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jamminvroomvroom · 2 months

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I absolutely adore your writing,

For the celebration, could you please do virgin reader first time with Oscar?

sunshine.

op x fem!reader - 4k celebration

in which oscar arrives home to an unexpected guest…

hi hi hi! thank you so much anon, i hope this is what you wanted!! trying to get through requests, loving hearing from you guys! this one is so cute i think, let me know ur thoughts 😚😚

songs to set the mood: fall in love with you by montell fish, fade into you by mazzy star, like real people do by hozier

warnings: 18+!! minors dni!!! smut, fluff, friends to lovers, sleepy baby oscar, teeny tiny bit of angst, mutual pining, r’s first time, swearing

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oscar’s exhausted, shoulders sagging beneath the thick material of his mclaren hoodie. he’s glad he left it in his carry on, the miserable london weather not even remotely living up to the warm glow of the middle eastern sun.

he craves his bed, dreamless sleep, entering the code to get into his building and slumping against the cool mirrored wall of the elevator. his eyes droop as the lift travels up, and the ding that sounds when he reaches his floor breathes life back into him.

the double header that kickstarted the season has knackered him, and he longs for alone time and silence to recuperate before he has to deal with the noise of going home and racing in front of a familiar crowd.

his key slides into the lock and he pushes the door open, throwing his bags by the door - he’ll deal with them later. the hoodie is shrugged off and dropped haphazardly on the floor next to the shoes he kicks off. his bed is calling. dazed, he trudges down the hallway, but he’s spooked by a faint sound coming from his bedroom.

as he primes himself to investigate, he hears footsteps, light and quiet against the floorboards. he goes to open his bedroom door, breathing heavy, but he just about jumps out of his skin when it swings open before he gets there. he yelps, and so do you, leaping into the air.

“you scared the shit out of me.” you shout, hand over your thumping heart.

“i scared you? what are you doing here?” oscar bites back, running his hand through his brown locks.

“sorry, sorry, i didn’t mean to be here without your permission but… it’s a long story. i didn’t think you’d be home yet.” you smile apologetically.

“sofa.” oscar mumbles, stalking past his bedroom and towards the living room. “what’s goi- are you wearing my shirt?” he splutters, finally looking at you properly.

your face heats up, and you cross your arms awkwardly.

“um, yeah? god, this is all so embarrassing.” you cover your face, falling onto the sofa. he plonks down beside you.

“tell me what happened.” oscar sighs.

“he dumped me.”

“oh.”

“yeah.”

“why?” oscar asks softly. “ugh, i knew i hated him for a reason.” he wrinkles his nose.

“i don’t know how to explain this without wading into major tmi territory.” your voice is small, quivering slightly.

“you can tell me, love.” he encourages gently.

“he found it weird that i’m, uh, a virgin?” you squeak, your voice raising into a question. oscar goes as red as you are.

“oh. oh.”

“oh god, you’re freaked out too. is there something wrong with me? like, why has this not happened? i thought i was ready with him, but then when it came down to it…” you ramble, trailing off.

“there’s nothing wrong with you.” oscar states, firm and serious. “him, on the other hand.” he shakes his head, disgusted. “he wasn’t good enough for you.” he spits.

“do you mind if i stay here?” you whisper, leaning into his side. “or, keep staying here?” you laugh softly. oscar joins in.

“you know you can always stay here.” he smiles sleepily. you’re just about the only person in the world he can stand right now, and always, actually. “but i need a nap, you coming?”

you nod and follow him to his room. the tv is still on, the one with monica and chandlers wedding playing quietly. oscar smiles. he knows it’s your favourite.

he flops onto his side of the bed, dropping off almost instantly. you watch over him, enamoured and sympathetic, in awe of him and the life he lives. you slip into bed beside him, leaving a respectable distance between you and the aussie.

you pass out right around chandler’s vows.

you stir between two thick arms. pale, warm skin is wrapped around you, oscar’s soft breath fanning your face as he sleeps.

you watch him, scanning each and every mole on his face, trying to ground yourself. you combat the anxiety of being in his arms, choosing to enjoy the moment, while he’s still peaceful. it’s nice to feel wanted, even if he’s unconscious.

for the first time, you’re glad your ex broke up with you, because how does it make sense that you feel safer, more wanted in the arms of your best friend?

“stop staring, ‘m gonna blush.” oscar mumbles, clearing his throat. his eyes are still shut, but he just knows you too well.

oscar opens his eyes slowly, blinking away sleep. you stare at each other, comfortable silence eating away at the palpable tension.

you kiss him.

because why wouldn’t you? it’s oscar, your oscar, and he’s sleepy and cosy and gorgeous, and you’ve waited too fucking long. you can’t resist it any longer, free from the bounds of being someone else’s.

his lips are warm, and he’s startled, but the surprise doesn’t falter him; just as quickly as you kiss him, he’s kissing you back. his large hand finds your face, and the other finds your waist, pulling you closer. you melt into him, impossibly closer than you already were.

he’s gentle with you, tentative but firm and you part your lips, letting him lick into your mouth. his tongue strokes softly over yours and you keen at the sensation. he pushes you onto your back, balancing on his elbow half hovering over you. your hair fans out onto the pillow, his soft fingers running through your strands, pushing them away from your flushed face. oscar pulls away, scanning your face.

“sorry.” you smile up at him, breathless.

“apology very much accepted. i’ve been wondering when that would happen.” he laughs incredulously.

“really?”

“what can i say? i’m irresistible.” he replies dryly, exercising his sense of humour that was a foundation of your friendship.

“yeah. you kinda are.” you giggle bashfully.

and then he’s kissing you again, pressing himself even closer to you. you welcome him in, wrapping your arms around his lean frame, feeling over his shoulders. he’s tense, restrained, groaning into you at the feeling of your hands raking over his back.

“we should stop.” he mumbles, noses bumping. you frown.

“why?”

“because you said earlier, you’re not ready for this and i’m… well, things are gonna get real awkward if we keep going.” he chokes out half a laugh, glancing down at his-

“oh.”

“yeah, i just, i don’t want to make you uncomfortable. we can go slow.”

“osc, i wasn’t ready with him,” you pause, collecting your thoughts. “but you’re not him.”

“i suppose that’s true.” he shrugs.

“then you better do something.”

oscar lays you back, climbing over you completely this time. his trails over your jaw, taking your chin between his fingers.

“are you sure about this? we can stop anytime, just say the words.”

“‘m sure, oscar. i want to do this with you.” you coo, reassuringly.

his lips run over your neck, your collarbone, and he mouths at the collar of the t-shirt that you’re wearing. his t-shirt. his.

“gonna take this off, yeah?” he asks, whispering low, right by your ear.

“yeah, please.” you say, your own hands running under his t-shirt and up his muscular back. he’s relaxed now, no tension between his shoulder blades, and so you push the material up, and he slips it over his head. his warm digits peel your shirt off, too, and you’re warm all over when his eyes trail over your chest.

you’d forgone a bra, ditching it when you’d arrived at his place, and his pupils are blown wide, hazel hues sparkling with desire. his hands slide up your ribcage, thumbing at the underside of your breasts, while he plants open mouthed kisses down your chest. your eyes flutter shut, gasping softly as he skims your nipple.

“oscar.” you breathe, the light whimper sending his blood rushing south.

“does that feel good?” he asks, searching your face for answers.

“more.” you sound strained, desperate, and he aches.

his sucks your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the swollen bud. he toys with the other one, massaging your breast with his skilful fingers, tweaking and pulling until you’re panting beneath him. he pulls away with a pop, licking over to the other side, deciding to test your limits when he nips delicately at the peak. you moan, bucking your hips, hypersensitive to his every move.

you can feel how hard he is, his grey joggers growing tighter with every passing second.

“want all of you, osc.” you plead.

“need to get you ready for me first, okay honey?” he rubs circles into your sides, warm and calloused. you relax fully, lifting your hips.

oscar mouthed over your belly, peppering sunshine-like kisses down your abdomen until he finds the band of your loose shorts. he mumbles something into you navel about taking them off and you nod, enthusiastic and frantic. you can feel his smile branding your sensitive skin. the material glides down your thighs, pooling at your ankles, and you kick them away. he parts your thighs, making himself comfortable on his belly, and thumbs at the crease of your leg, toying with your panties.

he drags his pointer finger over your covered slit, up and down slowly, applying more pressure every time he brushes over your clit. oscar can see where you’re starting to seep through your panties and he stifles a low groan, anxious to peel the cotton off of your body, the final barrier separating him from you, so he does, pulling them slowly down your legs. he studies your face as he does, keeping his eyes firmly on yours. your lip catches between your teeth, aching as you watch, helpless and wet.

oscar kisses your hip bone, sucking gently until he’s stained it purple, and then his warm breath is fanning your cunt. your eyes squeeze shut.

“look at me, baby. gotta keep your eyes on me.” oscar mutters. your pussy clenches around nothing at the tone of his voice. you pry your eyes open, just about managing to prop yourself up on your elbows. “that’s it, honey. has anyone ever done this to you before?”

you shake your head, no. he smiles to himself, like he knows something you don’t, and dives in.

his tongue works in slow strokes, dragging through your slick with intent, eyes locked with yours. you must look like a deer in headlights, pupils blown, shocked with pleasure when you collapse against the mattress. he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking, tasting, and your legs go weak, splayed open all for him. you whimper as he tugs your clit between his teeth, just enough to graze over the sensitive nerves. it sends your hips flying, bucking wildly against his face.

“osc…” you breathe, squeezing your eyes shut.

“‘m gonna give you some more, is that okay?” he asks, nose bumping your clit.

“yes, please.” you don’t know what more is, but you need it like air.

you feel a finger glide over your sodden flesh, rubbing over your entrance. you sigh out, oh, anticipation and bliss sending white heat down your spine. he circles his finger around your opening, coating it in you, and carefully slides it in, feeling out for any sign of tension or discomfort. when you grind your hips onto the single digit, he knows you’re okay.

it feels good, better than anything you’d ever felt on your own, and you writhe against his bedspread. he thrusts a couple of times, experimenting, seeing what makes you squirm for him the right way, and when his finger curls, hooking deliciously, he knows he’s struck gold. you arch off the bed, searching for more, more, anything.

“another one.” you cry, begging, and oscar’s not one to tease. not yet, anyway.

a second finger joins the lonesome first, and he finds some pace, fucking into you faster. he scissors the digits, stretching you out for him, enjoying the pretty view. he’s achingly hard now, rocking discreetly into the mattress, losing his mind as he watches how you drip around his fingers. he wants another taste of you, addicted already to sweet, salty honey, so he has to finish you off, lap your mess off of his long fingers.

“i think- i think-“ you can’t get the words out, they’re lost on your tongue, but oscar knows what you mean.

“that’s it, baby. so good for me, doing so good. cum for me.” he spurs you on, drawing it out of you.

you let go, crashing biblically, the high sending you to heaven and back, two times over. he grinds his fingers, softer, just enough to help you through it and you chant his name like you’re praying at an alter. you know that you’ll never be over this. your oscar.

“holy shit.” you giggle, smiling lazily as you return to the world of the living. he’s licking his fingers clean; you could black out so easily.

“did you enjoy that?” he punctuates with a kiss to your belly, crawling up your body until he’s hovering over you.

“maybe you should do it again, just so that i can really make sure that i did.” you tease. your hand rakes through his hair, pushing it back off of his face. he’s grinning down at you, eyes fluttering shut. “that was amazing.” you whisper. he’s blushing when he kisses you, and then you are too, when you taste yourself on his tongue.

he moans against your lips, making you pull back. your hand leaves his brown strands, joining your other, which is currently voyaging down his back.

“you’re wearing too many clothes.” you whisper, lips bumping his as your hands slide under the waistband of his sweats. something desperate emits from the back of his throat. you push them over his hips, fisting the thick fabric, eager to have him bare on top of you once and for all. oscar helps, kicking them away, boxers too.

you can feel him, thick and wet between your thighs, his breathing uneven. your nails graze his hip and he jolts, collapsing on top of you, his full weight covering your keening body. he kisses into the crook of your neck, frantic; you need him deep, immediately, his urgent change in form leaving you flushed.

“you want me?” he whispers into your ear, leaving you shivering.

“so bad.” you pant.

“i’ll be gentle.” he promises.

he guides himself through your folds, slippery and warm, all for him. he nudges the head inside of you, hips stuttering at the blinding tightness. you gasp, but he catches it in his mouth, softly moulding his lips to yours as he pushes further. you open up for him, pliant, and when he eventually bottoms out, he holds himself there, letting you adjust.

“oh, fuck.” your eyes roll back, nails leaving crescent marks in his shoulders.

“so good for me, so pretty.” oscar grunts. “say when, baby.” he breathes, rubbing soothing circles into your hip.

“move.”

oscar rolls his hips, rocking you into the mattress. he hooks your knee over his waist, driving himself deeper and deeper with every thrust. you’re boneless, lost to the delectable stretch, to the way his cock seems to touch every part of you that makes you quiver.

“tell me how it feels.” oscar murmurs, grip tightening on your thigh.

“fuck, oscar, it’s so good. ‘m so glad it’s you.” your voice shakes, raw with emotion.

“me fucking too.” he mumbles, increasing his pace ever so slightly.

his thrusts lull into more of a grind, reaching your depths and revelling in the way you only get tighter for him. you’re spilling around him, already so close to meeting your end, and all it takes is the calloused pad of his thumb brushing your bundle of nerves to have you convulsing. you’re somewhere else entirely, on a whole other spiritual plane, utterly and completely his as he fucks you through your second orgasm.

when he spills, white hot and sweat slicked, he gushes endless hushed whines of your name. it sounds perfect when he says it like this, rolling off of his tongue with dire urgency.

his dampened hair falls over his darkened eyes, full of stars and total adoration. you’re smiling sleepily up at him like he’s made of sunshine. you always thought he was, and now you know that he most definitely is.

the most beautiful sunshine man.

“hi.” he whispers.

“hi.” you whisper back.

an intimacy, different to the one you’ve just shared, blossoms between you, encapsulating you here with him endlessly.

“i’m gonna clean you up, ‘n then we’re gonna order food.” he gazes fondly, stroking your hair.

“perfect.” you agree.

“put friends back on, i’m gonna run you a bath.” he begrudgingly stands from the bed, trailing towards the en-suite.

“you’re gonna join me in there, right?” you admire his naked frame as he disappears into the bathroom.

“obviously.” he pokes his head out once more to scoff, and you lay there, grinning like the worlds most lovesick idiot, your thoughts dulled by the sound of running water.

when the bath is full of hot water and too many bubbles, he gets in first, and you sink into the revitalising heat. oscar pulls you close, your back to his chest, kissing over your hairline as you mould yourself against him.

“thank god you broke in.”

oh i’m soft

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stardewvalleybut-i-draw · 2 months

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Are you excited for the Stardew 1.6 update? Concerned Ape said it's coming out march 19th, only three weeks away!

Heck yeah! The thing is, Stardew has a bad habit of putting a stranglehold on people so I gotta make sure not to overdo it LMAO THAT and I can't wait for the farmer to stand out even MORE in the new update!

He's just standing there...MENACINGLY

#stardew valley #sdv #stardew #stardew fanart #stardew farmer #sdv farmer #ask #sdv sebastian #sdv jas

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sairiiya · 2 years

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Summer classes are boring, except when Alex gives us ice creams!

#stardew valley #sdv #sdv fanart #mine #ask #sdv alex #sdv penny #sdv jas #sdv vincent #stardew valley alex #stardew valley penny

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acourtofwhatthefuck · 4 months

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Do you have or know some good angsty azriel fics? I’m ready to break my own heart…

Okay this is a very small selection of so many I love but enjoy! 🫶🏻

- Horrors of the Hewn City by @azsazz

- Just Hold On by @azsazz

- Walk Away by @azsazz and Part Two (yes I’m simping over Kier don’t judge me)

- Under Violet Skies by @writingsbychlo (ur gorgeous ily)

- Daughter of Autumn by @writingcroissant

- Feel Too Much by @illyrian-dreamer

- The Secrets We Hide by @fieldofdaisiies

- Lose You to Love Me by @fieldofdaisiies and Part Two

- Out of Reasons to Love You by @bubbles-for-all-of-us

There you go, darling! Hope that fills hunger for angst for a little while! 🫶🏻

#ask #jas recs #acotar recs #azriel x reader #angst #angst recs

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stardew-confessions · 1 month

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I wish children in the game could do something - like grow up to Jas and Vincent’s age and have more of a personality/appearance - maybe run around, take after the spouse a bit, properly chat idk just be an actual kid and not more of a prop - would be more cool idk

#sdv #stardew valley #sdv confessions #stardew valley confessions #anon #queued #ask #anonymous #jas sdv #vincent sdv

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deutsche-bahn · 17 days

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DB "Kaffeepulver mit Heißwasser überschüttet und im Becher gebrüht und daher bitte durch den Siebdeckel trinken" Kaffee! My Beloved.! 🥰🥰🥰

Aufgrund der Kaffeefilterknappheit von 2024 servieren wir aktuell unsere Kaffees im türkischen Stil, mit Kaffeepulver direkt im Gefäß. Bis dato hat es keiner bemerkt. Danke für die positive Rückmeldung, wir leiten es weiter.

#ask #deutsche bahn #ach stimmt das hier war ja mal ein gimmick blog

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vesperionnox · 9 months

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[ Day 62 ]

The Point Of No Return

#dddaily4sherin #vnox art #LoSbotwAu #desert duo #desert duo au #botw totk #totk spoilers #ish #its just the very begining #Jas's asks have been taking me down too

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liebelesbe · 24 days

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Icon request: Non-binary Dickie Hoppenstedt

es ist zwar Monate her seit du das requested hast, aber hier ist nonbinary Dicki 😌

[ID: Dicki Hoppenstedt in front of the nonbinary pride flag. End ID]

#icons #dicki hoppenstedt #german stuff #<- irgendwie ja schon #ask

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yarrowdraws · 1 month

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I light a fat ciggy, mmm… do you get it, makes me feel good. -Zygismunt Berg

#Zygismunt Berg #sacred and terrible air #püha ja õudne lõhn #zigi #audio is from The Big Lebowski #that post thats like 'zigi writes worst spechgesang ever; asked to leave vaasa' lives in my brain rent free dfghkdfjghd #please ignore that he doesn't have the jacket on when she meets him. I forgor

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jasminem18 · 1 year

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Doodlez requests/Suggestions are open for a bit (cuz why not) but they will be drawn traditionally (sorry ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

Ask me questions too I'd love to ramble about my .exes and stuff I mean if you have questions or something or just wanna tell me something

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jastheskelebun · 2 months

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Oh crazy is Jas gonna be ok?

-J

"I'd say give him, like, an hour and he'll be fine"

#ask blog #ask jas #ask zoobpyrus #atrd ut au #atrd ut swap+ au #<ooc: sorry I've been gone for so long since the last post‚ I kinda got overwhelmed with other things‚ but I'll try to do more ask answers>

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jamminvroomvroom · 8 months

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4 with lando :)))

flashing lights - kanye west (respect the art not the artist!)

LN4 x reader

tysm for the request xoxo!! finally continuing my requests (sorry it took ages whoops) flipped my list and went from the bottom for this bc otherwise we were gonna have some repeats lol

images below from pinterest - i claim no ownership 🙃

warnings: none! some swearing, some fluff, lando being a funny little camera shy pr machine - but fr minors pls just dni with my work okay tysm!!!

lando was frantically pacing your apartment when you walked in, eyes wild, as if he hadn’t slept, and hair an absolute disheveled state. his usually sun-kissed skin seemed to get even paler when he heard the door shut behind you, coming to a halt in your kitchen and staring at you as though he’d seen a ghost.

“lando?” you questioned, confused as to, a) why he was here so early, and b) why he looked like he was about to confess that he had killed your entire bloodline.

“baby, i’m so sorry.” your blood ran cold. what had he done? he closed the space between you, tentatively taking your hands.

“lando… what’s going on?” you tilted your head, starting to sweat in your oversized leather jacket. you’d just been out running errands, picking up bits for the dinner you were supposed to be sharing with the mclaren driver, much later in the day.

“i didn’t think anyone had seen us but then i had my assistant, the entire pr department and my mother phoning me, and then max called and said that him and pietra wanted to see if we were okay, before i could call anyone else back which confused the fuck outta me, so i finally checked twitter and there it was and i just got in the car and came here but god, i’m so sorry.” lando finally exhaled, looking like he was about to pass out, with creases so deep on his forehead that you thought they’d stay there permanently.

“okay, lando? sweetheart? yeah, okay i’m gonna need a bit more info.” you over enunciated each word, stressing that you were still in the absolute dark about whatever was on the verge of sending him into cardiac arrest.

“there’s photos. of us. kissing.” he finally said, quietly, and after a good ten seconds of staring at you in utter fear.

“fucking hell, i thought something terrible had happened. jesus christ, lando.” you exhaled, eyes wide. he stared at you like you’d grown a second head, stepping forward to mockingly rest his hand against your forehead as if he was checking your temperature.

“are you… are you… okay?” lando asked, eyebrow quirked. he was shocked at how calm you were.

you’d both agreed to keep your relationship private, and over the last five months, that had gone swimmingly well. but some low quality photos taken, as you waited for some friends outside a restaurant in the outskirts of london, had fucking launched the cat out of the bag.

“how bad are the pictures? are we naked or something?” you scoffed at him and now lando was truly confused.

“no, but- but i thought we were gonna keep this quiet.” he murmured.

“i know, baby, but okay, it’s out. is that really so bad? it was bound to happen eventually.” you reasoned, and lando finally saw your point.

“i just want to protect you, from all of the lights and the flashing cameras. love you too much to lose you to those vultures.” lando dipped his forehead against yours as he spoke, eyes locked on yours. you couldn’t help but smile at him, the loveliest man you could have wished for.

“oh, my sweet, sweet boy,” you crooned, pecking his lips. “you know i love to show off.” he laughed at that, a low rumbling in his chest.

you pulled away, stepping around him and walking further into your apartment, dropping all of your stuff down in your kitchen.

“anyways, i already saw the pictures. we look hot.” you ignored his incredulous ‘what?’, waving him off. “now, come here and help me make dinner.”

#lavenderlando #lando norris #lando norris blurb #lando norris drabble #lando norris fic #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #blurbs #drabble #blurb #lando norris fluff #lando norris fics #f1 fics #f1 fic #request #ask #writing things #f1 fluff #jas’s spotify blurbs

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lesbiantahani · 1 year

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#yellowjackets #also this is not in order of my top ten dkfkfk #jas rambles #polls #special shout out to 'thats why i put it on the cookie!'#please dont ask me why THERES NO BOOKCLUB is here bc i know everyone would vote that dkkdkd #isnt****#also would have put the whole snorting coke scene but theres just too many good quotes

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galli-halli · 3 months

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Diese Schuhsache macht mich echt wahnsinnig und ich muss das jetzt mal kurz rauslassen, sonst explodiert mir spätestens heute Abend der Kopf! 🙈

Ich habe die Szene jetzt nochmal (mehrfach) angeschaut und es ist einfach von vorne bis hinten so unfassbar intim irgendwie.

Es fängt schon an, als Klaas sich meinem Gefühl nach ein bisschen zu sehr über die Schuhe freut, dass es durch den ausgeglichenen Nachteil im Spiel gerechtfertigt werden könnte. Und Jokos "What?!" klingt für mich auch einigermaßen excited, was er auch mit seiner gespielten Schimpftirade im Anschluss nicht so richtig verbergen kann. Meine Theorie dazu: Klaas trägt gerne hohe Schuhe und Joko findet das mindestens interessant wenn nicht sogar sehr gut.

Unterstützt wird meine These auch direkt nach dem Anziehen durch die Art, wie Klaas da steht mit den Händen in den Taschen, dem leicht unsicheren Grinsen im Gesicht. Er macht einen halben Schritt nach vorne und wirkt auf einmal so freaking confident, als Joko auf ihn zukommt. Und wie er das tut, beinahe lasziv mit wiegenden Schritten, die rechte Hand schon früh nach Klaas ausgestreckt. Und dann beide Hände an Klaas' Hüften, der Satz, Jokos Stimmlage und die kurze Verzögerung bis Klaas reagiert und einen Schritt zurückgeht und Jokos Lachen dabei. Und danach ist Klaas' Körperhaltung kurz wieder unsicher, bis Joko ihn anschaut und sie dann ganz locker weitermachen als wäre nix passiert.

War ja auch nix, was soll schon sein. Don't mind me. 🙈

Hallo Anon!

Vielleicht geht es dir besser als mir und du hast dich in der Zwischenzeit beruhigt - ich mich nicht.

"es ist einfach von vorne bis hinten so unfassbar intim irgendwie." Ja, das ist wohl eine sehr gute Zusammenfassung für diese gesamte Szene. Und gerade das macht mich so verrückt daran.

Natürlich habe ich mich in Rage geredet - der Rest ist wie immer unterm Cut.

Die Spontanität und Ungeplantheit der Situation lässt sie so echt wirken. Weder Joko noch Klaas wussten ein paar Sekunden vorher, dass Klaas da gleich in Plateauschuhen vor Joko stehen würde. Wir kriegen Jokos erste Reaktion also mit, während sie passiert, und obwohl wir derartiges von JK schon kennen, ist es eben diese Mischung aus Vertrautheit und Dreistigkeit, mit der Joko sich Klaas ausguckt, sich ihm nähert und ihn dann anfasst.

Sowohl bei der Berührung als auch bei dem Satz, den er sagt, ist für mich weniger entscheidend, was er macht, sondern eher wie. Wie er es betont, wie er ihn berührt, was er da ausstrahlt.

Und das ist - wow.

Joko ist gerne mal anzüglich und schlägt über die Strenge - aber das tut er hier ja gar nicht. Er überzieht die Bewegungen nicht, er lacht nicht laut, er betont die Worte nicht übertrieben dreckig. Es kommt eher einfach so aus ihm heraus. Manchmal ist Joko so ungeniert straight to the point, dass es eine viel krassere Wirkung hat, als wenn er es übertreiben würde. Die ganze Aktion bekommt dadurch eine Natürlichkeit, eine Selbstverständlichkeit, und eben dadurch erst die Intimität, die alles so merkwürdig auflädt.

Das Ganze eskaliert innerhalb weniger Sekunden. Joko sieht Klaas in den Schuhen und irgendwelche Synapsen scheinen da nicht mehr ganz so zu funktionen, anders kann ich mir das nicht guten Gewissens erklären, dass der ihn bei der Hüfte fasst und ihn an sich ziehen will. Das ist selbst für Jokos Verhältnisse eine zu intime Geste für einfach so während einer Show. Vor allem, weil er mit der Berührung bezwecken wollte, Klaas an sich zu ziehen und - ja, was eigentlich? Was hat er sich davon versprochen?

Es wirkt so unbedarft, so aus dem Bauch heraus und damit eben auch undurchdacht. Also genau das, was Klaas normalerweise komplett aus dem Konzept bringt und was sehr abwehrende Reaktionen in ihm hervorruft.

Und Klaas?

Klaas weicht vor ihm zunächst nicht zurück, er hat ganz entspannt das Bein rausgestellt und sogar die Hände in den Taschen. Er guckt Joko nicht angespannt oder genervt an, sondern lächelt. Er lacht sogar mit ihm über Jokos sehr unmissverständliche Aufforderung. Er reagiert auf Jokos rechte Hand auf seiner Hüfte zunächst gar nicht, als wäre es völlig natürlich, von ihm so angefasst zu werden.

Erst, als Jokos linke Hand auch noch nach ihm greift und er kurz davor ist, Klaas wirklich an sich zu ziehen, reagiert Klaas, und das, wie du schon gesagt hast Anon, mit einer ziemlich merkwürdigen Verzögerung. Das "Lass mich in Ruhe, bitte" klingt auch wenig abweisend, eher überfordert, eher aus dem Reflex heraus.

Sein Lachen davor hingegen, das scheint mir genauso unabsichtlich und spontan gewesen zu sein wie Jokos gesamter Auftritt.

Jokos ganze Körpersprache ist so selbstverständlich, so flüssig, so locker, als hätte er Klaas schon hundertmal so berührt; als würde er ihn regelmäßig an beiden Seiten seiner Hüfte anfassen und ihn an sich ziehen. Allein der Gedanke, h i l f e ! Da existiert für ein paar wenige Sekunden nichts außer Klaas und je länger man sich das anschaut, desto privater wirkt diese ganze Aneinanderkettung der Ereignisse. Von Jokos erstem Blick auf Klaas' Schuhe bis zu dem verspäteten Moment, in dem Klaas ihn hektisch mit der Hand wegdrückt, sind sie völlig in ihrer eigenen Welt.

Dieses gemeinsame Lachen erinnert mich ein bisschen an den VR-Kuss aus der JKvsP7 Maz. Da hatten sie auch schon so unbedarft vor sich hingelacht, vor allem bei Klaas ist mir das aufgefallen. Dieses leise Lachen von ihm kannte man früher kaum, aber in den letzten paar Jahren kommt es immer häufiger vor und es ist immer im Zusammenhang damit, dass Joko mit ihm flirtet, oder ihn berührt - oder eben beides. Der Moment hier fällt mir dazu direkt ein, weil Klaas' Verhalten da ähnlich auf mich gewirkt hat. Nur, dass sie dort in einem geschützteren Setting waren und er komplett entspannt bleibt, anstatt wie hier später auf Abstand zu gehen.

Und Joko hat ja durchaus diese Momente (*hust*LNB), in denen er völlig neben sich steht und man in seinem Gesichtsausdruck glaubt, Gedanken zu lesen, die für ihre derzeitige Lage eher unangebracht sind.

Das war für mich wieder so einer dieser Momente.

Mir bleibt abschließend eigentlich nur zu sagen, dass JK mit ihrer Art ein riesiges Mysterium für mich bleiben. Ich werde mich an so Situationen nie gewöhnen können. Dass sie einerseits so soft und natürlich in ihrer haptischen Kommunikation sind und es ganz ruhig und gesetzt wirkt, und gleichzeitig Joko in einem 5-sekündigen Video so wirken kann, als würde er mit Klaas gerne kurz verschwinden, weil der Plateau-Schuhe trägt - und er ihm das auch noch sagt. Und zeigt. Und quasi vor Ort umsetzen will.

Das ist absurd. Das will nicht ganz in meinen Kopf xD Ich habe da keine Erklärung für, aber ich gehe jetzt wieder schreiend im Kreis rennen, weil die so sind, wie sie sind, und weil ich von der neuen WSMDS-Staffel weiß, dass es in den nächsten Wochen noch viel, viel schlimmer werden wird.

Zufällige Verlinkungen zu eventuell sehr passenden Posts mit einem sehr auf Joko zutreffenden Satz sind rein zufällig:

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