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melbatron5000 · 2 days

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The Big Damn Kiss

Buckle up, my fellow Good Omens Ineffable Mystery Puzzlers, Crackpotters, and Assorted Brainrotters, because I learned something HUGE yesterday.

This will be a bit of a long post, because I want to show you exactly how I got where I am. I want you to understand. I want to put all the naysayers to bed (ha! But I'm still gonna try), and settle this once and for all.

I know (almost) exactly what Crowley gave to Aziraphale during the kiss.

DO NOT TAKE ANY OF MY THEORIES TO NEIL! PLEASE!

Okay? Okay. Thanks. Shall we begin?

Ahem.

Firstly, whether you believe me or not, I am 100% certain that Crowley did, indeed, give something to Aziraphale in his mouth during The Kiss. I've covered that in the link previous. Okay? Okay.

I did not know what it was. I've now heard theories that it was a bullet (nope), a ball bearing (nope), hellfire (nope), and no one, NO ONE has suggested what I see. (If you have, hello! Talk to me!)

Here's our first foreshadowing Clue:

And here's our next foreshadowing Clue:

And the next:

And our last Clue:

With me so far? Well, that first GIF is a bit off, I couldn't find one of Crowley actually spitting out the flies. But he does. When Beelzebub first drags him to Hell, he actually goes "Pleaugh!" and spits out four or five flies.

Moving right along, we come to Crowley in Heaven with Muriel, looking at the trial. We learn two important things here:

One, Gabriel doesn't have a desk.

Two, Muriel does. Where they keep the records. And it's a bit lonely. Every few hundred years, someone comes and asks for something. Muriel can't access the sensitive ones, you have to be pretty high up. A throne, dominion, or higher. Like, maybe Supreme Archangel?

So if Gabriel doesn't have a desk, whose desk is he at when he's getting ready to leave Heaven? Of course I can't find a damn picture of Gabriel at the desk, but it's Muriel's. Where they keep the RECORDS.

Gabriel puts his memory into the fly, then gets on the elevator to go to Earth.

Now, when Gabriel opens the fly with his memories inside, we find out that it's a container. Bigger on the inside. You can put thing(S) in it. The bit we see of him remembering is shot in two parts, one where he's flying down a red tunnel, one where he's flying down a blue. If you slow this scene down and watch, you can see that he is NOT looking at just his own memories. There is more going on here, more that he was not present for. @embracing-the-ineffable put up a great meta about that here. Go look!

Now I figured Gabriel must have taken something else. Something important. Something useful. Something he meant to give to Aziraphale, except he forgot.

I also figured he must have left whatever it was in the fly when he took his memories out. Crowley must have realized while watching the trial footage that Gabriel also grabbed something else. I don't know when Crowley grabs the fly, but he does. And that is what he gives to Aziraphale in the kiss. Why? Well.

I had no idea what Gabriel took until I started working on the chiastic structure of season 2. I'm not done with that analysis yet, but let me show you one thing that I have found so far:

(The numbers are just to try and help me navigate the story and its events without time stamps)

My note #357 of what happens isn't quite right, but when I saw the only two times Aziraphale says "I forgive you" are towards the beginning of Season 2 and towards the end, I realized I had something.

Rephrase line 357: Crowley's kiss is forgiven IN EXCHANGE FOR RECORDS.

(Not that I think Crowley's kiss needs to be forgiven. It's just what Aziraphale says, and had to say at that moment, because the Metatron was listening in.)

What does Heaven in Good Omens remind us of most of all?

A big corporate entity. And what do powerful people do when they get fired from a big corporate entity? They download all their emails while they're cleaning out their desks. Damning emails. Emails that can be used to black mail or even destroy big corporate entities. Or, ya know, maybe they swipe some sensitive RECORDS?

Oh yes.

Records that Gabriel meant to give to Aziraphale, but he forgot. Records that Crowley realized Gabriel had put in the fly. The fly that Crowley grabbed once Gabriel had his memory out. The fly that he gave to Aziraphale when he kissed him. The fly that no longer held Gabriel's memory, but did still contain those damning records.

Here's Aziraphale reading the records:

Here's Aziraphale being horrified and outraged by what he's reading:

And here's Aziraphale realizing he has got some GOOD DIRT on Heaven. Maybe enough to bring them down:

That's it folks. I have no idea what the records actually say, and maybe we're not meant to know until season 3, but whatever it is, it's GOOD.

That's my story, and by God Herself, I'm sticking to it.

#good omens #good omens 2 #crowley #good omens meta #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #good omens analysis #good omens fan theory #ineffable mystery #aziraphale elevator #corporate heaven #the big damn kiss #the kiss #good omens muriel #good omens gabriel #good omens beelzebub

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an-j8 · 2 days

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Okay.

my honest opinion on this cover. ( My english is bad btw) + theory about the guy in the back

(I'm going to talk a lot because I expected a lot)

1) it’s empty. Not only does Keefe not do an action like all the covers of the saga but he just looks at us with a smile on his face. the characters are poorly organized it seems like Keefe is taking up all the space the details are really sloppy

2) there is no special color. Exile is blue, legacy violet, stellarlune red but this cover has no color it’s super disturbing

3) it does NOT fit with the rest of the books

4) Keefe face. his left eye is not simetric (plus it droops) there is not much space in his face on the side his hair is not the same as before it just looks like someone put some hair on him twigs on the skulls and there are holes. "b-but he just grew up" growing up doesn't mean your whole face changes. Pls it looks like he has a wig?

5) there are not enough details too many people forward!!

6) I've seen people say they expected a parallel with 8.5. and indeed it would have been so much better aesthetically it would have been beautiful with the other books. Keefe could have been in the center with AROUND human destinations like the cover of book 8.5. Or she could have put a SCENE, an ACTION. I don't know Keefe with an umbrella stroking the fox or him under a lamppost or him investigating, I don't know something

7) Keefe's expression? my friend told me the underground looks like heaven lol why is he smiling like that? I mean he just LOST his life, left his best friend (Fitz), the girl he loves and all the other people he cares about so WHY is he looking at us like that wtf the cover had SO MUCH potential with an alley dark where I don't know I just want to cry

Now the guy.

I think it's Grady @ru0exe made fun of me but it makes sense that it was him 😭 Something must have happened between Grady and Keefe which would explain why Sophie's father became so nice to him. and then at the end of 8.5 Grady gives him a tip to contact him it wouldn't surprise me if Grady went to the forbidden cities to keep an eye Keefe.

or your just a member of the neverseen? But who 🤔

whatever it is, the more I cover this for you, the more I want to cry.

#I of course respect everyone who likes this cover it's just not my case #kotlc #kotlc fandom #kotlc thoughts #keeper of the lost cities #keefe sencen #unraveled #kotlc unraveled

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spacebubblehomebase · 1 day

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I just noticed, in your HHStargazers AU no one has pupils - except for Alastor and, if she's canon, Carmilla. Does that mean slit pupils are a sign of a demon in disguise?

Good eye! 👈👈👀 (Pun unintended.) Though I don't really plan for this trait to be repeatedly shared amongst the disguised demons. Mostly to not limit my designs to an obvious tell. But the slit pupils were indeed intentional flaws I added in for those two in particular. Because according to MY headcanon, both angels and demons are beings beyond human comprehension. Thus, it's only to be expected that even when they TRY to fit in, they'll be unable to keep EVERY aspect of their uncanny nature concealed. At best, they're imperfect imitations of what "normal" should be. It just so happens that in my AU, angels have a much easier time concealing most of their little quirks and oddities away than the sinners for my own reasons and as for WHY no one ever grew suspicious of the eye thing, it's because Charlie's curiosity could be easily curved. While for Lucius to point this out, he'll have to admit that he's been staring at Alastor's eyes a lot whenever he gets close enough to drown in the depths of his gaze and- EHEM!!! Which he's NEVER done, mind you! AhahaHAH- What slit pupils??? Never noticed those before. Nuh-uh. NO siree. NOPE! Lucius is normally so, SO normal about Alastors VERY much normal eyes in a TOTALLY normal amount of normal. A-ANYWAAAYS!!! Lucius would also be a hypocrite if he was bothered by them considering his own occupation and the people he's usually surrounded by (yet to be revealed). As for the other humans, Alastor doesn't care enough about their opinions for it to be a threat to him and people often just avoid the guy unnerving them with his creepy ass stare. So it's all good! Hope you like these bonus fun facts! 'Cause I have a feeling I left you with just as much questions as answers, but that's the fun of an ongoing story, yeah? Stay tuned~! 😉✨️ -Bubbly💙

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locusfandomtime · 5 months

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compilation of all the iconic insane mumbo jumbo posts

wanted to get them all in one place. feel free to add

#sorry if the images are a bit scuffed. tumblr kept having errors so i had to add the final two separately #may make this into a youtube video. hm.#mumbo jumbo #locus fandom time #hermitcraft #hermitblr #hermitcraft memes #mcyt #mcytblr #“why does this keep happening to him” indeed #cw cannibalism #suggestive #cw drugs #cw alchohol mention #<- things i never thought id have to tag on a mumbo jumbo post

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normalbrothers · 7 months

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there's something darkly funny about arthur sr slinking out of the house all self-pitying after tommy tells him to get out and then more or less teases arthur that he lets tommy walk all over him and needling his resentment towards his brother. so much about that ruthless manipulation and punishing viciousness he exhibits towards arthur is just ... looking into the mirror and not being really happy about it.

#what an absurd father character #an awful person but so *weak*#also what are the odds that their mother chased him out of the house every so often with a fire poker lol #it actually asks an important question about tommy's relative power and control in the family #how much does he have? what emotional and physical leverage does he have over his *father* (over arthur)? why is he 'obeying' him like that #and tommy knows he can't keep him out of the house and subsequently avoids going there as long as he's in town #and indeed their father returns when it suits him #''quite something you've become'' = ''last time i saw you you were still the family freak what the fuck happened here?''#and tommy's disappointment is still there. he's wary and uncomfortable with him but that sentiment was pretty honest regardless #and it gets to his father because he very much looks guilty (or at least embarrassed) for a moment

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rileyslibrary · 4 months

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You burst into the office and slam the door behind you. Ghost jumps from his seat and looks up from the paperwork he’s been filling out. His eyes widen as you sprint towards him.

“What the f-”

“Just play along,” you interject, dragging a chair and plopping down. You grab two sheets of paper from the pile next to him and snatch the first pen within reach.

He keeps staring at you dumbfounded before managing to utter something.

“Can you at least-”

“Nope,” you cut him off while focusing on the papers and nibbling on the pen. “No, can’t do. You need to trust me on this one.”

“Define what ‘this one’ is.” He demands.

“Shhhh,” you hush him, waving your hand dismissively and glancing over your shoulder at the door. “He’s coming.”

“Who’s com-”

The door swings open, and footsteps approach. They settle beside you, and a hand slams on the desk. Ghost looks at the hand, then upward.

“Captain,” he says. “What brings you in-”

“For the love of everything you hold dear, Simon, you better not be involved in any of this,” Price warns. He slams his hand on the desk again and looks at you. “Why were you running away from me?” He asks.

You stare at him with furrowed eyebrows before removing the pen from your mouth.

“I wasn’t running away from you, sir,” you reply, pointing the pen at Ghost. “I was late for my meeting with the lieutenant.”

Price turns towards Ghost, seeking for an appropriate answer. The lieutenant sits up straight on his chair, clasps his hands together and motions with his head towards you.

“Very punctual, this one.” He says.

“Cut the crap, Simon,” Price orders and turns to you. “What were you doing inside Bravo Unit’s barracks last night?”

“Bravo Unit has barracks?” You ask Ghost. He shoots you a side-eye and raises one eyebrow.

“Stop playing dump and answer the question,” Price warns and points at Ghost. “And don’t look at him—he’s not covering for you this time.”

“How about you start from the beginning, boss,” Ghost interjects. “What happened?”

“Someone broke into Bravo Unit’s barracks last night and stole every inch of toilet paper they had,” Price says, looking at you, then turning to Ghost. “And not just toilet paper, mind you! Kitchen rolls and tissues are gone as well.”

“Tsk tsk tsk,” Ghost murmurs, shaking his head. “Such an inconvenience.”

“Inconvenience, Simon?” Price whispers, leaning on the desk. “The entirety of Bravo Unit had to wipe their ass with parchment paper this morning.”

Ghost brings his hand to his face and pinches the bridge of his nose. He lowers his head and takes deep, laboured breaths. Price is already fuming, so you decide to intervene.

“I was never inside Bravo Unit’s barracks, sir,” You state. “I just happened to walk through it once.”

“Oh, I see, I see—you walked through it once,” Price repeats, nodding. He removes something from his pocket and slams it on the desk.

“The instigator left this behind,” he states, looking back and forth between the two of you.

You and Ghost look at the garment on the desk—it’s a skull balaclava that once belonged to the lieutenant. He gave it to you last Winter since your ears and nose tend to get cold during patrol.

“Now,” Price states, “would you care to brief me on who this belongs to?”

“Hm,” you murmur, setting the pen and papers on the desk. You pick up the mask and start examining it. You look at Ghost, who stares at the mask with his eyeballs threatening to pop out of his face. He shoots you a deathly stare, and you redirect your attention to Price.

“That looks like it must be the lieutenant’s,” you reply, lifting the balaclava next to Ghost’s masked face. “With the skull and all—it’s a perfect match, actually.”

You both turn to Ghost, whose expression has transformed from utter disbelief to an inexplicable calmness.

“Indeed, that looks exactly like the one I lost,” Ghost confirms, taking the mask from you.

“Is it now?” Price asks in a high-pitched voice, tilting his head to the side. “Do me a favour and smell it for me, Riley.”

Ghost does exactly as he’s told. He brings the mask close to his nose, sniffs it, and nods. “Yup,” he confirms. “Smells exactly like me, too.”

Price sighs, takes a bottle from the pocket of his cargo pants and slams it on the desk. “So you want me to believe you use ‘Magnolia Blossom with Moroccan oil’ as a shampoo?” he asks.

“I’ve got dry hair.” Ghost shrugs.

“You should try coconut oil instead,” you suggest to Ghost, “it’s cheaper.”

Price kicks the chair next to you, and you both turn to look at him. He presses his lips together, and a red flush creeps on his neck, threatening to reach his head. He opens his mouth to say something, but you stop him.

“Why did you go through peoples’ stuff without their permission, sir?”

“Oh, I wasn’t going through anyone’s stuff,” Price explains. “You just were dumb enough to ditch the balaclava right behind the barracks. The detection dog picked up on the smell and led us to your stuff—it was a perfect match, just like you said.”

“You had sniffer dogs involved in this?” Ghost asks.

“I had to.” Price replies. “Pair the parchment paper with a day full of training, and Bravo Unit developed the worst rash they had since wearing diapers.”

A chuckle escapes Ghost, and he tries to silence it with his hand. He takes quick gasps of air, and you try to retain your laughter, too.

“Please tell me you’re not laughing!” Price shouts.

“No, boss,” Ghost says and wipes his tears, “It’s just so-”

“-sad,” you say and wipe your eyes as well. “It’s so sad.”

Price looks at you, then at the lieutenant. Now defeated, he sighs and throws his head back, shutting his eyes.

“I’m done with both of you.” He says, lifting his arms and dropping them to his sides. “I expect all toilet papers to be returned today. And as for you, you are responsible for cleaning Bravo’s toilets for the entire month.”

“For the whole month?!” You shout and wince at the idea.

“Be glad I didn’t make you wipe their asses as well.” He shouts as he walks to the door and slams it behind him.

Ghost recovers from the laugh and directs his attention to you. He tries to be serious but his teary eyes betray him.

“That was a hazardous operation you did back there,” he says.

“I didn’t do anything.” You reply, still vouching for your innocence. “But whoever did it taught Bravo Unit not to mess with our thermostats again.”

Ghost shakes his head. “I just happened to walk through the barracks once,” he says, repeating your earlier statement. “What were you thinking? Who walks through barracks?”

“I don’t know,” you reply, shrugging. “Ghosts would be my guess.”

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ode2rin · 1 year

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petty!rin is so baby girl i love writing him as much as i love clingy!rin | warnings: profanity and lil ooc | mentions of food

itoshi rin, likes to believe that he is one rational man.

he truly is. he is a man grounded with rationality, the real definition of calm and quiet. he prides himself on his ability to be stoic and composed at all costs.

he is one to be blunt, approach what’s wrong head on with his words that bleeds. never to cower, never one to hesitate.

truly indeed, itoshi rin is a rational man.

so, why the fuck is he in the kitchen, tightening all jars that he could see?

apparently, when rin is faced with the seemingly impossible mission of getting you to talk to him after a small (he thinks so) disagreement, all rationality goes out the window.

suddenly, he finds himself overcome with a desperate need to hear your voice, to mend whatever rift has come between you. and so, he does the only thing he can think of at this point: he heads to the kitchen.

there, he methodically tightens every jar he can find, each twist of the lid a small act of rebellion against his own calm demeanor. he puts your favorite snacks up high on the shelf, just out of reach, hoping that you'll come to him for help.

on a normal day, rin would never do this. this is nothing but a foolish, incredibly ridiculous, absurd plan. he would never do something like this, but he exhausted every rational option he had at his disposal. he already asked you if you wanted takeout (you just looked at him, you never say no to takeout), asked if you knew where his cleats were because he couldn't find them (of course he knows where they are), and his last resort was to play your favorite show in the living room in the hopes that you'd join him on the couch.

nothing worked. zero successful attempts. nada.

you are officially ignoring him for 5 hours and 36 minutes (not that he’s counting, the wall clock in the living room is just obnoxiously big for its purpose and it keeps reminding him of the time, yup, that must be it).

and rin thinks if this goes on for much longer, you might suggest sleeping in the guest room out of stubborness. no, rin thought of the idea.

there’s no way in hell would rin sleep away from you. that’s just vile torture in his book. a cold ass bed without you? sleep without you in his arms? (he might genuinely prefer to be locked in a room with shidou than have that). that is atrocious, he needs to prevent that from happening, or else he would really lose it.

seemingly content with his scheme, rin places himself on one of the bar stools at the kitchen countertop to wait, boring holes into the bedroom door you've isolated yourself in. if this doesn't work, pinning you down until you utter a word to him may be the next best (worst) option.

after what felt like an eternity (it was ten minutes, max) to rin, you finally emerged from your shared bedroom with a purpose, and that is to fill your grumbling stomach. making your way in the kitchen, you ignored how rin is intently watching every step you make.

you open one of the cupboards to get your leftover bag of chips from yesterday, only to be met by an empty shelf. looking up, you see the said chips placed two shelves higher than usual.

when did that even get there?

hastily, you reached out for a stool to reach it. rin can’t help but let out a silent huff at the sight of you standing on a stool. that stool must be fucking with him, because why is it conveniently there?

rin shifts expectantly on his seat when he sees you looking for the jar of dip you always combine with your chips. and the heavens must be siding with him as he sees you annoyed and struggling to open the said dip.

“let me.”

you were about to deny his offer when you felt his chest already pressing on your back as he reached out for the culprit of your annoyance.

“thanks.” you timidly uttered, but rin didn’t move an inch from where he was pressing on you.

instead, rin tentatively wrapped an arm around your waist and pressed a kiss to your temple. you felt the side of his jaw on your temple, his other hand rubbing smooth circles on your shoulders, tapping on it three times.

you shut your eyes tightly at the feel of his touch, "rin," you started, but you didn't know how to continue.

“i know. i was in the wrong,” he trailed off, tapping three times once again on your exposed collarbone as if the gesture was a language you two only understand, “i’m sorry, y/n,” he said, voice laced with remorse.

you looked over your shoulder to meet rin's gaze. his eyes were soft, and his expression held a hint of guilt that you rarely saw. he seemed to be waiting for your response, and you took a deep breath before answering.

“i only want what's best for you, rin. seeing you exhaust yourself like that hurts me,” you explained, turning to face him and resting your hands on his chest. “and i'm sorry for being immature and ignoring you. it wasn't the right way to handle things.”

immature? only if you knew.

he tightened his grip on you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “i hate it when we fight," he mumbled, his voice muffled. “it hurts when you don’t look at me.”

taken aback by rin's confession, you struggled to find the right words to alleviate what you’ve done. instead, you tapped three times in his chest, right where his heart beats.

in which you earned a - “not more than i do,” reply from rin, suggesting he understood.

“as you should, rinnie.” you replied with a playful teasing smile.

ah, there it was - the smile rin loved so much. the smile that always promises him that it will be fine - you two will be fine.

if it meant earning that smile over and over again, rin wouldn’t mind throwing out every ounce of rationality from his body.

he’ll never tell you about it though, you’d tease him to death. besides, if you knew, how could he use the same scheme again?

note. i love this trope in books so much that it's everything i think of lately (˘･_･˘)

#☁️ my ode to you #once again #I AM CRAZY ABOUT ITOSHI RIN #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin #itoshi rin fluff #itoshi rin x y/n #blue lock x reader #blue lock imagines #blue lock fluff #bllk x reader #bllk imagines #rin itoshi x reader #rin itoshi

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cultofdixon · 23 days

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Within Your Warmth

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • Y/N finally found a place to sleep and Daryl was going to hit anybody that disturbs her • SFW • TW: Sleep Deprivation

Requested by: Anon

“You coming to the bonfire Rick has going on later?” Rosita asks Y/N while she was in the middle of her fifth task of the day, pantry restock.

“Yeah, if I’m not too exhausted”

“Well there will be alcohol. The new dude Greyson found a case of beers on his run the other day with Eugene.” Rosita hopped up on the only stool in the pantry watching her best friend work. “Even Eugene found a good scotch”

“Now that’s what I’m here for” Y/N laughs lightly finishing the canned goods and about to start putting away the new jarred stuff from Oceanside. “Do you know if Daryl is gonna be there?”

Y/N could sense the smirk on her face resulting in a groan as Rosita quickly popped off the stool bringing herself up behind her bestie.

“The Daryl Dixon? The one you’ve been crushing on since longer before I came along?”

“Yes. That Daryl Dixon”

“So…if Daryl were to come then you’d for sure come?”

“I guess—“ and with that Rosita left the pantry, leaving a confused Y/N to continue doing what she was doing before heading onto the next task.

The bonfire was happening at Alexandria. They rotate through the communities every couple days to keep the connection between their families…even if Maggie doesn’t want to step foot in Alexandria as long as he lives. Daryl was currently residing in the Sanctuary after being tasked to keep an eye on the community which felt more like a punishment and only two people understood that. Carol and Y/N. When Rosita left to find him, she half expected him to be inside yelling at someone. Instead he was working on the gardening plots with a green thumb from the Kingdom and a few Saviors that turned for good.

“Dixon” Rosita brought on her tough exterior when talking to the man in hopes that her asks would be given a positive answer. “I have to ask you something”

“If it’s about the bonfire bullshit, I’m going”

“It’s about——“ Rosita paused, relaxing her shoulders. “Wait. Seriously?”

“Rick asked, so did Aaron. You just missed them” Daryl handed the hoe off to one of the Saviors so he could get close to Rosita. “Why are you askin’?”

“It’s more so trying to get another to go tonight.”

“Huh?”

“Y/N said she’d go if you do…so does that confirm the mutual feeling that brews between the two of you?” Rosita smirks trying to get more out of the archer but he continued to have the same deadpan look from before. Her shoulders instantly slumped and the smirk faded. “Alright, loverboy…I’ll see you tonight”

“Mhm” Daryl let out a small chuckle before returning to work while Rosita headed off.

As the night came and the bonfire was starting, Daryl leaned against the picnic table holding all the goodies they brought out scanning around the intimate event in search for Y/N. Who so happened to be the last to arrive even if she lives in the vicinity.

“Where the hell have you been?” Rosita pulled Y/N aside when she was about to make small talk with someone.

“Uh. My watch shift? I just got relieved”

“What the hell?”

“What? I wasn’t gonna halt my work load for the day to doll myself up for a man who’s probably equally as tired as I am”

“Well hate to disappoint but the man is question” Rosita gently took a hold of her chin, directing her to look at Daryl while he was in the middle of a conversation with Gabriel. “Seems to have showered and dressed nicer than usual. I wonder who it’s for”

Y/N can’t deny that Daryl did indeed look extremely well put together. Did everything they used to beg him to do when they first arrived to Alexandria.

“I’m gonna go see how he’s doing” Y/N shot a smile his way which definitely caught his attention, but when she parted from Rosita to make her way over…she got stopped by Ezekiel and couldn’t just cut her friend off.

Daryl felt his small smile falter when she got pulled away not just once, but a handful of times throughout the night. He hasn’t even seen her eat or drink anything. Y/N was very popular that night and everybody wanted to talk to her, he wanted too as well but no window opened.

Until she was sat in one of the outdoor chairs by the fire, Daryl instantly took the empty one beside her and watched her tiredly look at him.

“Sorry was this—-“

“I’ve been trying to talk to you all night…” Y/N sighs, finally relaxing and keeping her attention on him. “I miss you”

The heat instantly made itself present on the tips of his ears as he tried to fight back a smile.

“Missed yea too sunshine”

The two caught up on what the other has missed regarding their community, ending with Y/N talking about how much Rick is an idiot for having Daryl watch the Sanctuary. A few share that same thought but hers had a whole other meaning.

“You staying the night here?”

“Yeah, figured they’d survive a night without me” Daryl scoffs finishing his beer as Y/N curled up slightly in her chair to get more comfortable.

“Well…I still stay at Rick and Michonne’s. No one touched your room if you’d like to stay there”

“I was actually planning on it…”

“Good” Y/N continues to hold her smile that he will always take a mental picture of. Before she could get another word, Rick quickly cut in to ask Daryl himself about any updates for the Sanctuary.

Which lead the exhaustion to finally hit Y/N after a long day.

When his conversation ended by Rick running off to catch up with Ezekiel, Daryl was going to return to his with Y/N but noticed she fell asleep in her chair. So instead of waking her, he sat with her and made sure no one disturbed her.

Daryl shooed away people, even tossed his empty beer bottle at Aaron who tried to start a conversation (thankfully he caught it)…eventually he got up from his spot and carefully picked up Y/N bridal style which led her to stir awake enough to realize what was happening.

“Oh…”

“You’re alright, imma take yea home”

“Okay, long day” Y/N mumbles resting her head against his chest closing her eyes once more.

On the way to the Grimes residence, Rosita and Michonne went up to make sure Y/N was okay but Daryl quickly gave them a look to back off gently. Nothing was wrong. Thankfully they both understood.

“Who woulda thought it took having Y/N do a lot of shit today to have this tonight” Michonne stated, taking a sip of her scotch as Rosita choked on her beer.

“You’re also trying to get them together?”

“Please. I’ve been trying since our prison days. At least she can finally rest easy tonight…it’s been hard for her with Daryl at the Sanctuary”

“I bet…” Rosita continued to watch the two walk off before leaning close to Michonne with a smirk. “What’d yea win in the bet with Carol?”

“Three night shifts for the bridge camp”

“Nice”

Once they got inside the house and upstairs to Y/N’s room, Daryl gently laid her in the bed before grabbing a blanket draping it over her carefully. What he least expected, Y/N gently took his wrist tugging him back to the bed as he caught the hint or so he thought by bringing him low enough for her to wrap his arms around him.

“Lay with me…”

“Are you su—-“

“I’ve missed you so much Daryl, I’m not letting go of you that easily”

The archer didn’t wait another moment and quickly kicked off his shoes before climbing into the bed laying on top of her. Y/N let him adjust to where his head rested comfortably on her chest letting her run her fingers through his hair.

A satisfied sigh left Daryl’s lips holding her as she held him in a way where she wasn’t going to let go easily.

And he’s thankful for that

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction

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galedekarios · 7 months

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just musing about gale and his parents:

we only have a handful of conversations where he mentions his parents and when he does, it's usually only his mother, morena dekarios.

his mother is mentioned at several points in the game. during a custom protag playthrough, he mentions her in a datamined conversation that appears to be bugged/broken:

and he mentions her at the end of the game as well when he proposes to the player:

i was also able to find another mention in a banter with karlach that usually happens for me shortly after recruiting her:

from gale's origin, this aspect is explored even more deeply:

there's more, of course, and it very clearly shows that the bond he shares with his mother is a deep and loving one from both sides. it's also very interesting that he is called dekarios after his mother and not--even though naming conventions could certainly vary even in waterdeep--after his father.

who he doesn't mention at all.

the only time we do get a vague mention is during a conversation with the protag after saving mirkon from the harpies:

after that, i haven't been able to find any reference, indirect or direct, to gale's father in the game.

so, here we enter theory territory:

i feel that, from a narrative point of view, in keeping with what i think gale's themes are, gale's father may have abandoned gale and his mother when gale was still young.

gale's character is rife with what might be interpreted as abandonment issue and it makes sense to me at least that those weave through his life up until the point where the protag meets him in the game.

another theme with gale is that he appears to have a lot of female figures in this life, who all had a profound impact on him, whether that impact is positive or negative: morena, tara, and yes, mystra.

it feels like to me that he had no father figure--and i use that term a bit more loosely here--until later in his life with elminster. this is already hinted at in a game with a custom protag, but all the more solidified in a gale origin playthrough:

i think without directing telling you, the game does allow you to sort of guess at that part of his background in this way, and understand why gale is as he is as a consequence. you can also understand why he acts as he does with elminster. seeking his approval. yearning for it. being extremely hurt by elminster having to see him like this when mystra sends him to gale to deliver her... instructions. this almost pointed absence of a mention of his father in all his comments (and tara's too, now that i think about it) when it comes to family is glaring to me.

being left, being abandoned, makes it much more understandable to me why he doesn't speak of him at all: if gale's father had died, it would make more sense to me that he would remark on it or share it in some way or another. it might have come up in a banter with wyll, perhaps, who is struggling with the expectations his own father had placed on him.

"he died when i was still very young." perhaps, or something along the lines of, "i barely remember him; he died when i was only a child.", etc etc etc.

YET if gale's father indeed abandoned his mother--who he holds in such high regard, and not to mention his own hurt--i can easily see and understand why he wouldn't waste a word on him.

anyhow yes, this is long and ramble-y, and i 100% might be reading too much into what may be a simple oversight, but it was interesting to me and i still see it as tying in with the theme of abandonment, even though we don't know the reasons for it in this particular case.

was it not wishing to deal with a child with magical talents he couldn't control yet? was it for another reason entirely?

#gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 meta #ch: gale dekarios #vg: baldur's gate 3 #series: baldur's gate #bg3 spoilers #baldur's gate 3 spoilers #meta: mybg3

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apollosfavkiddo · 24 days

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⛧° will you be my prom date? - hoo boys °⛧

⛧° 。 ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆༺♱༻⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ 。°⛧

content: headcannons for my favorite boys of how they would ask you on a date!

warnings: cursing, non-estabilished relationship, slight sexual allusions (nothing too NSFW), friends with benefits, characters are all 18+,

a/n: i had this idea in the middle of portuguese class and i loved it so now i'm writing cause i'm independent MUAHAHAHA- jk jk i'm fine (questionable) annd i already started writing that fic i told u guys about... it'll be good, i hope

⛧° 。 ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆༺♱༻⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ 。°⛧

⛧Jason Grace

He does not know how to ask a girl out.

Like, he has no fucking clue on how to do that. You see, he's a perfectionist in absolutely everything in his life, and would be no less concerned with his girl. Who, by the way, is not his girl. 'Yet', he keeps telling himself that.

So, of course that he has to have the most perfect plan of all on how to ask you out to prom.

He'd do absolutely averything to make you feel safe and loved, so when you told him a few weeks before that the most expected experience of your school-life was THE prom, he took that as a subtle cue that you wanted him to invite you to go with him.

It indeed was, but you would never tell that to anyone.

Of course, the first person he thinks to go to is Piper, since she knows you and she's a daughter of Aphrodite. Especially because of that last one.

So of course she advises him on how she thinks it's the best way to invite you to prom.

One day, you had a evening date on top of the Zeus cabin - you both found a spot that you could throw some blankets and lay down together, watching the stars. It was almost on routine, but tonight he was very much anxious.

"Right there it's Andromeda. There, Orion and a little bit further down, right there, it's Pegasus." You say, pointing the constelations to him as you always did. But tonight, he wasn't staring at the night sky. He was staring at you.

How could you be so beautiful with those soft lips, those cute cheeks, that kissable nose, those always happy eyes... you were just too beautiful. And it was just amazingly cute how your eyes shined and your smile got even brighter when you were talking about something you liked.

So he decided to just fuck the whole plan up. Which was definetly something that the Normal Jason would ever do, but this was Madly-In-Love Jason. He'd do it, for you.

"You wanna go to prom with me? Like, as my date?" He'd ask you. You snapped your head towards him as if you hadn't heard it quite right.

"Um... what?" You asked, confused it he really meant what he just asked.

"Do. You. Want. To. Go. To. Prom. With. Me?" He asked pausedly, making sure you understood. You felt your cheeks burn bright red and a smile creep up your lips.

You leaned forwards and connected your lips in a soft and tender kiss, giving him the answer he needed. "Thought you'd never ask."

⛧° Percy Jackson

He only discovered that the prom was gonna happen one week before it did.

And that's when it clicks to him why you're being all weird and evasive, refusing his kisses, hugs and the 'i need you rn' texts.

Sure you were just friends with benefits, but still hurt you quite a lot that he didn't even bother to ask you to check if you were even going to the prom.

Little did you know he had no idea there was going to be a prom.

So when he texted you this morning with a ‘meet me at the aquarium in twenty.’ you considered ignoring him. But maybe he was finally going to apologize, you hoped.

The first thing you saw when you got to the aquarium that was the usual spot of your dates, he was there holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. He wasn’t looking at you, instead he was looking at the mirror, fixing his… not messy hair?

That’s when you noticed. He was in a freaking tuxedo, which was a sight for sore eyes, his usually messy hair was all gelled up and he looked… even more handsome than usual.

When he looked at you, a smile immediately crept up his lips, and you were suddenly feeling weird in that old pair of jeans and a baby blue cropped. Still, he looked like he had never seen anything prettier than you.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He said and walked towards you, kissing your cheek softly. You smiled and blushed, forgetting for a moment that you were still mad at him. He handed you the flowers, which you took gratefully from his hands.

When you looked up at him again, he seemed… guilty about something. He wasn’t even looking at you in the eye when he sighed and pulled you close to him, hugging your body.

“I’m so sorry, y/n/n, i’m so, so sorry. I swear i didn’t know that the prom was coming, i just- i’m sorry for being such an airhead.” He said, giving multiple kisses to the top of your head.

“It’s ok. I’m not mad anymore.” You said, smiling at the boy in front of you. “How can i even be mad when you literally call me to an aquarium in which you are in a freaking tuxedo?” Your asked, kissing his lips softly.

“Really? You forgive me?” He asked, his eyes hopeful.

“Of course i do.” You said. Then, you raised one hand to his hair and muffled it, making all messy again. “And i prefer your hair in its normal rebel condition.”

He smiled as you walked towards the aquarium that you two had visited multiple times before. The place of your first kiss, the first holding hands, the first date…

But when you got near the fish tank, he asks you to stop and close your eyes, so that’s what you do.

Five minutes later, he comes back to your side and smiles, “You can open it now.”

And when you opened… well, all the fish in the tank were in a formation that said ‘Prom?’, and your smile instantly brightened. The boy next to you had the biggest smile ever seen on earth’s surface, and it was the cutest thing ever.

“Of course i’ll go to prom with you, dumbass.” You said, pulling him down by his collar and giving him a very passionate kiss.

⛧° Leo Valdez

He just let life tell him the right moment.

Literally, he couldn’t care less to whether you both were going to the prom or not. He just wanted to make you happy as always.

So when he discovered that you indeed wanted to go to prom, he made his life’s most important work until this day: a metal rose that, when you pressed a button to the side, opened to a message of ‘Do you wanna go to prom with me?’ that he knew you’d like.

He made it and triple checked it, just to be sure it’d work. It did work, but he couldn’t keep the thought that probably something was gonna be ruined with his bad luck.

So, one day, he was in bunker nine, covered in grease and soot, his hair messy and a little oiled up. He had just finished the rose-mission and was getting his stuff together before leaving to cabin nine so he could take a shower and change into clean clothes.

That’s until you ruined his plans and came in unexpectedly.

“Leo?” You asked, getting inside the hot bunker. Lots of projects were in the table, on the walls and even on the floor. Lots of weird materials that you didn’t quite know the name to were spread all over the place. It was actually cute.

“Mi amor, is it you?” He asked, leaving the shadows to a very smiley, pretty and happy you. He thanked the gods that he had taken the rose out of his work table before you got there.

“Yeah, it is. Whatcha doing?” You asked, sitting down in a pouf that you told him to put there, moths before.

“Just, uh… some weird Leo Valdez stuff, y’know.” He said, jokingly.

When he looked back at you, the tip of his nose caught fire. You were just… ethereal. Just sat there, looking around his work, hair pulled back in a messy braid, the small little pout that you always seemed to have in your lips…

He needed to do that right now.

Right now it’s the perfect moment.

Hell, every moment is the perfect moment. As long as it’s with you.

“Hey, princesa, i made something for you. I don’t know if you’ll like it, but, uh… yeah.” He said, getting closer and crouching down in front of you.

He took the metal rose out of his pocket and handed it to you. Your face immediately turned into a bright smile, grabbing the rose from his hand and pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Aw, honey, thank you! It’s so pretty!” You said, amazed by the beauty of the metal in front of you.

“Just, hm..” He said as he pressed a button in the back of the rose.

Thanks the gods, Tyche decided to be on his side today.

It occurred just right in the way he planned. The rose opened slowly, revealing a small little message. When you read it - with difficulty from the dyslexia -, your eyes watered.

You pulled him in for a hug, not caring it he was all greasy and sweaty and dirty. “Yes! Of course i will, babe!” She said, giving kisses all over his face.

“Te quiero, princesa.” He whispered and kissed you again.

⛧° Frank Zhang

He was nervous.

His hands were all sweaty and he wasn’t sure if you were going to accept the prom invite.

Fine, you were almost dating by now. But what if you stopped liking him? What if you found someone else? What if you hated him? What if-

Well, he was overthinking. A lot. And he just wished everything would go smoothly, and definitely not wrong. Nope. Anything is gonna go wrong here, folks.

You’re going to a little date dinner in the evening, you’ll can’t about your days and, in the end, he’ll ask you to be his prom date. Everything will be completely okay.

And at the beginning it really was. He got himself to calm down and was relatively fine, compared to earlier, and you just talked together at the beach, talking about your days.

The whole problem began when you mentioned the subject ‘prom’.

Oh, look at his hands getting all sweaty again.

He’s kind of scared, but he forces himself to ask you the question anyways.

“Hey, y/n, i was w-wondering if… if you-“ Before he got to finish, the boy got so nervous he transformed himself into a dog.

Why a dog, you ask? Because he remembered one day that you mentioned to him that dogs were your favorite animal on the world.

And he never forgets anything that you tell him about yourself.

But he got so, so embarrassed, thinking that he had ruined every chance that he had with you.

Little did he knew you just fell in love even more.

When he shifted back into his human form, you were still giggling, and he was super embarrassed about the situation.

“I’m sorry, i… i kinda shift when i got nervous..” He mumbled under his breath, looking at his hands.

You chuckled a little more and pulled him to you, giving him a kiss to the cheek. “It’s okay. Now, what were you gonna ask me?”

“Uh… do you… do you wanna go to prom with me?” He asked the question, and your smile just brightened. You kissed him in the lips now and felt him melting onto your lips.

“Of course, big guy.”

a/n: i kinda liked it???? like what. oh, thank you SO MUCH ALL OF YOU CAUSE I REACHED TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY LIKES LIKE WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK??? LIKE, I MADE MY DIRST POST THREE DAYS AGO, TOPS!! Im just so proud and thankful, i love you all! my 24 besties 😭😭

#postcards from leah #jason grace #jason grace x reader #percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #frank zhang #frank zhang x reader #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #heroes of olympus x reader

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somerandomdudelmao · 10 months

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Okay okay hear me out.

We all know that Donnie was devastated to discover what happened to his brothers. But in light of the most recent update, new meaning has been added to the panels of him watching their deaths' play out.

Look at him here. At first glance, it simply seemed that Donnie was grieving the loss of his brothers. "We lost. They're all gone. My dumb dumb brothers sacrificed themselves. I'm alone."

BUT after today's update, we realize that NOOO he's not just regretting that they're gone, he's BLAMING HIMSELF. Not only is he sad, he feels GUILT.

Looking back, his face clearly says, "I could have stopped it. I could have saved them. I failed. This is my fault."

"If I had been with you, the outcome might have been better." What hurts is that Don is RIGHT. He WAS the keystone of the resistance. Everything does indeed fall apart soon after he's gone (hence the episode name). It's a cruel, ironic twist on Survivor's Guilt-- because in that timeline he didn't survive. He was gone. And he blames himself for being gone.

We often talk about Future Leo's guilt over the apocalypse, but Future Donnie's guilt is not to be taken lightly. It actually makes a LOT of sense for him to blame himself for his family's deaths. We know that all dear Donton has ever wanted is validation for his tech, and his tech is his way of expressing to his family that he loves them. Ergo, all Donnie wants is to make tech to protect his family to Show Them That He Loves Them.

This is probably why he opened up to Raph, all but admitting his guilt over the less-than-perfect security system: it was like saying he and his love failed to protect them for long.

The character analysis deepens~

Here (and throughout all of The Little Things, really) we see him taking steps to make sure his brothers (and the resistance) will be taken care of. Delegating everything, even The Little Things (ah HA) all to ensure that all he does for them (to prove his love, of course) continues to happen.

Even here, when Donnie has been hanging onto life for so long that the Kraang are shocked he's still alive, Donnie wants to help. He could not "sit here and listen to them get killed," because he is Donatello, and he loves his family. Cass, you said it yourself: Violence is his love language. Rushing into battle, decimating the Kraang, saving his family. Because he may be dying, he may be clinging to life by a few threads, but he is Hamato Donatello and he loves his family.

But in the end, that's what he does. In the end, he DOES sit there and watch them get killed. Watches with his very own tech. One. By. One. They. Die. And deep down, Donnie thinks that if he would have been there, he could have found a way to make a generator NOT from Raph's heart. That he could have supported Mikey enough to keep him from disintegrating. That he could have protected Leo in those final, self sacrificial moments.

Donatello blames himself for not being there for his brothers. He blames himself for his tech not being flawless enough. He blames himself for dying on them.

Which is why he won't rest until they're ALL back home.

He is Mr. "I Can Fix This", so of COURSE he's going to fix this.

And afterwards, when his family is SAFE and HOME and TOGETHER he's going to apologize for "letting them die" and he's FINALLY going to get some SENSE knocked into his OWN dumb dumb brain (probably by Dr. Delicate Touch). His brothers love him because he's DONNIE. I cannot WAIT for the moment when they make him realize that they didn't miss his tech, they missed HIM. He's gonna realize just how utterly loved he is and I'm so excited for you, Cass, to show us that moment.

(I apologize; this got out of hand quickly, but the analysis has been bouncing around my head all day and I NEEDED to share it)

OH THIS IS ONE GREAT ANALYSIS RIGHT HERE

#I kinda..want to make a tag for these...#like #hm #cas analysis #yes I'm so unbelievably good at naming

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angelltheninth · 4 months

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Obsessed Boyfriend Miguel O'Hara

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff (but dark-ish), marking, paralysis, fighting, kissing, shareing clothes, PDA, stalking, grinding, yandere

A/N: This went into yandere teretory more then I thought it would.

Miguel isn't suspicious to you when he wants to protect you so fiercely

He did already lose so much, it makes sense for him not to want to lose you too

Every morning he needs to put his head against your chest to hear your heart and be assured that he is indeed in the right dimension

Won't let you leave without him, he must walk you to work

You're aware of his secret identity so you'd assume that's where this need to walk with you stems from

Miguel should be working too but he can work from home, while you're at work he keeps an eye on you

From far away of course so you don't notice

You do sometimes see a blurr of red and blue rush past the window but it's always quickly followed by the news of Spiderman stopping an accident

Miguel asks you about your friends from work, he always takes an interest in your life, he wants to know all about your day

By asking these questions he further gets rid off any doubt of him stalking you at work

If someone talked to you a bit too long that day he walks you to work again the next morning and waits for that person to show up, then he kisses you and only then does he leave

This isn't odd either because he was telling you just last night how much he missed you

If only you worked for him, then he could see you all day, every day

But that could also put you in more danger

Miguel will sometimes be a little pushy with the things he wants, the phisical and emotional affections, bombarding you with love and then getting almost offended when you tell him you're tired and want to go home

Why not just move in with him, it would save you both a lot of trouble

Instead he has to follow you home and get into fight after fight if he overhears crime on the way

He could take care of any bad guy easily, but when it's on the news he lets at least one good hit land, knowing you'd get worried and dote on him later, then you'll have to stay at least for the night

Will hold you against his body until you fall asleep and then grind his hips against yours

It's very wrong but he doesn't want to pressure you in that way, it's better if you don't know all his dirty thoughts just yet, with your relationship still being new

Doesn't like the idea of you having a roommate

You should just do as he suggested and move in with him already

Miguel gets into arguments over these things with you but always says sorry first, never letting you think he thinks that you're in the wrong

When his frusturstions get to be too much and he's watching you leave he can't help but think that if he lets you walk out of that door now it's all over

That can't happen

His hands grip you by the shoulders and before you know it your body goes still, the pain of a bite shooting through your body from the neck

You realize then, as he's apologizing and telling you how he'll take good care of you as long as you never leave him again, what kind of man you've been dating this whole time

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel x reader #spiderverse x reader #marvel x reader #atsv x reader #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel imagine #spiderverse imagine #marvel imagine #atsv imagines #miguel o'hara headcanons #miguel headcanons #spiderverse headcanon #marvel headcanons #yandere miguel o'hara #yandere miguel x reader #yandere spiderverse #yandere marvel

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xuchiya · 2 months

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you right [p.seonghwa]

₊˚.༄ || filth valentines m.list || hongjoong || seonghwa || yunho || yeosang || san || mingi || wooyoung || jongho || ₊˚.༄

[mention: age gap and cheating]

₊˚.༄ I got a man, but I want you And it's just nerves, it's just dick making me think 'bout someone new ₊˚.༄

park seonghwa. the man that your mom kept mentioning about, the "young and handsome" man that everyone fawns— the company crush. He was every woman asked for and God must have heard those prayers and gave only one, you shake your head in disbelief telling her about, "we come from different generations mom, so we have different ideals." she just looks you in the eyes with, “i’ll get the last laugh.”

but that's where you're wrong. so wrong

one sunny afternoon when your mom called you to deliver her some packed lunch since she does not feel like eating at the cafeteria; you were just cleaning the house so you being the nicest daughter— cooked and delivered to her.

“F-fuck josh!” your eyes rolled at the back of your head, biting your lip as your boyfriend ram his hips on your pussy. His hands held on your shoulders, slamming you back on his dick— hitting that spot until your eyes fade white as you cum on his softening dick as he spurt his cum inside your walls. He grinds his hips chasing the ecstasy as he humps like a rabbit, clinging on your torso groaning and moaning.

“Your pussy so good.” he mumbles before pulling out, slapping your ass. You rolled your eyes, pulling up your panty and shorts, knowing him; after a quick fuck, he’ll be on his way out.

“I’ll pick you up later?” you feel an irritation bubble on your throat. You nodded, “yeah …” being oblivious to your reaction, he leaned in and kissed your lips before going out of your apartment. You sigh, shivering when you feel his cum flowing out of your hole, “I told him to pull out …”

After cleaning up, you dress up in a thin cloth sundress (not too thin to have your garments see through it) you arrive at your mom’s workplace with the neat and fresh cooked lunch pack. You were slightly regretting wearing the old sundress but now, oh you praised and wish that this sundress can go any see through.

park seonghwa.

now you understand why your mom keeps on gushing about him. He is INDEED young and handsome for a 36 year old. he was in a conversation with two of his friends, who happened to be one of them, your senior and closest friend at your old school, jung wooyoung.

Noticing your presence by the door, seonghwa raised his hand with a small smile on his lips, “come in!” your throat constricts from breathing as you slowly approach the man, his aura radiates heaven; innocence and kindness. The way his clothes clinging to his body, showcasing his built lean body.

“ohh~ isn’t my favourite junior?” wooyoung jokes, opening his arms. You scoff nonetheless hugging him; wooyoung was a great senior towards you when finishing your years in highschool whilst him being an intern at a company he is now currently working at.

“Hello wooyoung-ssi .” you smile at him, having your hand running down his back in a comfortable manner. If wooyoung gonna be honest, he had never expected you to have such a (more) glow up that had him smirking then side-eyeing his older friend— who in the moment of ogling you right now. Hand holding the one cup of coffee he was finishing then the other inside his trouser pockets; which wooyung noticed that it moved closer to his crotch, gripping something– hard.

Wooyoung knows and he’ll do it (even though knowing you had a dickhead boyfriend and such huge age gap but who rejects the drill if you know) so he clears his throat, “hey peach–”

As if the nickname knock out some senses to seonghwa who caught himself spacing out when he observe the way you walk, your hips swaying and highlighting the flesh underneath the dress— that thin dress that you were wearing right now had him, gripping his hard erected dick in his pocket (which he knew wooyoung had now notice with the playful smirk on his lips).

“Peach?” seonghwa mumbles. Your cheeks were suddenly powdered in red hue as you remember why wooyoung calls you that, you waved off the question trying your best to lure out from the question but wooyoung grabs your shoulder, placing you beside him as he diligently explains to seonghwa.

“Oh curious eh? Well here, my dear hyung, she hit puberty in such young age that had everyone drooling as she turn around—”

“Oh dear, there you are!” when God has mercy, he has and lots of them when he saw you slowly melting under seonghwa’s eyes, you were wishing above to save you as the thought of back in 9th grade had every boys in school glancing not only your swelled uniform because of your bulging boobs and your skirt that was clinging tightly on your widen hips.

You ranted on wooyoung about the issue yet his answer, “well it’s true and your hips do resemble that fruit emoji— Hey! I should call you that from now on!”

Your mom walks towards you, handing over her packed lunch. Your mom smiles, pinching your cheeks before turning to seonghwa, her eyes sparkling, “oh seonghwa-ssi, this is my daughter.” you nodded your head in acknowledgement still feeling that awkwardness on your cheeks.

Seonghwa licks his lips, smiling at your mom then back to you, hand from his pocket reaching out to take your hand. The softness and the size difference had him gripping the cup of coffee on his other hand, wooyoung noticing.

“Nice to meet you, doll.” his lips brush gently on the back of your hand, not once did his eye contact falter and had your knees weak for an entire second.Wooyoung had thousands of lightbulbs popping up in his head; the moment he saw your stiff body and seonghwa hardened gaze.

As the days passed by, Wooyoung had finalised his plan.

Hey hyung! Doors pass is 1028… still in the showers, make yourself at home.

Seonghwa sighs, one arm full of snacks and a chicken bucket on the other as per wooyung requested. Wooyoung had suggested that they (the other boys) have a movie night with the other boys in Woo's apartment. As he reaches the door of wooyoung’s apartment, he inputs the pass before he hears the soft ring of the doors opening, he slips out of his shoes and towards the quiet living room.

His light footstep met the countertop and placed the items before taking a good look of the apartment.

Seonghwa felt sketchy as he took in the clean and organised living room hence the soft smell of the humidifier at the corner; which did not make sense until he saw a light reflecting from the small hallway, his eyebrow hunching together, “woo?”

He called yet no one answered, his feet decided on their own as they took him to the last door on the left, the door ajar; small glimpse of the purple hue room with—. His eyes widened, jolted in surprise when he saw you. You were on your bed, on your stomach, hoodie on yet no pants; you were in front of your full length mirror, taking pictures. Your ass–those asses were a wish to dive into along with the flesh of your thighs.

Now he understands why wooyoung calls you peach. Those thighs were enough to choke and he will thank you for that or even watch how your ass jiggles when you walk out after delivering the packed lunch for your mom and how that dress hug your shape so much that it emphasises your figure, your mounty chest, another thing to dive into. Or how every night he wishes to have his dick in between them—

“Seonghwa-ssi?” he was pulled out of your thoughts when he saw your figure in front of him, his heart soaring to the roof when you tilt your head to the side, confused. He cleared his throat, “H-Hi.”

you push the door slightly open, “what are you doing here? How did you get in my apartment?”

His mouth opened to explain until he realised at the last minute. The “passcode”, clean apartment, the humidifier and the quietness. Seonghwa groans, “wooyoung …” This whole thing could eat him alive until he dies but that moment dissipates when he hears you chuckle, “so wooyoung was behind this? As expected.”

Seonghwa raised an eyebrow, “Expected?” you shrug, looking at him, “When he sees something, he’ll do it.” That made him even more confused. “What did he do?”

He was oblivious of your smirk on your lips, “this.” you slowly sunk down on the floor, aligning with his pressing prominent dick inside his jeans. Your hands run down his thighs, brushing on his dick which made him hiss, a groan leaving his lips.

“So you were part of this?” again, you shrug, looking up at him, “maybe … maybe not.” you leaned towards his dick, leaving kiss on them before looking back up, a sudden boost of confidence surge on your brain down to your lips, “before you go might as well fuck me now.”

That it all took for seonghwa to have back up on your feet, carrying you towards your bed then tossing you on top of your sheets. A squeal left your lips; excitement running inside your veins as you watch seonghwa’s eyes dart on your half exposed body, legs vaguely open for him to see your arousal seeping through your panty. You spread your legs for him, fingers circling your clothed pussy, biting your lip seductively “seonghwa~”

Seonghwa is a composed man yet when he sees you, they don’t matter and loses control. Just like how he had himself in between your legs, panty ripped from your body and lapping his hot tongue flat on your wet pussy. Your legs were thrown over his shoulders, devouring you like his favorite meal.

He had you moaning loudly, thrashing on your bed as his tongue cat-lick your bud several times hitting those nerves of pleasure, “f-fuck seonghwa!” your hand grip his hair moving your hips to fuck your pussy on his tongue, grinding them. Your whimper-cries echoed your room, manicured hands were gripping tightly on the sheets, arch back as seonghwa had plunged his tongue on your hole, running those long tongue for a good use then pulling away gathering his saliva then spitting them on your trembling wet pussy.

The action had your head swirling in thoughts, biting your bottom lip suppressing a smile on your lips, “that’s so good hwa~”

Seonghwa notice you were nearing your climax when he pulled away, the coil faded leaving you pouting but he chuckles darkly, gripping the back of his shirt before throwing them off across your room as he diligently remove his pants, teasing you as you bit your lip observing his lean body, slim waist yet those hard cock says otherwise. It was bigger than you imagine, quite veiny and enough to send you to heaven to hell then back to earth. Your mouth watered at the size, your pussy aching to be dick down.

Seonghwa leaned down to smash his lips on you, moving them messily on your lips, pulling you by the waist as he humps his clothed dick on your exposed cunt. Your hand found its way again on his hair, as you moved your hips also.

“Do you want this dick so bad?” you nodded like a bobblehead, thoughts of being dicked down by seonghwa as you rushed to remove your hoodie to show him your bare chest. You squish your arms to stress out the flesh, giving them a little shake. Seonghwa licks his lips, scoffing, “stay like that for me doll.” you listen and watch him undo his pants, jerking his cosmic dick.

You know what he wants; hands each on your boobs pushing them in the middle as he fucks himself in between your chest. Seonghwa was beyond the clouds as the flesh of your chest touched his sensitive tip then his whole shaft, it was long. Long enough to have your mouth meeting his tip each time it comes back up, moistening them.

“Fuck doll this tits are made for me aren’t they?” you look up at him, eyes gleaming in overwhelming with emotions and pleasure, “yes yes fuck your dick on it, hwa~” seonghwa’s lips curled up, pulling off his dick between your breast before gripping your ja in his hand.

He tilt them to the side, observing your soon-to-be fucked up face, your heart were racing in anticipation. This is a whole new other level, new experience of being fuck by someone older and probably had much exploration in sex, “open for me, doll.” you obeyed, your pussy clenching on nothing yet another set of arousal leak out when seonghwa spit at your mouth.

You swallow them, the trail going down your throat then sending another arousal out of your pussy, he was so experienced on this one and you're down to get your pussy wreck.

Seonghwa laid you down on your back, hands running down your body, giving your tits a nice squeeze, a tweak on each of your hardened nipples then pulling them. You were squirming on time he circled his thumb on the. He moved between your legs, releasing his aching cock out of his boxers.

Seonghwa gathered a mouthful then spitting on his dick, giving a couple strokes before slapping his dick on your pussy. He eye your twitching body, body on fire as the tension gets thicker and thicker yet deep down he knows your loyalty was being tested.

He had heard about a week ago about wooyung and his despise on your significant other who just comes for a quick fuck and out he goes. Been 3 months doing it while you never did anything to stop the whole thing so seonghwa tried his best not to involve himself in the drama. Sooner or later those words came back to him when he kept seeing you in the office to pick your mom up after a long day of work.

Seonghwa fathoms the amount of weight of euphoria whenever his eyes travels.

“Spread those legs for me, doll.” you grip the back of your thighs as Seonghwa sheathed himself on your cunt. Your eyes rolled at the back of your head, a squeal like smile left your lips as your walls were being stretch out on the girth of his cock.

“Fu-fuck doll you’re so tight …” When he fully bottom down, he adjust his knees and place his hands on each side of your waist, lips near your ears,”i’ll fuck you better than your boyfriend.”

His hips pull out an inch before hammering himself back down, immediately pounding your cervix. Your mouth gape, no sounds immits as the overwhelming pleasure had you speechless, the sounds of the nasty skin slapping had you unfolding your legs further.

“The moment I gave this pussy a nice full of my load, you belong to me now.” You nodded like crazy, tears running down your cheeks; seonghwa coo mockingly, “does your boyfriend fuck you like this? Make you cry being fuck so good?”

You were so out of your mind, hands gripping his biceps tightly creating a crescent shape on them. Small sounds of curse freed out those sinful lips, “h-harder hwa~” but seonghwa wasn’t having it, he halted his actions then gripping your jaw rather harshly making you look at him.

His face dark in pleasure and dominance, “i ask you and you answer?” you nodded, your eyes going dopey habitually biting your lip as, “yes yes, your dick so good i want you to cum inside and have your babies.”

Seonghwa’s dick twitch inside as the mention of impregnating you, creampie you with loads after loads of his cum seeing that bulge on your stomach just sent his head circling with lots of euphoric sensation.

“Is that so? Then take it.” The grip on your jaw moved down to your neck, squeezing them as his hips repeatedly pounding back to your pussy. You were on cloud 9 that you did not hear your phone ringing; your boyfriend calling you.

Seonghwa saw it and smirk, removing his grip on your neck towards your phone. He press the green button.

“Hey babe—”

His voice a little deep and rough, “sorry she’s busy …”

There was silence before your boyfriend spoke.

“busy?! W-who are you and what are you doing with my girlfriend?! Yah!”

“Yeah she’s busy .. busy getting fuck up by me. I’m rearranging her guts right now that’s what I’m doing. She looks so pretty under me, you know?” Seonghwa runs his hand on your chest then slapping your tits making you moan loudly, hearing those made your boyfriend panic and ranging.

“W-what?! Stop this right—”

“Shut up. I’m busy fucking her, so don’t contact her again. She’s mine now.” Seonghwa ended the call, tossing your phone to side before diving his head on your neck, his tip hammering your cervix deliciously before he felt the familiar coil on his stomach, his broken groans sent shiver down your spine, “i’m gonna cum doll and i don’t want to see any of it going to waste, got it?”

You moan, gripping your tits, “yes yes yes pelase I’m gonna cum too.” he pulled out only the tip left inside before slamming back inside, his cum spurting on your velvet walls. Your eyes rolling back once again, long string of fuck creaming his cock, “that’s my doll. Good girl.”

When he had loaded himself and you were milking him dry, he pulled out not long plunging his fingers, “I hope you’re up for another round .. I’m gonna make you squirt so bad.” even with the ring of your arousal and cum on his dick, it had not yet softened and wanted to go for another said round.

You smirk, laying down on your stomach, propped up on your elbows; looking over your shoulders as you joggle your ass, “then fuck me more, show to my boyfriend how you’re fucking me good hwa~”

Seonghwa smirks, loving your confidence, “of course doll.” And there goes round two.

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bro-atz · 4 months

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all tatted up— new tattoos

in which: you decide to surprise san and get your own tattoo

pair: san/afab!reader

word count: 3.4k

content: smut, bedroom sex, unprotected sex (remember to wrap it up irl!), tattoos, he calls you kitten a lot, creampies, spanking, a lot of what happened the last time but more?, a little more romantic this time around, completely consensual!

author's note: aubs i blame you for this on— also, the neck tattoo san has in this piece is definitely not "bouncy" :D

tag list: @k-hotchoisan @eyeryis @sinnarols apply for the permanent taglist here! part one | part two | part three

San had finally listened to you and got that neck tattoo you wanted him to get— he didn’t tell you what he got tattooed yet because he wanted it to be a surprise, but he got it. And because he got fresh ink, the two of you decided to abstain for one more month.

No sex for one month made you think about getting a tattoo of your own. You had always wanted to get one, but you couldn’t decide on what to get, and seeing all of San’s tattoos made you finally decide to actually get one. You couldn’t spend too much time pondering what to get, though, because you wanted it to be fully healed by the time San’s was, and you wanted to surprise him with it.

Not going to lie, your tattoo artist thought you were insane. They liked the idea and the thought process behind it, but getting such a large tattoo for your very first tattoo was indeed sane— but you thought go big or go home and went for the huge tattoo anyway.

“So what’s the plan for today?” your bouncer friend greeted you as you stepped into the bar.

“Hello to you, too,” you said slightly sarcastically. “We’re meeting for happy hour drinks and then going for dinner.”

“We?”

“I’m meeting San here.”

“Ah, I was wondering why you were here so early. Does that mean you’re going to show him the tattoo today?” he asked you, his eyebrows wiggling.

“If you mean sleep with him, then yes. You can just ask explicitly, you know,” you rolled your eyes as you responded.

“Well, we both knew you were going to sleep with him, but he’s actually going to finally see it, right?”

“I don’t even know how I would have sex with him without him noticing it. I mean, it’s huge. He’d have to be fucking blind to not see it.”

“See what?”

You jolted as you heard San’s voice behind you and you turned to see him, his beautiful smile and sudden appearance sending your heart racing. You greeted him with a light hug and led him away from the bouncer, your eyes narrowing as you silently told him to keep his mouth shut.

You and San stood at the bar and ordered a round of drinks before finding a little booth in the bar to sit at. It was pretty empty in the bar at that point since it was the beginning of happy hour— the two of you had made plans to meet at the bar then go for a nice dinner before he took you back home and railed you, but, of course, you had to start at the bar the two of you met at for the first time.

“Can I see the tattoo?” you asked him.

San nodded and turned his head, giving you a nice view of his fresh tattoo. Written down his neck the word “utopia” in the most intricately beautiful font you had ever seen. You wanted to get a better look at it, so you moved and sat right next to the man. Your fingers ghosted over the tattoo, and your nail traced over the letters as you observed it. The man shivered under your touch and bit back a groan before mustering a smile on his face.

“Kitten, we still have dinner reservations to get through,” he whispered.

“I know,” you murmured back while still running the pad of your fingertip along the tattoo.

Before you could turn him on further, he held your hand and laced your fingers with his. However, you weren’t done inspecting the neck tattoo, so you brought your other hand to his neck and stroked the tattoo. San hissed through his teeth as you pressed yourself closer to him, your chest pressing against his arm.

“I was right, you know,” you whispered sensually into his ear.

San cleared his throat, making sure his voice didn’t crack as he asked, “About what?”

“You look so fucking sexy with a neck tattoo.”

“…I’m going to cancel our reservation.”

“No, we should keep it and eat well,” you finally let go of him and cupped his face. “I have a feeling we’re going to need the energy tonight.”

“You’re such a tease, Y/N,” San groaned lightly.

“As advertised.”

When you went back to San’s place, the two of you sat on his couch, his arm over your shoulder. They two of you were in slight food comas, so you were taking it slow that night. He hugged you closer to him as your hand rested on his neck, your fingers tracing his tattoo once again.

San was trembling. The feeling of your fingernail over the tattoo tickled a lot, but it was also steadily turning him on, his crotch getting tighter in his pants by the second. It only got worse when you moved your hand to the back of his neck and rubbed the tattoo with your thumb, your lips meeting his slowly.

You kissed him lightly over and over again, trying to keep yourself from getting too excited since you had yet to reveal your surprise to the man. But he was impatient. He wanted more of you, and he wanted more of you fast. He pushed himself into you as his kisses deepened, his tongue diving into your mouth. Your back was pushed against the arm rest, his arms pinning you in place. He continued to kiss you passionately even while stripping himself of his shirt. It was only when he pressed his bare chest against yours and began to unbutton your dress shirt did you stop him.

“Wait,” you pushed him away lightly. Breathlessly, you whispered, “I have a surprise for you.”

A tiny whine left the man’s lips. He looked at you with the most desperate eyes and whispered back, “This better be good, kitten, because one more month without you was torture.”

You nodded and got off the couch, San following suit. You sat him down on his bed and began to strip for him, the male’s eyes not leaving you for even a second. He watched as you removed your dress pants and unbuttoned your dark blouse. The second the shirt slipped off your shoulder, San immediately saw the surprise. His jaw dropped further and further the more of the tattoo you exposed, and when you completely removed your shirt and bra, his jaw was on the ground.

You did a little turn for him and showed him the full glory of the tattoo. From the top of your shoulder down the side of your torso all the way until your waist was a trail of purple wisterias— minimalist, elegant, and still detailed. You were obsessed with the outcome of the tattoo and honestly couldn’t wait to get San’s reaction to the tattoo the second you saw the artist’s sketch, and this reaction of his was worth the month wait.

“Holy… Fucking… Shit…”

“Do you like it?”

“Do I like it? I fucking love it,” San breathed out, his arms outstretched, inviting you in. You fit yourself into his embrace and bit your lower lip as San trailed his fingers from the top of your tattoo to the bottom, the same way you had with his tattoo. “Y/N… This just… You were already so fucking hot. This just made you so much hotter.”

With a sly smile, you straddled him and held onto his shoulders, the man still obsessively stroking your tattoo.

“Did you get it for me?” San asked, his eyes sparkling as he looked up at you.

“Not for you, but definitely because of you.”

“I’ll take it. C’mere.”

You squealed lightly as San flipped you, your back hitting the soft mattress. He had one hand roughly massaging your breast while he left light kisses along your tattoo, his fingers trailing down along with the kisses. You squeezed your eyes shut and gripped the bedsheets when you felt San rub, pinch, and tug your nipple tightly between his two fingers.

“You like that, huh, kitten?” San’s light voice teased you, his hand fully cupping your breast while the other held your waist tightly.

“I’d like it more if you fucked me already,” you responded in the same tone.

“What, you have no patience?”

“One month, San. One month. I need you now, and I need you bad.”

A puff of air left San’s amused lips. Pushing your thighs up, he brought his face to your panties, and he licked a stripe over your panties from the bottom of your pussy to the top. He sucked on your clit through your panties, the feeling of the fabric, the suction, and the wetness making your toes curl. You moaned and gripped the bedsheets even harder, your nails nearly ripping through the fabric.

San removed your panties, and you were expecting his tongue to return and toy with your clit, so you were completely surprised when you felt something that was definitely not his tongue press against your folds. You pried your eyes open to see that San was fully naked, his hot and throbbing cock rubbing against your entrance.

“A-already?” you stammered, worried about taking his full size in— it had been a month, after all.

“I need you, too, kitten,” San responded as he positioned himself.

He didn’t even give you the chance to respond to that. He pushed the head of his dick into your entrance, but that was it. The tip just kept prodding and teasing you, making you want to slap him and fuck you properly, but you didn’t need to do that. San was just taking his time this time around, which was definitely different from his animalistic self. After he filled you up with his cock, San groaned and exhaled loudly with pure pleasure.

“Shit, you’re so tight,” San moaned as he leaned down and pinned his elbows on either side of your head. “You feel so good, kitten.”

You could only whimper in response. San’s fat cock knocked all of the coherent thoughts out of your head, leaving only profanities to your selection. You gasped as he began to move and bit your lower lip. You occasionally released your lower lip to slip out the word, “fuck,” as San thrusted into you slowly but roughly. The sound of his waist slapping against yours sounded in the room along with the bed spring squeaking. You held teary eye contact with San as he gazed down at you with lust, desire, affection. You reached for his face and cupped it, bringing him down to kiss you as you wrapped your legs around his waist. You both became increasingly breathless the more you kissed and the faster he rutted into you, his waist speeding up with every kiss.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” San hissed as he broke off the kiss.

“C-cum inside!”

San pressed his waist deep into you and grunted, his cock throbbing inside you as he came. His cum completely filled you up, and when he pulled out, his cum leaked out of you. You reached down and collected whatever was spilling, pushing some of the cum back inside you, leaving you to lick the residue off your fingers. You locked eyes with the man as you sucked on your fingers, the man shuddering at the sight, his cock twitching back to life. Without a word, he turned you over and lifted your ass before re-entering you quickly. You cried as you felt him thrust harshly into you, his cock going so deep that he not only rubbed against your G-spot, but also hit your cervix. You saw stars as you flung your head back, the waves of pleasure about to wash over you.

It was when San ran his hand from your shoulders to your ass did you absolutely lose it— you couldn’t keep your orgasm at bay especially because his burning touch over your tattoo was too much to handle. You moaned loudly as San relentlessly thrust into you, not letting you cum peacefully.

“S-san! Hnngh, I— I’m cumming!” you cried, your entire body trembling.

Finally, San stopped thrusting, his waist pressed tightly against your ass as you creamed around his cock. You spasmed, the feeling of your cunt clenching and unclenching driving San to ecstasy once more. He held your waist tightly and thrust several more times before spurting his cum into you.

You fully collapsed on the bed when San let go of your, your limbs unable to hold you up any longer. You felt the bed dip as San laid down on the bed next to you, his hand rubbing along your tattoo. You knew that he was just doing it to observe the artwork, but the same way you had been rubbing his neck and turning him on earlier, he was turning you on with the same repetitive stroke.

“You know what you’re doing, don’t you,” you whispered to San, your eyes narrowing as you observed the man’s facial expressions.

“Of course, kitten,” San chuckled. He moved his hand down your waist, ass, and thigh, slipping his fingers in between your thighs to tease you. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

You were the first to wake up the next morning. San had practically kept you up all night, leaving you to sleep until the sun was fully in the sky. Honestly you were surprised that you were the first to wake up considering how that man had you screaming and crying as he fucked you ruthlessly.

He, while sound asleep, had his hand resting on your waist, his fingers pressing lightly into your skin. You watched him breathe peacefully, his exhales drifting past your neck. You just gazed at the perfection of the man, the shape of his eyebrows, the length of his eyelashes, the rosiness of his lips and cheeks— God, he was beautiful.

San adjusted himself slightly in his sleep, his hair shielding his eyes. You brushed his hair out of his face, your fingertips lingering on his skin as you trailed them along the side of his face, his jawline, and down his neck to his tattoo. You rubbed the lettering on his neck lightly, earning a light grunt from the man, his eyes fluttering open. The second his eyes landed on your face, a smile played on his lips. He kissed your forehead lightly and ran the hand that was on your waist up to your shoulder, his own fingers running along your tattoo.

“Good morning, kitten,” he whispered, his voice low and sexy first thing in the morning.

“Good morning, handsome,” you whispered back.

San’s smile grew. “I love it when you call me handsome,” he said quietly before kissing your lips softly, gently, but with the tiniest bit of passion.

You let out a light laugh when you felt his nose rub against your jawline and then into your neck, only to gasp softly when you felt him leave a tiny hickey on your collarbone. His lips ran across your collarbone to your shoulder. He kissed your shoulder and proceeded tiptoe his fingers down your tattoo, his soft lips leaving small kisses in their wake.

It took everything in you to keep yourself from moaning as he shifted downwards entirely his lips going past your tattoo and along your hip and thigh. You felt his hand rest on the small of your back as he brought his mouth right to your slick covered cunt. And, first thing in the morning, he proceeded to eat you out.

You shivered and gasped loudly when you felt his tongue lick along your folds before gently prodding into your pussy. Your hands found their way to his hair, and you gripped the roots of his hair, pushing him closer to your cunt with every passing second of pleasure. Your entire body jerked when his nose would brush against your clit just right, and the second he tongued your clit, you were gone for. You pulled his head up just as you felt the tension reach its breaking point, San’s face as you completely squirted and creamed onto the bed, your cry of pleasure muffled by you biting your lower lip.

Your eyes fluttered and your chest rose and fell deeply as your ecstasy faded. A flirty smile danced on his lips as he brought his face to yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth to give you a taste of your sweet self.

San only gave you so much time to gain your sensibility back when he ended the kiss, a line of saliva connecting your tongues, only for him to turn you around, his forearm squishing your breasts as he locked you into a secure hug from behind. His other hand, meanwhile, moved down to toy with your still sensitive, throbbing clit. His fingers barely rubbed a full circle around your clit before you came again, your back arching as you let out a sweet moan into the morning air.

“S-san, wait, give me a second,” you whimpered as you shifted in his embrace, your waist desperately moving away from your fingers.

“Kitten, it’s not fair if you get to have all the fun,” San’s sensual voice rang in your ear before his teeth nibbled gently on your ear lobe.

San did end up moving his hand away from your crotch, but moments later, his cock slipped in between your thighs, his hand rubbing the length as he slid his cock back and forth, the tip of it brushing against your clit just right. At the same time, he was firmly kneading your breast and leaving dark hickeys along your neck. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as San’s actions evoked more moans and sighs with every passing second.

You were so out of it that you didn’t even realize that San had guided your leg backwards so that it was over his, spreading your legs open. Guiding his cock, he rubbed against you a couple of times before slipping into you. You whimpered and whined when you felt his hips push his dick inside you all the way, your entire lower body throbbing.

“Fuck, kitten…” San groaned. “How are you so wet but still so tight?”

All you could do was nod in response, gasps and moans escaping you as San rutted slowly but powerfully into you repeatedly, your entire body shifting with every thrust. His ruts turned into gyrations which turned into straight thrusts, his tempo increasing exponentially. He lips were right by your ear, his grunts sounding loudly and making you tremble all over just due to the sheer lust that poured from every noise the man made.

You only lost more control of yourself when San intentionally bit your tattooed shoulder and moved his hand to your neck, his fingers pressing lightly as his thrusts sped up and got so hard that the entire bed shifted. Yet, you needed just a little more. You bit your lower lip to keep your noises to a minimum as you brought your hand down, your fingers finding your clit and rubbing quickly. When San changed his angle slightly, that’s when you felt yourself so close to another orgasm.

“Fuck!” you cried loudly. “Ugh, I’m cumming San!”

“Wait for me, kitten,” San bit out as he shoved his dick further into you. “I’m close too.”

San, with one final thrust, went deep into you, hitting your cervix with the tip of his cock. San’s cum spurt heavily inside you as your entire body trembled, the waves of pleasure overtaking you as you saw white.

After a moment of stationary rest, you managing to open your eyes, a deep, serene sigh leaving the depths of your soul. San echoed your sigh and rested his chin on your shoulder. His cock was still buried inside you, pools of white leaking out the sides of your cunt. Knowing San, you thought he was going to pull out and watch his seed pour out of you and say something about how hot he thought it was, but no, he did not do that.

Instead, his dick remained inside you as he ran his tongue up your neck. His hand pushed your head to meet his, his lips consuming yours and shoving his tongue so far down your throat that every single one of your nerves short-circuited. It didn’t help at all when his hand rubbed up and down your tattoo, the feeling his fingernails lightly scratching along your skin running shivers of excitement down your spine.

“You’re insatiable, you know that?” you whispered in between kisses.

“Only when it comes to you, kitten.”

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swirlingthings · 6 months

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so… i accidentally wrote an entire scene based off an idea i posted on here about a month ago. it brought itself into existence honestly, i’m still not sure how it happened. never written anything like this before. it’s called ‘alien thing’. see if you can work it out before aziraphale does. enjoy :)

And perhaps, after a while, the team at the Saddlescombe and Poynings Observer newspaper office would be alarmed to discover that the crossword they had devised for today’s edition had mysteriously been replaced by one that nobody recalled sending to the printing press, or indeed seeing before at all. And in a cottage not too far away, Aziraphale would settle down into the sofa with the paper like he always did at this time of the afternoon; his slice of cake (Victoria Sponge today - “you can’t go wrong with a classic like that”, he’d told Crowley in the supermarket), his mug of tea and an HB pencil ready for him on the side table. And Crowley, on the sofa next to him holding a small book which had been miracled into existence the moment Aziraphale had gotten up to fetch the newspaper, would be so intent on doing everything possible to not look in the angel’s direction that he’d stare too hard at the potted plant across the room and cause it to wilt.

“How odd.” Aziraphale says, ruffling the page slightly as if he were testing to see if moving it would somehow change the way it was printed.

“What?” Crowley says, calmly. He was incredibly calm when he said this, calmly.

“This crossword.” Aziraphale replies, brow furrowing. “I think… look, look at this.”

Aziraphale shuffles across to the middle of the sofa, holding his arm out in front of Crowley so that he could see the newspaper clearly.

“Look. Here.” Aziraphale points with his pencil. “5 Down, six letters: ‘Luminescent dust between star systems’. I think it’s NEBULA.”

“Sounds plausible.” says Crowley, his eyes not moving away from the paper.

“Well, that’s not all. NEBULA gives us the ‘B’ for 12 Across, eight letters: ‘Parisian fortress’, which must be BASTILLE.” The pencil moves down and waves around a clue, then shoots back up again. “And the ‘E’ from that gives us SERPENT for 10 Down! Isn’t that funny?” Aziraphale says brightly. He looks up and beams at Crowley, who is still staring directly at the paper.

“Why’s that funny?”

“Well…” says the angel, his smile turning peaceful. “I don’t know. It just made me think of you, I suppose. What with your being a serpent in Eden, and rescuing me from the Bastille. And the nebulas, from Before…” Aziraphale laughs softly and settles back on his side of the sofa. “I don’t know. I’m being silly. I just thought it was funny.” he says, running a hand through his hair and picking up his mug.

And perhaps the minutes would pass, and Aziraphale would think between sips of tea and scribbles of pencil that there really was something rather odd about this crossword, wasn’t there? 17 Down, eight letters: ‘Machine run by rotating vanes’. WINDMILL. That was the name of the theatre in Soho where he had performed his magic show. Crowley had almost shot him. They’d had wine afterwards, in the bookshop. 2 Across, seven letters: ‘Remarkable and unbelievable occurrence’. That had to be MIRACLE. 21 Across, five letters: ‘Japanese vinegared rice dish’. SUSHI. His favourite.

And Crowley would sit excruciatingly still, in absolute silence, and make no attempt to actually read the book he was holding open in his lap. He would be far too busy trying to look cool.

“Crowley…” Aziraphale looks up at him, after a while, another smile creeping across his face. “26 Across is INEFFABLE.”

“Oh? You stuck?” Crowley says, stretching out his legs and keeping his gaze fixed on a page of the book. Wait… was he holding it upside down?

“What?”

“Well, if it’s ineffable you can’t describe it in words, can you? So you don’t have the answer?” Crowley slithers down the sofa cushion and holds the book in front of his face. He’s a very busy demon with important things to be busy with. “Finding the word’s the whole point of a crossword. You must be stuck.”

“No, I mean the answer is INEFFABLE, Crowley.” Aziraphale’s smile spreads wider. “You know full well what I mean!” he said, nudging him sharply with his feet. Another “Oh?” emanates from somewhere behind the book, which Aziraphale grabs and puts to one side.

“What on Earth have you done?” he laughs, his eyes first on Crowley then returning to the paper. “14 Down: ‘A small settlement without a church’... HAMLET! Oh Crowley, the play!” he says, jotting it down with the pencil.

Crowley smiles too. “How are you doing on the letters?”

“Yes, it’s six letters, HAMLET.”

“No, I mean the letters in bold. In the boxes. For the final bit.”

Aziraphale looks back at the paper, and notices that around a few of the letters he had already pencilled in, the margins of the boxes were heavier than the rest.

“It’s a puzzle thing. What’s it called… an anagram.” Crowley continues, leaning over on one arm and turning to face him. “Look at the letters in bold and it makes something else.”

Aziraphale gasps excitedly, and starts to note down the emphasised letters in a patch of empty space towards the bottom of the page. The ‘A’ from BASTILLE, the ‘E’ from SERPENT, the ‘L’ from NEBULA…

“Crowley…” he says smugly, and proudly folds the paper to his chest to indicate he is finished with it. “Is it AZIRAPHALE?”

“Don’t just guess. Work it out.” Crowley says gently. Aziraphale’s pencil resumes its scratching against the paper. He wonders how he ever lived in his flat in Mayfair, void of this softness and this warmth and this angel. They’ve been in the cottage now for a good few years. It’s all the things he loved about Aziraphale’s bookshop, with the added bonus of never worrying if he’s overstayed his welcome. It’s theirs, together, completely. He’s forgotten he was ever holding a book, let alone supposed to be busy doing something else, like trying to look cool.

“Oh, no, there’s the N from WINDMILL.” Aziraphale mutters, leaning forward to write on the paper which is now resting neatly on his knees. “Unless… I was wrong about that one?”

“Don’t look at me, I’m saying nothing.”

“No, I’m not wrong. Hold on.”

Crowley sits up a bit more, putting his elbow on the back of the sofa cushion and leaning the side of his head against his hand. He listened to Aziraphale continuing on - “I’ve got ALIEN. Hmm, wait…” - while he curled up his legs underneath himself. His nerves had eased slightly (Aziraphale’s smile had that effect on him) but had not dissipated.

“INHALE? No, no, there’s two ‘I’s. Oh, I’m still missing some!” Aziraphale says. There was another comfortable pause while he scanned the remaining clues.

“Right. 6 Across must be… PEAR. I love pears. That one doesn’t get us any further with the anagram, though.” Aziraphale says, looking over at Crowley as if he were learning this for the first time and might be disappointed by the news. As if he hadn’t snuck downstairs in the middle of the night on three separate occasions last week to draft every detail in a notebook which promptly ceased to exist once he’d finalised his plan. He’d sent off the miracle at one in the morning.

“16 Across, ten letters: ‘Destruction of civilisation’. Well, that’s rather dramatic.” Aziraphale looks up, a tad disapprovingly. “APOCALYPSE? No, that doesn’t fit with HALO - the penultimate letter must... oh, ARMAGEDDON! Of course. Wonderful! That gives us a second ‘N’.” he says triumphantly.

“Aren’t you clever.” Crowley says, which earns him another sharp nudge in the thigh.

“And then we have the ‘G’ from GARDEN, which gives us… the ‘T’, from BENTLEY. Is it definitely not ALIEN, then? I’ve got ALIEN THING.”

“No, angel, it’s not ALIEN THING. Stop guessing. You’re still missing some, look at it carefully.”

There’s another patch of silence. Crowley shifts uncomfortably on the cushion, unfurling his legs and stretching them out over the edge of the sofa again. He scratches the back of his head and resumes staring at the now fully wilted plant opposite him. His nerves are back. Not long to go now. Aziraphale’s clever, really clever, and he does one of these things every aftern-

As if on cue, the angel suddenly sits bolt upright.

The silence hangs in the air. Questions like ‘Why did I think this was a good idea?’ and ‘How am I going to pretend this never happened?’ start to creep into Crowley’s brain. His face feels hot.

“Oh, Crowley…” Aziraphale says, with almost palpable softness. Crowley dares to glance over: Aziraphale’s holding the paper with both hands and looking down at it, eyes beginning to water.

“Crowley…” he says again, frantically scanning every inch of the paper. He wants to be sure he’s right before he says anything. Crowley knows he will be, and briefly considers whether he could get away with stopping time, but it’s too late for that now.

“It’s NIGHTINGALES.”

Aziraphale looks up at him.

“Is it?” Crowley says, in a tone which he hoped sounded like he actually was learning this for the first time.

“Oh Crowley!”

He suddenly finds himself pressed against various layers of linen and wool.

“You sweetheart!” Aziraphale squeals, as he pulls him up from the sofa cushion and into the hug.

Crowley’s growl is muffled slightly by Aziraphale’s shoulder. “I’m not sweet, I-” Whatever he tried to say next would surely be drowned out by Aziraphale’s laughter anyway, so he lets it go.

“You’re so clever.” Azirpahale says, settling himself directly beside Crowley and reaching for the paper, which he had flung to the floor when he’d moved. He looks over it again. “It must have taken forever, to work out all of that.”

“Nah. It was nothing, angel.”

Aziraphale smiles at the paper. “Well, I am thoroughly impressed. I…” He turns to look Crowley in the eyes. “I should have worked it out sooner than that. I didn’t… I didn’t realise that’s what you were trying to say. That that was the point of it, I mean.”

“Don’t worry. I knew you’d get them all.”

“That was very romantic of you, you know. To do all of that and have it be about us.”

“Shut up.”

“Well, it was.” Aziraphale smugly folds the paper in half. “I love you too.”

“Yeah, yeah, alright. Make my day.”

He gets a kiss on the cheek for that.

“Gosh, I expect the rest of my tea has gone a bit cold now.” Aziraphale says, without any trace of complaint. He wiggles back over to his side of the sofa and has a forkful of cake. “Well, that was exciting. I didn’t know they let people submit their own crosswords.”

There was a pause.

“Crowley.”

“It’ll be fine.”

“Oh Crowley no, that’s awful. You should have asked for their permission.”

“Don’t worry.” He smiles at Aziraphale. “They won’t notice.”

the end :))

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aot characters finding out you and levi are together

ft: eren, armin, mikasa, erwin, hange

cw: fluff, slightly suggestive

eren

you’re with eren, cleaning one of the rooms at headquarters as part of the daily schedule. This sucks, you’re thinking as you aggressively move the mop back and forth on the wooden floor. there’s barely even a speck of dirt here but levi insists that every single room has to be deep cleaned every two days.

“ow, my legs hurt.” you mumbled subconsciously while mopping. it’s been three hours and your losing touch with reality due to the exhaustion and boredom of scrubbing out a room that’s barely filthy.

“why? you been up to something?” he smirks. You roll your eyes at his childish humour, immediately understanding what he meant.

“it’s not like that.”

“then why’re you blushing?”

“…”

“is this about captain levi?” you nearly choke on your own saliva when he says his name. and coincidentally, levi happened to be walking right through the doorway just as he said it. His eyebrows are raised, glancing between you and eren before he confirms it.

“indeed it is.” he responds for you, ruffling your hair as his other hand does a quick sweep of the underside of the table.

“not bad, im satisfied.” He leaves the room smiling and an awkward silence follows.

“knew it!”

armin

Levi’s in the office alone with armin, who’s explaining the details about possible hot spots for titan activity. There’s a map of shiganshina sprawled out on the table, both of them are leaning over it while discussing when you walk into the office to get more ink from levi’s desk drawer. You stroll by the two of them and levi tenses when he feels your body brush against his back.

“don’t mind me just getting something,” you casually rummage through his drawers and fish out the little glass pot.

Just as you’re leaving you make sure to walk past the captain again, planting a small kiss on his soft cheek before continuing on your way out without saying anything. He’s blushing like crazy, grey eyes wide as he freezes. damn it, when will you ever stop teasing him around the other cadets?

“c- captain?” the poor guy was so confused. since when were you and him a thing?

“pretend you never saw that,” he takes a deep breath, averting the conversation back to the titans. Armin is smart, and he knows how to read the room. so they continue with their little discussion until it’s time to leave for training again.

“how long?” he asks quietly as they’re walking out of the office.

“few months. keep it between us.”

“you have my word.”

mikasa

you’re in levi’s office, sitting on his desk with his hands on both sides of your waist. He’s kissing you slowly, smiling against your lips as his tongue slips into you and brushes against yours. The room is dim, the only light coming from a single oil lamp, heightening the romantic atmosphere as his hands begin exploring your body. He’s peeling off your jacket, folding it nicely on the side as he relishes in the feeling of your fingers trailing through his hair.

Meanwhile mikasa is walking down the hallway with a document for him to sign. Of course, you both miss the small knock on the door since you’re busy with each other. She opens the door so silently neither of you notice her presence, but when she sees you on his table, the captain standing in front of you..

oh.

She kinda just stands there with no emotion on her face, blinks once and closes the door. So that’s what it’s like to be in love. she makes her way down the opposite side of the hall, pulling her scarf up to cover her cheeks as she feels them heating up.

hange

“four eyes,”

hange’s lab door slams open and they nearly drop the sample theyre holding with tweezers.

“got any gift ideas for relationship anniversaries?”

they freeze and drops the tweezers. “wait, is this about you and y/n? oooh- did you guys finally make things official?!”

“answer my question, shitty glasses.” levi rubs the bridge of his nose. He knew this was gonna happen, but he was too desperate to care. your two month anniversary was tomorrow and he had absolutely no idea what to get for you. but he wanted to give you something. anything.

“tell me how long this has been going on for first.”

“two months.”

hange starts squealing and he stands there, completely unamused, waiting for them to calm down and get a legitimate answer. Last month he picked you some flowers from the area outside the walls on your expedition, giving it to you as a little bouquet. Unfortunately they weren’t in season right now so..

“alright, well, do you have any ideas?

“if i did i wouldn’t be here.”

hange digs through the drawer and hands him a sparkly seashell. it has a cute blueish hue with crystals lining the edge. He looks at it in awe. they must’ve brought it back from the seaside when they were there earlier on.

“write her a sweet little letter to go with it. and have fun!” they wink and he wished there was a hole for him to bury into. Still, he takes the little seashell and leaves, crafting a heartfelt note in his head as he walks down the corridor.

“took him long enough.” hange whispers, overjoyed that he finally got the guts to confess to you.

erwin

“you’ve been acting suspicious lately.”

levi was standing in the doorway of erwin’s office, leaning on the frame with raised eyebrows. “how so?”

“don’t think i didn’t notice you ditched your dish duty after dinner last night.” erwin knows he loves cleaning. so why would he just disappear and leave hange to do everything? And with the way they were grumbling about it, he had to find out what’s going on.

levi rolls his eyes. the truth is, after dinner last night he escaped to his room with you so he could kiss you in peace- then you got carried away and he forgot to go back to the kitchen.

“come on, levi. tell me what’s going on.”

“fine, if you must know, I went to spend time with y/n.”

“oh?” now there’s a silly grin plastered on erwin’s face and he straightens up in his chair. His voice has gone a pitch higher as well, and it took levi everything not to walk up to him and smack that smile off his face. this is why he hates telling people you’re together- he’s never gonna escape the teasing that’ll follow him for months.

“got a problem?”

“no, not at all.”

erwin had an inkling that something’s been going on between the two of you for the longest time. and he’s not mad or anything. honestly, he’s just happy that after all this time, levi finally has someone to lean on.

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