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Some thoughts on why and how I believe Crowley and Aziraphale's relationship would incorporate sex/why I do not read them as wholly asexual:
This is something I've seen the most discourse about in this fandom, and I've had a few thoughts of my own that I really wanted to expand upon in a full meta/character analysis post. I do understand that this can be a contentious topic, so first, let me clarify a few things:
First of all, this is going to be long. Tbh it probably won't be that organized either. I ramble and I'm not very good at editing, so just... you know. Be warned. (*Hi, it's me from 2 days after writing this; I'm really not kidding, it's LONG)
These are all my own thoughts. They might not be hot takes, because recently I've seen more than a few people come to the same conclusions on a lot of these points as I have. But I've also had these notes in my drafts for about a week and a half now, and have been continuously adding to it as things have occurred to me. This post is essentially just somewhere for me to collect the separate but related meta I've been kicking around in my head.
I fully respect anyone who does see and prefer an asexual reading of this relationship. These are my own thoughts and interpretations as someone who is not asexual. I am in the LGBT+ community, so while I do know a few things about the asexuality spectrum, I am by no means an expert.
This is NOT something I expect, need, or even necessarily want the show (or, God forbid, Neil's tumblr ask box) to address. Tonally, it's just not that kind of show. Newt and Anathema's sex scene was very much played for laughs, and it worked for that reason. If the show found a way to address it in a way that was both appropriate for the tone of the show and ultimately satisfying, then great! But there is so much more to this relationship than sex, and I didn't need a kiss to confirm their love, so I certainly don't need a sex scene. As immortal beings (as I assume they'll stay) there is so much of the rest of their lives we'll never get to see. You can headcanon them as asexual and potentially be right. I can headcanon them as not and be equally potentially right. Again, these are just a collection of my own thoughts, because I think the question of sexuality (or lack thereof) is just as interesting a facet of these characters as any other.
Note: Tbh I've been second-guessing this whole post and debated deleting the whole thing several times for being silly or unnecessary, bc I don't want anyone to think that this is the only thing I care about when it comes to this story/characters. But if nothing else, it's inspired me to write in a way that nothing has in a very long time, so I've decided it's worth continuing, if for no other reason than that.
This is going to be a mixed bag of textual reading, subtextual reading, and a full-on reach or two. It's been a while since I've been in an English class, but if my teachers expected me to find a deeper meaning behind blue curtains, you can expect me to read too deeply into the symbolism of a loaded rifle or an ox rib. (This is probably not what my professors had in mind when grading my literary analysis papers but oh well) My point is, if it feels like a reach, I'm as aware of it as you are. I am in no way saying that all (or even any) of my points made were deliberate on the part of Neil or the actors or the writers or the directors. I am no longer the delulu Apple Tree Yard child of my youth, I promise.
If anything said here is in any way offensive or hurtful to anyone in the asexual community, please do not hesitate to message me or comment and let me know exactly what it was. I promise you it is not my intention to do so, and am happy to clarify or outright edit anything that reads that way.
With all that being said, let's talk about why I think Crowley and Aziraphale would absolutely fuck nasty incorporate sex into their relationship.
Note: I am out of practice with essay writing, so I think I'll just go down the bullet points of notes I have been making, and expand on each as best I can
Food
Where better to start than with Aziraphale's introduction to Pleasures Of The Flesh? (Just a heads up, this entire post may feel very Aziraphale-heavy, and with good reason).
This might be the least hot take here. We've all seen the Job minisode. We've all seen That Scene.
Whether this was intentional or not, the symbolism here is off the charts. Eve was tempted by an apple. So why not go a similar route and tempt Aziraphale with another fruit, or cheese, or bread, or literally anything else for his first experience with food? Instead, we go with a huge, glistening slab of fresh meat that he proceeds to absolutely go feral upon, moaning and gasping into his meal while Crowley watches with what definitely doesn't look to be disgust or even satisfaction with a good temptation. There's surprise at the ferocity of Aziraphale's appetite, certainly. But ultimately he looks to be intensely fascinated by it, while the thunder crashes, the music crescendos, and the earth literally shakes around them.
(It's also interesting to note how very little it takes for Crowley to tempt him with the ox rib. One murmured suggestion, a bit of unwavering eye contact, and vavoom Aziraphale immediately meets him in the middle.)
Cut to Aziraphale devouring the rest of the meat with Crowley splayed back on a makeshift bed, drinking wine and continuing to watch him indulge through half-lidded eyes. Outside a thunderstorm rages while they're learning secrets about each other in warm flickering firelight. It's cosy, it's intimate, and if they'd thrown in a bearskin throw blanket, it might as well be a post-coital scene straight out of Game of Thrones.
The next time (chronologically) we see them discuss food is when Aziraphale "tempts" Crowley with oysters in Rome. So Crowley first tempts Aziraphale with meat and then Aziraphale tempts Crowley with what is widely regarded to be an aphrodisiac. Interesting.
And then chronologically after that, the Arrangement begins to form, which has always reeked of a friends with benefits situation. Just to throw that in there.
It's What Humans Do
In the very first episode, we're shown Gabriel's obvious disgust and bewilderment towards Aziraphale eating sushi, calling it "gross matter" and being proud of the fact that he does not sully his body with it. Aziraphale initially tries to defend his own enjoyment in it, before passing it off as something that humans do, as something he simply has to do in order to blend in (which we know very well is not the case).
He does this again in season 2, passing off Nina and Maggie being in love as "something humans do". But it isn't, is it? Angels are beings of love, and can sense it, and understand very well what it is... up to a point. Even romantic love is obviously within their wheelhouse, given what we now know happened between Gabriel and Beelzebub (we'll come back to them).
What the "humans do" that angels wouldn't understand is messy, physical forms of love.
But here's the thing: Aziraphale and Crowley love doing what the humans do. They love drinking, they (or at least Aziraphale) love eating. They love music. Crowley loves driving and sleeping and watching rom-coms and sitcoms. Aziraphale loves reading and doing magic and earning little licenses and certificates for achievement in his various hobbies. They love to playact at being human so much that they've stopped playacting and started building a genuinely human lifestyle for themselves and with each other.
Once together in an unambiguously romantic sense, why do we think they wouldn't also want to explore one of the most prominent, intimate, powerful human expressions of love and desire with each other?
Angels, Demons, & Asexuality
Here's where I really want to clarify that in no way do I mean that sex is necessary for a healthy, fulfilling, and loving romantic relationship, or that the lack of desire for sex makes you any less human. Asexuality is a sexuality as valid and human as any. What I would say is that it is definitely in the human minority compared to allosexuality.
Angels and demons, on the other hand, are predominately asexual. Sexless/genderless unless Making An Effort. (Which, btw, is a concept introduced as early as the original book; why even bring it up as a possibility? Why not keep angels/demons being sexless/asexual as a hard and fast rule, if not to open up the potential for later use? Chekhov's Effort, if you will. And isn't that something that Aziraphale in particular is shown to do time and time again? He makes an effort in French and driving and magic, doesn't he?)
And this is why I don't believe Aziraphale and Crowley necessarily need to be asexual, narratively. There is already a huge amount of ace rep within the angels and demons (and no, not just the horrible ones. Muriel also doesn't "drink the tea" and has no reason or desire thus far to Make An Effort, and there are certainly other angels and demons who aren't horrible like the archangels seem to be who likely wouldn't Make An Effort either).
The central conflict for Aziraphale and Crowley is that they are on their own side, the ones who went native, the ones who are so different in so many ways from their respective hives. It would make sense for them to also break away from traditional angel/demon asexuality.
I say "traditional angel/demon asexuality", because I would also like to note that I would absolutely not rule out demisexuality for either of them. This post is being written to as a response to people who specifically believe that they (like the rest of the angels/demons seem to be) would be sex-averse in a relationship, and that it wouldn't be a factor in their relationship. I could easily read them as demisexual, but I do think there would be no real way of verifying this, because they've never been able to form as close an emotional relationship with anyone else but each other. Certainly not in heaven, and I can't imagine they would be able to form that kind of attachment with any of the humans, who they love and emulate but ultimately regard as the separate species they are. So yes, they could either be allosexual or demisexual, in my opinion.
Then again, now that I think about it, Making An Effort itself could be a great metaphor for demisexuality, since they would be entirely sexless/asexual until they have enough of an emotional connection with someone to consciously manifest otherwise. Since the other angels and demons don't generally form those types of emotional connections with anyone, there hasn't been a precedent for it.
Except...
Brielzebub
We do have a precedent for it now, don't we? Gabriel and Beelzebub fell in love. They are a direct foil for Crowley and Aziraphale's relationship, speedrunning right through their courtship and finding their happily ever after on the other side of things.
For being such a 1 to 1 comparison, it feels deliberate that they did not kiss. They held hands, they were gooey with each other, but they did not kiss. That feels like such a deliberate thing to omit when you know what's to come at the end of the episode between Crowley and Aziraphale.
And going back to the food = sex metaphor for a moment, let's notice how even as they fell in love over the years, even when pints and crisps were there on the table in front of them, they never felt the desire to reach out for them. They didn't need to. It's a date (love story) even if you aren't eating dinner (sleeping together).
Yes, I know Jim liked hot chocolate. No, I am not counting it because I don't consider Jim and Gabriel to be the same person with the same proclivities, and Jim was highly suggestible at the time anyway.
Gabriel and Brielzebub's big happily ever after moment (as of now) was one between two asexual supernatural beings. They did not need to kiss to drive the point home. They showed what Crowley and Aziraphale could have, if they would only acknowledge it.
Crowley & Aziraphale's Dissatisfaction
But they do have that already, don't they? If you really think about it, what do Gabriel and Beelzebub do with each other that Crowley and Aziraphale don't already? They hold hands, they spend time together, they create little rituals, they give gifts, they're visibly and verbally affectionate with each other, etc. They are more or less already in a romantic asexual marriage relationship with each other, aren't they?
And it doesn't seem to be enough for either of them.
At the beginning of the season, Crowley is immediately shown to be unsatisfied with the way things are. Obviously part of it comes from living in his car, but it seems to be more than that (especially since Aziraphale makes it clear that the bookshop is just as much Crowley's as his, implying that he could have been living there the whole time and is choosing not to, for some reason?). You could argue he's feeling unmoored without Hell telling him what to do, but isn't that what he wanted? Isn't that what he still wants, by the end of the season? All season long, he's never indicated the desire for a new job, or a new project. He stopped the apocalypse because he wanted the freedom to openly spend time with Aziraphale, to spend his time on Earth however he sees fit. Until Gabriel arrives, he has exactly that (minus a flat).
So where does the dissatisfaction come from? And if it represents anything to do with his relationship, what does he want out of it that he isn't getting already?
I think Crowley only really comes to the realisation of what he's missing when Nina names it for him, not only putting them in the category of romantic, but physical (outright asking if they are sleeping together). These two posts [1], [2] go into more detail about what I mean, but I think it really pushes him into acknowledging that their relationship is more human than either of them have stopped to consider, and what that might mean as far as everything a human relationship can entail.
After all, Nina and Maggie only advised that he should talk to Aziraphale, make clear his feelings. The decision to kiss him, to tip them over the edge from nonphysical to physical, that was all him. And no, kissing isn't sex, but I wonder how taboo even that might be in the kind of all-encompassing asexuality most angels seem to identify with. (If they're disgusted by food and drink, I can only imagine what they think of snogging, much less sex.)
Aziraphale doesn't have this moment of someone observing their relationship from the outside. He loves Crowley, and as of 1941 probably even knows he's in love with him in a way that Crowley doesn't understand yet. Which makes sense, since love is technically his job, he'd be more likely to recognise it for what it is.
However, Aziraphale's reference for romance and relationships is Jane Austen. It's chaste. It's dancing and dinner and doing sweet things for each other and roses and candles and handholding. He contextualises his love for Crowley in that soft fantasy sort of way, where it's there, it's obviously there, but it's neat and easy and unspoken. Not to quote Glee in this, the year of our lord 2023, but it's all very "the touch of the fingertips is as sexy as it gets".
Someone should tell that to Aziraphale's face, then.
I'm not going to pretend I know what Michael Sheen's script notes were, but there were definitely some Choices™ made. Because yes, there were plenty of moments in both seasons with Aziraphale looking at Crowley in a sweet, loving, smitten way. And then there were moments that were yearning.
But yearning for what, exactly? All of those sappy Jane Austen tropes already apply to the two of them. So why are there moments where Aziraphale is looking Crowley up and down like the last eclair in the window and licking his lips and visibly exhaling like he's trying to get in control of himself (see: Bastille scene + Crowley telling Muriel to ask him if they have any other questions about love)? Why is Aziraphale not only unconcerned when Crowley shoves him bodily up against a wall in s1, but staring at his lips and a beat too late in noticing Sister Mary's arrival? Why are some of his lines so suggestive? I'm sorry, but the car ride after the church explosion might as well have been the beginning of a Pizza Man porn with a really weird Blitz theme. If even my mother picked up on that vibe, I can't imagine it wasn't intentional on part of both the dialogue and the delivery.
(This section may feel like more of a reach/joke, but I'm really only 20% joking. These are writers and actors who are EXTREMELY good at their jobs; they know what they were doing here.)
More importantly, I don't think Aziraphale is even aware that there is more to what he wants. He lives in the Jane Austen fantasy and it never even occurs to him that he might be interested in anything further. It never even occurs to him that, as an angel, there is anything further to be interested in in the first place. Until Crowley forces it to occur to him. Just like I believe Nina forced Crowley to confront the idea that romantic love is what he's been feeling all along, I believe Crowley forced Aziraphale to confront the idea that physical intimacy is something he's been wanting, without even realising.
Aziraphale's Hedonism
Expanding on Aziraphale for a moment. We talked about his relationship with food, but we all know that Aziraphale is defined by his love of things that Feel Good.
It isn't just that he and Crowley love human things. Aziraphale loves the best of the best, or at least his version of it. He doesn't just love food, he loves going to fancy restaurants. He doesn't just love clothes, he loves soft, cosy, warm, plush clothes, or shiny, flashy, bougie fashion. He loves the warmth of tea and cocoa, loves getting drunk, and sitting in a comfy chair in the sunlight. He doesn't just experience, he indulges.
Given the emphasis put on things that Aziraphale loves just because they Feel Good, it feels narratively strange to assume that he wouldn't enjoy the feeling of being touched, or that he wouldn't be willing to try it, at least once, with someone he cared very deeply for. And just like the ox rib, I think that once he gets the first taste of things, he would absolutely tip over into complete and utter self-indulgence.
Dancing
I also think that dancing could be construed as a huge metaphor here. After all, we're told flat-out that angels don't Dance. Except one.
I would argue that Aziraphale, in fact, Made An Effort to learn how to Dance. He threw himself into the gavotte with delight (at a Victorian gay club; noted) and worked hard to be good at it. He's chomping at the bit to Dance with Crowley, working up the nerve to ask him with undeniably romantic intent and eagerness. So, angels don't Dance... unless they Make An Effort to do so.
We are told that demons, on the other hand, do Dance, but not well. Makes sense, since they're the ones who would want to encourage a deadly sin like lust, but have as little understanding of human love and physical intimacy as the angels. Crowley, however, is shown to be an excellent dancer at the ball, especially in his compatibility with Aziraphale.
(But Aziraphale WandaVisioned the ball so everyone knew how to dance! Yes, he did. However, the rest of the brainwashing doesn't seem to affect Crowley in any way, and they did actually live through the time period where this sort of dancing was a social norm; I'd be surprised if he never needed to learn. After all, the demons can't spell either, and Crowley is at least functionally literate, as far as we know.)
As of today, it's also been confirmed that when Aziraphale asked Crowley to dance, Crowley replied with "you don't dance." Not "WE don't dance". So going along with the metaphor, Crowley is just now discovering that Dancing is something Aziraphale is interested in at all, much less with him, and not denying that he himself is interested in Dancing. In his defense, I believe he was asleep for a few years while Aziraphale was learning the gavotte, so he wasn't exactly aware of Aziraphale's hot girl summer.
Love Languages
I want to expand on that; Crowley and Aziraphale's compatibility. Specifically in regards to their individual love languages.
We all know Crowley's love language is Acts of Service. I don't think there's any debate there. He loves it, Aziraphale loves it, they're both aware of it, we're all aware of it, God and Satan are aware of it, no surprise there.
You may disagree with me, but I believe Aziraphale's love language is Physical Touch, for a number of reasons. One of which being his aforementioned hedonism. Aziraphale likes things that Feel Good, remember? He likes soft clothes, and well-worn books. Neil himself has said that they like holding hands. And any time he is taken by surprise (Brielzebub getting together, the wave of love in Tadfield, etc.) what is the first thing he does? Reaches out for Crowley. He stops him with a hand to the chest in the pub. He leads him by the hand to the dance floor. He guides him by the waist in the graveyard. He reaches out during the entire Brielzebub scene, whether he can reach Crowley or not. Despite his own turmoil, he grasps at Crowley's back during the kiss.
The one time Crowley reaches out for him (not counting the kiss yet; we'll get there), he is aggressively pushed against a wall (by someone he loves and trusts) with a complete and utter lack of concern (and perhaps some interest, depending on how you read it).
And when he isn't reaching out for anyone, or there isn't anyone to reach out to? Well, he's wringing his own hands together, squeezing his own fingers, as if to find that physical comfort in himself.
So. With that theory in mind, we have Aziraphale (Physical Touch) + Crowley (Acts of Service). Throw in 6000+ years of deep love, cherished companionship, and forcibly repressed longing, and there is a very real potential of this combination resulting in fierce sexual compatibility. Where Aziraphale would want to touch and be touched, to indulge in physical pleasure with someone he adores, in the same the way he indulges in every other fine thing in his life. And where Crowley would want to indulge him in return, to give him everything he wants, and to take pleasure in Aziraphale's pleasure, in the same way he enjoys watching him take joy in food everything else.
So Aziraphale is an angel who is insecure about his own less-than-holy desires, who would want to treat Crowley like a luxury to be touched and cherished and adored. And Crowley is a demon who has, over the millennia, been unhappy about how they've been forced to deny even their friendship with each other, who would want Aziraphale to feel comfortable and safe and encouraged to indulge in earthly delights. That sounds like a stunning recipe for sexual compatibility to me.
"You said 'trust me'" / "And you did"
Just like the Job minisode, the Blitz is RIFE with symbolism (intentional or otherwise). This one will be quick, but I did want to touch on it because I thought it was interesting. Maybe I'm reaching at this point, but I'm assuming you read the tin.
First of all, Crowley not wanting to admit to never firing a gun before; comes off as someone who very much does not want to admit to their crush that they're a virgin ("You must have done this lots of times!" / "Umm.... yyyyyeah.")
(You could make the argument that Aziraphale having a firearms license and a Derringer in a hollowed-out book is symbolic of him not being a virgin while Crowley is. I disagree, for reasons I'll go into later, but it's a valid reading. However, I see it more like keeping a condom in your wallet; it's there in case you need it, but the opportunity has not yet risen no pun intended.)
More importantly, the theme of this entire minisode is trust. We already know they trust each other with their lives against the rest of Heaven, Hell, and the world. But specifically, this is about the importance of having complete trust in your partner in a charged, physically vulnerable, intimate moment, where the only danger is between the two of you.
Aziraphale needs to believe Crowley would never hurt him if he can help it. Crowley needs to trust Aziraphale's unwavering blind faith in him. Frankly, it all feels very symbolic of two people deeply in love losing their respective virginities with each other.
The trick is a success, and they share an intimate candlelit dinner in which they reaffirm their faith in each other. Aziraphale also begins to voice his agreement with Crowley, that maybe Heaven's rules shouldn't have to be as black and white as they are, and that there are benefits to... blurring the lines, shades of grey, wink wink (at which point even my mom was like, whoa guys, this is a family show).
Btw also: Can we all agree how much it looked like Crowley was getting ready to get a lapdance in that one scene? You know the one.
Also also: "Aim for my mouth"? Come on.
The Birds & The Bees
Now that I think of it, there's also something to be said for the fact that Crowley and Aziraphale are both obviously familiar with where babies come from (how they're made and how they're born) while the other angels aren't.
Something something Aziraphale and Crowley fundamentally understand sex and reproduction in a way the other angels (and probably demons) very much do not, nor have any desire to.
Probably not important. Just thought it was worth mentioning.
The Kiss™ & Religious Trauma
The Kiss. Where to even begin?
This has definitely been the hardest one to start, because there is so much going on here that I definitely won't be able to cover it all, and will certainly miss a few things here and there.
Aziraphale's reaction to the kiss afterwards is the most interesting to me. And I don't mean directly after, I don't mean the "I forgive you" part. I mean the way he touches his lips when Crowley is no longer in the room and he no longer needs to save face, when he is completely alone. Had it been directly after the kiss, it would have been rightfully read as horror, or disgust, a shield to discourage further action.
It's not. It isn't just a touch, it's a press. As desperate and angry and unexpected and imperfect as the kiss had been, Aziraphale is pressing it into himself, recreating the feeling as best he can. Beneath all the poor timing and shock and hurt from their fight and fallout, I think it's fair to say that it was something he enjoyed. Something he doesn't think he should enjoy, something that Feels Good that he only allows himself to indulge in when completely alone.
Remember, Aziraphale's idea of love is Jane Austen and gentleness and courtship and fantasy. If he'd ever even considered kissing an option, it might have been gentle pecks, cheek kisses, forehead kiss, hand kisses. Soft, safe, chaste affection.
Crowley's kiss turns all of that on its head. He introduces physical intimacy in a very real, very messy, very human way that I don't think Aziraphale ever even considered could apply to them. Considering what other angels are like and what they look down on, even Aziraphale's Jane Austen fantasies probably would have been considered taboo.
So for their first kiss to be rough and desperate and passionate in the way it was, of course he was confused and in shock. It was deeply physical, and as overwhelming and awful as it was in the moment, it Felt Good. Enough that he grasped at Crowley and kissed back, if only just for a moment, before stopping himself. Enough that he actively pressed it into his lips afterwards, in private, to remember.
I adore how Neil has decided to evolve these characters past the first book/season. More so in this season, Aziraphale and Crowley have both become such interesting allegories for queer people on either side of the spectrum of toxic religion. Aziraphale in particular obviously, because he is the side that so desperately wants to believe, to make a difference, and to unlearn all of the propaganda he's been fed over such a long time. Just like so much of organised religion, there is so much that he is told, time and time again, that he should not want, that he is silly or stupid or outright wrong for wanting. It reminds me so much of the severe Catholic guilt one might feel for wanting/engaging in sex for the first time, and the stigma of being queer layered on top of that.
What is so critical to Aziraphale's character is that he goes on wanting, and more than that, actively pursues. He was convinced to go up against Heaven and Hell and stop all of Armageddon because he wanted to go on listening to music and eating lunch and reading books and enjoying the simple company of the person he cares most deeply for, even if that person is supposed to be the enemy.
All this to say that if angels are as generally asexual/sex-averse as I believe them to be, narratively speaking, it would make sense for Aziraphale to be singular in that regard as well. Mirroring his first experience with food, it would make sense for Crowley to be the one to first introduce this new messy, physical, human dynamic between them, for Aziraphale to hesitate (obviously we are at the Hesitation phase at the moment), and then (eventually) for him to dive in wholeheartedly, to absolutely glut himself on this new thing that Feels Good. It would make sense for his character development to show him overcoming his metaphorical Catholic guilt and pursuing the sexual intimacy most (if not all) of the other angels would scorn.
(I can't help but remember that plot idea Neil described from the unwritten sequel, with Aziraphale in a hotel room trying to watch a full porno by way of the free 2-minute teaser clips so he wasn't technically sinning by paying for it. I so hope this is used in season 3, because gosh, I wonder why Aziraphale would suddenly be so interested in observing human physical intimacy after 6,000 years. Lonely and doing a little surreptitious research there, angel?)
Crowley, on the other hand, is the queer person who has broken free from his toxic religion. He prides himself on being his own person, on their his own side. He doesn't have the hang-ups Aziraphale does. He doesn't worry that he's going to be judged or cast aside for wanting things he's not supposed to. So it only makes sense for him to be the first one to suggest/initiate physical intimacy. It makes sense for him to be the one who "goes too fast" (another fantastic example of this dynamic beginning as early as s1; what is that conversation in the car meant to represent, if not Aziraphale being overwhelmed by the intensity of their relationship, and his fear of succumbing to it when he believes he shouldn't? It's also interesting that this is the first conversation to take place in Soho, just after watching Aziraphale realise he's caught feelings for a demon, with the red glow of lust serving as the backdrop).
Do I think the kiss in and of itself was sexual? No. I think it was a passionate and devastating last-ditch effort on Crowley's part to convey the way he feels for Aziraphale. Not just that he loves him, but that he loves him in the most human way possible. But I do think that the kiss represents how they can move forward from here, and what they might want to explore with each other once they feel free enough to do so.
In Conclusion
I am sure, deep in my bones (unless we are explicitly told otherwise), that this was both of their first kisses no, I'm not counting the gavotte, and that neither of them have ever thought to do anything else physical with the humans while they have been on Earth. Like I said before, they adore the human race and lifestyle in general, but ultimately view them as a separate species altogether, and they seem mostly happy to keep to themselves and each other, unless otherwise necessary. I just can't see either of them being drawn enough to a human to pursue anything close to sex. If Crowley in particular has had anything to do with sex in the context of temptations, I'm positive he would be inciting lust amongst the humans themselves, not involving himself directly. At least not that directly.
So, like every other human experience they've had on Earth, sex is something new that they could explore together, just the two of them, on their own side. A deeply intimate, tangible declaration of their love and everything they've gone through to earn it. A visceral finger to give both Heaven and Hell. A renewed appreciation for their corporations and for each other's. A enjoyable method for immortal beings to simply pass the time in each other's company. A new and exciting way to Feel Good, and all the variations that come with it.
You might agree with this post, or you might not. Whether this is something that is ever addressed or not, it doesn't matter to me. This is a brilliant love story either way, and I genuinely feel so privileged to witness it.
But I just can't find it in myself to imagine, given everything we know about these two characters, that sex isn't an experience they would both consume with wholehearted enthusiasm, curiosity, and profound, ineffable adoration.
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Whose POV is it Anyway?
A Companion to Owls.
DO NOT ASK NEIL ABOUT FAN THEORY
Job 30:29-31
I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls. My skin is black upon me and my bones are burned with heat. My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.
Continuing my analysis of the narrator/POV perspective of Good Omens season two with a look at the episode 2 minisode set in 2500 BC, Uz. God, I love this minisode.
For reference & context, I recommend reading these posts:
Whose POV is it Anyway? - Introduction
Lens Filters
POV "Your 'Something's Wrong' Voice"
POV a Trip to Hell and a 25 Lazarii Miracle
We open our journey into the land of Uz with Crowley giving Job's goats a speech that sounds awfully similar to his own troubled relationship with The Almighty. Crowley is alone here. The episode cold-opens and we've had no lead up to suggest otherwise, so this is Crowley's POV. His hair is short and more vibrant, I'd say this is likely the Black Diffusion FX filter.
Yes for the sake of this post I am doubling down on the fact that there are TWO SEPARATE WIGS. See more here.
Aziraphale arrives, he looks cute and silly, the permit is long, the goats are "destroyed" and they part ways.
The next scene we get is Aziraphale in heaven checking with Muriel and the Archangels that the permit Crowley has is in fact legitimate. This time, we are seeing Aziraphale's POV. Heaven is a stark white office building but the golden hue is almost overwhelming in this flashback. The Bronze Glimmer Glass filter is clearly being used here.
Aziraphale decides he's going to confront Crowley about saving the children, little does he know Crowley wouldn't harm them to begin with but regardless...
When we re-enter the minisode, we do so via a subtle zoom in on Crowley's face in modern day. We then enter the scene through Aziraphale's illustrated Bible and see Crowley asking Job where his kids are. We've again lost the golden glow of the BGG filter, moved back to the BDFX filter and into Crowley's POV. Crowley's hair is still short, Aziraphale isn't present here, he's alone, so these are his memories.
When we see Crowley walking up to the house to find the kids we have switched back to Aziraphale's POV. The scene is extremely warmly lit, it's soft and yellow, and Crowley is now in a different wig. His hair is much longer, softer and more attractive looking. In one of the X-Ray behind the Scenes videos I even caught a screenshot of the film slate from this scene and you can clearly that they've written in BGG as the filter used, so we have confirmation.
We continue through the Job minisode in Aziraphale's POV. The reveal of the goats, saving the kids, the ox rib temptation, the first conversation about loneliness, it's all from Aziraphale's POV. until after he "comes to" in the bookshop in present day.
When we revisit the minisode, and for the remainder of it we are seeing it from Crowley's POV which was an interesting thing to realize. We see Crowley and Aziraphale witness Job speaking with God, saving Jobs children, deceiving the Archangels, and having their emotionally revealing conversation overlooking the beautiful sea all from Crowley's POV. His hair remains short and more vibrant red throughout all of it, we don't see the return of his long long gingery waves. The lighting when the angels are present for the children's "resurrection" is very warm but I'm going to chalk that up to the Heavenly Hosts presence.
It makes sense that this reaction is Crowley's POV. Silly silly angel, did a good deed and thinks he's a demon?! But then he realizes how upset Aziraphale is, how scared and he comforts him. He tells him he isn't going to do anything that would hurt him, that would get him in trouble. Then, something about the fact that what follows is also from Crowley's memories, his perspective...
"That sounds..."
"Lonely? Yeah."
"But you said it wasn't."
"I'm a demon. I lied."
NEXT POV The Dirty Donkey & I think I Found a *Clue*!
#good omens#good omens 2#michael sheen#david tennant#crowley#good omens meta#aziraphale#crowley x aziraphale#good omens theories#good omens clues#good omens theory#good omens analysis#good omens clue#good omens mystery#ineffable mystery#ineffable husbands#ineffable divorce#ineffable spouses#ineffable idiots
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Thinking about Harry and all the animal parallels that follow him through the narrative. It's true that these animal parallels reflect the way that the brutality of individualist moralism strips him of humanity as someone who has fallen through the safety nets, and his agonised shout of 'I don't want to be this kind of animal anymore' can be interpreted as a direct admission of the RCM's dehumanisation of him as a disabled addict who is no longer as 'useful' as he once was. Gottlieb even directly tells him '[he] lost [his] human visage a while back.' Jean calls him 'the most dangerous animal of them all'. The rabid dog that needs to be put down, the black dog (also a common metaphor for chronic mental illness!) that Mollins shoots as it licks its wounds; the scared, hurt, frightened animal lashing out, chewing off it's own leg to escape the trap that it's caught in. The wild dog is all they can see.
But then there is a flipside to these parallels too; a kindness, a gentleness, almost a freedom in Harry’s animal parallels. He's strong like a 'goddamn ox,' like a bear ('I had to kill the bear to become the bear'). He's a harrier hawk, a name given to ensure his safety, raised up to the level of the aerostatics looking down over Revachol, 'soar[ing] on the wings of [his] spirit hawk.' He's a leopard ('its impossible to know where you end and the leopard begins'), discovering or rediscovering a love of softness and sensuality that he'd not known before via the leopard print leotard that 'speaks to the animal inside [him]' and touches on his relationship with his gender ('Yes, this is the type of animal I want to be.').
He's a 'seagull', a bird that will do 'whatever it takes to survive,' a 'bird of paradise' that tells a story of 'endurance- and adaptation' ('You! You and the seagull are just alike!'). He survives, despite everything, despite the grimness of the world around him. He endures. Even the sea monster comparison is oddly kind ('You've become a sea monster -- giant, hidden and... strangely tender at heart'). Even as a monster, he's still gentle; he still has so much love for this world that has wrung every last bit out of him. As if his tenderness is such an inherent part of him that no matter what monstrous face he wears, no matter what creature is there in his shadow, he cannot help but have some trace of it at his core. His tender soul 'quivering like jello.' The pain he feels is raw and animal but so is the love he feels. So is the hope and the fear and the wonder.
#every time i read the leopard scene i go feral over it i love him#guhhhh words are difficult and this is a mush but i hope you understand what I'm trying to say#disco elysium#harry du bois#long post#again apologies if this doesn't make sense#also the sea monster line is from him trying on the blue lens glasses lmao it sounds much deeper than that but i still love it so much#tender as in his still-aching heart and the raw wound of his memory loss but also tender in his love for the world#calling himself a monster but even still he can't erase the tender parts of himself#DE rambling
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Shoutout Sunday
it is so freaking kind of @littlejuicebox and @tallymonster to tag my work in their shoutout posts, so i wanted to add my own recs of fics i am currently wishing I could leave 1000 kudos on.
also fair warning, i'm a long fic girl. give me an OC to be obsessed, someone i can imagine my own hanging out with, and hopefully one that their author is also obsessed with. i wanna feel that through the writing. and with these, you can.
Pieces Left Stuck in Your Teeth by @howlsmovinglibrary / @wetcatspellcaster - i couldn't put this down when i started it, to the point i was reading it in the car when i should have been grocery shopping. i couldn't stop. it is witty always, devastating at times, and this version of Astarion is just terrible and hilarious in all the best ways
Not Your Sweetheart by @kittenintheden - the most natural dialogue I've ever read, and also the most hilarious. kitten also has such a talent for writing every character in a way that has me laughing each time anyone in her fic speaks. unless it hurts, in which case, it's gonna hurt a LOT
I Want to be Better; Let's Make Each Other Worse by @redrook - my frequent writing bud who's ideas outdo my own more often that not, Jack is an absolute genius and their fic shows it with every word written. the strange ox like you've never seen him before, dolphin riding, ceiling sex - you name it, it's in here AND it makes sense
Pour One Out by the absolutely delicious mind of @aevallare - auristarion supremacy for always. we all know kindred but if you aren't also reading Pour One Out you are, unfortunately, a fool
Sonnet of the Lone Cardinal by @brain-rot-central - neech is doing something truly different with this devastating and delicious A!A piece. and for it to be her first long fic??! the talent is insane
Made for This by @olivedrop - Olive's fic brings me so much joy, not just because Olive herself is an absolute delight, but because her writing is so real and the way she captures the companions feels like it was cut dialogue it's so good
now you want some SMUT? OKAY lets talk - take these and call me in the morning
Think of Me by @scaryanneee is the smut fic of all time for me. i've recced this an unhealthy number of times, probably bordering on it being obsessive
inevitable by @aevallare the smut fic i rec the second most because it's just so easy to place myself in the moment alex writes and as always, i love when the tadpole gets thrown in while folks get nasty
Where were you when I was new? by @kittenintheden - just shut the fuck up and read this and you'll get it. also i'll never stop thinking about how kitten writes dialogue in smut because holy cow
Pent Up by @underdark-dreams - this isn't even Astarion I'm sorry. it's Rolan. i don't even know if i like Rolan. BUT I LOVE THIS FIC. it is so fucking good oh my god.
Careless Whisper by @tallymonster - okay i might be biased because Tally offered to mention Halia here and made her the goddamn prima ballerina, but this is also just So Good and such a fun read. modern AUs don't usually work for me, but this one is that charming
and of course, though i doubt you need my rec to know her by now, anything written by miss @fangswbenefits will make your toes curl. and i mean anything.
#astarion fic writers#astarion fic recs#astarion fanfic recs#astarion fic#astarion fanfic recommendations#fanfic recommendation#fanfic rec#bg3 fanfic#hagbabbles
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Bluelock Cuddling headcanons
ft. Isagi, Chigiri, and Kunigami
Request: none
A/N: one of my racehorses won a race today so here’s a little gift to celebrate my good mood!
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Yoichi Isagi
the respectful kind
his favorite is half-cuddle — him on his back, you curled up into his side, head on his chest. Does his arm fall asleep? Absolutely. Will he stop? Never.
make his heart wobble any time you look up and about how much you like this — spending time with him, being close like this, knowing he cares about your opinion enough to ask so frequently for it.
Isagi is the kind that likes to cuddle the nights before a stressful thing. He gets to talk out his troubles and generally feel better about whatever anxieties he's got. Also, he genuinely seeks your life advice. He talks through his problems, that's who he is, and with you like this it feels like such a private time of vulnerability.
You habitually play with one another's fingers and hands. Usually it's sweet, but sometimes it devolves into thumb wars, arm wrestling, and even all out tickle battles. Sometimes he even lets you win
If he's lucky he can get you to fall asleep before he does. Reason? He likes watching you doze on him. Something about you falling asleep to the dip and rise of his chest makes him all giddy and humble at the same time.
Inevitably someone walks in on you two only to be greeted with the terror-inducing glare he pins them down with. Wake you up and they are not long for this world.
Hyoma Chigiri
the timid kind
go-to is the traditional spoon. It means you don't have to look at him and whatever embarrassment he's gotta be showing while being this close to you.
As time goes on, he starts to get almost too comfortable with it. On the phone? Playing a game? Fuckin' doing laundry? Doesn't matter. When he's lying on any bed or couch, there is a distinct bubble of space, and if you invade the bubble, you're within striking distance. His arms are nearly as fast as his legs. Chigiri will latch onto you, will pull you in, and will interrupt whatever it is you wanted to do so he can spoon you.
Rub his hand or intertwine fingers while he's got an arm draped over you and he is GONE
There have been times when he's pushed you away, and though it makes sense — he's always been the kind to close himself off, turn vile and harsh when he's hurting — it breaks you. When you're both ready to reconcile, somehow it ends with your back to his chest, his legs mixed with yours, and his warm hand holding you snug to his body.
Also likes this position because it lets him nuzzle in right on the wispy hairs at the bottom of your neck or the big vein on the side.
Turn the tables on him by flipping over in his grip and facing him head-on. It's also a nice way to get even closer to him when you've had a bad day. A kind of haven can be found in nestling under his chin. He's alright with this — it means you can't see his face and the obvious love-sick tint to his eyes.
Rensuke Kunigami
the kind that doesn't know his own strength
best likes the space-saver, aka, one person laying on top of the other. Boy doesn't care which of you is on top. He likes supporting your body or you supporting his — something about being the other person's strength makes the back of his head tingle.
first time he lays on you, he doesn't check his weight at all, just flops down. Immediately thinks he's broken you when you squeak. After that he's almost too wary about hurting you. Am I too heavy? Can you breathe okay? Do I need to get up? You can get on top if you want. Relax Kunigami, just don't fall from orbit and you'll be fine.
Icing on the cake is when you play with his hair. Dude could be angry as an ox, ready to rip someone in half, and two minutes of your fingers in his hair has him fighting to stay awake and spend time with you. What was he angry about again?
One time you fell asleep on his chest, all blissed out and comfy, only to wake up in a shiny puddle of your own drool. You were, understandably, mortified, but the embarrassment turns to affection when he casually disregards the whole thing: it's just a shirt, it'll dry.
You figured you repaid the favor when several weeks later he was one on top of you, head burrowed unceremoniously into your stomach, arms underneath your back, refusing to look up or speak. The reason revealed itself when he finally met your eyes.
Tears. Tiny sniffs too. Four words: I failed my team. That was all he said before digging his face back into your skin. It took time, and a lot of encouragement, but he did eventually snap out of the funk and even apologized for messing up your clothes. It'll dry, you said, and you shared a little snicker.
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Fatal Attraction
Chapter Six
Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader/ Wanda Maximoff x Jarvis Stark
Warnings: Angst. Fluff.
Taglist : @natashamaximoff-69 @canvascoloredin @wizardofstories @louxbloom @wandanats-goodgirl @the-ox-fan20 @ladyqueenxoxo @aemilia19 @wandaromamoff69 @mfd-101 @dorabledewdroop @marvelogic @dopeyouth @karsonromanoff @bimad (if you want to be added to my taglist, please DM me or comment)
18+ MINORS DNI
Wanda remained in Y/N’s apartment throughout the night, lying awake in their bed as they stayed on the sofa, not wanting to make her uncomfortable, although they couldn’t sleep either. Seeing Wanda in such pain made them angry, furious that someone could do something so hurtful and deceitful to such a wonderful woman.
“You should sleep.” Y/N spoke up without looking away from their laptop.
“So should you.” Wanda stated as Y/N chuckled, turning around to face.
“Do you want some tea or coffee?” They asked her as she shrugged.
“Maybe some tea please.” She whispered as they gave her a smile before getting up and heading to the kitchen area. She watched as they poured her tea, she could see them shake, but not enough for someone to really notice. “Are you ok?” She asked them, causing them to chuckle.
“I should be asking you that.” They smirked at her as she just tilted her head as she leaned on the counter.
“Please be honest with me.” She pleaded with them as they sighed.
“I’m furious.” They told her honestly. “I want to kick his ass for not respecting you enough, for not loving you enough because his actions clearly state the opposite to the vows he gave you on your wedding day.” They turned to face her, their eyes gentle as they looked in her own green eyes. “You deserve to be treated like the queen you are. You should be worshiped and protected by the person who is lucky to call you theirs. You should be showered with love and affection every moment of everyday because, hell isn’t that what every woman deserves. She deserves to know that she will never be second to anything or anyone. She should always be number one.”
“Is that what you think?” She whispered as they nodded.
“It’s what I know Wanda.” They told her as they handed her the cup.
“You can’t expect me not to kiss you after that.” She breathed out as they shook their head no.
“You’re still married, Wanda.” They reminded her. “And I respect you so much to let you throw everything away.” They gave her a serious look before continuing. “I know that last night you saw someone who wasn’t the man you fell in love with, but I can see you still love him and I won’t want you to ruin the good person you are Wanda.” They started to walk away as she scoffed and shook her head.
“But we have already kissed!!” She shouted as she followed them. “And I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. I don’t know why, but I can’t help but want to feel like that again. To feel someone hold so gently and carefully like I am fine china that can shatter at any moment.”
“Wanda, you’re distressed.” They tried as they turned to face her. “You have been through a lot in one night.”
“No.” She shook her head as she stepped closer to them. “This is the clearest my head has been in months.” She had their back against the wall, their bodies practically touching. “I know what I want. I know what I need.”
“You’re married.” They reminded her once more before turning her around, pushing her against the wall, their gaze piercing through her soul. “I can’t have you destroy everything you have built for some quick fling.”
“You won’t.” She whispered as she caressed their cheek, sighing as she felt their forehead against her own.
“I need to go.” They told her before pulling away. “Gwen will be here to pick you up at 9am to take you to my doctor.” She watched as they left their apartment, their suit they had worn for the gala looking completely disheveled. Releasing a shaky breath as she leaned her head back against the wall.
The familiar floors of the building led a familiar person through to the office he had once visited as a child. Looking at the time on his watch as he entered the office to see Y/N pacing the floor.
“You know, I never expected to get a call at 3am.” He smirked as he watched them stop and turn to face him. His teasing demeanor changed to one of concern. “What’s happened?”
“I have been experiencing something.” They told him. “I can’t explain it but I think I have real feelings for someone who is completely off limits.”
“Is she married?” He questioned as he helped himself to a drink.
“Yeah, she is married to Jarvis Stark.” Y/N answered him.
“That trust fund brat!” He yelled as Y/N nodded. “I hate him so much. Did I ever tell you about what he did to a friend of mine, he was in the same college as him. You remember Peter?”
“Parker? Yeah.” Y/N nodded as they took a drink and lit up a cigar.
“Yeah, Pete was doing a project for his journalism course and do you remember the camera he got from his Uncle Ben?” Y/N nodded before he continued. “He smashed it before he beat his ass. They were in college for fuck sakes.”
“I really can’t stand him anyway.” Y/N admitted as Harry smirked.
“Then get back at him.” He suggested as Y/N shook their head no.
“I couldn’t do that to Wanda.” They admitted. “She means more to me than just a game or a tactic to get back at a complete and utter dick.”
“Well, I guess you are stuck.” He told them as he finished his drink. “I guess I can’t really help you.”
“I just wanted someone to talk to.” They told him. “I just needed my brother.”
“We have never been siblings!” Harry growled as he got closer to Y/N. “Just because we share the same father means nothing to me. You mean nothing to me.”
“Then why did you come?” Y/N asked him as he just scoffed before leaving the office, Y/N knew at that moment that they had hit a nerve within him, they just needed Harry to realise it himself.
“Wanda?” Nat questioned as she opened her door to her best friend. “Where have you been?”
“I needed space.” She answered coyly as Nat let her in.
“Pepper has been calling everyone looking for you.” Nat told her. “She mentioned that you had a disagreement with Jarvis and you just left.”
“What was the disagreement?” Wanda questioned her.
“It was about his new assistant.” Nat told her.
“No.” Wanda shook her head with a laugh. “That was not the disagreement, and right now I couldn’t care less of he started fucking with Hope.”
“Then what happened?” Nat asked her as she watched Wanda pace the floor. Wanda explained everything that happened, from the moment she had spent with Jarvis to this morning. “I am going to kill him.” She growled as Wanda shook her head.
“Y/N got me the plan b.” Wanda told her. “And they got me on their company health care plan so I can get birth control.”
“So you spent the night with Y/N.” Nat observed as Wanda chuckled dryly.
“Not how you’re thinking.” She admitted. “They even denied my advance and left the apartment. They wouldn’t even let me ruin my marriage.”
“I think I am starting to like this Y/N person.” Nat told her as she grabbed a couple of cups, making some tea. Using the rest of the day to catch up. “You need to get out of this marriage.” Nat blurted out as Wanda looked at her shocked. “I’m sorry, that was blunt but I need you to know that I have never liked him. You graduated college, got a degree and every means to make a career for yourself and he wanted you to be a stay at home wife, just so he could use you at his own leisure. That to me isn’t love Wanda, and that he lied about practically raping you.”
“Nat.” Wanda whispered as Nat shook her head no. “I do love him and I know the man I fell in love with is still in there somewhere.”
“Look Wanda, I know you want to hold out hope that this high school dream of yours will last a lifetime, but believe me, it has already died. It died the moment he tried to make you his own personal slave and spawn incubator.” Wanda chuckled lightly at her words. “I am just looking out for you. You’re my best friend and I want the best for you.” Wanda gave her a teary smile before diving into her arms, holding onto her for dear life and afraid to let go.
#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda maximoff#marvel#elizabeth olsen#wanda x you#elizabeth olsen x reader#wanda x reader#wanda x y/n#wanda maximoff x you#natasha romanoff
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The Babysitter (30)
Punishments
MILF Wanda Maximoff X Reader 18+
Summary: In need of money and a way to escape the problems at home, you get a job babysitting two lovely boys named Billy and Tommy Maximoff. What happens when you start to feel things you shouldn't for their mother? Will it bloom into love or leave you heartbroken?
A/N- I would just like to say that there will be some sensitive issues in this story such as alcoholism, homophobia, anxiety as well as more mature content such as smut so, if you continue to read this, please consider this warning.
The Babysitter Master list | General Master List
Chapter 30- W/c 7.4k This chapter contains 18+ smut
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Punishments
It had been almost a week since the incident with the twins and everything was pretty much back to normal, the tension and underlying hurt dissipated as Wanda assured you over and over again that you hadn't done anything wrong. Your favourite attempt of her persuasion was when she sat on your lap, holding your face between her hands, lips peppering across your skin as she told you repeatedly that you had nothing to worry about, causing your cheeks to turn a vibrant shade of pink at the affection and a shy smile to form on your face as you kissed her back, glad you had locked her door before joining her in bed.
The only thing you weren't too pleased with was that Vision was still unfortunately living and breathing, Wanda chuckling at your various ideas of how to dispose of the man as some of them were rather ridiculous, less about your hatred for the man and more about your love for witnessing Wanda's adorable nose scrunch and smile. You can remember her soft chuckle, her eyes glimmering with joy as she stared down at your head in her lap at the bizarre method of murder you came up with, reminding you that murder wasn't an act to encourage before muttering in agreement of your entertaining ideas. You also remembered where your gaze travelled to after her smile faded, face displaying concentration as she watched whatever was on Tv, your gaze flickering to her neck and sharp jawline.
You smiled at the memory, a low evil chuckle not meeting your ears as you were too busy thinking about the older woman.
A tennis ball soon whacked you square in the face, Fanny proceeding to jump on the sofa you were on, trying to steal the ball that now rested in your lap.
"What was that for?" you mutter, glaring at the blonde who sat on the sofa opposite you, chuckling to herself at her own antics, moving around on the sofa so her legs hung over the back, looking at you upside down.
"You were drooling," she teases, Yelena taking the ball from Fanny who retrieved it for her, throwing it up and down for herself to catch, eyes widening momentarily as the ball dropped quicker than she expected.
"I was not," you grumble, copying Yelena's movements and sitting on the sofa upside down, a reminiscent look on your face as you remember doing this with her when you were both little, Nat usually laughing at your red faces as she refused to cause herself a headache from all the blood flowing to your heads.
"We're both upside down," she says while looking at you, smiling widely at being able to spend some more time with you, your face matching her excitement as you two always ended up causing trouble, even more than yourself and Natasha. Your eyes watch the tennis ball she keeps throwing up before catching, Fanny's head moving up and down as she sits and watches, waiting for her toy to be thrown. Yelena looks back at you and laughs at the way your eyes follow the item, almost just as mesmerised as Fanny until the sound of your phone ringing interrupts the moment.
Despite your awkward angel, you see Wanda's name and contact photo popping up for a face time, your smile widening that little bit more as you look to Yelena to see if she minds you answering the call, the blonde suspiciously happy for you to take it.
"Hey Detka," her tone soft and gentle, brows furrowing at your position on the camera, her smile stretching into an amused but confused one.
"Hey Wanda- Yelena!" You shout as the tennis ball his you in the face again, Fanny coming over to lick your face instead of getting the ball that's landed on the floor, a groan leaving you that quickly turns into laughter as you try to escape the dog's affection. You manage to sit up right, lightheaded from sitting upside down causing you to take a moment to get back to grips with everything being the right way up, Wanda chuckling at the scene that unfolded as she rests her head against her palm, elbow on her work desk in the Avengers tower, not at home.
"Nice shot Yelena," Wanda says, your mouth parting into shock at your girlfriend's words, a mischievous chuckle escaping the blonde as she gets up to stand, moving to lean against the back of the sofa you were on to talk to Wanda.
"Thank you," Yelena says once entering the camera frame, Wanda smiling at the younger woman as you glare up at her.
"It was not a nice shot," you mumble, making both women laugh, "And it's not nice that you've hit me twice now."
"It's happened twice?" Wanda chuckles out, her eyes flickering between the two of you as Yelena wears a triumphant smile on her face, your head turning to look at Wanda again, smiling at the sight of her.
"You deserved it the first time," Yelena says before you can answer, your eyes rolling at the blonde playfully.
"No I did not," your tone defensive, Wanda noticing that determined glint in your eyes, wanting to be right as Yelena leans forward on the sofa, getting closer so Wanda can see her better.
"She did," she chuckles out, "Она была слишком занята, мечтала и пускала слюни о тебе, когда я разговаривал с ней. (She was too busy daydreaming and drooling about you when I was talking to her)" Your eyes widen at Yelena's Russian, Wanda being able to understand it with how close Sokovian sounded to the language, her blushing a little but smirking a little at your curious gaze.
"What did you tell her?" you squint your eyes at Yelena, knowing that she could have said anything embarrassing about you, and you wouldn't have had a clue at what it was.
"Nothing," she shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly, your head snapping over to the screen to ask Wanda, her shaking her head at you.
"I'm not going to tell you either Detka," she says with a small laugh at the end as you groan at their teasing.
"This is bullying," you mutter, Wanda's nose scrunching at your tone of voice, your mood improving at the sight.
"Anyway," she says, realising she's at work and technically supposed to be working, only having called you to ask you something. "There's a work's party tonight as a member of my team is leaving," she says, simplifying all the details as they were rather boring, "And I was wondering if you wanted to come with me, Detka? Pietro says he will look after the twins if you want to come," you can see Yelena's teasing smirk as she moves to sit on her sofa again, you showing the blonde the middle finger where Wanda can't see.
"I'd love to go," you say, tone full of excitement as you've always wondered what her work place and colleagues were like.
"Ok, I'll meet you at home at five, we need to leave around seven and it's smart dress, is that alright?" she asks, twiddling her pen with her hand now as she sits upright against her desk chair.
"Yeah, that's fine with me," her smile widens at your response, reluctantly having to end the phone call.
"Ok, I'll see you later Detka, I love you," she whispers, you saying the same back before she hangs up, continuing to work while the blonde teases you about the older woman.
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Staring at yourself in the mirror, your fingers anxiously played with one another as you took in your outfit, not having properly considered Wanda's words earlier. You had an array of clothes that had invaded the older woman's drawers, but almost none of them were formal dress, the only clothes being a black shirt and trousers, the outfit looking more suitable for a funeral.
You pondered on ways to try and save the outfit, mind going blank as you literally had no idea on what to do, the bathroom door opening to reveal Wanda. You met her eyes through the reflection in the mirror, mouth parting in awe at the sight of her, eyes roaming down her body, admiring her stunning dress. The scarlet dress hugged her curves perfectly, the slit at her thigh teasing you as you could see the soft skin peeking from behind the fabric, her chest not blatantly on show but enough to to have your mind racing with thoughts, her lips tugging into a smirk as you eventually caught her gaze again, cheeks turning a darker shade of red than her dress.
You avoided her gaze in the reflection as she chuckled in amusement at how flustered you were already, casually walking towards you, her hips swaying slightly before she reached your sitting form. Her hands drifted across your shoulders and lower to rest on your collar bones, her eyes raking over your body in the reflection, her hands slightly deviating and moving to rest near the base of your neck, causing you to hold your breath in anticipation.
She smirked at how your eyes were trained on her hand not her face, your mind unable to stop thinking about her long slender digits, how they feel when she-
"Wait here a moment Detka, I've got an idea," she whispers, squeezing your shoulders comfortingly before her touch slips away, venturing into the walk-in closet filled with her old clothes. "Try this on," she says when she returns, a black jacket in her hand as she walks up to you with a smile, yours widening at her thoughtfulness.
Standing up and turning to face the older woman, you slipped your arms into the soft jacket, the fabric feeling as though it were expensive, not commenting on it though as you put it on. You paused when her hands moved to fix the lapels, smoothing the fabric out before fixing your collar, your eyes admiring her features as she was so close to you. The jacket was almost a perfect fit, just a little long as she was slightly taller than you, her fingers running up and down the fabric as she subtly worked you up, enjoying watching your chest rise and fall with anticipation.
"Thank you," you manage to whisper out once she removes her hands from you, her eyes unable to be torn away from you.
She looked as if she wanted to take you right there, to forget all about the party, but she knew she couldn't evade her responsibilities at it, letting out a deep sigh as her lustful thoughts had to be put on hold.
"You're welcome Dorogaya," she rasps out, looking away from you to stop herself from giving into her wants, moving to grab the last few items before interlocking your fingers, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, ensuring she didn't smudge her lipstick. "Are you ready?" When you nod, she leads you to the car, leaving her hand to rest on your thigh as she drives, occasionally stealing glances at you whenever she could.
***
"This is where you work?" you say, jaw on the floor at the extraordinary floor near the top of the tower, the view practically a shot out of a film as you look over the city, in awe of how beautiful it looks with the sun almost set. You turned your head to the side, taking in the aphrodisiac sight of Wanda, berating your mind for where your thoughts went to, turning your gaze to the rest of the people who were entering the large, open room.
"Mhmm," she says, moving to stand closer to you, her arm resting on your waist as she simply admires the view with you, the sound of an elated woman catching both of your attentions.
"Wanda," Monica greets as she approaches the two of you, her eyes widening when she realises that it was you standing with her friend, an amused and teasing glint appearing in her eyes. "And this must be Y/n," she says with a smile, your cheeks tinting at the woman's knowledge of you, Wanda having spoken to her about you. "Nice to finally meet you, I've heard so many things about you, this one," she says motioning to Wanda who watches her friend with a raised eyebrow, "Won't shut up about you, it's cute but she needs to be focussing on her work." You chuckle at the woman's warm and bubbly nature, finding her easy to be around as you greet her back, Wanda introducing the woman.
"This is Monica," she says, rolling her eyes after what the other woman said about her, "And when she's not being a pain in my ass, she's my best friend," you and Monica both laugh at Wanda's playfulness, your smile wide at the woman's infectious laugh before you both hear Wanda groan, having seen someone arrive in the distance.
"I have to go and mingle now," she says, turning to you with a displeased look, chuckling as she explained how one of her workers, Tyler Hayward, was leaving and as his boss, she had to talk to him and wish him the best. In her opinion though, she would rather have just kicked him out of the door and said bye, never having liked the egotistical man. "I'm trusting you with her," she says to Monica before looking back at you, feeling bad for leaving you so soon after arriving.
"I'll be fine," you say, reassuring the older woman as you have a gut feeling you're going to get on with the other woman, her smiling at you before Monica chuckles.
"Yeah Wands," Monica says, slinging her arm around your shoulders and shooting her friend a mischievous smile, "She'll be fine with me, we can talk as much as we want about you."
"Behave," she warns Monica who simply chuckles, Wanda pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before heading off, plastering a fake smile onto her lips as she approaches the man.
Monica guided you to the bar, ordering herself a drink and asking you what you wanted, her not questioning your choice of drink and just ordering it along with hers, her head turning to yours and smile etched onto her face.
"So," Monica says and you're looking at her while you sip on your drink, watching her curiously as she somehow makes you feel at ease, "What has Wanda told you about me?" You brows raise at her question, expecting something else to be asked.
"Um, she's told me that you're college friends and an embarrassing story that involved you, but that's about it," you say, hoping that she wouldn't be offended that you didn't know much about her as she clearly knew a lot about you, "She doesn't really talk much about what happens at work."
She smiles at you, as if she were thinking of an inside joke between Wanda and herself, moving onto a more interesting question in her eyes.
"What embarrassing story did she tell you?" her gaze trained on you as she sips her drink, various stories flooding her mind.
"It was her 18th birthday and you-"
"She told you the table story?" Her eyes convey her disbelief, a chuckle leaving her lips as she looks at your confused but amused state, "Oh that woman is absolutely smitten with you."
"Yeah?" your tone is a little shyer than before, Monica offering you a kind and reassuring smile.
"She is, I've not seen her this happy in years," before Monica can say any more, a hand meets your shoulder, Monica already rolling her eyes at her other friend.
"Who's this beautiful lady sitting with you Mon?" Darcy says as she sits in the spare seat next to you, letting her hand drift across your back and down your arm, her smile charming and what others would find attractive. You blushed a little at her words as you were never good with compliments, offering a shy smile as the other woman's eyes raked over your body, flickering up to meet your eyes with a glint of mischief.
"This is Y/n," Monica says, seeing if the words would register within her friend's mind and cause her to ease off her flirty nature, the brunette doing the opposite as she flashes you another smile, glancing over to where Wanda was, causing you to look as well.
Wanda's grip on her drink was tight, fingers pressing into the glass so hard she could probably feel it straining under the pressure, jaw clenched as she peered over the rim of it, gaze burning a hole into the side of Darcy's head, knowing that she was overly affectionate and flirty.
The look sent arousal pooling between your thighs, cheeks tinting a darker shade of red as excitement rushed through you. You let the gaze linger with your girlfriend, watching how jealousy consumed her body, a thrill being sent throughout you at the idea you had.
You were always the good girl Wanda wanted you to be, but tonight you wanted to get a reaction out of her, hoping she'd do some more of the things you talked about in the bathtub a while ago. You wanted her to make her jealous, you wanted her to snap and you were certainly going to get her to after what you were about to do.
You sent Wanda a sly smile, her gaze narrowing at you as you turned back to Darcy, smiling at her and letting her control the conversation. You laughed at a few things she said, Monica adding to the conversation and trying to keep Darcy at bay, knowing how jealous Wanda could get, but it was to no avail as the other woman continued to joke around with you.
After a joke you said, Darcy laughed, moving her hand to your knee while laughter spilt from her lips, her hand lingering far too long for Wanda's liking as she watched helplessly from across the room, glaring daggers at her co-worker. Once her hand moved from your leg, your gaze flickered over to Wanda, who caught your gaze instantly, her eyes conveying how you were playing with fire, you mentioned how warm it was in the room, unbuttoning the top button of your shirt. You also shrugged off Wanda's jacket, making sure to hang it on the back of the chair, not wanting to ruin the expensive item.
A little while later, after Darcy put her hand on your arm again, you can feel a body pressed up against the back of yours, a smile taking over your lips at the familiar perfume invading your senses.
"Excuse me, ladies," Wanda says between her teeth, Monica staying out of the conversation as she knows her best friend, chuckling a little to herself as she watches what happens, "But I'm not feeling too well, talking to Hayward for so long gave me a headache," you can tell she's lying but you don't care, the feeling of her fingers twitching against your hips signalling her eagerness to leave. "So we're going to go home now," her voice leaves no room to argue as she continues to glare at Darcy, her position behind you and hold on your body emphasising your relationship to the brunette.
"Can't we stay a little longer?" you ask and you regret asking it as soon as her green meets your innocent gaze, pure dominance swirling in them as she clenches her jaw, refraining herself from teaching you your lesson right here at the bar.
"No Detka," she says and she knows you're not going to argue back, smirking a little as your bratty display seems to be crumbling already. "Let's go," she grabs your hand and pulls you away, muttering goodbye to the other woman as anticipation and excitement fills you up.
Your excitement switches to nerves when Wanda doesn't say anything to you on the way back to the car, the sound of your footsteps walking into the car park to find her private parking spot matching your pounding heart.
A gasp leaves you when Wanda pushes you up against her car door, lips crashing to yours as she pins you against the metal, sliding her tongue into your mouth effortlessly as you welcome her advances, having waited all night for her to do something to you. You whimper against her mouth when she bites down on your lower lip, dragging it back before soothing the small pain with her tongue, claiming your lips once more roughly as she pushes you harder against the door, her knee slotting between your legs, the slit in the dress showing off her soft skin.
"What do you think you were doing, Detka?" she mutters, ensuring you can't think straight as she flutters her eyes open, gazing into your eyes lustfully.
"I wasn't doing anything," you sigh out, her lips trailing along your jaw, her lipstick smudged against your skin, marking you as hers. She chuckles against the column of your throat at your words, the low sultry tone causing your hips to jerk slightly, your core brushing against her knee, causing a small moan to escape you.
"So you weren't trying to make me jealous?" she husks out, her hand travelling up your body, sliding up until it rests at the base of your neck, the pressure minimal as she searches your eyes for your reaction. When she sees nothing but desire, she presses a little harder, a low groan escaping you, "Weren't trying to get a reaction out of me? Force me to pay you a little more attention?"
"No," you whisper out, still defying her which only fuelled the older woman's desire to fuck you right here.
"No?" Her tone is more serious as her grip increases, making you swallow nervously, Wanda's hand at your throat allowing her to feel your nerves, her leg also able to feel the heat coming from you to signal your arousal. "Oh Detka, you're just begging to be punished at this rate," she rasps out, letting out a breathless laugh, "And to think I had a reward for you planned out at home."
"Wait, no, I-" your stammering is interrupted by her chuckling at your desperate state, suddenly wanting to be a good girl again.
"Nothing is going to get you out of your punishment, Dorogaya," she murmurs, claiming your lips once more as you whine, wanting to know what your reward was. "First you purposely let that whore put her hands all over you," her tone dropping an octave, kissing you in between her points, making you try and chase her lips pathetically every time she'd pull away, "Then you wanted us to stay longer with her," Wanda's leg presses further against you, a moan spilling from your lips only to be eager swallowed by the older woman, "And then you lie to me. Twice."
"Wanda, I..." your voice trails off as her gaze dares you to speak, your mouth immediately shutting.
"And you did all this to make me jealous," she murmurs, pressing kisses along your jaw, her mouth eventually reaching the shell of your ear, "What did you expect Detka? Did you want me to pull you away and fuck you? Bend you over my desk and tell you that you're mine over and over again?" Her hand leaves your throat, moving to tilt your chin up to keep your eyes on her as she pulls away from you, a smirk pulling at her lips at how your eyes dilate, "Because you are mine, aren't you Detka?"
"Yes," you sigh out immediately, moaning into her mouth at the intensity of the kiss, her other hand resting on your waist as she continues to pin you against the car.
"That's what I thought," she hums out, "But after your little stunt, I think you're going to have to prove it."
You instantly lean up to crash your lips against hers, one of your hands going to her waist while the other cups her jaw, deepening the kiss and pouring everything into it. She groaned at the feeling of your tongue lewdly sliding against hers, her fingers threading into your hair as she throbbed around nothing, wanting to ease the heat building between her thighs.
"Backseat, now," she mutters against your lips, your hands blindly searching for the car door, not wanting to waste a moment away from her addictive lips, her soft, affected breaths intoxicating.
You reluctantly break the hungry kiss, her hands not leaving your body though as they move to your hips, guiding you into the car before straddling your lap, immediately connecting your lips again as if they were necessary to live. Her dress hikes up at the position, more alluring skin on show as your hands settle there, fingers brushing against the skin as you peer up at her, love and lust merging together in your eyes.
Her hands settle on your shoulders, your body leaning up for another kiss when the feeling of her hands on you sparks a realisation.
"Shit, I left your jacket-"
"I'll buy a new one," she mutters without a care, claiming your lips passionately once more, moving to unbutton your shirt, your hands sliding up under her dress to where she wants you. "Now fuck me," the dominant tone has you groaning into her mouth, her hand moving back to your throat, pushing your body back against the seat, hand firmly wrapped around you. "Don't even think about teasing me," she whispers, controlling the kiss as she leans down to you, your fingers sliding her soaked panties out of the way, a soft moan escaping her when your fingers slide through the abundance of slick that had pooled between her thighs.
You watch as she pulls away from your lips cruelly, her hand on your throat preventing you from chasing them, mouth parting into an 'o' shape as you slide a finger into her, a sinful noise being ripped from the back of her throat. Her eyes gaze into yours hungrily, walls clenching around your digit as you curled it inside her beautifully, thrusting into her as best you could with the angle, the sight of you under her, desperate to please, making her mind run wild with lustful thoughts.
Her back arched slightly when you hit a certain spot inside her, a moan escaping you when you could feel her hips moving in your lap, trying to ride your fingers as you effortlessly slid another in, her arousal coating your digits.
"Fuck Detka," she groans, leaning down to press her lips against yours to muffle her moans, aware that you were in the car park still. "I thought you were going to prove it?" She taunts, urging you to react to her words, "Fuck me harder Detka, come on." Her sultry tone has you groaning against her, pumping your fingers into her harder, ensuring to curl them against her g-spot, her hips twitching in your lap, mouth moving to your ear, letting you hear all her sensual sighs and moans.
"I'm yours," you sigh out, lost in the moment with her, walls throbbing and clenching around you as she nears her orgasm, her hips grinding against your hand, your thumb moving to circle her clit the best you can, a louder moan escaping her as she moves a hand to tangle in your hair. "I'll only ever be yours, you're all I want," you murmur, her lips inevitably finding yours again, her movements becoming more frantic as you continue to thrust your fingers into her, driving her closer towards her release. "Please come for me," you whisper, a guttural moan escaping her at your desperation to please her, her hips stilling as another broken moan spills from her lips, pleasure and euphoria crashing throughout her body as she rides out her high.
She soon relaxes against your body, a whimper leaving her when you pull out of her, kissing her in apology as she smiles into the kiss, eyes fluttering open to meet your softening gaze.
She chuckles a little at your enamoured state, eyes still blown with lust but containing a hopeful glint in them.
"You've not gotten out of your punishment that easy, Dorogaya," she rasps out, your eyes widening a little at her low tone, dominance radiating off of her as she lets a finger trail down your jaw line mindlessly, her nail dragging down the skin of your neck as she continues the journey. "That was just because I couldn't wait any longer, your punishment starts when we get home," she whispers, her touch burning into your skin as you're left to drown in anticipation and excitement, her lips meeting yours briefly before she pulls away from you, admiring your messed up clothes, the lipstick staining your skin, and ruffled hair, swiftly leaving the back of the car and climbing into the front, ready to take you home.
***
Your excitement and nerves only grew as you approached the house, Wanda calmly reminding you that you could use your safe words at any time and that she had a couple new things to try out.
You were then ushered in by the older woman, her hands on your shoulders as she guided you to the bedroom, her lips teasingly kissing along your neck whenever she could, your mind consumed with arousal as you finally stood in the middle of the room.
"Stay there Detka," she whispers in your ear, your body obeying and remaining in the spot she'd led you to, eyes flickering over to the mirror to see what she was doing. You watched helplessly as she unzipped her dress, letting the item slip off her body to reveal the lace set she wore underneath, a visible wet patch on her panties to show how turned on she was, a shaky breath escaping you at the sight. She also grabbed an item out of a drawer but you couldn't see what it was, further adding to your curiosity at what she had planned.
Seductively, she swayed her hips while walking over to you, smirking as she caught your gaze in the mirror, your eyes immediately flickering to the bed, staring straight ahead. Soon, her body entered your view, moving to sit on the end of the bed, her legs crossed as she merely grins at you, her position causing her breasts to be pushed up slightly, your eyes unable to stop the quick glance you had at the smooth skin encased in lace.
"Strip for me Moya Lyubov," she rasps out, watching you intently as you let out a shaky breath.
To say you were turned on now, would have been an understatement, you could feel your arousal pooling between your thighs, panties well and truly ruined. However, being watched by her intense green and the unknown punishment had you nervous, your fingers trembling as you fumbled with a button, seemingly unable to get it undone as she waited for you to listen to what she ordered.
After a minute or so of clumsily attempting to unbutton your shirt, hands encased yours, her green softening as she could tell you were nervous as well as excited. She moved your arms to your sides, her fingers deftly undoing the rest of them as she softly claimed your lips.
"Relax Detka," she murmurs sliding the fabric off of your body, letting it slump to the floor, "I won't let anything bad happen to you," she assures, pressing another gentle kiss to your lips, feeling you relax against her before slowly dropping to her knees, smirking up at you. You can't do anything but watch her as she unfastens your pants, swiftly pulling them down your legs before discarding them in the room, her eyes amazed at how soaked your panties were already, peering up at you with a teasing smile. She presses a kiss to your thighs, her fingers slipping under the waistband of your panties, taking her time in pulling them off you, revelling in how your chest rose and fell with anticipation. She then stood up, flashing you an innocent smile as if she weren't driving you insane, moving to lean against the bed as she motion you over.
"On your hands and knees for me," she instructed as you climbed onto the bed, breath hitching as you had an idea of where this was going to go. Her body then knelt behind yours, her hands roaming your exposed skin, up and down the back of your legs and lower back, eventually moving to your ass, massaging the flesh softly while she explained to you your punishment.
"Are you ready for your first punishment, Detka?" she asks, voice low as she lets her eyes wander your skin, body already squirming in her grasp. The word 'first' confused you but you let it slide as her fingers ventured close to your core, your mind blanking as you muttered a quick yes in response. "I'm going to spank this pretty ass of yours twenty times, is that alright?"
"Yes," you sigh out, lowering your head as you wait impatiently for her, your mind running wild with fantasies. "Fuck," the word leaves your lips in surprise as her hand meets your cheek, the slight sting causing arousal to course through your veins, her hand rubbing over the area she just spanked.
"Count them for me Detka," she murmurs, smirking as she hears you curse under your breath, ass subtly moving back for another.
"Two," you moan out when she spanks you again, the pain mixing with pleasure as you throb around nothing, desperate for her to make you come already.
The next eight spanks have your cheeks tinting pink, Wanda's hand soothingly rubbing over the skin after every one, occasionally moving to your core, sliding through your soaked folds to have you grasping at the sheets.
"Eleven, fuck," you groan when she increases the force of the spanks, a new wave of pleasure and pain merging which makes you think your certainly dripping onto the sheets with how wet you were. The next six had your legs shaking and wanting to give in, the more powerful spanks turning you on even more, ass practically red now, Wanda noticing how it took you longer to count them, her checking in with you as she could tell you weren't going to get to twenty with the current method.
"You're doing so well for me," she lovingly murmurs, gliding her hands up and down your body to help you relax a little more, moving you into a laying down position to make it easier for you. "If I do the last three in one quick go, will you be alright Dorogaya?"
"Yeah," you sigh out, voice laced with want and desire as you await the final part of your punishment. "Fuck," the word being torn out of you as she does as she said, pain shooting through you before it dulls into a pleasurable feeling, her hands gliding up and down your body once more before rolling you over, the sheets rubbing against your sensitive ass, causing a whimper to leave you. She offers you an apologetic smile and kiss, murmuring praise to you for doing so well, the kiss turning hungry as your hands are pinned above you, Wanda smirking into the kiss as your hips buck upwards in search of her body that had moved to hover over you.
"Not quite yet Detka," she murmurs teasingly against your lips, a groan of annoyance leaving you that was silenced by her mouth moving sensually against yours. "I've got one more thing for you," she swiftly leaves your lap, grabbing the silk ties she retrieved earlier, showing them to you and motioning to your hands, the idea processing in your mind. "You're the one who wanted me to tie you up," she teases, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth as you eyes somehow darken even more at her giving into your desires.
You watch in awe as she ties your hands to the headboard, Wanda checking with you to make sure they were alright, even getting you to give a few experimental tugs on them to check they were secure, her smirk growing mischievous as her eyes rake over your body, deciding on how to torment you.
Her lips then descend down your body at a torturous pace, her mouth worshipping every inch of skin she could to have your body delirious with her touch, hands skimming over your breasts before she eventually takes a nipple into her mouth, eyes peering up at you as your left to do nothing but watch and struggle against the silk.
You desperately want to thread your fingers through her auburn locks, to feel her skin under your fingertips, your nails digging into her skin as she drove you over the edge but you couldn't, the silk ties cruelly restraining you.
"Please Wanda," you beg and your voice is nothing but pathetic, having been waiting all night for this moment, only for her to continue dragging it out, a chuckle leaving her lips as you didn't know what she had planned. "Please touch me, I need you."
"You're in no position to ask me to do anything Detka," she mutters against your abdomen as her mouth travels lower, her nail scratching down your abdomen, the tip of her finger marginally brushing against your clit, hips bucking at the brief contact. Her hands also move as she lets her breath tease your core, finger now at your inner thighs as she draws random patterns, eyes on how your arousal glistens in the light, parts of your slick coating your thighs at how wet you were. "Stay still for me Detka, you don't want me to add another punishment, do you?"
"No," you quickly mutter, clenching your hands into fists, pleading with her with your eyes to take mercy on you as her mouth lowers, tongue swiping through your folds. A moan escapes you at the pleasurable feeling of her mouth finally meeting your core, head lolling back as she groans into you, addicted to the taste of you.
Her tongue moves expertly against you, knowing exactly how to work you up, sucking on your clit before letting her tongue slide over it, a finger teasing your entrance, sliding in so only the tip was in before pulling out, a desperate noise being torn out of you as she repeated the action over and over again.
"Wanda," you whined, hips jerking as she pressed a sensual kiss against your clit, looking up to meet your lustful gaze, smirking into your core before she sucks on your clit harder, hips bucking against her face, her free hand holding your hips down.
"Stay still," she warns once more, another whimper escaping you when she slides her entire finger into you, the long slender digit being curled deliciously inside you, the older woman pumping it in and out of you at a steady pace while continuing to suck and lick your clit, moans freely spilling from your lips. Wanda's name soon becomes a chant within the room as she adds another finger, feeling your walls clenching desperately around her.
"Wanda, I need you please, please stop teasing," you beg again, and again, and again, until the older woman takes mercy on you, sucking on your clit a little harder and thrusting her fingers in you faster, quickly driving you towards your orgasm. "Fuck, I'm so close," you groan out, knuckles bleeding white with how tightly you were clenching your fists in the restraints, Wanda looking up to see your eyes squeezed shut, hips subtly grinding up against her face.
Just as your about to crash into your release, everything stops, an annoyed and frustrated whine leaving your lips as she denies you, eyes snapping open to plead with her, her cutting off your protests.
"Ah, ah," she coos, eyes staring into yours with authority, shutting you up, "You shouldn't have been such a brat if you didn't want to get punished." She peppers kisses up your body, kissing your lips to muffle the desperate noises still leaving you, hushing your futile words as she lets your body calm down, wanting to work you up again. When she can tell you've calmed down, lips pressing against hers softly, she pulls away, a softer smile directed at you.
"Good girl for taking your punishment so well," she praises, blushing at her words as she moves her hand back down your body, her middle finger circling your clit slowly, mouth parting at the pleasure. "Are you going to be good now?" You nod instantly at her words, making her chuckle at your desperation, her finger moving to slide back inside you, another swiftly joining it.
"Shit, Wanda," you sigh out against her lips, hips moving against her hands as she fucks you with her fingers, her palm brushing your clit with every thrust, adding to the pleasure coursing through your veins. "Please don't stop," you plead, eyes conveying your desperation for her to not stop, to keep fucking you like she was starved.
"I won't stop," she reassures, claiming your lips for a hungry kiss as your hands fight the restraints again, wanting to pull her closer to you. Her mouth moves to kiss your neck as you struggle to keep the kiss going, moans spilling from your lips at her relentless pace, her mouth travelling even lower to your chest, swirling her tongue around your nipple and sucking on it. Your back arches at her touch, a wanton moan being ripped out of you as her fingers curl just at the right spot, your vision blurring from the pleasure.
"Fuck, fuck," you groan as she has you teetering right on the edge of the orgasm you so desperately wanted. "Please can I come? Please let me come," your tone is laced with neediness as you stare down at woman, her groaning around your breast at the tone of your voice.
"Come for me Detka," she whispers, crashing her mouth back to yours, trying to swallow the scream that leaves your lips, body tensing as waves and waves of pleasure crash through you. Your thighs close around her hand, trembling at the intensity of your orgasm as your left to whimper into her mouth, hips bucking against her hand as you ride out the aftershocks of it, body eventually slumping against the sheets in exhaustion.
You barely process what happens next, Wanda untying your hands and peppering kiss to your wrists where the ties were, her mouth murmuring sweet and loving praise, hands coaxing your body into relaxing against her.
Once she realises she isn't getting you to go into the bathroom with her, she brings a cloth in to wash you quickly so you wouldn't feel uncomfortable, lips pressing against your temples as you mutter her name softly, arms tiredly lifting to hold her close, a smile sneaking onto your lips as she discards the item, allowing herself to be pulled into your embrace.
"I'm so proud of you Detka," she whispers, snaking her arms under your body and switching the positions, your head buried against her breasts as you wanted to drift to sleep, the previous activities having tired you out completely.
"I'm yours," you mumble drowsily, looking at her with tired eyes as you get lost in the loving green, "I'll always be yours, I love you."
"I love you too Detka," she whispers back, smiling as your head returns to her chest, the older woman's fingers brushing your hair out of your face. You let out a content sigh at her actions, Wanda's eyes filled with care as you snuggle closer to her, hand wrapping around her waist, leg sliding over hers, "Goodnight Moya Lyubov."
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OK I NEED TO RANT ABOUT A AU I JUST SPAWNED OK (and yes fanfic writers and fanartists if you fancy please use it and @me I BEG)
Anyways the concept is fully spawned by missa on the horse. It came to me in visions.
Anyways to explain Missa is a knight for a kingdom with an evil king. Missa is HATED by said king probs cause he rejected said king. Or is open being against said king. Because he is being horrible to his people. And missa may be the knight known for his clumsiness (he joined to help people and comes from a peasant background). But he has a massive heart.
So Missa is tasked with a quest to find immortality for said king (Missa really doesn’t want to do this because said king is a tyrant). But Missa has no choice otherwise he be sent to the gallows for treason against the king. So Missa goes through many misadventures straight from fairytales (becomes a servant to a hag, has to deal with a dragon, has to save someone from a tower etc) all to somehow find immortality.
Anyways you must be guessing Where is Phil? And I shall answer. Pretty much Phil is a Fae that is very much in love with Missa. I like to imagine Phil was doing fae things shapeshifting into animals or people to see if people are generous or need to be punished. And Missa always helped and was just so GOOD. So he fell in love and always helps him out (example enchanted a spoon when a evil hag told Missa will be enslaved until a lake is emptied using said spoon)
Phil soon on Missa quest joins him as a companion. Missa on his end gets a crush on him. Because Phil is so gentle and kind to him. Not realizing that technically Phil is already his husband under Fae Law. Making tons of cute misunderstandings.
Phil has crow wings and elfin ears and cat like pupils that do shine in the dark. And he does have TEETH. He tends to wear peasant clothes. With a green cloak (like to imagine his wings are sorta like the ox tail to the huldra he can’t glamor it.) He can transform into different animals but prefers transforming into a crow if not in his normal form.
Fae Phil really loves his loser wet cat knight ok. Fae Phil is also VERY jealous as Fae tends to be. But he prefers Missa being able to choose and being free. So he is very heavily courting Missa in the human way (despite in Fae Law they are already married and Phil already thinking Missa as his husband)
And Fae Phil spoils his husband. Missa is never in true harm. Like Missa never starves, his flask never empties and the most delicious fruits and meats appear at his camp after he sleeps. And he never gets that sick.
But Missa gets into fairytale shenanigans and does save someone from a tower and said person tries to flirt only for Phil to curse them so they trip over themselves into mud. (He is a fae and Missa is his husband he can be very petty)
It’s funny because Fae Phil under the guise of a friend he found in the woods also acts like a damsel sometimes. Like “oh no our sleeping rolls must be together because I’m SO scared about the monsters in the forest”. And it’s not even good acting because Fae are such bad liars.
(Fae Phil will always save his husband from the troll or a hag of the week but also loves to see him struggle. Missa is never at danger of actually being hurt tho)
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Heyy :))
First of all I'd like to say that I absolutely adore your art and OCs. Like I genuinely haven't been attached this much to a character in a while
I thought I could quickly ask if it's okay with you to use your characters in some way? Like write stories that include your ocs and maybe own oxs or something like that?
It's totally okay and understandable if you're not fine with it obviously but I thought asking never hurts :3
I hope you have a wonderful rest of your day <3
So I generally don't have problems with that sort of thing. Art, fics, etc. Go for it! As long as the character isn't doing anything vile or, and this is a personal preference for myself, anything to do with pregnancy, I'm good with it.
Share with me when you finish things too! I love seeing what people create for me (makes me extremely happy ngl).
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AITA for poisoning my roommate for my own Personal gain?…
I (42 M) am Gay…. My roommate (41 M) and I have been living with each other 4 nearly 20 years now. I love ❤️ him so much… Not in a gay way. Even though I am gay…. Like really really gay. In the past we have been very codependent and relied on each other for Everything… Mostly him relying on me cuz he is a weak pussy bitch and I am strong 💪🏻💪🏻 like an OX! But lately he has been very distant and trying 2 B independent…. He has many issues with food and Bad allergies… clearly the Lord 🙏🏻 is not on his side. I have been secretly putting gluten n sugary foods in the blender for him… I do not want 2 Hurt him at all… I just want 2 make him rely on me but my ass hole “friends” are telling me Its dangerous… what do they kno 😒😒
#this came to me in a dream#macdennis#mac mcdonald#dennis reynolds#the gang chokes#iasip#it’s always sunny in philadelphia
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Thoughts I had during TGCF Season 1 the Recap!
Basically, I recap the First Season of TGCF with my reactions, before my Season 2 binge watch!
Ep 1
-Don’t go out there… don’t go out there… don’t go out there… don’t go out there… *Bride gets snatched* Okay, maybe you should’ve gone out there.
-Right after XL ascends, Lan Hai and Qing Tao then go, “Huh, Who is that?” Then everybody yells at them, “PRINCE XIE LIAN!”
-So much Property Damage…
-Who you gonna call? Ghostbusters!
-Fu Yao, *Is sarcastic and rolls his eyes* Basically me: He’s just like me fr!!!
-Hehehehehehe Dick joke XD
-Sees Bride!XL: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA I’m Sorry XD!
-Yeah right a few alterations, she totally fixed his make up calling it.
-*Sees Bridesmaids NF and FY like* W H E E E Z E XD XD XD XD
-So that’s how he was able to last longer than the previous bride
-Pass me the Aux cord! You better not be playing mainstream garbage! *Turns on One Flower and One Sword and vibes like there’s no tomorrow*!
-I now pronounce you both husband and husband! You may now kiss the gro- I mean, bride!
Ep 2
-Honey, He looks a little too good looking to be the Ghost groom
-That temple looks abandoned, and the animation camera for walking inside
-There’s the ugly mob
-Hehe Xie Lian’s aggressive kindness
-When the mob scooched away from Bride!Lian I freaking lost it XDXDXDXD
-And Nan Feng and Fu Yao inch away instead of defending him!
W H E E Z E!
-The fact they both agreed to not explain anything XD!
-Xiao Ying is a real friend
-And hurting the injured is a real low for the mob
-They have enraged the ghost groom
-KO! Flawless victory!
-Zombie brides!
Ep 3
-Didn’t know it a zombie apocalypse happened in Ancient Feudal China (I need to brush up on my history)
-Welp, now they’re grateful
-Wait a minute, he was an acrobat??? Xie Lian Pre 3 ascension life spinoff when??? (That’ll prolly never happen)
-Man here comes the Bride Pun count: 3
-Now that is an Azula level breakdown
-They are not merciful with the body count in this whole series
-Woah saved by literal divine intervention
-Geez, Pei Ming this is why we don’t Ghost our Exes, Pun Count: 4
-Man, Xuan Ji, maybe you should’ve heard of the phrase, “Plenty of Fish in the sea”
-The way Xie Lian blinked when he realized he was still in the wedding dress XD!
-Restoring faith in Ming Guang
-Oh no Trauma
Ep 4
-He’s so distraught he couldn’t follow
-The telepathic matrix, is basically the world’s first discord server
-Thank you Ling Wen
-Aw he likes Hua Cheng’s name!
-That explains the fall of Xianle and the Moldy Face Plague
-Let’s be honest, Bai Wuxiang is totally responsible for Covid-19
-Woah Hua Cheng has made his mark on Heaven
-Aww he thinks the Butterflies are beautiful!
-Honestly, smart move Mu Qing and Feng Xin
-Oh she is so burnt out
-Yeah, who was the Prince of Xianle anyway?
-WHY IS EVERYBODY’S EYELINER GAME SO ON POINT?!?!?!?!
Ep 5
-The way he blew off that maple leaf
-Oooh that subtle hinting later on and symbolism with Xie Lian
-The way he moved in closer *fangirls like no tomorrow*
-I freaking love the instrumental version of Hong Jue
-Is he touched starved? He is touch starved
-I love that when San Lang scared the Ghosts shitless they ended up running like no tomorrow, Ghost 1: Book it guys our lives depend on it! Ghost 2: But we’re already dead! Ghost 1: Well it’s just an expression!
-And there was only one bed. Oh my gods there was only one bed!!!
-Aw he caught him staring
-I believe you Ox cart man
-Heck with how popular TGCF is right now, Xie Lian would be worshipped today by fans like us
-His luck did rub off on you and you should take it all Xie Lian
-Welp time to go start the next arc
Ep 6
-Woah, that old man is traumatized
-Of course being a martial god, he has experience in combat. Have you seen him in a sword dual at Yinian bridge? (Subtle Phineas and Ferb quote)
-Yep called it, and the gong noise when the door opened!
-“How did we get out here in the middle of the ocean???”
-Awww look at San Lang’s emo hoodie!
-You know what’s better than one evil Daoist? Two evil Daoists!
-And he drank the whole thing like a boss
-Now Nan Feng’s acting like an NPC from a fantasy video game
-The woman in the teal cloak saw him
-He’s touched starved again!
-Best chemistry ever!
-And after Rouye grabs San Lang and Xie Lian says, “I didn’t mean San Lang”. Rouye goes: “Really? Ok!” And then lets him go, that’s just the hypothetical dialogue I’ve got for the silk band
Ep 7
-It’s official! Xie Lian is shorter than San Lang people!
-I’ve heard of a close knit unit but this is just insane!
-There’s so many people
-Ooooohhh That poor poor general
-SO MANY COBRAS!
-Oh no and 4’s an unlucky number in China
-He is sucking the venom out like a G! Get yourself a man like San Lang people!
-You know we’re all thinking what Xie Lian’s thinking about how he’s going to clean San Lang’s bloodied lips (I’ll let you share your answers in the comment section)
-And Fu Yao’s stuck with merchant sitting
-Really lovely desert travel music!
-Yeah he does know an awful lot
-Uh oh the woman in the black cloak spotted them
Ep 8
-Thank you San Lang for protecting your man like a champ!
-Ooooh cool more Ban Yue lore!
-Ooooh his poor, poor head
-And San Lang’s expression, is worried if he hurt him, but it worked!
-Yeah but our faces don’t stick out of the ground like a fresh tater!
-Aw no they’re gonna need sacrifices
-Zhao’s fight response kicked in
-Eeenie meanie meinie that kid (probably Kemo)
-“Sully not thine honor on innocent blood” That almost sounded like a bible quote…?
-Dude Xie Lian was royalty
-Trust fall! (You’ll see next ep peeps!)
-Oh and Xie Lian’s scream! Kind of needed more raw emotion though
Ep 9
-He’s gonna jump into the pit, he’s jumping into the pit, he jumped into the
-Xie Lian’s like: Well I am going down there, but I won’t go down alone!
-The pit’s entrance is sealed!
-Trust fall! TRUST FALL!
-He touched his throat!
-There’s your answer Xie Lian
-Dance fight! Dance fight!
-You’re just gonna excuse the mass murder San Lang committed in the pit?????
-Let me just find somewhere that isn’t covered in blood
-Oh yeah you’re grateful for San Lang carrying you
-The faces they made when he called them out for jumping into the pit XD Xie Lian’s eyes are wide and blank while San Lan has a cat face! XDXDXDXDXD
-She came down!
Ep 10
-She saw Xie Lian and San Lang
-So many fallen Ban Yue soldiers
-Hi Fu Yao
-I wasn’t kidding when I said Fu Yao isn’t great at crowd control
-Thank you Fu Yao
-She’s holding his hand and he’s patting her head my freaking heart!!!!
-Oh No! Vomit trigger warning for this episode people
-Xie Lian raised her more than her Yong’An father did (and to some extent her late mother)
-It was still a good choice after all Xie Lian
-Take it easy with the ‘Bad Cop’ routine Fu Yao
-Oh no a scorpion snake
-Well that’s bad
Ep 11
-Aiaigasa! It’s Aiaigasa again folks AAAAAHHH!!!!
-Scorpion tailed cobras why’d they have to be Scorpion tailed Cobras?!?!?!?!?
-That explains the sandstorm
-Ooooh Pei Xiu army backstory
-Ugh Classist general
-No Ban Yue!!!! She was so young!!! T - T
-Yeah where will Xie Lian go from here?
-Oooh Yizhen got name dropped too!
-Uncle Jiang is cured!
-And the way he’s running away from the duo XDXDXD!
-Here’s why Fu Yao left early, as they healed Uncle Jiang he contacted Nan Feng through the telepathic array and Fu Yao’s reason is: Come on, you know how horrifying his highness’ cooking can be. This is just my theory, and I’d love to hear your possible ones in the comments!
-And the way Hua Cheng moved in closer and just preferred to be called ‘San Lang’ my freaking heart!!!
Ep 12
-We are back in Puqi village folks
-I freaking love how Xie Lian says ‘The Crimson Rain Sought Flower’ Howard Wang’s voice could act as my new sleeping aid
-Oh yeah San Lang does treasure you dude
-Ban Yue deserves all the head pats!!!!
-Ban Yue, I think you should keep living despite all the mistakes you’ve made… other than that I also don’t know the answer like Xie Lian
-Aww Xie Lian will love him no matter if he’s hideous or a monster he really does have the best standards!
-Awwww He’s hot when he’s mad!
-Another Reason why Hualian works so well is that San Lang also Respects! Xie Lian’s! Boundaries (Yep still not getting involved with the Helluva Boss drama folks)
-It’s official! That looks like an engagement ring people!
-Dude pass me the Aux cord! Ya better not be playing mainstream garbage *Puts on Hong Jue at full blast and vibes like no tomorrow!*
-It’s like they’re running towards each other AAAAAHHH!!!
-Welp, see you guys later for Season 2!
Season 2! Here I come!!!!
#my post#My reaction#episode reaction#heaven official's blessing#tian guan ci fu#tgcf#season recap#Tgcf season 1#xie lian#hua cheng#san lang#hualian#nan feng#fu yao#pei xiu#ban yue#ling wen
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song/ship analyses part 3: aziracrow and "take me to church" by hozier
this is low hanging fruit I KNOW but my friend needed a more obvious explanation so:
"My lover's got humor
She's the giggle at a funeral" is def a line you could use about crowley don't even lie
"Knows everybody's disapproval" crowley is literally an enemy twice he falls from heaven then goes against hell NOBODY LIKES HIM except for az
"If the Heavens ever did speak
She's the last true mouthpiece"
can be about both crowley and az BECAUSE
if it's az ab crowley it's saying that heaven has become corrupt just blindly following whatever the metabitch tells them to do however crowley though he doesn't like being called out on it is a gen kind person who cares ab the lives of innocents and will do anything to protect ppl he cares about and doesn't god want people to "love thy neighbor" and shit?
if it's crowley ab az it's saying that az remains the only angel untouched by the metabitch (well until s2e6) where he genuinely tries to do good unlike the rest of heaven who are okay with mass genocide if it means they win against hell, az actually cares about the many innocent lives lost
""We were born sick", you heard them say it" is kind of a reference to the metabitch insinuating that crowley was bound to fall bc of his curious nature
"Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies" is DEF an az lyric do i NEED to explain this even. it’s ab heaven and how he worships it no matter how much it’s hurt him. be REAL
"Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life" absolutely a lyric ab crowley and his devotion to az
"Drain the whole sea
Get something shiny" for az? crowley WOULD
"Something meaty for the main course" crowley is the one who firsts tempts az into eating. what does he eat? an ox. something MEATY
"No masters or kings when the ritual begins" honestly like if you substitute ritual for literally anything non-human crow and az do this is literally just a description. there arent any archangels or princes of hell its just the two of them. i think this esp applies to when they do a miracle tg to hide jimbriel from the angels/demons
"There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin" BE SO REAL DO I NEED TO EXPLAIN????
"In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human
Only then I am clean" this is def like. their mindset in s1 and i think they wish they were human because being human is lik you get to experience the joys of life and the thrill and eventually like you die but everything is ever changing but for two immortals theyll always be here and while thats great its like. you know?
#aziracrow#aziraphale x crowley#aziraphale#anthony j crowley#good omens#hozier#take me to church#ineffable husbands#song/ship analysis
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If you could add scenes or change certain designs to the uglydolls movie what would they be ? (Idk alternate institute design or random filler scenes)
For exemple i wish they insisted more onto the « doll school/training » thing.
Or another exemple, i had this idea where instead of Ox finding out bout Moxy and mandy being in danger with the printer thingy, he would’ve (seeing moxy’s missing) suspected Lou done something/has hurt Moxy and while running in the Pipe to the institute, he hears Moxy and mandy screaming for help (would’ve added a lot if you think bout it)
Gotta save this 65mill$ budget 💪💪🤩🤩
good question and wonderful ideas! i very much agree with the ox finding moxy/mandy scene. he should've been worried that he hadn't seen moxy in a while. sure, she was upset, but she is never so quiet... so he goes to check up on her, only to find an empty room, and panic arises. he tells the other uglydolls, and they go around town calling her name. and then ox reaches the sunflower pipe. realisation sinks in: "lou must've gotten her". and so the uglydolls help each other to get up the pipe, and through the darkness there is a faint red glow and screams for help.... dramatic... but maybe a bit too dark for a kids film, who knows xDDD
anywho, i have a lot of things i would change about the movie tbh, but to name a few: (buckle up everyone cause i got a lot to say)
first and foremost GIVE THE UGLYDOLLS (besides moxy and ox) A PURPOSE. babo, wage, luckybat and uglydog are the main characters technically, and yet they serve no purpose. if you removed them, and only had moxy find the institute, nothing would've changed. my fix? allow them to do what they are good at to win over the prettydolls.
from what is shown, i'm guesisng moxy is a reporter, luckybat is a fortune teller (or something like that), wage is a cook, babo is a builder and uglydog is a DJ. so! have luckybat tell the prettydolls fortunes (reading their palms or something idk), have wage cook them a nice meal, have babo build a cool contraption for them and uglydog host a dance party. and all the while, moxy is writing about the institute, life there, how lou is a big ol' meanie head, etc. this would've fixed so much, because in the film, the prettydolls turned on lou so quickly, so GIVE THEM MORE OF A REASON TO besides "ew prototype" and "he kicked a baby!!!". make the prettydolls warm up to the uglydolls, not due to their appearance, but due to who they are inside and what they enjoy doing. make them think that lou is wrong for being so cruel to them.
speaking of this, moxy writing down everything about the institute (perhaps to put into the uglyville newspaper) could be a point of tension! lou doesn't want his reputation to be smeared, so there could be a scene (i'd say after the training montage where lou is further trying to dissuade moxy) where lou tears up all the pages of her notepad, leaving her feeling devastated, but still determined to carry on despite the odds.
the only other point i have about the uglydolls is their designs. i would've loved to see them more like their original counterparts, cause they feel a bit too cutesy to be truly 'ugly' or whatever in the film. especially the stitches around the eyes, they should've kept that!! more of a handcrafted ragdoll look, i suppose!
for the institute... i feel like this is a hot take, but i like how empty it is. kind of shows how empty and artificial trying to be 'perfect' is. the repetitiveness of the institute also works to show that as well... buuut they could've taken it further. perhaps they could've gone for the more city-like area like they did in concept arts, but have it a lot more organised (too organised), so everything feels disorientating. for instance, the dolls houses are all clunked into a square area, same with the training course, etc.
this concept art, although looking sterile, still feels quite open and lively, like that of a big city. so they could make it feel more suffocating? who knows.
(i get that uglyville is quite clustered and tightly packed too, but that feels more like a comfortable closeness)(so the institute could be an uncomfortable closeness)
one scene they could've added for the prettydolls is the spy girls being hesitant to throw moxy and mandy in recycling. their expressions as moxy is going down the pipe shows fear and regret, and yet this brief, and they go back to being fine afterwards??? i get lou not giving a shit, but c'mon girls, you just helped kill two dolls! kidnapping isn't good either, but recycling innocent dolls is on a whole other level.
even if it was just a small piece of dialogue between the girls and lou, it would've worked... like:
"surely you aren't going to actually recycle them? that's way too far lou!"
or
"we didn't agree to this lou! you just told us to take them to you!"
and lou shuts them up and says how they'll be perfect yada yada idk. and that could be a breaking point for the girls, where they begin to distrust lou, because bro's a maniac.
i've mentioned this in a previous post, but i believe that the novel's version of lou and ox's backstory makes a lot more sense, in how lou stepped on the line ox was passing to make it seem like he failed the gauntlet, and the robots dragging ox to recycling. instead of ox making other dolls fail, and lou being like "imma show you recycling now. cya bub"
similarly, mandy getting the audience to coax lou into running the gauntlet makes more sense than him running the gauntlet on his own accord, fully knowing that he would be exposed. yay, peer pressure!
nit-pick here, but i wish they made nolan more 'imperfect' design-wise. although yeah, his hair and eyes are different colours and his uniform is too small, he has no socks and lost a button and has freckles, it all seems too... polished? like, his freckles are just around the cheeks, and although yeah, people can have exactly that irl, i would've loved if they went harder on it. same with his hair, the green parts are in a neat clump, that still matches the hair model of the doll. so fuck it! have him have messy hair with green strands randomly placed on his head, make his freckles heavier, so they cover his arms and legs etc too, make his uniform have hanging out threads and missing parts, etc etc! alsooo further push him having a long neck, small head, being tall, whatever. cause it's barely noticeable... (which i guess works cause lou picks up on the smallest of things but stillll i want a more 'imperfect' nolan xD)
that's all i can think of for now, and the post is long enough as it is sooo yeah xP
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Are we ready? It's Time...
For more GOOD OMENS WILD META.
I have been chewing on this one for awhile. Like, really ruminating on it. Probably because it's so far-reaching. For me, for others. It's a matter of the Journey From The Final Fifteen.
I will openly admit it, when I first came off the Final Fifteen, sometime in August/September (yeah, I was so worried about Season 2 I didn't watch it for a month after it came out and I realized I was right to do so.). I was, and still am, heartbroken. I was angry, despairing and wondering what the point of an ending like that was. I was angry at Neil Gaiman, I was angry at all the creators behind Good Omens. I was angry at Aziraphale, first, and then after about five minutes, I was angry at Crowley too.
Note, I was never mad at David Tennant or Michael Sheen. I respected their acting choices so much in the Final Fifteen. It was beautiful. It ripped my soul out through my chest. They are both brilliant. I know everyone has their favorite GO counterparts - they are mine.
Then a funny thing happened. A few weeks passed. I started fumbling around Good Omens Tumblr again. I'd been a big contributor during Detroit: Become Human (of which I am still a HUGE FAN, god I love that game.), and until Good Omens 2 came out, I was on the side of Good Omens fandom. Reading, mostly, but at the time I was very deep into my Wangxian fixation (haaaaah, I say, like I have ever left it. My dream AU is Aziraphale and Crowley in the Sunshot Campaign, causing trouble with Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian.). That changed after Final Fifteen. Now I was hurt, I was looking for comfort. I was looking for my fellow fans.
Clearly, I found you, you gorgeous bastards (saying nothing about your moms, unless you want me to). I started to read more meta, started having my own thoughts and carefully posting them. Reading fanfiction, and ... becoming less angry. Stepping back, to really look at the story. I was swallowing content like Aziraphale swallowed ox ribs. In the midst of this, I realized this wasn't The End of Good Omens, but merely the second part of a Trilogy. I'm a writer, I know what the second part of a trilogy is. It's where your heart breaks, it's the cliffhanger episode. I stopped being mad, and started loving the craft. I started to actually look at the scenes instead of just watching.
With that, I started to realize I had been missing so much. I realized I had been wrong, about a lot of things. My perspectives, and thoughts changed. Aziraphale wasn't at fault, he was a victim of the situation as much as Crowley was. Crowley left the bookshop, but he never left Aziraphale. He waited. He's still waiting. As more time passed, the more my thoughts evolved. Changed, formed anew, and I felt better for it. I decided to be hopeful about the whole thing. Yes, it was bad now, but there were enough signs and easter eggs to say this wasn't the ending we were going to get.
I healed, in short. I forgave. I'm waiting for our next chapter, because I know this story isn't done, not by a long shot. I'm waiting to see how our heroes will cope.
Rather like, I think, Aziraphale and Crowley will. The initial pain is going to fade, the anger, the feeling of rejection (whereas they will some day realize neither one of them were in fact, rejected.). The longing is going to kick in. They're going to miss one another more than they will ever be angry. There's going to be moments of grace, of forgiveness, partnered with sadness. What I think we forget, sometimes, is that Aziraphale and Crowley are 6000 years old. They've fought before. They'll fight again. With the fullness of time though, they'll come back to one another. They'll talk again.
Right now though, they've had time. Time to hopefully process (I really, really hope Aziraphale has had SOME time to process), time let the anger fade a little. Maybe not enough time - some of us here still need time - but enough to let them wonder ... is it really over? Maybe to realize, no. No it's not.
Time doesn't heal all wounds, but time does allow you to find equilibrium. I hope time will do the same for our angel and our demon. I know time helped me. I hope time will help us all.
#good omens#aziraphale#crowley#david tennant#michael sheen#neil gaiman#good omens meta#good omens fandom#time is on our side
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We know that in good omens EVERYTHING is for a reason. Every prop is carefully picked out and placed, every action has importance to it, and every line is so significant that fans could write 2 seasons worth of analysis based on a few words from the show (cough cough nudge nudge). But there is one line from the final episode that has been often questioned (and cried to) by the community; those words being the horrific and heartbreaking, "I forgive you." So let's talk about it.
There is a lot that we need to unpack in order to understand the meaning behind those 3 words. First, let's look into Aziraphale's mindset. We can see throughout both seasons the struggle Aziraphale has with black-and-white thinking. How hesitant he is to work with or complete favors for Crowley because his "side wouldn't like that." In season 2's flashback with Wee Morag we see him conflicted between what was morally right and what was morally wrong when it came to the grave robbing. His thought process was and always has been good versus bad, right versus wrong, heaven versus hell. Of course, throughout the series he has shown improvement - with the help of Crowley - seeing and treading on that gray line. But the moment before the kiss we know he has regressed back into that black-and-white way of thinking due to the statement "obviously you said no to hell, you're the bad guys" and "heaven... well it's the side of truth, of light, of good."
Aziraphale believes in heaven, believes in what heaven stands for. But we also know that Aziraphale doesn't believe heaven is living up to its name nor its potential due to his consistent doubting of heaven's execution of God's plan. He doesn't think heaven is what it's supposed to be. And that brings us to the next point: Aziraphale's choice.
When we get the flashback to the conversation Aziraphale has with the Metatron, he originally says "I don't want to go back to heaven." Aziraphale wasn't on board until the Metatron mentioned how he could return Crowley back to his angelic status. This tells us that Aziraphale doesn't want to go to heaven for power, but instead so he can fix what he considers heaven's biggest mistake: casting out Crowley. He doesn't want to fix Crowley, he wants to fix heaven. He wants to make it a better place, a place that deserves to be called the side of truth, light, and good. Not for himself, but for the greater good. For Crowley. But Crowley didn't understand that. Which leads us to the final point: the kiss.
Before the kiss, Crowley heard that Aziraphale wanted to return to heaven and turn Crowley back into an angel. After decades and decades of trying to show Aziraphale that there was more to life than heaven versus hell, Crowley was indirectly slapped in the face when Aziraphale told him that he along with hell were "the bad guys." He tried to help Aziraphale realize that heaven is just as cruel as hell, but the attempts of reasoning were pointless. Crowley in that moment felt not only betrayed, but also helpless as Aziraphale showed no sign of changing his mind. In a final effort to convince him to stay, Crowley confessed his feelings for Aziraphale. But it still wasn't enough to change his mind. Finally, Crowley kissed Azriaphale... but this wasn't because he wanted to show how much he loved Aziraphale. No, this kiss was angry. Crowley knew he wasn't going to be able to change Aziraphale's mind, and overcome with emotion, he showed Aziraphale everything he was saying goodbye to. And Aziraphale understood it.
Aziraphale felt the anger and understood the message Crowley was telling him. And it hurt. Aziraphale, the angel who ate an entire ox after getting just a taste of that hunger, was shown a path with an entirely new level of desire he hadn't known he was longing for. Aziraphale wanted to hate it but he couldn't. He wanted to hate Crowley for it but he couldn't. In his mind, the right thing to do was to go to heaven, that was the right choice. But he was betrayed by Crowley's temptation of a life he knew he would always desire but wouldn't be able to choose.
Crowley hurt Aziraphale as well.
And with his decision unmoved, he met Crowley's eyes, and forgave him for it.
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Meet Me Underneath The Tree
Leigh Shaw x GN! Reader
Warnings: Fluff
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Y/N and Leigh had been going strong for two years, two years since the fling between herself and Danny ended. Two years since she cut all ties with her dead husband’s family. Needing a new start herself, she found something in the new instructor her mom hired for Beautiful Beast. Y/N was a self defense instructor, helping the women who had paid to be taught self defense, Leigh had also noticed how smooth their voice was as they spoke. Considering what they taught, they had a gentle nature about them, and Leigh had experienced that for the two years of their relationship, even through the arguments that she had started, they remained by her side.
“So, you’re finally popping the question?” Amy asked Y/N as Leigh was teaching her class.
“Yeah.” They answered, a nervous smile on their face. “I know she has suffered a lot, but I want to be there for her, show her that she will always have something to breathe for.”
“She’s so lucky.” Jules groaned as she handed the ring back to Y/N. “So, what’s your big plan?” Y/N explained their plan to them, wanting to make the moment as special as possible. Soon enough cutting the conversation short when Leigh stepped out of the studio.
“What am I interrupting?” She questioned with a raised brow as she dried the sweat from herself.
“Nothing.” Jules answered quickly.
“Jules was just telling us what her plans are with Tommy.” Amy answered her confidently. “The two of them have decided to grace us with their presence this christmas.” Leigh beamed at her sister.
“That’s amazing.” She wrapped her arm around her shoulder. “It was too quiet last year without you.” Everyone chuckled as Jules sent Amy a glare.
Y/N had remained a nervous wreck leading up to Christmas eve. They had their doubts, what if she says no? What will happen to their relationship? But Leigh never failed to make them see that they are just as important to her as she is to them.
“Mom wants my help with the decorations.” Leigh told Y/N as she grabbed her coat. “She said something about Jules and Tommy coming around tonight and celebrating.”
“Ok.” Y/N nodded with a smile.
“I’ll be back in time for our little tradition.” She told them as she pressed a kiss to their lips. Y/N sighed as the door closed behind her, looking at the ring one last time before they made their own preparations.
“So, how is it with you and Y/N?” Amy asked her as the two prepared the food for Christmas dinner.
“It’s great.” Leigh answered her unsurely. “But I can’t help but feel as though they are pulling away from me.”
“How so?” Amy pressed on as Leigh wiped her hands on the towel.
“They’ve been distant with me.” She sighed as she rubbed her brow. “Maybe I’m just too much, my mood swings and outbursts are too much for them.”
“I don’t think that is the case.” Amy assured her as Leigh looked at the time. “I can see how they look at you Leigh, you are their whole world.”
“I just, I can’t shake this feeling like it may be the end.” She whispered shakily. “I don’t want this to be the end because I am so in love with them that it physically hurts me being away from them.”
“Tell them.” Amy told her. “Let them know everything you’re feeling.” Leigh nodded as she received a text from Y/N.
Meet me underneath the tree.
“I have to go.” Leigh sighed as she grabbed her coat, heading towards the little spot that had become theirs over the two year period. Her heart beat in her chest as she spotted Y/N in the distance, just staring out into space. “Y/N.” She breathed out, gaining their attention, watching as they took a shaky breath.
“Hi.” They smiled at her before continuing. “I honestly had a whole other plan for this, but then I figured here would be a better place.”
“No.” Leigh spat out, taking Y/N by surprise. “I am not letting you end what we have!” Y/N was shocked by the words coming from Leigh’s mouth. “We have worked too damn hard to be where we are now and I don’t want to throw that away because I love you. I love you so damn much and I can’t. I won’t lose you or what we have.” She closed her eyes as she took a deep breath, opening them to see Y/N down on one knee, holding a ring in their hands.
“Leigh, I never, ever want to lose you.” They started as Leigh took a shaky breath. “I guess maybe my nerves these past few weeks haven’t helped either of us.” They chuckled lightly. “I have known for a while now that my future is meant to be spent by your side, living each day together, maybe starting a family one day, but I know I need you in my life Leigh. I love you with every fiber of my being and I will love more and more with each passing moment. So, will you marry me?”
“Yes.” She whispered as her tears flowed freely, smiling as Y/N had put the ring on her finger, noticing her wedding ring and engagement ring were no longer on her finger from her previous marriage.
“Your rings?” They questioned as she cupped their face.
“I haven’t worn them for months.” Leigh told them. “I guess I felt ready to let go of Matt and focus on the life I will have with you.” They smiled before kissing her softly, holding her close as the kiss broke, pressing their foreheads together, ready to live for their future together.
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