which they reaffirm their faith in each other. Aziraphale also begins to voice his agreement with Crowley, that maybe Heaven's rules shouldn't have to be as black and white as they are, and that there are benefits to... blurring the lines, shades of grey, wink wink (at which point even my mom was like, whoa guys, this is a family show).
Btw also: Can we all agree how much it looked like Crowley was getting ready to get a lapdance in that one scene? You know the one.
Also also: "Aim for my mouth"? Come on.
The Birds & The Bees
Now that I think of it, there's also something to be said for the fact that Crowley and Aziraphale are both obviously familiar with where babies come from (how they're made and how they're born) while the other angels aren't.
Something something Aziraphale and Crowley fundamentally understand sex and reproduction in a way the other angels (and probably demons) very much do not, nor have any desire to.
Probably not important. Just thought it was worth mentioning.
The Kiss™ & Religious Trauma
The Kiss. Where to even begin?
This has definitely been the hardest one to start, because there is so much going on here that I definitely won't be able to cover it all, and will certainly miss a few things here and there.
Aziraphale's reaction to the kiss afterwards is the most interesting to me. And I don't mean directly after, I don't mean the "I forgive you" part. I mean the way he touches his lips when Crowley is no longer in the room and he no longer needs to save face, when he is completely alone. Had it been directly after the kiss, it would have been rightfully read as horror, or disgust, a shield to discourage further action.
It's not. It isn't just a touch, it's a press. As desperate and angry and unexpected and imperfect as the kiss had been, Aziraphale is pressing it into himself, recreating the feeling as best he can. Beneath all the poor timing and shock and hurt from their fight and fallout, I think it's fair to say that it was something he enjoyed. Something he doesn't think he should enjoy, something that Feels Good that he only allows himself to indulge in when completely alone.
Remember, Aziraphale's idea of love is Jane Austen and gentleness and courtship and fantasy. If he'd ever even considered kissing an option, it might have been gentle pecks, cheek kisses, forehead kiss, hand kisses. Soft, safe, chaste affection.
Crowley's kiss turns all of that on its head. He introduces physical intimacy in a very real, very messy, very human way that I don't think Aziraphale ever even considered could apply to them. Considering what other angels are like and what they look down on, even Aziraphale's Jane Austen fantasies probably would have been considered taboo.
So for their first kiss to be rough and desperate and passionate in the way it was, of course he was confused and in shock. It was deeply physical, and as overwhelming and awful as it was in the moment, it Felt Good. Enough that he grasped at Crowley and kissed back, if only just for a moment, before stopping himself. Enough that he actively pressed it into his lips afterwards, in private, to remember.
I adore how Neil has decided to evolve these characters past the first book/season. More so in this season, Aziraphale and Crowley have both become such interesting allegories for queer people on either side of the spectrum of toxic religion. Aziraphale in particular obviously, because he is the side that so desperately wants to believe, to make a difference, and to unlearn all of the propaganda he's been fed over such a long time. Just like so much of organised religion, there is so much that he is told, time and time again, that he should not want, that he is silly or stupid or outright wrong for wanting. It reminds me so much of the severe Catholic guilt one might feel for wanting/engaging in sex for the first time, and the stigma of being queer layered on top of that.
What is so critical to Aziraphale's character is that he goes on wanting, and more than that, actively pursues. He was convinced to go up against Heaven and Hell and stop all of Armageddon because he wanted to go on listening to music and eating lunch and reading books and enjoying the simple company of the person he cares most deeply for, even if that person is supposed to be the enemy.
All this to say that if angels are as generally asexual/sex-averse as I believe them to be, narratively speaking, it would make sense for Aziraphale to be singular in that regard as well. Mirroring his first experience with food, it would make sense for Crowley to be the one to first introduce this new messy, physical, human dynamic between them, for Aziraphale to hesitate (obviously we are at the Hesitation phase at the moment), and then (eventually) for him to dive in wholeheartedly, to absolutely glut himself on this new thing that Feels Good. It would make sense for his character development to show him overcoming his metaphorical Catholic guilt and pursuing the sexual intimacy most (if not all) of the other angels would scorn.
(I can't help but remember that plot idea Neil described from the unwritten sequel, with Aziraphale in a hotel room trying to watch a full porno by way of the free 2-minute teaser clips so he wasn't technically sinning by paying for it. I so hope this is used in season 3, because gosh, I wonder why Aziraphale would suddenly be so interested in observing human physical intimacy after 6,000 years. Lonely and doing a little surreptitious research there, angel?)
Crowley, on the other hand, is the queer person who has broken free from his toxic religion. He prides himself on being his own person, on their his own side. He doesn't have the hang-ups Aziraphale does. He doesn't worry that he's going to be judged or cast aside for wanting things he's not supposed to. So it only makes sense for him to be the first one to suggest/initiate physical intimacy. It makes sense for him to be the one who "goes too fast" (another fantastic example of this dynamic beginning as early as s1; what is that conversation in the car meant to represent, if not Aziraphale being overwhelmed by the intensity of their relationship, and his fear of succumbing to it when he believes he shouldn't? It's also interesting that this is the first conversation to take place in Soho, just after watching Aziraphale realise he's caught feelings for a demon, with the red glow of lust serving as the backdrop).
Do I think the kiss in and of itself was sexual? No. I think it was a passionate and devastating last-ditch effort on Crowley's part to convey the way he feels for Aziraphale. Not just that he loves him, but that he loves him in the most human way possible. But I do think that the kiss represents how they can move forward from here, and what they might want to explore with each other once they feel free enough to do so.
In Conclusion
I am sure, deep in my bones (unless we are explicitly told otherwise), that this was both of their first kisses no, I'm not counting the gavotte, and that neither of them have ever thought to do anything else physical with the humans while they have been on Earth. Like I said before, they adore the human race and lifestyle in general, but ultimately view them as a separate species altogether, and they seem mostly happy to keep to themselves and each other, unless otherwise necessary. I just can't see either of them being drawn enough to a human to pursue anything close to sex. If Crowley in particular has had anything to do with sex in the context of temptations, I'm positive he would be inciting lust amongst the humans themselves, not involving himself directly. At least not that directly.
So, like every other human experience they've had on Earth, sex is something new that they could explore together, just the two of them, on their own side. A deeply intimate, tangible declaration of their love and everything they've gone through to earn it. A visceral finger to give both Heaven and Hell. A renewed appreciation for their corporations and for each other's. A enjoyable method for immortal beings to simply pass the time in each other's company. A new and exciting way to Feel Good, and all the variations that come with it.
You might agree with this post, or you might not. Whether this is something that is ever addressed or not, it doesn't matter to me. This is a brilliant love story either way, and I genuinely feel so privileged to witness it.
But I just can't find it in myself to imagine, given everything we know about these two characters, that sex isn't an experience they would both consume with wholehearted enthusiasm, curiosity, and profound, ineffable adoration.
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Bonus feature: the very silly notes I made to myself that inspired this post
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PRIVATE LESSONS – Sanji x female reader
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Summary: on what is supposed to be another of your private cooking lessons, you and Sanji get closer... in a very intimate way.
Pairing: Sanji x female reader.
Word count: 2k.
Warnings: pure fucking, dirty, obscene fingerfucking smut, some plot, heavy hand kink, eye contact, language (also reader thinks herself as a slut at some point), fingering, cum play(?), semi-public, praising, pet names (darling, sweetheart, good girl...).
Notes: this is just full of smut so yeah. Idk, this is my realization that I am a Sanji whore. Enjoy you sinners. And I'm sorry for any errors as English is not my main language. (I'll keep apologizing for this lol).
Probably will make a part 2 to consumate this shit, but I can't promise I will...
GEN MASTERLIST!
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Months ago, you started at the Baratie as a waitress but your biggest wish was cooking. And Sanji was there to help you with that. You had absolutely no idea how to start, lucky for you, the blonde chef of the restaurant was aware of your dreams. So you started lessons after your shift.
"Can't deny the wishes of a pretty thing like you," you remembered Sanji saying when you finally asked him to teach you. He winked and put a playful smirk on his lips.
Yes, Sanji was a flirt - but he was a flirt with everyone. So you never took personally his random comments and hits, until you started your cooking classes.
The Baratie was always closed and there was no one but Sanji and you in the kitchen. He had started with the basic stuff, like chopping vegetables and soft meat, and making easy entries and sidedishes.
There was a problem though. This was almost the fourth week you were receiving his lessons and you found out there was something distracting you a lot recently: his hands.
His beautiful, strong hands, that, in a delicate manner, would slice a fish and would convert it in the most delicious dish you ever tasted ever. You became so immersed in his hands doing little to nothing. Even if Sanji wasn't cooking, just fixing his hair or having a cigarrette, everything you could keep your focus on was his beautiful fingers, sometimes wearing pretty rings and jewels around them. And the way the veins on his big hands would appear... Gods, your mind started to wonder a lot of things and it was becoming difficult keeping your focus on the special salad you were preparing that night.
"You're doing great, love," Sanji whispered, staying right behind you and monitoring carefully your chopping like an inspector.
His sweet words were no help for you at all. With a deep breath, you finished with the last eggplant. Sanji immediately came closer and leaned behind your back, and you controled the loud gasp that was about to burst. You felt his strong body pressed against your own, and he suddenly grabbed your hand still holding the knife to start chopping a small piece of the eggplant you just finished. His arms were now sorrounding your figure as he guided softly on how you were supposed to cut it.
"Just make sure to cut them like this, see?"
All you could give was a nod. Fuck, you felt so embarrassed, hypnotized by his hands working on the must mundane activities in the whole world, grabbing firmly the knife between his fingers.
Those thick fingers you fantasized about late at night; not letting you pay attention to the important things Sanji would say to you about cooking. Those fingers you wished to have inside you right now, to lick them, to suck on them until they were completely dry... You rub your thighs together and try to keep your thoughts locked to continue with the lesson.
"Yeah, I see now. Thanks, Sanji," you were surprised you were actually able to talk.
You heard his chuckle behind you before shifting and come by your side, leaving you free of his grip and the warmth of his hands that you were already missing.
"Lets plate then."
Sanji guided you on how to place each ingredient on the bowl, making it harder for you to follow his pace. It took longer than you expected, but you were trying to keep your shit together; your skirt and shirt suddenly felt too tight on your figure and you tried to not rub your thighs, even if you wished for some friction right now.
Once the bowl was done, Sanji took the small plate with the sauce you prepared earlier and gave it a delicate taste, licking the spoon with his tongue.
Why did he look so hot just by doing anything? Was he aware of the effect he had in you lately? Was he teasing you? Or where you just hot and bothered already? No answer you had for any of those questions.
Sanji wrinkled his brows, savoring the sauce with such delicacy, and after a moment or so of thinking he looked at you.
"I think something is missing," he said.
"What? I put everything that was on the recipe for the sauce." In a swift move, you took the spoon from his hand and had a taste yourself. "Seems okay for me."
The chef tsked. "Darling, you need to taste it differently. Deeper, go further than usual."
Sanji dipped his forefinger on the sauce and brought it to your lips. With hesitation, you opened your mouth and licked the sauce from his finger, not only tasting the sauce but savouring the moment. Was he aware of how you looked at his hands? You were not going to question it. Not when you carefully wrapped your soft lips around him, closing your eyes slowly, arousal building up between your legs. His words were no help either, it was like if he was testing the waters and so were you.
You felt Sanji pulling out his finger from your mouth and you let out a soft moan. You wanted to snap yourself. He smirked, he obviously heard your pretty noise.
"Sorry..." you were ashamed but the burning desire was growing and winning over you. What a fucking slut, you thought to yourself. It didn't matter right now. You just had a taste of his fingers.
"So what'd you say?" Sanji interrupted the voice inside your head.
Your dark eyes looked intensely his charming blue ones. "I still think the taste is good."
Sanji leaned down, almost brushing your lips and looking like if he was forcing himself to not press his lips to yours right there and then. Until he did. He captured your lips in a heated and rough kiss, his tongue finding its way into your mouth and tasting the sauce and the sweetness of your plump lips. One of his hands cupped your cheek and the other pulled you closer, forcing your back to press against the counter. Now, you were trapped between his body and the surface.
A moan escaped your throat and Sanji happily swallowed it on the heated make out session you shared. He lifted you up so you were sitting on the empty side of the counter, taking shallow breaths, as he stood between your parted legs, stroking the skin of your thighs without any rush.
"I've noticed you look at my hands so attentively," he mumbled, biting your lower lip softly. You gasped, but he continued. "Why's that?"
His question left you speechless for a moment. Did he really need to ask?
"Sanji, I already licked your finger..."
His palms traced their way under your skirt, and his fingers teased your inner thighs, finding the fabric covering your wet core.
"Well, darling, doesn't that mean we can go further? Deeper?"
"Go ahead then," you mumbled, full of lust. Your skin was aching already for him and this was all you needed to feel complete. Him.
With that, his fingers rubbed you softly over your panties, pressing on the wet patch you were already making. Sanji smirked and he leaned to pay attention to the delicate skin on your neck. His lips pressed soft kisses, leaving a trail of them, until he found the sweet spot that made you melt into his touch, nibbling and sliding his tongue against your neck until he met your collarbone.
"Sanji..." the soft whimper past your lips and you held your breath, eyes closed as he hiked up your uniform skirt and puts aside the panties covering your core from him.
His name falling off your lips made his cock inside his trousers twitch, restraining himself to not fuck you right there in the counter until the only thing that was on your mind was his name and only him. Right now, he decided he would take care of you first. As you deserved it.
"So fucking wet for me, sweetheart," he groaned, forehead pressing against yours.
His fingers found your pussy, spreading your folds softly, coating them with your already dripping juices. Sanji rubbed your clit and he teased your entrance, going at an agonizing rhythm. All you wanted was for him to fuck you with his fingers. Now. You started to grind your hips, needing some more friction, knowing he would get the hint of your despair.
"Please, Sanji," you whined.
Sanji chuckled, and you felt pathetic for begging. You could tell he was enjoying your squirm. His free hand cupped the nape of your neck forcing your dark eyes to look at his own directly.
"Look at me," Sanji ordered. "Do not dare to close your eyes, darling."
You bit your lip and nodded, gripping tightly the edge of the counter.
"Good girl," he whispered with a raspy voice, and with a lustful smile on his lips. "I want to see you come undone."
And with his statement, he eased one digit inside your velvety walls. You moaned louder this time.
"Fuck, you're so ready for me," Sanji growled, noticing how obvious the ache between your thighs was. "You're perfect, darling," he cooed against your lips. His praising caused your walls to clench around him, gaining another dark smile from the blonde man.
The thrusts of his finger started in a delicate pace. Instantly, your eyes clenched, breath hitching, as he filled you up. Sanji gradually increased his pace, curling his finger to reach your deepest spot, and you felt your juices coating your thighs with his moves.
"You look at me, don't forget," Sanji whispered, his other hand now cupping your cheek. You obeyed, opening your eyes for him.
A second finger made its way inside your cunt and he pumped them harder this time. Your legs were spreading wider, moaning against his lips, dying to kiss him one more time. But you tried your hardest to mantain the deep eye contact, realizing where you were right now. In the empty kitchen of the Baratie, with the blonde chef between your legs, fucking you with his pretty fingers. Those he protected and took care of so attentively.
And now, the only place Sanji wanted to have his fingers on was inside of you. You looked flushed, sweaty and simply gorgeous, cyring and whimpering. All for him. Your pussy was throbbing and you let a rather loud and erotic moan.
"Shit, I'm so close," you cried.
"Just come for me, beautiful..."
His lips catching your swollen ones in a heated kiss. He curled up his fingers, thumb rubbing your clit softly. Your hips trying to meet the thrusts of his hand desperately, your smooth walls clenching around his digits. Sanji realized he enjoyed the control and power he had over you as you reached your heavenly climax. He loved it more than he could ever think of.
Your body trembled, and finally, you felt sweet release hitting you, walls spasming in ecstasy around his fingers. Foreheads still touching, eyes locked as he watched you come undone. Exactly like he wanted it to be.
You moaned his name under your breath over and over, filled with pleassure. Sanji felt your thighs closing and your pussy contracting around his digits. He let you catch your breath for a moment, enjoying the heat of your body. For the first time, Sanji then pulled away his forehead, remaining still between your legs, and slowly removing his fingers from your throbbing cunt, eyes looking directly to your wetness.
Still covered with your juices, Sanji used both his hands to spread your folds obscenely to get a better look at your pussyhole. Fuck, you felt so exposed to him, but you couldn't care less. You had a mindblowing orgasm just moments ago.
"Fuck-" you cried.
"So beautiful," he praised. Again, you whimpered and your hips bucked a little.
Sanji pushed a finger slowly inside you, just to gather more of your sweetness, so he could finally have a taste. He licked both fingers he used on you before, humming like he had found the best meal in days.
"So how is it?" you finally asked, teasing him.
"Sweetheart, you're delicious."
You laughed softly, realising you totally forgot about the dish you were preparing that night. "Is this included on your private lessons, Sanji?"
"Only if you want," he leaned down to share a last kiss, this time more gentle than the others.
He already knew your answer.
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tetsumie · 7 months
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“𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘” — 𝐏���� 𝟐
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read part 1 here!
pairing: kuroo x reader & kenma x reader
genre: hurt/comfort
a/n: hello !! sorry for being gone for soooo long D: i wasn’t doing well and was in a really bad place mentally.. (plus burnout 😓😓) but regardless tysm for all the love in the first part of this fic! i appreciate u all sm and i’ll work on getting asks in! thank u for being so patient w me !! luv u :D
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kuroo tetsuro
you woke up late today and weren't surprised that kuroo had already left for work by the time you woke up. but he did leave you a post-it note saying he made breakfast leftovers for you in the fridge.
you smile at the thought that kuroo took the time out of his day to make some food especially in the morning. however, as you're getting ready for the day, your eye catches the lunch bag that's sitting on the kitchen bar countertop.
"this idiot," you mumble, shaking your head with a smile on your face. you pull out your phone and shoot him a text.
y/n: thanks for the breakfast it was really good
tetsu: im glad :)
y/n: also you left your lunch at home stupid
tetsu: oh shit
tetsu: can you drop it off for me? i cant come home to pick up, im in a meeting rn
y/n: yeah that's fine
tetsu: thanks baby ill kiss u when i see u
tetsu: love u 2 the moon and back !!
y/n: ur so weird
y/n: love u 2 the moon and back <3
a few hours pass by and now you're taking the bus to head to kuroo's office with his lunch bag in hand. before leaving the house, you decided to swap his current lunch which was some leftovers with his favorite food, grilled salted mackerel.
you enter his office floor and are greeted by the office receptionist from the floor. "i'm just here to drop off some food for kuroo-san."
"oh yes, right this way," she stands up and opens the office door for you and points out where his room is.
as you're about to knock on his door, you hear his voice from the other side. "i'm not sure if i can come out tonight to eat kenma. y/n probably wants me home, you know how clingy they get sometimes."
your heart sinks to the floor.
has he always thought of me this way? clingy? i didn't mean to act that way? i just like being in his company. i didn't mean to be clingy. i didn't know he felt that way...
"anyways, i'll call you back kenma. i gotta get back to work. see ya later" he ends the call.
you take a deep breath, standing in front of the door, thinking about kuroo's words to his best friend. before you could even knock, the door opens and you're greeted by kuroo.
"oh y/n! you should've texted me you were here!"
you let out a laugh that sort of dies in your throat. "oh um i just wanted to surprise you that's all."
"come in, let's eat together. you can see the beautiful downtown view from here," he tries to usher you inside his personal office room.
you're a little uncomfortable so you hold yourself back from going on, "maybe another time, yeah? i gotta head back. i've got a lot of work to do with college and work and stuff."
"no yeah of course, i get it. work hard! but first..." kuroo smiles and before you can pull away, he kisses you on the head. "i'll see you when i get home. love you!"
too ashamed to even look at him as you walked out of his office, you just wave to him with your back facing him as you walked away.
you're now sitting on the bus on the way home, thinking about the way he called you clingy. "you know how clingy they get.." has he always thought i'm clingy? has he just been putting up with my annoying habits? i thought he liked the way i treated him. i didn't know he thought it was clingy.
you're trying to look back at your actions and now it's all coming back to you.
you're always trying to kiss him, hug him, cuddle him. you're always talking to him about random things from an occurrence at the grocery store to some new show you're watching. literally last night, you both were cuddling while watching a new episode of kuroo's favorite sit-com and you were running your fingers through his hair.
it all made sense.
you were clingy.
and he wanted space.
you were going to respect that.
kuroo comes home later that evening and announces himself with an "i'm home!"
you're on the dining table with the computer open, working on some new assignment and you smile at him. "welcome home," you say with a smile.
he's expecting you to get up and come over and hug him like you usually do but to his surprise, you continue to look back at your computer.
he assumes you're just busy and doesn't think much of it.
kuroo heads into the shared bedroom to unwind from his hectic day at work. he takes a shower and changes into some pajama pants and is now heading back to the living room to see what you're up to.
you're still sitting on the dining table with all your notebooks splayed out and computer open, working on what seems to be some really big project. he plops down next to you and starts squinting at the screen. he starts poking you to grab your attention from the screen.
"the mackerel was really good today."
"that's good."
silence envelops the atmosphere between the both of you until kuroo decides to speak again.
"what are you working on?"
"college stuff."
"maybe take a break now?" he suggests.
"i can't. it's due soon," your voice flat. "if you want dinner, there's some leftovers i made in the fridge."
"alright," he replies, getting up from the chair to the kitchen to warm up some food.
his shoulders droop a little. he was hoping to spend some time with you. but he is aware that something is off with you. he's not sure what it is but he knows something isn't right. you haven't given him a single kiss or even a hug since he's been back and your usual sarcastic remarks are gone.
you've barely even acknowledged his presence.
"maybe it's just an off day?" is what he convinces himself.
but those "off days" are starting to become more consistent.
you're out of bed before he wakes up in the morning and you barely talk to him when he comes home. you always end up sleeping after he falls asleep and he can't even stay up because of how exhausted he gets after work. the amount of physical affection has declined from you and every time he texts or talks to you, your replies are barely existent.
it feels like he's living by himself. when did it get so cold?
on the other hand, you think it's going well! you haven't been all up in his business lately. you're giving him the space he wants. you're hoping that kuroo is feeling much happier since you're smothering him less. sure, you miss getting to hold and cuddle him but this is what he wanted, right?
now that the week is over, kuroo is hoping to spend the weekend with you.
that morning, kuroo sets an alarm to wake up earlier than you in hopes of spending some extra affectionate time with you. however, the moment he wakes up, the other side of the bed is empty and cold.
he has no choice but to get out of bed to see where you are. there's no way you're up right now. at 7 am on a weekend? no way.
he walks out of the room and he feels his heart chip. you're sleeping on the couch, slightly shivering because the blanket you're using barely covers you. have you been sleeping on the couch this past week? why didn't i notice? kuroo begins to internally berate himself right now for letting you sleeping on the couch for this past week right under his nose.
with no hesitation, he bridal-style carries you back into the shared bedroom and tucks you under the duvet cover and comes back into bed.
however, you've already woken up and you sit up on the bed, startled. "w-what? where am i?"
he scoffs, "i brought you in our bedroom idiot."
"oh," you're now grabbing your stuff and climbing out to go back to the couch but kuroo stops you by grabbing your arm.
"where are you going?"
"to the couch?"
"but this is our bedroom?"
"no, this is your bedroom," you emphasize.
"y/n." his tone feels cold to you. "talk to me."
"we are talking, are we not?"
he starts scratching the back of his neck. "yes but you know it's not the same. what's going on baby?"
his hand to tries to reach your cheek to stroke it with his thumb but you turn away and immediately stand up from his bed. "it's okay kuroo, please go back to sleep. it's the weekend, you should rest."
his heart chips at the gesture. why are you avoiding him like this? what did he do? what happened to 'tetsu?'
"it's tetsu to you," he mumbles.
you open your mouth but shut it and cast you eyes away from his stare down at the floor.
"it's always been tetsu to you," he states.
you're still silent and he takes it as his queue to continue speaking.
"baby, everyday i come home from work and you barely acknowledge me. you're always busy doing 'college stuff' or something else. you barely hug me or even kiss me anymore. what happened? what did i do? did i do something wrong? did i overstep my boundaries? are you mad at me about something? please i wanna know what i did wrong so i can fix myself."
your heart softens at his words and you begin to immediately reassure him.
"there's nothing wrong with you... nothing has ever been wrong with you... i just want to work on giving you your space. i know that you think i'm clingy and so i wanted to work on just giving you room to breathe. i know i can be a little too much sometimes. i'm sorry for not realizing how clingy my actions were sooner. i'm sorry i-"
he immediately walks over to you and brings you to his chest, hugging you tightly. your eyes slightly widen. "don't you dare fucking apologize. it's not your fault. shit, it's never been your fault, baby. what made you even think that?"
in embarrassment, you mumble, "i heard you say i'm clingy to kenma. sorry i didn't mean to overhear."
"oh, my love," he pulls away and looks at you with a sad look in his eyes. "it's not what you think."
he sighs and he sits on the side of the bed and taps the bed space in front of him for you to sit down as well. "kenma's been trying to get me to go meet some new volleyball members to affiliate them with the jva and to be honest, i already have so much on my plate with the current affiliates, that i'm really trying to avoid going out for dinner with him. i'm trying to get one of my coworkers to go on my behalf to seal the deal but i can't find anyone willing to."
"i just used your name as an excuse. i swear on my life, i never really meant that. i never ever meant to hurt you."
still finding it hard to believe him, you mumble, "you don't need to lie.. i understand if-"
"y/n, i swear on my mother, i'm not lying," he interrupts. "every single fucking day, the only think i ever look forward to is seeing your beautiful face in my apartment. i look forward to your rambles about the new show you started watching or how the current professor you're shadowing is a douche. i love your bear hugs and i love the way you kiss me all over my face in the mornings. fuck, i love knowing that i get to go to sleep with you every night and i get to wake up to you every morning. i love you, just the way you are. please don't ever change yourself over some fucking lie i said."
"i'm so sorry y/n, so sorry for ever making you doubt my love for you," he intertwines his hand in yours and looks into your eyes. "i'll do anything to regain your trust.
he senses the hesitation in your eyes and honestly, he can't blame you. you've been harboring this guilt for a week and it makes sense that you're still feeling a little uncomfortable around him.
but to his surprise, you inch your way closer to him and hug his chest and the tears begin to fall. his body tenses and he feels so guilty about everything. he rubs reassuring circles on your back and kisses your head every few moments.
after you wipe your tears on his shirt, you look up at him and honestly kuroo hates to admit this but you still look gorgeous even with a tear stained face. he's grinning at you and begins to pepper your face with his kisses.
"love you to the moon and back," he whispers into your ear.
you chuckle and kiss him on the lips. "love you to the moon and back, tetsu."
in that moment, he swears to himself that he'll make sure that you never have to doubt his love for you ever again.
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kozume kenma
as the ceo of his own startup company, a youtube streamer, and a college student, kenma can almost never find any time to himself. the only time he really feels at peace is either when he's asleep or when he's with you.
but sometimes things get so hectic and suffocating, he just wants to be alone, away from the world.
after a long day of classes, you walk into your shared apartment and you can hear kenma talking from his bedroom/home office. you try to keep quiet not disturbing him.
in hopes of cheering him up, you decide what better way to do so by making his favorite food: apple pie. you put down your stuff on the living room couch, grab the apron, and get to work.
kenma stays locked up in his bedroom for the majority of time that you're baking and a part of you just hopes that maybe he'll come out to just say "hi" or just accompany you to see what you're up to but unfortunately he doesn't.
after the pie is done baking in the oven and you've brought him a slice so he can get some food in his system because you're sure he hasn't been taking care of himself. you're hoping that maybe, just maybe, the both of you will finally get to spend some time together.
you knock on the door twice.
no response.
you knock once more and call out his name, "kenma, you busy still?"
still no response.
you sigh, realizing there was no hope in knocking, and decide to twist the knob and enter his room. you're greeted with the sight of him sitting on his gaming chair, knees to his chest, headphones over his ears, and slightly biting the eraser top of his pencil.
he must have felt the presence of someone else in the room with him because he looked away from his computer screen and his eyes widened. he slid his headphones off his ear and hung them around his neck.
"how long have you been home?" he bluntly asks.
"for an hour or two now, i think," you reply.
“oh sorry, i didn’t see you,” he mumbles.
you chuckle in response. “i didn’t think you would considering you’ve been cooped up in your room the entire time.”
“well yeah,” he says. “i’m busy.”
as he’s about to put his headphones back on and get back to work, you speak up. “i know you’re busy but do you wanna eat with me? i made-”
“can we talk later? i don’t have time for your clinginess right now.”
oh.
he puts his headphones on and indulges himself back in his work, not even registering the weight of his words.
you slowly walk out of his room, silently close the door, grab yourself a slice of apple pie originally made for the both of you, and plop yourself on the couch to watch some new show on the television.
after working for nearly hours on end, kenma finally finishes the load of work he had piled. now all he wants to do is just spend some time with you before going to bed. he walks out of the bedroom and is greeted by you asleep with the television humming in the background.
he can't help but let a small smile envelop his features. it's such a domestic sight and he wants to photograph this moment in time.
he knows he said some harsh words to you out of frustration but he hopes that you understand that he didn’t truly mean them.
he goes over and kisses your forehead and he smells the distinctive scent of apple pie and his heart softens at the thought that you made him his favorite food.
he goes over to his bedroom, grabs a blanket and lays it over you and goes under the blanket, snuggling himself closer to you. he hasn't felt this relaxed in a while and your presence is just so comforting to him.
he doesn't know what he'd do without you.
the next morning, you wake up and find yourself in an awkward position and your feel arms wrapped around your torso. you look to your left and are greeted by kenma's sleeping figure and you can't help but smile.
but you remind yourself of what he told you yesterday and you silently get up from the couch and begin to get ready for the rest of your day.
his words, "i don't have time for your clinginess right now", really had sent you into a spiral last night and you were too exhausted to think clearly. did you always come off as clingy to him? you were definitely a bit more energetic and enthusiastic than him but you never thought it was clingy?
you can't seem to think straight so you decide to maybe go out for a walk, just to take your mind off things. you just need some time alone, away from your apartment with him.
kenma wakes up only a few minutes later and he feels cold. his neck is sore, considering how he slept in an uncomfortable position because he wanted to sleep with you. however, to his surprise, he doesn't find you asleep next to him.
as he walks around the house, calling your name, a sense of urgency begins to form in the pit of his stomach.
he dials your number and it goes to voicemail.
he does it again. still voicemail.
he's about to call you one more time until he hears the jangle of keys and the door opening. a sigh of relief leaves his mouth and as you're about to turn your keys to open the door, he's a step ahead of you, opening the door for you.
"oh my god, i thought you went missing," kenma hugs you, catching you by surprise. "where'd you go?"
hesitant to reply, you say, "oh just went on a walk, that's all."
"you should've told me, we could've gone together," he states. "i feel like we haven't seen each other in forever."
"it's fine. don't worry about it."
there's something wrong and he can sense it in your demeanor. as you're heading to the master bedroom, he can see the way your shoulders slump as you put your keys back. he doesn't address your distant behavior, thinking that you're just having a rough morning and it'll get better as the day goes on.
unfortunately, it doesn't get better.
you seem to be fine but you just feel incredibly distant.
kenma's been playing games in his room all day and unlike usual, you're not in his bedroom watching him play or sitting on the bed scrolling through your phone. his gaming experience isn't the same when you're not there.
he pauses his game and goes out to the living room to see you lying down on the couch, scrolling through videos on your phone. he wants to ask why you're not staying with him but he doesn't want to make overstep your boundaries, especially since it seems like you're not in a good mood.
but that's anything from what you want.
you want him to ask you to stay in his room and keep you company. but because he hasn't done so, his word "clingy" began to scream louder in your head and to be frank, that's the only thing roaming in your head.
"do you want to do anything today?" he asks. "you know.. because it's the weekend and we can go out if you want? like going out to eat?"
a part of you began to feel guilty considering he was thinking about what you wanted to do and you hated feeling like a burden towards him. he already expressed his disapproval with you when he said he found you clingy so you didn't want to impose any further.
"no it's okay," you reply, eyes glued to your phone. "i don't want to annoy you or anything.. so i'll just go on my own or something..."
he hums in response but his eyebrows furrow as he doesn't seem to move from his spot. he can tell there's something wrong and you're obviously being very dodgy with him about the subject which is why he decides to take a seat on the couch and snatch your phone from your hands before you can even register what's happened.
"hey give me back my phone!" you sit up, stretching yourself over to grab your phone back from him in a failed attempt.
"not until you tell me what's wrong," he says flat.
you sigh, knowing that this conversation isn't inevitable. you can't avoid him forever "you called me clingy yesterday, kenma. sorry that i don't really want to hang out with you right now."
the words that leave your mouth have kenma in a state of shock. you took that seriously? you really thought he meant that? in order to ease his busy day of meetings back to back, you came home baked him some apple pie to ease him from his stresses.
and what did he do in return? called you clingy when you just wanted to spend some well-deserved time with him. god, he was being so ungrateful. his body fills with guilt when he he realizes you took his comment to heart.
“honey, i-” he starts and then is cut off with your words.
"i understand where you were coming from, i like to show my affection with you through physical touch and i know you’ve never been one to really reciprocate that," you begin to ramble. "so i’m really sorry for pushing your boundaries and i’ll give you the space that you need."
guilt is eating him away and he needs to clear the air now, otherwise you might be closed off forever and he’s not sure if he’s ever going to be able to reconnect with you.
“y/n, honey, don't apologize for this. it’s not your fault at all,” he starts. he puts down the phone onto the couch and grabs both of your hands and squeezes them assuringly. “i'm sorry for pushing you away and calling you clingy. you didn't.. you never deserve to be told that."
his hand finds its way to your cheek and he begins to rub comforting slow circles. seeing the sullen look on your face made him realize that he never wants to see you like this ever again. it was like you had lost the light in your eyes. kenma hated how he had diminished that so quickly by making you think that he didn't like your company.
he loves you so much; he could never imagine what life would be like without your presence.
a small smile begins to creep back on to your face and kenma finds himself in a slight sense of relief.
"it's okay," you finally utter out. "do you wanna watch that new episode? apparently there is so much drama now and i'm avoiding socials so i don't get spoiled..."
he chuckles, "i'll do anything with you."
he knows that he can't take back his words from before but as he's sitting on the couch with you in his embrace, he knows he can show you his love through his actions. he'll do anything to bring back that trust to you.
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gh0stsp1d3r · 2 months
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Idea for part 2 to lingerie or maybe a separate fic but luke convinces reader to let him take pictures of her in some of the lingerie so she can see how pretty she looks from his pov ☺️
ℒ𝒾𝓃𝑔ℯ𝓇𝒾ℯ 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓉𝓌ℴ
PART 1, PART 3
Warnings- LOSER!LUKE AGENDA!! 18+, mdni! they are so couple goals.
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“Ok, this one I saw, and I had to have it.” You said as you smiled, you stood in front of him and twirled around once again. It was a lot more scandalous, showing more skin and your cleavage barely covered.
His mouth was watering at this point, he just so desperately wanted to kiss you- touch you- anything really.
“It looks.. amazing. Probably the best one.” He nodded, reminding himself to keep eye contact and not let his eyes wander. He tried to keep his responses short and quick.
“Agreed.”
He felt embarrassed thinking about it. Would you think he was weird? Would you be creeped out and never talk to him again?
Fuck it.
You smiled and went to go change before he said your name. You turned around and looked at him, confused.
“Yeah?”
“Do you think… I could, take a picture…?”
Your eyes widened at that. The air grew thick with tension, and his voice cut through the silence after a little.
“Just- so that you can see how great you look from my point of view, you- you know?” He stuttered, anxious as he looked at you.
“Oh… okay. Sure. Why not?” You gave him another grin, and he smiled back. And you knew he had other intentions with the pictures, but it was Luke Castellan. The man you’ve had a crush on since you both were kids, the guy you were best friends with.
He took out his camera quickly, it's as if he had been waiting for this moment his whole life. He had been.
You stood, with a small smile on your face for the first one. It was mostly innocent. Then, he swears he would die when the poses got less innocent.
He swallowed, shaking the polaroids as they printed. Once they did, you sat right next to him, your bare thigh touching the denim of his jeans. He handed you them and you flipped through them.
"They're great. Ugh, I'm so glad I got you to do this. You're the best," You gave him another kiss on the cheek, his cheeks were tinted pink.
"Is that it?" he asked nervously. You nodded and you picked out a pair of pajamas, which was just a baggy shirt with some pajama pants.
"Could you... turn around? I don't feel like going in the bathroom." You were teasing him at this point, you wanted him to make a move already, plus it was fun seeing him flustered.
"Yeah... Of course." It was your cabin after all, he turned around, his hands on his knees as he fought against the urge to turn around.
While he was turned around, you quickly grabbed his bag, stuffing three of the best pictures he took into it. You quickly shoved it back in place and got dressed.
You sat back on the bed with him, talking for a while before the rest of the aphrodite cabin started pouring in.
"What's he doing in here?" One of your sisters asked.
"We were just talking." You said, he nodded and gave them each a small smile as they looked at him. He grew uncomfortable soon, however.
"I should probably get going, I'll see you tomorrow." He said, standing up quickly, leaving the cabin. You furrowed an eyebrow and followed after him.
"Wait, Luke!" You called his name; he turned around and looked at you, his bag slung on his shoulder.
"Yeah?"
"Goodnight." You said, but he felt like there was more you wanted to say.
"You got out here, in the cold, to tell me goodnight?" He cocked his head to the side. You swallowed now and walked closer to him.
You both stared at each other for a moment, and he gazed into your eyes with such love, how could you resist him anymore?
As his hand reached for your face, your heart started racing. You both leaned in closer and closer until your lips met. It felt like a dream come true, but this was real. Your mind was blown away by the softness of his lips as you traced your finger over his scar. The moment was electric, and you couldn't believe this was actually happening.
"Is this real?" you asked shakily once your lips left his. He chuckled and nodded.
"Goodnight," he said, giving you one last kiss on your forehead before leaving.
As soon as you entered the Aphrodite cabin again, the girls around you looked at you, all expecting an explanation.
"I kissed him!" you squealed, screams erupt, and Luke could hear it as he was walking towards his own cabin, small smirk on his face.
And when he opened up his bag, reaching for his book, 3 polaroids were on top. He had a smile on his face as he looked through them.
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Which Team Fortress 2 Mercenary Has The Most Slappable Ass? A Scientific Analysis
Given my recent focus on the wonders that are the mercs' polygons, and the fact that this is a Horny Blog™, I realized that a study like this lies squarely within my wheelhouse. It is not merely within my power to conduct a study like this - being in the position I am, it is my responsibility.
In this essay, I will rank the mercs' asses from least to most slappable.
There is a very important question we need to answer first, though:
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The answer is simpler than you think!
The slappability of a polygonal ass is dependent on how many polygons it has. This is because, if you were to add jiggle physics of some kind, those physics need geometry to work with! The more faces you have, the more variation you can see in movements when it reacts to being slapped.
To illustrate this, I created a couple of spheres and I, well... slapped them.
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You can see that the top sphere has many more polygons in it than the bottom one does, and the reaction to the same slap force is much more dramatic when there are more polygons.
Of course, this particular slap is pretty brutal - we're not trying to liquefy anyone's ass here - but I think the point is made. The more polygons an ass has, the more we can make that booty clap.
Now, with that established, I'll explain how I defined the asses themselves. Note that the selection of ass polygons wasn't an exact science here. They all have wildly varying shapes and arrangements for their polygons, and I tried to be fair in my selection of the polygons that defined the observably slappable regions of their asses.
I erred on the side of caution, and left out some polygons that could technically be part of the ass, but were also part of the taint... and nobody wants their taint slapped. (Do they? Well, if you're into that, you can add 4-6 polygons to some of these to get a more accurate count of the slappable region.)
The selections are defined as the polygons that are showing up in orange. I also included the Blender status bar that's showing how many vertices/edges/faces I have selected. I can't just show you a bunch of asses with no numbers next to them, 'cause then this wouldn't be science, now, would it?
And now, without further ado... the TF2 Merc Asses, from Least to Most Slappable.
#9 - Medic (20 Polygons)
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It is with a heavy heart that I start by proclaiming that Ludwig, the love of my life, the heart and soul of this blog, has the saddest ass of the whole team. Clocking in at only 20 polygons, you would probably see only the faintest wobble from any of these vertices even if you whacked it with a 2x4. Well, there's a reason I focus most of my attention on his face.
#8 - Soldier (24 Polygons)
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Jane's ass is shaped like one of those aliens from Space Invaders... or a Transformer, or something. Just a very interesting layout to these polygons. But due to a low polygon count, it isn't very slappable - and it SHOULDN'T BE, because a proper AMERICAN ASS should be UNYIELDING. When you slap this tight patriotic ass, your HAND is the one that gets critically hit!
#7 - Spy (24 Polygons)
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Spy is actually tied with Soldier, but it's really interesting to see just how different the shapes are. Spy's ass kinda just looks like a flat piece of paper. But on the bright side, this is an ass built for stealth. He won't have to worry about alerting anyone with the clap of those asscheeks.
#6 - Pyro (34 Polygons)
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Our favorite ambiguous freak has an ass shaped like a soldier ant's head. Good for blocking tight passageways to keep you from running away while you're burning alive. Probably also good for biting things. Hey, you don't know what's under there, it could be anything!
The next three are tied, but I've tried to sub-rank them based on my general impressions about them.
#5 - Sniper (36 Polygons)
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Mundy's down-undies are just kind of strange. This has that 'soldier ant' shape that Pyro had, but without the same harmony in the arrangement of the triangles. There's something about this one that feels a bit 'all over the place' to me.
#4 - Heavy (36 Polygons)
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Unsure how to feel about this one - the general curvature is indeed quite ass-shaped, but I have qualms with just how much each triangle is being stretched out. It gives me the impression that he is crammed into a pair of pants that are desperately holding in a great deal more geometry than we actually see here. Only Ludwig knows the true polygon count.
#3 - Demoman (36 Polygons)
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This man has the squarest ass I have ever seen in my life. Not only is he a Black Scottish cyclops, but his ass is straight out of Minecraft. This shape is just so impressive to me. Given the uniform nature of the polygons involved, the jiggle we'd see from a solid whack across these cheeks would probably be oddly satisfying, if somewhat unorthodox.
#2 - Engineer (44 Polygons)
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With a dump-truck weighing in at a hefty 44 polygons, Dell definitely has one of the most ass-shaped asses of the whole team. I'm not an expert, but I have a feeling that the topology here is reasonable, and would produce pleasant results if slapped.
#1 - Scout (84 POLYGONS!!!!)
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DEAR GOD.
THE LEGENDS WERE TRUE...
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