It's time for everyone's worst nightmare. You're about to make the hanky panky with your boo but the unthinkable happens: y'all screw up. Like, you screw too I guess, but mostly you screw up. One of you gets hurt, you get stuck in your clothes, an interloper appears... Basically, no matter what you do, you can't get it on.
• BUT WHO WAS PHONE You're doing your best to spend some quality time together but something (or someone) keeps interrupting you. Someone has come to visit. Someone keeps calling you. A pet decides that right now is the perfect time for cuddles. • THAT LOOKS LIKE IT HURTS You fell off the bed. Or hit your head. Or you've been trying out something kinky and found out you can't handle pain so that paddle hurts. Hope you don't have too bad an injury, pal. • I SWEAR THIS HAS NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE Whether this is an all-the-time problem or you just gave yourself a case of whiskey dick, you can't get in the mood. This goes for persons with bajingos as well - maybe you're just not feeling it no matter how hard you try. Maybe try again tomorrow? • SPANISH FLEA PLAYS IN THE BG Your friendly 'wow, what?' option. Call out the wrong name? Can't stop bickering and ruin the mood? The bed broke? You can't get your shirt off? Your underwire stabbed you in the boob? Someone called the cops? (In that case, we ARE the cops.)
As always, these are just suggestions. Make up anything you want, as long as you're having fun!
It wouldn't take much for Alucard to strike fear in the heart of anyone -- anything -- with an ounce of self-preservation. Doesn't he deserve a chance to make someone tremble for a different reason?
If Sypha hadn't caught his eyes lingering more often than usual, hadn't noticed his shoulder's increasing willingness to lean on hers, his hand not brushing off the idle touch of her own, she probably wouldn't think he had any interest. But after weeks of being the one reaching out for casual contact first, she's noticed.
And it's a distracting thought after her mind's entertained it once. She thinks it would do them both good to cast off stress and sadness for just a few hours. He must be capable.
He's almost still enough to resemble a statue, an open book across his thighs, when she walks up with a thick blanket in her arms. "You look cold."
There are honestly so many places, so many decision points, where either one of them could've done something different. It's not even that Alucard genuinely dislikes Trevor anymore; they've gone beyond that into an easy sort of acceptance. Even a fondness (not that Alucard wants to admit that, it would absolutely ruin his image). Sypha and Trevor chose to linger in the castle for just a few days more and Alucard, to his later regret, had decided to break out some of the wine that had been kept on hand for his mother.
As much as he regretted it, she wasn't going to drink it and if it made his friends more comfortable, so much the better.
Of course, using the word "friends" almost feels like a mistake in of itself.
Still, it had certainly seemed to make conversation flow a little better and Belmont had managed to avoid getting completely blind drunk in under half an hour, so really it was a success. Sort of. Really, things had gone swimmingly until Sypha had stepped out to go digging through some books a few floors down and then Alucard had felt a touch awkward. Sypha was the "bridge" of sorts. She kept them both grounded, made sure neither of them got too wrapped up in their own bullshit. So with her out of the room, it made conversation a bit more of a minefield. Even if much of the old tension between them had settled into more of a friendly sort-of-rivalry.
Alucard allows his gaze to linger while he tries to think of something to say.
"...either this wine is muddling my judgement or I'm actually starting to like you, Belmont."
There. That's sort of polite, right? And he does like him. He's just - going to keep staring for a moment longer. How does he even deal with emotions like this, anyway?
( it was rare for things to go wrong between yuuki and flynn, for the most part they stuck to a usual routine-
yuuki would come home after a long day, seek comfort from flynn, then before she knew it she was gasping for air after a long night of passionate lovemaking. sometimes she would be silly, sometimes she would bite him a bit too hard, but normally they would move on and continue on.
tonight had been going as usual- yuuki was lying on their spacious bed, her face red and coated in small beads of sweat. she held her arms around flynn, moaning softly against him. it wasn't until he suggested that they move positions that yuuki realized her long hair had gotten caught between the bed and the very heavy, hard to move frame-
and it wasn't just a few strands of hair. almost her entire hair had gotten caught.
she laid there, a confused look on her face as she watched the other move back away from her. )
[Jasper has that look. His baby blues have the come hither, his flirt game is on, and oh…he’s so smooth with his moves as he advances for a kiss to get the mood going. He’s confident and self assured he’s going to get there and nothing is going to stop him from having Jean-Paul’s mouth on his. The gaze on Jean-Paul is undressing him as Jasper moves in closer as he’s thinking about where else his hands and lips are going to be. He’s got this. It’s a sure thing.
Until he farts.
Loud and Stinky. Really stinky.
Not phased at all, he moves to Jean-Paul and in his worst French accent.]
Permit me to introduce myself. I am Pepe Le Pew, your lover. Ze arms of Pepe Le Pew are upon you!
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