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triflesandparsnips · 6 months

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So I understand that there are Good Omens show fans who have never read Good Omens the book, and that makes me deeply sad because--

Like, there's so much depth to the story being told about humans and humanity and the choice between good and evil -- and how that's actually a false dichotomy whoooops -- WHILE ALSO not really being about Aziraphale and Crowley at all (who are, imo, basically there as embodiments of "Impressive Failures" for the purposes of Theme and also Plot).

BUT IF you want to know why I've shipped them since the book-- here's the moment it happened for wee teenage me:

Wednesday (before the end of the world)

So it's Warlock's birthday party. And there are all these children and security guards and also an angel doing magic tricks while a demon is disguised as a caterer. This bit is basically the same as the show, so hooray.

But as wee me understood the characters up to this point, they were still basically enemies who had been in the field together for way too long and knew each other's moves well enough for the same tempting/thwarting of one another to become kind of boring and repetitive and generally pointless-- particularly once they realized that they could, for instance, just live their (separate!) lives watching humans being weird (Crowley) and seeking various sensory stuff (Aziraphale) while doing the least work necessary to keep their respective bosses off their backs.

The Arrangement was borne not out of hiding a friendship or anything, but instead the realization that sometimes covering for one another would just... cut down on their total overall workload. They were, at best, employees of two different, competitive companies-- though in same kind of department, doing the same kind of work-- who discovered they liked to have lunch at the same deli and that their jobs were sometimes distressingly more similar than either was comfortable with.

SO ANYWAY. BACK TO THAT WEDNESDAY. They're not covering for one another with this whole Antichrist thing-- they're now actively collaborating, and they've acknowledged (mostly) that it's not to cut down on their individual workloads, but rather to preserve their identical-- but not shared (not yet)-- goals of Getting To Continue The Lives On Earth They've Grown To Enjoy.

But like-- still not friends. Not really.

Until Aziraphale fucks up a bit, Warlock accidentally gets hold of a security guard's weapon and starts waving it around, and:

Then someone threw some jelly at Warlock. The boy squeaked, and pulled the trigger of the gun. It was a Magnum .32, CIA issue, gray, mean, heavy, capable of blowing a man away at thirty paces, and leaving nothing more than a red mist, a ghastly mess, and a certain amount of paperwork. Aziraphale blinked. A thin stream of water squirted from the nozzle and soaked Crowley, who had been looking out the window, trying to see if there was a huge black dog in the garden. Aziraphale looked embarrassed. Then a cream cake hit him in the face.

My teenage brain exploded at this moment.

BECAUSE: there is no reason for Aziraphale to do that.

Work-wise: If he got shot, Crowley would get discorporated, but not die-- and anyway, it would happen in such a way that both of them could explain it away easily to their respective sides (and possibly even be commended for it!).

Collaboration-wise: If Crowley had been watching Aziraphale, and if he'd seen Aziraphale have the chance to change the gun but not do it-- then yeah, probably that would've been annoying enough to have warranted some chilly conversations once he came back topside, and therefore, Aziraphale choosing to save Crowley could've been a reasonable, logical choice to keep their working relationship on an even keel until they'd sorted out this Doomsday thing.

But Crowley was looking the other way.

Work-wise, it doesn't make sense-- and secret-collaboration-wise, it doesn't make sense-- and so it is, overall, really weird that Aziraphale saved him.

But his automatic reaction-- in a blink-- is to stop Crowley from getting shot. And he knows it's weird-- he feels embarrassed that his sudden, unthinking reaction is to save his "enemy".

And the final bit is just a couple paragraphs later:

With a gesture, Aziraphale turned the rest of the guns into water pistols as well, and walked out.

SO LOOK: He changed only the pistol about to shoot Crowley. His automatic reaction had nothing to do with saving a party full of humans, many of them children-- nothing to do with Heaven or Hell-- nothing to do with preserving the coworker he needs to stop Armageddon--

It was all to do with saving Crowley. Who may be the enemy, but he's Aziraphale's enemy. And another part of his life on Earth that he's doing all of this just to preserve.

Which may also be, for the first time, the moment he lets himself realize how important Crowley in particular is to him.

...and so anyway, that's how I started shipping these two immortal idiots, and one of many reasons why everyone should read the book.

#good omens #good omens book #versus #good omens tv

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subbmissivesuccubus · 10 months

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Thinking of Uzui and Rengoku falling in love with you at first sight.

They're out on a mission, several demons sighted at a village and the number was so high they needed multiple people to come and fix the problem. Of course, it was a cake walk for the two of them. Their weapons flashing under the moonlight as it cut through the necks of their enemies like butter, demon after demon falling to their blade.

Despite the task being easy, it still took a few hours so by the time the job was done, they were a bit tuckered out. Every demon was slain- or so they thought.

A demon burst from the rubble, it's sharp claws aiming for Rengoku's face. It was too fast, neither of the Hashira able to react in time as the demon was but a centimeter away from clawing Rengoku's eyes out when you showed up.

Using your breath of Thunder, you cracked through the air like a lightning strike, covering ground within seconds as you managed to cut off the demon's arm before cutting its head off, saving your senior of any injury.

You put away your weapon as the demon disintegrated in front of you, bowing down respectfully to the two pillars, a ranking you hoped to reach one day. They recognized you, having seen you out and about before but this was the first time they'd seen you in action.

Both of their hearts skipped a beat. Beautiful, talented and powerful woman was a plenty within the demon slayer corporation but there was something about you that was just...different. Perhaps it was your kind heart in helping the wounded. Perhaps it was the confidence you carried yourself with. Perhaps it was because you were just too darn cute. But whatever the reason may be, they were enamored by you and couldn't keep their eyes off of you.

Once you helped the others in cleaning up and getting the wounded the help they need, you went back to the two Hashira who were strangely dazed.

"I shall get going now." you reported with a bow, "I'm glad I could be of service."

"Marry me." both of them said simultaneously.

"...huh?"

Thinking of Uzui and Rengoku roping you into sexual escapades as a form of 'training'

You had rejected their marriage proposal, stating that while you respected them, you didn't know them personally and didn't want a husband(s) that you weren't fond of.

They were respectful of that, stating that a great way to get to know each other would be through training. You thought it was unbelievable that two Hashira's were interested enough in you to take time of their schedules to train with you, much less want to marry you, but you decided to agree. Learning from the best would be an invaluable experience, afterall.

"I-I- thought you said we were gonna t-train!" You squealed, tossing your head back against the pillow as Uzui slid a second finger inside you, your pussy gushing around him.

You could barely recollect how you got here, a room in an inn, at the mercy of your two seniors. Your mind was a jumbled mess as their hands and lips attacked your body, hungry kisses against your neck while stripping you of your uniform. Time seemed to go by fast yet slow at the same time, eventually ending up on a bed with Rengoku sucking your breasts while Uzui made himself familiar with your pussy.

"It is training." the sound Hashira said with a smirk, curling his fingers inside you just right, making you gasp. He stuffed his fingers of his other hand into your mouth, making you choke.

"This is to help your technique." he said, "Control yourself and focus on your breathing."

As he said that, Rengoku's lips left your nipple, leaving it a saliva covered stiff bud before moving down and taking your clit into his mouth, making you scream around Uzui's fingers. Your body shook from the pleasure, never having experienced this before.

You knew their claim that this was for training was complete bullshit but dammit- you couldn't bring yourself to care.

Uzui was so deliciously huge compared to you. He was twice your size, his muscular body enveloping you completely as he toyed with your body with ease. His bulging muscles and washboard abs made you drool, your eyes wandering to his nether regions, pussy growing wetter when you saw a big bulge straining against his pants.

Rengoku ran hot, literally. His touch made you shiver as he ran his warm hands over your body, a comforting contrast to the way his hot tongue was assaulting your clit. He sucked on it like a candy, flicking it around before giving it a gentle nibble, making you squeal. With a physique just as impressive as Uzui's, his bright eyes filled with passion and desire made you feel dizzy.

"Focus." Uzui said with a click of his tongue, pushing his fingers further down your throat, making you gag, "you're getting distracted."

'I can't help it!' You tried to defend, but what came out was a bunch of gurgles and gags, unable to say anything.

"If you can't handle this," Rengoku said, giving your clit a sweet kiss before he straightened himself up, "what will you do if a demon attacks you and tries to choke you?"

"Exactly~" Uzui cooed, starting to move his fingers in and out of your throat, a slower rhythm from what he was doing to your cunt, "Bring your breathing under control and maybe, we'll let you cum~"

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smile-files · 5 months

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object show dashboard simulator

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i swear to cart if one more object tries to use me to buy their groceries i will explode

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um well maybe if you stop hanging out in the grocery store 24/7 folks won't use you like you're a regular shopping cart???

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dude i work at the grocery store. go outside and cut some grass

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🧩 fuzzypuzzle Follow

this week was soooo fun!!!

sunday: sat in a field

monday: sat in a field

tuesday: smiled at a bug

wednesday: sat in a field

thursday: sat in a field

friday: died :P

saturday: sat in a field

i hope all of you had a good week too <33

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OMY same!!!! but i smiled at 2 bugs, not 1.

soooo happy to see you happy, puzzle piece!!!!!! :D

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hey sorry is this a mutuals only thing? or can i also talk about my week

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oh no worries, go ahead!!! :)

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i killed 17 people

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lol you bfdi lovers WISH you had my url

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UGH

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what the flake is wrong with you people making thirst posts about fan. you know he's on here right?? he can see that

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who said i don't want him to see it? ;)

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i will eat you

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Hey guys, I hope you're ready for my face reveal...

What do you think? I hope I don't look too ugly...

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EWWWW what's this thing doing on the object website???? for cog's sake, sending this guy to the TLC right now

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haha op isn't it so funny that i'm a sentient version of your bones

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friends, remember that it's always okay to ask for a hug when you need one. you are valid and you are seen <3

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okay maybe for me but if anyone gave you a hug they'd die. you're literally a biohazard

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there's always recovery centers :) i'm just prioritizing my mental health <3

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what is wrong with you? can we make out?

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now i know what it feels like to have... obsessive fans...

for totally unrelated reasons i won't be active on this blog for an unspecified amount of time :D

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omga i bet it's cuz he's getting married!!!!!

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kill yourself

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is it just me, or am i always drawn to pessimists?

[other positive charges DNI. i will block you]

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oh my goodness

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dduane · 5 months

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Okay, time to get on with this Nutella and crushed-hazelnut roll cake I've been plotting for the last couple of weeks. (One of our neighbors did us a favor just now and I want to bring them some of this to say Thank You.)

The recipe looks quite sound—no surprise, as this lady's website is full of great stuff. But I'm going to have to spoof it somewhat, as it's predicated on the use of a sheet pan size that wouldn't fit into our oven (the usual US-size-vs-European-size hardware- and appliance-size issue). Probably I'll wind up baking about 75% of the batter in the 10x15-inch pan I've got and the rest in a smaller 9x7-inch, so that the sheet cake doesn't come out so thick that it refuses to roll correctly.

...Got to toast the hazelnuts first, anyway. I'll add pics to this post as I go along.

ETA 1: The hazelnuts, just out of the oven. The aroma in the kitchen is fabulous. :) (We've got a tabletop microwave-cum-fan oven that has about a hundred custom cooking/baking programs built into it, and one of them is for toasting nuts.) (Oh look, @petermorwood got a shot of one of the special menus from the manual when he was posting about the microwave sponge cake.)

...Had I not had the fancy gadget, I'd have just put the hazelnuts on a baking sheet and toasted them at 180C/375ish F for ten or fifteen minutes, stirring the nuts around every five minutes or so until the outsides went nice and brown. The skins rub right off when the nuts cool down, if you don't want them. But I left some in so they'd keep their toastier flavor. These are a soft nut after toasting/roasting, so they crush really easily.

Meanwhile, while sitting still a moment before getting the mise en place together for the cake, and idly scrolling down through the menu on Sky Movies: wow, I really do need new glasses in a hurry. Saw the movie title "Fred Claus" and read it as "Fried Clams." (sigh) After the holidays, for sure. (It's the usual problem. These glasses are trifocals, you have to point-and-steer them to get the right results depending on what you're looking at, and sometimes you're distracted or in a hurry and can not be bothered to do the hunting-for-focus thing, and as a result you get comical results.) (sigh)

Now the mise en place:

...So typical. You're trying to have it be pretty for the photo and one of the egg yolks breaks. (eyeroll)

Anyway. Not shown here: running off to give the stand mixer's bowl an extra wash to make sure it's absolutely clean, because any grease getting into egg whites being beaten will inhibit how well they fluff up.

So, time to get on with that.

First thing, though: the baking pans need to be prepared while the egg whites and so forth are beating.

So the recipe suggests that you should butter both the pans and the parchment paper used to line them. And speaking as one who's writing this after rolling the cakes up, I can speak directly to its effectiveness. The cake sheets pretty much leapt out of the pans. As I can imagine all too clearly what having to convince them out would be like, better to go overboard with the butter at this stage. I buttered the pans with solid butter and then melted a couple of tablespoonsful and brushed the baking-parchment liners with them.

Lining the pans with the paper, btw, is much assisted by having buttered them first. You just press the paper down and it sticks. Then you go get the scissors and cut off whatever's hanging out.

And now comes the part where you make the cake batter.

First you beat the egg whites and half the granulated sugar to the stiff-peak stage. (Took my mixer about five minutes.)

Then in a different bowl you beat the egg yolks and the rest of that sugar together. Somehow I missed getting a pic of this: apologies. It's the usual "beat together until pale, light, and fluffy." Took about seven minutes for that.

Then: sift together the flour, cocoa, salt and baking powder, The logistics of the original recipe get a little complicated at this point—it sounds like a third bowl is being called for. But at that point I'd decided that I already had more than the usual number of bowls to deal with, not to mention the one I'd just sifted the dry ingredients into. And we don't have a dishwasher. So I just said "The hell with that", added the coffee and vanilla to the egg yolk mixture, and mixed it a bit more: then spooned about half the sifted dry ingredients in, and pulsed the mixer a few times: then added the rest of the dry stuff and mixed again, very slow, just wanting to make sure that everything was completely combined. (As usual with cakes at this point, the idea is to get everything well mixed without doing anything to develop the gluten in the flour. I never let the mixer go very fast.)

...Then comes the "folding in the egg whites" part of the operation. Always use the biggest spatula you've got for this.

Then, when you finish this stage (again, sorry, no pic, I was busy racking my brains over what tool would be best for this job) you spread the batter in the pans.

When I finished with this task I was very glad that I had an offset spatula, because if I'd attempted this with a regular mixing spatula, I don't think the result would have been anything like this even. This batter is light but it's also moderately firm... and with the best will in the world, no amount of shimmying the pans around on the work surface is ever going to even that batter out. As for its thickness in the pans: we're talking about a centimeter at the most.

And then: into the oven for ten minutes, while setting up the pieces of cocoa-powder-dusted baking parchment meant to receive them. I don't have pics of them in the pans when they came out, because the get-them-out-of-the-pans stage is kind of a time-sensitive thing (like immediately). So I got on with it.

They fell straight out onto the prepared sheets with no trouble at all. The small one fell out by itself: the large one fell out with the baking parchment still clinging to it, but not so desperately that it took more than gently lifting it away between finger and thumb to get rid of it.

And then came the rolling. I did the little one by myself, to get a sense of the technique: then asked @petermorwood to video the rolling of the larger one.

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...So now they get left to their own devices until, oh, tomorrow morning, I guess. That's when I'll move on to the next stages.

My plan is to unroll the little cake as a test: brush it inside with warmed/semi-liquid Nutella: sprinkle the Nutella with crushed hazelnuts, which theoretically/please gods will stick to it if gently assisted; and then contrive a filling that will taste at least somewhat of Nutella but not be too sweet to bear. Then the ganache will be made using that fabulous Belgian chocolate that came in a couple of weeks back, and when the whole cake's put together and has had a little time to rest, Peter and I will test it and see if it's something we feel confident enough to offer to other people.

So we'll see how it all goes. Tune in again tomorrow for more hijinks... :)

ETA 2, December 23: When we last saw our cake rolls, the two of them (the one baked in the Euro-size pan, and the smaller one where the spare batter went) were sitting innocently on the counter, waiting to settle enough to be unrolled.

Now's the time. And guess what?

DIsaster! (-Ish. As you'll see.)

The first small sheet of cake was just too small to deal with this treatment without immediately cracking into one-inch slices upon unrolling. I therefore won't waste your time with that video. Instead, you should have a look at the video of the bigger-baked sheet as it gets unrolled, and watch it crack in pieces! (This was either due to the baked sheet being too thick, or too thin. More diagnostics are needed before we come to a verdict.)

But first: the buttercream filling, which worked just fine.

This is the recipe I used:

This recipe worked perfectly. There's zero reason to inflict a long video about this on you, as I was working in a cold kitchen (with three stone walls, two external...) and the butter and sugar took something like half an hour to get friendly enough so that the Nutella could finally be added.

One thing I will show you, though. It's been a long time since I bothered buying confectioners' sugar / icing sugar, because when I need it, I make it myself... in the (very old and beat up-looking) coffee grinder. The sugar's grind comes up finer than that of a lot of commercially made icing sugars... and unlike too many confectioners' sugars in North America, there's no cornstarch in it (which they put in to keep it from caking with storage).

If you try this, make sure not to forget to brush the grinder out well afterwards, and wipe it clean with a damp paper towel. Otherwise the sugar, which is very hygroscopic, will go solid, glue the blade to its spindle, and be a real nuisance to clean out after the fact.

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Meanwhile, here's the Nutella buttercream frosting after it's done. Just a very quick clip here, so you can see what the texture should be like when you pull the beater out of the mixture. (Volume down on this, please: it's really noisy.) If it's not soft enough, do as the recipe recommends: add a tablespoonful of milk or so and beat well until things soften up a bit. Add another, and do the same again, if you need to.

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So now we come to the baked-cake unrolling. (Apologies for the black bars at the top and bottom of the video. For reasons best known to itself the phone insisted on recording in 9:16/portrait format, and the bars are an artifact of flipping it back into landscape...)

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...So after all that, both cakes, the big and the small, are in the fridge now, stabilizing. And there we'll leave matters until tomorrow.

#cake #baking #Nutella #chocolate #hazelnuts #experimentation #FOR SCIENCE #that's the excuse anyway #Youtube

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torialefay · 2 months

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could you do for the smut drabbles: 3 with bangchan, 4 with jisung, or 7 (or) 9 with i.n?? no worries if not! thank you <3 i don't want you to write all of them cause it'd be a lot of work, take care of yourself girl! ily <3

"What Did You Wish For?" 🎂

jeongin x fem!reader smut 🔞

✨ synopsis: innie's birthday calls for whatever it is that the birthday boy wants.

✨ word count: 1.6k

✨ warnings: smut and crude language, drunk sex, minors dni.

✨ author's note: this was a super quick write, so sorry if there's a lot of grammatical errors (i didn't double check).

• "damn baby," he pulled back, "you really outdid yourself with the cake." he smiled. he knew he was getting you riled up. you loved him like this- high off the alcohol buzz and ready to do whatever he wanted.

• "so good... you should have more," he smiled cockily as he slowly brought his fingers back to your mouth, this time parting your lips and sticking them far back and across your tongue.

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• as soon as you'd arrived to the boys' apartment, it was frantic with the guys running around everywhere, trying to make sure everything was in place before jeongin returned home.

• "jesus christ, watch yourself!" you said half-jokingly, half-annoyed to changbin as he rushed by with tape in his hands. you had managed to carry the cake up all by yourself (thanks guys for offering to help) and didn't want to drop it at the last moment.

• after setting it on the counter and getting candle arranged, you checked the time. only a couple of minutes until jeongin was supposed to be back.

• you looked around the room and were surprised to see what a good job the guys had done at decorating. the room was filled with other friends of jeongin's and there were strobe lights and a loud speaker ready to go.

• "he's here!" hyunjin quietly yelled down the hallway after checking through the peep-hole in the front door. he quickly ran to hide himself, as did everyone else.

• you all waited in silence to hear jeongin rattle the door with his keys, then the sound of clubky boots walking down the dark, silent hall. as he rounded the corner, hyunjin hit the light switch to light up the main living room.

• "surprise!" everyone shouted at the same time. jeongin startled a bit, then grabbed his chest as he smiled, laughing a bit realizing what was going on.

• people started flocking to him with their respective "happy birthday"s while jisung manned the speakers, cranking them up with a pre-made playlist.

• changbin and seungmin headed straight to the drinks table, relieved they could finally open up the whisky they'd been excited to start on all day.

• after mingling, drinking, and enjoying the party, you finally got to catch up with your boyfriend after everyone sang him happy birthday, his cake lit up with sparkler candles.

• you'd offered to cut the cake and hand it out to whoever wanted some. by the end of it, you were a sticky, caked-up mess.

• jeongin came and stood next to you in the kitchen area as you set down the knife, getting ready to clean yourself up.

• "enjoying your birthday baby? what did you wish for?" you asked with a smile. you could tell by his pink cheeks that he'd had more than enough to drink. and to be fair, so did you.

• "mmm it's been pretty good," he said smiling.

• he leaned in closely to your ear. "but i think i need to show you what i wished for," he giggled dauntingly.

• you looked up to him with questioning eyes, not needing to say anything.

• quickly, he stuck two fingers into the cake icing and then used his other hand to grab your own, now mingling with the sticky mess.

• he led you past everyone quickly, not acknowledging anyone as he passed by them.

• quickly, he reached for the bathroom door and swung it open, all but throwing himself in with you being pulled behind him.

• the bathroom was lowly lit- the only light being from the ceiling was dimming and you could just make out one meter in front of you.

• "what are we-" you couldn't finish your sentence before jeongin flipped your body around and pushed you up against the door, locking it behind you.

• "happy birthday to me?" he smirked before holding his two fingers out, still loaded down with the frosting.

• "whatever you want, birthday boy," you smirked back, catching on.

• he brought his fingers up to your lips as you opened them. surprisingly, he didn't push them into your mouth, but instead smeared the icing all around them. he made sure to take his time, dragging his fingers slowly across each lip, coating them in the sweet sugary flavor.

• once he was satisfied, he looked down at you as he violently went in to kiss you, smearing icing all around you in the process.

• "so good... you should have more," he smiled cockily as he slowly brought his fingers back to your mouth, this time parting your lips and sticking them far back and across your tongue.

• you savored the flavor, taking the chance to lick his finger clean and swirl your tongue around him. slowly but surely, you kept going up you were sure nothing was left. you made eye contact with him as you finished.

• "hold on sweetheart, i don't think you got it all," jeongin said. before you could realize what was happening, he pushed his fingers in further, hitting the back of your throat. you automatically started to gag around him as he menacingly grinned. he did nothing but hold his fingers back, savoring the way you looked while choking on them.

• he quickly began to move his fingers forward and backward, throat fucking you with his fingers alone. the way you retched around him and gasped for air as he pulled out got him harder and harder until he couldn't stand it anymore.

• "good fucking girl," he snarled as he aggressively removed his fingers from your mouth. he shot his hand down to undo his pants and pull his underwear down slightly.

• you could tell that he was completely hard, precum already forming at his tip. he gave himself a few quick pumps with his hand, getting it covered in your saliva. you watched his mouth dropped as he began to wince at the sudden pressure.

• making sure you were still pinned up against the wall, he quickly raised the bottom of your dress and all but ripped your underwear to the side. he threw one of your legs up and around his waist.

• "this is what i wished for baby," he smiled sinisterly before pushing himself into you. usually he would warm you up, but not this time. he snapped his hips up into you as quickly as he could, feeling your body almost break around him trying to accommodate the size.

• "ah fuck," you winced as the pain started to turn into pleasure.

• jeongin bottomed into you before quickly pulling back out and ramming in again.

• the pressure was almost unimaginable. absolutely delicious, but unimaginably so. the alcohol in your system had you honing into the stimulation, only registering what you felt in your very core in that moment.

• jeongin pressed his whole body tighter into you as he quickened his pace, fucking into you as hard as he could. he was grunting now, determined to fuck you dumb, just like he wanted.

• you wrapped your arms around his neck as he kept pounding into you relentlessly, getting messier and messier by the second. you felt yourself dripping around him. and there was no doubt by the way jeongin was moaning that he felt it too.

• you began to pant heavily as he rolled his hips and leg into you, giving pressure to your clit that just kept building and building. with each new thrust came a new pressure, mingling the sensations together.

• you felt yourself growing closer and closer as jeongin connected his lips to yours. your mouths still tasted of sweet sugar as your tongues moved around each other in a fight. you tried to grapple at him, at his hair, into his mouth, any way you could just to get the most pressure and the feel the most of him you possibly could.

• hearing jeongin moan your name was the last thing you needed to feel the warmth in your stomach build to it's climax and your breath to begin hitching.

• with two more sudden, sharp, and hard thrusts, you were cumming around him violently. a scream left your throat, but you couldn't control it. you did everything you could to contain yourself, but your legs felt like they were giving out, leaning in to the pleasure and convulsing around him as he fucked into you at the same fast pace.

• "hold on baby, i'm cumming... holy fuck... agh shit." he got louder and louder as he slammed into you harder than before. he sounded almost desperate at this point until a loud yell came out from the bottom of his throat, fucking into you as his cum shot out. you felt him twitch inside of you as he came, sending your senses into overdrive.

• you could do nothing but cry and moan and scream at the pleasure as you both rode out your highs. you didn't care who had heard. the sound of him slamming you up against the door had been a give-away anyways.

• once you'd both calmed down and finally caught your breath, he gently pulled out and straightened your dress out before pulling his pants back up to get situated. he stood in front of the mirror cleaning himself up a bit.

• you stood there, still resting your body against the door, half-dazed. you could barely register what had just happened. it was all so quick. all you knew was you were now exhausted and damn, you felt good.

• as jeongin turned back towards you to give you a quick kiss, you hugged him tightly and whispered into him. "happy birthday baby."

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Why do you think Crowley didn't just get another apartment?

Hi! Thanks for the ask. I have French buttercream chocolate cake tonight. I know, right? It's amazing. *cuts you a slice*

To answer your question, I think we have to look at the whole thing with where Crowley parks The Bentley and when (in both seasons) and, also, the scenes that emphasize Crowley and Aziraphale avoiding being seen together anywhere in the mornings and what all this has to do with what he says is his living situation in S2.

Meta on Crowley "living in his car" in S2 under the cut.

For Crowley and Aziraphale, what has always been what *absolutely cannot happen* is Heaven/Hell figuring out that Crowley will stay in the bookshop until very, very late into the evening, as that is the one thing they'd have trouble justifying. If Crowley parked The Bentley in front of the bookshop in the afternoon/evening and it was still there at 7am the next morning, it would send a message to anyone watching that their relationship isn't just intelligence business, it's not just friendship...and it's not even really just sex. If Heaven/Hell saw The Bentley outside the bookshop all night often enough, they would assume that Crowley and Aziraphale are in a romantic relationship and this is the one thing that Crowley and Aziraphale do not want them to figure out. They can hatch a wild plan if they get caught to justify any of the rest of it and maybe get away with it but there's no way out if they get caught out being in love when they're supposed to be sworn enemies... so, if they want to spend time alone together in the privacy of the bookshop, how do they work around the problem of potentially being noticed? The show actually showed us subtly in S1 before a little more overtly in S2.

When Crowley is going to come over for awhile-- and especially when it's going to mean that he's there into the evening-- he doesn't park The Bentley in front of the bookshop. He parks it in the vicinity but not too close-- around where it was when Aziraphale called him in 2.01. Two or so minutes' drive out, on a side street. (A two minute drive is a 15 or so minute walk so not that far but a bit away.) If he's coming to the shop alone, he'll probably use the side entrance to the bookshop but if he's been out with Aziraphale-- like he was in their 'fuck everything, the world is ending' lunch at The Ritz in 2008-- they'll walk back to the bookshop. If anyone notices Crowley entering it, it'll be during the day, right? While not ideal, it's innocuous enough. Aziraphale's bookshop is theoretically a business and is also an angelic embassy and Aziraphale could say that he's trying to turn Crowley to the light and make him into an informant if they were caught. Conversely, it couldn't hurt Crowley-- whose job, like Aziraphale's, is to spy on his counterpart-- to seem like he's gaming the corruptible angel and getting intel to further the demonic goals of Hell so he could say he's luring the angel to trusting him. Being in the bookshop during the day, during what are (for normal businesses lol) business hours, when the business is also an embassy, is one thing. It's the evening that's the problem for them. At that time of day, the bookshop is nothing but Aziraphale's residence and Crowley's presence during those hours becomes much riskier. So, how to get around that?

Here's them walking back to the bookshop from wherever Crowley's parked The Bentley on a side street after lunch in 2008/Eleven Years Ago in S1:

During lunch in 2008, they already planned for Crowley to come back to the bookshop with Aziraphale and since there's no plan for him to leave in any hurry, Crowley is already not parked in front of the bookshop so no one can recognize his car there late at night. This is practiced between them; they've been doing it for awhile by this point. They still are in S2, when we have several scenes of Crowley in The Bentley parked on a side street near the bookshop.

Since Crowley can't be seen then leaving the bookshop once the sun is up or it'd defeat the purpose of the car not being parked in front of it, whenever he comes over, he leaves the bookshop through the side door at some ungodly pre-dawn hour, walks to his car a few streets over (apparating into it would be suspicious to anyone who might have found it so he usually walks, looking like he was just out late causing demonic trouble), and then, in the past, would drive back to his apartment in Mayfair. That way, when the sun came up, anyone who might be watching his place would see The Bentley parked in front of it. Didn't see Crowley leave the bookshop from the afternoon? You must have missed him in a crowd on the sidewalk somewhere because there's his gorgeous, old, very recognizable car, parked in front of his place in Mayfair, gleaming in that early morning sun.

No one was ever the wiser to the fact that on some of these nights, Crowley was not home in his apartment or out raising hell all night but was actually in the bookshop nearly until dawn.

Is it kind of miserable for Crowley to have to leave every time in the middle of the night and for him and Aziraphale to never really know what it's like to wake up together? To never get to have breakfast and mornings together? Of course. But it keeps them safe so they deal with it. As a result, though, they have a thing about mornings.

In 1.01, when Crowley calls Aziraphale in the middle of the night and they both have separately learned of Armageddon, he tells Aziraphale that they "need to talk" and then they both, without further discussion, are at their bench in St. James' Park the next day. During their talk, they decide to go to lunch and go directly there, which means that they met up sometime around 11am-12pm. So even Crowley calling in the middle of the night and setting up the meeting in the park with their code phrase means that the time of the meeting is always predetermined to be at least 11am, no matter what they need to discuss. Even after learning of Armageddon beginning, they waited until almost lunch the next day to meet up and talk about it because they never want to be seen in public together in the earlier mornings. They're afraid of someone seeing them going for a walk or getting a coffee together before midday and thinking they spent the previous night together. Crowley is always gone from the bookshop before the sun starts to come up and they never meet before 11am in an effort to keep anyone from figuring out that they are often in the bookshop-- and Aziraphale's bed-- together through the early morning hours.

Which tends to make this, their first time getting breakfast even if Crowley knew it wasn't really that because Aziraphale's "problem voice" was on, even more hilarious...

Crowley's like I left you blissed out and half-asleep in your bed *four hours ago*, angel... how on Earth is there a 'naked man friend' in your bookshop right now? He knows that Shax told him there's something going on and that Aziraphale called with a problem but this is the only time of day they usually spend apart and they always do so if Aziraphale is going to cheat on him-- which he's not lol-- this is when he would and based on the fact that Aziraphale panics at Crowley thinking there's another guy in the bookshop and based on Crowley's wtf? face at hearing there is, these two aren't sleeping with anyone else anymore and have a monogamous thing, even if they probably sort of forgot to have a discussion about it. Crowley can tell from Aziraphale's reaction that there's some misunderstanding here and then just gets bemused about it but also about ready to kill whatever guy, naked or not, is causing Aziraphale problems, only to find out that it's, well, the guy who tried to kill them.

In 2.01, when Gabriel makes his rather noticeable arrival on Aziraphale's doorstep, it is the mid-part of the morning-- probably somewhere around 9am as Maggie was just getting ready to open her store for the day, Nina was still busy but her more immediate pre-work coffee rush seemed to be winding down, and Aziraphale was having his breakfast tea on yet another day that his shop was not opening lol. The most major character to miss Gabriel's arrival is, of course, Crowley. Crowley's meeting with Shax is just before/happening in tandem with Aziraphale at Maggie's shop and then Gabriel's arrival and actually opens the storyline in the present in S2. The point is that Crowley misses Gabriel's arrival because he is not in the bookshop in the early mornings, which is then something that is heavily emphasized through Crowley and Aziraphale's first scene of the season via Nina to not just be about this particular early morning but all mornings.

When Aziraphale calls Crowley and has him meet him in Give Me Coffee, Nina has never met Crowley before. Give Me Coffee is fifteen steps across the street from the bookshop and sells coffee, tea and baked goods and Nina doesn't know Crowley. Nina has been there running it since post-S1. She knows Aziraphale though and, until the morning of 2.01, she thought the old bookseller a confirmed bachelor. In the span of 20 minutes, he gets a naked man possible deliveroo strippergram on his doorstep in front of the whole neighborhood and then then this other hot-- and surprisingly clothed-- Ginger Goth guy shows up to meet him for coffee. Nina's best guess for why the bookseller and his Crowley have never come across the street to her shop before and seem like they've literally never gotten breakfast together while they also "go way back" and have chemistry and affection for one another for days is that they're having an affair. Nina correctly guesses that their relationship is a secret and applies the most logical presumption that a human without knowledge of Heaven/Hell could-- that it's infidelity, not that they could be murdered if they were found out-- because these two live in London Soho in the year 2023 but are still afraid of being found out.

So, all of this shows how there's no Crowley in the bookshop in the morning. Neither of them have ever slipped across the street to bring back coffee and croissants for two at 7am or gone over to Nina's together. Aziraphale has been to Give Me Coffee alone before. Crowley and The Bentley are always nowhere to be found near the bookshop at this hour, which is how Crowley missed Gabriel's arrival.

So what does this all have to do with why Crowley doesn't just get a new apartment ahead of S2?

When Hell showed up in the form of Shax to reclaim the place in Mayfair in which Crowley was living, it really left Crowley with two choices. He wasn't about to tell Aziraphale because Aziraphale would feel like he had to ask him to move in with him for real and it was too dangerous. They can't have that so why bring it up and hurt them more? The two choices Crowley felt he had were to either get a new apartment or to just keep on as he's been living because the truth is... he hadn't been home to Mayfair that much lately anyway.

Before, Crowley and Aziraphale would try to go some amount of time between seeing each other but after S1, maybe with some exceptions around the Covid lockdowns but definitely not since they were lifted, they just stopped bothering that much. They were already together on borrowed time with no idea how much time they had until Armageddon: Round Two would start and they just wanted to be together so they kept up their whole routine of Crowley out before dawn and no mornings but Crowley had been more or less living in the bookshop for awhile ahead of S2.

As Aziraphale says here:

Meaning: they live together. Crowley's there all the time. Aziraphale does not mind. It's been months of Crowley in the bookshop every night. Aziraphale loves it. He hates him having to leave in the middle of the night as he always does but they've settled into a little domestic thing the best they can with the situation they have. The line is also laden with innuendo, suggesting they're not always just up talking and listening to old records until 4am but are regularly, ya know, setting off some alarm bells in Heaven together. (Couple Aziraphale's innuendo in the "plenty of use" scene with why Crowley says Muriel needs to leave the bookshop when he says he wants to take Aziraphale to breakfast at The Ritz. "We need a little 'us time'" meant all amnesiac angels and assorted representatives of Heaven and Hell need to get the Someplace out of this bookshop right now so I can finally watch that angel eat some pancakes and then take him to bed in our bed without worrying about someone needing a hot chocolate in the middle of the night.)

Their level of domesticity is actually shown to be pretty cute with this bit:

This is the most living together thing ever because it's saying that Crowley is just frequently in the bookshop while Aziraphale is out now. He's not even just there to see him but he spends time there alone while Aziraphale goes to the bank for change for the four books he sells a month and to his appointment with his barber and all his other little errands. You know Crowley likes waiting inside because he likes having a little time alone in a place where he's safe and won't be disturbed but also really the whole little domestic bliss of Aziraphale coming back and being all "Crowley? There you are" and showing him what he got at the shops and such. It's the most normal married thing imaginable and feels like they really live together and Crowley loves every minute of it.

So Hell taking his place in Mayfair back leaves Crowley with two options because it's still too risky for him and Aziraphale to just full on live together entirely: he can get a new apartment or he can basically just keep living with Aziraphale for most of the day and then spend the mornings in The Bentley/out.

If he gets a new apartment, he'd have to actually go there sometimes. He'd have to be seen moving his stuff into it and he'd have to get a new bed and he'd have to spend nights there sometimes to prove he's living there. It couldn't be suspiciously close to Aziraphale's place, so now he's got to drive more in the early morning hours. He's been spending so much time with Aziraphale, the thought of sleeping alone and spending the evenings alone again, even for a few nights now and then, is depressing. It was miserable before and now he can't to back to it again and he doesn't think Aziraphale would want to, either. He also doesn't exactly know how to tell him he'd have to be away some nights again without hurting him. They've both been alone more often than not for most of their existences and Crowley can't do it anymore. There's also, though, that getting another apartment also doesn't do much to help keep Heaven & Hell from thinking he and Aziraphale are involved... but pretending he's living in his car just might.

The only being of Heaven or Hell still talking to either him or Aziraphale is Shax and Crowley has to keep meeting up with her to get information on what's going on there and try to get a sense of how much time he and Aziraphale might have before Round Two. If he tells Shax that he's living in his car, then it makes him look less close to Aziraphale. Everyone knows Aziraphale has a private residence upstairs in the bookshop and that, if he and Crowley were really close, he'd have offered for Crowley to stay with him if he lost his apartment... so what if Crowley can make Heaven & Hell think they aren't that close, they just teamed up to stop Armageddon? He's even homeless now and the angel won't give him a place to stay. He tells Shax to tell Hell's Finance Office to send his bills to his car and Shax actually bought it and said she tried. Shax has been reporting back to Hell that Crowley is living in his car, which is what Crowley wanted her to think was the case.

Let Hell think they've won over him and taken his place and left him living in his car on a side street, let Shax keep meeting him in the early morning hours in his car on that side street... so that none of them figure out that he's actually living in the bookshop with Aziraphale.

In the meantime, no new apartment means no more nights away from Aziraphale. No commute back to it after picking up The Bentley on the side street means more time he can be with Aziraphale before he has to slip away in the early morning. He can just keep going from the bookshop to his car a few streets away each morning like he has been and that's the funniest part of it to him. Hell thinks they left him homeless and abandoned him and, really, they just made it easier for him to hide from them the fact that he's living with the angel he loves. All he has to do is bullshit them and he's good at that.

Crowley talking about living in his car is basically this in attitude, on steroids:

His pre-S2 conversations with Shax were like... Fuck, Shax, the crick in my neck from *sleeping in my car*... if Hell's Finance Office wants to find me, they can send the bills *to my car*... Bastard angel owns half of Soho, probably why I can't find a place... tell Lord Beezlebub if they're looking for me, they can go fuck themselves but if they absolutely have to contact me, they can find me *in my car*...

...and three hours or so earlier from every one of those conversations, Crowley was actually curled up in bed with Aziraphale in the bookshop.

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darlingchronicles · 2 months

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JJ AND THE GOLDEN GIRL HEADCANONS II

pairing: jj x fem!goodgirl!reader

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first part here & based on this and this post that i made. enjoy !!!

What is their favorite photo of with other?

✔︎ jj's favorite photo of him and his golden girl is when they were asleep on the hammock and sarah snapped a shot. she was laid on his chest and her head was buried into the side of his neck with her arms around him and jj head was resting against hers and his arms fully engulfed her waist. a small blanket was laid over them and the sun set in the background. as mentioned in my previous headcanons, he keeps it in his wallet at all times.

ఌ golden girl has so many photos that she loves of jj and her, but one takes the cake. it's one where she and jj had just gotten out of the ocean and dressed in their regular clothes, but their hair is still wet, and they were sitting next to a fire the pogues made on the far side of the beach. her head was on his shoulder, but tilted up so she was looking at him and he was looking down into her eyes. it was night, so the light from the fire made them seem like they were glowing. sarah also took the photo and golden girl framed it and put it on the wall near her bed.

What special thing do they carry with them at all times?

✔︎ well of course jj keeps the photo in his wallet, but he also has a couple of bracelets from her. however, one of his prized possessions is the gum hearts. as stated in the previous headcanon, golden girl is very crafty with her gifts and gave jj a heart made out of gum wrapper. she actually wrote in it. a little note that only said, "hey there criminal". it was so lame that he laughed when he opened it one day and saw it. it's a little of an inside joke because jj's name is jesse-james maybank, after the criminal. it was so stupid, but it makes him laugh.

ఌ for golden girl, she usually has a few things on her, but she adores her bracelet that jj made. he made it by hand (he never told her this, but she could tell by the messy threading and specific mini charms) and personalized it. he gave it to her about a year after they began dating (only a few days before he told her he loved her). he just handed it to her randomly when she was staying over at the chateau. he was so nervous but she loved. she always wears it and only takes it off if she's going into deep water because she doesn't want to risk losing it. one of the charms is a surf board, another is of half a sun and one of her favorites is of flounder from the little mermaid (as mentioned before in part 1, she's scared of sharks). she loves that thing and you can always see her wearing it no matter what.

How does the cut and figure eight react to them?

✔︎ first off, the cut is probably the most surprised at the news of them. it only appears maybe like five or six months into the relationship. they kept it hush hush for a while and eventually didn't care who saw them. multiple pogues saw them going for ice cream together. heyward saw them sailing on "the pogue" a few times, alone. others saw them at the kegger, sitting close to one another and jj's arm was around her. the cherry on top was when they came out of the ocean from surfing and he gave her a kiss (ON THE MOUTH???) and the news spread like wildfire. everyone had questions about how it began and shit like that. but it was the excited type of questions. separately, they ask the couple if they're together. jj's only response is "yeah, for a time now" in a lighthearted tone and golden girl's response is "yes, we are!" in a very cheerful tone. honestly the cut was so surprised, but they're honestly for it. with their responses, it seemed like the two were very much falling in love and by the way jj looked at her, the man was a goner and based on her smiles, she was half-way in love already. (everyone knew they were endgame at this point and any other secret suitors resigned) there were some skeptics and some who didn't believe they'd last long, but when they heard how long they've already been together, it crushed all of it. they didn't expect it, but they're kind of the cut's IT couple now. famous, i'm telling you.

ఌ the more judgmental pack is the kooks, aka figure eight. golden girl is known there because she works at the club restaurant as the hostess and she has a pretty good rep there too. heck she has a great rep everywhere. she is the golden girl after all. smiley and shiny. a bright future. the sun personified. (she'd argue but go on) so when they find out that she is dating jj maybank, the bus boy and absolute troublemaker of the cut, they're all fla-ber-gas-ted. like they all blink in confusion. and the only way the kooks found out was about a month after the cut found out and jj and golden girl went to a kegger together and ended kissing near the bonfire. kooks saw, told their friends, who told their friends, who told their parents and BAM! wildfire. some kids were actually really confused and some even tried to "warn" her about getting with a kid "like maybank". she had half a mind to flip them off but all she said was "i think i'm smart enough to make my own choices. thank you" and continued on with her day. she saw the judgment whenever they passed by each other at work and she knew it'd be a while before things went back to how they were at the restaurant. jj had the sharp end of the sword as he physically saw and heard the judgment from the kooks as if they knew her more than him. some of it kind of got to him, but he eventually over heard golden girl telling off some kook boys to leave her and jj the hell alone before she taught them how to shut their mouths. politely. but yeah that's what she said. eventually everything calm down, but figure eight isn't really their biggest fans.

How did their friends react to them?

✔︎ the pogues were really surprised that jj was capable of capturing her heart, but not surprised that they got together. she'd been part of the pogues for a while before they got together. even then, they saw the goo goo eyes and smiles and secret touches here and there and had bets placed. sarah won nearly every side bet, but pope won the last one about who kissed who first. they're for it honestly. they know that she makes jj really happy and he's more devoted to her than any other girl he's ever taken a look at and they know that golden girl would never hurt jj and that she's been in love with him for a while and they know they are made for each other. so very supportive.

ఌ golden girl is actually friends with a few kooks and they were very...ehhhh on the matter. they nearly choked when they heard and ask if the rumors were true. she said yes and they just shared a look. they warned her (like every damn kook on the island she was associated with one way or another) about how jj was and how they heard he was and just told her to rethink it or be careful. they continued on with that train for a while before she told them shut up or else she'd stop hanging out with them. (she's not friends with most of them anymore). however her pogue friends were very happy for her and admire them anytime they're around. again, bets were made and paid.

When did they know they were in it for the long run?

✔︎ the idea actually popped up in jj's head a few times, but he always pushed it aside or ignored it. i mean...being for someone for the long run? like marriage? and kids and a house. i mean, he's too young to even think about that right? i mean it's not possible to know right away? is it? he'd never thought about getting married beforehand. marriage was a wreck for anyone who got involved and it was like tying a noose around your finger, right? that's what he thought. and then she'd smile at him like he was her world and he made it spin on its axis. then she'd give him a little gift he never asked for and she wouldn't even ask for a thank you. then she'd give him a lecture about being reckless, but eyes just tell him that she's terrified something would happen to him. the one time he actually let the thought in was around their first year anniversary when they went surfing and ended up on the beach late at night with no one around. she was pressed up against his chest, sleeping with a few blankets over them and a smile fire burning to keep them warm. he glances down at her and there's something that glows within him that just tells him. for the first time, he thinks about marriage and being with her when he's old and gray and...it doesn't scare him for the first time. that thought alone leads to the first "i love you" only weeks later.

ఌ she's thought about it before. i mean, golden girl has watched rom-coms before, so she has thought about marriage. she'd hope to break the whole generation curse one day and be with someone she loves rather than for money or an accidental pregnancy. it's a wish in her. she does have the desire to marry one day, but she wants it to be for the right reasons. she's more into long-term relationships rather than hook ups or "situationships" because of the fear she'll be used like the women in her family before. so when jj came around and she actually let him in, she knows there's something special there. she thought about it here and there, but she always told herself that when she knows, she'll know. and that moment came around when she and jj were hanging out in her room about nine months in. her parents were out and jj snuck in and stayed for the night. they had played a game of uno, which she beat him at 3 times in a row, and received the reward of him telling her she was the best and amazing at everything (all in a playful manner, she demanded it) and when he won, he claps his hands in a taunting manner and went straight for her. she fell back and he caught her in his arms and pressed a passionate kiss to her lips and she swore she felt her heart skip two beats. when he pulled away, simply to press his lips to her cheek and request a game of cards to beat her at (still riding on the win) when she realize that she could do that forever. play games with cards and monopoly boards and win rewards of kisses and praise for the rest of her life. and the way jj smiled at her when she said she'd kick his ass at anything else, she knew it had to be him. (she knew he felt the same way before he knew).

What is their go-to and favorite date plans?

✔︎ jj is a simple guy. he doesn't need much. if he really wanted to have some alone time and take her out, he'd take her out for a drive to the beach, walk around, talking about everything and nothing before going to get an ice cream and ending the night watching the sunset. his favorite date plans is going surfing or staying on the pogue for the entire day and just be in each other's company.

ఌ golden girl understands that she and jj are busy people. busy bees. if they both had some time in-between their breaks or even after work for some time (or any time for that matter) her go-to suggestion is to sit outside or inside (probably the beach) and play a game of cards with two soda cans sitting next to them. it's quick and easy and they always have a good time. because of this, she and jj always have a stack of cards with them. her favorite date, however, is whenever the carnival or a festival comes near the mainland and they go together and just have fun. close second and most common one is introducing jj to all her favorite movies, musicals and series. (she got him hooked on money heist and gilmore girls, but he'll only watch it with her).

What is the favorite physical and non-physical trait of theirs they love?

✔︎ for jj, his favorite physical trait of hers is her eyes. she's so expressive in her eyes and if he needed to know anything, he'd just have to look into her eyes. she can say one thing, but the eyes tell another. he now believes in the whole "eyes are the windows to the soul" saying. (to be not so wholesome because it's jj duh, he really likes her chest. what can i say? he just likes the girls). his favorite non-physical trait is her ability to try and see the good in everything and everyone: aka her compassion. he knows it's hard for her to do that sometimes and he can see how she wants to be negative, but she tries her hardest to bring joy to others and to herself. she wants everyone to be happy because that's what she wants for herself (and sometimes she doesn't get it). jj doesn't really accept the fact that he's a cause of her happiness and joy, but he feels happy knowing he is.

ఌ for the golden girl, her favorite physical trait of jj is his hair. especially his wet hair when he just exited the sea and he shake it a bit out get the water out. *chef kiss* she also likes to play with it and toy around with it when she's watching tv or when jj is a little stressed, she likes to pass her hand over his hair. it works actually. (to not be so wholesome, his arms and back just make her drool and make her eyes roll back into her head, but you didn't hear it from me) her favorite non-physical trait is his loyalty. i've touched upon this in my last headcanon i think??? but he is loyal to the end. like it's actually this man's fatal flaw. she could be wrong or right, but jj is by her side. honestly her hype man. she's really happy to know he'd go search the entire world just for her.

What specific physical touch do they secretly like?

✔︎ jj is a sucker for back scratches. it's just a thing he found out he liked. he and golden girl were laying in jj's bed at the chateau, mumbling as the clock began to tick closer and closer to two in the morning. he was laying on top of her, head nuzzles into her neck. jj sleeps on his stomach, so golden girl had to learn how to not get crushed by him as she realized it was non-negotiable for him. she was mumbling something about school and jj was just responding with hums as sleep began to overtake him and she began to drag her nails up and down his bare back softly. jj is actually so embarrassed by how obsessed he became with it. if she stops, he'll whine until she gives in. if she begins, she cannot stop until she falls asleep or jj falls asleep or they have to get up. jj could go hours with her just scratching his back. he doesn't care how hard or soft she does it, just likes it (he does have a little fantasy about it, but it's only a fantasy for now lol)

ఌ golden girl really likes it when jj just holds her, whether in her room, his room at the chateau, or the hammock, she likes to curl up in jj's arms and have him hold her. sometimes she needs it because of all the stress on her. she specifically likes it when he talks to her, regardless if she'll respond. it's in his softest voice (he would never admit it to anyone and if she ever mentioned it someone (she hasn't), he'd deny it because why would she try and out him like that????) and he'll just mumble sweet nothings in her ears and sometimes she'll fall asleep because of it. she likes it a lot. (and just to out her a little, she's actually kind of interested in jj's soft voice in other types of scenarios if you catch my drift) but yeah she loves jj holding her and paying attention to her and only her in those moments?

How needy are they?

✔︎ if this man ever says he's not needy, he's lyingggggg. jj is an attention seeker at heart and he wants her attention at nearly all times. he just loves the attention and will do the most stupid stuff to gain it. once he waved her over just to show her he could do a handstand. she eventually caught the pattern of this, but she still goes over to him whenever he calls her. she likes that she's wanted by him. she thought he'd get use to it, but nope. this man is still as obsessed with her attention as always. as for physically, this man got a taste of physical touch after being touch starved (romantically at least) and he's never gone back. a hand on her back, hand in hand, hugging her, arm around her shoulder, etc, etc. he's always touching her if he can.

ఌ she admits it. she likes his attention. A LOT. she wouldn't say she's needy, but she really likes it when he's paying attention to her and only her. golden girl captures his attention in different ways. she'll fiddle with his hands or his hair or just call him over so he can sit next to her. she's heading towards jj-level obsessed at some points. physically however? she's right there with jj. hand on his knee, rubbing his back with her hand as he talks, fiddling with whatever jewelry he has on, stroking his jaw with her thumb, hugging him, etc. neither of them really care what everyone else thinks, but they never go beyond this to make sure others are comfortable in some aspects. since they're not there yet, this is as far as it goes for now (john b and sarah on the other hand are...well...they're not very quiet....lol)

Favorite nicknames?

✔︎ little lady, princess, flounder, sunflower, goody-two shoes, wormy, grumpelstiltskin

ఌ blondie, j, sunshine, pretty boy, criminal, giraffe, surfer boy, sleeping beauty

thedarlinglore: i love jj and golden girl so much. like it's actually an obsession. and there is more come!!! a fic is coming soon, but hey, we have more headcanons. i am thinking about blackcat!reader, but we'll see. requests are also open i hope you enjoyed and see you in the next one. love you, my darlings <3

➣ my last "jj" work | "oh schroeder" ➣ more concepts | jj maybank

#darlingchronicles #jj maybank concept #jj maybank #obx #outerbanks #darlingconcepts #jj mayback x reader #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank headcanon #jj maybank headcanons #jj maybank x fem!reader #jj mayback imagine #obxboys #outer banks

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heartfullofleeches · 9 months

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[Suggestive - food play mentions]

Birthday host clown darling-

Clown Reader who works at a circus themed ice-cream parlor and hosts for parties. They quickly gain favor with adults for their sweet nature and positive energy. It's easy to tell they're a lil shy in person, but in their element they become the center of attention and live up to their title as a performer. It's cute. Their fan club falls madder in love with their sweet clown watching the work their magic. When it's time to cut the cake, Reader leads the birthday person up to the front and asks them what they'd like to be drawn on the cake. They pour their heart into every piece and some of their admirers wonder if they wouldn't mind putting in a little more of themselves into their work

Reader one day to a party room with another request for their special cakes. The birthday person is a bit older than they're usual group but there's no age limit on fun. They even recognize them as a coworker off duty. Reader happily sets down the cake and starts to list off things they can draw for them. They've done rainbows, dinosaurs, smiley faces, hearts-

"You."

"Ok....is that y-o-u or the letter U?"

"I mean you. The frosting here is good, but I'm craving a different kind right about now."

The guest eyes fall on reader's bright belt buckle before looking up to meet their confused, flustered face - sweat wearing away at their face paint. Could they be any more adorable?

"I'm not quite sure what you mean by that - haha. I-I can draw you a butterfly?"

"I think by now you've gotten the general idea. Don't be shy- it's my birthday."

They do - but they just couldn't. Reader also knows it isn't their birthday. The thought of ruining such a beautiful cake in that way made it hard for them to even look at it. Why were they even humoring the idea in the first place- Customer satisfaction was important, but that's just so unsanitary and immoral and-

Clown Reader timidly tugs down their trousers, in disbelief with themselves for being aroused by the situation. Yan assures them its all perfectly natural and couches/aids them through painting the cake how they'd like it. They instruct reader to just relax and they'll take care of everything from then on. Clown Reader watches in horror as Yan eats the cake afterwards. That was always the intended goal, sure, but they never thought they'd really go through with eating their... The poor clown never understands how someone can be so depraved as to ask for something like that - especially when its order from them again and again even by other patrons. The room eventually just becomes the spot their stalkers fans go to love on their clown and get their just desserts from it

#yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere insert #yandere scenarios #yandere x you #yandere blurb #yandere oc #suggestive #clown reader

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vecnuthy · 9 months

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the sprinkle

@steddiemicrofic for August prompt: cake | wc: 311 | T for language | cw: Steve has a splinter :( pre-Steddie

"Hey, Eddie? Can you-" Steve looked nervous. "Can you do something for me?"

Eddie squinted curiously before drawling, "Steeeeve," as he leaned his elbow ontop of his notes with a smirk. "What can I do for ya, big boy?"

Steve swallowed, reluctant to meet Eddie's eye. "So, um-" he cut himself off, blushing. "I would ask Robin, but she's out of town with her family, and I'm not going to the doctor for this because they'd charge through the roof, but I have a splinter."

They looked at each other for a moment before Eddie realized that Steve wasn't going to continue. "Oh, okay. Um." Eddie gestured to himself, "I have one nipple."

"What?"

"I have one nipple," Eddie repeated with tone.

"No, you ass, I know that. But I have a splinter, and I can't get it out. Because I can't reach it."

"Oh." Eddie shot him a suspicious look. "Well, my lack of nipple may not be sensitive anymore, but I am. One apology, please."

Steve dragged his hand down his face, exasperated. "I'm sorry about your nipple."

Eddie nodded solemnly.

"But my ass cheek is killing me, and-"

"Your what now?"

Steve blushed. "The splinter."

"Is in your butt?" Eddie completed incredulously.

Steve clenched his jaw. "Look, Holly wanted to do the seesaw at the playground, and that thing is older than even you - "

"Oh, fuck you."

" - and Robin's not here, so can you?" Steve twisted a little and pointed to the offending cheek. "Please?"

"It's this one?" Eddie asked as he pointed. Steve nodded, and Eddie poked Steve's plump cheek, making Steve bark out a noise and slap Eddie's hand away as the latter giggled gleefully.

"Why."

"At least we know you can still feel it."

"I just said it was killing me."

Eddie eyes sparkled. "One offending sprinkle from this slice of cake, coming right out."

#that's not the only thing that might be coming out soon 'ey-o #Steve's burning face when Eddie asks if he should kiss it to make it better #steddie #steddiemicroficaugust #steddie microfic #steddie fic

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icallhimjoey · 10 months

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Love love love your writing! I’d be so interested to see your take on a friends to lover situation where the reader and Joe are good friends and the reader constantly gets the ick so Joe sets a challenge at a party (thinking Italian summer party) for her to find someone who doesn’t give them the ick.

And she realises that Joe is the only one that has no icks 👀

okay so ive had an INTERESTING (read: 18+, v spicy) suggestion from werepartnersnow who, by the way, claims she doesn't read rpf but then found herself in my inbox asking for very specific filth 👀👀👀 but, anyway, it was good filth, and i was trying to find a way to tackle her request, and then this request really brought it all together for me, so, THANK YOU! here we GO sluts! Wordcount: 3.9K

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Double Or Nothing

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

“Did Joe say he was coming?”

“Yea, I’m surprised he’s not been spotted yet,”

Heads craned back, and you grumbled into your beer. Conversation had been flowing so nicely, and now, suddenly, everyone had to look at the pub entrance to check if there was any sign of Joe yet.

Like he was the guest of honour missing still.

Like the night hadn’t started properly yet, because Joe wasn’t there.

Ugh.

Now… listen...

By no means did you dislike Joe. He was your friend just as well as he was all of theirs. It was just that, Joe had seemingly become a lot more interesting to a lot more people in a very short amount of time. Even some of your friends sort of… fell for the sudden hype that surrounded him. Wanted it proven to the outside world that they were friends with Joe. That they knew him. Were part of his group.

And you kind of got it, or... at least a little.

Joe got to do very cool and exciting things, met very cool and exciting people, and he'd bring anyone who had the time to join. Any time he'd drop a message with the question 'who's got time off for these dates' it was really a first come, first served sort of deal.

So it kind of made sense that people wanted in with Joe. However, he couldn't pay you enough to sit next to him for a full day, or several, as he passed out autographs like boring assembly line work. To see people fawn over him. Tell him how amazing they all think he is...

Because Joe was… he was just Joe.

There was a lull in conversation, and you felt the need to remind everyone of the time Joe spent a full night ordering drinks for everyone before dipping out and leaving the last people with the bill.

He paid for his own share later, but, still. That was a shitty move.

Or when Imogen and Lawrence had gotten married, and he thought it was okay to help himself to a piece of cake before they'd done the ceremonious cutting of it.

Or when he'd invited everyone over to a party at someone's house without informing the host he was bringing seven other people. That night you'd just stood around awkwardly, all of you, knowing you weren't welcome and afraid to have any of the drinks for fear of them running out.

It felt healthy to remind everyone that Joe was just your shit friend. This guy who they’d known forever and who they also sometimes didn’t like. Because he could be a bit of a boring loser, who’d cancel on events last minute. One that you liked - he was still your friend, supported you when you needed support, made you laugh when you needed cheering up and was just... overall was a fun guy to hang out with. Despite all the shitty things.

Joe knew this is how you felt, and, not that you'd asked, but if you would have, he'd easily agree with you. Would just smile as you glared at him for forgetting someone's birthday and then pretending a gift someone else had bought was from him too.

And he got away with shit like that every single time because of that stupid smile. All charming, all endearing.

All handsome, and shit.

You felt a nudge to your knee under the table after you'd rolled your eyes at everyone looking around to find Joe. You were given a brief smirk by one of your friends before eyes turned away from you and you frowned. Idiot.

You knew what was insinuated there, and didn’t appreciate it.

It wasn’t the first time you’d been very adamant and obvious about not being impressed with Joe, and people took it to mean something else. Like you were overdoing it to hide your real feelings.

You weren’t overdoing anything, though, and you wanted to say something, wanted to argue and bite back at that stupid smug look you got, but you noticed the eyes of the people on the other side of the table focus on something over your head.

You jumped, tensed up with shock, when someone suddenly grabbed you by the shoulders. It nearly knocked over every drink on the table as your knees shot up and banged the underside of it.

“Jesus,”

“No, just me,” Joe joked, and he got heys and hellos and big smiles and even a drink handed over that someone had gotten him before he’d even arrived, and oh my fucking God, you needed more celebrities in your group because this was getting a little ridiculous.

You composed yourself fast, recollected yourself and tried your hardest to push down the blush that had crept onto your face.

Like you’d predicted, the second Joe joined the group, you suddenly all became his entourage.

Now you were all Joe's friends.

You weren’t, but, that’s what it felt like.

To Joe’s credit, he didn’t really act any different – he was still his quiet, normal self. Kind of dull, nothing crazy, just there for a laugh, comfortable with the spotlight being off of him for a little bit. That was nice, and you appreciated that.

It was just that your other friends were big dumb idiots. Not all of them, but, enough of them for it to bother you a little.

Although, Joe had changed his hair... so, he'd changed a little since Hollywood had come a-knocking.

It was all fine, though. The conversation automatically sort of continued from where it left of before Joe joined and the small bit of annoyance you felt before quickly disappeared.

You paid close attention to not paying close attention to Joe.

It wasn’t until Joe cheersed his glass with your half empty one to catch your attention that the irritation you'd felt before crept back in a little.

Not because of the focus landing on you, but because of the question he asked.

Not how are you. Not how’ve you been. But, “No David?”

You gave a little sarcastic smile, tilted your head down to look at him through your eyelashes and confirmed, “No David.”

Apparently that was enough for other people to comment on the matter as well.

“Yea, how’s that going?”

“Are you still seeing each other?”

You took too long to answer either question, and when you look a slow sip of your drink to give yourself more time to think of how you were going to frame this, you could see one of your friends groan. The lack of information said plenty.

“Oh no, here we go again,”

“Should’ve known it,”

“Did you dump him already?”

The whole table seemed to feel the same way about you and David not hanging out together anymore. Made sense though, David was the first guy in a good while you'd taken along to meet some of them. Before David, there'd just been a lot of first dates that only sometimes graduated into a second, and then, usually, contact would sort of... fizzle out.

“I didn’t dump him– there was no dumping to be done, we weren’t dating,”

You got a few scoffs.

“What was it this time?”

And, okay, so, your track record wasn't great by any means. It's just that... you were very easy to turn off, you guessed. And once you found something about someone that got under your skin, you couldn't not see it. You couldn't not hyper-focus on it, and you knew that from that moment on, whatever you and whichever guy had together was doomed to fail.

“Just... we didn't really match each other,”

That was the polite, vague way of putting it. You looked at your drink as you said it but felt Joe's eyes stare you down. It burned your cheeks a bit.

“No, be honest,” Izzy said, speaking to you as if you were a toddler before she went for a sip of her drink.

“What? That's essentially exactly why he's not here right now,”

Izzy scoffed, and you silently cursed your best friend. She was going to make you say it. The thing you told her in private. You took a mental note to never be honest with her again.

“Can I tell them the story, or are you going to do it yourself? I'd love to be the one to share it,” she sat up and leant in. Ready.

The eyes of your friends moved between her and you, like they were watching a tennis match, absolutely not sure where this was going, but very exciting to see where it was going to go.

“Well, it wasn't one specific thing,” you started, and foolishly, left too long a silence after. Izzy filled it immediately, because it very much was one specific thing and she couldn't keep the knowledge inside any longer.

“Bad sex.”

It got some hearty laughs from the group, and when you looked at Joe, you caught his narrowed eyes. He looked a bit hesitant, small smile playing his lips as he hovered his glass in front of his mouth, like was about to take a sip, but couldn't because he had to see how you were going to react to Izzy.

“Okay, no,” you fought. “It wasn't bad sex... not, like, not overall, anyway, it wasn't... it wasn't the worst by any means,” you stumbled through your words and it made Izzy shoot up her eyebrows.

“Oh, are we doing specifics?”

You groaned and saw Joe perk up a little from the corner of your eye.

Fuck.

“Absolutely not, that's not... that's not fair on David,”

What you meant was, let's not talk about my sex life in detail in the middle of this pub, thanks very much. But Izzy didn't care though. She hadn't listened to you faking your orgasms through her bedroom wall for a few weeks for fucking nothing.

“What did he claim to be good at?”

“Isabella...” using her full name did nothing, unfortunately.

“He'd boast about it so much, even I started getting a little jealous,”

“I'm going to get another drink,”

Escaping seemed a good idea. Izzy could just talk about the things she'd heard David say to you in the other room without you there. But you were kind of closed in. Couldn't just get up and make your way over to the bar without people having to move out of your way for it.

“What was it?” Joe asked carefully, voice not too loud, the question definitely only aimed for you to hear. Curious. Not that he was being any kinder towards you than any of your other friends were – you could see that cheeky smile, could see how he was ready to let laughter escape him. Plus, everyone heard him anyway.

You saw your friend open her mouth, ready to answer for you.

“Izzy, don't,” you raised a finger, and you silently cursed at yourself for not being able to keep a straight face anymore.

She was going to say it.

“Head.”

Someone snorted into their beer which splashed into their face and that made people laugh more than what Izzy'd said, but now, that information was out there. It made you slump down into your seat so far, you were practically under the table.

“You told him to fuck off for eating you out wrong? Am I hearing this right?” one of your friends asked, not even judgmentally, but more to coax you out of your hiding spot.

It worked.

“Okay, so, listen,” you sat up, ready to justify your actions. You weren't a horrible person, and you needed people to agree. “If you claim to be amazing at something like that, I would kind of expect you to then also... you know, actually know... where things, are?”

You looked around, read your friend's faces and most of them knew exactly what you meant. Didn't need to use the actual words to describe in detail what David couldn't locate.

Izzy read your friend's faces different, though. Thought they did need clarification, and she was an accommodating friend. Wanted to help out. Also enjoyed embarrassing you a little too much, the bitch.

“Kept licking her leg, sucked on everything but her clit,”

“Oh my G–” you hid your face with both your hands, elbows perched on the table.

“David, David, David,” Joe shook his head, tutted at you, seemed to feel genuinely sorry for the guy.

“To be fair, it's a good reason to stop seeing someone,” someone else said, and you quipped a quick thank you. The comment prompted people to go over all of the other reasons you'd turned men down before, and the list was... extensive, to say the least.

Chewed on his food with his mouth open. Dressed like he was colourblind. Was into weird experimental music that really got under your skin. Bit down on his fork when he ate. Held his phone only an inch away from his face when he used it. Kissed with his eyes wide open like a psychopath. Ran after a beerpong ball in a half-crouch and failed in his attempts to grab it as it bounced. Puns.

Every ick came with it's own backstory and you were shocked by how much your friends remembered - you'd forgotten half the things they were bringing up, reminiscing about the batch of men that you'd turned down for reasons they all deemed ridiculous. It was a lot of laughing at your expense. It was a good thing you were a good sport and that you genuinely liked your friends, so you just laughed along. Knew they all would've probably gotten annoyed by the same things you had. You know, eventually.

It wasn't until someone looked around and said, “There's got to be at least one person in here who doesn't scare her off immediately,” and no, no, no, no. You didn't need your friends actually getting involved in you meeting men.

Not tonight, anyway.

But heads started turning and eyes started scoping out the place, gliding across and lingering on men that maybe stood a chance.

You checked and saw that Joe didn't join in. He was looking down below the table, seemingly to check what his feet were touching, or something along those lines, anyway.

It could be a way to opt out of the game that your friends engaged in mostly to just make fun of you. It could also be that his attention span was too short and he was bored. Both options were awful. The fact that you even looked at him to check was awful in and of itself.

You were no better than your friends.

“Okay, enough,” you held up a hand, elbow in the middle of the table whilst you squeezed your eyes shut. “If you're going to make me look at people and come up with an ick, we'll be here all night. I could even go over all of you and think of several icks for each of you, so let's not,” you laughed, hoping it'd put an end to it.

It did the exact opposite.

“Not for me!” one friend argued, and the whole table laughed. Everyone could easily name multiple things, and so it kicked off.

You all went around the table, named things about each other that would drive you mad if you were to date them. It ranged from obvious things like snoring and working too much, to more niche things, like how someone would continuously pronounce a word wrong whilst insisting that they were right (they weren't) and someone else not wearing socks in certain pairs of shoes (gross).

You were the deciding factor each time. If you agreed with what someone said, there was no more arguing and you'd move on to the next person.

Until you reached Joe.

“Let's go, give me all you've got,” Joe beckoned with both hands, welcoming the criticism like a trooper. It was all innocent fun, after all.

And your friends would name things. All sorts. How he sometimes wouldn't reply to texts for days, leaving people on read for ages. How he'd cancel on people by saying wild shit like, “Oops, sorry, can't make it tonight, I'm in Tokyo rn”. The fact that he'd always hold up the last cigarette from a packet and say, “This is the last one, I'm quitting after this,” and then he'd just as easily buy another packet straight after.

But an unsettling realisation dawned on you.

You silently, almost automatically, dismissed everything that your friends mentioned, that got them laughing and got Joe to jokingly gasp and pretend offense to because... none of it turned you off per se.

Your eyes narrowed as you stared at him.

Oh no.

You had to be able to come up with something...

“She fucking hates smokers anyway,” Izzy commented.

“Yea... usually, I do,”

Joe looked at you and raised his eyebrows. “Oh?”

“I don't know...”

Wide eyes looked at each other across the table, and Izzy couldn't fucking believe what she was hearing.

“That doesn't bother you?”

You laughed and gave your friend a panicked look, “It should! But... somehow it doesn't?”

You got a nudge of a knee under the table again and knew exactly what it meant. You pretended you hadn't felt it. That felt safer.

People started repeating things, waiting for you to go, “Ugh yes,” but you didn't, for none of it, and you thought of lying. Of just pretending that something did, but learning that none of Joe's personality traits actually rubbed you wrong was just as shocking to you as it was to everyone else.

Joe even joined in himself, said, “I'm always fidgetting!” but it did the fucking opposite. Made you look at his hands and notice how nice they were.

Shit.

“Is Joe ick-less?” a pair of astonished eyes asked you, and you couldn't fucking believe yourself when you slowly nodded, lips pressed together impossibly tight.

Joe was ick-less... what the actual fuck?!

“Uh oh,”

“We've found the one, guys! Game over!”

“So, when's the wedding?”

You scoffed. Loudly. Your friends were confirming they were big dumb idiots, you didn't even have to do any convincing of it yourself.

“Nah,” Joe said, and when you looked at him, you grew immediately shy. The little smirk and the mischievous eyes threatened trouble. “I can break her...”

Oh, fuck. The air between the two of you sparkled as your friends oohed, all eyes moving back and forth between the two of you. Even Izzy seemed intrigued.

“One week to give her the ick,” someone suggested.

“Easy,” Joe boasted, not breaking eye-contact.

“Why would you care abou–” you started, but were cut off by Joe who's smile got wider by the second as he challenged you, “And if I win?”

Despite the fact that his eyes were on you, the question was directed at your other friends. When they didn't answer, Joe turned to them, “What are we playing for?”

This... this wasn't happening.

“If you lose, she deserves some good head,” Izzy quipped, and you could've murdered her right then and there. Could've broken a glass on the edge of a table to slit her throat with, because what the fuck was that?

“Three days of head,”

“I said good head,”

“Guys, stop!” you tried, but you might as well not have been there.

“And if you win, she'll return the favour,”

“What?! Oh my God, fuck off, we're not doing this,” you waved both hands in a line, signaling that this was enough now. The joke was over. You weren't laughing.

“Three favours then,” someone else proposed.

“Like that's going to make a difference, he'll just ask for three days of head,”

“No, he'll make her his PA, for a con, or whatever,”

“Ooh, good one!”

“Yea, I'm not falling for that again,”

Joe snorted as your friends debated about a bet that definitely wasn't going to happen. You weren't going to shake on this, no matter how badly they wanted this free bit of entertainment for themselves.

“Okay,” Izzy said, smacking the table with a flat palm, shutting everyone up.

“Joe is going give you the ick within a week. If he does, you'll owe him three favours and if he doesn't, you'll be getting from Joe what you haven't gotten from David,”

“What if she lies?”

“She's a terrible liar, I see right through her,”

And Izzy did. Had always been able to.

“Jesus Christ, you're a bunch of delusional losers,” you laughed.

There was going to have to be a moment where Joe would side with you and you'd swipe the whole ordeal off the table together. At least, that's what you expected.

You expected wrong.

Instead of Joe telling your friends to leave you alone, to be sensible and kind, because you hadn't even gotten good sex in a little while, poor puppy... instead of all of that, you noticed how he waited for the commotion at the table to quiet down a little before he said, “Double or nothing.”

“What?”

“Double or nothing. One week of head,”

“Izzy said good hea-,”

“One week of good head, or one week of favours,”

You frowned slightly at him, dumbfounded that Joe seemed to be going with all of this.

He was actually going along with it.

Were you going to want to let Joe go down on you?

Wait.

You wrecked your brain and tried to think of everything that someone had ever done to you that had turned you off immediately. Would those same things be awful of Joe did them?

Probably not. But... maybe.

Shit, you kind of wouldn't mind a full week of Joe going down on you. Making you come on his mouth. It'd be weird, sure, but also, when was the last time someone made you orgasm with just their mouth?

Jesus, what a wild conclusion - you had no idea that Joe confused you this much. If anything, you'd learnt something about yourself today that you honestly never thought was something you were ever going to have to think about.

So the question maybe wasn't, would you let Joe go down on you... The question was, would you let Joe drag you along to be his personal assistant for a week? Because that was most definitely what he was going to ask of you. You had no interest in tagging along to watch someone do their job, and everyone knew this about you.

Fuck, were you... were you considering doing this?

Joe felt the second of hesitation and held his pinky out, hoping he'd get you to link yours with his before that window closed.

Your eyes glanced at Izzy, who somehow looked bored and giddy at the same time.

Should you do it? Joe's pinky flexed and he questioningly raised his eyebrows at you, a small smile playing underneath.

Just for shits and giggles?

What came out of your mouth next was so quiet, it was barely audible in the loud ambiance of the pub.

“Fine.”

But it was okay, people didn't need to be able to hear you. Because it was embarrassing, but also, because what happened next was one of your arms, moving from where it cupped your own face to half way across the table. Your pinky finger met Joe's and they linked.

“Deal.”

Joe's stupid face broke into a huge grin that made you instantly regret agreeing, but his pinky was stronger than yours and held you in its grip as he repeated your words back to you.

“Fine. Deal.”

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mysteryshoptls · 9 months

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SSR Leona Kingscholar - Bloom Birthday Voice Lines

When Summoned: If you're going to act all high and mighty, I'm going to expect something grand from you, y'know? So hurry up and bring out my present, already.

Summon Line: I thought this outfit'd be stifling, but once I put it on it's not so bad. Heh, guess it's actually kinda tasteful.

Groooovy!!: All these herbivores're just lookin' at me all lame and sparkly-eyed. Eh, I guess I can humor them just this once.

Home Set: What, you want to see my magic? Hm, yeah, but should I, though?

Home Idle 1: This is some fancy broom they made. Well, the colors ain't too bad, I guess. I bet I'd really stand out if I flew around on this thing.

Home Idle 2: Well, aren't you super meticulous on something as simple as a cake cutting. I don't really care how you do it, but just get it done before tomorrow comes.

Home Idle 3: The hair tie Jack gave me isn't half bad. Guess I can wear it when doin' club stuff.

Home Idle - Login: I'd like school more if they'd allow for skipping class as a birthday present. Heh, can't see them ever being that thoughtful.

Home Idle - Groovy: I had Cater delete all the pictures he took. Obviously, I asked him nicely. Yeah, that's right, I'm such a shy boy.

Home Tap 1: Can't that guy Rook celebrate more normally? He's just littering a crazy amount of confetti everywhere, there should be limit to these kinds of things.

Home Tap 2: As soon as midnight struck, the guys in my dorm all came to my room to wish me a happy birthday. Geez... They're way too uppity for just a simple birthday.

Home Tap 3: Wouldn't ya believe it, Vil gave me a sewing kit. Something this special deserves to be shoved in the far back of a drawer for posterity.

Home Tap 4: What, you want to know what you can get me? Then, I guess you can go and take my place at that party they're throwing for me. ...Hey, don't take that seriously, I was only joking.

Home Tap 5: You'll go grab some food for me? Then bring me some meat. And just saying, you don't really need need to worry about what kind. Just don't bring anything I didn't ask for.

Home Tap - Groovy: I'm gonna take a nap, so keep watch to make sure no one bothers me. ...What, that's boring? Then sing some lullabies in your mind, or something.

Duo: [LEONA]: You're makin' too much fuss, Cater. [CATER]: Let me celebrate you in grand fashion, Leona-kun!

Birthday Login Message: So, you came to wish me a happy birthday, huh? Well, ain't that admirable of you. So, what did you bring me, then? At the very least, you are presenting a gift to royalty. As such, I'm sure you've prepared a very fine gift. ...Hey, don't freeze up on me. Sheesh, jokes just fly over your head, huh. I'll take it off your hands, so show me what you got behind your back, already.

Requested by @dorito9708.

#twisted wonderland #twst #leona kingscholar #cater diamond #twst leona #twst cater #twst translation #twst birthday #mention: jack #mention: rook #mention: vil

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mangekyuou · 4 months

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hi zuko !!! may i have familial headcanons for the monster trio with a little brother figure that wants to follow in their footsteps (wants to be a pirate, a swordsman, a chef) ? like how they'd treat him, what they feel about him, et cetera... ! thank u if u do take on this request n i hope u have a good day <3

★ WITH A LITTLE BROTHER FIGURE WHO WANTS TO BE LIKE THEM! headcanons ★

── featuring. luffy. zoro. sanji.

── cw. m!reader. no pronouns used. familial pairings. implied younger reader. slight marineford and whole cake island spoilers. mentions of getting injured. me rambling again. not proofread.

── notepad. i just think each of them would make such great older brothers, even though some are more reckless than others.

★ MONKEY D. LUFFY ★

── now the idea of having a younger brother has never really crossed his mind. he has always been among the youngest in his family

── but when you come along, seemingly out of nowhere, he’s so excited. but when you express that you too want to be a pirate, he’s ecstatic, he’s quite literally over the moon

── since you want to be a pirate like him he’s going to take you along with him and you’re going to be the first straw hat. how did the two of you even manage to make it out alive, no one knows

── luffy is the bad influence brother. he’s going to have you jumping right into the face of danger with no regard for safety whatsoever

── safety is not in his vocabulary

── luffy feels the need to be the cooler older brother to you in the way that ace and sabo were to him so that you can keep respecting him and thinking he’s the coolest big brother ever

── your opinion of him matters much more than you would think. if he ever found out you didn’t think he was cool anymore, he would burst into tears

── he knows you can handle your own and he would never get in your way. however, he can be a bit protective of you and is prone to worrying about you. if you disappear for even more than five seconds in a battle, he starts to get anxious

── he’s already lost one brother, and he is terrified to lose another one

★ RORONOA ZORO ★

── zoro doesn’t have any siblings [ that we know of ] so he didn’t really have someone to show him how to be a brother. there are a million other people out there he could easily be your older brother figure, why in the world would even consider him, he thinks to himself

── when you approach him and say that you want to follow in his footsteps and be a swordsman, he supports you

── he saw a bit of himself in you. it was like looking in a mirror at his younger self

── he becomes your first teacher and a very harsh one at that. maybe a bit too harsh sometimes

── he struggles at being soft with his words and comforting you. he gives you his critiques and they end up sounding just like insults. you were starting to lose not only your confidence but also your interest. could you really even be a swordsman if you couldn’t even do this simple move without falling over and almost hurting yourself?

── your insecurities become too much when you almost get yourself killed trying to use a sword in battle after zoro told you that you weren’t ready.

── he never lost his cool with you. but that day, he did. as he was yelling at you, it was all too much and you just ran and hid in the library on the sunny. while talking with robin, he realized that he shouldn’t have yelled at you, that you were just trying to help out.

── when he found you crying, he felt awful. watching you try to hide your face and wipe away your tears because it was weakness and swordsmen weren’t weak, cut deep. that’s not what he wanted to teach you at all :(

── he apologizes to you and confesses that, he was just scared of losing you. he opens up to you about his past, showing you wado ichimonji, and just how much this sword meant to him. never did he ever want to lose someone close to him again.

── with time and very intense training of his own [ training meaning being threatened by nami that if he ever made you cry again, she’d throw him overboard ], he became a better instructor and older brother to you

★ VINSMOKE SANJI ★

── with his complicated relationship with his brothers, sanji isn’t exactly looking to be someone’s big brother. even when you show up with those curious sparkles in your eyes

── though when you express interest in cooking, he’s more than happy to teach you the ropes to impress the ladies. ladies love a man who cares about their family, don’t they?

── he first teaches you the basics, the essentials, everything you need to know as a beginner, and simple but delicious recipes that you can cook for yourself. when he feels that you’re ready, he will slowly move on to more difficult techniques and recipes

── such as using a knife and cutting things correctly. you may have ended up cutting yourself a few times, it’s a painful part of the process, he tells you as he tends to your cuts and scrapes.

── sometimes the dishes that you worked hard on end up all weird and not at all how you imagined them. or sometimes they just end up burnt, leaving the kitchen with an awful smell

── sanji is just proud of you for not giving up. he admired your determination and independence…though he wishes you would let him help you sometimes. as your big brother that’s part of his job description. and so you wouldn’t dirty up so many dishes

── and as his younger brother, it’s in your job description to help him pick up ladies by making him look like the best older brother ever

── but it never works in the way that he hopes it will. so you just end up getting all the attention for the pretty women while he just sulks because that was supposed to be him

#☆ — MY LOVE MINE ALL MINE.#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x male reader #x male reader #monkey d. luffy #luffy #luffy x reader #roronoa zoro #zoro #zoro x reader #vinsmoke sanji #sanji #sanji x reader #one piece oneshots #one piece scenarios #one piece imagines #one piece headcanons

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getosbigballsack · 10 months

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𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝑨 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆

𝑹𝒆𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝒙 𝑵𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒚 𝑺𝒉𝒚 𝑽𝒊𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒏 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆.

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝑨 𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕, 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒗𝒊𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒏, 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒙 (𝒇𝒆𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒄)

𝑨/𝑵: 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒓𝒍. 𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒏 𝒏𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒖𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 2𝑫 𝒎𝒆𝒏 (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`) 𝑩𝑻𝑾, 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓: 𝑨𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓-𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐.

𝑾𝑪: 2.5𝒌

𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖'𝒔 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝑷𝒆𝒏✯

𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚❤︎

Another what-if moment, what if the table.

Rebellious Boyfriend Gojo x Nerdy, Shy Virgin Girlfriend Y/N-chan

You got into a heated argument with your boyfriend over something that he thought was petty. He told you that you were overreacting. He told you that you didn’t need to trouble your pretty little head with the idea of another girl wanting his attention.

After all, you were dating the hottest guy in school, so at this point, you should get used to him getting attention from women who were much more beautiful than you. They didn’t have to put much work into their appearance to get Satoru to even glance at them.

You should get used to it, right? Wrong.

How could you get used to something like this? Especially when those girls who knew that you were dating Satoru told you that you were a bad matchup for him, and even though you didn’t want to believe it, a part of you knew that it was true.

There's so much to say, so much to say. But that's all there is to it. You were feeling nervous about the circumstance, and you wanted to tell him how you felt when he was surrounded by so many girls. You hoped he'd get it. But he didn't; instead, he said you were overreacting. He informed you that he's tired of reminding you that he only had eyes for you.

You were hurt by his words, but you know what hurts you the most?

“Maybe if you weren’t such a prude, Y/N, then maybe you wouldn’t have to feel so insecure about yourself. God fucking dammit, you’re so annoying.”

Yup, that sentence cut you deep, and it was when he realised what he had said to you he understood how deeply he hurt you with those words. He tried to apologize but ran off and told him that he could go fuck himself. What is Gojo going to do now?

Well, he showed up at your house that night with a bouquet filled with your favourite flowers, a small little bag with a gift for you, and your favourite slice of triple chocolate mocha cake. You didn’t know that he was here until your parents sent him up to your room.

You sighed because you had told them you had argued with Satoru earlier. But your parents loved him, so no matter what happened between you and him, they'd do everything for him, even if he didn't ask.

But, in any case, when he entered your room, he didn't say anything. He placed your gifts on the dresser and removed his uniform jacket, which he flung on your bed. He then left and returned with his dinner, which your mother had prepared for him, and placed it on your dresser as well.

He then picked up your gifts and walked over to where you sat on the bed. You both stared at each other for a while and after a long moment of silence, he said, "Hey! I bought you flowers," and then he handed them to you.

"Thanks, I guess," you replied.

"Yeah!" He mumbled quietly and watched as you rested the flowers on the bed before returning to look at him. You both sat there in silence once again and just like before, he broke it. "Y/N, I'm sorry for what I said earlier. I should have never said that to you."

"But you did, though!" You pointed it out.

"And I'm sorry," he apologised. "I know what I said was wrong. I never meant what I said.”

“Then why did you?” you asked him.

“I hate that question,” he replied honestly. He looked at you and saw that you were about to fuss, and he didn’t want you to fuss when he was trying to make up with you. “It just slipped, and I guess I was just getting frustrated over the fact that I have to be constantly reminding you that I only have eyes for you.”

“Yeah, this is what you’re saying now. But when we go to school tomorrow, those girls…”

“No, no, no…” he sighed and slapped his hand over your mouth. “Y/N, I don’t give a fuck about those girls and the attention that their feeding me. I care about you; you’re the one that I give a fuck about, not them. I love you, and I need you to understand that.”

“But…”

“No buts, Y/N!” he gritted through his teeth. “I love you, not them. I need you to understand that I’m in love with you, not them. I don’t fucking care about what they say about our relationship or if they say that we’re not a good match. Fuck all of that; stop listening to them.”

Tears began to swell up in your eyes while your boyfriend continued to speak.

“Y/N, no baby, I chased you for a year just to get you to look at me. It took me a couple of months to work up the courage to ask you out. Did you know how fucking high felt when you said yes to me? I didn’t put all my effort into pursuing the girl that I’m madly in love with, only for her to feel insecure because of what some girls said.”

“Satoru…”

“No, let me finish,” he paused, took a deep breath then continued. “I told you, time after time, to stop listening to what they have to say about our relationship. They are just jealous because you have what they don’t have, or they wish they could be as fucking beautiful as you are. They are the ones that are feeling insecure about themselves, and because of that, they're forcing their insecurity on you.”

He closed his eyes, took a couple of breaths then he continued. “I know all the things that they’ve been saying about our relationship at school, but I don’t care about that. They are just mad because you’re the one I post on Instagram and Twitter; you’re the one that I’m head over heels for. You are the one that I boast about and talk to my family about, and most importantly, you’re the one that I want in my life because I love you. I love that nerdy, shy, quiet girl with the big round glass that looks so cute on her face. That girl is you.”

“Ru…”

“Not done yet,” he said as he pulled his hand away from your lip and cupped your cheeks. “Baby, I love you. I want to be with you. I want to marry you, start a family, have kids, and grow old with you. I don’t care about those bitches, fuck. I need you, and I need you to understand that. Fuck them and their fucking rumors. If anyone has anything to say to you about our relationship, tell them to come have that conversation with me. I’ll beat their fucking ass.”

You giggled because you knew that he wasn’t afraid to beat up anyone who crossed him. Boy or girl, well, he doesn’t hit women; he just made their life a living hell by using Shoko; yeah, she’ll pop them.

“I’m sorry, though, for calling you a prude and saying that you’re annoying. You’re not a prude, and you’re not annoying, and I hope you can forgive me for saying that to you,” he said as he pulled your face closer to his and kissed your lips.

Of course, you forgave him. You forgave him the moment he reassured you that you are all that he needs in his life. But still, it aches you that he called you a prude. “I’m not a prude.”

“I know you’re not a prude, baby,” he said, smiling against your lips.

“Hm… I accept your apology for calling me annoying, but I won’t accept your apology for calling me a prude,” you said when you pulled away from his lips.

“Then what do you want me to do to earn your forgiveness then” he asked in a low flirty tone. “I bought you flowers, cake, and a new necklace; what else would you have me do?”

“I don’t know?”

He smirked before leaning in to whisper in your ear, “What if I ate your pussy out tonight? Would that count as an apology?”

You bit your lip and batted your eyes at him innocently, “Maybe.”

“Mhm… I guess I’ll eat you out later then, when your parents are asleep, that is. I wouldn’t want them to kick me out for sucking their daughter’s pussy.”

“You’re so lewd….”

“Only for you… so why don’t you shower up, and I’ll go ask your dad to let me spend the night, and then we watch a movie and kick it until your parents fall asleep,” he suggested.

“Good Idea!” you answered.

For the rest of the night, he ate while you showered, then went to have a chat with your parents, and before he could ask your father to spend the night, your father asked him to stay the night to make sure that Gojo aired things out with you properly. And who was Gojo to decline such a kind offer?

Anyways while the night continued, it wasn’t until 11:00 pm when your parents had finally gone to bed, and Satoru had you sprawled out on the bed and his lips roughly kissing yours.

…

You gasped when you felt his hand wrap itself around your thighs and pull you closer to the edge of the bed. “Are you sure your parents are sleeping, baby?” he asked as he slid his hand underneath your sleep shirt to pull your panties down your legs.

“Yes,” you whimpered, your fists clenching the sheets beneath you as you spread your legs a bit wider for him to see your dripping, throbbing pussy. “Now hurry up and apologise before they wake up.”

“As you wish, ma’am,” he said as he pocketed your panties and then tossed your legs over his shoulders. You gasped when you felt his finger slowly part your lower lips, his thumb gently massaging your clit as his face got closer to your pussy. “I’m sorry for what I said earlier. Are you going to forgive me?”

“Maybe,” you moaned and closed your eyes to allow yourself to relax and allow your boyfriend to do what he does best with his mouth.

His hot breath against your cunt, had shivers running up your spine when he whispered, “I guess I have my work cut out for me then,” before kissing your clit. “I’m sorry for hurting you,” he whispered against your pussy. “But if eating your pussy will get you to forgive me every time, then I guess I’ll have to hurt your feelings more, huh?”

“What are you saying… oh my god,” you gasped, one hand quickly slapping itself over your mouth to keep your screaming. He’s such a punk, pressing his tongue into your pussy without warning, then he has the gall to lick inside your cunt before pulling away to suck on your clit.

Your fingers gripped the sheet even more tightly as his hand, which had been playing with your clit, slowly proceeded up your shirt to play with your neglected tits. You glanced at him on your knees from beneath your lashes, which were soaking up your tears, to see him lapping up your precious, sinful nectar that only he gets to taste.

"Your pussy's so sweet, baby," he said into your pussy. He adored the taste of your pussy. He loved how it felt to be the first one between your legs, having you in a way that no one else could. Feeling your legs on his shoulder, your juicy thighs against his cheeks, and the lovely smell emanating from your pussy sends his head into sensory overload. Fuck! If you weren’t both still in high school, he would have already busted your cherry and fucked your full with his kids. But he has to wait a few months until graduation, and then he can have you in any way imaginable.

So now he just has to settle for this, you on his tongue driving him to fucking madness.

It’s not like you had it any easier at the other end of the stick; you wanted more from Satoru. You wanted to have him in a way in which only you could talk about. To tell those girls who tried to get with him that only you could bring that much pleasure and good pussy into his life. To let them know that you had your boyfriend hooked on you, your love, and that bombass pussy, that he is not afraid to tell you that he loves you very much.

But you have to wait it out and just enjoy the moment now. Live and get high off the pleasure he was feeding while trying to keep quiet because your parents were sleeping down the hall, and your bedroom door wasn’t all the way locked.

You moaned softly, and he groaned a bit which sent vibrations into your shivering core. He groaned yet again as he worked his tongue on your folds. “Ru, I’m close,” you cried. You felt him smile against your lower lips, his tongue still working between your folds. Your hips bucked when he switched up; you could feel his mouth clamping around your clit, roughly sucking the swollen, sensitive bud into his mouth. “Mhm… I’m cumming.”

“Let it go, baby; been working so hard for your forgiveness,” he groaned against your pussy as he continued to suck on your clit. You were so fucking wet, your pussy messy and dripping with your arousal and saliva; you swore you could see how messy and filthy he sounded with his tongue and his mouth greedily sucking up your sweet pussy like it was the last meal ever.

Your pussy was dripping so much; he swore he could feel your pussy juices coating his chin. “Fuck, yes…” he groaned, feeling your legs tremble against his shoulder. His hand squeezed your breast, his face burying deeper against your cunt. The air in your lungs feels lost, your chest rapidly moving as you desperately grasp for air. His lips kept moving, and your hips kept bucking violently against his mouth. You were feeling so overwhelmed with pleasure; it had you cumming into his mouth without even realising it.

“Ru…” you cried, and he moaned as he continued to slurp up your sweet cum into his mouth. He allowed you to continue to ride out your orgasm against his face until you couldn’t feel your legs anymore.

After you came down from your high, he stood up and quickly captured your lips with his and then whispered, “Do you forgive me now?”

“Yes,” you whispered against his lips and then smiled.

“Ok, now come on, let's get you cleaned up before your parents bust our asses and throw me out,” he said before kissing your lips a final time and then pulling away.

“Great Idea!”

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈٩(◕‿◕｡)۶

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