#tactical turtleneck

[drconstellation]

The Ineffable Ducks

What's with all the ducks in Good Omens that Crowley seems to be inordinately fond of? Turns out, they do have a narrative purpose, they're not just in there as a running joke about Crowley's fondness for the animals of Earth.

They appear in both S1 and S2, and get mentioned in several seemingly random places. Like, really random. There are quite a few in St James Park, where the ducks live, where the international spies also clandestinely meet, where Aziraphale and Crowley meet on several occasions, and where Crowley and Shax have a meeting, exchanging information in S2E1.

Ducks also get referred to here, when Aziraphale suggests they use humans to search and spy out the missing Antichrist, but Crowley insists it will be near impossible because suspicion slides off the boy like water off, what ever water slides off, because he has an automatic defense system.

The he remembers the ducks(!) later in the Bentley when they discuss using their respective networks of highly trained human operatives (Shadwell and the Witchfinder army), and Aziraphale asks if Crowley has a better idea than his. "Ducks!" Crowley suddenly utters.

The ducks that are always there, that you see but don't see, gathering bread crumbs, when any kind of surveillance or secret spy work is being discussed.

Nah, I thought, it couldn't be a sly ref to this famous cartoon by Larson, could it?

Aziraphale and Crowley are always afraid that someone is watching, or listening to everything they do, from both sides. I mean isn't that partly why we got the ending we did in S2, because they have had to be so covert with their communication to each over the centuries they've forgotten how to speak plainly to each other?

Heaven has definitely been watching...

And Hell certainly noticed Crowley's act of kindness in the Edinburgh cemetery, swiftly summoning him to Hell for punishment after his kind deed on behalf of Elspeth.

Then when the duo meet in again 1867 Crowley wonders if "ducks have ears" before declaring they must do - that's how they hear other ducks. So its no surprise that when Crowley asks Aziraphale for holy water that he writes the request on a piece of paper to hide it from those invisible ever-present watchers they know are never far away.

When we come to the start of S2, where Crowley is slouched in St James Park once more, reading the Tadfield Advertiser, and yelling at the Azerbaijani secret agents for feeding the ducks bread. Crumbs, it was alright to do this in the book, and S1, why is wrong now? Has Crowley suddenly become woke and caring for the ducks? Nah.

There's a lot more to it than that. I realized this is the missing Grain offering from my post about altar offerings (see The Altar of Eccles Cakes) in S2. A Grain offering represents a voluntary expression of devotion to God - or the other side you're supposed to be aligned with, in this case.

Shax is part of this scene, discussing the latest news from below, and she mentions some special intel that Hell has received, from their own secret squirrel network. Of course they would meet in St James Park to discuss this, along with all the other spies. While Shax tries to get some intel out of Crowley about what might be going on in Heaven, because she knows he has contact with a certain angel who owns a book shop, Crowley responds by refusing to show any devotion to his former side at this point, and isn't going to give any information away that could be useful. He also doesn't have any intel at this point, anyway, but he's not going to give that away either! Heaven and Hell are toxic, and no one should be going anywhere near them, in his opinion. So stop feeding them that devotional bread!

After Shax asks what they should be feeding the ducks, he eventually says "Frozen Peas. It's good for them, they like it."

The short period of "peas" since they stopped the impending Apocalypse has been enjoyable, and good for Crowley and Aziraphale, but the forced meeting with Beelzebub later that day soon jolts Crowley out of any complacency when they indicate that the "generalized understanding" Crowley thought they had with Heaven and Hell after the body swap to leave them alone, the one Aziraphale-as-Crowley negotiated, while asking for a rubber duck, no less, was looking very shaky and fragile indeed.

And one more random duck ref to discuss.

I was inspired to write this section by lalalunamoth's post calling Muriel a duckling imprinted on Crowley, and of course I did not save it, did I, and a search does not bring it back up again (found it!), so if you're reading this, or know that post, please let me know! I read it, and thought, cute, but nah, then realized that Muriel was sent on a surveillance mission to Whickber St to ascertain the truth of Aziraphale's 25 lazurii miracle. And she did act as the eyes of Heaven, writing up some reports, called Crowley "grice," then followed him around during his escapade in Heaven just like a duckling following a grumpy gander drake while he did his own surveillance measures in a Tactical Turtle neck, channeling his best imitation Sean Connery voice (have you noticed that as well, people?)

No, no, the op wasn't wrong - those big cross ducks, er grice geese, they make good guard dogs, no?

With special mention to Crowley acting as a surveillance duck just prior to this, and Mr Brown doing his own "spying out" of Aziraphale.

To finish this meta, there is one other figure who notably offered the ducks bread, in the book. This passage, which is surely relevant to S3, but didn't appear in S1, shows another character still devoted to God in a way. Lets give Death the final word:

Crowley: "Maybe it's it's all part of a great ineffable plan. All of it. You, me, him, everything. Some great big test to see if what you've built all works properly, eh? You start thinking: it can't be a great cosmic game of chess, it has to be just very complicated Solitaire. And don't bother to answer. if we could understand, we wouldn't be us. Because it's all - all - "

INEFFABLE, said the figure feeding the ducks.

"Yeah. Right. Thanks."

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #shax #ducks! #ineffable bureaucracy #the fear that somewhere somehow a duck is watching you #Larson #always watching #frozen peas #grain offering #altar offerings #muriel #big cross ducks #witchfinder army #shadwell #tactical turtleneck #guard dog geese #grice #the pub #mr brown

[brahms4thrackett]

So running on the theory that our beloved guys are mirroring Pride and Prejudice—Aziraphale as prejudice, Crowley as pride—how does this resolve? Aziraphale has to get over his prejudice and realize that Heaven is just as flawed as Hell, but what about Crowley? Has he not already given up his pride by his confession to Aziraphale at the end of S2? No, because that was simply a version of Mr Darcy’s terrible Act II marriage proposal.

So what still needs to happen to Crowley? Is there’s something else still going on? Is he really sneaking around in the tactical turtleneck operating on his own plans, which we just haven’t seen yet? Do those all need to come crashing down around him before he realizes they need to stop hiding things from one another?

#good omens season 2 #neil gaiman #good omens #book of life #pride and predujice #tactical turtleneck #crowley #azirowley #good omens season three #aziraphale #archer fx

[carefulfears]

i like it when we all stop to acknowledge that mulder and scully are both, above all else, deeply embarrassing people

#she definitely sat in that bed writing him love letter after love letter starting the first hour he walked out of the room #in flowy cursive #and he definitely went home and changed into that tactical turtleneck before doing a heist with his D&D buddies #they are both just loserish #but they’re nice and they adore each other #so who’s to say they’re wrong #txf #msr #memento mori

[dawnthread]

so my local yarn shop was selling little plush bunny kits with a super easy pattern and i got one just for fun and my datemate asked me to give him mako eyes and, well...

i mmmmmmay have gone a little overboard and made him a teeny buster sword to go with it XD

#knitblr #knitting #plushies #ffvii #i'm in the process of making him a lil bitty sword harness with a magnet in it #pics to come when i'm done!! #also if anyone wondered how the tactical combat turtleneck was going i did actually finish it #i just burned myself out hard on crunch productivity #and the thought of going back to adjust the fit gave me psychic damage #but that should be cleared up soon :3 #dawnposts #bunster sword

[goatbeard-goatbeard]

Crowley wandered off to do something else while Aziraphale was reading the Job story.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens spoilers #good omens 2 spoilers #good omens shitpost #good omens polls #good omens poll #crowley #good omens 2x02 #Crowley’s Tactical Turtleneck

[limerental]

ficletvember 2023 - day 8

iorveth/roche weird criminals modern au of reason of state or something

Though an elite team of unsavory characters has agreed to work together with the hopes of assassinating the shady CEO of Redanian Industries, that doesn't mean they have to like each other.

content warning for canon-typical violence and a mostly non-explicit blowjob

The intercom crackled.

"Shit, pack it in, lads, our man's long gone."

A moment later, the staccato hum of the helicopter rising from the roof of the factory confirmed the announcement. Radovid had fucking gotten away again.

With their mission failed, animosity predictably reignited among the ragtag crew of would-be assassins. 

"I fuckin' had him. One damn floor away. If you'd kept those heavies off me on that platform–"

"Ah, my mistake, Vernon. I had assumed you preferred your skull attached to your head. You were too close together to take a–”

“Thought you used to be a better fuckin' shot than that. You losin’ your touch? Your eyes goin’ bad, Iorveth? Can you see this?”

A distant middle finger, blurred through the lens of a scope.

“Permission to shoot him, boss?”

“Sorry, denied,” grumbled Dijkstra’s voice through the intercom. “Unfortunately, we need the unpleasant little bastard. Quit bitching and get out of there. All of you.”

There came a chorus of affirmatives from the crew. Geralt, already in the lobby. Isengrim, packing up in the building opposite. Philippa, disappearing easily into the crowded streets.

“Triss,” called Roche. “Law enforcement?”

“Thirty minutes out,” said Triss, her soft voice warped by the distance. Her van was somewhere down on the streets, parked in a discrete location. “I scrambled their comms but–”

“No rush then.”

“Fuckin’ hell–”

"Roche, don't."

“Damn it, someone make sure he doesn’t kill–”

Roche’s intercom clicked off. 

For a few moments, having clicked off his own noisy comms, Iorveth trailed the barrel of his rifle after the figure scurrying across the roof in the unearthly blur of his night vision scope. He considered how much trouble he’d be in if he took a shot after all. Just a few warning shots whizzing near his ankles. Couldn't hurt.

He leaned away with a sigh and rolled his stiff neck and shoulders, beginning to pack away his rifle. A dozen flights of stairs separated this floor from the lower roof below, but the elevator was already pinging.

Iorveth amused himself imagining Roche jogging in place in the little box as it rose.

All that furious energy wasted just for a chance to hit him once or twice before they had to flee as the building was inevitably surrounded.

The door whooshed open just as he clicked the last latch shut on his packed equipment, and the man descended on him, all but vibrating with rage.

Iorveth deflected a punch with his forearm and jabbed with his own hit that Roche twisted easily away from. There was no real sense in hand to hand fighting like this, both of them too well-matched and too familiar. Each strike inspired a fluid counterstrike. They circled the empty room, locked in a stalemate.

There’d been a time when Iorveth would have played dirtier, unafraid to knock the man’s head against a nearby surface in a move that could split his skull in two. Similarly, Roche did not pull the gun from its holster on his thigh and let loose the way he may once have.

Things had been simpler when Roche was special ops and Iorveth part of a now defunct terrorist organization. For now, they were on the same team, and it wouldn’t do to maim or dismember one another before fulfilling their goal. 

After Radovid was dead, no holds barred.

Time ticked by. This building would be buzzing with cops before long.

Roche managed to pin Iorveth with a rough shove against the long span of windows, the city lights glowing on his furrowed brow. 

When their mouths met, the crush of their bodies together was no less furious.

Roche tugged at his braided hair, and Iorveth bit his lip hard. When hands fumbled at his belt, tugging, Iorveth caught them.

“No time for that,” he said. They’d have enough trouble escaping the building as it was. Iorveth could imagine the panicked demands and warnings buzzing from their silenced comms.

Unfortunately, the bastard couldn't resist a challenge. 

“There’s time,” Roche grunted and went hard to his knees. 

Sirens echoed in the distance. Iorveth shoved back the slouch of Roche's beanie to run his palms along his buzzed scalp.

"Hurry up," he said, even the hot pleasure of the mouth stretched around his cock not enough to dull his awareness of how close they were cutting it.

Roche pulled back a moment, breathing in sharp pants.

"You're usually more of a hairpin trigger," he grumbled.

"Maybe you're boring me."

"Fuck you."

The renewed focus and intensity brought him to the edge and over in a few quick breaths, and the warm twitch of his belly had barely waned before Roche was on his feet and had him by the collar.

Roche grunted as his back hit the wall, Iorveth punching the flash of the button to call the elevator even as he sucked a red mark onto the man's stubble-rough throat. When the door pinged and slid open, they fell inside with Iorveth's thigh crooked between Roche's legs. Roche gripped the bar along the wall and rutted up against him as the elevator hummed to life and plunged.

Iorveth watched dark eyelashes flutter as his mouth dropped open, almost pretty.

Later, sprawled out across the dark sheets of their shared high-rise apartment, he'd like to take his time and really watch the way this man's expression lost its stubborn tension momentarily at the cusp of his pleasure. 

The fluorescent lights flickered into the red glow of shutdown just as they crashed into a lobby swarmed with policemen. 

They'd have been wholly fucked had Geralt not appeared suddenly to beckon them down a side corridor. A full-tilt sprint took them through a maintenance hallway and out the other side of the building to crouch together behind a dumpster, listening for the roar of Triss' getaway van. 

"Bastard just had to get a fuckin' punch in," grunted Iorveth as he leaned, breathing hard, against the slump of Roche's shoulder.

"Sure," said Geralt as he eyed Iorveth's undone belt. "We'll go with that."

#my fic #ficletvember #iorveth x roche #rorveth #will i ever write a rorveth fic where they don't punch each other? no #pretend like this is a really fleshed out au idea and not an excuse to write sniper iorveth #imagine he's wearing a cool tactical turtleneck and looks cool as shit and is really cool. and roche has a stupid tactical beanie. #and looks like a loser

[defenestrationtactics]

neil has his tactical turtleneck on we should’ve known something was up

#good omens #neil gaiman is a menace #neil gaiman #tactical turtleneck it is everywhere #crowley #aziraphale #good omens 2

[lilbugprincess]

I've been struggling to draw anything at all for months and months now, and I've kind of accepted that my artistic drive isn't present right now... But I've been watching let's plays of RE games and thinking about my dream where Mayumi beat up monsters, and here's an action Mayumi. Maybe I'll draw again before the end of the year?

#Mayumi Hanezuka #my art #... tactical turtleneck #Lil Bug OCs

[katharine-hepburn]

sterling archer worst tv character alive but so so dear to me

#i would buy u so many tactical turtlenecks and keep w alive forver

[drconstellation]

Detective Aziraphale

Aziraphale's Edinburgh Journey: Part 1

This is the beginning of a series of posts focusing on Aziraphale's trip to Edinburgh in S2. Several times people have asked why he even had to make the trip - why didn't he just email the pub to ask his questions? Ah, thinking like true child of the 21st century, you are! In a narrative sense, its not that simple, especially in the GO narrative where there are always parallels to be found to enhance the story. And I think there a couple of other reasons why its been hard to understand the reason for this drawn-out and apparently dead-end investigation, which haven't really been explored or talked about much yet. We will start to look at one of them in this meta.

I mentioned a while ago when I was putting together the S2 Chiastic structure that I was hoping to find some hints to the purpose of the trip to Edinburgh. What it did reveal was that the trip was a larger parallel to Crowley's trip to Heaven with Muriel in S206. This is pair S; where the publican in the Resurrectionist asks Aziraphale if he one those investigative reporters in S203, matched with Crowley bounding up to Muriel at the end of S2E5 and declaring "Officer, I need to report a crime."

Both Crowley and Aziraphale have fantasy alternative personas. Most of us are familiar with Crowley's James Bond role-playing from time to time and other hints of tough masc characters he sees in films.

When he dons the "tactical turtleneck" we know there is some kind of super-spy power cosplay going on (and it also extends to other characters, such as Gabriel and Saraqael, if you pay close attention.) Hence why it's part of his costume when he infiltrates Heaven.

But we don't often see this wishful side of Aziraphale's, other than his dream of being a magician. According to Neil, he also sees himself as a journalist, a detective and a "man of the world." *

The publican asks Aziraphale if he is one of those "investigative reporters" when he arrives at the Resurrectionist, and sometimes that is the dual role of a journalist, to be both a detective and a reporter.

Crowley has gone upstairs to gain access Gabriel's record, the one place he can do that.

Aziraphale also gets hold of Gabriel's record...er, recorded song.

Hang on, no. That's not right way to look at it, actually.

While you might think the focus is still on finding out about Gabriel in Edinburgh, Aziraphale's mirror in S2 is Beelzebub, so there is a slight twist in the way we need to consider various aspects here.

Perhaps this should be "Aziraphale gets a hold of Beelzebub's music" instead, because he's really going to Edinburgh to find out more about Beelzebub, he just doesn't realize it.

Yep, you heard me right. The trip to Edinburgh is not a fact-finding mission about Gabriel, its actually a fact-finding mission about Beelzebub. And he doesn't get the answers he needs.

Neither does Crowley, by the way.

GABRIEL: I told you you could ask. However, I am the only First-Order archangel in the room, or, you know, the Universe, so I'm not gonna answer so much. But you feel free to knock yourself out with all the asking. Anyway, Armageddon the Sequel, that's a nah.

Crowley wonders out aloud why Gabriel changed his mind about starting another Armageddon, but the trial doesn't really answer that either. Nothing is really answered until Gabriel regains his memories, in the end.

To round out this post about the parallel investigations, each of them take an opposite with them, that they couldn't have got there without: Crowley takes an angel (Muriel) and Aziraphale takes a demon. Well, something demonic, anyway. **

Thank you to @komorezuki for pointing out that the trip to Edinburgh was really about Beelzebub. While you could still do this post making it a full Gabriel parallel, in the long run it makes more sense to look at the other way, as I hope to show you in the forthcoming posts.

*I thought I had a link to the post that this came from, then lost it. I've spent several hours trying to find it again with no luck, so if you know the post I'm referring to please let me know so I can link it!

**I've read that Aziraphale could have taken the train in less time it would have taken to drive, and that the train station is only a short walk from the pub etc. But this wouldn't have driven the narrative!

This series continues in the following posts:

Part 2: Aziraphale-Beelzebub Parallels Part 3: Stocktaking in the Basement Part 4: Judgement Day Part 5: I Know Where I'm Going

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens meta #crowley #aziraphale #gabriel #beelzebub #edinburgh #chiastic structure #tactical turtleneck

[dawnthread]

after a nice long day of being snuggled up with my knitting and a few good movies, it turns out one skein of rowan alpaca soft dk gives me 5 1/2" of sweater, which is very helpful to know! this yarn is RIDICULOUSLY nice to work with, all bouncy and soft, i can't wait to wear this once it's all put together

i usually don't bother with seams if i can avoid them, but i'm making an exception this time as i've heard it helps impose some structure on the garment and with this being ribbing it could use all the structure it can get. fortunately the front and the back are basically identical up until the neck shaping, so i'm good to just keep on chugging until i get there!

#tactical combat turtleneck #knitblr #knitting #ribbing #ffvii

[somehow-a-human]

Whose POV is it Anyway?

The Dirty Donkey, I think I found *Clue!*

DO NOT ASK NEIL ABOUT FAN THEORY

Continuing with my analysis of the changing POV's in Good Omens 2, let's take a look at the pub scene in the Dirty Donkey and the rest of episode 2!

For reference & context, I recommend reading these posts:

Whose POV is it Anyway? - Introduction

Lens Filters

POV "Your 'Something's Wrong' Voice"

POV a Trip to Hell and a 25 Lazarii Miracle

POV a Companion to Owls

When we first see Crowley in his tactical turtleneck, it's when Shax shows up at the Bentley. He is asleep in the car and his sideburns are long. Is this because he's being observed by Shax first in this scene so it's her POV? It's difficult to distinguish if the filter could be the BDFX Crowley filter or the BPM Hell filter, but if we're using the sideburn lengths as an indicator we can look at this initial scene as an external POV.

*Fun thing I noticed here: when Shax threatens Crowley the plants in the backseat start squealing and shaking because they're afraid lol.

Next we get to see Crowley and Aziraphale go to the pub! They never go to the pub! Aziraphale strokes the thin dark dukes chest, and is saved by his snusband from the scary carpet man. The entire scene inside the pub is warm and hazy and glowy AS HELL (well not as hell, that's a different filter) It's clearly filmed with the BGG filter and likely Aziraphale's POV, which makes sense, they talk about making people fall in love, romance, Jane Austen, Cotillion Balls, it's VEERRRYYY Aziraphale. Crowley's sideburns are long throughout and when the pair get up to leave it's because Aziraphale mentions he wants to show Crowley *the Clue*!

Crowley's response to this is: "I'm lost, am I doing a rainstorm?" nothing rude about the Capital C Clue, yet.

Then the scene cuts to a shot of them walking out of the pub and we have transitioned to Crowley's POV! The lighting has changed and is saturated and cool toned, Crowley's sideburns are short, and he IMMEDIATELY roasts Aziraphale,

"Whatever you found, don't call it a Clue... well don't pronounce the capital letter!"

spicy snek.

Even if you make the argument that they could have filmed these scenes on vastly different days, the continuity for the extras dress and placement was spot on the, as you can see from these shots of before and after the cut. Notice the extra in the red jumper near the door is there in both shots with the same group of people, nobody seems to have moved, and Crowley's sideburns are the only thing that very obviously changes length between these scenes.

Crowley and Aziraphale then head back into the bookshop.

We're back to the warm hazy tones of the BGG filter and Crowley's sideburns are long again. We've switched back to Aziraphale's POV. They get a prophecy of sorts from Gabriel, and Aziraphale goes to study his Bible and think for a while.

We next see Crowley Asking Nina about Sudden Rain.

His sideburns are short again, and the BDFX filter is back evidenced by the bright cool saturated tone of the scene, so we're in Crowley's POV. Aziraphale meets him at the Bentley and says he'd like to drive the car. We can hear Crowley even smacks Aziraphale's hand away, which if this was from Aziraphale's POV I'm sure is a detail that would've gone omitted!

NEXT POV Bodysnatchers & Cosplaying a bookseller

#good omens #good omens 2 #michael sheen #david tennant #crowley #good omens meta #aziraphale #crowley x aziraphale #good omens theories #good omens clues #good omens fandom #good omens clue #good omens theory #good omens speculation #good omens pov #good omens filming #good omens art #ineffable mystery #ineffable husbands #ineffable divorce #ineffable spouses #ineffable idiots #ineffable fandom #aziracrow

[honey-beann]

Positively Mouth-Watering

Connor x Reader (non graphic nsfw)

This is just a little (fairly unedited) blurb about how pretty Connor looks while interrogating a suspect, especially when you have some other less work friendly memories to compare his actions to ;)

Word Count: 1,119

You watched him in a manner that you prayed wasn't nearly as hungry as you felt as he stood behind the woman that he, Hank, and Gavin had been working to interrogate for the better part of three hours now.

His hands were clasped behind him as he glared at the back of the suspect's head, lean thighs brushing together as he paced back and forth in a manner that you were certain was causing the woman he was attempting to intimidate a great deal of anxiety.

But watching from the other side, you found that you were far less anxious and a lot more desperate as time went on.

You watched as Connor leaned forward, and were forced to fight back a shiver at the sound of his voice, low and threatening as he muttered something in the woman's ear, his body bent at his perfectly trim waist and his shirt pulled tight against his torso in a way that had you thinking far too much about the skin underneath it, and how no one else in this room knew the way that this intimidating deviant android, this perfect man, would shiver beneath your hands if only you could run them down his stomach right now. Additionally, you found yourself incredibly stuck on just how overdue Connor was for a few extra "love bites" to further accentuate the spattering of freckles you had all but memorized by now despite how unjustly hidden they were beneath those shirts all the time.

God, was your mouth watering?

You swallowed thickly, hoping with everything you had that neither Hank nor Gavin had noticed the way your thighs had began to rub together unconsciously as you worked to service the ache that was building between them.

You jumped ever so slightly as Connor slammed his hands on the table, having rounded his way back to his empty chair where he remained standing, his side profile in clear view as he continued his well practiced intimidation tactics.

Fuck, Cyberlife had no goddamn business making this man so painfully hot.

You watched closely as his jaw twitched ever so slightly at whatever it was that the woman was or wasn't saying, his fingers gripping onto the smooth metal surface in front of him as he grew more and more frustrated.

'Me too, Con'

You thought, smiling a bit at your own inner voice as you tried to fight off the thoughts on how those fingers might feel if they were gripping you right now instead.

How those fingers had felt at your waist two nights ago, when he'd fucked you tirelessly at his desk after hours. The way his hips had slammed against your own and his lips had sucked marks into your neck that had made you all too relieved that it was appropriate turtleneck weather in Detroit right now.

Unconsciously, your hips rolled up into nothing, and you blushed at your own actions as you fought to regain control over your mind.

But fuck did Connor make that hard.

Because how could you not think about the way those fingers had fucked you so thoroughly underneath the table during the staff meeting last week when they were straightening his tie like that?

How could you not remember the way he had slammed you against the wall of the bathroom the day before last when he shoved his chair in against the table so aggressively?

And how could you possibly sit here and act totally normal when he was standing exactly where he'd stood last night when he'd wrapped those evil fingers of his around your neck and fucked you from behind? His tauntingly seductive voice whispering in your ear in a way that had you melting even now as you remembered it.

You rubbed your thighs together again as you let your thoughts get the better of you once more, only to have to hold back a whine of exasperation when you noted the dampness present there, already soaking through the thin fabric of your panties.

'His favorite'

You thought, swallowing thickly as you recalled the way he'd reacted the first time he'd seen them over a month ago,

"I like these."

He'd murmured as he snapped them against your hip mindlessly, his other hand rubbing small circles into your upper thigh as he did so,

"If I leave them in one piece will you wear them again for me soon?"

And wear them again soon you had, but Connor had yet to actually see them since then.

'Until tonight, if I get my way'

You thought, teeth worrying your bottom lip as you watched Connor smirk down at the suspect, a look of pure satisfaction crossing his features as he stood up straight and crossed his arms over his chest before thanking the woman for her time.

And with that, he made his way over to the door, long legs reaching it so quickly you hardly had time to prepare yourself as he stepped into the observation room, where his eyes immediately snapped towards yours, LED briefly spinning yellow as he performed one of his familiarly invasive scans, which only made your cheeks burn hotter.

Soon enough though, that LED went back to its typical steady blue, though you could have sworn that the corners of Connor's mouth had lifted ever so slightly as he'd finished up.

The minutes after this were a blur of questions for Connor followed by quiet hums of understanding paired with the occasional shocked exclamation from Hank or Gavin.

But afterward?

As the two began to discuss their next course of action, you found yourself standing before you could overthink your movements, feet walking you directly over to the android who had caused this whole issue.

Connor looked at you with feigned curiosity and confusion as he tilted his head in that familiarly endearing manner that only served to make you wish you could push that pretty face of his right between your thighs the way you knew he adored.

"Is there something I can help you with, Detective?"

Connor asked, the sound of his voice so close making your knees feel so weak that you scolded yourself internally despite your inability to change your own reactions to the annoyingly perfect man who stood before you.

"Actually Connor, I think I have multiple things that you can help me with. Would you mind accompanying me to the evidence room?"

You asked as innocently as you could manage, watching as Connor's eyebrows rose and his tongue flicked out to wet his lips as he allowed his gaze to travel up and down your form.

"I would be more than happy to, Detective. Please, lead the way."

AO3 Link

#c: connor #dbh connor x reader #dbh x reader #dbh connor #dbh connor x reader smut #dbh connor x reader oneshot

[ineffablyruined]

A Game of Spy vs Spy

(Or is it more Mr. & Mrs. Smith?)

Buckle up, because this one's about to get a little.. out there? Maybe. You decide for yourselves. I had this thought at 3am and I couldn't get it out of my head.

This following is based on two assumptions:

1. Aziraphale has a Plan (capital letter included) - see my explanation of why I believe that's the case in this post.

2. Crowley has been working on his own Plan since he dawned there Tactical Turtleneck - see this brilliant post by @justhereforthemeta .

Putting the rest under a Read More because it's a little lengthy.

To summarize both in case you don't have time to read both posts:

1. I believe Aziraphale's scary smile in the elevator is a smile he learned from spending so much time around Crowley and that it's reflective of him coming up with a plan to avert the Second Coming that he thinks is so clever that Crowley would absolutely approve.

The fact that Crowley is seen wearing his Super Secret Spy Gear multiple times throughout the series means he's actively working on his heist. He's plotting, he's planning. He disappears on Aziraphale when the angel is remembering Job. Disappearing on Aziraphale? That's not like Crowley at all.

2. Crowley is so enamored with the spy life (bullet hole decals anyone?) that he begins plotting a heist as soon as he finds out the Book of Life is a threat to Aziraphale. And the turtleneck is his spywear.

Crowley saves Aziraphale. It's his thing. He's done it over and over, countless times throughout history.

But listen to what Aziraphale says. Rescuing me makes him so happy. Rescuing me.

And the times Crowley asked Aziraphale to run away with him? Well, those times, it wasn't Aziraphale's life that was threatened. It was Crowley's. Hell found out he screwed up the baby switch? They were coming for him, not Aziraphale. Armageddon't? Isn't it demons that burn in a fiery pit for eternity when the world ends, not angels?

My point is.. M' point is..

Crowley isn't asking Aziraphale to run away with him at the end of Episode 6 only to chance The Metatron erasing Aziraphale from the Book of Life when they get there.

Crowley already has the Book of Life.

My bet? He had a little side project up in Heaven with Muriel off-camera. He was wearing the beige turtleneck after all.

And when we leave Heaven?

Turtleneck gone. Mission accomplished.

But let's not stop there!

Because Aziraphale has a Plan of his own now that he's returned from Heaven. And I'm betting at least part of it involves the Book of Life. And when he goes to look for it? GONE! And when he checks the files? Sure enough, there's Crowley sneaking it into his pocket. (And if we get an "Oh Good Lord" repeat at seeing Crowley's Heaven outfit, I'm not going to complain).

Alternatively, Heaven is going to find it missing, and they're going to know it was Crowley who took it and Aziraphale has to get it back to try to save Crowley.

Either way, he's going to have to get it.

And I'm betting Mr. BackOnHisOwnSide Crowley isn't going to be too forthcoming when the Supreme Archangel asks for it back.

And let the Spy vs Spy hijinks commence.

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Below is one conversation I've dreamed up in my head about all this, if you're into that kind of thing. Enjoy:

Crowley: If only I had access to a place with a truly ridiculous number of old books where one new addition would go completely unnoticed.

Aziraphale: Well, it's a good thing I know this bookshop better than anyone then, isn't it?

Crowley (bearing his teeth): I've reorganized.

Aziraphale: *gasp*

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[wooyoungmybelovedhusband]

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♡ Pairing : Park Seonghwa x Reader

♡ Trope : Established Relationship AU

♡ Genre : Filthy smut (hehe-)

♡ Word Count : 1.8k

♡ Summary : Getting on his nerves till he snaps (that is it, that's the summary)

♡ Warnings : Hard dom! Hwa (kinda), bratty! Reader, swear words, degradation kink, thigh slapping, Seonghwa speaks in Jinju dialect in this, mentions of safewords, name calling, Master kink.

♡ A/n : I AM BACK WITH ANOTHER BRATTY! READER SMUT, gosh I am obsessed with Hwa's satoori way too much, so that's what inspired this! It ain't that good y'all, but my horny brain loves this.

Seonghwa would have loved much to just have you behave during the dinner but you just had to throw tantrums when he was already exhausted. Poor Seonghwa, thought we would get to have a lovely dinner with his girlfriend and friends and then crawl into the bed with you to drown off to his sleep land. But all those patience he was famously known for had drained out too fast, the second you decided to throw a fit about having "no dresses" To wear for the party knowing well, you could make a house for your clothes.

You whined from your shared room, nagging at your boyfriend for the 20th time about how you'd rather stay at home than go out for a fancy dinner. But Seonghwa knew better than anything about your tactics, he also knew you were the one who had planned all this.

Seonghwa walks into the room, having already dressed himself in a not so formal but not casual dressing. He looked delicious in his tight leather jeans and turtleneck with the long overcoat, nonetheless. «"Baby, come on, you look amazing in that dress."» And indeed it was true, you looked amazing in that tight lacy black dress. Seonghwa wished he could just shut you up by shoving his cock down your throat, but he knew better than to lose his patience right now.

Your whining continues making his jaw tick in anger, but his eyes remain calm as ever. He walks over to your figure, you knew him well enough to know he gave a silent warning through his eyes to behave. But you just couldn't. His long slender fingers wrap around your waist, caressing you in a slow manner which makes shivers run down your spine.

«"Baby, let's just go with this dress, why don't we? You look so fucking gorgeous you know that?"» You knew this tone well, you wanted to dare and say no but decided it would be better to just say, «"Y-Yea."» You hated your tongue for stuttering while saying such a simple word but Seonghwa could care less about that.

But nevertheless, your feared facade was soon replaced by your whining yet again as you sulked in your seat next to him in the car. But Seonghwa had had enough of your bratty tactics, he barely glanced at you, deciding on focusing on the road rather than think about how much of a brag you were being.

«"Took you both long enough!"» Hongjoong exclaims, rather loudly, in the restaurant, finally catching the view of you. «"Probably were fucking into the sheets"» Wooyoung says not long after Hongjoong's words making San cackle out loud. Your face just heats up at the thought of getting railed by your boyfriend just before a dinner makes you get an adrenaline rush. Seonghwa just rolls his eyes at the off comment, already being more than used to it, just taking his seat next to you.

You could really just cum from the sight of your boyfriend right now. His jaw clenched while his hands were balled into fist, as he tried hard to remain calm and not bend you over the table in front of his friends and hundred other people in the restaurant.

You could feel his warm hand finally over your thigh, caressing your flesh warningly. And you hear him say, finally did he break his calm exterior as he whispers, «"Baby, Fucking behave."» Your lips visibly quiver, but you still manage to piss him off even more. You decide to not trust your voice, instead pushing his hand off your thigh making him cock an eyebrow at your audacity.

You probably had expected him to stay still during the whole dinner to finish, but your eyes bulge when you hear, «"We're leaving."»

Seonghwa had your hands pinned above your head, while stray tears rolled down your eyes. Your hips squirmed under his hold while he had your stomach pressed into the mattress. You whimpered under him, while his hands raked over your bruised thighs and ass.

«"I've had enough of you today, you brat. So fucking bratty aren't you, don't you just love to be put in your place."» He speaks degradingly in his satoori, making more wetness gush out of your hole. Seonghwa scoffs at you, his fingers coming down to swipe over your clip, collecting some of your arousal while you let out a loud moan about having felt some touch over your womanhood. Seonghwa had taken an oath to touch you anywhere but there, for an hour.

Your eyes well up in tears yet again, soaking the white cloth of the pillow he had shoved your face into.

But suddenly, you feel all the hands on you, move away, you hum in confusion which comes out like a whimper. But you could only let out more whimpers when you feel his hands wander back to your ass, moulding the flesh softly. «"Such a pretty body, it's a shame you're so fucking bratty, or I would have fucked this adorable ass of yours."» You could only whine in response, but you feel your heart drop when you feel the familiar cold metal sliding in between your ass.

«"Well, since I am generous, I'll let you keep your butt plug in this tight hole."» Whoever thought, Seonghwa wasn't freaky in bed, they were fucking wrong. You could feel the hard tip of the butt plug poke at your hole, the sensation wasn't new to you either but something about how Seonghwa so gently yet in a rushed way, shoved it up inside you made you scream. Your eyes roll back when he pushes at least half an inch of the plug in you, «"Master, too much, too much, please no more"» You beg whiningly, you can't help but close your eyes shut, trying to wiggle out of his grip only for him to slap his hands down on your thighs.

«"You're gonna take what I give you, brat. I've had enough of your slutty little mouth, so unless you want me to shove the gag ball in your mouth, I suggest you mind your words."» Your back visibly shudders from his words, knowing well, he would easily shut you up for the rest of the night without paying any mind.

«"Y-Yes"» You squeak out loudly when his hand comes down to slap at your bruised ass yet again, «"Yes what?"» «"Y-Yes master!"» You squeak as loud as you could, not wanting to get in trouble. Seonghwa's lips just curl at the corners, smirking at your state.

His hands nudge the plug very so slightly, causing you to moan from it loudly. Your hips wriggle in his hold, too sensitive to anything, you just needed his cock, needed him to pound into you but you knew better than to open your mouth right now.

His hands grip your hips and turn you around, roughly. Your eyes take a moment to savour the fact that your boyfriend had strippes to nothing, his big dick oh so visible to your eyes. You bite down your lips, trying to suppress the moan that threatens to fall from your lips when his fingers graze over your swollen clit.

His three fingers rub fast paced circles, spreading your arousal and just as arousal seeps out of you, your tears roll down due to the overwhelming stimulation. Your hips grind down on your hands, while your nails almost rip the white sheets of the bed.

You could barely keep count of how many times Seonghwa had edged you for an hour, the sensitivity making it harder for you to hold on to your orgasm. "Master, please, please, let me cum, wanna cum so bad" Seonghwa curses mentally from how desperate and pathetic you sounded, his dick twitching from your words.

«"Go ahead, princess."» He whispers next to your ear, sounding so soft and gentle almost making you forget, this was a punishment. Your heart flutters from how his hand caresses your curves gently, knowing how you were so sensitive during your orgasm. His gentleness swiftly makes you let out a loud moan as you release onto his hand, your eyes rolling back to your head while your thigh shudders slightly.

Once Seonghwa notices you're slowly coming down from your orgasm, his lips place a soft peck on yours before asking, «"Colour?"»

You decide to take a breath before answering, «"G-Green"» You say in a breathless manner, your pants loud and clear to him.

Seonghwa's demeanour changes so swiftly, you could feel your stomach flip due to it. His hands come back to hold your hips in a bruising grip, but this time, you feel his cock tease at your entrance. You whimper confusingly, you expected his hand to pull out the butt plug but his hands stayed in their place. ,«"Master-"» Before you could even finish your word, Seonghwa had shoved his entire length inside you, your cum and arousal acting as the best lube.

You scream from his actions, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist while your hands grip onto his shoulders. «"Don't worry about the butt plug, baby, gonna fuck you open tonight. Wouldn't you like that baby? Having your both holes used and fucked?"» Your tears barely dry up when new fresh hot tears roll down your eyes. The degradation makes your head cloudy while your whole body twitches because of Seonghwa.

His hips ram against yours, the sound of skin slapping filling the room as they harmonise with your loud moans. Seonghwa moans slowly when your pussy clenches around his length, making him twitch inside you. You could only question how strong his hips were from the way they slammed into yours making the bed creak at each thrust.

His hair sticks to his forehead and his fingers tweak at your nipples, hard. The butt plug almost slips out of you from the way you clenched, you could even feel the coil building up in your abdomen. You let out a cry, when Seonghwa gave you a particularly hard thrust which pushed you over the edge making you clench so hard around him. Seonghwa lets out a series of curses, his cock twitching not seconds later as his tip shoots ropes of cum into you.

His figure almost collapses next to you, panting as he tries to catch his breath.

«"Fuck, that was intense."» Seonghwa speaks, after finally catching his breathe, his hair was stuck to his forehead while his chest heaved. You could only hide your face into his neck, «"You sound so hot speaking in your accent."» You mumble slowly, knowing it was audible enough for him to hear it. «"Is it? My pretty baby got all hot and bothered by my satoori?"» Your cheeks heat up from his reading tone but you could care less about replying as your hands fly to wrap around his waist making him chuckle softly.

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